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sgiandubh · 27 days ago

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Promo time...

... and the expected statements come (sort of) easy:

[Source: Ryan Kristafer's Instagram account, 10 April 2025]

The above excerpt is a promo interview for The Amateur, apparently released today. I am sure they celebrate across the street and sort of wait for our take on it (this is what makes some blogs breathe, after all).

Because here is an apparently benign question:

'Well, I've got to ask about being a decoder, you know, in this film. Now do you have like, friends or family calling on you like ' hey, can you fix my computer'?

From the get go, let me add that I think there is absolutely nothing spontaneous about it. This question has been negotiated with PR before and dutifully scripted, as always. It is part of the usual 'points of talk' and worth whatever the watcher's own opinion grants it. Just a reminder - and yes, I know some will screech: to be honest, I couldn't care less.

And here is the answer:

'Nah, absolutely not, I am useless and my husband is my IT guy. [Brosnahan, sympathetically: 'same']. Ah, Tony, and he's like 'did you press return' and I'm maybe...oh..'

This page has nothing to hide, as always. My take on it is easy enough and you are free to disagree: this is the typical staged content just about everybody, from agents to casual fans, are expected to see.

That this is part of the PR negotiated points of talk is very much apparent, when you take into account she mentioned it before, in the same Amateur promo context. At the same moment she gave the above interview, during what obviously was press day, or something.

Take this other interview for the Swiss (German) cinema news portal OutNow:

[Source: https://outnow.ch/News/2025/04/09/The-Amateur-Das-Interview-mit-Caitriona-Balfe]

I will try and translate it, knowing we have native German speakers in here, too. Please forgive any mistake - it's not my forte, far from it:

'The characters use modern technology when they don't want to be tracked. Did you learn anything from this project that you now use with your smartphone or laptop?

Oh God, I wish I had! I'm so clumsy. My poor husband is always trying to explain VPNs and all that stuff to me. I'm really bad at it. But I should talk to the technical advisor at The Amateur and try to get more info and tips from him.'

Hear me out, Mordor: her 'poor husband' is always trying to help, but yet she thinks it would be preferable to talk to the movie's tech advisor, for real tips?

Oh, wow. Such blind trust, such deep feelings permeate this logic-fractured statement, clearly meant to make something uncomfortable glide on as easily as possible! How can that be?

Perhaps because The Amateur's tech advisor is a real person, with whom she really sympathized?

If I were McGill, I would (again) feel borderline insulted, by this mildly mannered, but also lightly condescending and passive-aggressive quip! And God we know she can be open and wholeheartedly passionate about people she ahem, really likes , in her real life. No questions there.

The fact she now repeated this quip, in a more congenial manner and naming McGill like an afterthought, designed to give credence to an imagined moment, is barely compensation.

In such situations, body language helps, too. While uttering her obviously prepared and rehearsed line, at no moment is she looking at the interviewer. She is just smiling elsewhere, looks towards Rachel Brosnahan (for support? at any rate, RB obliged, as we saw in the interview) and mimics what obviously is an imagined, illustrative domestic life gag.

And Rachel Brosnahan seems to have her own, very personal reasons to be sympathetic and completely understanding of the situation. Let's just say she is probably familiar with the way such personal life intricacies can be successfully navigated, when answering press day questions:

[Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rachel_Brosnahan]

But Out Now is also the biggest specialized news portal in Switzerland. This is somehow very important, because this is likely to influence the number of sold tickets and therefore, the project's financial results:

[Source: https://basel.allianzcinema.ch/en/information/partners/outnow]

Let's not forget to which TV network this interview was given, too. This is FOX, a highly political US network dealing with a very defined set of (conservative) values. Who, in their right mind, would have expected anything else than some extra bona fide effort to fit with the targeted audience?

But even without this political context element, we know that she is not talking to her wild, bruised and battered OL fandom during this promo. Nope. Her main target are new fans, attracted to the new production featuring names like Lawrence Fishburne and Rami Malek. Who are likely to be intrigued and ask themselves who the hell is this interesting brunette playing the complex part of Inquiline.

These same new fans are also likely to take any future plot twist concerning C with considerable less drama than in here. Because they are simply consumers, who are only casually interested by her. Not borderline obsessed, like many people across the street. For them, she is just an actress they are discovering now, with great potential. Bless their hearts, for they don't know what they missed.

Did anyone expect anything else than the usual promo narrative from C? This is Belfast 2.0, although considerably toned down, since what is at stake here is just money, not a goddamned Oscar statuette.

So, yeah. Some might wish to pop out the champagne, or something. The usual, charmless foolishness. Mais rira bien qui rira en dernier, n'est-ce pas?

Color me completely unfazed, yet know I wrote this for all those who are, once again, wailing into my DMs. It's promo and drama-drama time, that's all.

#fandom #shitshow #The Amateur promo April 2025

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theresatzu · 23 days ago

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Just one question. What can go wrong? (Jinxed it)

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Featuring: Isagi x reader

Tropes: Fluff, slight angst, canon diversion, future fic

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During an interview, the reporter asked about your and Isagi's relationship. He wasn't prepared for the full blown on love story he would get.

"So, Isagi-san, still going strong in your relationship?

"Oh, yeah!" Isagi pivoted towards the reporter who'd asked the question.

"We've recently moved in together, you see." Isagi elaborated. "It's been awesome so far. The house is actually quite too big for just us two... but well, you never know." Isagi's cheeks flushed.

The reporter opened his mouth to fire off another question, but was cut off by Isagi.

"Oh, and we've got this garden with a special part where I can play football. Sadly, not with the high-tech equipment from back in Blue Lock, but that would be difficult to replicate." Isagi mused.

"I... oh, interesting, so what do you think abo--"

"And well we've got a lounge in the corner. We often stay there, especially in the summer in the evenings." Isagi continued, caught unaware of his interrupting the reporter.

Isagi's expression turned thoughtful. "I think aside from the football arena, that place is the most special to me."

"Oh, and why then, Isagi-san?" The reporter finally managed to interject.

Eyes lighting up, Isagi regaled, "It's just... special, you know?" His eyes turned wistful, gazing faraway in the distance. "It was there where I got the news that I was accepted in Re Al, and I remember us sitting the whole night there."

That night, not too long ago, held a special place in Isagi's heart.

Not only because it was the news he had acquired, but also because he could share it with you, his most devoted supporter and his perpetual pillar of support.

He could still remember the day as if it were yesterday.

The high-strung tension when he'd gotten the call, followed up by the pure excitement and pride gleaming within him.

Ending with the love sprouting in his chest, when you flung yourself into his arms, elated giggles spilling from your mouth, so infectious he had burst out in laughter of mirth, too.

"You did it, you did it!" You chanted, your face against his chest and arms slung around his waist.

"I... did." Isagi gasped, amazed.

You pulled back, your eyes finding his. "I'm proud of you."

Isagi's heart burst at the sincere tone in your voice, warmth coalescing in his chest, as he lunged forward, capturing your lips with his.

In his excited fevour, he had moved too fast, bumping your foreheads together.

Groaning both simultaneously at the collision, you instantly retreated, holding the bruising spot.

Isagi's eyes widened. "Oh, I didn't mean... sorry--"

"Pfft--" You snorted. "You silly." You slapped his arm playfully.

Scratching his neck abashedly, a charming flush appeared on his cheeks, a lopsided grin his lips.

"Sorry. Let me try again."

Now, he moved with more deliberation, he stepped forward, placing his hand on your lower back to lightly push you in his chest.

He dipped his head downwards, soft lips meeting yours in the middle.

His other hand came to cup your cheek, thumb lightly brushing against the skin, causing goosebumps to erupt on your arms.

Your lips moved in tandem with his, pushing against his bottom lip, making him see stars even when his eyes were closed.

He sighed in the kiss, that turned into a groan when you tugged at the baby hairs on his nape.

At last he pulled back, being met with flushed cheeks and reddened lips. The sight made his heart tremble, urging him to lean in once more, yet he reeled himself in.

Eyes squinting happily, he took your hand, pulling you down with him on the long sofa.

Your legs tangled together as you laid down next to him, head propped on his chest and silky hair falling in front of your face.

A small smile flitted across Isagi's lips. He brushed the stray lock behind your ear, finger lingering for just a second longer.

"You're amazing, you know that, right?" You whispered, even though no one was near to overhear.

"I couldn't have done it without you." He whispered in return, his warm breath ghosting over your face.

You snorted. "Of course you can. You're Isagi Yoichi, Demon King, Blue Lock's Heart, need I go on?" You said dramatically, swishing your hands about in elaborate gesticulations.

Isagi's eyes softened in affection. "I prefer to be yours."

"It would make sense that that place is special to you now." The reporter mused.

"Yeah. But it also contains... less happy memories." Isagi frowned, digging in his memories.

"It had been when I had overworked myself during the World Cup." He lightly chuckled. "I was exhausted, and had completely depleted all of my energy."

"I can imagine. The time coming before the World Cup must've been nerve-wracking, right?" The reporter inquired.

Isagi nodded. "Yeah. My days were mostly filled with training and the occasional meal. But I didn't take enough breaks and I was on the verge of collapsing."

Hanging onto every word Isagi was saying, the reporter urged, "So, how is this tied to the garden?"

Isagu chuckled. "I got home, from yet another training. It must've been what... 10, 11 pm? I had been gone for the whole day, and she was waiting there. I remember she looked tired, too, but I thought she still looked as beautiful as ever."

"That's sweet." The reporter gushed.

"Yeah." Isagi concurred. "But we did have our first big fight there."

Isagi quietly tip-toed in the garden, making sure to skip the stones making loud creaks.

It was already dark outside, the only light coming from the moon.

Grass crackled underneath his feet, as Isagi slowly made his way to the door.

"Where have you been?" A sharp voice cut through the silence.

Isagi flinched. A flickering light was lit, and there you were, sitting on the sofa, leg slung over another, an unimpressed look on your face.

"I... uhm... the grocery store?"

"They're all closed."

Isagi pursed his lips.

Sighing, you stood up, making your way to him.

"This has to stop." You said firmly. "I hardly see you anymore. You're working yourself to the bone. Isagi, you've lost weight, you're like a shadow to your former self!"

Your voice echoed harshly. Isagi's eyes blinked at the use of his last name.

Isagi exhaled, jaw tensing. "Don't you understand? You always do." He pleaded. "I have to, I'm not good enough otherwise."

"Who told you that?" You whispered, voice trembling. "Of course you're good enough! Have you forgotten what you've already accomplished?"

"No, of course not." Isagi dragged a weary hand across his face. God, he was just so tired.

"...I just want to win the World Cup."

Your eyes narrowed, lips slanted into a thin line. "Not like this. You're disappearing, Isagi. I'm afraid of losing you." Your vision turned blurry at your last words. You blinked harshly, but a tear managed to escape.

Isagi's heart cracked, his arm lifted to wipe it away, but the tortured look in your eyes caused him to waver and redraw his hand in an aborted motion. He clenched his fists.

"Your friends are worried. I am worried." You exclaimed, corners of your eyes reddening.

"You can't go on like this. Someone has to step in. I'm sorry... but I can't watch you go on like this."

Isagi's eyes widened, as he took a step forward, his legs unsteady. "Wait... what do you mean... please, please, don't tell me--"

"I can't watch on the sidelines and see you suffer, Isagi." You uttered softly. "I know I can't change your mind." You stepped forward, the raw emotion in your eyes becoming visible in the sliver of moonlight.

"I'll be waiting, love. Come visit me when you've won." You pushed past him, shoulders brushing against his.

"Take care, Isagi." You let the keys fall in his hands.

Isagi's eyes flared open, panic now settling into him. "No, no. No, please... don't go. Don't leave!"

You turned around, Isagi's breath caught in his throat. Your eyes were teary, nose red. Yet you still looked ethereal.

You smiled softly, "It would've always come down to this. Return to me when I'm part of your dreams, too."

"No... you said you understood..." Isagi walked up to you, eyes frantic, as his trembling hands cupped your face.

"You said I didn't have to choose..."

At his words, tears at last slipped free from your eyes. Your heart thudded painfully in your body, bursting of the raw emotion building in you.

You wrenched yourself free, a choked noise falling from your lips.

"You already have."

With that, you wrenched yourself free, slowly walking away.

The sight of Isagi crumbling was the last thing you saw before you walked out.

"How... devastating..." The reporter's eyes brimmed with unshed tears.

"Yeah..." Isagi huffed, but his eyes were misty.

"She really woke me up that night." He let out a chuckle at the irony.

"She had already seen that relentlessy overexerting myself was reckless and would amount to nothing. But I didn't listen to her." He hung his head, melancholy tinting his tone.

"Her leaving me is what strove me to be better." His voice caught on, the barest of smiles on his face.

"From that day onward, I took more breaks. Ate more meals. It was only when I sat down with a steaming plate before me that I realised how hungry I actually was." Isagi chuckled.

"Yet, I barely saw her. She had gone to her parents' house, three hours distanced from mine. It was impossible to reach her."

"You missed her?"

That was an understatement. "Felt like I couldn't go on without her."

"So," The reporter cleared his throat, changing subjects. "How did it go with the World Cup?"

Isagi brightened. "It went well. First round against Spain. We won. Italy and France were tough opponents, though, so we barely managed to snatch the win there."

The reporter nodded, eyes understanding. "Yeah, those were some trifling matches."

"Mhm. But Germany was the most daunting of opponents of all." Isagi's eyes were set serious. "We had a hard time defeating them. Eventually, we ended up in a tie, so it came down to penalties."

The clamour of the crowd was ear-deafening. A rush overtook Isagi as his heart hammered wildly in his chest.

This was it. The final match. The final countdown.

Germany was first. Kaiser walked up to the ball, a cocky expression on his face, his shoulders squared in a confident manner.

He shot. Kaiser Impact as awe-inspiring as ever.

He scored.

Then came Rin. He shot with a beautiful arc.

Goal.

And so, players from both opposing teams each took their turns. Cheers erupted by each score, sighs flared up when someone missed.

Eventually, the score was tied, once again.

And now it was Isagi's turn. The last person to shoot. He would determine the match's outcome.

A heavy weight pressed onto him, sweat beaded on his forehead. When he walked forward, his knees felt weak and his hands shook.

His special weapon was direct shot, but he wouldn't get passed to. He was all alone.

The roars of the crowd reached a thundering crescendo, until that was all he could hear.

With shaking legs, Isagi pushed himself towards the spot, positioning himself behind the ball.

Doubt gnawed at him as he surveyed the goal. Go left, right? High corner, low corner?

He didn't know.

He was alone.

Until he wasn't.

"Yoi!" Isagi's breath stilted. Had he imagined it?

"Ichi! You can do this!"

No he definitely hadn't. His head turned frantically, trying to locate you.

A figure waved, and his eyes locked onto yours.

It was as if a dam broke. Emotion burst out of his chest. Sorrow, guilt, elation, love, it all threatened to overwhelm him.

You'd come.

After all this time... you still believed in him.

Renewed vigour overtook him, as he determinedly set his eyes on the goal.

He exhaled, a puffy cloud in the clear night.

He wasn't alone. He had his teammates, his parents, and above all, you, who believed in him.

He could do this.

The wind brushed through his locks, the grass parted as he ran.

He drew his leg back, and kicked the ball.

It sifted through the air, spinning and curving, until--

"GOALL!!! ISAGI YOICHI HAS SEALED THE VICTORY FOR JAPAN! JAPAN HAS NOW TAKEN THE WORLD CUP SINCE YEARS!!"

Screams erupted, someone shouted, a flurry of bodies crashed into Isagi.

He let out an elated laugh, gasping when he was pushed onto someone's shoulders. His teammates patted his arms, exhausted grins on their faces, but a gleam of victory sparkled in their eyes.

A fervent rush overtook him, he quickly pulled himself free, rushing and running, his legs almost giving out under him, yet he kept on sprinting.

"Y/n!" He shouted.

And there you were.

Eyes sparkling, hair tousled by the wind, and the light casting your face in an otherwordly glow. A wide grin on your face, solely for him.

Just as beautiful as the night he lost you.

"You came," he breathed.

"You scored." You beamed.

High on adrenaline and bursting from the whiplash he got from seeing you, Isagi couldn't contain himself.

He surged forward, capturing your lips with his. You let out a squeak of surprise that was quickly muffled by his lips seamlessly moving with yours.

It was as if you'd never been apart. His lips slided against yours, your body melting against his, like a puzzle piece slotting in. His hands squeezed your hips and it was as if no time had passed since that dreadful night in the backyard.

Isagi pulled back. "You called me "Yoi"" He mumbled against your lips.

"It's your name isn't it?"

"I've missed it. Say it again." Isagi demanded eagerly, eyes shining.

You let out an amused laugh, "Yoichi. Ichi, Yoi. My love."

A lovesick grin spread across Isagi's lips. He let his head fall in the junction of your shoulderblades.

"I've missed you." He said against your skin.

Your hands raked affectionately through his hair.

"You never lost me."

"Wow... just wow." The reporter sucked in a deep breath. He had never anticipated he would get this whole love story.

"Yeah, so, uh, that happened." Isagi shrugged. As if he didn't just drop his whole backstory on the reporter.

Then, Isagi's eyes widened.

"Oh, I'll have to go now. I promised Y/n to be home early. Thank you for the interview!" He waved modestly, leaving the room.

The reporter was stunned. He sat there, on the notes scribbled Isagi's love story, not one football term in sight.

During the whole interview, profesional football player Isagi Yoichi hadn't mentioned football once.

#bllk #bllk fanfic #blue lock #blue lock x reader #isagi #isagi yoichi x reader #yoichi isagi #isagi x reader #isagi yoichi #fluff #slight angst

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criminallyvenomous · 2 months ago

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slut! - Spencer Reid X Reader

• got love-struck, went straight to my head. got lovesick all over my bed. love to think you’ll never forget.

• In which years post one night stand with Derek Morgan, you’re assigned to the B.A.U. The thing is, he doesn't remember you. But, Spencer’s there and he would never forget.

• Gender neutral reader

• Word count - 1,298

“Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god.” You mumbled to yourself as you made your way out of SSA Aaron Hotchner’s office.

You had been preparing for this interview for weeks, as soon as the opportunity was presented to you. Joining the B.A.U. was an honor for any agent. The unit started small and worked its way up the F.B.I. ladder to become renowned in its capabilities. Getting this job would’ve normally gotten you a high you would be riding for months. Except, as you left the office with a smile on your face, you saw him. Derek Morgan.

Years ago, when you were just starting in the bureau you had met Agent Morgan. He was older and already established, but notably, very attractive. The two of you crossed paths a few times before you really met.

“So, this is how I have to get your name?” He joked.

You were outside the coffee cart, heading to grab your order after the barista called your name. It was a stupid pick up line, but the cadence of how he said it met with his expression lead you to entertain the interaction.

Later that week Derek entertained an evening with you. A casual meal that you both knew what you really wanted from. It was a pleasurable night, of course. Several rounds with several positions of enjoyment. So when you saw him in the very same room as you years later, it was a shock.

You stumbled your way through the bullpen as you made your way into the conference room with the rest of your new team.

“This is SSA Y/N Y/L/N. They’ll be joining the team as of today. Make them feel comfortable.” Agent Hotchner said to the table as everyone turned to greet you.

“I’m Penelope, the ‘tech wizard’ of the team. I can’t wait to work together.”

“Spencer.” He smiled at you, reassuringly. “Don’t worry, it’s not as scary as it seems.”

“I’m Derek Morgan, it’s nice to meet you.” He extended his hand and you shook it reluctantly as it hit you. He had no idea who you were.

How could he not know who you are? You spent hours together after weeks of interactions. You had slept together for heaven’s sake. Were you just another one of Derek Morgan’s conquests? Sure, you had no deep longing for a relationship with the man, but you at least were expecting him to know who you were.

“Are you okay?” Spencer whispered. You realized you had completely missed the presentation with the overwhelming flood of thoughts in your head.

“Yeah, I just spaced out. Thanks.” You responded. While Hotch had his back turned, Spencer slid his notebook over to you.

“Here.” He smiled. He had taken detailed notes of the case along with his own thoughts on different bits. You looked to Spencer, giving him a tight-lipped smile and a grateful head nod.

The case was urgent, they all were, but this was a missing kid case. The boy’s name was Thomas ‘Tommy’ Randall from Indiana. His parents called the police when he wasn’t in his bed this morning. The team was rushing to the plane as they swapped ideas. With all of this you were beginning to forget the whole ‘Derek’ ordeal. Key word : were.

“Heard you worked with the gang unit. I bet that was rough, at least with the B.A.U., we don’t stay in one place for too long.” Derek took a seat across from you on the plane.

“I guess that’s true. Though, I found it rewarding to put an end to years of torment in communities.” You tried to keep the peace, possibly hoping for the chance lights go off in his head with recollection.

The case didn’t end how you hoped for the kid, or for your first with the team. He was dead before you even landed. The most comfort the family would get was that you found the killer/ kidnapper. He was a repeat offender who flew under the radar due to his traveling across state lines in his truck. He delivered supplies for different factories and would use truck stops as drop offs, some of the kids even survived.

“Does anyone want to get a drink?” Agent Rossi asked the team as you all began to head out of the bureau.

“Ooh, yes please!” Garcia replied and began to start listing the local bars with the best prices per pitcher.

“How about you, Y/N?” JJ asked, causing a few of them to turn towards you.

“Why not? Hell of a first day.” You replied and the group began to either drive or simply walk to the bar down the block.

You weren’t feeling very talkative. It was a depressing enough day without having to deal with intoxicated interactions with the team. Everyone else seemed to be having a good time, though. It was clear they had known each other for years and had bonded over them. Even Agent Hotchner, who struck you as cold, was laughing and telling Rossi about his son’s recent game.

“Hey, how are you? Got you something, seemed like you preferred the tequila to the whiskey.” Spencer sat next to you and slid you a shot glass. He barely drank tonight, only a watered down with plenty of ice whiskey that Derek had gotten him.

“Thanks.” You smiled, taking the drink and downing it almost immediately which made Spencer chuckle softly.

“Oh, you know, tough day.” You told him, he nodded.

“The cases with kids always are, but I don’t think that’s all that’s upsetting you.” You turned to get a better look at him. Maybe if you weren’t so focused on Derek and the missing kid today, you would’ve noticed just how kind and attractive he really was.

“Damn, you really are smart.” You replied, earning another laugh from him. This one was more heartfelt and it made you feel better just hearing it.

“So, what’s really bothering you?” He pried. You could tell he didn’t want to disturb or upset you, he just wanted to help. It was both reassuring and refreshing. Maybe you should just come out with it.

“I know Derek.”

“Oh, you guys have met before?” He asked.

“Yeah, we’ve met.” You replied.

“Why didn’t he say anything?”

“I don’t think he remembers meeting me.” You looked down at the empty glass in front of you. He raised his hand and pointed to it for the bartender to get you another. It was sweet.

“Don’t overthink it, he meets a lot of people.” He tried to cheer you up.

“No, like we met ‘intimately’.” You used air quotes, trying to stifle the disappointment by attempting to make it into a joke, something you could potentially laugh at.

“Oh.” That was all he said.

“It was a one time hookup years ago, but I guess I just wasn’t expecting him to not remember it at all.” The bartender put the new shot in front of you and cleared the empty one from the table. Kind of an embarrassing time for the guy to come over, but you didn’t really care right now.

“Derek can be like that, he was a bit of what Garcia calls a ‘man-whore’.” He made you chuckle. “But, he’s settled down now. Maybe he just doesn’t think about that time of his life.”

“That makes sense.” You took the shot and looked back at him. “I guess I’m feeling a little unremarkable.” His eyes softened.

“You are anything but.”

“So are you saying you’d remember me?” You asked, jokingly but with a bit of a flirtation.

“I’m saying I’d never forget you. Especially if we spent the night together.”

“I might just have to hold you to that.”

in a world of boys, he’s a gentleman

@chronicallybubbly

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pannman · 10 months ago

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Fix it

Platonic Alastor x tech savy/graphic designer reader

He didn't quite understand you

In fact people never expected you to be friends, and it certainly didn't start put that way

You started out working at Voxtech, you spent hours designing advertisements and editing commercials but when Vox told you to start working for Valentino and editing his porn videos you refused. Vox gave you an ultimatum: work for Valentino or be fired. So with no job you decided to try your hand at redemption

You didn't count on Vox's greatest enemy being the facility manager

At first Alastor threatened you. Suspecting you might be a spy since you were associated with Vox but Charlie convinced him to give you a chance

So he mostly ignored you. Keeping conversations short. Especially since it seemed you guys had absolutely nothing in common

Charlie wanted to find away to put your skills to use for the good of the hotel. You suggested creating a website

Charlie loved that idea so you got to it. You designed and developed it. You made it simple but eye catchy. And you decided to regularly upload edited videos of the shenanigans going on the hotel to attract new patrons (and to give yourself some fun).

Charlie being the person that she is wanted Alastor and you to get along better so she came up with the brilliant idea for you to interview him and create a page on the website for first hand accounts

Alastor agreed and as long as it was not a filmed interview

You had prepared a list of questions

Q. Why did you decide to join the hotel?

A. I decided to help the pathetic princess in her silly little dream to watch others fail miserably in attempt to change their already determined fates as entertainment for myself

Q. What has been your favorite moment here at the hotel?

A. Possibly when Niffty released an entire colony of roaches into Angel's bed. That was quite hilarious!

Q. What progress do you think you or someone else has made thus far that's worth mentioning?

A. I finally managed to get my new radio tower to look exactly like the old one. It was nice gesture really. But I do have preferred place for everything

After that you didn't know if Charlie was still going to be for this idea

You really didn't think you and Alastor would ever see eye to eye until one night you woke up to a knock on your door

You jumped out of bed still in your pajamas and opened the door to see Alastor standing there

You were... quite surprised. He told you he needed your help and it couldn't wait till morning

You followed him to his radio tower to see his system short circuiting. He warned you not to get to close or you'd get a nasty shock

"You're the one who deals with this technology stuff, fix it!" You thought to point out the two issues here

1. You don't fix technology, you utilize it to make things

2. This radio recording system is really old and you only knew what you were doing with MODERN technology

But you could tell he was very agitated. You wondered how it even got broke in the first place

You decided to do the only thing you could think and you Voxtubed it

You found some weird guy with obsession for fixing ham radios and old vintage tvs and watched a few of his videos. After assessing the broken system there were a lot of similarities. And after one boring audio book and online purchase of some parts you fixed it

Alastor was impressed. He tried very hard not show it but he couldn’t help it.

Before he could get back to it. You decided to listen to last chapter of the audio book one last time to make sure it was up to code. Unfortunately you forgot to connect your Bluetooth

Alastor standing in the tower with impatiently tapping his foot waiting for you to give the ok so he can give his listeners a much delayed broadcast stiffened at the sound coming from your phone and static buzzed loudly in the air

"Lovely I imagine the imagery to this is just flashy and distracting as it always is" he says rather annoyed

"Actually" you replied "it's an audio book. There is no visuals. It's just sound. Someone reads aloud a book and records it for people to listen to" you pointed out

It was not that much different from radio

You apologized and told him you would connect back to your headphones so he didn't have to hear it

"You may leave it on" he said surprisingly. So you did

Finally when you were done you went about your business. Everything went back to normal. Except... Alastor kept calling upon you before every broadcast demanding you play your audio book again to look over his system to make sure it won't crash on him mid broadcast

And each time he told you there was no need for your headphones

You finally decided to grow a pair and challenge him

"Once again I'd like you to check it over and make sure it's up to code. Play your dumb sound book again and get to it" he spoke as if the audio book did not matter at all but you knew better

"Oh I have it memerized by now. No need to play it again" you responded mischievously

His eyes narrowed and you could hear the sound of a record scratch. "Now, now. I won't allow for any mistakes that would not end well for you. Now play it again" he demanded

"You know if you liked the audio book you could just say so. Also you don't have to listen to the same end chapter over and over again. I have other probably more exciting books" you proposed

He acted offended. "How dare you insinuate that I would enjoy something as pointless and boring as that." Of course he didn't want to admit that anything that came from technology could possibly be good in any way and he could never ACTUALLY like it. No way

"You know its not a lot different from radio. Telling stories with just your voice. Like any kind of art this is just another medium. Another way of expressing oneself. You don't have to suddenly be Mr. Technology guy to like audio books" you said

Alastor seemed to pause in thought. "Hmmm... fine. I guess... it wasn't too horrible to listen to literature being read aloud in a soothing voice. Maybe I'll give some other pieces a try"

And after that you were at the radio tower all the time. Playing audio books for him. You eventually showed him your art skills and showed off the new website. He taught you a lot about his Era and about radio. You guys even redid the interview live on his radio show. Though the results were still quite similar

Though Alastor still hated technology he respected that it was something you enjoyed. And he did listen to the occasional audio book, although it was more like he made you play it for him

An unlikely friendship had formed. And nobody saw it coming. But you wouldn't trade it for the world

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literaryvein-reblogs · 6 months ago

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Tips: Studying at Home

Adjust your learning

The first thing to acknowledge is that an online education demands a different style of learning as opposed to the traditional classroom environment.

You should be aware that you will need to adjust your learning style to ensure you get the most out of any online learning experience by doing things such as:

Fully commit yourself to join in with digital discussions so you are still actively learning and developing key skills such as debating and listening.

Be prepared to try new tech - with new online learning platforms and video calling functions, prepare to become adaptable and open to trying new technologies.

Collaborate with others - whether that’s over instant messenger outside of class/tutoring time, or with online discussions - get involved and you’ll make the most out of your learning experience.

Be self-disciplined - You will need to ensure that you’re ahead with the class work, pre-reading course materials where you can and ensuring excellent time management to prevent missing classes. All of this will help you to get the most out of your online learning.

Clear Distractions

When setting up your home study and/or work space, make sure there is nothing in the background that may distract you or your classmates/co-workers.

That includes putting your phone in a separate room or turning it off completely to avoid taking your attention during your online learning.

It’s important to note that you may also need to move your work space throughout the day - perhaps you may need to move as sunlight comes through your window to avoid screen glare.

So have a think about this before you are forced to move and re-position halfway through a learning session.

Use headphones and a microphone (where possible)

If you have them, make sure you use headphones and a microphone so you can clearly hear your tutor/classmates, as well as deliver clean and clear audio for easy flow of communication.

Even if you don’t have access to this, most laptops do have a reasonably high-spec audio and microphone set already built into them, however having a specific kit will always elevate your sound and audio quality.

Make sure your camera is stable

Again, to help avoid distractions during your online learning, make sure your laptop or webcam is sturdy and pointing ahead to avoid any strange angles.

Also, don’t sit too close to your camera either as the audio could muffle if you are sitting close to the microphone on your device.

Prevent interruptions

We’ve all seen that BBC News video interview - and we know you certainly don’t want to have the same happen to you.

To avoid this, make sure anyone you live with is aware that you will be doing some online learning from home and to ask them to leave you alone to concentrate.

If you can, close a door and stick a sign on the outside of it, making it clear that you cannot be disturbed.

Pre-prepare resources

If you have work that you want to share with your tutor or other students during a video lesson, make sure you have them ready and waiting on your desktop with clear file names, and are ideally already open and waiting before you start.

This will avoid time-wasting if you need to hunt around your downloads folder and browser tabs.

Strong Wi-Fi connection

Before joining an online session, make sure your Wi-Fi session is working and up to scratch.

The website; Speed Test will help you to see what sort of internet speeds you’re currently getting, and whether they will be strong enough to support video calls.

There are a few obvious steps too to try and consider to improve your Wi-Fi strength, such as putting your internet box up high on a sideboard, making sure nothing is covering it, and setting up your work space close to where the box is.

If you do have a poor Wi-Fi connection, you may struggle to host a video call, so it’s worth considering if there’s any other locations you could use for your learning session - perhaps a friend or relative’s home?

Pre-read material

If possible, review any resources and material that you’ll be studying before your online learning session.

This will give you the chance to prepare for any discussions, have questions ready to ask about subject matter that you haven’t quite fully understood, as well as help the new knowledge to be absorbed ever so slightly easier.

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sillygoose067 · 4 months ago

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A Masked Promise

Ch.29

Dick Grayson(Nightwing) x Reader

You found yourself caught in the everyday cadence of the tower, surrounded by the quiet hum of the team's routines. Mornings started early, the kitchen bathed in soft light as you prepared breakfast for the team—pancakes one day, omelets the next. They were always starving when they returned from missions, and you made it your mission to ensure they had warm food to come home to. The act of cooking, the smell of fresh ingredients, the simple satisfaction of feeding them, became your way of contributing, of feeling like you had a place here.

It wasn’t just the meals, though. Over time, you started to pick up on little things. The med kit didn’t seem so daunting anymore. You learned how to clean cuts and suture wounds under Kory’s watchful gaze, her gentle encouragement easing your nerves as you stitched up Gar’s arm after a particularly rough mission. “You’ve got a steady hand,” she’d said with a smile, and for the first time in a while, you’d felt a flicker of pride in yourself.

When you weren’t patching someone up or trying to perfect Rachel’s favorite curry recipe, you started spending more time in the operations room. It was overwhelming at first—the monitors glowing with live feeds, the comms buzzing with static, the maps marked with cryptic coordinates. Dick had shown you the basics one afternoon, his hand guiding yours over the controls as he explained the system. You weren’t a tech wizard by any means, but you picked up enough to feel useful. Being able to monitor the team while they were in the field gave you a sense of purpose, and when they came back—battered but alive—you felt like you’d contributed, even in a small way.

It wasn’t all smooth, of course. The team’s tension over Slade hung like a storm cloud over the tower. Missions were relentless, each one more dangerous than the last. The weight of it showed in the lines of Dick’s face, in the way his shoulders carried a stiffness that never fully went away. You’d catch him staring at the monitors late at night, his jaw tight, his fingers curled into fists at his sides. You didn’t always know what to say, but you tried to help in the ways you could—leaving a mug of tea by his side, nudging him to take a break, even if it was just for a few minutes.

...

Then came the email you’d been waiting for. The interview you’d gone for on the day of the explosion—the one you’d almost forgotten in the chaos—had led to a callback. The coordinator wanted to meet with you again to discuss the position. The prospect of normalcy, of having a career again, sent a flicker of excitement through you. But when you told Dick about it, his reaction wasn’t what you’d expected.

“You shouldn’t go,” he said, his voice quiet but firm.

You frowned, the weight of his words sinking in before you could even ask why. “What do you mean, I shouldn’t go? This is a big deal for me, Dick.”

He ran a hand through his hair, his jaw tightening as he leaned against the kitchen counter. “Something about it feels off. I can’t explain it, but with everything going on—with Slade—it’s not safe.”

You stared at him, disbelief and frustration bubbling up in your chest. “So, what? I just let this opportunity slip away because you have a feeling? Do you know how hard I’ve worked for this?”

His eyes softened, but his tone didn’t waver. “I’m not saying it to hurt you. I just—look, I know what it’s like out there right now. It’s dangerous, and I can’t shake the feeling that this isn’t just about a job. What if it’s a trap?”

“A trap?” you repeated, your voice rising. “Do you hear yourself? Not everything is connected to Slade or whatever villain you’re dealing with. This is my life, Gray.”

His silence only stoked the fire of your frustration. “I can’t just stop living because you’re scared something might happen. That’s not fair.”

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m not trying to control you. I just want you to be safe.”

“Safe,” you echoed bitterly. “Right. Because staying cooped up in this tower is so safe.”

You didn’t wait for his response. The tension was too much, the air between you thick with unspoken words and conflicting emotions. Without another word, you grabbed a blanket from the hall closet and headed for the sofa in the common area.

The cushions were firm, and the blanket wasn’t warm enough, but you were too stubborn to care. You needed space to cool off, to let the anger simmer into something more manageable. The quiet of the tower felt different now—less comforting, more oppressive.

You lay there, staring at the ceiling, replaying the conversation in your mind. He didn’t understand what this job meant to you, how much you needed it—not just for the paycheck, but for the sense of normalcy it could bring. You knew he cared, but his overprotectiveness felt suffocating in moments like this.

Sometime in the middle of the night, the sound of soft footsteps pulled you from the haze of half-sleep. You opened your eyes to find Dick standing over you, his expression unreadable in the dim light.

“Gray, what—” you began, but he didn’t let you finish. Gently, but with an authority that left no room for argument, he slipped his arms under you and lifted you off the sofa.

“Hey!” you protested, squirming slightly, but he held firm, his grip steady as he carried you toward his room.

“You’re not sleeping out here,” he said simply, his voice low and calm.

You didn’t fight him. Maybe it was exhaustion, or maybe it was the way his chest felt solid and steady against you, but you let him carry you without another word. When he set you down on the bed, his movements were careful, as though he feared breaking you.

“Stay here,” he murmured, pulling the blanket up to your shoulders. His hand lingered for a moment, brushing against your arm, before he turned to leave.

“Gray,” you called softly, stopping him in his tracks. He turned back, his eyes meeting yours.

“I’m still mad at you,” you said, your voice quiet but firm.

A small smile tugged at his lips, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I know.”

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https-lvesick · 3 months ago

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⌕ LYING WEBS, a mark smau

[02] study group goes terribly wrong...

half-written chapter. [1.4k]

You veer away from the classroom, heart racing as you slip out of the school unnoticed.

Thankfully, you’re always prepared—the Silk suit is snug beneath your clothes. With a quick glance to confirm you’re alone, you switch into hero mode, stash your backpack in the bushes, and breathe in the adrenaline.

“Ruby, take me there!” you shout, shooting a web at the nearest rooftop.

Ruby—your trusty AI partner—springs to life. Programmed with nanotech, she keeps your suit flexible and near indestructible. Her link to your phone keeps Ningning, your tech-savvy friend, in the loop.

“Text from Yizhuo. Ningning says: Two hostages confirmed—one worker, one customer.”

Your stomach twists. You pick up speed, swinging across the city as Ruby’s guidance paints a clear route.

You arrive at the ATM vestibule. Police form a tense perimeter while three gang members—two frantic, one keeping watch—cling to their last shred of control. Armed and dangerous.

“Silk!” A cop waves you over. “Two hostages inside. We need them out before we can move.”

“I’ll handle it. Stand by.”

You creep along the walls, silent as a whisper, until you cling to the ceiling, scanning. Two criminals clutch heavy bags of cash, guns trembling in their hands. Sweat beads on their brows—desperation makes them reckless.

But the hostages come first.

“Ruby, distract them.”

The small “S” on your chest detaches, a crimson blur darting through the air. A flare of panic erupts as the gadget sparks and buzzes.

You drop silently behind the CCTV guard. He doesn’t hear you—until it’s too late. A sharp move disarms him, and a swift blow knocks him out cold.

“Stay calm. I’ll get you out,” you whisper, freeing the hostages from their bindings. Their wide, terrified eyes soften with relief.

As you exit the room, fists clenched and ready for a fight, you freeze. The other two criminals lie sprawled on the ground, unconscious. Ruby reattaches with a self-satisfied beep.

You stifle a laugh. Power charge mode. Figures.

The hostages are safe. The day is won. But you can’t bask in the glory—interviews and applause aren’t your style. With a polite “bye,” you launch a web, vanishing into the city skyline, just another student heading back to class.

Mark, Chenle, Haechan, Jisung, and Renjun lounged around a library table, waiting for the girls to arrive. Renjun and Chenle exchanged glances, their project untouched.

“They should be here by now,” Jisung grumbled, checking his watch for the third time.

“Maybe they forgot and went home,” Renjun suggested, shrugging.

“No way. Sweets wouldn’t do that,” Donghyeok replied, pulling out his laptop with practiced ease.

Mark grinned at the nickname. “She’s the one who set the time in the first place,” he added, flipping open his notebook.

“Wait—‘sweets’?” Renjun whispered to Chenle.

“Y/N,” the younger clarified, smirking.

Before the teasing could continue, they heard panting. Heads turned as Yujin stumbled into view, flushed and clearly flustered under the weight of their stares.

“Uh… hi, guys,” she mumbled, sliding into the seat next to Jisung. “Sorry for being late. I had questions for my teacher.”

Jisung froze like a deer in headlights, blinking rapidly as if he’d forgotten how to breathe. His friends watched, eyes gleaming with mischief. Even Renjun, who barely knew him, suppressed a grin.

“Are we waiting on more people?” Yujin asked, adjusting her notes.

“Just mine and Mark’s partner,” Haechan answered, biting his cheek to stop from laughing.

“But don’t wait on us. You two should get started,” Mark encouraged with a kind smile.

As Yujin shifted closer to Jisung, his hands trembled, cheeks burning red. Haechan, trying to contain his laughter, rested his forehead on the table—but his head hit with a loud thud.

The sound echoed through the library, drawing annoyed glares from nearby students.

“Fuck, Ningning!” he hissed, rubbing his forehead while muffled snickering erupted around him.

It was painfully obvious to everyone—except Jisung—that Yujin had a crush on him. The way she leaned in when she spoke, her subtle touches on his arm, and her bright, lingering smiles made it clear. Meanwhile, Jisung was a ball of nerves, too distracted by her presence to focus on their project. His hands fumbled with his pen, and his cheeks flushed with each playful nudge. Neither seemed to notice the stares from the rest of the boys.

“Finally,” Haechan muttered, spotting you and Ningning by the door before Mark even had a chance to turn around.

“Sorry we’re late,” you offered with a sheepish grin, plopping into the seat next to Mark while Ningning sat across from Jisung and Yujin. The tension hit her immediately, her eyes narrowing.

“Hi!” Yujin greeted brightly. You smiled politely, but Ningning’s lips stayed sealed, her eyes like daggers as she rifled through her supplies.

“Why’d it take so long?” Renjun asked cautiously, sensing something off.

“Uh… girl stuff,” you said, sharing a quick glance with Ningning. Your bright smile made Renjun’s ears turn pink, and he shifted uncomfortably.

The group finally settled into work. Projects moved forward, partnerships formed routines, and little habits emerged.

Mark admired how color-coded your notes were, your handwriting neat and meticulous, capturing only key insights. He quietly marveled at your efficiency. Across the table, Jisung discovered Yujin had a habit of chewing a plain old pen cap, reserving her fancier glittery pens for writing. She furrowed her brows intensely when focused, nearly crossing her eyes.

Meanwhile, Renjun’s pen twirled skillfully between his fingers whenever boredom hit, while Chenle smirked at his partner’s dramatic sighs of exasperation over simple tasks.

Ningning, however, wasn’t amused by her own partner, she already knew everything about him. She looked more focused on something else.

Every flirtatious giggle, lingering touch, and shared glance between Jisung and Yujin made her stomach twist into knots. Her gaze darted between the two, her anger simmering like a storm ready to break.

“Calm down,” Haechan whispered, rubbing her back soothingly. “We’re here to study.”

“They aren’t,” she hissed back.

“Then politely tell them to shut up—nicely.”

Her eyes flicked back just in time to see Jisung laugh at something Yujin said, his shoulders relaxed, his nerves gone. She clenched her fists.

“Ning—”

“You do not get to tell me to calm down,” she snapped, her voice low and deadly. “Not when you’re practically jumping Mark’s bones.”

Without waiting for his response, she stood abruptly, her chair scraping loudly against the floor.

“What’s your problem?” she seethed, glaring at Yujin. “This is a study group, not a flirting session. Your voice is giving me a headache, and I can’t even hear my own thoughts.”

The library fell silent. Students stared. Even the air seemed to still.

“Ningning…” Jisung started, wide-eyed.

“You. Shut up.” She stormed out, leaving everyone stunned. The other students didn’t even had the courage to silent them.

You blinked, sharing a glance with Haechan who was gathering not only his, but her belongings too before following his best friend.

“I’ll be right back,” you muttered, following Ningning’s perfume.

In the empty classroom, Ningning paced like a caged tiger, her fury palpable.

“I hate him. I hate her. I hate how they look at each other, how he’s so oblivious, and how I can’t stop caring!”

You wrapped your arms around her, holding her tightly. “Let it out.”

“She’s so annoying,” Ningning groaned, her voice muffled against your shoulder.

Haechan leaned casually against a table. “We could string him up with your webs,” he teased. “Leave him dangling for a bit.”

“That would teach him,” you agreed, flexing dramatically.

Ningning cracked a smile, her anger ebbing just a bit.

“Hae… do you mind if we work at my house? I don’t think I can face them now. Not only because of the shame, but… you know…” he nods, aknowledging why. But he hesitates a bit, pondering her offer, thinking about the whole reason behind this study group.

“You like him,” you whispered.

“I can’t.”

“You never stopped,” you said softly.

Her eyes shone with unshed tears, but she nodded forcefully. “Take me home?”

Haechan slung her bag over his shoulder. “Of course.”

You watched them leave, your heart heavy with empathy. Back in the library, you slipped into your seat.

“She needed to cool off,” you explained, looking pointedly at Yujin. “But she was right. This is a study group. Let’s focus.”

Mark leaned closer. “Is she okay?”

“Yeah,” you whispered. “Haechan’s got her.”

Silence settled as the group refocused, the weight of unspoken truths hanging thick in the air.

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zaynesbratjoy · 30 days ago

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Tech, Tears & Tacos

hi. this story is kind of a mess.

there’s romance (sort of). Includes all lads men. if you're into cringe, chaos, and random shit

welcome. Please make this popular.

lower your expectations.

and let's do this.

Part 1:

“I think I wanna throw up,” I muttered, swirling my coffee like it was some kind of magical potion that could somehow make me feel better. Full milk, of course—because I hate myself. Also, I’m pretty sure I’m lactose intolerant. What if I fart in the interview? God, that would be horrible.

“Definitely wanna throw up,” I mumbled again, tugging at the stray hairs that had somehow escaped my professional-looking ponytail. I pulled it tighter, fingers shaking as the anxiety was about to implode.

“Ah, shit. Please, just—ugh—I’d throw up right now if I could.” I exhaled dramatically, clutching my stomach as I pushed out the stress-dump I had perfected for any inconvenient situation in my life. God, why was I doing this? Well, better than farting in public. Getting rid of that is a whole other disaster.

“Hello, my name is Leila Dylan, and I’m here applying for the Operations and Strategy Manager role,” I announced with what I hoped was a professional tone, flashing a smile that screamed, “I’m definitely faking it.”

I wanted to puke. This guy—this guy sitting across from me was... fine. Too fine. Too good-looking. Fuck.

I tried to focus on his face. How could someone be so... handsome yet make me feel like I was trapped in an Instagram ad? That jawline? Chiseled. Why?

Caleb—oh, right. Caleb. He had dark brown hair, almost too neatly swept to the side like he spent hours each morning perfecting his look. His piercing green eyes were the real weapon, though. They were sharp. Like a knife, cutting straight through my entire existence. Those eyes knew things—probably even things about me I wasn’t ready to confront. He wore a light blue button-down shirt that clung to his shoulders in that way only guys who clearly work out can pull off. Oh, and the silver watch on his wrist? Probably cost more than my entire apartment.

He chuckled lightly, which made me want to throw up even more. He had this... aura about him. Like he could break you down with just a smile. And right now, he was breaking me down with nothing but his presence.

“So, Mrs. Dylan, I see you’ve only been in the same field for about three months according to your resume. Can I ask why you didn’t stay longer?” Caleb asked, leaning back in his chair, arms crossed. His voice was smooth, but there was an edge to it, like he already knew the answer and was waiting for me to screw it up.

I blinked. I wasn’t prepared for this. Yeah, who am I kidding? I didn’t prepare. I get called a lazy-ass all the time. Honestly, it hits me right in every goddamn interview. Fuck, working anyway...

“Well, it was a startup. The company itself had a financial crisis, and—” I trailed off. Why the hell is he laughing?

His smile was still there, almost smug. I suddenly became hyper-aware of my leg shaking under the table.

“You do realize you’re applying to another startup, right?” Caleb interjected, amusement dancing in his eyes.

Yeah, what a dumb bitch I am.

“Right,” I muttered, feeling like I might collapse at any moment. “But I mean, that really isn’t my fault, sir. I’m sure you saw my portfolio... it speaks for itself.” Yeah, real convincing, Leila.

His gaze flickered to my resume. I could feel him flipping through it, his smirk never leaving.

“Last question,” Caleb said, his gaze unwavering. “Why should we hire you?”

I don’t even know why I’m here. Giving up wasn’t an option... yet.

"Uh..." I fumbled, trying to dig myself out of this hole. "I’m a fast learner, extremely adaptable to any work environment. All my experiences, even the ones in different fields, allow me to be a... a potential candidate for this role?"

Nice one, Leila. You barely believe yourself.

Caleb raised an eyebrow. Yeah, that eyebrow didn’t have any confidence in me either.

“Right... experience.” He flipped through my resume again, scanning it like a hawk. “Four online courses and barely any work experience.”

My face flushed. I fought the urge to squirm. What was I even doing here?

Leila swallowed her pride. “Well... yeah, haha...” I laughed awkwardly. “But the thing is, sir, you know this position is rare and... the field is still developing in the current world, so...” I trailed off, unsure of how to finish.

Fuck it. I give up.

Caleb kept staring at me, his gaze unyielding. The silence stretched for a few seconds before he finally smiled. But this time, it wasn’t smug.

“Alright, Mrs. Dylan. We’ll be in touch,” he said, his voice still composed. But there was something in it. Something... mischievous.

Busted. You broke-ass.

“Wait—hold on,” he said, suddenly leaning forward.

I just wanted to be freed, please. I sat down again.

“Before you go, I just have to ask—if you were a type of sandwich, which one would you be, and why would you be the most underrated, yet secretly superior sandwich on the menu?”

Okay, yeah. Funny guy. He thinks he’s being creative, doing corny shit like that. And yet... still looks cool. God, I hate pretty privilege.

“Uh…” Was this man for real?

I stared at him, and laughed. “A... a sandwich? Are you... serious?”

“Come on, it’s a simple question. What’s your secret sandwich superpower?”

“Well, on a daily basis, I’d go with an egg salad sandwich, avocado with eggs—plain choices ‘cause... simply I don’t cook. But on the menu? I’d go with the juiciest, full of meat, extra-sauce thing. Uh... , I hope this isn’t part of the interview- Okay, sorry, that's it.”

Caleb laughed, a full, rich sound that only made me want to dig myself a hole and crawl in.

“Wait, oh no, did I mess up? I think I should've said, ‘Oh, it’s the avocado sandwich—it’s simple, but has... avocado...? So it’s like work but... creativity added?’”

I didn’t know whether to be relieved or horrified. He’s looking like an idiot now, thank God.

“I love you,” Caleb said.

“What? ...Is this—”

“For me, Mrs. Dylan, you're hired. But yeah, protocol... gotta discuss with the CEO first,” he interjected.

I laughed. Pretty hard. He grinned.

“Uh, what?” I said, without thinking. I don’t even know what to say at this point.

“We’ll be in touch... if you know, you know. Double meaning—”

“Ha? Thanks. I’ll go now.”

I walked out quickly. And, of course, I farted once I exited the room.

Sipping on my hot tea, wrapped in my blanket, “Do I freak out?” I said, Facetiming my homegirl.

“I still don’t understand why he said ‘I love you’ after a freakin’ sandwich question, and why the hell he asked a sandwich question in an interview!” my girl asked.

“I think this whole company is cracked. I don’t know, it feels like a joke, a prank... Man was serious at first but boom, then he seemed like a retarded 10-year-old,” I continued. “But why a company about that specializes in creating immersive digital experiences—think a mix between interactive storytelling apps, virtual AI companions, and gamified mental health tools... all that shit yet seemed... so dumb.”

“Girl, with your damn answers and that messy-ass resume of yours, I don’t think... well, of course, I’m not letting you down, but come on, let’s be real, are you even confident they’ll hire you? Bitch, you don’t want to work, why’d you do that?” Expected from her to say, yeah.

“To pay the fucking bills, Hannah. Obviously, if it’s not for that, I swear I’d do anything but work. I wanna practice electric guitar, ice skating—no, wait, I guess I’m too fat for that. Anyways, I think—” I got interrupted by her.

“Wait, you said QuantumHaven is the name of the company?”

“Yup.”

“Open the screenshot I sent you now!”

“That’s Sylus—oh no, oh no, how????”

“Your fucking ex is running the company? You didn’t know for real?” she laughed.

There’s no way I’m in.

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First time writing, don't come at me

It'll get better, please believe in me

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Hi, again! MissedMileMarkers! Been a while since I've been on Tumblr again and I must say, I truly missed seeing your work after a long while of studying for my finals and preparation for Christmas. I hope you're having a great holiday this year too, as I would love to see what adventures you'd be going on. What movies do you enjoy? And what's your absolute favorite movie, if you ever have one? If not movies, then books perhaps?

Anyway, I never really dabbled in photography because I think I'm not really cut out for it because of my lack of knowledge on the subject, although it doesn't hurt to try! Here are some photos I took, from my hometown. (P.S, I'm not anywhere in the US, just needed to point that out hehe)

Hey eyeofcathulu,

Its been a while since I have seen you in my feed. There are a few Tumblr's that stick out to me due to name, content etc. Your name is one of my favorites and always stands out. So lets get started on your questions shall we? I truly missed seeing your work after a long while of studying for my finals and preparation for Christmas

I really hope that you do well on your finals. Finals can be a very stressful time. Stay motivated, focused and calm, With all of that you will the day. Even if you cant do any of those things preparation will also win the day. Best of luck!

I hope you're having a great holiday this year too,

So far the holiday season has been good. Thank you so very much for the well wishes.

I would love to see what adventures you'd be going on.

The most notable adventure was the snow back in November. We got a fair amount. They were calling for much more over the days after but the storm never materialized into anything of not. I have also started working a walking video project. The start of that project has been very tough. But like any good journey it wont be easy and I know it.

What movies do you enjoy? And what's your absolute favorite movie, if you ever have one? If not movies, then books perhaps?

There are a few things here to unpack so let get to it. So for the types of movies that I absolutely enjoy. Are movies with a psychological twist. Movies like "Secret Window", "Memento" (not sure if that is the right spelling). My absolute favorite movie is "4 rooms" I like how each room is directed by a different director. The final room is my favorite. When it comes to literature the last non technical book that I read was "The stainless Steel Rat". I re-read it about 6 months ago. I sadly do not read non technical material as much as I used to.

More about me specific to tech. I bring this up because it goes into one of your other questions that was just outlined.

So the reason I spend most of my time reading technical material is because I come from Tech. I am a devops / infrastructure / security engineer by trade. I also develop in a few different languages.

How I got into photography in a more professional sense is I got fired from my job. I have never even been written up before in my life let alone fired. I released a new product for a company ontime and under budget. 2 days after the successful release they fired me with 0 warning or chance to improve. They just used me for a specific purpose and then paid it forward by terminating me. I know this is truth but this event still hurts me to this day. I also might add their severance was garbage. That happened earlier this year and I have been doing this ever since. I have applied to over 10,000 jobs (that is no exaggeration) and have been on around 20 interviews. I have received 0 job offers. That part of this journey has been really hard.

Still to this day as strange as this is going to sound. "I do not view myself as a photographer". What I mean by this is probably not what one would think. I am a provider of emotion. Pictures invoke an emotion that I can never understand onto the people that see them. I can think the invoked emotion will be X however it will be Y for the person, and even if I can understand emotion Y from my perspective I can never understand EXACTLY how the person actually experiences that.

Tech v.s. Photography. In my tech career I change peoples lives. It was due to my hard work, dedication and precision that won the war. Literally thousands of people depended on only me doing my job. If I took one misstep then everyone, all their loved ones, families etc would all have been without financial security. I love working in tech. I get the same type of satisfaction as I do with tech that I do with photography but in much different ways.

"I never really dabbled in photography because I think I'm not really cut out for it because of my lack of knowledge on the subject,"

Statements like this should always be treated as an indicator to follow a potential passion.

More about my view(s)

The world is a very amazing place. The world is also very cruel that is not fair. I personally feel that no one should contribute to the evil that lurks in the shadows. All I am trying to do is bring true genuine emotion to people for whatever purpose serves them.

So you saying that you are getting through finals. Again I wish you nothing but luck. When you get to the point in your life when you enter the world please do it with nothing more then joy and happiness in your heart.

Back to the photography specific to you. I highly encourage you to do it. Just because someone does not have "training or education" sometimes all you need is passion.

A big part of life is figuring out what you don't want to do.

I highly encourage you to follow any creative path you choose. There is no time like the present to do what you might love and what other people night love.

P.S.

I really liked the pictures. You captured your home in an amazing way. I really like how you captured the sun in a very unique way.

Thank you for sharing these with the world!

~ MissedMileMarkers

#photography #city photography #light photography #night photography #driving #cars #city life #far away #eyeofcathulu #missedmilemarkers #bird #birdblr #bird of the day

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