#amreality

[americanedpsycho]

otp = patrick and luis lol

that is his reaction rn. luis (@amreality) will be delighted.

[senstrike]

girl , this is you. this is your badness level. it’s unusually high for someone your size. we have to fix that.

LIKE AN ANIMAL IN THE WILD, HIS GAZE SNAPS TO FIX UPON @amreality. a cold undercurrent rages beneath the ice. john kreese is a good solider, until his emotions interfere — and he cannot pretend he isn’t angry. ( but he can’t pretend it’s not funny, either. THE GIRL’S GOT BALLS. ) BUT THIS IS HIS TERRITORY. he marks it with stony silence and pursed lips, one hand on the cardboard prop at which she’s gesturing. he pulls him closer to him, puts himself between them. FUN’S OVER, KID. what’s a miyagi student doing here, anyway? what’s a little girl doing here?, he thinks, but no one in their right mind would call her little, and neither would he. he marks her as the enemy, but this not as a confrontation. A MISSTEP. LEARN FROM IT — OR SUFFER THE CONSEQUENCES. his voice is quiet, slow — warning. there will not be another warning. ‘i think it would be a good idea if you left, sweetheart.’

[greenelight]

❝   everything   alright   with   you   ,   sam   ?   you've   been   pretty   quiet   today   during   class.   ❞   @amreality   is   probably   one   of   mason's   best   students   when   it   comes   to   drama   ,   so   it's   easier   to   notice   when   she   becomes   less   enthusiastic   in   participating   in   class.   the   usual   sparkle   in   her   eyes   has   resorted   to   a   dull   , sad sheen   &   he   can't   help   but   worry   a   bit   about   what   might   be   going   on   in   her   mind   ,   especially   with   the   bandages   she   has   on her hands & sometimes her face.   yes   ,   he   is   well   aware   of   her   other   extra   curricular   activities   ,   &   while   it's   not   something   he   truly   understands   ,   it's   not really   within   his   jurisdiction   to   really   say   anything   about   it.   he's   just   a   typical   drama   teacher   ━━   all   he   can   do   is   look   out   for   his   students   &   give   them   a   safe   place   to   talk   if   they   need   it.   ❝   i   know   i   shouldn't   have   a   say   in   your   life   outside   of   school   ,   but   you   can   talk   to   me   ,   if   you   need   it.   ❞   a   pause   ,   he   focuses   on   organizing   his   books   &   papers   ,   cleaning   up   to   prepare   for   the   drama   club   meeting   he   had   after   school.   ❝   just      .   .   .   letting   you   know   that   if   you   need   an   ear   ,   i'm   willing   to   give   it.   it's   probably   helpful   to   have   a   place   to   talk   with   people   who   aren't   heavily   involved   in   .   .   .   what   you   do   outside   of   school.   ❞

[therelentless]

📏 + 6’4” … madeline is tall 👀

Send me 📏 + your muses height and I'll compare them to mine! ;; @amreality

[everrot]

todd is certain his heart is about to hammer out of his chest. without even looking, he can hear the slight tremble of the script between his fingers, papers that dare fly from his grasp if he doesn't will himself to grip tighter. he attempts to keep his eyes on neil ⸻ filling in and replying on cue, despite todd's lack of experience in theatre. he's growing more flustered, and the poor man isn't even considering auditioning alongside neil. ❝  with love’s light wings did i . . . o’erperch these walls, for stony limits cannot hold love out,  ❞ he says, squinting at the script, ❝  wait. i thought you were auditioning for romeo. why am i reading his lines to you?  ❞

starter call for @amreality !

[americanedpsycho]

❛  you  need  to  end  things  with  courtney.  ❜  bateman  was  growing  exasperated  at  courtney  desperate  whines  and  complaints  about  her  unhappy  relationship  ⸻  it  was  ruining  the  good  sex  between  them,  and  courtney  was  always  a  favorite  of  his.  ❛  you’re  not  happy  with  her.  ❜

bateman and luis. @amreality

[senstrike]

julie , i was being hunted. and i was completely unaware it was happening.

they may call him a bully, but what they don’t understand is that a cobra doesn’t raise its hood to intimidate its prey: IT RAISES IT FOR ITS ENEMIES. he’s seen a thousand victims, teary-eyed kids with homemade bruises and terrified ordinary people thrust into a war they never wanted. maybe it’s not pc to say aloud anymore, but the screams of women have always troubled him the most. ‘i’m sorry that happened to you.’ part of him still nurses a dream of heroism; to make victims of the defenceless is something he — even this cruel and twisted thing he has become — cannot stomach. he can take pain. pain does not hurt. PAIN DOES NOT EXIST. john kreese knows well the sustained agony it takes to make this true. fighters know. @amreality knows, now. ‘but you learned to fight back.’ he nods slowly, sensing something shared pass between them.

[greenelight]

the   day   of   the   try   outs   for   their   next   play   has   finally   arrived   ,   &   mason   couldn't   shake   the   nerves   he   felt   brimming   deep   within   him.   even   though   the   days   of   him   being   on   that   stage   has   long   since   past   ,   he   still   empathizes   with   the   teens   who's   nerves   could   be   seen   radiating   off   of   them   as   they   step   onto   that   stage   ,   anxious   yet   excited   at   the   prospect   of   being   chosen   for   the   show.   so   much   talent   would   be   witnessed   here   today   ,   which   will   make   the   eventual   decision   all   the   more   difficult   to   make.   he   had   a   few   others   beside   him   in   the   audience   chairs   to   help   with   his   decision   ,   but   his   say   would   be   the   final   one   at   the   end   of   the   day   &   he   only   prayed   that   his   choices   would   be   met   with   positivity   &   that   those   rejected   wouldn't   take   it   too   hard.   he   knows   how   it   feels   to   not   get   a   role   you   worked   so   hard   for   &   he'd   be   more   than   happy   to   offer   support   to   anyone   who   needed   it   after.

running   through   the   list   of   sign   ups   he   had   in   hand   ,   the   teens   would   step   up   to   the   stage   one   by   one   ,   reciting   either   bits   from   the   upcoming   show   or   their   own   monologues   that   they   chose.   mason   would   make   notes   for   each   performance   &   make   notes   on   what   characters   they   would   fit   best   ,   some   already   winning   him   over   while   others   still   had   him   curious   to   see   more.   ❝   neil   perry.   ❞   the   name   was   called   out   by   one   of   the   assistants   sitting   at   his   side   ,   calling   out   the   next   teen   on   their   list.   as   always   ,   mason   smiled   as   the   young   man   strode   on   the   stage   ,   noting   how   he's   never   seen   him   before.   a   lot   of   the   kids   who   had   auditioned   for   the   play   were   regulars   at   the starlight   children's   theatre.   was   he   brand   new   ?   regardless   of   his   questions   ,   mason   smiled   up   at   @amreality   again   ,   motioning   for   him   to   stand   center   stage   so   they   could   see   him.   ❝   nice   to   meet   you   neil.   i'm   mr.   greene   ,   the   theatrical   director   here   ,   though   please   ,   no   formalities.   makes   me   feel   old & i'm clearly still youthful.   ❞   he   grins , winking.   ❝   what   role   are   you   auditioning for today   ?   you   can   start   whenever   you're   ready.   ❞

[wantsflight]

a caller arrives in the form of @amreality.

the oxford estate acts a second home to the bridgerton girl, an escape from thunderous footsteps and roaring voices that come from the full and lively bridgerton family home. SHE ADORES IT, but the peace and quiet of the estate always brought comfort to her worst anxieties. IT'S DIFFERENT NOW to step foot into what once held such comfort that now brings forth the same anxieties she ran from. conrad's gone - off to fetch something or another, sign another document or whatever he does in his free time. that's left the girl with her father, whom she's been avoiding since her left ring finger gained a permanent fixture. guilt weighs heavy on her shoulders for all that has quickly taken over their lives. though, eloise never has been one to keep her mouth shut for too long. "I'M SORRY." it escapes fast, not allowing her brain to catch up for fear it might silence what she needs off her chest. "it was reckless, what we did. sneaking out without a chaperone in a public place, no matter how private it may have seemed to us." heart thumping against the cage of her chest with the difficulty of attempting to maintain eye contact to show the sincerity in her eyes, no matter how uncomfortable it made her. "it's easy to forget what conrad's status is in society. a testament to your upbringing, but it is not an excuse. we should've been more careful, or not even gone at all. WE'RE LUCKY that an easy solution was there for us, but in the same vein, i've taken something from both of us that... while i may know is impossible to have, we now will never truly know. and for that, i am sorry."

[americanedpsycho]

❛  what’s  the  matter  with  you,  bateman?    ❜    blinking,  he  shakes  his  head  in  response,  unsure  whether  or  not  he  is  afraid  of  luis.  mcdermott  shoves  a  drink  into  his  hand  while  bryce  slaps  him  on  the  back,  further  confused  on  whether  or  not  the  pair  of  them  noticed  luis  erratic  behavior.  ❛  uh  ,  nothing  …  ❜  glancing  down  to  see  that  mcdermott  has  gave  him  the  wrong  drink  …  since  when  did  he  look  like  van  patten,  of  all  people?  and  when  will  luis  get  the  hint?  idiots.

a  conversation  about  women  and  their  fashion  was  an  usual  topic  for  mcdermott  to  brag  about  his  latest  fuck,  and  it  gave  him  an  opportunity  to  mumble  something  needing  wax,  to  be  fallen  upon  on  deaf  ears.   he  makes  his  way  over  to  luis,  grabbing  him  by  the  arm  roughly  to  pull  him  aside,  away  from  the  crowd.  ❛  courtney  could  have  saw  that.  ❜  considering  she  was  love  with  him,  looking  depressed  as  always,  ❛  how  many  times?  i  dont  love  you.    ❜

@amreality                                               [  MOUTH  ]:    while standing across a crowded room from one another, sender catches the receiver’s eye and mouths “i love you” to them.     / luis.   starting off so strong.

[senstrike]

oliver , a sudden kiss to catch the partner off guard

the champagne-whisky cocktail makes his head spin. @amreality, in all of his post-play exuberance, must have taken john’s congratulatory pats on the back and quiet little praises for something more. it’s the same old script, after all: a touch, a murmur — but john is so very rusty / so very lonely. crazy fucking bastard, he thinks, after a heartbeat or two, when thought resumes. familiar and unfamiliar all at once: the shadow of a five o’clock shadow; he imagines scratchiness mixed in with the softness. he’s no stranger to the high of triumph, but this in front of everyone? sure, the crowd proper is busy with their toasts and self-congratulations in the other room, but all it’d take is one lone partygoer to pop their head through the doorway, and it’s not the goddamn eighties anymore and oliver putnam sure as hell isn’t— well, he’s just not. it’s the very not-ness that has john shoving him away, instinctive as repelling an opponent’s punch. his hand curls into a fist without a thought, but when he raises it, it’s to scrub at his own mouth, where the wetness and warmth of the kiss lingers. ‘what the hell was that?’

[greenelight]

❝   . . . you   should   seriously   get   off   the   piano.   ❞   mason   is   focusing   on   the   keys   before   him   even   if   he   doesn't   need   to   see   them to play   ,   ignoring   @amreality   as   he   continues   to   play   an   instrumental   version   of   toto's   africa   ,   trying   to   hide   the   brief   smile   of   amusement   that   appears   &   disappears   just   as   quickly.   okay   ,   so   maybe   victor   is   slowly   rubbing   off   on   him   a   bit.   he's   so   irritating   &   incredibly   selfish   ,   but   .   .   .   he's funny , charming ,   kinda cute & cares   for   his   mom.   that's   something   ,   right   ?      also , it's been a while since he last saw him hanging around. he thought maybe he had given up coming here , but here he is , as if nothing has changed. did he miss him ? maybe a bit , but he's not about to admit that so easily. after   a   moment   ,   mason   finally   looks   up   at   victor   &   shakes   his   head   ,   fingers   still   seamlessly   playing   to   a   small   crowd   of   patients   who   sit   in   chairs   nearby   ,   some   paying   attention   while   others   could   care   less.   ❝   you   here   for   your   mom   or   are   you   here   for   a   nurse   ?   ❞   ouch.   perhaps   not   the   best   way   to   start   off   a   conversation after weeks of not seeing each other.   ❝   laying   on   the   piano   like   that   isn't   very   sexy   ,   by   the   way.   it's   only   sexy   when   marilyn   monroe   does   it.   ❞

[eulogier]

HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO REACT TO THAT ? @AMREALITY ( MADELINE ) & AUDREY.

   ❝ 'THAT'S CRAZY, AUDREY, I'M GLAD YOU TOLD ME.' ❞            she deadpans, then pulls a face like it was totally obvious. her shoulders slump over in annoyance, she barely makes it an inch forward in posture before the dress she's pulled into stops her. probably for the best, she already has to look up at maddy. mom would not let her step out to a wambs-hirsch-roy potpourri without looking her best   --   frizz and fashion-sense tamed.

among family events, where worlds unfortunately collide, audrey has few options if she wants to do anything more than look miserable in a corner. stick by her mom's side and listen to her bitch about everyone in attendance, try father-daughter bonding with tom, or find someone else to bitch with. maddy had seemed like a good option. audrey's mild resentments for her were best kept tucked into her fists, both curled around a stolen flute of champagne. it's not personal   . . .   it's not maddy's fault that she's tom's gem of a girl and audrey's the shell of her mother.

   ❝ whatever. be totally fucking boring. i thought it was funny. ❞   the funny in question was some hyperbolic gossip about the past: tom, greg and a bunch of documents, featuring all the exciting roy-side-characters.   ❝ uncle rome told me. ❞   she huffs, glances around.   ❝ d'you wanna dash? i don't think literally anyone would give a fuck. ❞   

[mecwmellc]

🌻

something i really want out of cobra kai s6 is for miguel to confront terry one on one. this dude traumatized both of his senseis and has been following kreese the whole time, who he already knows is a bad person. he's gotten angry at kreese, why not terry? i'll write it, netflix, please

[vikteres]

@amreality ˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚

ㅤㅤshe feels a bit as though she's standing on uneven ground, unused to and unsure how to interact with one so seemingly sweet and innocent. it's only thanks to years of being what others expect her to be that she's able to plant a bright expression on her face, expression warm. ❛❛ got a knack for writing, do you? what's your favorite thing to write about? ❜❜