#so don't be alarmed if you see this on twitter too

[thschei]

This video has a lot of flashing lights and bright neon colors, but it gets particularly intense at 2:13 - 2:38, please be careful 🙏🏻

Tonight, we're summoned for a divine cause Remembrance, no But for their future loss This chapel of ritual Smells of dead human sacrifices From the altar... Beduins and nomads Carried through the times Through pestilences and famines These ancient scrolls of rhymes "Our fallen angel, vexed, Was banished from the sky Recite now from the text Pray for all to die" This chapel of ritual Smells of dead human sacrifices From the altar bed... On this night of ritual Invoking our master To procreate the unholy bastard "Our father, who art in hell Unhallowed be thy name Cursed be the sons and daughters Of thine Nemesis whom are to blame Thy kingdom Come nemA!" Tonight we summoned for His unholy fiend Now celebrate the end This chapel of ritual Smells of dead human sacrifices From the altar bed On this night of ritual Invoking our master To procreate the unholy bastard!

[keefechambers]

I wanna be blunt about this ongoing James somerton suicide threat issue but I don't want to connect it to my IRL Twitter to comment on the dogshit takes I'm seeing there or the good and well meaning but maybe too kind takes I'm seeing here.

Obviously, I hope that this is a false alarm cry for help fake threat. Yes, it would reinforce that Somerton is a self-centered egomaniac who can't handle consequences but that's preferable to dead.

But I work in local news and let me tell you something. I've covered half a dozen family annihilating murder suicides and heard hundreds of men making suicide threats over police scanners and a huge swath of these don't happen because they're depressed or because people are mean to them on the Internet. They're punishment. A person with an enormous amount of entitlement towards people around them gets backed into a corner and they punish the people closest to them by killing themselves or threatening to kill themselves.

No one wants to talk about this feature of suicide because...you want to help people who are struggling and guide them away from this path and being blunt about the fact that sometimes people die of suicide as a consequence of their own shittiness towards the world does not really help actively suicidal people. But suicide rates are higher in men not just because they have higher rates of untreated mental illness (a societal issue we must address for the sake of all) but because some people, often men, use suicide (but more often the threat of suicide) as a tool of abuse and control.

I'm not saying somerton is like, an icky abuser bad guy, he's just a run of the mill grifter scumbag, but his actions in the past show a clear pattern of escalating behavior that aligns with this.

Somerton gets called out -> somerton alleges physical threats of violence against himself and his fans rally around him supportively -> Harry calls somerton out in a bigger way -> Somerton says he's hospitalized but there are inconsistencies with the story but no one wants to talk about that because you wanna be nice-ish about a guy who just tried to kill himself and now he's trying to be framed as tragic but it doesn't really stick -> somerton apologizes again but his apology is rightly called out for lies and manipulative framing as well as his continuing attempts to profit off the community he betrayed -> James posts a suicide note publicly putting the onus of his own suicide on the loss of his friend Nick who he repeatedly threw under the bus and now everyone is rallying to say nice-ish shit and wring their hands in concern over poor james -> indefinitely repeat this vicious cycle forever until he actually does die or finally gives up and gets real, intensive therapy and a day job.

Thats not to say anyone's concern is misplaced, it's 100% better for him to be a living scumbag than a dead one. He deserves the chance to grow and learn and have a life outside of youtube.

But you don't have to portray this as the action of a sad depressed man who got bullied off the Internet. It's manipulation, whether he intended to go through with it or not and whether someone intervened or not. Not denying that internet bullying is a thing, I'm sure there were some people who were shitty directly to James but he made the choice to not unplug from this and to try and keep being a public figure rather than taking care of himself. He could have deleted Twitter, blocked anyone who was an asshole, gone to therapy and tried to move on with his life but if he'd deleted his channel he'd have lost monetization... Can't have that, right? So he posts some apology videos so his channel stays active and then complains about how ruinous this is while never trying to take real accountability.

But the reality is that people would have forgotten about him so quickly and maybe his job prospects would've been impacted but...that's on him, and that's for him to figure out but it's not actually life ruining. He chose to continue to engage knowing he'd get backlash and hate and he'd feel worse and worse and things would never get better without the time and space for people to forget.

He made the choice to make a public spectacle of his own alleged suicide. That is the action of someone who wants to put the weight of their suicide on someone else's shoulders and is morally wrong. He can be held to account for that, alive or dead.

[puppy-steve]

don't look at the timezones too closely, the idea of eddie on tour and leaving steve voicemails to wake up to in the morning was too cute to pass up ao3 link

"steeeeeve harrington."

eddie's sleepy voice rumbles away in steve's ear. there's no one else around so steve doesn't bother to hide his grin as he snuggles further under the blankets.

eddie chuckles, breathy and giddy, like he's telling a private joke. "good morning, sweetheart. well, morning for you. sun won't be up here for another–" there's a pause, then a shuffle, and steve can picture eddie rolling over in his hotel bed to look at the alarm clock even though he could just look at his phone, "–five hours, christ alive."

steve's grin turns gooey when eddie lets out a loud yawn into the receiver. he hears the sheets shifting and he has to reel his mind back in from the gutter.

"the boys say i'm stupid for leaving you all these voicemails," eddie tells him once he's comfortable. steve pictures them both laying the same way, facing each other. "they call me whipped every time i pick up my phone, but guess what, stevie?"

he pauses, like he's waiting for an answer.

steve can't help but to whisper back, "what, eds?" into the quiet of their bedroom.

"i miss you so much, sweetheart."

steve feels his heart jump to his throat so suddenly that he almost chokes on it. butterflies erupt in his belly and he can feel himself blushing. his lips wobble with the attempt to not make some embarrassing expression, even though he's the only one in the room.

it's been over a month since they've seen each other in person. photos of their teary eyed send off were still making the rounds on twitter and instagram—steve tucked into eddie's side at the check-in counter with their hands in each other's back pockets, them waiting in line at one of the airport restaurants because the flight was delayed so they had another two hour wait time. the fan video of them making out in a hidden alcove away from the band.

there's been facetime calls, but it doesn't replace the longing need to have eddie physically with him. to kiss him. to hold him. to bury his face in his neck and never let go.

"i don't think i tell you that enough, when i leave," eddie continues, his voice still soft and gravelly from lack of sleep and singing for three hours straight. "but i do. i'm so used to you being the first thing i see when i wake up that i get sad when i open my eyes and you're not beside me."

steve grips the blankets and lets out a pathetic whine, his chest tight.

"i miss holding your hand, i miss being able to kiss you, i miss hearing your laugh and seeing your smile." eddie sighs, deep and sorrowful, and it breaks steve's heart.

he wants to take his love's face in his hands and kiss him until he no longer sounds so sad.

"just fourteen hundred more hours and i'll have you back in my arms. call me after you listen to this, okay? i love you so much."

the voicemail ends and steve sits up, his bedhead wild and unruly. he taps out a message to chrissy asking for the next available flight they could put him on and sighs in relief when she says they can fly him out tomorrow night at the earliest.

mentally going over everything he needs to pack, steve falls back down onto the bed while his phone rings out on speaker.

"hey, babydoll."

at the sound of his boyfriend's voice in real time, a calmness washes over steve as he sinks back into the pillows.

"hi, baby. i got your message."

[the-rad1o-demon]

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AS OF FEBRUARY 21ST, 2024, WE GOT FIVE DAYS UNTIL THE DAY OF DECISION OF THE KOSA BILL, WHICH WILL CAUSE MASS CENSORSHIP ROUND THE INTERNET IF PASSED. OR DOOMSDAY. WE NEED EVERYONE TO KNOW ABOUT THIS AND CONTRIBUTE. I'M NOT GIVING UP ON YOU ALL.

WE'RE DOWN TO THE WIRE BUT WE CAN'T GIVE UP YET. IF WE GIVE UP, EVERYTHING IS OVER. IF WE DON'T, AT LEAST WE HAVE A CHANCE.

I'M THE ONE WHO SOUNDED THE ALARM, AND I'M NOT GOING TO CURL UP AND DIE YET.

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Hey, everyone. So yeah, this is happening. We're still fighting this battle. And we can't give up now. We can't. We can't stand idly by while one of the most important resources that helped us all wake up, or at least start to question things, is being threatened by the government.

We can't stand idly by when kids, teens, and adults just like us still trapped inside might lose access to the resource that could help them wake up. We can't stand idly by when they might lose access to their non JW friends and family. We CAN'T stand idly by when we can do something to stop this bill from passing.

I am sick and tired of this same old song, where conservative fuckers higher up think they can oppress everyone. I am FUCKING SICK of it.

Please, reblog both this post and the original post linked above what I've written, and do what you can to stop KOSA, please. We are running out of time.

I suggest that if it is within your power to do so, that you do more than simply reblog and assume someone else will do something. DON'T assume that. Please do more than just reblogging if you are able to, because that's not really enough at this point.

Call/email representatives in the House and tell them to oppose KOSA (you may want to list different reasons depending on who you're calling, some House representatives are anti-LGBTQ+, so it may be best to tell them to oppose because it violates people's privacy, safety, and anonymity online). Print posters and put them up where legal if you can.

Sharing all this information to other social media sites (Instagram, Reddit, TikTok, the bird app) to reach more people can really help too. The wider the reach, the better.

Thank you. Now let's fucking rip that bill apart like we rip apart Watchtower magazines and eat it for fucking breakfast. (In a "we're eating it and the politicians who are sponsoring it are looking on in horror" kind of way)

[respectthepetty]

How does it feel to stay winning Petty? Also who would've guessed that baby Barcode would be the one of the BOC boys to collect kisses from all the homies!?

Anon, I appreciate you sending this because, right now, I feel like an elite status female rapper. Like CL from 2NE1 rapped in their 2011 hit, "I am the best", Be On Cloud owns me, and y'all can't tell me shit about this show.

I know I have some Wild Ass Theories and I'm always clownin' in these BL streets, but I love when my theories actually hit their target like . . .

When I knew Teacher Chadok was in a relationship with Teacher Dika since the first episode of The Eclipse.

When I knew Kanghan's house was going to be robbed and his dad would be shot since the third episode of Dangerous Romance, even though I thought Saifah would do it.

When I knew Pat was working with Joke to win over Zo since the first episode of Hidden Agenda.

I love making Wild Ass Theories no matter how crazy they are, like my belief that the twins' dad is involved in this whole murder and sex work plot in Playboyy. No matter what happened in this past episode, I still believe it and am eagerly awaiting the upcoming chaos to see how hard I clowned.

Which is why I LOVE Dead Friend Forever.

I want the record to state that no matter what happens after episode seven, that at this exact moment in time, I love this show. It makes me happy to be alive at the same time this is airing, and I'm not joking. I want to remember that at one point, this show was everything to me, and even if it goes down hill, it had all my attention in the first seven episodes. I want to appreciate it right now because regardless of what happens, it did everything right in the first half.

With the way some shows keep losing their footing in the end, sometimes we forget how good they were in the beginning, and the emo in me doesn't want to forget this feeling. Some of my favorite movies are Scream, Heathers, and Jawbreaker so this show has been giving me the explicitly queer version of kill your frenemies since the very first episode, and I love it.

My internal alarm went off the second Tee got upset that Phi was speaking to White in episode one, then the dark hand touched him making him enemy #1. I didn't like the way he told White he needed to obey him, and I feel like the dark hand wasn't too pleased with it either. It was a vibe.

And now Non has a hurt hand in the past from falling off the bike . . .

Then, Jin was the main character of the previous film, so he was either the killer or the biggest baddie.

But Phi was just so sus, that I clocked him as a killer.

Which meant Phi and Jin were the killers, but Tan has no backstory and people with no history are intentionally hiding it, so they can kill everyone and peace out.

So in my mind, Tan and Phi were regulated to the killers, Tee was the second to last to die, which I'm hoping it's by his boyfriend White who he thinks disobeys him, and the rest of the squad would die as needed. Which left Jin to be the baddie.

All of my theories could blow up at any second because we don't know if Jin actually sent that video or if his computer fizzled out before it finished uploading, so he could still be a killer avenging Non instead of a baddie who wronged Non (but he took the video and that is messed up regardless of what he planned to do with it).

But either way, I'm hoping it comes down to Phi and Jin in that forest because the show started with them.

And I don't think Jin realizes who Phi is to Non since Jin never got a good look at Phi's face in the past.

The Twitter folks spotted that Phi's dad was the police chief from the letters the boys got calling them in for interrogation in episode six.

And now the knife from episode two is showing up in the past in Non's backpack.

Up until this point, I feel the show has laid out a solid story with a good cast, and I think Be On Cloud relied on their KinnPorsche casting to throw people off in this show because who expected Us to be doomed in the first episode? That was like Drew Barrymore dying at the beginning of Scream.

People have felt off about JJ's character, but the show wouldn't really have JJ do anything bad to sweet Barcode, right?

And Barcode and Ta being paired together was a pipe dream for the Macau x Porchay shippers, so it could never happen here!

Especially because Ta and Copper won The Hidden Character, which meant they were going to be the main pair of this show, right?

WRONG!

Barcode is gonna be involved in some fucked up shit, and according to those MDL comments, people are realizing they messed up making any assumptions before this show started based on what the actors previously did.

I truly feel like BOC looked at its lineup and said "Baby Barcode was babygirled so hard for the past two years that the audience won't even think his character is capable of such things"

and I love that for us.

BOC gave these youngsters (19-23 in age) a script from Dr. Sammon and the Pit Babe writers and said "go HAM, bitches"

And the audience stays winning.

This isn't about my Wild Ass Theories coming true. This is an appreciation post for what this show has given to me up until this point - a good mystery.

Every week I have more questions and none of them feel like they will go unanswered. Is Non dead? Did Jin actually upload the video? Is Tan a killer? Why did Phi hook up with Jin? Will White finally snap, crackle, and pop like a bag of Rice Krispies treats for the mere fact that he simply wanted a nice weekend getaway with his boyfriend and now has to deal with all this bullshit?

But most importantly, when did Phi realize he was going to kill all of them after making them run around scared for their lives?

Because by time the show makes it back to the present day, I'm sure we're all going to want to watch these kids suffer in the worst ways possible.

Manipulate, Murder, Mayhem

[fushiglow]

satosugu mailman au 💌

a very special delivery for @kymsys's birthday! how many days will it take for satoru to fall in love with his new mailman? let's find out!!

here's part one for my tumblr pals to enjoy! however, i'll be posting this work over quite a few days over on twitter/x, so please head over there if you want to follow along! if you don't have an account, i'll be uploading the entire thing to my ao3 when it's done — so don't fret ♥️ enjoy the fic!!

There were three things Gojō Satoru loved above all else: sweets, scale model kits, and sleep. He was a simple man in that sense — really, he asked for very little except a healthy supply of sugary treats, the occasional plastic mech, and an undisturbed lie-in seven days a week. So, when the shrill ring of his doorbell wrenched Satoru from a beautiful dream at exactly 8am on a Monday morning? Needless to say, he wasn’t pleased. Now, Satoru wasn’t an unreasonable person. He understood that the rest of the world started moving a little earlier than him — which is why Satoru had taken special measures to protect his precious rest without hindering anyone else. He’d chosen a job that allowed him to work from home, forgone the company of a housemate in favour of living alone, and — most importantly for a hobbyist like Satoru who ordered more kits, paints, and crafting tools than any one person needed — installed a secure parcel drop box outside his front door, preventing the need for anyone to pester him. That’s why Satoru didn’t bother getting out of bed after the first ring, assuming that the person who’d decided to disturb him would eventually figure it out for themselves. Perhaps they were a bit slow though — because less than thirty seconds later, the doorbell came screaming through the house again. Swearing into his pillow, Satoru pulled the duvet up to his ears. All he could do was hope they’d leave quickly so he could snatch at least some sleep in the 45 minutes left until his alarm went off. No such luck. Right when Satoru thought it was safe to relax, the doorbell started up again — and this time, it didn’t stop. With a stream of profanities falling from his lips, Satoru hauled himself out of bed, seeing red as he stomped down the stairs and marched across the hallway to the front door. He flung it open with a frustrated snarl, preparing to share some choice words with the impatient piece of shit on the other side — only for his insults to die on his tongue at the sight of the man standing before him. The broadest shoulders he’d ever laid eyes on; thick arms, tanned and toned; a muscular torso tapering down to a tiny waist — and all packaged in a uniform, for god’s sake. When Satoru finally managed to lift his jaw off the floor, he looked up at the man’s face and the damn thing unhinged from his skull all over again. He was all sharp cheekbones and sunkissed skin and the sweetest smile Satoru had ever seen. Perhaps a little too sweet now that he really looked at it. ‘I think your doorbell is broken.’

Sure, the guy was hot — easily the prettiest person Satoru had ever seen — but that didn’t stop his eye from twitching at the blatant passive aggression masked behind that sickly sweet smile. Satoru matched it with one of his own. ‘I assure you, it’s not.’ ‘Oh, I’m so sorry!’ Satoru didn't think he seemed sorry in the slightest — even if his voice did sound like melted chocolate. ‘I’ve got a parcel for Gojō Satoru?’ When hot mailman tilted his head to the right, a lock of glossy black hair fell into his face. Too short to secure in his bun and too short to tuck behind his ear, he simply brushed it away from warm eyes the colour of honey. Satoru wondered if every part of him was as gorgeous. ‘It needs a signature.’ Shocked out of his stupor, Satoru's gaze travelled to the box at the right of the door. ’The regular guy always puts them in there.’ Hot mailman simply beamed at him. ‘Do I look like the regular guy to you?’ No, Satoru thought. There’s nothing regular about you. As though he could read minds, hot mailman winked at him. ‘Then I’ll need a signature, please.’ And god — he was so effortlessly charming that, for the first time in his life, Satoru found himself speechless. For a long moment, he simply stood there, gawping like an idiot. When hot mailman eventually quirked an amused eyebrow in his direction, Satoru had no choice but to take the signature pad being waved at him, managing to make a hash of his name before wordlessly handing it back. Having completely and utterly embarrassed himself, Satoru had started to retreat into the safety of his home when a strong hand closed around the edge of the door. Hot mailman popped his head around the side. ‘You forgot your parcel.’ Satoru watched those amber eyes as they slid down the length of his body — and hot mailman's sickly sweet smile morphed into a devilish grin. ‘Your clothes, too.’ Glancing down at himself, Satoru’s heart stopped in his chest when he realised he’d answered the door in nothing but his boxers — and not fitted Calvin Kleins that emphasised what he was working with either. No, the ratty, stretched out Digimon boxers he’d owned since he was 17. With a mortified squeak, Satoru snatched the parcel from hot mailman’s hands and slammed the door in his face, uncaring of whether his stupid bangs got caught in the doorframe. Tossing the package onto the floor, Satoru brought his palms to his rapidly heating cheeks, taking a moment to stare into the silence of his hallway. Then, he summoned all the air in his lungs and let out the single loudest ‘fuck!’ he’d ever produced. Hot mailman’s beautiful laughter travelled down the entire length of the driveway.

[theboxfort]

List of details I've noticed in TPOT 1

Because I miss Pie, Liy, and Stapy. Gonna start AFTER the Cake at Stake

A lot of the focus will be put on Death PACT Again because. That's my favorite team.

Also ran out of space, so all the Exitor stuff after the credits is in the reblog!

Details in the elevator scene (seen above):

The most obvious one is where Two opens the door and it hits Puffball's face

Pie gets pushed into the elevator by the crowd (she's just sitting there)

Alternatively, she might actually be sliding backwards by herself instead of being pushed by the crowd

Coiny is most likely the first object to get into the elevator, as seen here

Fanny started out quite far away from the elevator but then scampered into the elevator. Also her legs barely moved

Pen was just out of the shot and had to haul ass into the elevator

Lightning waited for everyone (aside from Two) to get into the elevator before getting in there himself

Alternatively, an observation by @sweeswawswussy on twitter (a REALLY good one)!

lightning kinda look like hes contemplating to either float down the building with black hole or getting into the lift the face he made when he looks at black hole tho hhh looks like he felt sorry for him

BH didn't get in, because he didn't want to accidentally suck anyone up (which will 100% happen in such a small space), so he went down on his own

The rest of these are set AFTER the team picking scene (under the cut, because it's LONG)

When Two announced the challenge, everyone's standing in teams :]

The painting in the lobby, next to the elevator

During the elevator gets stuck scene with Just Not, while everybody reacted to the alarm, Pillow didn't. When the elevator falls, she's the only one smiling

Remote added a face to her drawing after she finished explaining <:]

PIE HOPPED DOWN FROM THE STAIRS LOOK AT HER GOOOOOOOOOOOO

Are You Okay's scene, yeah, let's go

This is shown in order! TB does not scream at all. GB seems excited at first, but after she got flung back, she's now. Not screaming in excitement. Eraser has the classic BFDI mouth in the first two flings.

COMPUTER ENHANCE THE PILE

80% sure that this is Cloudy's pile, I think that's a painting/drawing of Cloudy? The shape seems to fit him. There's also Balloony and Woody in the background, and maaaaybe Roboty to the bottom right, I'm not too sure.

BACK TO DEATH PACT!!!

In this scene, Fanny's the only member who doesn't seem to be tired! She's not panting, she's up straight (can't really tell if she's sitting or standing), and she's >:C

Remote gets recharged later, that's why she's also up in the second pic

When Just Not made it to the top, Book has the scrunkly old BFDI arm asset (the arm that's waving)

FANNY, SHE'S SMILING EHEHEHEHEH IT'S NOT A DETAIL, I JUST LIKE HER!!! Also Pie opens up her eyes :]

Sorry for the Death PACT Again stuff, I really like them. Here's a shot of them getting thrown by Remote

Remote grabs Trees and tells him to get Black Hole

TINY DEATH PACTERS...

Okay, so I counted all the hits Two got in this scene, and here's a list of what happened:

2 punches from Snowball

1 kick from Eggy

Another smack (1) from Snowball

1 jump/stomp from Marker

2 face slams from Robot Flower

1 slam from Bell

2 zaps from Lightning

1 BODY SLAM from Basketball

1 tray slap from Pillow

1 vomit to the face from Rocky (with Tree holding him)

1 jump kick from Foldy

1 knee strike from Basketball (GO BASKETBALL GO)

At least 10 stomps from Grassy (since we don't know if he kept stomping after the cut)

So in total, Two received 25 hits from these guys. The team that did the most damage is...

The Strongest Team on Earth with 20 hits! 10 from Grassy (the MVP), 3 from Snowball, 2 from Robot Flower, 2 from Basketball, 1 from Bell, 1 from Eggy, and 1 from Foldy!

A tangent here, from this screenshot, we can see that there's 6 floors in the hotel! Each floor is color coded too, red = lobby, orange = 2nd floor, yellow = 3rd floor, green = 4th floor, teal/cyan/blue = 5th floor, and the roof. Is a roof.

Fun fact, Basketball's lab from TPOT 2 is on the 4th floor!

Exitor stuff in the reblogs!!

[tia-222]

hey tia, i am currently on my void journey. the rem sleep method that you posted is really good, i will use it! my only issue is that u keep procrastinating.. i've been lazy for the past few months but i'm starting to realize that my life is not a game, and u should really start working on it. the rem sleep method really resonates with me so i'm gonna do that. it's going to give me sleep paralysis right? i heard manifestations are instant because the subconscious is very open to suggestion here :

http://aminoapps.com/p/ptv2bv

and here :

https://prettymindset111.tumblr.com/post/668710655610830848/sleep-paralysis-instant-manifestations

that would mean that i don't even need to enter the void i think.

anyway i'm excited because i will finally live my dream life along with my family ! i REALLY NEED to enter before school starts in september and preferably before my birthday on the 31st of july but it's okay if i don't. i've been trying for way too long now, succeeding is a must.

can you give me advice so i have higher chances of succeeding?

also can i be 🐚 anon? give me another one if this is taken ❤️

Hii bae ♡, omg happy belated birthday.

I'm glad you like the REM Method. Ughh , procrastination is something else, right :^). Yess , you are right and I'm happy that you taking it seriously now and you understand that you can control your life.

Yes Hun, you can definitely you the " Rem Method " as a sleep paralysis method as well. Reminds me of how @Td on twitter have used sleep paralysis to manifest they desires and enter the void state. Manifestation in sleep paralysis is instant because our subconscious mind is open and suggestible, so you will receive your Manifestations instantly or can use it to enter the void state instantly too.

REM sleep to enter sleep paralysis:

1. Basically you gonna wake up in REM sleep. You can set your Alarm to 90 minutes, 2. 4 hours , 6 Hours ahead. Whatever timeframe you prefer.

2. When you wake up , just still. While staying still, Focus on relaxing the body and each part.

3. in about 10 minutes or sooner, your body will begin to itch or want to move over ( roll over signal) that's your mind checking on your body to see if it's asleep. By ignoring these symptoms , you'll be in fully sleep paralysis within 5 minutes.

4. When you are in sleep paralysis, start affirming " I am entering the void right now " , " I am the void ", etc. And you'll enter Instantly. And you'll get your Manifestions♡

Aww ofc you can be 🐚Anon , Welcome to the Anon family , Hun <3. Can't wait to hear more about your journey, mwahs.

[vanwritesfan-fiction]

Addiction

Part Six: Only A Pawn In Your Game

Series Masterlist

Warnings: violence, mentions of injury (blood), language, mentions of pregnancy, verbal arguments, drinking and drunkenness

A/N: Thanks for sticking around with me this long!

Jack blinked his eyes open as feel felt the warmth from the sun peering through the window on his face. He took a deep breath, one after another, his hand on his chest as he felt it rise and fall each time.

A shift in the soft sheets let him know he was in bed, and for the first time in forever he felt a sense of clarity, his limbs weightless, like he was disconnected from his body, and it was the best he had felt in a long time. He welcomed the feeling of your warm hand against his bare stomach as your fingers inched across his skin, a soft smile forming on his face as he turned to look at you. "Good Morning, handsome."

"Are you real?" Jack studied your face, committing each inch of you to memory, not knowing when he'd see you again. You giggled at his question, moving closer to him, your hand resting on his chest. "I'm whatever you need me to be, baby."

Jack cupped the side of your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb. You felt real to him; he could feel your body heat radiating against his hands, your face a healthy flush, your scent flooding his nostrils. "I'm sorry", his voice cracked as he spoke, "I never meant to hurt you. You don't know what Claire is capable. Hell, I didn't know what she was capable of. I'm drowning, and I don't know what to do anymore."

He was frantic, his heart threatening to beat out of chest, and there you were, calm as ever, a beacon of peace for him. Your lips barely touched as you kissed him, and when you tried to pull away, he wouldn't let you, holding you as close as possible, Jack moving to rest his forehead against yours.

"Jack", your voice was so sweet in his ears. "I don't know how to fix this. Tell me how to fix this." The desperation in his voice was purposeful; he needed you to know how sorry he was.

"You told me that you didn't want to do this alone, baby, and you don't have to." You let out a soft hum to soothe him, but it provided him with no relief. "No, I'm not dragging you into this mess again. I love you too much for that." Declaring your love for someone was supposed to be the greatest feeling in the world, and yet, for Jack, it felt like a last ditch attempt at trying to hold everything together.

"Tell me that. That's all I've ever wanted, for you to love me back."

The sound of Jack's alarm rung in his ears, startling him awake. He looked to the left of him, and for a split second, he was actually hopeful that you'd be there, and he might have escaped this living nightmare, but there was no sun streaming through the blinds, no deep breaths could be taken when he felt like his chest was caving in from anxiety. The only thing waiting for him when he woke up were the consequences of his own actions, and they hung like skeletons in a closet.

****

"Are you ready for this?" Claire watched Jack from the makeup chair as he straightened his tie, adjusting his cufflinks nervously. "If by ready, you mean lie to millions of people on national television, then yes, I am ready." He hoped his darting glance at her conveyed all of the hatred he was harboring for his fake girlfriend.

Fake fiancé, officially, as of last week.

Claire's team had arranged an appearance for the "happy couple" on Good Morning America after the announcement of their engagement hit the news cycle. "Everyone is eating this up." Claire let out a curt laugh as she fixed her lipstick in the mirror. "#Jaire was even trending on twitter yesterday."

Jack was tightlipped, rolling his shoulders back as he tried to shake off the fact that he had been reduced to a social media hashtag in the eyes of the public. Claire scoffed, easily reading Jack's dismay. "Will you please relax? Aren't you having fun? I'm having a blast." She adjusted her top before standing and walking over to where Jack stood. Any attempt to make physical contact with him was instantly rejected as he walked away. "We really need to sell it, Jackman. Touch me like you would someone you love. Touch me like you would touch her."

Rage flashed over Jack's face, his eyes darkening, as he roughly grabbed at Claire's wrist, pushing her up against the wall. "Don't you fuckin' ever talk about her again", he threatened, his voice a low growl. A grin slipped on Claire's face, her eyes lighting up. "There's that passion." She nipped in his direction, making Jack jerk back and drop her arm. "If I knew that's all it would have taken, I would have threatened to blackmail your mistress months ago. We're on in five." She sauntered out of the room knowing she'd won that round.

"Fuck!" Jack's fist connected with the wall so quickly, he hardly had time to react, drywall crumbling around his hand. He sucked in his teeth at the pain as he tried to flex his fingers, his knuckles busted open from the contact. The adrenaline quickly wore off and he immediately regretted his actions, knowing there was no way to hide this from anyone. He bit at his bottom lip to stifle his cries as he took the hand towel from the bathroom and ice from the craft table and tightly wrapped it around his hand. He had just concealed his injury when a PA peeked their head in the door.

"Mr. Harlow, they're ready for you."

****

After you returned from Louisville, you couldn't find it in you to return to the apartment Jack had bought you. There were too many memories, all of them too painful to constantly relive in your mind, so you were staying at Sierra's apartment. You had kept her completely in the dark about your relationship with Jack, but you were sure she had put two and two together over the last couple of months that you were seeing someone, she just didn't know who.

Much to your surprise, she didn't pry into your personal life. She didn't need to. Eventually you would tell her everything, it was only a matter of time. Your friendship spanned decades and she knew everything about you, every embarrassing and dirty detail. You needed time; you just weren't sure how much.

Each passing day you just felt yourself getting worse instead of better. You didn't even recognize yourself, a shell of your former self, your features sunken and lifeless, left devastated by the way things ended with Jack. You were so sure at the time that he loved you as much as you did him, but for him to not only reject you but to say that you were delusional, was a metaphorical stab to the heart that left physical wounds.

Now, you weren't sure of anything anymore.

You gripped the sides of the sink as you studied your face in the bathroom mirror. You turned the cold water knob, listening to the water run. Not in all of your relationships had you spent so much time wallowing in self-pity. You splashed water on your face, gasping as you felt the ice cold water hit your skin. It was like Jack had this hold on you, and you longed for him, like some lovesick puppy to an neglectful owner. You thought if you tried harder, submitted to his every demand, you could love each other enough for the both of you.

He was right though, you were delusional. Your phone now lived in your hand, waiting for a call from Jack that would never come. He wasn't going to come crawling back to you. You were disposable, constantly reminded of how little you meant to the bigger picture, a toy that Jack tossed to the side when he got bored and wanted a newer and shinier one.

"Y/N, you have to see this!" Your head shot up to the sound of Sierra's voice from the living room. You rushed to the couch, Sierra planted in front of the TV as she sipped on her morning coffee. Your stomach turned when you saw Jack on the screen, sitting uncomfortably close to Claire as they were interviewed in front of the camera. "Isn't that the guy from that party? Josh Harbor or something?" You ignored Sierra as you snatched the remote from her hand, turning up the volume.

"Jack and Claire, congratulations on your engagement. I know that I, as well as everyone else was waiting with bated breath for Jack to pop the question." Jack smiled at the interviewer, moving his hand to his lap gingerly, pain radiating through his fingers. "Jack, tell us all about it. How did you plan it? How did you pick out the ring?"

Jack tried his best to swallow with a dry throat. "Well...", he croaked out, scratching at his jawline. Claire intercepted, grabbing Jack's injured hand when she realized he was dropping the ball. "You know Jane, that's one of the reasons I fell in love with Jack, he's not a man of many words." She paused as the studio audience laughed on command, Jack wincing as she gripped his hand harder. "We want to keep that private moment to ourselves, but I can assure you it was very romantic and unexpected."

"Wow, I thought for sure the two of you were going to have a thing after that night." Your head snapped toward Sierra whose eyes were still focused on the TV. "The two of you had some amazing chemistry." She looked at you when she noticed your shifty eyes. "Something wrong?" You wrung your hands nervously as you thought about telling her everything. You knew why you were hesitant; what kind of self-respecting person becomes a mistress, a home wrecker in a relationship? You wouldn't be able to blame her for judging you. "No." You cracked a weak smile. "Everything's fine."

Jack shifted uncomfortably in his chair, trying to pull his hand away from Claire, but she had him caught in her lap. He could feel the sweat running down the back of his neck as he pulled at his tie that was constricting his airway.

"Is there a date for the wedding?" Jane glanced down at her cards before looking back at the couple. "Well, we really weren't going to say anything, but", Claire smiled at Jack, but in an eerie way that made him uncomfortable. "we're hoping to get married very soon, because I'm actually pregnant!" Claire moved to address the crowd. "We just found out and we're very excited."

You felt like you were going to be sick. The walls started to close in on you as you struggled to breathe, your vision tunneling as if you were going to pass out. "Hey, are you okay?" Sierra grabbed at your forearm when she noticed you faltering. "What's going on? Does it have something to do with the interview?"

It was now or never. You had to tell Sierra what was going on, keeping it inside was slowly killing you. You'd deal with the repercussions later.

"S, I have to tell you something, and you have to promise not to tell anyone what I'm about to tell you."

****

“You are sick and twisted!” Jack was pacing the green room, his anger bubbling over as he yelled at Claire, who was settled in a chair in the corner, barely listening as she admired her perfect manicure. “You have crossed a line, Claire! There is no going back from this.” He stopped in his tracks at the sound of Claire’s irritating laugh. “So, this was the final straw for you? Not the lying to everyone for months? A pregnancy is where you draw the line?” Claire stood, using her hands to straighten out the wrinkles in her skirt. “Color me surprised.”

“There is no way that you could be pregnant. What are you gonna do nine months from now? People will expect for there to be an actual baby.” Jack pulled at the curls at the top of his head in frustration. How the fuck did he end up here? “We have to stop this, this has gotten out of control.”

“Stop what? Stop your music career? Because that’s what’s going to happen if we stop this relationship. My father is going to end you, just because I asked him to. Besides, these pregnancy things have a way of taking care of themselves.” Jack knew what she meant, and he hated himself for it. He sunk into the opposing chair, his head hanging in his hands, the pain from his punch a distant memory.

“Fine”, Jack uttered in a defeated tone. Claire’s breath hitched in her chest. “What are you talking about?” She turned on her heels to face Jack, who was still staring at the ground. He raked his hands over his face before looking up at her. “Fine. My music career is over. If your father wants to release me from Atlantic Records, let him do it. I’m done.” Jack had been clinging onto the last thing he had left, but if this was what he had to do to retain his music career, it wasn’t worth it.

Claire tried to conceal the panic in her voice. “That’s not how this works. We don’t stop until I get what I want.”

Jack yanked at the tie around his neck, loosening it enough so he could breathe freely. “I’m sure you can come up with some headline that will slander me and make you out to be some kind of hero.” He shrugged his suit jacket off and tossed it to the side, moving to roll up the sleeves of his dress shirt. For once, he was holding a tiny bit of power in this relationship. He was losing everything if he decided to walk away, but for the first time, he felt like his head was above water. He felt weak at the knees with every step as he began to leave, feeling Claire’s gaze at his back. Finally, he had gotten her to shut the fuck up.

Well, almost.

Never underestimate the devil.

Jack felt the cold metal of the door handle in his hand when Claire stopped him. “Jack, if you back out of this deal, you won’t be the only one who gets hurt.” He was so close to freedom, he could taste it.

“If you leave, I’ll release your sex tape with Y/N to the public.”

****

One Week Later

You tripped over your heels as you stumbled out of the bar, careful not to fall on the sidewalk. The bars on 3rd avenue were packed on a Friday night with college kids who didn't know their drinking limits and Wall Street pricks who were looking for a hookup so they didn't have to make the commute back to New Jersey tonight.

You hadn't intended on even going out tonight, you weren't much of a drinker, but after you told Sierra everything, your relationship was strained to say the least, and you were doing your best to avoid her.

She wasn't upset that you had been secretly hooking up with Jack, if anything she was excited that you finally had some excitement in your love life, but the fact that you had gotten tangled up with one of the most power families in the city, one that had a history of burying their mistakes deep in the ground, scared the shit out of her. It also scared her that it didn't seem to worry you half as much.

That, coupled with the fact that you couldn't turn a corner without seeing some news story or social media post about Claire and Jack's engagement, drinking was your only escape.

It was after midnight, and you thought that you'd eventually come to your senses and decide to go home when vodka started to taste like water, but the invitation was burning a hole in your back pocket. You pulled out the piece of heavy card stock, the words embossed into the paper.

Jack Harlow and Claire Beckham-Barbour invite you to celebrate their upcoming nuptials at The Ritz Carlton

8pm

50 Central Park South

You still had a few connections at Atlantic Records that were able to get you an invitation to Jack and Claire's engagement party. Sober, you never intended to do attend, but you had liquid courage running through your veins a couple hours later, and you were feeling very brave.

Jack owed you a better explanation than the one that he gave you in Louisville. There was obviously a lot that he hadn't told you, and you weren't sure you could move on until you knew the whole truth.

****

The Ritz Carlton was one of the most famous hotels in New York, only the most wealthy could afford a room, and somehow Claire had managed to make it look cheap. The silver and white color scheme looked like it had been decorated by a High School prom committee rather than expensive event planners.

Velvet ropes cornered off most the hotel for the private event, security detail stationed at every door. You did your best to hide your inebriation as you entered the venue, straightening out your leather mini skirt. You were severely underdressed, but too drunk to care as you flashed your invitation and headed straight to the bar for another drink. You didn't want to take any chances of coming to your senses before you saw Jack.

Much like the night you and Jack met, you couldn't go a few seconds without spotting a celebrity at this event. You scanned the room for the only person you cared about seeing tonight, finally spotting Jack at the opposite end of the ballroom, sipping on a drink with a couple of people you didn't recognize. You downed your vodka soda, the liquor completely surpassing your tastebuds, the class colliding with the marble bar top, as you threw your glass down hard. You blinked rapidly, holding onto the bar as the room began to spin.

Thankfully, Claire was nowhere in sight, and all you needed was a few minutes with Jack and you would be out of his life forever.

Jack almost choked on his drink when he saw you begin to cross the room towards him. He hadn't seen you in weeks, and you looked different than he remembered, like the life had been drained from you. He gripped the glass in his hand as he watched you waiver through the crowd, stopping to steady yourself every couple of seconds. You were drunk, and hurting, and he knew he was the reason why.

"Excuse me." Jack cut through the crowd, making a b-line for you. You recognized his face just as he grabbed your arm, quickly ushering you out the back door of the hotel. He checked the alley way to make sure there weren't any paparazzi or hotel employees lingering around before letting you go. "What the hell are you doing here? Why are you drunk?"

Jack was shooting off questions faster than your brain could comprehend. "You don't get to ask me questions anymore." You slurred your words, punctuating your statement with a hiccup. "We're not together anymore, remember? You made sure of that." You tried to swipe at him haphazardly in anger, but Jack easily caught your hand, swiftly pulling you into his body. He smelled so fucking good, his eyes deep pools of blue that you felt yourself quickly getting lost in. You were desperate to kiss him, to remind yourself just how good it felt to belong to him once again.

"Are you okay?" His voice quickly jogged you out of your haze. You shoved off of him at the chest, stumbling back.

"Am I okay? Let's see. The guy I am madly in love with, so in love with that I was willing to be his dirty little secret, is getting married to someone else. " And!", you swung your arms in the air, "and his bride to be is pregnant!" Jack reached out for you, but you jerked away. You caught the flash of hurt across his face, but you doubted he was feeling a terrible as you did now.

"I did the math, ya know." You wiped a stray tear from your cheek, Jack's heart breaking as he looked at you. "She would have gotten pregnant while we were still together. Right before you took me to Louisville." You let out a humorless laugh. "Is that why you took me there? To tell me that she was pregnant, or were you too much of a coward?" You were choking on your tears, feeling the bile start to climb up your throat.

"Y/N, please." This was Jack's worse nightmare come to life. He was trying so hard to keep you out of this, but it was too late. You were in just as deep as he was. The two of you were drowning together, the weights tied to your feet dragging you down. "I wish you believed me when I say, I'm trying to protect you. You don't know what's going on here."

You took a deep breath as your tears dried up. "Jack, I don't want to be protected, I want you."

"No you don't! Look at what I've done to you! All I've done is hurt you. You don't wanna be with someone like me. I've done so many terrible things, and they have me trapped, I won't let them do the same thing to you." Jack was done pretending that he was a victim in all of this. He was just as much to blame for what happened to him as Claire was. He had a chance to say no in that elevator that day, but his pride wouldn't let him, and now, he had nothing to show for any of it.

"Wait", you rested a hand on open air as your vision started to tunnel. "What do you mean by they?" You stumbled forward, and you knew you had seconds before you were going to pass out. Jack caught you just before you hit the ground, cradling the back of your head. Your eyes fluttered open a couple of times before you were in complete darkness. "Y/N, baby, wake up. Y/N." Jack lightly tapped on your cheek to try to wake you up.

****

You blinked you eyes open as you felt the warmth from the sun peering through the window on your face. "Where am I?", you groaned out, feeling an immediate pounding at your temples as you tried to ground yourself. Your stomach stirred, the alcohol from last night had caught up and beat the shit out of you.

"You're okay. You're at my place." Jack's voice was soft as he entered the room with a glass of water and a bottle of ibuprofen. He placed them on the nightstand before sitting on the edge of the bed next to you.

"Am I dreaming?", you croaked out. Jack was still dressed in most of his suit from last night, sans jacket. You noticed the yellowish bruising on his hand, scars banded across his knuckles.

"God, I hope not." Jack chuckled, cupping your cheek. "How do you feel?"

"I didn't forget." As much as you didn't want to, you had to let him know that nothing had changed between the two of you. Jack dropped his hand from your face into his lap, his face dropping. "I know." He pushed the palm of his hand into his eye, shaking his head. "I know."

You sat up slowly, still feeling a bit dizzy. "I think I should go."

You tried to stand but sat back down out of necessity. "You're in no condition to leave. You're welcome to stay here as long as you want. Its the once place I know you're safe." Jack gave you a small smile as he stood and began to leave. "If you want to take a shower, all of your stuff is still in the same place you left it." Jack left the door cracked as he left you alone.

He felt his phone buzz in his pocket, multiple notifications in a row. Jack pulled his phone out of his back pocket, and scrolled through his messages, all from Claire.

Claire: Where the hell did you go last night?

Claire: You embarrassed me in front of everyone!

Claire: If this all blows up your face, it will be your fault.

Claire: I can destroy your little girlfriend as well.

You headed to the kitchen after your shower, realizing that you hadn't eaten in 24 hours. Your wet hair dripped on the ground as you walked through Jack's apartment. As you rounded the corner, you spotted Jack sitting in front of his vintage chess set, the seat across from him empty, a laptop in his hands. You felt butterflies in your stomach when he smiled at you.

"We need to talk." Jack held a hand up, knowing that you'd try to object. "Please. I've been lying to you more than you know, and I think its time you knew the truth. I owe you at least that." You hesitated before walking over and taking a seat.

"Let me start from the beginning..."

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I love you too? |Kenny|

summary: you and Kenny get into a heated argument after which you try and take the first step to make peace

warnings: angst, language

wordcount: 1.35k

"What the fuck is this?!" You heard Kenny call out from the living room.

"What!?" You shouted back, not thinking much of it, continuing to cut the watermelon for the fruit salad you were making. A series of footsteps quickly revealed Kenny who was glued to his phone with furrowed eyebrows.

"What?" You take a piece of watermelon and put it in your mouth "What is it?" You chew.

Kenny walks up to you shoving his phone up close to your face. You squint trying to see the image in front of you. It was you from yesterdays shoot, kissing Filly on the cheek as he smiled into the camera. Your eyes widened as you looked up at Kenny "And?"

"You- Look- Ah fuck," he goes back to his phone for a second before showing it again "Look at the caption."

You saw it was Twitter. Already not a good sign. And as you predicted, your mouth fell open as you finished reading the sentence:

"Damn. That's what happens when Kenny's not on the one shoot."

You look back up at Kenny and raise an eyebrow "What the hell are you doing listening to dumbass Twitter-people?" You go back to cutting the fruits, seeing as this wasn't a thing to worry about.

"This isn't the only one. That's firstly. Secondly there's rumors now that we're broken up and thirdly what the hell are you doing going around kissing other guys when you have a boyfriend?"

You were in so much shock that you had to put down your knife and lean on the counter, processing what the fuck had just been said to you.

"Fuck. You." You simply state. "That's to begin with. Also what the fuck Kenny!? It wasn't guys it was one and it's fucking Filly, now please for Christ sake tell me you're pranking me right now because you are not going to stand here and pretend like you're bothered by this." You look at him, trying to read him and his emotions, although it was quite clear that he was in fact mad.

"Yeah well they don't know that it's just Filly. And just because it's Filly, gives you no right to get all up in his face."

"Kenny you need to take a break." You chuckle dryly turning back to the cutting board.

"No the hell I don't," he pushes your shoulder, turning you around to face him.

"It's a few comments Kenny, for fucks sake just leave it alone!"

"Oh yeah? You know what else started as 'a few comments'? Hm? Our secret relationship."

You roll your eyes "We were going to reveal it anyways right?"

"I don't care."

"Ok? What am I supposed to do?"

"Definitely don't do THAT!" He held up his phone with the photo.

You cover your face with the palms of your hands and groan, still stunned that this was actually happening "Kenny its fucking Filly! You look so dumb right now I wish you knew!"

"I KNOW I LOOK DUMB! I LOOK DUMBER NOW!" He lashed out, voice booming through the whole house "It's all anyone fucking talks about. Oh Kenny's stupid. No one likes Kenny. Why is Kenny even here? Let's make an article about how everyone in the Squad hates Kenny." He mocked the comments from the internet. "Now fucking this? I just- I'm gonna- Ah fuck." He turns around and just leaves. This guy leaves! You hear him stomp up the stairs and slam your bedroom door, leaving you speechless.

You blink a few times still digesting the very emotional information that was thrown at you and decide to take a seat in the living room. You wanted to be mad, you really did, but there was just this one thing that really caught your attention. It was how focused he was on the internet's opinion, which with the jobs both of you had was a little alarming.

After a little more thinking you came to a conclusion that insecurity was what drove this whole thing in the first place. Understandable, you didn't blame him, but it was sad because how can such a special and amazing person be insecure?

It sounded absurd!

Especially with his talent, friends and status.

You felt bad for Kenny, and you could totally relate to his lack of confidence because everyone feels unsteady from time to time and with enough love and words it could easily be beaten.

As much as you wanted to go up to him and provide the comfort he so definitely needed, you couldn't stop feeling hurt by some of his words. You sigh throwing your head back against the couch.

"Fuck." You whisper, feeling the two halves of you battling inside.

You hated fighting.

It was so stressful and unnecessary, and that's exactly why you decided that you needed to go talk to Kenny. You finished cutting all the fruits, laid some out on a bowl, got a spoon and headed upstairs to Kenny.

As you got closer to the bedroom door you felt your stomach twisting into a knot. What if he tells you to fuck off? What if he doesn't want to see you at all after this? What if you break up and then you'd have toshowuponshootsanditwoukdbesoawkward!

Your mind was overthinking the future and leaving you standing right outside the door with a bowl of fruit in your hands feeling like the last idiot on the planet. It really took all of your courage to bring your knuckles up to the door and knock. Even though there was no response, you slowly opened the door and peeped in, seeing Kenny on the bed. You sighed noticing his frowned eyebrows as he scrolled through his phone.

"Kenny," you slowly sat down on the other side of the bed, not taking your eyes off of him. He didn't even look at you.

You fought your intrusive thoughts that were saying to just throw the bowl of fruit at his face and call him a dickhead.

"Look I'm sorry, I didn't think that things would spiral into something like that."

"Of course you didn't." He mumbled.

"Oh fuck you!" You exclaimed "Maybe you wouldn't be so fucking bothered if you grew a pair!"

His expression turned from angry to shocked real quick.

"What were you born fucking yesterday? It's the internet! I've seen shit way more fucked up than tweets from tenyearolds and I'm sure you have too, so stop acting like no one loves you because everyone does. Especially me and for you to even question my loyalty is so hurtful not only to me but also to you."

Kenny was at a loss for words. On one side you just insulted him, but on the other you just said you loved him and there's wasn't anything he could say. He stared at you with wide eyes as you tried to catch your breathe from all the talking.

"Uuuhhh...." He turned off his phone and put it in his pocket, turning to you and crossing his legs "I love you too?"

There was a small pause before the two of you broke out into a series of giggles, suddenly everything was ridiculously absurd and pointless. Without words both of you agreed that this fight wasn't worth the energy.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to like- I was-" Kenny groaned in annoyance as he struggled to explain "I just felt like-"

"Insecure?" You guessed.

"Yeah...That." He scratched the back of his head feeling a little uneasy at such a strong word.

"I get it." You sigh "Peace?" You hold up the bowl of fruit with a grin.

Kenny chuckles and nods "Peace." He takes the bowl.

"And it's fair of you to get jealous of me kissing Filly."

"Jealous?" Kenny chewed with a raised eyebrow "I wasn't jealous."

"Uhuh, yeah." You smirk at him.

"Wha- Nah. I was mad," he tries to hide his smile. You roll your eyes and scooch over next to him, bringing his head down and placing your lips onto his.

"Mmm, pineapple." You noded jokingly, pretending to chew.

"Stop," he giggles nudging you.

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I just want to say, that I agree with almost all of your Critical Role takes and you have 1000% better and more nuanced takes than all of Twitter and I greatly appreciate it! The takes over there regarding Liliana and the gods are just wild and you bring some much needed sanity to the content I see

Thanks! I hope you don't mind because I've been thinking about this re: the Twitter takes but the thing about Twitter and Liliana specifically that I've seen is that there's this really bizarre fetishization of like, the fact that she is a (white) southerner (this also weirdly happened for Birdie though to a much lesser extent, and the person who spearheaded that wasn't even American so I have to assume this is a specific corner of Twitter Culture At Large). And like, here's the thing. It's true that fantasy tends to be very British in its accents, and it's also true that accents in a fantasy world are used to convey the same things we'd assume in our world - RP British for educated, southern American for rural, Cockney for rougher types, etc.

It's also true that laying the exact socioeconomic parallels from our world onto, say, Liliana and Orym (who reads to me as non-regional but I, like Liam, am from the Northeast originally) is a recipe for disaster. Or rather, it's not, but it is going to reaffirm your own biases, some of which are dangerous to reaffirm.

There was a popular post on Tumblr a while back, probably not long after Trump was elected, of someone talking about how they were convincing a relative with the confederate flag towards socialism by appealing to the idea of "isn't in unfair how uneven wealth distribution is and how a small group has so much control" and a number of people were rightfully like "uh, maybe you should focus on the racism" or "hey OP ask your relative who they think that small group in control is because I'm getting a really bad feeling they're going to say it's The Jews." And I feel that a lot of the empathy for Liliana from those spaces feels like that OP. Or in other words: I get that you see your relatives in Liliana. Unfortunately, I cannot help but see me and mine in Orym.

You see someone trapped by circumstance and desperation in a dangerous ideology. I see the fact that I haven't gone to a synagogue in easily 6-7 years without there being a security guard present and usually, the doors locked with someone looking through the window to let you in, and then in the sanctuary there's been an installation so that you can quickly bar all the doors in case an alarm goes off or you hear shots in the lobby.

I think there's a great case for seeing yourself in Imogen, who is in a painful struggle with the fact that her mother does love her very much but is in dangerously deep and has done a number of incredibly terrible and harmful things. That latter point is important, incidentally; I get that cult members sometimes rise through the ranks but all but the leader are being manipulated. But the fact remains that a brainwashed person can still commit atrocities, and in this story, they have, many times over. It's especially true because like...sure, plenty of people are like "I lost my relative to a cult and I just want them back and I couldn't harm them," but also, as we've seen, this cult can and will harm Imogen! Plenty of people are also like "yeah I gotta cut them off, it hurts but unfortunately my horribly bigoted and violent relative, while a victim of brainwashing, is a threat to me too." It's not even the full picture of the Temult side of things, let alone the picture that includes the Vanguard's victims.

I also think the Southern gatekeeping is unhinged because it's like. guys there's QAnon members and other cults across the country; the Confederate flag example above was actually notable in that OP wasn't even Southern so you couldn't even write the flag off as deeply misguided heritage but rather was explicitly being used as a hate symbol. It's awfully presumptive to assume all southerners have the same experience (especially since the Temults are portrayed, physically and in accents, as white southerners, not that the experiences of white southerners aren't also incredibly varied). It's awfully presumptive to assume that people find Liliana threatening because they have no personal experience with people like her; often, it's because they have all too real experience with people like her, and it says something even worse about you if you can say "but you guys, I see me and my family in Liliana" when people are telling you that they see them and their families in Orym. I would not, personally, publicly admit that one's empathy extends to the people who remind you of your family but runs out before it reaches their victims. Nor would I publicly admit that I assume everyone who disagrees with me clearly has never had personal experience with this topic.

I should also note that, as I've noted a number of times before, that these are fictional characters and not real people. Twitter seems to be really fucking bad at grasping that. Like, yes, this is the other thing; I do not think that OP should kill their Confederate flag-toting relative, whereas if Imogen did so to Liliana I'd be like "hell yeah." The former is a real person who I do hope gets deprogrammed, just, you know, maybe adjust those priorities; the latter is a fictional character in a story.

[charcubed]

Hi. I tend to forget that tumblr exists and just shout all my thoughts about The Winchesters on Twitter @CharCubed, which is a problem, but for once in my life I'm posting something here!

Here are some broad Thoughts on where I've landed of what this season 1 finale of The Winchesters offered–

• I very much want season 2 of this show SO badly. I want to see how they all continue to build their lives now that we know tragedy need not be their end! THIS IS THE HEALING SHOW. That whole cast gets to write their own story... "the only thing that's worse than how it starts for a hunter is how it ends" is no longer the case, as Carlos already said... and Dean helped to free them? That fucks.

• In regards to those possibilities: now that Dean would no longer be framing the prequel as a story he's telling, it frees the prequel up to no longer be doubling as Dean's story through revealing mirroring–which is very much what it's been doing for 12 episodes. Now the monster plots and the storylines for those characters in The Winchesters can also be diversified, so every episode no longer has to include, for example... [checks notes] a situation where a character is literally and/or metaphorically trapped and has to confront their trauma, break cycles of violence, and speak truths to be freed. It's been very Loud and very much Like This Constantly because it's Dean's story, but now it won't have to be anymore, which is an interesting thing to contemplate! (To be clear, for those unaware of my history of yelling about this show: I love that it was Like This. This show is fucking genius.)

• Initially, this finale had some alarm bells pinging in my brain but then I parsed the Reasons for those things. Mary told John she had "Something to say," right? And then she never says it. That's a Chekhov's gun that's never fired and it's of course paralleling how Dean has "something to say" to Cas too. Them not speaking that truth is a problem. In addition, we also got a montage eerily akin to the 15x19 one. But these callbacks / parallels to s15 all loudly indicate something very specific: The Winchesters is an unfinished story, and this finale (like the rest of this show) is mirroring and revealing truths about the prime narrative of SPN. For one thing, with the prequel they originally expected to have 22 or so episodes and ended up having 13 to work with. For another... this is the START of their story, not the end. So along those lines, what can we deduce about the end of season 15? (Hint: that finale is not an ending either.)

• Speaking of which: We learn that everything Dean was just doing takes place in the ~heavenly~ time period before Sam “dies." This all functionally happened right after Dean died as he drove down that road. He is restless, unmoored, grieving, and–this is key–considers his "ending" to be an unhappy happy one. He's fucking around and finding out, looking for and unpacking (through his narration) what he needs and wants for HIS happy ending to look like. He found out about the Akrida being a failsafe from Chuck and couldn't resist meddling to save everyone. It's also worth noting that Dean says to Jack something like, "If you have to kick me out of Heaven then that's fine." Between the lines is the thought of "please kick me out of Heaven, I'm causing problems because I'm grieving and I'm not done, I don't want this 'peace' but would rather have freedom." That in itself is a massive subversion of the SPN finale, to say nothing of the previous 12 episodes we've received.

Anyway. So in terms of Dean's story, we now know that this all takes place smack in the middle of 15x20 timeline-wise. This checks out because Bobby's presence connects to him being the only one we saw in 15x20. And... what I personally consider to be Jack's incredibly fucked up or ~potentially taken over by Chuck~ vibes are, in that sense, consistent with 15x19 as well. (I'm so sorry but please let me drop this cursed "Alex Calvert playing Chuck" joke by Jensen from August 2022 which haunts me.)

So: nothing about the concept that @chuckwon at the end of season 15 has been confirmed or denied in canon at this point. The idea that Chuck LOST, as Dean says here, is simply what Dean may still be thinking (which makes sense). But nothing has fundamentally changed about the state of how season 15 left things in the prime narrative yet... largely because that's not what this story is / was about.

In terms of what this finale presented to us, I think "Chuck won" potential was all deliberately left open. And I continue to Call Bullshit on the finale accordingly. A Chuck won plot line COULD be used in a future sequel to great affect, or it could NOT be used in a future sequel. That will be totally up to the future authors / team behind that potential sequel to see what story they choose to tell, and where it all may or may not go. But until then (on that front) right now it's the same shit, different show, and deliberately literally nothing about that potential has changed.

• I LOVE all of the above now that I've parsed it all in my brain. It makes perfect sense. Much like we were never going see the gay angel pop up in this show and kiss Dean (with apologies to anyone who somehow thought otherwise?)... leaving other things open like this is fantastic and the objectively correct call. Dean's story is HIS story to be furthered elsewhere, whereas this show belonged and continues to belong to its cast of characters who must take center stage. But through this story within a story narrated by Dean himself, we learned a hell of a lot about his state of mind as it actively stands in 15x20. Or more accurately: the entire show reinforces and reiterates comprehensively and repeatedly that the SPN finale was wrong and bad and not the end of the story at all, and now canonically and openly and in no uncertain terms that that's how Dean feels too.

• AND THUS: season 1 of The Winchesters works as deeply clever and layered commentary on Supernatural's ending and presents the stepping stone for a sequel continuation for Dean and his family. It's also the beginning of a new chapter with endless potential for The Winchesters' cast of characters who are not tied to fate or main timeline.

I fucking love it here.

Truly, madly, deeply: ALL HAIL ROBBIE THOMPSON.

And seriously, I really hope we get a season 2 because I adore all of the prequel's characters on their own merit and I want to see what their story can become :')

[kylesvariouslistsandstuff]

Animation-twitter, animation video essay youtube, etc. would probably be better off if they assumed every upcoming animated movie was going to be CRAP.

The director of INSIDE OUT 2, Kelsey Mann, has talked a bit about the picture recently. After all, it's out in less than two months... And immediately, so much of what he's saying is either being misread or quoted out of context. Something something Anxiety is going to be "the villain", something something they cut characters Shame and Guilt out of the movie because they felt it was too heavy, something something-

And we've got other people freaking out that Pixar showed 35 minutes of it at CinemaCon... LIKE... What's THE issue? Pixar has done that before! CinemaCon attendees were treated to half-hour chunks of Pixar movies in the past, like MONSTERS UNIVERSITY. When TOY STORY 3 was coming out, Pixar prepared a cut of the movie that ended just as the toys were escaping Sunnyside Daycare... to show to college campuses across the country a month before release.

Y'all need to calm down.

This movie isn't even out. We don't know how it'll tell its story exactly. Maybe there's more here than it seems? Maybe Anxiety will be an antagonist in the sense that she's doing what she feels is right, or is straight-up malevolent. I doubt it's the latter, that would be kind of... Not nuanced? For a sequel to INSIDE OUT? Having Anxiety just be an evil scheming bad guy just doesn't seem like it'll happen, nor is it a good idea. I think director Kelsey Mann meant that by her kicking the other emotions out of the main control room, she'll be the "big bad" of the movie. Why she kicks those emotions out could be related to how anxiety tends to work within the human brain. Taking control of your brain, thinking that it's steering you to make the right decision, making you cautious of dangers more so than "Fear" does. Pixar movies have had antagonists in the past that aren't necessarily evil, they just think what they're doing is right.

I also doubt that Pixar would let out a movie that flat-out stigmatizes people who suffer from anxiety disorders, such as myself. Maybe the Shame and Guilt characters were cut from the movie because director Mann, writer Meg LeFauve, and several others just didn't like the direction the story was going with them in it. Maybe it was too depressing for THEM, not because of any concerns for kids in the audience. People tend to associate Pixar with "tearjerking storylines", maybe it's possible that this went WAY TOO FAR at one point? I don't know, neither do you. Pixar's team isn't Disney Animation's leadership. Pete Docter is less controlling than John Lasseter based on everything I see and hear, but there are probably still some ground rules and some do's-and-don'ts. But I think it was ultimately down to the director not enjoying making the film back when it had these characters in it. As a writer/creator myself, I sometimes pull back when I feel something I'm making is causing ME lose the drive to make the thing in the first place. Maybe it hit too close to home for Mann, LeFauve, someone- Just a few variables, ya know? Not just "Pixar is too afraid to be sad", "Disney's telling them what to do", etc. etc.

Maybe animated movies shouldn't have this kind of pre-release thing... How about, just... Movie title, release date, BOOM. Nothing else. No interviews with the filmmakers and cast, no nothing... Wanna know more? You have to see it when it comes out! Put that in big letters in the teaser trailer!

But if they did that, twitter and the YouTube Animation Opinion Industrial Complex would sound the alarm: "They're not saying anything... IS THIS MOVIE IN TROUBLE???"

(sarcasm for those last two sets of sentences)

You can't win. And watch... It'll come out, and it'll be disliked for some weird reason. Probably because it isn't... PUSS IN BOOTS 2 or whatever. While the rest of the world goes, "Yeah, that's was pretty solid." And said population streams it on Disney+ a gazillion times. I'm not part of this "animation fandom" thing, quite frankly I don't even know what half of these people want most of the time. It seems like every movie is an oncoming stinker to them, and it ends up being a stinker. Sometimes the worst thing ever made, a work of evil. You know I still see people raging over that completely harmless CHIP N' DALE RESCUE RANGERS movie from two years back? The fuck is that all about?

I get that INSIDE OUT is a sequel to a beloved Pixar movie, I get that the original movie means a lot to so many people. I love it myself. At the same time, I'm not gonna be weird about a sequel I never even wanted until the day they announced it. Okay, if it isn't very good, I'll just go on with my life. But we're not even there yet... It's not out... This is the only INSIDE OUT sequel. Now if we were coming up on an INSIDE OUT 3, and INSIDE OUT 2 managed to somehow upset everybody? Then I'd somewhat understand...

Others will dole out their dislike of recent Pixar movies as their reason, but you know me... I feel each Pixar movie - for the most part - is a statement of its filmmaking team. Not a Mr. Pixar person coming up with each and every movie. (That was Lasseter in a sense, lol.) If "animation is cinema", then you oughta look at these movies as director-driven. I feel the other way around reduces the films to a brand, and not the people who actually make them. INSIDE OUT is first and foremost a Pete Docter-directed film... Made at Pixar. Not a "Pixar film". Pixar isn't a person nor is it a collective, it's a place. It should be judged on how functions as a movie and as a sequel to INSIDE OUT, not up against other movies made at the studio by other people. Like I'm not here for THE INCREDIBLES or UP, I'm here for an INSIDE OUT sequel. I know, that's a very radical opinion to have. Silly me!

I just don't get it... I'm just gonna do it the old-fashioned way... I'm going to see the movie, and hope that I like it or get something out of it.

[eldritchtouched]

I don't trust that new character.

So, minor-ish Shadow of the Erdtree spoilers, though Elden Ring's Twitter itself officially posted the art.

Talking about this person here.

Their whole everything is very, very off.

Now, I will first note that a lot of their design elements are very specifically stuff associated with Miquella and Trina. Helixes and lilies and growing plants, along with the colors. (I should know. I spent way too much time screenshotting and looking at stuff in Elphael and the Haligtree lol.)

But it's the how that first set off alarm bells.

So, you see, Miquella's own outfits tend to be very simple when we've seen him depicted in statues, and in the other pieces of artwork. His followers wear some more complicated designs, along with certain items associated with him/implied to be his creations, such as the Pulley Bow and Malenia's prosthetics.

This design is far too overdesigned. It's so over the top and that's what's bothering me. Miquella's following and Malenia wear nicer stuff than Miquella himself, true, but it never is to this point. Mohg himself, while he has his ostentatious mantle, has some much simpler clothing underneath.

(Mohg seemed to key in on Miquella's distaste with showy stuff, too. He's the only logical person to have made the ring that the giant Miquella body is wearing. It's notably subdued compared to Mohg's taste for ostentatious clothing and seems more akin to the little flower buttons on Mohg's undershirt in its relative simplicity.)

There's also some oddities in terms of the details as well. The white cloak isn't pure white and has some almost purple undertones (more of a pink). We've seen this before, though- Dolores the Sleeping Arrow, wearing the page's armor, and it is similar in that it's almost a pinkish color instead of purple. (Who, mind you, is tied to St. Trina.) The sword itself has a crisscrossing pattern that is reminiscent of Radagon's seal.

There's also the implication that they are the one giving the dialogue to tell the player to go to the Land of Shadow, and narrating about what Miquella told them. Along with the implication that they're some kind of knight of Miquella.

First thing's first. Miquella never had any knights sworn to him specifically. All of the people in Elphael are specifically Haligtree knights and soldiers, not Miquellan. We do encounter a Miquellan Knight Sword, but it is explicitly labeled as not having a master. It seems awfully suspicious that someone shows up as what is clearly supposed to be a knight of Miquella.

Miquella also departed for the Land of Shadow alone. And everything in the world design seems to imply that he wanted to keep both his following safe (and probably the Mohgwyn dynasty, too, considering all the design overlaps in security), and to make sure nobody would actually follow him.

So this person miraculously shows up, knowing how to get to Miquella despite Miquella deliberately leaving alone, when everyone Miquella clearly cared for doesn't seem to know what's going on.

Second is how they know what they know. They talk as if they've spoken to Miquella, but that seems really fucking weird, doesn't it? If Miquella deliberately left the way he did, why would he just tell random people he met that kind of stuff? Too much of it is raising red flags for that reason. He seems to have been very secretive in what he knew, like he wanted to fix it all without getting others involved unless necessary. He compartmentalized information quite a bit.

This makes sense, though, if it isn't something they needed to be told because they already knew it.

I think it's St. Trina, searching for Miquella, to get him to go back to his fate. A fate Miquella deliberately wished to abandon.

[choke-me-joey]

can you do 1 and 18 with joseph quinn please? <3

Ugh yes I was hoping someone would request this thank you!!!

1.  Fuck a baby into me/I'm gonna fuck a baby into you.

18. I love you, fuck, I'm so close!

Joseph Quinn x Reader

Content warning: 18+ content minors DNI, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v sex (wrap it before you tap it lads...unless youre trying to make a baby i guess), baby making, subtle mention of morning after pill, rpf (don't like, don't read)

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You and Joe had been together for 7 years now. You had bought a beautiful house together, got engaged and very recently married in a small private ceremony in London, so it was natural that the questions would start pouring in from friends, family and unfortunately the media too.

"So, when can we expect a mini Quinn then?"

"When are you going to make us grandparents, hmm?"

"Any plans for kids in the near future?"

It. Was. Infuriating.

At first, you'd been polite about it.

"Oh, we're just enjoying being married first."

"Not quite yet."

"Some plans, but nothing definite yet."

As the quizzing around babies became relentless, you and Joe started to bite back.

"We'll have a kid when we're ready."

And that was the end of it.

Or so you thought.

It was a quiet Friday night, and you were currently sat nursing a glass of wine and scrolling through Twitter. Joe had been away doing some press tours and general public appearances, such is life when you're married to a now world famous actor. You were used to it, but it didn't mean that you didn't miss him whilst he was gone. He was due to fly home from Newport Beach Film Festival overnight arriving early tomorrow morning, so your day had been filled with cleaning the house and getting a good food shop in. You'd also had a bath and made sure you were clean, shaved and moisturised ready for your usual 'welcome home' sex marathon you knew was inevitable tomorrow.

As you sipped your wine and scrolled on your phone, you couldn't resist searching your husband's name on Twitter. He didn't use social media, but you did and loved loved to torture him with articles and videos of himself. He did not love that.

You couldn't help the lovesick smile that creeped across your face as you found a video of him being interviewed at the film festival. God, he looked so fucking good. He had FaceTimed you as he was getting ready and as soon as he put on that white suit, it was game over and some seriously spicy video sex had ensued.

In the video you had found, he was doing an interview with a tiny microphone. The usual questions were asked regarding Stranger Things, the love for Eddie, and just general chit chat.

Then it happened.

"So, congratulations on your recent marriage! Any plans for kids soon or are you way too busy for that?"

Joe's face falters a little but ever the good actor, he regains his composure before answering.

"Thank you. We'll see, you know, we don't want to rush these things." He gives a smirk to the camera that you swear was meant just for you as if to say 'here we fucking go again', but to others it could be translated as 'maybe, maybe not, I'm saying nothing', much like he did when asked if Eddie was returning for season 5.

You roll your eyes and groan as you read through a few of the comments, not really paying any mind to what was being said. You copy the link and send it to Joe with the caption 'thinking you should just knock me up so we get some peace 🙃'

You weren't expecting a reply. He must have had WiFi on the plane.

"Too obvious?'

'Nah, you only looked like you wanted to throttle her just for a second x'

'Damn, need to hoan my craft. See you in about 10 hours. Keep the bed warm for me x'

****************

Approximately 10 hours and 20 minutes later, you're woken up to the sound of the front door unlocking and shutting. You glance at the bedside table, seeing the alarm clock reading 8.15am. You grin, listening as Joe dumps his bags in the hall before practically sprinting up the stairs. He flings open the bedroom door and practically pounces on you, his mouth immediately finding yours.

He kissed you in a way that took you by suprise, usually he would at least get into bed with you and have a little bit of sleep before trying to dick you down, but he was kissing you in such a desperate, frantic manner, pawing at you and turning you on so damn fast that you didn't dare question it.

"Haven't...even...brushed...my teeth" you pant in between kisses, both of you working quickly to discard the other's clothes.

"Don't care," Joe kissed his way down your now naked body, licking a fat strip up your pussy and attaching his mouth to your clit.

"Fuck, Joe!" You hissed, grabbing a fistful of his curls as he expertly flicked his tongue against you. He slowly worked one and then two fingers inside you, almost instantly finding that spongy spot that practically made you scream out his name.

"Shh, we have neighbours you know," Joe grinned up at you and you nudged his head with your knee. He playfully bit your thigh before going back to work, alternating licks and sucks to your puffy bundle of nerves.

Within minutes he had you coming for him, his tongue and fingers working you through one of the strongest orgasms you'd had in a while, leaving you blissfully fucked out and ready to give him the best head of his life in return, until he folded your legs up practically by your ears and slid his cock inside you, the stretch and burn of not having him for a week making you moan loudly and dig your nails into his biceps.

"Joe," you whimper as he starts fucking you fast and deep, the angle making sure his cock hit your g-spot with every stroke. "So fucking big!"

"I'm gonna fuck a baby into you," he growls, his eyes practically black as his hips snap into yours. "Get you all nice and pregnant, yeah babe?"

"Yes, yeah, fuck, god-!" You weren't even making sense, the deep thrusts of his cock battering your cervix sending pleasure blooming through your belly and causing your brain to malfunction. 

If it wasn't so fucking hot, it would have been mortifying how wet you were. The lewd squelch of your cunt paired with your breathless moans and Joe's grunts of effort signifying just how close you both were to falling apart for each other.

"I love you," you whine, pulling him down as best you could for a sloppy kiss, all teeth and tongue and it's fucking perfect.

"I love you, fuck, I'm so close!" He gasps, cock twitching inside you. Your orgasm was teetering on the edge, just a little more-

"Cum with me, Joey," you beg, clenching down on him and making him shudder. He ruts his hips to yours one last time and buries his head in your neck, moaning your name along with various expletives. The feeling of him filling you with his load and the sounds he was making, plus the pressure of his pelvis against yours had you falling over the edge with him, nails digging into his back and you shook and writhed beneath him.

You both laid there a while, letting your breathing and heart rates return to normal. Joe placed some kisses up your neck, eventually pecking your lips gently, giving you a small smile.

"Hi," he practically whispered, rubbing the tip of his nose against yours.

"Hi," you gave him a blissful smile. "Not that I'm complaining but...What was that about?"

Joe groans, flopping down on the bed beside you and gestures for you to pop your head on his chest. He wraps his arms around you.

"I dunno, I just...I saw this woman in the airport, super pregnant and I just saw how in love her and her husband looked and I just-it made me think of you, and how much I love you and..." He sighs, kneading his free hand over his eyes and forehead. "I'm sorry, I should've said something. Want me to go out and get you...?"

You're silent for a moment.

"No," you look up at him. "No, I think...I think I'm ready."

And 6 weeks later, you're staring at 2 solid pink lines on several different pregnancy tests, grinning like a mad woman. You stroll out of the bathroom and present the tests to your husband, who spits out his coffee and stares up at you, his big brown eyes shining with tears and a glint of fear. You kiss him.

"You definitely fucked a baby into me."

[noirvette]

WE NEVER EXISTED

[band smau]

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To say you were nervous was an understatement. You genuinely had no clue how the conversation was going to go the minute Kyle arrived. Part of you feared the worst, after all he was asking to come over to discuss this.. whoever this is and IN person too.

Wild theories ran through your mind, is it the same person who hacked Kenny? What if this person is linked to your stalker? What if they're the same person? What if it's Kenny doing this? Among other what if's. You felt guilty for the last thought, Kenny wouldn't do something like this to one of his best friends. Besides, if it is the same person who hacked Kenny's twitter account, what would that imply? That Kenny faked his own hacking? The idea was just silly.

Knocks at your door is what shook you out of your thoughts and you got up to open the door; there stood Kyle. The tired look on his face managed to increase tenfold since you had last seen him just a few hours ago. Stepping out of the doorway to let him in, he enters silently but the silence speaks volumes to you as you watch him drag himself around your apartment and into your living room.

Closing the door and following him, you sit down across from him. Kyle has his head in his hands, looking down at the floor.

"Kyle?" You ask.

He doesn't respond for a few minutes and you can tell the stress of whatever has happened over the last few hours has really gotten to him.

"Kyle?" You ask again.

He deeply sighs and looks up at you, "Sorry, Y/n."

You wave him off, "it's alright, just start talking when you're ready."

You watch as he takes a few moments to compose himself and he sits up straight.

"The person has repeatedly contacted me, never called though which is great. I still can't block them, the numerous amount of times I have, the number always manages to reach me again," Kyle explains, "What gets me is that they keep talking about this thing of 'World breaking news'! but they jump around the subject whenever I try and bring it up."

"Kyle it sounds like you need to leave your phone be for a while."

"Yeah, I probably should but a part of me wonders if this is like, deadly serious and if I ignore it, someone dies or something." Kyle stresses, nervously playing with his hands.

"Okayyy," You sigh, "That kind of thinking isn't going to help you in any way and now I know you need to stop watching those drama crime shows with Stan and Clyde."

That gets Kyle to let out a huffed laugh and you can even see a small smile on his face, "BOOM! Got you to laugh," You stand up, "Want anything to drink?"

"I'll take a water, thanks Y/n." Kyle smiles awkwardly as you give him a thumbs up and head to your kitchen.

Coming back with two glasses of water, you set one down in front of Kyle and you hold the other, taking a sip as you sit down, "Now, realistically this person sounds like they're just trolling you. Hard."

Kyle nods and you continue, "And I'm not meaning to alarm you but it seems like they're well versed in well...cyber security...technology.. whatever you get my point here. So why don't you take your phone in and see if the people there know of a way to fix this phone number problem? You never know if they hack into your phone next."

Kyle's eyes widen and his mouth opens and then closes a few times, "What you think it's the same person who hacked Kenny?"

You shrug, "Good of a guess as any, I mean two technological events or, whatever this is called, happening? Within days of each other? Seems convenient and too coincidental to be two separate people, you know?"

Nodding, Kyle can't help but check his phone and for the first time in minutes, he hasn't received one text message. He lets out a sigh of relief and looks back up at you, who's looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Sorry, I know, leave my phone be." Kyle mutters out, puts his phone back in his pocket.

"Well? Did you get anything though?" You probe, curiosity causing you to be a bit nosy.

Kyle shakes his head and you also let out a sigh of relief, "You see! This is what I mean, this.." You stumble at a loss for words of what to call this person.

"Asshole?" Kyle offers.

"Yes asshole, is probably just trolling you." You finish.

He nods and the two of you now sit in silence one more, sipping on your waters.

A ding goes off and the both of you freeze. Kyle looks at you expectantly and you shake your head, your phone is on do not disturb at the moment, so you know it isn't yours.

Kyle clenches his jaw and takes his phone out of his pocket once more and you already know it's the person Kyle's been mentioning as you watch how his face contorts to one of pure exhaustion.

He turns his phone on, reading the message and you sneakily scoot closer to him, trying to catch a peak. Kyle after reading the message looks up at you and can't help himself letting out a snort at how you look before just handing you his phone.

"Go ahead, you're interested and it's the least I can do considering how you're helping me handle this, besides I have no clue what this screenshot is supposed to even be."

You look down at his phone to read the screenshot Kyle is talking about.

You hand Kyle's phone back to him with the biggest look of confusion on your face, "What the fuck? What is this supposed to be?"

Kyle shrugs, "I have genuinely no clue, if this is the 'world breaking news' this guy was talking about then I hope the world isn't dependent on a riddle, because I cannot solve the meaning behind this at all."

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