#“theres a rat in our midst”

[lastremainingbrainiac5fanatic]

URGENT!!!

Have any of you seen the really old tumblr post that's a comic of a little detective guy and he's really silly and his face is just a little smilyface? I told a friend about it a week ago and STILL haven't found it and now he probably thinks I'm insane send help

[sokkable]

Last week I shared how for the last two years I have attended a school with past/present notable alumni including billionaires, actors, and politicians. People are highly requesting me to reveal tea from my school so here’s the post. Obviously I could be wrong about certain details, this is just what I’ve heard through the grapevine:

*Also if you go to this school, please don’t reveal what school this is because lmao I want to be anonymous lol

At my school there are different groups of kids. There’s the popular local rich kids (rich as in multimillionaires to billionaires), I am not in the PLRK group and there’s a lot of tea within that group that I don’t know about. Apparently a lot of them are related (like cousins idk to what degree though) and the people in that group hook up a lot though to my knowledge the ones who are related don’t hook up. These kids also go on to attend Ivy League schools BTW.

There’s also the popular foreign kids group (some are upper middle class, some are the children of teachers, some have their tuition paid by the company their parents work for). The PFK group are also heavy partiers (they go to the clubs and house parties and their parents are chill with it). I am not in this group either but I know theres A LOT of tea.

There are other groups as well however they don’t have notable tea LMAO.  

Stories:

There was this guy we’ll call him Liam. Liam was new to the school and made it into the PFK group. However about a month or two in, he said something ill-mannered to another PFK (I have no idea what he said). Then that kid hired someone to beat Liam up (keep in mind that Liam himself had diplomatic immunity, and really shouldn’t have been touched at all). Liam ended up chipping his front tooth in the fight and he was ostracized from the PFK group.

Another kid, we’ll call him Noah, was also in the PFK group. He may have been a drug dealer as well though I am fuzzy on the details. He had beef with people from the PLRK group. So the PLRK guys all agreed to stay sober (no drugs) for a few months, knowing that Noah was still taking drugs. Then those guys planted drugs in pill form in Noah’s backpack and went to the Vice Principal and ratted him out on having drugs on him. Noah was immediately expelled from school and deported back to his home country of England. Noah’s parents were teachers at the school and continued to teach even after Noah left.

I was in my English class and this really kind girl sat next to me and we became friends fairly quickly. She was so genuine and friendly and normal that I never really spent a lot of time thinking about her background. It wasn’t until maybe halfway through the year when I found out that she is part of one of the richest families on the continent. It was honestly really shocking because I always expected billionaires to entitled and snobby but she really is the opposite. She invited me and another girl to her house for her birthday and I remember feeling so out of place because her house is like a piece of art and I’m trash lmao. Moral of the story ig: don’t judge a book by its cover

One of my best friends’s parents are filmmakers and own a production company and they’ve made high budget movies. My friend took film during her upperclassmen years and she also inherited the genes to make amazing movies because her short films are wonderful. She made a short film starring her aunt (who is an actress with millions of followers on instagram) and my friend submitted it to film festivals and ended up getting to travel overseas to meet other young filmmakers.

Last year I took dance and I met this girl and it turns out she’s an aspiring/already successful singer. She was on The Voice Kids (of the country I live in) and got pretty far in the competition and now she has a big following on social media, has original music out, and got to perform at a music festival recently.

I don’t have a list of all the big alumni that attended this school (I only have what the internet tells me) and a very prominent TV actress that 90% of y’all would recognize attended this school for like 12 years which is wild. She never visited though :/. I was also part of my school’s film club and the supervisor told me that people who have worked with like Rihanna and Steven Spielberg graduated from this school and they judge our short films for our school’s film festival.

OOF, my school had this very very very prominent scandal that happened when I was in middle school. This scandal was so big that it wouldn’t be a stretch to say that all principals and superintendents from around the world heard about it. This scandal left like half a dozen people in federal prison.

It’s a tradition for seniors from my school to vacation at this nice island (think Fiji, Tahiti, Bora Bora) during spring break by themselves without parent supervision. This trip was hyped up so much and people were so excited to go, people had already bought their tickets, rented their villas, and were in the midst of getting their fake ID’s when coronavirus happened so obviously the trip was cancelled. I’m still salty not gonna lie.

Ummmmmm, there’s more tea but I’ve been writing this for almost an hour and I’m tired so I’m gonna stop here. But this was like a sneak peak at my school. I want to be clear tho: I really am not rich and I don’t have any famous relatives and there are no politicians in my fam. My only flex in life is that I dmed Dante Basco once and he replied

[thegoldendemon-blog]

SCRIPT

     In the spirit of yesterday’s meta, here is a re-write of another ancient drabble, which happens to hold the title of the one I liked the most such as to leave it alone until now. 2016 Kayla has been fired relieved of duties for a while anyway.

     “Don’t you know that his true name is cursed to speak?”

      “Pardon?”

      A box is pushed for trained yet uncallused hands, which is hefted up and over to creak aloft a pallet he’d guessed weathered both tepid weather and tepid budgets over several years.

     “Cursed. That name is cursed. That’s why we use ‘Demon of Jyom Pass’. What are you— I have another box— a foreigner?”

     Two eyes studied the man while a new crate collided with pallet; a pair of blue as filtered through an iceflow.

    “To the West in Io. This fairy tale is a southern one, isn’t he? Forgive me for not being so up to speed.”

    The man he looked for heaved with the last of the containers, at once collapsing to a nearby stool to pat himself with a sweat-licked towel.

    “Not much a legend when he’s still around. Haven’t you heard? Another caravan just a month ago. I hear the families of the dead can’t bury a bone that looks human in some way.”

     He himself sat at an angle, now staring at the rest of the stagehand procession of box shuffling, rope swinging, set filing and last minute organization. 

    The one opposite to him started again. “It’s taken too much faith from the director to let a play like this come to pass. Something about having all the pieces already and calling it off being too much of a hit to the bottom line. Like tempting the Fates like this cares about gold.”

     Hm.

     Khada Jhin found a peculiar design on his face, as if his nose was less one and more a vestigial limb, excess muscle and all. He had a strained manner of speaking, one that he likened to a pig. He was certainly portly enough.

    “I suppose you wouldn’t be wrong,” was all he said.

—

     The Demon of Jyom Pass— red letters met gold as a wide sign that troupe members were just now stringing up centerstage— was to begin on the back of a tired evening with flitters of dry ache and deceased wonderment being staple of the atmosphere instead of sincerity let alone excitement. Jhin read it across the faces, the hundreds of the not-theres and shouldn’t-bes and would have wondered how backwards it felt were it not for the rat-king of this particular production to be standing right in front of him.

    “And who plays the demon, exactly?” He interrupted, having caught enough of what he tenuously knew as the plot to want to see the end of this conversation as soon as possible.

    “That— uh, that would be Zao. He should be getting ready right now.”

    “Zao.” Jhin tested the name on his lips, tapping the side of his cheek. “I see. You’ve quite the head on your shoulders to have written such a script as this. Why, I don’t think anyone before has ever equated our Golden— apologies, Demon of Jyom Pass as a slayer of the sinful and adulterous. Might I ask what inspired such a convenient plot device?”

     His voice was monotone.

    Some playing with glasses followed as the scriptwriter acknowledged him, uncertain of what he said was genuine or an actual criticism. Khada Jhin simply stared. Then a test of the tongue and beady eyes, and Jhin caught him even sweating.

    Don’t make this anymore painful than it already is.

    “Legends of the Jyom Pass Demon often conclude that what he leaves behind should warn,” he eventually blabbered. “I— I give credence to that warning. It’s supposed to be a cautionary tale.”

    Jhin’s lips pursed, blinking slowly. “Uh-huh.” He stood up. “Well. I thank you for your time, Teyasu.”

     The beady eyes flexed. “Why did you ask so much about this script— aren’t you a cast member?”

     The corners of his mouth piqued. “Don’t worry. I’ve been just recruited and I’m terribly curious about the details before our show begins.”

     He set off to the dressing rooms.

    Jhin lingered beside Zao’s door to wait as a duet of dancers turned their backs whilst setting their dresses and donning their shoes for him to then slip inside, shutting the door behind him with a soundless clunk. 

    “Good evening, Zao. Are you ready for your performance?”

    Zao hardly noticed him, seated in front of a huge vanity covered in decoration and red fuzz. He was constantly righting his shoulders and fidgeting with his… claws?

     The shadow in the mirror brought him back to life. “Almost. Who are you?”

     Khada Jhin, fingering the knife he held at his back, beamed Zao a bright, open smile.

     “No one in particular,” he mused with sickened sweetness. “Only your replacement.”

    “What—”

    The shadow lunged forward and swallowed him.

—

    Jhin might have adored imagining the twists and foibles of the mask of whomever might have been lucky enough to investigate Zao’s costume chest, but that thought was faded out by the higher calling he knew he had to attend to, and soon. Several shifts of belts and fabric ties later, he fit his silhouette well enough— if noticeably taller.

    The visage of this “Jyom Pass Demon” was even more unfortunate than the unfixed one of Zao’s— though gold as it should have been, a stray fifth horn protruded from center of the forehead, unrequited as well as a malignant tumor. He ought to write to the costumer later. For now, he had a performance, and the very one Zao had prepared himself for. This time, he slipped on a more familiar, proper mask.

    A tinny tone rang opposite to the door. “Zao? You in there? We’re about to start! I know you always take long, but—”

    “Yes, I’m ready,” came as the door opened and Khada Jhin stepped out in full suit. He recognized the actress calling for him as the ‘adulterous woman’ the rat-king scriptwriter had unfortunately mentioned, should the egregious makeup be any indication. 

     She quirked a brow as she looked him up and down, sensing something unknown, then decided against it.

     “Right,” she trailed off, turning away to approach the stage. Jhin watched her leave with an expression none of them would ever see.

     He used the time behind the stage to reach over a familiar pallet and exchange what were labeled as Zao’s scimitars although Jhin would have argued dull curvaceous sticks, to ones that might actually inspire some awe from the audience with their practiced, polished elegance.

—

      His time came at the end of the second at. The lovers, now having ‘poignantly’ torn themselves away from vows of marriage and into the derangement of affair, now walked beside each other on a placard of forest. A real moon shone above the stage with the rest lit by lanterns and torches. He landed his eyes on the director whom prompted him with a flick of the rest and a point towards the two without knowing whatsoever what the signal really meant.

     It was all too much to bear. Jhin was grinning. Long and slow he strode out, ignoring the baffled look of the director as he bowed to the couple with their faces catching the same confusion.

     “My dear audience.” He craned his head to the crowd. “It comes with a heavy heart to inform you all that this performance, this play…”

    The steel of his blade refracted the moonlight. “… is a sham. All lies, all rumors!”

    Heads turned amongst themselves. The pointing on part of the director was aggressive. The lovers stared while clutching each other. 

     He was still approaching.

     Eventually, he reached for the woman. He tugged hard and took her shoulder, bringing the scimitar for her neck— perhaps not enough to separate steel from foil.

     “I am no slayer of adulterous lovers.”

    Beat.

    The audience were on the edge of their seats.

    With a chuckle, The Golden Demon ran through the woman’s neck and let the blood spurt between his hilt and fingers. Gurgling. Falling body. Predictably, screaming— and in the midst he caught the arm of the male actor before he could escape.

     “I do not come fraught with revenge for sins.”

     He slammed the hook of his scimitar into the actor’s chest, puncturing rib and lungs to skewer straight for the heart.

    His voice boomed over the set.

   “I am an artist and you the masterpiece.”

[arielkrupnik]

in peacock victory

Yours truly,

parades your name around with good old wholesome prostitution in peacock victory peacock victory. At all sides, and whatever’s 'left' is 'right'fully yours Soon enough, all that will be left of us are the sacred souvenirs; the dreams Of all we had together, even now I still remember beyond what we had... I remember memories that we never created Thoughts so fresh as as'sault'ed vegetables and all 'pepper'ed fruit I miss it all because i know we're missing out I anticipate seeing it and always did when it was right it front of me: We would've sounded alike because we were always at each others throat We would've argued just to have our form of healthy revenge With exclusive repercussions We played with fire in order to dance like little biblical candles. And now when we are together we are never more apart But to be a part of you and not apart from you is truly great and grateful- the biggest secret everyone knows about. My only difference about who I was then and who I am now

is that you’re not around Our only difference was who each of us would love. My love will not age

The absence of it will sharpen it, but the presence will strengthen it And my affection for you will always begin to continue again with or without you; wither without you. You were the best gift you could have given me I respect what you cherished,

I honor what you treasured in peacock victory. The immortal wisdom, and theres more for all I saved the words you've spoken I rescued them and gave them shelter by quickly constructing temples over each sentence Giving rise and power to your calm concentrated charm I was not thinking, when I built you a playhouse from my mental blocks It had everything but the kitchen sink But the sink was shipping And now, the ship is sinking. Now the cows wont come home because they're too busy being milked for blood Now all the cowboys ride seahorses, and horses lay eggs

And I, have the heart to have a sweet tooth for sweet hearts... In here, in our rose-tinted world, our talk lives in candy-coated language We whisper sweet somethings in exchanges of sugar-frosted mutilation Ashes of ice-cream Revolutionary cremations left in peacock victory peacock victory peacock victory. My duck of several diamonds, my feelings for you are rarefied in you only Even though I have chivalry for all sexes and all walks of life, my feelings kneel before the wisdom of our truce Before a snake eye for a bulls eye, a tooth for a truth. The spacious truth you possess has great and gracious use of clues and hints of mint expressions The precious color hair is a renewal of a thousand heads nodding in approval The sewn stare is disguised as safe sugar white wedding cake eyes Encased in silk infant skin, and the flavored scent of white light You lay 'bear' traps you made,

by your bare 'honey' thighs. And the guys, are sharks that sharpen their share of sympathy within shimmering sheets of sheer teeth And the guys, are monkeys, that go "apeshit" over their egos and then and then go to heaven again and again And the girls, are young widows whom have never lost someone, that spin little cobwebs for little piss ants to get caught in And the girls, are kangaroos that hope to hop to abortion clinics. Although, the mermaids finally walk and the roosters cluck at night Although the elephants finally give birth to rats and the penguins take flight So when pigs can fly, we'll get a piggy back ride, in peacock victory peacock victory. Crabs responses are no longer being cooked in deadpans for anybody Giraffes control traffic without controlling anything And you, my blessed and beloved baby lamb, should tell me so i no longer have to guess: how in the hell is it that you could smell of so much yes?! Wanting answers

because all i have is questionable patience I want to speak in body language and truly feel our conversation, in peacock victory.

And I, will hug you so hard, that I will truly break your heart, just so you could dance me inside Like a little biblical candle inside peacock victory peacock victory peacock victory. Will you, wont you, will you, wont you join the dance?! All stuffed animals and stuffed noses will be but a far course heal away from this real world of clean germs, and stuffed cabbage for your stuffed rabbit All the fish in the sea are jealous of a pearl like you, and these fish will continue this jealousy until they drown Me, I walk on water because I cant swim. Although, this beaten and battered bat out of hell is now singing his swan song Singing it all the way, for all to hear Me, I have so many hearts on my sleeve that it leaves my own beauty so well-concealed, that I cant be proud You, give me enough pride to wear you like a shield, and I wear you out. You, have the beauty that will never allow you to be ignored You, my love for you,

is greater than what my heart could contain And in the midst of all of this, I thank you for being you And one of these days I will say all this,

all to your face And I cannot wait to be so brave Until then, silence now, for peacock victory sake And if I should die before you wake, let my words be at your grace. Calm. Calm Sshh slow... and... steady Slow... and... steady Let sweet somethings mean something sweet Hush a soft whisper on a soft cheek Close your eyes and be at peace. Sleep well I know I will if I know you will I know you well, and knowing you, how else am I to sleep at night But in peacock victory peacock victory peacock victory and peacock pride.