#adm is adam

[hearts401]

Decided robot ocs were well overdue

And these gals too <3

[tosakamametchi]

I tried to FINALLY draw one of my own humanized/gikinja versions of the Algebraliens, btw Nine it's my 2nd favorite of the bunch 💙💛

[cepheusgalaxy]

Living weapon/experiment (?) pal who was created and raised for their charge (a high position) and their name is just "Adm" because they are responsible for the important things and some people think they are the boss (they are just under the thumb of another, more powerful entity/person). At some point everybody started calling them Adam.

[quinngefail]

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[angelsofsmalld3ath]

lissa should most definitely be staying away from adam, adam wasn’t a good person, but at the same time there were worse people at the club. the club was currently closed, adam wasn’t sure how he had gotten roped into running it while elana was gone but he wasn’t going to turn down the money, and it gave him something to do.

“yeah sure, princess.” adam smiled, throwing the rag he was holding on the counter, walking around it and out the side door with her, adam reached into his back pocket and pulled out his pack of cigarettes, groaning in annoyance when he opened the pack and saw his lighter was gone. “can i borrow your lighter, sweetness?” adam asked while placing a cigarette between his lips, leaning down slightly so that lissa could either give him her lighter or light his cigarette for him.

closed starter for @ldyinthewxll

There were perks to being the bosses favourite. Not many, but some like the fact that despite the boss liking Lissa to be working on the nights that he would be there, he would let her sweet talk him into working extra. On nights that he would be busy. That didn't stop him from 'surprising her'. It gave her time away from the older man and more time to spend with Adam. The hot bartender that she should definitely stay away from but Lissa always listened to the devil on her shoulder more than the angel. Slipping on her leather jacket with her pack of cigarettes and lighter in the pocket, Lissa made her way over to the bar to grab Adam's attention. "I'm taking a smoke break." The blonde informed as she guestured to the side door with a nod. "Wanna join me?"

[ask-adamsapple66]

Hey Lu, did Adm try his first drugs in Hell?

If so how was it.?

Lucifer: Oh boy did he. When him and Angel first became friends he shared this bag of gummy bear edibles with Adam. But he didn't tell him that they had THC in it, I think he thought Adam would read the fucking bag.

Lucifer: So Adam ended up eating a bag and a half since they were only small bags right. I walk in and Adam looking very intensely at this one painting here in the lobby, a string of saliva hanging from his mouth. He's not even blinking.

Lucifer: So I ask Angel what's wrong with him and he just says he's high as a motherfucker. I don't know what he was looking for in that painting but he couldn't look away until he got the munchies.

Lucifer: Now they would do one edible together to relax.

[yurnu]

Ooooh, it Michael x Adm the pairing for the Chimera au? Because I am so down, your Michael is really handsome, I don't know whether to be jealous of him or Adam

btw, the popular pairing tag for both of them is guitarhero without the space, I look through the tag and your au doesn't show up on it, it might because of that

||🔱🪹 Chimera!Adam AU 🔱🪹||

Lately I'm liking Guitarhero more than Adamsapple. It's interesting and pretty (and healthier) (⁠ ⁠💧╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

Fixed up! thanks for your notice! (⁠◠⁠‿⁠◕⁠)

[bitter-sweet-farmgirl]

Zirin u Uzbad

Chapter 41 of ‘A Deep Misunderstanding’.  Link to Series Masterlist. Also find it on A03!

MASTERLIST

OC(s) Used: Estel

Translation(s): Zirin u Uzbad: Iron of Kings

~~

This is the first new chapter I've written of ADM in SO long. It feels so odd to be getting back into it, but so right at the same time.

~~

As evening fell, word spread through our company of our plan to raid the armory.  Nori disappeared to go do reconnaissance on the location, leaving the rest of us to stay and plan.

Thorin was adamant that we strike quickly and leave that night; an opinion that was unanimously shared by everyone else.  I was slightly more skeptical on exactly how that would work.

I didn’t want to stay in this place any longer than the rest of them, but I didn’t think we could pull off such a scheme.  There were just too many of us not to be noticed. 

Dwarves weren’t exactly the quietest bunch either. 

“Once Nori comes back, we can finalize our plan.  No use in trying to figure out the details when we don’t even know where the place is.”  Gloin offered the words of wisdom.  Murmurs of agreement rippled through the group of dwarrows.

I glanced over at them from my spot in the windowsill.  Whether on purpose or not, I’d been excluded from the discussion.  Or, at least, never invited to participate. 

Not that that was important.  I had no experience to offer them, so it made sense for me not to be asked my thoughts on the matter.  Even if they had, they wouldn’t have liked anything I had to say.  Part of being a voice of reason, I assumed.

Blue eyes rose to meet mine as Thorin raised his head from their plotting.  He jerked his head minutely, silently motioning for me to join him. 

I complied, weaving around Fili and Dwalin to stand by at Thorin’s side.  He placed a broad hand on my back, drawing me flush against his side.

“What?”  I asked softly, fidgeting with the laces of my shirt as I peered over at the sheet of paper they’d begun sketching a layout on.  “You need a woman’s touch or something to whatever chicken scratch that is?”  I motioned to the mostly unintelligible lines.

Thorin grinned, shaking his head.  “No,” he murmured, leaning down slightly so only I could hear, “I just wanted to have you next to me.”

“Ah,” I nodded, laying my head against his shoulder.  “That’s an acceptable excuse too.” 

He chuckled, dropping his hand from my back in order to intertwine our fingers.  “I’m glad I’m not intolerable to you.”  The smile vanished as his face became serious.  “I know I haven’t been the easiest person to be around lately.  We’re so close to Erebor…Closer than I thought we would ever get.  And the hardest part is yet to come still.”

I squeezed Thorin’s hand.  The closer we had gotten to Erebor on this journey, the more Thorin’s moods turned dark.  A shadow of something I didn’t recognize, but knew deep down I didn’t like, would flicker across his face. 

I had heard the whispers around the fire at night.  Of gold-sickness and the Arkenstone.  The madness that afflicted Thorin’s family, and was almost certainly the reason why Erebor had been lost. 

He worried over it.  Was determined not to follow in the footsteps of his grandfather.  But feared that he would fall just the same. And that trial had not yet come to pass.  It loomed in front of him now that we were in Laketown. 

“I will always be by your side, Thorin.  You’re stronger than your past, amrâlimê.”  I promised, trying to reassure this dwarrow who already had enough burdens to bear.  “I trust you.” 

A shadow of a smile appeared on his face as he looked at me.  “Mahal forbid I do anything to break your trust.” 

~~~

Nori’s arrival back brought a flood of new intel.  Apparently, the armory was housed in the local jail, and the only access point that wasn’t in full view was a single small window on the second story.

“Are there any guards around it?”  Thorin inquired, his hand still grasping mine.  “Where is it located?”

“Far as I could see, there aren’t any guards in the place.  It’s off a ways from the main bits of this floating slag heap, but the window’s on one of the canals.  Doesn’t seem te get used much though.”  Nori traced a finger down the map, delineating the canal in question.

Dwalin nodded silently, arms crossed over his chest.  “How are ye suggestin’ we get in this place then?”

The grin that Nori wore sent chills down my spine. 

“Oh, nothing difficult you know.  Just a running start and a strong hand.”  He shrugged, “for what I have in mind, you’ll need to be on the bottom.” 

The murderous look Dwalin sent Nori’s way had the rest of us cracking up into stifled giggles.  Nori being Nori, he had worded the sentence into an innuendo.

“Thorin,” Dwalin hissed, leaning over me to murmur in Thorin’s ear.  “Ye canna be serious ‘bout lettin’ ‘im plan this.” 

I looked over at the dark haired dwarrow beside me who wasn’t doing a thing to hide his smirk. 

“Out of all of us, he has the most experience breaking into places.  We need that iron, Dwalin.” 

Dwalin sighed heavily.  “Ah know we do…” 

Thorin clapped a hand onto his friend’s shoulder.  “There is a reason why each dwarf is here with us.  Nori’s talents have a use, no matter how he happened to come by them.  Now,” he turned to the rest of the gathered dwarrows.  “We leave here at nightfall.  Then once we have the weapons, we head for Erebor.” 

Erebor.  The word echoed through the group.  The shining star at the end of this long journey. 

~~~~

Miraculously, fourteen dwarves and a hobbit went unnoticed in the streets of Laketown as we made our way to the armory. 

A fog was rising from the dank canals and spreading over the city, which helped our cause somewhat. 

But nothing could stifle our heavy footfalls and mutters. 

“Shh, keep it down.”  Dwalin hissed at Bombur as we hid along the side of the armory while waiting for the pair of guards to wander away on the other side of the canal.

“As soon as we have the weapons, we’ll make straight for the mountain.  We cannot delay any longer.”  Thorin muttered, giving Nori the nod as the guards disappeared from sight.  “Go, go, go.” 

The dwarf clambered up the backs of the company, using them as human stairs to get high enough to slip through the window.  And, just as he’d told us earlier, Dwalin was on the bottom, giving Fili a boost to act as the last stair.

Once he was through, Thorin nodded to Bilbo.  “Next.” 

The hobbit repeated the maneuver, awkwardly springboarding off the dwarrows to haul himself through the window. 

“Bofur.  Then Kili.  Then me.”  Thorin directed, then turned to me.  “You stay down here with the rest.  Keep an eye out for the guards.” 

“Okay,” I nodded, “but are you sure about Kili?  He’s got a wounded leg, remember?”  I watched as Kili practically crawled up the last ‘step’ and had his brother practically shove him through the window.  Thorin didn’t even turn around to see it. 

“He’s fine, Estel.  Kili’s gotten himself scraped up more times than I can count.  He’s perfectly capable for this.”  Thorin brushed my concerns off with a nostalgic smile and a shake of his head before he made his own ascent and forced himself through the small window.

Well, I couldn’t say I didn’t warn the dwarrow, but regardless, I hoped he was right. 

With Thorin safely inside the armory, the rest of the company disentangled themselves and stood warily alongside the building. 

“Did Nori mention the best way out of here?”  I voiced the thought that struck me suddenly.  “I know he said they were coming out that door at the bottom, but where are we going from there?” 

I looked around at the rest of the dwarrows.  It wasn’t like we were going to be inconspicuous with our newfound weaponry. 

“To the mountain, of course.”  Dori whispered, and I tried not to roll my eyes. 

“Yes, I know that part.  I was talking about how fourteen dwarves all carrying swords are going to sneak through Laketown without being noticed.” 

“We’ll manage.  It won’t be the first time for---”  Balin’s calm reassurance was interrupted by an ear-splitting crash from within the armory. 

We all stared at each other in horror for a moment before the sound of approaching footsteps sent us scrambling. 

Thorin.  I had a split second to worry before all hell broke loose.

“Run!”  Dori yelped, only to stop short when a guard came around the corner and put a pike to his throat. 

“Halt!”  He barked, motioning over his shoulder and drawing more guards over to us. 

“Keep yer head down an’ stay close.”  Dwalin hissed under his breath to me as we were pushed forward. 

I nodded once, watching as Fili maneuvered himself to flank me as the guards marched us around the corner and past the wagon we had all hidden behind a few minutes ago.  The armory door was ajar and the guards stopped us from going any further. 

One left us, peering through the door.  “We’ve got a group of the dwarves here, Davrel.  I assume they’re the companions of yours.” 

I rose up on my toes, trying to see past him into the building.  There had been no noise of a struggle once we had been apprehended, so I assumed there had been no choice but peaceful surrender. 

“Git down.”  Dwalin growled, catching sight of me trying to peer around him.  He twisted slightly so he could grab my shoulder and shove me back down. 

“Keep quiet!  Another word and I’ll be seeing which of you can swim.”  One of the other men who surrounded us threatened, looking directly at me. 

I looked away quickly, trying to subtly hide myself behind one of the larger dwarrows as my heart began to pound. 

Almost instantly, I found my mind wandering to what would happen if they found out I was a woman.  What they would do differently to me. 

The existence of dwarrowdames was a very closely guarded secret.  It had become apparent to me very quickly that they—I should say we—were rare.  And then Thorin had explained further the status given to their womenfolk because of that.  That we were treasured and were to be protected at all costs.

So for a human man to learn what I was….I had heard too many stories about the curiosity of men about women. 

A shudder went down my spine, and I suddenly found myself grateful that I’d had the foresight to change back into my original outfit before we left Bard’s house.  The skirt would have been a dead give-away as to my sex.  Not that there weren’t other obvious things about me that screamed ’female’.

While lost in my thoughts, I didn’t see the quick, subtle hand motions Dwalin made to the rest of the group, catching the eyes of those who didn’t see to make sure they did. 

Don’t let them know E. is woman.

A commotion in the armory had us all watching as the rest of our group was led out at swordpoint.  I restrained myself from trying to catch the first glimpse of Thorin, allowing myself to be shielded behind Dwalin as they were herded into our midst.

“Think that’s all of them?”  The last man out of the building asked to the guard who was leaning against the doorframe. 

He shrugged his shoulders, spitting onto the wooden walkway.  “Looks to be.  Sure are plenty of them.”

“Aye.  Won’t make the Master happy at all…”  He dropped his voice, the rest of his sentence unintelligible.  The other one grimaced, straightening up and grabbing hold of his pike.  “Move along, now!”  He ordered, and we were funneled down the boardwalk.

Dwalin was almost immediately grabbed by one of the guards, who kept a tight hold on his arm as if they expected him to make a fuss.  I drew back, trying to keep hidden in the middle of the crush. 

Fili had moved up in the group, arm wrapped around Kili, who was limping.  Obviously, his wound wasn’t just a mere scrape like Thorin had tried to play it off as. 

The further into the city we went, the more people were gathered.  Whispers followed us as we were led straight into the heart of the floating city.  Speculations as to who we were and what we were doing. 

And then, we were shoved through the crowd and before a towering building that loomed imposingly over the town and its occupants.

I was given a push that sent me stumbling, almost tripping over the uneven planks.  Strong hands caught me, steadying me against a familiar broad figure.  But just as quickly, Thorin released me, shooting a glare over at a man who I guessed had pushed me. 

“Thorin—”  I whispered, but he shook his head. 

“They cannot know what you are.  Stay silent and beside anyone but me.”  He murmured quickly, taking a step away from me and allowing Dwalin to take his place. 

I shivered as his warmth retreated.  Snowflakes were falling gently from the sky, heralding the beginnings of winter.  I didn’t fully understand why I couldn’t be associated with Thorin.  He was obviously trying to keep my sex hidden from our audience, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t stand at his side.

The place where I felt the safest in this town.

“What is the meaning of this?”  A new, irritated voice called out, and all eyes were drawn to the pair of men emerging from the building before us. 

“We caught ‘em stealing weapons, Sire.”  One of the guards spoke.

So this was the Master….This bloated, overfed man who so obviously rung this town dry of anything it could produce. 

“Ah!  Enemies of the state, huh?”  He peered out at us, pulling his fur-trimmed robe closer around him as a gust of wind blew through the square.

“A desperate bunch of mercenaries, if ever there was, Sire.”  The second man spoke in a drawl, prowling out from behind the Master like a cat.

Dwalin bristled.  “Hold your tongue!”  He strode forward, drawing all eyes onto him.  “You do not know to whom you speak.  This is no common criminal.  This is Thorin, son of Thrain, son of Thror!”  He introduced his friend as though we had reclaimed Erebor and ruled from it.  The names of Thorin’s forefathers rang in the crisp air.

Murmurs erupted from the crowd as Dwalin said the last one.

As I stood, watching Dwalin defend my husband, Thorin stepped past me, coming to join him in the middle of the circle.  Passing by his friend, Thorin inclined his head, exchanging a look before facing the Master. 

“We are the dwarves of Erebor.  We have come to reclaim our homeland.”  His deep baritone thrummed through the square, prompting a whole new round of excited mutters from the crowd.

Butterflies erupted in my stomach upon hearing those words spoken aloud for the first time.  Suddenly, everything seemed…real.  Like until this moment, this entire journey—and what we were planning to accomplish—didn’t exist. 

Thorin began walking, locking eyes with members of the crowd.  “I remember this town in the great days of old.  Fleets of boats lay at harbour, filled with silks and fine gems.  This was no forsaken town on a lake.  This was the center of all trade in the north!

“I would see those days return.  I would relight the great forges of the dwarves and send wealth and riches flowing once more from the halls of Erebor!”

The crowd cheered around us, and I watched as the Master exchanged a look with his black-robed companion.  But they were forgotten by all as Thorin gave the crowd hope for their future.

This.  This was who he was meant to be.  It was so easy for me to see how comfortable Thorin was in this situation.  The ease with which he spoke to these people who struggled to eke out their existence. 

He was no princeling brought up on tales of grandeur and riches.  He had fought tooth and nail to earn his position and do right by his people.  He had walked miles in the same shoes as these folk.  Thorin had always chosen the hard path over the easy. 

That is what earned the respect of these people around us.  Why they so easily warmed to him.  They recognized the kindred soul who understood their hardships.  Who was so different from their current leader who leeched off their hard labour for his gain.

Thorin met my eyes as I watched him from behind Gloin.  He smiled minutely, not giving away any hints to those around us who might be watching.

“Death!  That is what you’ll bring upon us!”  Bard’s voice rang through the air, and he shoved his way through the crowd, passing by me and stopping in front of Thorin.  “Dragonfire and ruin.  If you awaken that beast, it will destroy us all.”

Thorin stared him down for a heartbeat before he turned slowly back to the crowd.  “You can listen to this naysayer, but I promise you this; if we succeed all will share in the wealth of the mountain.” 

He was unruffled; confident in the crowd’s reaction to his words.  But there was still the oliphant in the room.

If.  The word we treaded so carefully upon.

“You will have enough gold to rebuild Esgaroth ten times over!”  Thorin boomed, and the crowd erupted again into cheers.

Balin leaned over to whisper in my ear, unable to keep from smiling.  “Laddie’s in his element now.”

“It’s in his blood.”  I murmured back.

Bard turned to look at the crowd, casting his gaze over them with furrowed brow.  Like he didn’t understand why Thorin’s promises were so well received. 

How could they not?  This was something straight out of a fairy tale—a king returning to reclaim his stronghold and the riches within.  I was willing to bet this was the first glimpse of hope these people had seen in a long while.

“All of you!”  Bard entreated.  “Listen to me, you must listen!  Have you forgotten what happened to Dale?  Have you forgotten those who died in the firestorm?  And for what purpose?” 

Women began to shake their heads, gazes cast down to the ground.  The men looked staunchly ahead; reliving the tales that had been passed down from their fathers.

Bard swung about to look back at Thorin.  “The blind ambition of a Mountain King, so driven by greed, he could not see beyond his own desire!” 

Thorin’s sapphire eyes turned ice cold; his jaw set as if he couldn’t trust himself not to speak out. 

The Master cleared his throat, reminding us all that he still existed and was watching this whole exchange.  “Now, now.  We must not, any of us, be too quick to lay blame.”  He shook his finger like he was telling off a naughty child.  “Let us not forget, that it was Girion, Lord of Dale, your ancestor, who failed to kill the beast!” 

“That’s the pot callin’ the kettle black, right there.”  Gloin muttered to Dori, who nodded. 

“Aye, he’s just as much at fault.”

Beside the Master, his lackey nodded sagely.  “It’s true, Sire.  We all know the story.  Arrow after arrow, he shot.  Each one missing its mark.”  He tsked sadly, managing to not look sorry at all while doing so.

“You have no right.  No right to enter that mountain.”  Bard’s voice was quiet as he looked down on Thorin.

Mutters ran through the dwarves.  I bit my lip, silently disagreeing with his words.  He did not understand what we had all gone through in order to reach this point.  What we had fought or outrun.  What demons we had battled in our minds.

And that was only on this quest.  What I knew about the fall of Erebor and all that happened afterwards only scratched the surface of what really went down.  The struggles that each and every one of these dwarves had faced.  How they had suffered and struggled to make a living hundreds of miles from where they had been born and raised.  I could never truly understand, having not been there that day.

Thorin met his gaze easily.  “I have the only right.”  He murmured, turning away from the man to address the Master.  “I speak to the Master of the men of the lake.  Will you see the prophecy fulfilled?  Will you share in the great wealth of our people?”

I fully expected the greed of the man to present itself instantly.  How could he turn away such riches?  But he hesitated, and my heart dipped in my chest. 

Thorin asked him again, voice deepening into a command.  “What say you?”

“I say, unto you….”  The Master swallowed hard before throwing his hands out wide, “welcome!  Welcome and rise!  Welcome, King Under the Mountain!” 

The crowd erupted into cheers.  Bard was the only person who seemed disappointed that the Master approved of Thorin.  He stood with his back to me so I couldn’t see his expression, but he certainly wasn’t cheering with the rest of the townsfolk. 

“Come!  Join me in celebrating your return and continued success on your journey!”  The Master invited, grinning broadly.  “Dine at my table before you set out for the mountain.” 

We all exchanged looks.  Balin shrugged.  “I’ve never been one to turn down a good meal, particularly now.”

“Probably a good bit of ale, too.”  Bofur chimed in, and with that, we filed up the stairs and into the Master’s house.

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[musette22]

Okay idk what’s in the air but Sebastian (and Chris, with the little we’ve seen of him) has been looking extra good lately, right? Like clear skin, bright smile—just all-around healthy and glowing, jeez

RE: my last anon about Seb *glowing* lately — I was specifically picturing the Letterboxd interview he did with Adam Pearson for ADM if this means anything, haha (2/2)

Absolutely!! Chris's look is obviously stunning, and from the little we've seen of him lately, I'd say he seems to be doing great, but yeah, Sebastian is particular has just been glowing lately, you're absolutely right! He's been travelling all over the place, working his cute little ass off, doing tons of interviews and photoshoots and premieres, and he must be a little tired sometimes, but if he is, you can hardly tell because he's just been looking so consistently incredible. He really seems to be in great spirits, smiling lots and acting pretty relaxed among all the mayhem, and just honestly looking prettier than ever??? It's so good to see 🩷 All the success and attention is really agreeing with him, clearly! And I love that for him 🥰🥰

[booksandabeer]

Quick thoughts on the Indie Spirit Awards to explain my yay! but also: huh? reaction:

Generally, a very chaotic set of nominations. very little overlap in the Big 3 categories (feature, director, screenplay)

I don't know what I'm more surprised by. That Sebastian made it in for TA instead of ADM or that he made it in and yet Jeremy Strong didn't? I 'd have thought that if (that's a really big IF because, you know, *gestures at everything* recent events) one of them was gonna make it in at all, my money would've been on Jeremy.

Similarly very surprised by the Ali Abbasi nomination.

Adam Pearson, fuck yeah!

I continue to be absolutely delighted for Aaaron Schimberg and the love for ADM. Also, props to them for nominating him in what I think is not only the most deserving but also the most promising category for this film: screenplay! Maybe now A24 will finally get off their asses after all and throw some might (and money!) behind ADM. Because--and I could be terribly wrong about this, we'll see as soon as next week when Critics' Choice, LA Film Critics and the sure to be messy AF Golden Globes nominations drop--it seems like the love for Queer just isn't there? I still don't know how Luca Guadagnino got them to pay $50 million for this. Controversial opinion maybe, but I simply don't think that Daniel Craig is actually a big enough star to make people want to go see him have gay sex and go on ayahuasca trips in the Ecuadorian jungle in a 1950s period piece. Like *I* certainly want to see that, but I don't buy tickets worth $50 million. Good for Luca, I guess, but what a headscratcher of a late acquisition when A24 already had The Brutalist, I Watched the TV Glow, A Different Man, AND Sing Sing (which is very good and Colman Domingo is wonderful in it) lined up for this year.

I really want to see A Real Pain, but it's not out here until January. Ugh.

[tosakamametchi]

Chemach has one of the most hardest desings ever

[bennydunbar]

one question : why Donkey

Peter with Ro back home (IM SORRY FUCKKK I DO SEE THE LIKENESS AHAHAHA)

an attempt was made my dear dear Benny

[the-kittens-of-vol-tron]

It's Just Pretend

Chapter 1: Hear Me Out!

Summary: Lance and Keith are fresh out of college. They are already "living" the post-graduate dream. Well paying jobs in their respective fields. Solid friendships, just one thing is getting in their way. They need an apartment as soon as possible. Everywhere they look goes with another couple.

An idea given by a friend leads these two boys into a fake engagement just to score an apartment.

They find an apartment quickly, but will the engagement stay fake forever?

AO3!

Word Count: 1,733

Hey everyone, I'm back with another random fic!

I've been wanting to write this for a while and finally started a month ago <3 (Shout out to @shirokeithpidgearemybesties for motivating me to write <3333)

Enjoy~

“Oh that’s fine, thank you for getting back with us,” Lance rubbed his eyes as the person on the other end of the phone apologized once more. “Have a good night.” He ended the call, leaning his head back with a groan.

“What did they say?” Keith asked in a knowing tone.

Lance cleared his throat, raising his voice an octave to match the person on the phone. “So sorry Mister McClain, but we rented the apartment to someone else.”

Keith rolled his eyes, “we make three times the rent combined! We were more than qualified.”

“Tough market I guess.” Lance slipped his phone back into his pocket, “I’m going to get a drink. Need anything while I’m out?”

Keith shook his head, reaching for his laptop. “I’ll be looking at some more places while you’re gone.”

Lance nodded, moving to grab his keys and slip his shoes on. “You’re the best man.” He unlocked the door, “be home later.” And while a mumbled goodbye he clicked the door closed and started down the hall.

---

He slammed his glass down, grimacing around the bitter liquid. “I just don’t get it, Adam. What are we doing wrong?!”

The bartender slid him another shot, grabbing his other glass. “Sounds to me like nothing.”

Lance groaned, resting his head on the cold wood. “We are freshly graduated, both make way more than the ��required’ renters amount. Is it because we’re young?! Do people think we’re party animals?!”

Adam shrugged as he started to polish some glasses. “Could be several things. It’s hard to say.”

“You’re no help.”

“I’m a bartender, not a real estate agent.” He placed the glass he was holding down. Grabbing a new one right after. “How much longer can you and your roommate stay in your current housing?”

“Another month max. It’s student housing, they’re going to kick us out once the semester starts.”

“Running out of time.”

Lance sighed. “It’s not like we haven’t been trying. Each one we applied to just gets taken right from under us.”

“Maybe it has to do with how you present yourselves,” Adam said with a bored expression.

Lance shook his head. “We always shower before and wear nice clothes. We make sure we look responsible and put together.”

Adam hummed. “Maybe they just want couples.”

“What?”

“Like married couples? Some studies have started to look at that.”

“They legally can’t discriminate like that.” Lance downed his other drink.

Adm shook his head. "They actually can." He stared at the other boy for a moment before sighing. "Look,” he placed the glass he was polishing down. Placing his hands on the countertop, the towel draped on his right shoulder. “I moved in with my fiance after our engagement. Our other friends did the same. So I’m not sure what your experience is but we didn’t have any place to turn us down. And neither did our friends.”

“Way to rub it in my face, I'm single.” He slid the cup to Adam. “If I ever get engaged I’ll keep that in mind.”

Adam grabbed his glass, “fake it.”

“What?”

“You and your roommate, fake it. Just for the sake of finding a place.”

Lance stared at his bartender. Slowly blinking a couple of times. “I’m sorry, did you get drunk instead? What are you saying?”

Adam sent him a small smile, “where did you get confused?”

Lance laughed. “My roommate would never be okay with that.” He stood, fishing for $20 out of his wallet. “We’ll find a place. By next week. We’ll have a place.”

---

One Week Later

“Any updates?” Adam slid two shots toward Lance and Hunk.

Hunk sent him a smile while Lance quickly downed his drink. “Two more rejections.”

Adam whistled, “New weekly record?”

“Ha ha, very funny.” Lance crossed his arms and rested them on the table. Dropping his head on them. “It's hopeless, we’re going to be homeless at this rate!”

“Take a breath man, you two will find something.” Hunk rubbed Lance’s back, trying to soothe his friend.

“Easy for you to say, you and Shay scored a place months ago,” Lance grumbled back.

“I don’t know what we did differently,” Hunk said. Sounding a bit exasperated. A conversation they had numerous times.

Lance looked at Adam who was giving him a knowing look. “Nope nope nope,” he lifted his head. Pointing his finger at the man behind the bar. “Don’t even suggest that again.”

“Suggest what?” Hunk asked.

“What does Shay have that neither you nor your roommate has?” Adam sent a smile toward Lance.

Lance mumbled out an answer.

“I’m sorry what?” Adam leaned forward slightly.

Lance sighed. “A ring.”

“Three for three,” Adam said, leaning back some while crossing his arms.

Lance sighed, “I need another drink.”

---

“No, absolutely not.” Keith crossed his arms, sending Lance a stern look.

“Come on mullet! It’s just pretending.”

Keith stared at his roommate, his face unchanged. “No.”

Lance threw his hands in the air in frustration. “It wouldn’t hurt to try.”

“I’m not pretending to be married to you.”

“Engaged.”

“Right…engaged. Because there is such a difference.” Keith scoffed.

“There is.”

They both fell into a stiff silence. Neither of them dared to break it. Lance chewed on his inner cheek, his hands fidgeting by his upper thighs. Keith stared at the floor, his feet hanging off his bed. Lance sighed, “Keith, buddy, my man. It could work, we can just try it-”

“No,” Keith slid off his bed. He moved to slip on his shoes. “Don’t bring that idiotic idea up again.” He left the room with a slam.

Lance sat on his bed and mumbled under his breath. “We’re never going to find a place.”

---

One Week Later

Keith stormed into the room, curses being sputtered quietly. Lance sat up, lifting his headphone off his right ear. “Yo, what got you pissed off?”

The other boy fished his phone from his pocket. Shoving it in Lance’s face. A rejection email meeting his blue eyes. Lance groaned. “We’re running out of options.”

Keith took his phone away and paced the room. His hands found a home in his hair. “We only have two weeks left, what are we going to do?!”

“Well-”

He stopped and pivoted towards Lance. “No.”

Lance raised his hands in the air, “I didn’t even say anything!”

“You were thinking about it.”

"Keith,” Lance stood from where he was laying. “What do we have to lose?”

“My pride,” he mumbled as he flopped on his bed. Sighing as he stared at the ceiling.

“You lost that long ago.”

Kieth scoffed. “When?”

Lance raised his eyebrows at him as if the answer was obvious. “Ah-hem. One word, six letters.”

“Stop-”

“M U L-”

“STOP!”

“L E T. MULLET-” Lance sat up from his bed, Keith following suit.

“I don’t have a mullet,” Keith ran his fingers through his hair. Yanking at the long locks, a groan of annoyance escaped his lips.

“Sure buddy,” Lance sent him a tense smile.

Keith dropped his hands, “how would it even work? Pretending to be…together.”

Lance giggled. “You don’t have to sound so scared of the idea.”

“I don’t like intimacy.” Keith crossed his arms over his chest. Trying to keep his posture stoic.

“Keith my man. My buddy,” Lance stood and took a couple of steps to his roommate's bed. Sitting down next to him, casually throwing his arm over his shoulder. He pulled him closer so his head was almost forced to rest on Lance’s shoulder. “It’s not real. That’s why it’s ‘fake.’ All we have to do is say we’re engaged, and make up some ‘this is where we met’ story. Which, we can say we met at in college-”

“We did,” Keith mumbled.

“See! One step is already done. You’re so smart.” Lance squeezed him tighter, raising his voice into a mushy tone.

“Lance!”

He laughed and loosened his hold. “We can use our actual friendships as the timeline for our relationship. Maybe get a fake ring for one of us and let me do the talking. No kissing, at least on the lips, and holding hands and hugs are the max we will do around others. It’s not torture, it’s just pretend.”

Keith didn’t reply, his breathing low and evening. He was mulling it over. Weighing the pros and cons as if his life depended on it.

“Take the night and consider it? I’m meeting Hunk for dinner.” Lance made his way to the door, grabbing his signature green jacket as he slipped his shoes on. “Later, Mullet.” He twisted the handle, reaching for his keys as he opened the door.

“We can try it.”

“Hm?” Lance froze, his eyes falling on Keith.

Keith sighed, his eyes burning the ground. “We can try it. But only for a week.”

Lance grinned. “See you later then…. Babe.” He closed the door, not missing Keith’s groan of regret.

---

“All of the appliances are brand new, top of the line. It comes with both a washer and a dryer. All utilities are included in the rent. Any pets are an additional $25 a month each and each apartment comes with two numbered parking spots. Any additional vehicles just need to park in the uncovered lot.” The girl, Nyma, stopped in the kitchen. Placing her binder on the white marble countertop.

“This is really…wow this is gorgeous.” Lance walked through the living room once more, leaving Keith in the kitchen. “Babe, what do you think about it?” He glanced toward Keith who was staring out one of the windows. “Baby?”

Keith’s eyes snapped to Lance, and a small blush formed on his face before he cleared his throat. “It’s perfect.”

Nyma looked between them, her eyes gleaming. “Are you two interested?”

Lance nodded excitedly as he made his way over to his friend. “My fiance and I have been looking for a place for months but none of them have come close to this.” He intertwined their hands together, his thumb unconsciously rubbing along the backside of Keith’s hand. Unaware of the tension Keith held in his body over the touch.

“How long have you two been together?”

Keith froze, but Lance took charge. “Four years together, but one year engaged.” He sent Keith a smile who nodded.

Nyma grinned, moving to open her binder. “Let me talk you through the application.”

They were approved that night.

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I'm aiming for a biweekly update, but I do work full time so I write when I have energy <3

I hope you liked it

Thank you for reading <33333

[littlemissidontcare]

Aw just show how not a supportive gf she can be. If she really care she would maybe make a solo post about it(but now after all of her actions i dont belive in her honesty but still) yet she throw his thing there in the middle of her fillers fill selfies and the same pic from set we already saw(doesnt she have anything else, she didnt record any ither scenes?) like its just one of many things she did. Not a support just quick attention grab to feed her ego. She shouldnt listen to delulu fans because she is losing touch with reality and she realy thing she did something for the movie, and now people in coments congrat her on adm and write they cant wait for her new project, like wtf, its not her movie and to be hones its taking away from real actors who work in this movie, from Renate, adam and seb, to what to give the attention to some sad z list actress? This is dissrespectful for people who create this movie, because her stories dont help, and she didnt do much more if not less than any fanpage on ig. Her desperation is really showing, and its sad

[anothersebastianblog]

I checked if ADM has a Canadian release date yet. Canadian theater chain Cineplex posted the trailer on its FB page, but doesn’t have it on its website yet. 😕 I found ADM premiering Sept 18 at Cinefest Sudbury, a small? film festival way up north.

tix.cinefest.com/websales/pages/info.aspx?evtinfo=889954~9f41d0d4-09fe-4216-ac02-5d27dc8a7af8&

Also found ADM on the U.S. AMC theater site. Apparently, AMC will be having a Q&A with Seb, Adam and Aaron, but their website makes it nigh impossible to find out the date and location because you have to enter your own location before it shows you anything.

amctheatres.com/movies/a-different-man-q-a-with-aaron-schimberg-sebastian-stan-and-adam-pearson-77991

A q&a with amc is great, hopefully more details soon for canada and brazil too

amctheatres.com/movies/a-different-man-q-a-with-aaron-schimberg-sebastian-stan-and-adam-pearson-77991

[deadplate-confessions]

vinecnt remdidns me fo adam murray and j ahte it all i thirnk ahour ir adm mdursy from vincent dea doalte

Confession #136!

[ submitted by Anonymous! ]