#amreality

[greenelight]

❝   so   i   hear   you   make   your   own   costumes.   ❞   mason   has   a   lot   of   respect   for   those   who   are   crafty   enough   to   create   their   own   things   ,   especially   since   he   could   never   fathom   having   the   patience   to   do   that   sort   of   thing   for   himself.   his   creative   talents   remain   with   the   piano   or   performing   on   stage   ,   but   to   be   able   to   create   something   with   your   own   hands   ?   yeah , that's   incredibly   amazing   in   his   eyes.   he   had   been   looking   for   a   costume   designer   for   their   upcoming   play   for   some   time   now   ,   but   no   one   seemed   up   for   the   job   or   even   interested   given   the   period attire   that   needs   to   be   made.   whispers   among   the   students   said   that   sienna   made   her   own   halloween   costume   not   that   long   ago   ,   so   he   figured   he'd   approach   her   on   the   subject when the opportunity struck.   it   doesn't   hurt   to   ask   ,   right   ?   the   worst   thing   she   could   say   is   no.

❝   costuming   is   a   talent   that   very   few   possess.   in   fact   ,   you   could   make   money   doing   something   like   that.   ❞   okay   ,   so   the   school   isn't   really   giving   them   a   lot   of   money   for   the   theatre   department   in   general   ,   but   he   will   do   his   best   to   ensure   his   stage   hands   are   paid   well in some way   &   not   with   a   damn   pizza   party.   ❝   you   ever   considered   doing   theatre   ,   sienna   ?   i   think   you   could   have   a   lot   of   fun   doing   that   &   honestly   ,   we   need   someone   to   help   make   costumes. i can't actually pay you , sadly , but it could be a fun thing for you ? you could meet some cool kids. make some friends.   ❞

˗ˏˋ     ᵒᵛᵉʳᵗᵘʳᵉ·     entering   the   stage   ﹕  @amreality   as   sienna   shaw.

[cinderellatype]

andromeda stands ankle deep in the icy, salty beach sand; white curls whipping around with the salt breeze. the others are cleaning up, removing those who had foolishly given their lives for a blind devotion to a thing that discarded them the moment they became useless.

a foot in front of the other. and she stands, shoulder to shoulder with flayn in front of the monument- a marker that would one day be swallowed up and erased by saltwater. andromeda carries herself with a quiet, solemn air in the whipping wind; at a glance it would seem that the familial namesake seemed to have returned to the land of the living.

briefly, andromeda's mind drifts to her mother. she can't help wonder if her mother's spirit is restless- buried far from her siblings, and her land of birth. andromeda and her father spent many hours at her mother's gravesite- she wondered if it caused worry to flayn's mother that they were so far apart.

baroness aina von glaes couldn't be interred in the glaes family mausoleum; on order of the church- so the baroness rested amongst the many blooming roses of the estate; at her favorite spot, under a tree she had brought and planted from her homeland. it was a far more fitting place for aina nakamura-glaes, than a granite and stained glass tomb that andromeda would probably, hopefully, only enter twice more while alive.

"your and s-sir seteth's mother is b-buried nearby, r-right?" andromeda turns to look at flayn. "i h-heard you get u-upset during th-the battle," she jerks her thumb over her shoulder at the mess behind them. "about them d-disturbing her r-rest. sh-shall we g-go and check o-on on her g-grave together?"

@amreality's flayn💖'd

[lastblues]

@amreality / sam larusso.

          HAZEL KNOWS SAM FROM AROUND SCHOOL.  she doesn't think she's ever spoken to her, though. it's not in a way where either of them seemed to personally avoid the other, their circles just didn't mix. that is until miguel diaz moved to town. miguel becoming friends with eli and demetri made him friends with hazel, who wasn't always with them but spent a good amount of her lunches at their table. then miguel started dating sam, got into a fight in the cafeteria, made a huge number of students sign up for cobra kai, and kicked off what hazel refers to in her mind as the great karate war. it's not a particularly creative name for it, but it gets the job done. she has no idea how bad it's going to get.

          hazel isn't exactly sure what compels her to speak to sam at moon's party. it's not like she actually thinks one friendship is enough to sway whatever fucking weird energy is here tonight, but she's a little buzzed and she's naturally friendly and sam seems like she's in an off mood. the cobra kai student approaches sam with a drink, something pink, and says, "hi! we've never, like, talked before really, but i thought---" she extends the drink toward sam, hazel eyes almost sparkling, she looks so pleased. "a peace offering. it's like... pink lemonade, i think? and vodka."

[ghoulsplay]

@amreality → ♡

   some days she missed the cyber cafe . . .   that atmosphere had emulated everything that was unique about herself and phineus ; everything that they loved they put into that space together. letting go of that business had been painful --- but the reality was that it was more painful stepping back into the building when all was said and done. one foot in the door and october felt like she couldn't breathe. the feelings she had about her safe place had been tainted. so she'd sold out, took the money and skipped town to start a new life for herself. in time, with that new life came a new business - october would say it was a smart financial move, but if one was to pull back the curtain they'd see how much she craved the semi normalcy that was her life prior to the video game. another cyber cafe was out - she could go the rest of her life without being around video games in any capacity - so she'd invested in a bar. it was casual and small, somewhat of a "townie" bar, and october liked it that way. it felt familiar to be behind the bar, only in a slightly different way. it was one of those quiet nights, the ones where she leaned against the bartop and read while waiting for a patron to need something. there were a handful of customers out on the floor, spread out between tables. only one person was seated at the bar, and october made her way back over to him, a small smirk settled on her lips. ❛ looks like you've got a lot on your mind, sweetie. we thinking we want to talk about it, or drink it out of our system ? ❜

[belasso]

funeral - phoebe bridgers featuring @amreality's john stoppard

" i keep havin' this dream where i'm screamin' underwater, while all my friends are wavin' from the shore. . . and now i dunno if i believe in those little hidden details people like to claim dreams have, but do you think there's any real meaning in that? "

[lncarnon]

“I’m glad you’re not holding a grudge.” wash to sharkface !!

Behind the helmet he remains stoney-faced, and might be more annoyed were it any of the sim. troopers saying this to him instead. Oh, he had held a grudge for a long-fucking-time. Enough so to lament over their mishaps for the last few years and try to kill everyone involved. He might have succeeded, were he any less blinded (hah) by his anger.

His fight with Carolina proved more than potent proof.

"You saying that because I almost killed you, or what."

[wantsflight]

a caller arrives in the form of @amreality.

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

[senstrike]

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

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

[fyrewalks]

@amreality hit the heart for a starter!

The music filling Mav's kitchen is comfortable, familiar. It's the same songs his mom would play on the weekend during the few hours she carved out for cleaning before baseball games and trips to the park kept them out. Comforting as it might be, there's no ignoring the tension that lies beneath it.

They lapsed into silence thirty minutes ago and neither has tried to break it. Not even to sing along.

Reaching over the table, Bradley shuts off the music. "I appreciate you inviting me over," he starts before trailing off. "But I should probably go." Honestly, he isn't sure why he hasn't. There's nothing stopping him from leaving. Nothing but foolish hope, at least.

[everrot]

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

starter call for @amreality !

[therelentless]

from guillermo, this is so funny

{ @amreality ;;

but what if they go out to see the horses? what if he teaches him how to ride a horse? what if he teaches him all he knows about horses? what if they got a horse.

that would just leave them with 1 empty box.

[senstrike]

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

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

[greenelight]

it's   nice   when   they   can   find   a   moment   to   just   relax   like   this   ,   rather   then   steal   brief   moments   behind   the   curtains   during   working   hours.   of   course   ,   now   that   it's   nearing   the   end   of   the   day   ,   the   exhaustion   is   setting   in   &   mason   feels   rather   cozy   leaned   up   again   paul   as   they   sit   on   the   couch   ,   talking   about   their   day   &   trying   to   figure   out   what   movie   they   wanted   to   put   on   the   television.   it's   so   simple   &   so   mundane   ,   but   its   perfect   for   two   people   who   are   otherwise   usually   pretty   busy   &   as   paul   begins   to   flip   through   the   list   of   movies   to   find   something   they   may   both   like   ,   mason   finds   himself   snuggling   in   a   little   closer   into   his   arm   ,   eyes   drooping   more   &   more   until   finally   ,   he   can't   help   but   fall into a slow & comfortable sleep.

paul   is   strong   &   warm   &   the   perfect   person   to   lean   on   ﹙   literally   ﹚   ,   so   he   couldn't   really   be   blamed   for   sleeping   on   him   like   this.   of   course   ,   it   doesn't   stop   the   guilt   that   hits   him   when   he's   woken   up   with   a   start   when   he   realizes   what   he   did   ,   looking   up   at   the   photographer with a worried expression   ,   but he didn't   seem   upset at all.   in   fact   ,   he   looked   like   he   was   enjoying   himself   watching   mason   sleep.   ❝   it's   okay   if   you   fall   asleep   on   me   ,   ❞   he   reassures   the   actor   ,   causing   mason's   cheeks   to   turn   into   a   dark   shade   of   red.   jeez   ,   some   boyfriend   he   is   ,   huh   ?   falling   asleep   when   he's   trying   to   spend   time with him.   he   feels   terrible   ,   but   at   least   paul   isn't   mad   at   him.   ❝   sorry   ,   i   guess   i'm   way   more   tired   than   i   realized.   ❞   mason   yawns   ,   moving   slightly   as   if   he   plans   to   sit   up   ,   but   he   still   can't   manage   to   tear   himself   away   ,   much   too   comfortable   where   he   is.   ❝   maybe   we   should skip   the   movie   &   just   .   .   .   sit   here   ?   i   didn't   see   you   all   day   &   this   .   .   .   this   feels   really   nice.   ❞   another   yawn   ,   mason   now   clinging   to   the   tall   man   ,   smiling   as   his   eyes   slowly   fall   shut   once   again.   ❝   you're   an   excellent   pillow   ,   paul.   soft   .   .   .   &   so   sweet   .   .   .   ❞

˗ˏˋ     ᶤᶰᵗ·     paul’s   apartment   ﹕   flirting   prompts.   co   -   starring  @amreality   as   paul   prior.

[lncarnon]

i didn't know you could do that. / madeline to dreadwing

The machine towering above her smaller form and says nothing, initially. He isn't sure what to even reply with as he hadn't expected to be seen nor to have to talk to any unwitting witness. Great, really. Fortunately for her, his days of simply squashing an inconvenience are long behind him though the thought does filter in for a brief moment. Death generally creates more problems than the action is worth.

"And it will be our secret," he replies, glad that the airfield is otherwise empty. How did she even get in here?

[wovetalesarc]

˗ˏˋ     ᵈʳᵃᶠᵗ·     dear   marta cabrera   ,   let   me   get   a   good   look   at   you.   |   sincerely ,  @amreality   as  benoit blanc.

&   once   again   ,   sherlock   has   reunited   with   his   watson   ━━   an   inevitable   duo   that   always   managed   to   cross   paths   regardless   of   where   life   takes   them.   marta   recently   read   about   blanc's   last   case   regarding   miles   bron   &   it   felt   good   to   know   that   he   adjusted   so   well   after   the   pandemic   truly   shook   their   worlds   ,   forcing   them   to   remain   locked   inside   for   an   indefinite   amount   of   time.   blanc   never   struck   her   as   someone   who   could   really   stay   in   one   place   for   too   long   without   going   insane   ,   so   she was happy   to see him   working   &   doing   well   to   continue   to   make   a   name   for   himself.   she   herself   has   become   a   sort   of   big   name   too   ,   handling   harlan's   publishing   company   on   top   of   adjusting   to   her   new   life   of   luxury.   marta   still   struggles   with   all these new responsibilities added to her life   ,   but   at   least   she   doesn't   struggle   alone   ,   having   moved   in   her   mother   &   sister   into   the   mansion   once   covid   began   &   ever   since   then   ,   they   just   sort   of   stayed   there . honestly   , marta's   glad   for   it.   the   mansion   felt   so   lonely   now   that   harlan   was   gone   &   she's   found   herself   with   few   friends   &   even   less   ever   since   she   inherited   harlan's   fortune.   seeing   blanc   was   more   than   just   a   treat   ,   it   was   a   godsend   ━━   finally   ,   a   friend   she   could   spend   time   with & who won't try to haggle money out of her.

marta   smiles   as   she   stands   straight   with   her   arms   outstretched   slightly   ,   giving   the detective   a   small   twirl   as   she   showcases   the   dress   she   chose   for   the   occasion.   catching   marta   in   a   dress   or   any   formal   wear   is   rare   considering   she   so   often   enjoys   her   colorful   pants   &   sweaters   ,   but   she's   been   trying   to   spice   up   her   wardrobe   a   bit   ,   wanting   to   try   something   different   for   once   &   maybe   to   also   appease   her   mother   who   always   wants   her   &   her   sister   to   dress   in   something   more   ❛   eye   catching.   ❜   her   mother   so   wants   her   to   find   a   husband   ,   but   honestly   ,   that   couldn't   be   furthest   from   her   mind.   ❝   am   i   doing   a   good   job   playing   the   part   of   a   millionaire   ?   ❞   she   teases   ,   though   she   prays   he   says   no.   even   with   all   these   changes   ,   she   wants   to   remain   humble.   ❝   you've   been   keeping   yourself   busy   ,   blanc.   i'm   happy   for   you.   how's   phillip   by   the   way   ?   you   still   need   to   introduce   me   to   him   soon.   i   would   love   to   try   this   homemade   sourdough   you   keep   mentioning   he   makes. ❞

[cinderellatype-a]

im on the wrong blog but i did this for ashe

"there i-is a marriage proposal on the way t-to your h-house right now."

andi bingo! // @amreality