#landline trivia

[swaprandaljade]

SWAP! RANDAL JADE / BLUEIVER TRIVIA (HCS)

This is all for funsies, and for those who are liking the blog so far, now you're getting cheeky little trivia for your FAVORITE blue moron. Have fun :] -☎️

Randal has a very specific aesthetic core and style of clothes they wear.

They have very bad commitment issues, thus why they haven't been in a long-term relationship, Randal also tends to be pushy and needy and isn't very observant of some boundaries.

Randal wants to start testosterone or estrogen but doesn't have the funds to pay for it. Though, their therapist has recommended it several times to help with their body dysphoria.

If you catch Randal outside of the cinema, they will do the Bigfoot Pose (tm).

Despite what they say, they're starved of all kind of interaction; that's why they put up with the anons instead of ignoring them.

Randal has mentioned the other swapped characters before but I'll use this chance to specify to you who is swapped with who; Randy is swapped with Oliver, Karen is swapped with Jerry, Norm is swapped with Bigfoot, Little Billy is swapped with the ghost twins, Mingus is swapped with Hobo, Mr. Dickens is swapped with Gabby, Callum is swapped with Marla, whilst Gingi is generally the same despite physical appearance and attitude. The reason Gingi hasn't been swapped with another character is because, well, they're the customizable protagonist you play as, I didn't see a real need to change them too much.

Gingi (or the one we know, in this universe) isn't one-of-a-kind, as their species are actually quite common in this timeline. And, I mean, so are dinosaurs; so is that really a surprise?

Randal is very good friends with Jerry. (Hey ranjerry fans..)

OK that's all 👍

[delphi-shield]

OLD FOLKS HOME ↪ age gap hcs

the people you love & the shit they do that reminds you of the dreaded Gap (tm). characters included: leon kennedy, chris redfield, jill valentine, claire redfield, rebecca chambers no warnings to speak of. remember kids, if you're gonna date people in their 30s and 40s, you're gonna have different cultural contexts and, most likely, different senses of humor.

Leon is eight levels of irony deep. He started doing Old Guy Shit just to mess with you, and now it's all come full circle. 

It turns out he actually likes watching the weather channel. He’s monitoring storms that are miles and miles away from you, pointing out the feeder bands like it’s some kind of sporting event. 

He's genuinely invested in Ice Road Truckers. He asks you to TiVo it for him when he's gone. You do not have TiVo. In fact, you're pretty sure no one still has TiVo. 

Or you were, until Leon once again committed to the bit and got TiVo.

Really, genuinely annoying about old movies, actors, and directors.

”What do you mean you don’t know who Robert Redford is? The Candidate? Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid? C’mon. He was even in an episode of The Twilight Zone. You’ll know him when you see him.”

At least you get movie dates out of it.

Movie dates that he will pepper with trivia about the film, by the way. You don't need the commentary track. He is the commentary.

I'm so, so sorry about this. 🤪 is his favorite emoji. I know. I'm sorry.

Chris cannot fucking hear. To be honest, I think most of them have some degree of hearing loss - but Chris in particular seems to have very subjective hearing loss.

Yes, you were just having a full-fledged conversation. No, he didn’t hear you ask him to take out the trash. He didn’t forget, he just didn’t hear you. Sorry, you were standing on his right - come on, you know that’s his bad side.

Explains basic technology to you because he’s not sure if you know what it is. Then, in the same breath, crams in so many military acronyms he may as well be reciting the alphabet. Does not explain the acronyms.

Like, yeah, Chris. I know what a landline is. Dial-up internet, too. Now, what the fuck is an ORE?

Have you ever gotten ‘ok’ in response to a nude? You’re about to. Completely demoralizing, by the way.

He didn't know you wanted him to compose a poem dedicated to your beauty, okay? He tries to get better, but winds up sending shit like 'wow 👍'

Does the dad thing where he insists he's not interested in watching what's on TV and then stands with his hands on his hips in the middle of the living room, enthralled by the show.

Jill does not understand your music. She will not make an attempt to understand your music. If you see her tapping her foot to the beat, no you do not. She is not interested in expanding her musical horizons.

She only bought you tickets to that concert because she knew you would love it. She only went with you because you’re cute when you’re so into this stuff. She only bought that t-shirt because it would be a good souvenir, and eventually, a good grease rag.

Generalized distrust of social media. Do not show her a tiktok. She will ignore the video and lecture you about data safety. Jill, please. Just watch the fucking cat video.

And then she turns around and opts in to literally everything on the McDonald's app.

If there’s a rewards program, she’s in. Already sold. Didn’t even read the fine print. All that shit she was telling you about how you need to be more careful is right out the window for some free fries.

Anything for the thrill of a good deal. If she had more time on her hands, she would be couponing.

Buys in bulk. No, it doesn't matter if the two of you could not physically eat that much rice. It's cheaper to buy it like this. It's fine. It's good for you.

Gotta stock up on non-perishables, too. You gotta be prepared in case something happens. "Better to have it and not need it than to need it and not have it."

Claire cannot stop shopping from QVC. She's in the kitchen with David. It Takes Two with Mary and Sandra? Wrong. It actually takes three. Mary, Sandra, and Claire.

Infomercials have got her by the throat. You have so many gadgets and gizmos around your home that are just collecting dust.

Gets wine drunk and goes online shopping. Legitimately does not remember what she’s bought.

Absolutely will not let you open the packages. (“Some of this stuff could be for you, you know.” “Claire, last time it was a 10,000 count package of googly eyes.” “And I used all 10,000. You still haven’t found them all.”)

Uses every piece of technology until it’s about to fall apart. Absolutely not interested in having the latest and greatest. She’s one of those people who insists that as long as her phone can make calls and send texts, she doesn’t need a new one.

Speaking of texts. Somehow, she got it into her head that a read receipt is equivalent to a reply. She doesn't get what the problem is. You know she saw your text. Why does she have to reply?

Genuinely doesn't mean anything malicious by it - but also, if you did that to her, you would never hear the end of it.

Rebecca legitimately has facebook humor. They all have some degree of facebook humor, but she's got it the worst. 

Will blow up your notifications tagging you in shit that is just straight up not funny. I’m talking full on tagging you with “😂😂😂”

Unironically sent you a minion meme once.

It's not that she's disconnected. She teaches undergrads. She knows what’s in, even if it’s only from the periphery. It’s just that she doesn’t care. She has no interest in keeping up with trends just for the sake of it. She’s so used to being the youngest person in the room and having to keep up expectations that she just absolutely does not care anymore. She's glad she's not one of the kids anymore.

If it made her laugh it made her laugh, her enjoyment isn’t shackled by feelings of shame!!

If you have a group chat on any platform with your friends please invite her. She's just happy to be included. She'll make a discord if she has to, and she'll brag about it to her students.

Yeah, she says pupper and doggo. She does. Look at her.

[slxsherr]

Softer Than Shadow

pairing: charlie walker x fem!reader

summary: you make a better victim, so charlie rewrites his movie. jill doesn't have to know.

wc: 2239

warnings: fem!reader, cursing/swearing, underage drinking, descriptions of violence, mentions of blood, mentions of drugs, hospital description, thigh riding, public sex, unprotected sex (p in v), creampie

a/n: yo this one kinda actually has a plot?? forgot i could do that lol

When Kirby had invited everyone over to her house after Gale Weathers was attacked at Stab-A-Thon, you didn’t expect for the deadly night to continue. Robbie’s incessant worrying over possibly being arrested for simply hosting the event where the sheriff’s wife was attacked was only made worse after Trevor showed up uninvited. 

You’re the only one drunk enough to follow Robbie outside, not wanting to witness Charlie and Kirby flirt after Jill and Trevor separated themselves from the group, looking for evidence to find out who invited Trevor. Distracting yourself from what’s going on inside is easy, laughing at Robbie’s drunken attempts to get his stream going. You ignore the aching feeling in your chest when he tells his audience about Charlie and Kirby, downing the rest of your drink. 

Switching to a new school senior year is hard, but Kirby and her friends were nice enough to include you in their group. It just sucked that the only guy you were interested in was madly in love with someone else. You’re brought back to the moment when Robbie runs face first into a hanging plant, laughing cruelly at his pain. It’s not until you feel a knife stabbing through your left shoulder that you stop laughing. 

The cry you let out when Ghostface pulls the knife out is pathetic, and you quickly fall to your knees in pain, holding a hand over the bleeding wound. When you realize the killer left you to run after Robbie, you quickly rise to your feet and make your way around the house. You can hear footsteps following you, and you speed up, turning the corner to see Sidney, Jill, and Kirby all at the entryway.

“Run!” You yell, drawing their attention to you and the killer following behind you. 

Jill and Sidney run upstairs, but you follow Kirby further into her house, not trusting yourself and steps. Kirby tries calling 911 on the landline, but it’s dead and the line goes dead every time you try on her cell, having lost your own either in her couch or backyard. The two of you run into Sidney, who tells you she got through on her cell and that Jill should be safe. Kirby leads all three of you to a safe room in her house, locking the door behind her. 

“Kirby, let me in!” Charlie says, pounding on the glass of the door, smearing blood across the window panes. “No, no, no. I just found Robbie, this is his blood. Please!” He begs when Kirby hesitates to open the door. 

“If you can’t trust him, don’t open the door,” Sidney says, knowing exactly how Kirby feels.

“There is someone else out here, let me in! Oh, my God, let me in! Please!” He says, pounding harder on the glass, looking between Kirby and whoever else is outside. 

“I’m sorry, Charlie,” Kirby says, backing away from the door, and you wish you could let him in, but before you can consider the option for too long Ghostface appears behind him. 

The three of you can only watch as Charlie is bound to a patio chair, Kirby’s ringtone blaring through the air as the killer calls from Charlie’s phone. Sidney leaves to find Jill, leaving you and Kirby to keep Ghostface on the phone while she’s gone. You can hear your own heart pounding in your ears as Kirby answers the horror movie trivia asked over the phone. Both of you panic when she answers a question wrong, but calm down when she’s offered another question. 

Kirby lists off answers before Ghostface can even finish the question, knowing she’d answered correctly when she’s met with silence. The two of you rush outside to undo Charlie’s bindings, ripping off the duct tape and spewing apologies. Quickly, you all make your way back inside the house, but stop abruptly when Kirby is stabbed in the stomach by a familiar figure in the darkness. Ghostface twists the knife, and all you can do is watch Kirby fall to the ground and follow Charlie as he leads you away. 

You don’t realize you’re back in the house until you run into Charlie’s back, eyes widening when you see blood seeping through his shirt. Sidney comes downstairs, and as the killer focuses on her you drag Charlie with you further into the house. You make it into the kitchen and open the pantry door so that the two of you could hide inside, but jump back when a bound Trevor falls onto the floor in front of you. Before you can even think to help him, you feel something hit your head, and everything goes black as you fall unconscious to the floor. 

The sound of sirens is what wakes you, but you’re barely able to register anything else as you’re lifted onto a stretcher. You’re in and out of consciousness the whole ride to the hospital, but only fully awake later that night. The hospital room is half-lit, machines tracking your vitals beeping, IV needle stuck in your hand, and a curtain dividing the room in two. Your heart rate spikes, alerting the other patient in the room that you’ve woken up. 

The curtain barely moves as Charlie approaches you, his own IV and machines following behind him, cooing at you as you begin to cry in an attempt to soothe you. You sit up fully, wrapping your arms around his waist and hiding your face in his chest as you cry, unable to see the out of place smile stretching across his face. He holds you in his one-armed embrace, his left arm in a sling to relieve his wounded shoulder, happy that you seek comfort in him without question. 

“Shh, it’s gonna be okay, you’re okay,” he says as you begin to calm down. “You’re safe,” he reassures you when you pull away from him. “Can I sit with you?” He asks, and you quickly nod and lift your blanket as you scoot over in your bed for him to join you. 

“What happened? I don’t remember anything after you were stabbed and I think I passed out from blood loss,” you ask, fiddling with the scratchy hospital blanket that covers both of your lower bodies nervously as you wait to find out who was behind the mask. 

“Well, it turns out Jill and Trevor were the ones killing everyone. Pulled a real Bonnie and Clyde on us,” he chuckles, trying to relieve some of the tension, earning only a weak smile from you. “Jill shot me, but Sidney stopped her, and I was able to stop Trevor from finishing you off too,” he lies, knowing he’d be the only one to know what really happened.

“You saved my life,” you say, staring at him in awe.

“I only did what anyone else would’ve done,” he says, feigning modesty.

“No, you saved me. Someone else would’ve just watched or saved themselves,” you say, guilt gnawing at you as you think of how you and Kirby could only watch as Charlie was tied up by Ghostface.

“Maybe, hey, why the long face?” He asks, seeing the remorse in your teary eyes. 

“I’m so sorry,” you begin to cry again, hiding your face in his uninjured side. “I’m so sorry me and Kirby didn’t let you in, I’m sorry you got hurt protecting me,” you sob, your tears soaking through the thin hospital gown. 

“Shh, it’s okay. That doesn’t matter, we’re both alive and that’s all that matters, okay?” Charlie reassures you, his arm snaking around your waist as your sobs turn to sniffles. “Kirby’s with Sidney in the ICU. The doctors think they’ll both be waking up soon,” he says once you’ve calmed down again.

“Really?” You ask, surprised by the news. 

“Yeah, Dewey told me when he came by earlier,” he answers, unbothered by the news since neither of them knew the true extent of his involvement in the night’s events. 

“That’s good,” you say, beginning to separate yourself from Charlie’s side, now knowing the girl he’s in love with is still alive.”I’m sorry, did I hurt you? Are you okay?” You ask, seeing his face scrunch up in pain as you move away. 

“No, I’m fine. Painkillers are probably just wearing off,” he answers, shifting into a more comfortable position, moving closer to you in the small hospital bed. 

“I can call the nurse,” you offer, looking around for the remote.

“No, it’s fine. They should be coming by soon anyways,” he lies, knowing they won’t be checking in for another hour at least. 

Neither of you say anything for a moment, simply sit together in the silent room, beeping from the machines fading into the background. You’re not sure if it’s the medications, or the fact that you almost died, or if it’s because of how close you are to Charlie, but your mind is going haywire. Torn between wanting to scream, cry, and confess your feelings for him, feelings that have only intensified after finding out that he saved you, you unconsciously choose the latter, words already tumbling past your lips before you can stop them. 

“Charlie, I think I’m in love with you,” you say, blinking slowly at him. “Love is a bit much, actually. But I like you, a lot,” you say when his eyes widen in shock, lips parted as he tries to think of something to say. “I know you and Kirby have like, a thing, but I just wanted to tell you in case we almost die again.”

“Can I tell you something?” Charlie asks, finally saying something and you answer with a nod. “Me and Kirby really don’t have anything on, it’s just a running joke. I’ve actually been asking her for advice to ask you out,” he explains, looking away to feign embarrassment. 

“Oh,” is all you say, taking in the information. 

“Oh?” He prompts you, but you don’t say anything else. 

Instead, your gaze flickers from his lips to his eyes, and before you can overthink, you lean in to kiss him. His lips are chapped, and you’re sure yours are too, both of you dehydrated from running around all night. It’s fervent, stealing your breath away as he deepens the kiss, holding you close to him with his right arm. You feel dizzy, parting your lips to let him lick into your mouth, trying to match his energy. 

There’s only so much room on the small hospital bed, and you end up straddling Charlie’s thigh. The whimper you let out is barely muffled by his mouth when he forces you to sit, only the thin hospital gown separating your bare cunt from his leg. He’s moving you along his thigh, the friction stimulating your clit and soon you’re moving on your own, hip seeking pleasure as your hole begins to leak. He breaks the kiss, instead sucking and biting at the sensitive skin of your neck, marking you, focusing on your stifled moans that only he can hear.

“Charlie, the nurses–” you whisper, breathing heavily when Charlie interrupts you.

“Don’t worry about them, we’ll be quick,” he reassures you. 

Before you can reply, he’s reaching behind you to untie your gown, clumsily undoing the snap buttons on the sleeves to pull the offending fabric off, throwing it aside. He grabs your hand, spitting in your palm and wrapping your fingers around his length, guiding your hand’s movements as he fully hardens from your touch. It makes your stomach twist in want, watching the purple head leak pre and listening to his dulcet moans. 

Growing impatient, you straddle his hips, lining him up with your entrance and slowly sinking down until your ass meets his thighs. Thick cock stretching you out, you can only hold onto the hem of his hospital gown, not wanting to reopen any of his wounds. You move slowly, doing your best to hold back your noises, but Charlie lets his out without care, hand gripping your ass and moving you faster. 

“Wait– Charlie!” You squeal, his hips meeting yours, and you swear you can feel him in your guts. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans, loving how you bite your lip and furrow your brow in an attempt to silence yourself. 

“Hah! Please, please,” you beg, but you’re not sure what for, feeling his thumb press roughly on your clit.

Your rhythm falters as he rubs circles on the sensitive nub, your orgasm building quickly. You screw your eyes shut tightly as you reach your peak, stars dancing behind your eyelids as you clench around him. Only whimpers fall past your lips, still holding back your noises in fear of the nurses, but Charlie’s cursing is barely hushed, rutting his hips up as finishes inside you, your walls milking him too tightly for him to pull out. 

He lets you slump against him, your head resting on his uninjured shoulder as your breathing slows, falling asleep on top of him. He’s not surprised you tired out so quickly, he hit your head pretty hard earlier. A content smile stretches across his face as he watches you doze in his arms peacefully, ignoring your injured shoulder, caused by his knife earlier in the night. He hated hurting you, and he hated to see you hurt, but if it meant he could have you like this, he could handle a few cuts and bruises. You are his perfect victim after all.

[ipreferthebabadook]

@ofsonofthesheriff

{Life. It sure had a way of kicking you in the ass, at times. Then again, so did family, for that matter. My dad was long gone. I didn't have much contact with him, once he walked out on us. My sister bailed on me, too, which left me feeling confused and resentful. All I had left was my occasional mom, who left on lengthy "business trips," and I barely heard from her once that happened. She called them business trips, but I'm sure it was just her excuse to be fucking around with some guy. Tag it up to the new "flavor of the month." I thought with a roll of my eyes as I placed the order for the Chinese food I had promised Wes I would call in. Once I ended the call, I shot Wes a text letting him know the food was ordered, so he could pick it up on his way here for our planned movie night. Honestly, if it wasn't for Wes, and my other friends too, I could pretty much guarantee I'd be even more of a hot mess than I already am. I thought with a scoff as I retrieved a couple of plates from the cabinet; setting them down onto the kitchen island, before then making my way to the fridge, so I could grab us a couple of sodas or something. Normally Amber, Chad, Mindy, and the others joined Wes and I for movie nights, but Chad and Mindy had some family thing to go to tonight, and Amber was uncharacteristically busy, which just left Wes and I. I didn't mind though. It would actually be kinda nice to just have an evening alone with Wes, since I couldn't even remember the last time it was just the two of us hanging out. I thought to myself with a slight smile as I finished getting out everything I needed for our dinner. No sooner placing the silverware and napkins down though when I heard the landline ring. Usually I didn't bother to answer the landline when it rang. I mean, when it did, it was typically either someone for my mom, or some solicitor. Anybody who wanted to talk to me knew to just call or text me on my cell. Still, in spite of my instinct not to answer the phone, I stupidly did so anyway. Just as expected it was some Charlie guy calling for my mother. Another fuck buddy, I assumed... Why the hell not. I thought with an eye roll as I assured him I'd give her the message, but surprisingly, the call didn't end there. This guy must really be into my mom if he was making small talk with her daughter. What a tool. I thought to myself as he continued to yammer on about how proud my mom allegedly was of me. Oh yeah, mother of the year right there. I thought with another eye roll, but found a chill move through me when the conversation shifted to horror movies. What a creep. I thought as an eerie feeling moved through me. No, something was really off here. I thought as I hung up on the guy. I jumped and let out a yelp when it immediately rang again, but what was worse was a text I received from "Amber" telling me to answer my landline. How the hell did she know it was ringing? Nope. Not Amber. Someone apparently took her phone.

Like a sheep going to the slaughter, I played his Stab movie trivia game. Personally, I thought it was total bullshit, but I had no choice since he threatened the life of my best friend. I fell for his tricks, and next thing I know, he's at my fucking front door in a Ghost Face costume with a knife in hand; threatening to gut me like a fish. I was terrified. Never so afraid in my whole life. Given that I was weak after the first connection with his blade to my abdomen area, I knew he might just end up getting his wish to gut me. I fought back... I fought as hard as I could, but between the rapid blood loss I was experiencing from the multiple areas he had managed to stab me, as well as the throbbing pain in my lower leg, that I feared was broken after he forcefully slammed his foot down onto my bone, I was crawling too slowly to get away. Between my building terror and tears, my volume was barely audible as I called out for help. Knowing nobody could probably hear me, or my screams, but I could at least try. I had previously pressed the code on my phone to summon the police, but it was impossible to say if they'd arrive in time; especially when I could feel my end was rapidly approaching. Another pained yelped left me, as he yanked me back by my hair, forced me to roll over onto my back, and as the tears rolled down my face like fountains, I begged him for my life} Please! Please don't do this! Just let me live, please! I'm just a kid! I'm too young to die! Please! {I cried out through pleading sobs. If that made me a coward, oh well. I couldn't fucking care less, at this point in time. I thought to myself as he held the knife high above me. He was taunting me. This was a game to him. A sick game, but regardless, I was fairly certain that this was where he finished me off. Why though? I had to wonder. Why me? My body trembling with fear as my cries continued ringing out. My pleading obviously a lost cause, so the only hope I had was for someone to hear my screams to help and come to my aid before it was too late}

[thekillingjoke-haha]

Our Scream Queen

Part I: First Bloodshed

Summary: Bill and Stu realize they have a big fucking problem when they aren't the only killers on the loose and their target screamer is someone else's prize,Sidney Prescott.

Warning ⚠️: Blood,Gore,Death,Hinted pedophilia,cursing,threats,Grade A+ Police work, no poof read

"Slasher talking" "Normal Talking" "Unknown talking"

'Written '

Cast, I[here] II III IV V VI VII VII VIII IX X

The phone ringing was the only sound in that large house. It was Tuesday. Just a day before Casey Becker got a similar call that ended her life...the first was made out to a blonde male named Greg Stephens.

Greg Stephens the football jock of Woodboro High School with girls falling off of his arm at ever waking moment. Currently he was at home with his little brother relaxing downstairs with him. He stood up from the sofa his arm moving away from around his little brother who sat next to him to go answer the landline. "Hello?Stephens' residents." He said as his brother still watched the movie they rented from the video store earlier that day. "I'm sorry is Peter there? He gave me this number." A male voice crackled on the other end. "Unless you're talking about pete who's ten years old I think you got the wrong number." He hung up the landline about to walk back when it rung again.

"Hello?" The same voice said. "You got the wrong number guy." Greg said with a roll of his eyes. "Wait don't hang up!" He said almost sounding panicked. "Why the hell not?" The jock folded his arms leaning against the wall dividing the hallway from the living room. "I want to talk to you for a minute. You said you were a Stephens. You don't happen to be Greg right?" They asked with a chuckle and the star athlete felt his chest swell with pride at being recognized from name alone. He started to walk a bit further away from the TV deeper into the hallway. "Do I know you? What's your name?" Greg asked looking down at his socked feet not noticing the shadow that just pasted the front door light. "I had to guess yours come on make this fun guess mine." The voice said full of jovial teasing. "Fine...Scott?" He guessed thinking it was the frontline men. "Wrong. Guess again."

"Tyler?" He hummed the light of the TV hitting his back, his little brother letting out a scream when he got scared at the movie, causing him to roll his eyes at his skittish behavior. "Wrong again, and what was that noise?" The caller asked. "My stupid little brother, he gets so scared at these shitty scary movies." He said as he peaked behind him, seeing his brothers with his head under the covers on the couch. "Awe, scary movies aren't all that bad. What's your favorite?" They asked. "I thought I was the one asking questions?" The quarterback pushed his blonde hair out of his face. "Well, you clearly suck at that game, so I'm giving you an easier one... a trivia game of sorts." The voice said some shuffling on the other line.

Once the movement stopped, the game really began. "So what's your favorite?" Greg thoughts about it for a moment before answering. "Halloween ya know with Michael Myers." A hum of agreement came through the receiver. "That's a good one. The big ass stalker is just out of frame." Greg chuckled. "How about you, or do I have to guess?" The unknown caller chuckled just the same. "Oh, please do." He thought about it thinking of any recent releases, but this guy might not have seen anything newer, so he stuck to classics. "Friday the 13th." He answered. "That's the one where the guy in the hockey mask kills camp counselors, right? He was scary." Greg went to turn around seeing a good chunk of the movie has passed. "I should get off now." He said as he was going to hand up when the next words made him freeze up. "Oh, come on. The Exercist can wait."

Greg stood in the hallway stiff as his breath went stale in his lungs. "How?" He asked not daring to breath as if the walls were listening to him. "How what?" The man on the line asked sounding confused. "Did you know what I was watching?" He started to move again get closer to the door checking out the window before locking the door. "You told me." This angered the jock as he dropped the landline and picked up the cordless phone. "No the fuck I didn't" He heard his own voice double over due to two lines being open. Greg stated going around the house most of the blinds were closed and the front and back door was locked. Rushing over to his brother he pulled the covers off of him the boys eyes scared as he looked at the TV. "Go to your room now." The boy nodded without hesitation not wanting to be in the same room as the movie now. "Still want to play that game?" The voice said sounding more sadistic this time. "I got a fucking game for you to play its called hide the zucchini and you'll play it a-fucking-lot in prison asshole" He growled as he got a knife from the block in the kitchen.

The voice chuckled no longer innocent and carefree. "Play along, and you'll live to see the light of day." He said, but Greg saw this as a bluff and scoffed at him. "Yeah, right, dial a 1-800 number for sick kicks." With that he hung up and what a mistake that was a brick flew in through the window almost hitting him and on it was a note picking the note off of it in messy handwriting it said 'Answer Me!' As he finished reading it, the phone rung again, making him jump, and he answered hastily. "Fine!!! I'll play just leave my house." The voice let out a forced laugh. "Good boy, now I only have three questions. Each one will save a life. Get one wrong, and you'll lose a life."

"It a horror movie game, so I hope you know a thing or two. What was Freddy Kruger in life?" He asked as Greg looked out the window where the brick came from. "A-a janitor at a school." A tsk sounded through the phone. "Half right yet. I asked what he was not what he did...he was a pedophile. Sound familiar Gregory all those freshmen fighting for your attention father like son everyone in town knows he likes em young." Whoever this was knew too much about his family it was only stupid allegations,but the school never pushed the matter and the girls were always willing.

"Don't beat yourself up the next one is easy. What does the reverse bear trap do?" This one was easy. "It rips the victims jaw off by opening instead of closing."Silence washed over the line,he won.

"Right! See not that hard last question. How many people did Voorhees kill in Friday the 13th?" Greg almost jumped for joy this was a trick question. "None! Jason didn't kill anyone till the second movie. I beat you! You sick fuck!" He cheered into the phone panting lightly trying to ease his heart,but the only thing he heard was himself. The other side of the line was quite. Greg paused...

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...

He thought he won anyways.

"WRONG! Nine people were killed by Voorhees!!!" He voice seemed to yell ashamed by his stupidity. "No no no Jason was dead it wasn't until part 2 he killed someone!" He defended himself his voice panicked. "I didn't say Jason,I said Voorhees!!! Pamela Voorhees killed nine people before she was beheaded. You only got one right!" That only deepened Greg's confusion. "Only one?! I got two right!" Didn't he? Yes he did, yet he really didn't. "Nope I said half right and I don't give half credit which makes it wrong you didn't answer the question correctly,but that one wrong I took a life and now with the last one you lost yours." The line cut dial tone ringing in his ear as the sound of more glass breaking came from the back door.

Rushing towards the living room with the knife ready to strike he saw his father bleeding on the carpet his intestines spilling from his midsection. A note pinned on him the same way as the brick. 'One wrong answer one life lost.♡♡♡' His eyes went wide as his heart raced...Peter...did Peter pay for his second missed question like their dad? Running up the stairs he ran into his brothers room one hand dialing 911 as he busted through the door.

On the bed he layed there his blond curled locks just above the covers and his breathing steady as he slept. Greg got closer his hand going onto his brothers shoulder "911 what's your emergency?" A female operated asked. His hand pulled away as he answered. "Someone's outside my house and killed my da—" Greg was cut off. "You mean your deadbeat child fondling father!" They seemed to yell over the phone,but there was this odd double layering of his voice which only happened when two lines were...on at the same time...this meant he was in the house. As the odd echoing ended still ringing in his ears the bedroom door slammed close and the red masked psycho jumped on him pulling him out of the room and throwing him down the stairs his kitchen knife being lodged in his shoulder causing him to scream out as the boy laid still in bed as instructed by the masked individual that snuck in.

The oh so high and mighty jock shakingly got up at run away seeing that this person is so much stronger than him and he was now injured. It would have been laughable anyone would think a jock like that would fight,but put a little fear in their hearts and the coward will turn tail. The masked individual casually walked down the stairs their blood stained knife cutting the wallpaper as they hummed. Greg ran out the back door into the wooded area behind his house. Tree branches whipped him and his ankle almost rolled several times as he ran just past the clearing should be a main road. He made it to the small ravine just off the side as headlights came closer he tried to wave to them as he climbed up,but just as his upper body got fully on the pavement a gloved hand grabbed tightly at his blonde locks pulling his head back as a hunting knife slit his throat his torso falling back as the car drove past the older couple talking not even noticing anything just talking about picking up dry cleaning for the dinner party tomorrow night hoping their daughter Casey didn't have that boy over when they leave.

The police stood in the doorway of the house looking at the coroner who took the father's body while in the ambulance with open doors the boy sat in a foil cover over his shoulders as he was checked. A younger officer came up to the Captian by the name of Dewey. "Ya got to come see this Cap."

==Time Skip==

In the kids room the stepped on the other side of the bed opposite of the door looking right under the window. In blood was written. 'Play sleep while I play tag ♡ : )' a dripping smiley face and heart were drawn underneath the message. The forensic took pictures, and the flash clicked as Dewey clapped the police captain shoulder and pointed towards the now closed bedroom door. 'I'll give you that one.. You're safe...well, not you. ♡♡♡' In the same bloody display. "We clearly got someone mentally unstable on the loose any word on the kid, Greg Stephens?" The captain asked as they walked out of the room and slowly down the stairs looking at the peeled wallpaper that looked ripped up after being cut. "Nothing...do you think he would have done this to his own father and brother?" Dewey said as they now stood in the living room. The body of Lucas Stephens having already been removed, the only evidence was the yellow number and the outline of dark red-browning blood. "We don't know anything until we find him, and neither does the news." The older man said, walking out the house unknown to the officers. Almost a fifty yards out into the woods hung Greg by his feet, a long cut from his pelvic bone to his collarbone His intestines were on the ground already swarmed with bugs feasting away if the police didn't hurry they'd lose their sweet parting message written in the organs,but what they don't know can hurt them.

The news of the break in wasn't out to the public yet they wanted it to be swept under the rug since Greg wasn't yet found,but when Casey Becker and here boyfriend were killed the search for Greg as the main suspect lasted only a few hours the body now maggot and fly ridden and picked at by creatures in the woods did they know they had a serial killer on their hands with the same MO.

How wrong they were...great minds just think alike.

===Thursday Morning===

The news crew were outside of the high school buzzing about the murder of Casey Becker and Steve along with the earlier break in at the Stephen's house that lead to Greg's discovery in the forest.

It was hectic at first with the leading suspect haven been Greg since he dated Casey before she dumped him for Steve and them both being found dead, yet that all went out the window when his body was strung up just like her's having been there for who knows how long. The fun has just started the killer looked at the news crew and grinned closing the car door.

A/N: next part will have all the new characters interacting with the orginals. I'll just say they are all connected togther story will go into their dynamic and relationships with eachother. Someone else is gonna die!

Everything will be close to the script with added scenes or scenes with extra character interaction. Also Muder Husbands will so have competition one of them thinks it's hot the other is being a bratty grease ball guess which is which?

[castle-dominion]

castle 6x19 the greater good

the gates sister episode liveblog (the gateser good)

wow yucky table wow bloody man wow girl taking a pic!

That's actually a cool idea

RC: C’mon! How much fun would that be? (her jaw drops) And talk about an appropriate, if not slightly on the nose, metaphor. A bride and groom together, side by side, as they go through the ups and downs, the twists and turns, and the loopty-loops of life? KB: Castle, I love you. But I will not marry you on a ride or up in space or on a slide. RC: I bet Dr. Seuss got married somewhere fun. (DID he get married in his wife's livingroom?"

Oh no the wedding list episode. My parents got married in the slavic hall of our town, I think it was abt 50 people? 500? No it was 50. Yeah. I kind of wish I could have been there bc it was a lot of fun but I was years away from being born. Well ig I can see my step-mom's wedding. haha. divorced parents.

RC: That way we can determine exactly how big a rollercoaster car we need to build.

Lol "& I will get the phone"

Hey it's one of the other detectives!

RC: I’m being serious. Getting married is an intimate act and our ceremony should reflect that intimacy. (pause) And that way we can all fit in one car. Ryan, how do you feel about rollercoasters? KR: *walks over and screws up his face.* Ooh, make me nauseous. Why? At least we know ryan's getting invited. & some ryan trivia for ya, rollercoasters make him nauseous. That's also just a thing that happens as you become an adult tho.

Gee ess wed or gunshotwound are both much faster than gee ess doubellyuw. I vote we switch w to being pronounced dubbellyeuw to being pronounced wed.

lol cash taped to his chest *ryan considers it* Maybe he doesn't have a landline & she didn't want to use her cell. anonymity. She is after all a woman just like the one who took the pic of him. The pic makes me think proof; contract killer

it is a crappy photo tbh Ah venezuela my beloved. Maria: He was a scholarship kid, so everything that he got was through hard work. Except for the scholarship money. (Well still, getting a scholarship IS hard work)

KB: This place is either the engine of capitalism or the poster child of greed and corruption Me: Uh yeah that's kind of how it works. Of course we are not talking about meritocracy here. There is no "or" there. Beckett: depending on the paper you read Me: oh

The invisible hand of hte market lmao

KB: Wait, he owns his own island? We should definitely invite him to the wedding. you're already married to a man who owns land on the moon.

Jamie Burman: Killing. Are you capable of it? Because if you are, I will make you rich. Open hunting season! Holy crap I hate these people

Yeah man... sure would get results... Ooh wait beckett's jacket is nice! (Also nice shirt) to the 65th floor from which floor? I mean that would be good exercise but... are you starting one or two floors down? (or up) or are you starting 5 or 10 flights away?

Yay big. Love it. Yeah man! You keep walking you don't think a thing! Dear god the amphetamines you put on this earth for people torun 40 clicks an hour are being used to look at spreadsheets faster. (but yeah I have definitely moved around my medications to get through the work day before.)

On the PALM of his hand? that is not 5-4 days that is 4-5 hours!

my man was wired up!? Is the rest of the cops in on nthis? Oh Lord! She says! I love gates sm! Oh yeah gates is married she probs changed her name. (unless the audio commentary was right & she IS married to a woman. Then who knows) My sister!

Title card!

Love it, the sister rivalry. hatred. family. ELIZABETH WESTON sry capslock. Has the same "look" gates gave to castle

Ah it was recording not streaming! Oh yeah capitalist like that? Yeah man EW: We’ve been trying to mount a case against him for years. Insider trading, securities fraud. We know he’s doing it, we just haven’t been able to get proof.

EW: Victoria, this investigation is ongoing and exposing it to Mr. Burman or anyone at J.P Harding would break federal statutes. But I thought that this something that you and your team needed to know. VG: I’d certainly say so. Yeah y'all r right... Only significant. Which sis is older? Gates right? VG: Oh, well, now you do. *coldly* LOVE IT LOVE IT.

RC: A subtle chill? More like a polar vortex. I’m guessing something happened between them in the past. Something deeply personal that Gates does not want us to know about. RC: I’ll give you a dollar if you ask her. only a dollar? & can't she get you to uy her a coffee anyway?

Wow outfits!

"had words" is such a way of saying things. RC: How is it not relevant? The video shows you leaving together. Two hours later he’s dead. JB: It’s not relevant because I didn’t kill him. Yeah man! You might say "I have to disclose to you information that would cause me to become a suspect, however I would rather you hear it from me instead of finding it out yourselves. I had a discussion with him. We were at odds. I did not kill him." Or not because never tell the cops anything.

Worked up for a business deal? didn't you see him earlier yelling at his money individuals to make another company bleed? he has a usual table at le cirque

Hire someone sure but hiring killers is expensive, even for a rich guy like him. HOLD ON I JUST REMEMBERED TWO EPISODES AGO. SARA MASKI OR ENOLA MARKOV OR W/E HER NAME WAS-- SHE WAS A CONTRACT KILLER FOR BRACKEN/SIMMONS/LOKSAT & SHE USUALLY USED A KNIFE TO KILL. DICK COONAN ALSO FAVOURED HIS KNIVES & KILLED FOR BRACKEN/SIMMONS/LOKSAT!

RC: Speaking of your sister-- VG: let's not.

Hm, becks' desk buddy has stuff on it. Hector Nunez doesn't have a ~ over the second n tho... they saw him buy a package from this guy & at some point they also caught him with cocaine on him & they said you do what you have to do to get thru the work day

Are you sure? He was a devil he'd never get mixed up with even if you loved him as a kid?

Ooh love the music! bring esposito he speaks spanish. Hey which countries speak portugese (& I know a few speak french) as their colonial language? I mean in the americas. well besides quebec which by a linguistic standard is latin america. I do know that a lot of ppl still speak their native languages which is awesome (up here in canada even us natives barely speak any most of the time, & some places esp the caribbean have lost their languages almost entirely. only a few words that have been adopted into local dialects or other languages. rly sad.)

Clipping hairy Ah dancing my beloved I learned how to play pool the other day. My little brother is SO good at math & has such long arms that we were ahead most of hte time & even on a team with me (I SUCK) we lost by literally one ball to my older bro (who plays a lot of online pool) & my uncle's gf (who doesn't play much but knows how).

Whatever it is: I didn't do it. My man looks genuinely torn up abt this. HN: Who did this? RC: Well we were thinking you. HN: RC: ...might be able to tell us.

Maria said hector nunez tried to get peter in the gang, but hector said he didn't let the gang take peter.

Oh yeah this is all about money. Suisse federal smth. Yeah ofc. HN: I wrote it down in case something went wrong. Smart man! lol becks is taking a pic of som1's phone!?

Gates looks so nice. It was very need-to-know in the first place bros. oOH ESPOSITO OUTFIT! RC: seems kind of passwordy to me! RC: Hacker voice, "We're in!" Castle you've done it again! JE: :| Won't clip

wow $25m is a lot. JE: some expensive sand

Another way? Going to talk to your sis. Oof. Love how they have similar enough looking gals to be sisters. We know she's Black, but she's like,, north african black not sub saharan. She has those awesome cheekbones. Ooh AG! that's what beckett worked under! Oh greater good episode title. Hey isn't the point of not playing the game.. gates' entire thing? Isn't that why she went into internal affairs? Ah letter vs spirit. Another one? This has happened before?

(was she EVER going to be on the list?)

Why would you sit there with the headphones only half on? Do they.. hurt your head? KR: (sighs) I feel bad for Gates. My sisters can never work together. I tell you, when the two of them went at it, oof. (I thought he had 3 sisters... unless he was talking about victoria & elizabeth.) JE: I wouldn’t mind going at it with Gates’s sister. BRO. (reminds me of the audio commentary JE/JH: "I'll win her over. I keep winking at her & blowing her kisses.") & ryan also only puts the headphones half on! (at least they are headphones, not playing this out for the whole world.)

Let me hear the spanish. I am hard of hearing Let Me Read The Spanish! I always love it when russian or spanish or apparently mandarin show up & the characters can speak it. We should have gotten more of alexis speaking french tho. Also I loooove esposito's tie (& his tie & outfit mix) & ryan too rly pretty <3.

over 100! OVER 400! world famous ISH but you don't need to invite your international fans castle! & there is bound to be some crossover. I REMEMBER THE FACT THAT AUNT THERESA POSTED CRAP ABT HIM ON FACEBOOK I LOVE HOW THEY BROUGHT IT BACK Martha my beloved. To clip or not to clip? That's why I have a baby brother (or sometimes big brother) beside me to keep me in line. Alas neither is here. Well I decided to clip apparently.

pic of her & her sis in the desk. how RECENT was their falling-out? (also they are way more Black in that photo than they are as adults wow)

ONLY THREE? Martha u know this is HIS wedding not yours... Btw has castle ever had any step-dads or really good mom's boyfriends? like uncle chet who was uncle to both alexis & rick bc he is not quite family but he is also married in so he is family in law... Nearly 600...

KR: (he thinks) I have a lot of relatives that hate me now. (clipping this lmao) & grabbing a pic of some outfits.

Of COURSE I've heard of armando garcia! I love this consolate guy Mexico city?

Is it really that easy to change your identity? No way. He also totally would have been found.

Find the truth. Are internet cafes real?

Ooh also really nice slightly purple colour & green shirt I like castle's look. & you can see ryan's phone in his pocket /pos Ew watching ppl's dealing in internet cafes? gross.

Why would she blame you? you're just doing your job. Like when becks was in the ag's office & everyonne was mad.

Gates backstory moments: He skimmed a few eight balls off the very boss Elizabeth was building her case around. When my office caught him reselling it, she came to me. Begged me not to file charges. Asked me to think of the greater good. (she pauses) I did my job that day, too. IT HAS BEEN THAT LONG?

you're not telling her that he compromised her case, you're saving her from him having sabotaged your case!

Jamie Burman stole it bc he knew where it was now? Stephanie goldmark, did you really just... leave your computer like that? & did the rest of you have permission to search her computer? unless it is a work computer in which case you can do anything you want ig. HOLD ON THE CAPTIONS CALL IT BERMAN THE TRANSCRIPT SAYS BURMAN IDK WHAT IS GOING ON.

Does he not know abt the investigation or is he faking?

*deletes you forever!!!!* *you still exist as metadata*

Peter/armando: I came to the US believing in the American dream, so I worked hard and tried to be honest in a corrupt government, plants drugs on me, threatens to destroy my future, all because you need someone to testify? How am I supposed to still believe? I did everything I could to play by the rules, but no one else does. So by the time you hear this, I’ll be gone. Remember that one cop who was doing a demonstration at a school on, well basically how to plant drugs on someone? & then he had two kids volunteer to do a demo & the kids pretended one was in labour? Yeah I'm just thinking about them.

Oh no she's going to blame herself for goldie doing that

following our captain's lead! Beckett & Gates are the best. I love them. I love their relationship.

Weston: but at least I won’t embarrass myself in court presenting evidence that is untrue.

THEY LOVE EACH OTHER AGAIN!

KB: I think we have to decide why we’re actually having this wedding. I mean, are we doing this not to insult hundreds of people or are we doing this for us? some of those people would go only bc they don't want to offend you. You should get a wedding photoshoot done now, send a photo & a non-invitation saying "sorry we missed you. We don't have the space for everyone we want to invite, but we still wanted you to have some wedding pics. luv u bye." "We're getting married! *both of them dressed up in wedding gear blowing a kiss to the reader*." On the inside it says, "We're getting married in (season). If you would like photos, please let us know." & then don't invite them. Idk. Idk! screw this, the only reason he's inviting half those ppl is so they don't feel left out that he's inviting their mutual friends.

just "you" no name? Not "me & you" why did one write on the left & the other on the right? Weird. Also totally expected rick to write alexis & stop there. HEY I REMEMBER MADDIE! you don't need to invite gates' family. Just her & a plus-one. & that is just one, not her sister & kids!

I would invite: my parents, my bros, my step-mom (but none of her kids unless the one son wants to come which he probably wouldn't bc it's loud & boring & he's autistic so like.. noise), two friends from culinary school, maybe a third, possibly a fourth but then I'd get into the "If I invite them I have to invite them" trap so only those two, my crew from jr high (& the parents of only one), a family friends 1, family friends 2, no other family friends bc I'm not close w them, & then I started writing it down. My grandparents & aunt & uncles. No family past that, partially bc they live not-close, or at least that's my excuse. & then my 3 martial arts instructors & that's it. Not my older bro's friends I like, nobody from work, none of my second cousins or mom's cousins or dad's cousins, even tho I'd love to invite a lot of them. Probably not that new friend I made. Nobody online. I could get more martial arts friends, my violin teachers, & my old educational assistants- actually yeah I'd invite the person I used to consider my best friend+ until it moved away for college, but tbh probably not our other friend or anyone from the pride club any year, not my hot/cold friend, you know what? I definitely WOULD invite my ed assistants. Not the most recent ta tho, none of my other fave teachers. This stuff is easy. I'm sure after I post this I'd remember so many ppl I need to invite or could invite but wouldn't if I was keeping the list small. Like mu bus friends. All the ppl I included in my "note" a few years back. Actually yeah no yeah that was a very similar experience. I didn't have a lot to say to a lot of people, but I wanted to get everybody sometimes I gave ppl their own pages bc I included a specific person from the group they were in & didn't want to exclude them. I wouldn't invite my childhood best friend. (tho I did invite my jr high crew). None of my international friends-- actually yk what I WOULD invite them. Let them take a vacation here at the same time! Well no I wouldn't. but still. Not my inuit/dutch high school friend. Anyone I had a sleepover with? Not that friend, she was a little bit physically abusive, not those family friends but I like them for sure, not the childhood one, already the middleschool ones, nobody from Camp... Yeah. (just finished the below paragraph) I remembered some more family friends... & forgot them. ig they weren't important enough to invite. choire? no. Moved south? no. mum's friends? no. Crud I can't remember.

edit: I forgot my best friend from late jr high

Moving on, that's the end of the ep. They are just going to re-up their lists. You know what they should do? Whitelist each other's lists. say "yes these people, the rest can be cut" w/o saying "no these people, & we still have to cut more"

fudge I shouldn't have done that, now I feel like writing down every person I have ever fricking met & labelling them yes or no. Oh. I'm so frustrated because I'm not on my meds. but i'm too fucked up to get up & take em. I'm fucking stuck & I don't want to get up until I remember the thing. Adhd based issue here but I need my mood stabilizers. fuck & the typing of my bro is so loud & annoying & hell even I'm struggling to type rn.

just let me end the post idk how to end the post in a way that sounds complete & good to post.

Yes.

that was me being messed up.

amen.

yes that was castle episode. amen. all good.

love you bye.

edit: I realize why I was so messed up. I was late taking my meds & starting my period. Speaking of which, I need to take my testosterone shot today

[goldenraeofsun]

Day 3: Digital

Dean should have never taken advice from Zachariah Adler, AKA the worst boss in existence. While Dean eats wheatgrass and manifests his best self (whatever the hell that actually means), Adler’s probably poaching his biggest accounts with his oily charm and smarmy grin.

It was Dean’s fault for getting too personal in smalltalk before the Marketing & Sales all-hands meeting, saying how he’d been on an improvement kick – Kubrick oversold the damn Master Cleanse by several hundred orders of magnitude – but he didn’t know what to do next.

Zachariah, of course, had the perfect solution: a digital detox retreat. Worked wonders for him a few months ago.

After everyone arrives at the campsite – if you can call it that, with its electricity, running water, and actual toilets – they go on an hour-long hike, do yoga by the lake, and in the afternoon have some weird group therapy session to discuss their “technology addiction”.

Dean spends most of his turn complaining about Sandover’s batshit promotion policy, but a couple people nod in agreement around the circle. The uncomfortable-looking guy in pristine jeans and boots that Dean would bet dollars to donuts never touched actual dirt until that morning, mumbles he works at Sandover too.

He – Castiel – goes next, saying his roommate pressed him to go on this retreat. He drops corporate buzzwords like “toxic environments” and “poor work-life balance” with a pinched, bewildered expression on his face, and Dean has a sneaking suspicion that Cas has no idea what they actually mean. The weirdo actually uses finger quotes around “hustle culture”. 

Cas evidently made time for yoga, though. (Dean wasn’t entirely focused on the instructor when it came time for downward dog.) He has an ass Dean hasn’t seen outside of porn – the fancy kind, the kind you pay for.

By day four, Dean can practically feel Zachariah and the other sales sharks circling his biggest accounts.

In the evening, Dean lines up for the lone phone on the premises – a communal landline – and calls Charlie, their western sales rep and Dean’s best work-friend at Sandover. He not-so-subtly probes her, and Charlie admits she saw Zachariah having lunch with Lily Sunder of Sunder Inc. 

Dean almost loses it right then and there. 

But because he is a goddamn professional, he politely listens to Charlie’s dramatic retelling of last Tuesday night’s bar trivia (they lost without Dean’s pop culture powerhouse) before hanging up and stalking out of the room.

Incensed, he paces around his cabin, trying to come up with a plan. Sammy isn’t due to pick him up in the Impala until the end of the retreat in three days. But by then, it could be all over.

So, after some serious Mission Impossible shit and Ocean’s 11 levels of safe cracking, Dean is once again in possession of his phone. 

Just out of sight of the campsite, probably standing in a bunch of poison ivy, knowing his luck, he turns it on. “Fuck,” he mutters, entirely unsurprised to see he has no bars out here in the ass end of nowhere.

Time to rough it.

He ducks back into his cabin to grab a flashlight, his swiss army knife, and a granola bar – all stuff he packed without knowing he was going glamping. Armed with his gear and his phone, he goes on the hunt for a signal. The hiking trail from their first day reached a decently high elevation.

About a third of the way up, a rustling in the underbrush makes him freeze.

Heart pounding, his gaze darts up from his phone screen and his hand tightens around his swiss army knife in his pocket. Are there bears in this area? Why the hell didn’t he pack bear spray?

“Dean?”

Dean exhales a quick sigh of relief. Not a bear.

“Hey, Cas,” Dean says as he quickly stashes his phone in his jacket. “What the hell are you doin’ all the way out here?”

Cas blinks owlishly at him. He has a few leaves and a twig or two stuck in his hair. The fresh dirt covers the knees of his jeans, like he took a fall (or five) in the past ten minutes. After a long beat, he deadpans, “Communing with nature.”

Dean unclenches his hands from around his knife and instead crosses his arms over his chest, regarding Cas impassively. Internally, he’s beyond amused, so he can’t help but ask, “And how’s that goin’ for ya?”

Cas narrows his eyes. “Poorly,” he says sourly.

A rapid series of tinny chimes cut off Dean’s snort of laughter. He eagerly grabs his phone, scanning the barrage texts coming in. He only has one bar, but better that than nothing.

“You have service?” Cas demands, stepping closer.

“Fucking finally,” Dean breathes as he holds his phone up above his head. The signal stubbornly does not improve. Damn.

Sighing, Cas slips his own phone out of his pocket and squints despondently at the screen.

Maybe that was why Mr. Wilderness was bumbling around in the dark, halfway up a mountain. Well, Dean’s not a heartless corporate suit, no matter what Charlie calls him when he has to cancel Moondoor plans at the last-minute. “D’you wanna use mine?” Dean asks. “I’ve got almost a full charge.”

Cas looks like he could kiss Dean right then and there – and, huh, isn’t that an idea? Cas’s gaze shifts to Dean’s phone, an eager glint in his eyes like Dean might as well be holding the holy grail itself. “Thank you,” Cas breathes.

“No problem,” Dean says casually. “Mind if we go a bit higher? I think we can get a better signal.”

Cas nods, and they set off up the trails.

“So…” Dean starts, “Sandover too?”

“Unfortunately,” Cas says with an adorable grimace. “You as well?”

Dean nods. “Marketing.”

“Finance.”

Dean’s dealings with Finance are limited, mostly to the junior accountants who have nothing better to do than pull him reports that should all be entered into the dullest Excel sheet of the year awards. “Do you work with Marv?” he asks, naming the one Finance Director he worked with on the Talbot account.

A sliver of moonlight falls on Cas’s face from a break in the tree cover, or else Dean never would have caught his look of apprehension. After a beat, Cas says evenly, “I do.”

“What a dick,” Dean says, and Cas’s expression relaxes. “Has he told you about the book he’s writing?” During their last meeting, Marv spent twenty minutes droning on and on.

“Yes,” Cas says with the look of a man who was indeed up to date on the intricate politics of angel factions and the motivations of a stupidly overpowered hero. “I’m surprised he told you about it, though. He tends only to inflict his writing process on the Finance Department.”

Dean lifts one shoulder in a half-shrug. “I guess I’m just that adorable.”

“I’d say so,” Cas says before promptly tripping over a root. He straightens, his blush all but glowing in the dark.

“You alright?” Dean says, trying and mostly failing to keep in his laughter.

“Fine,” Cas mutters. “We’d better keep going. I think there’s a plateau up ahead.”

“So why did you come out to this thing if tree hugging isn’t your deal?” Dean asks conversationally.

“My roommate said I needed to get out of the city for my own good,” Cas says glumly. “She said it was either this or Coachella.”

Dean doesn’t bother muffling his laughter this time around. Cas at Coachella? Dean can just as easily see him flying around outer space. 

Once Dean’s chuckles subside, Cas asks, “So why are you here, Dean?”

Dean rubs the back of his neck. “Similar to you, I guess. I’ve been looking for a change, you know?” Way back when, he thought Sandover would be a pitstop. A way to make a decent paycheck with good dental before he figured out what he really wanted to do with his life (other than hunt ghosts and/or run around Gotham in an awesome batsuit). 

But it only seemed like the blink of an eye when he looked up and realized his fifth anniversary at Sandover came and went. And he had nothing to show for it except a stellar portfolio and a dozen dead plants in an apartment he rarely saw during daylight hours.

“I guess I was hoping for a reset,” Dean says seriously. “It’s like, one day I woke up and I saw that my whole life was my work.” He shakes his head. “That’s no way to live.”

“I suppose not.” Cas smiles crookedly. “Not that I would know any differently.”

They reach the plateau, and Dean checks his phone.

Three whole bars shine brightly back at him from his phone screen. 

And because he’s a gentleman when it counts, he hands it over to Cas to make the first call. He lays back against a tree, staring out as the stars as Cas talks over returns and turnovers for next quarter. Every so often, Dean picks out a recognizable name like MacLeod Pharma, Sandover’s biggest client. 

Fifteen minutes later (ten more than they are allowed on the communal landline back at camp), Cas hands over the phone with a grateful smile. “Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it,” Dean says as he dials Lily’s number. He leaves her a voicemail since she’s old school, and moves on down his mental list, sending emails to Benny, Lenore, and Garth. He sends a meme to Andy, the only form of communication that has a chance of getting through to him.

That done, he finds Cas leaning against a tree, staring out at the night sky above them. “I’d forgotten how beautiful it can be under a full moon with all the stars.”

Dean nods in agreement. He’s not normally a touchy-feely guy, but he feels strangely not-himself, halfway up some random mountain in the Catskills with an almost-stranger in the dark. Not in a bad way, though. Not at all. 

“Hey,” he says with far more confidence than he actually feels, “d’you wanna do something like this back home?”

Cas stares at him, his eyes impossibly wide. “Like what?”

“I dunno,” Dean hedges, the remaining bravado draining away at Cas’s lack of immediate enthusiasm, “Something just the two of us, no phones, no work.”

“I believe the whole point of this little trip was to enable phone usage and catch up on work,” Cas says dryly.

Dean nudges him with his elbow. “You know what I mean.”

Cas steals a sidelong glance his way. “Would this be like… a date?”

“If you want it to be,” Dean says, deliberately keeping his eyes trained on the moon overhead. “Or just a few hours to keep ourselves honest about what we want out of life.”

“I’d like that.”

[hevoyeurs]

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧: 𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲

Danny as Ghostface is a big believer in technology. From calling a landline to let someone know they're being watched to hacking a smarthome to loudly unlock all the doors, he loves using tech to terrorize his victims. People grow to rely on it — too much, in Danny's opinion — and so when it begins to work against them, it elicits a panic that's unlike anything else. He keeps up to date on new technology in trends and his quick mind always works out new ways to turn the familiar into the frightening. Smartphones unleashed a whole new terror upon the towns that the Ghostface decides to visit. They meant that he could steal them and impersonate the people around his victim to corner them into their final resting place. From live videos of his victim's loved ones paired with a simple game and a threat — movie trivia or they die — to finding someone's tiktok or instagram to learn more about who they are, the Ghostface is always on the cutting edge of technology trends. Needless to say, if a friend asks you to drop your location when the Ghostface is about, you'd better not accept.

Danny as Jed — or whichever alias he's using this time — it not really a fan. He grew up in the age of Myspace and it shows. His phone is a little chunky and he doesn't know a tiktok from a twitter, or so he'd have you believe. He likes polaroid photos and old movies, and finds respooling a cassette tape to be relaxing. He's a 90's kid through and through, and he doesn't really "get" modern humour. So when the police are looking for someone with the ability to hack a smarthome, their eyes pass right over Danny. It's ideal, really.

[ask-arachnikid]

the WHAT

So like I said in this post, NYC has what we call Temporal Distortion Anomalies. 

Here are some of my favorite mishaps and trivia bits about different bubbles

o   I left my phone in the kitchen and it turned into a rotary landline circa 1954 and a rolodex of my contacts. Thankfully all of my data was backed up in the cloud, so I didn’t lose my photos.

o   There’s a wing in the local library where you have to log every piece of modern tech you bring with you cause some kid accidentally left his hard drive there with more than a terabyte of data that got converted into floppy disks. Roughly 700,000 of them.

o   I once had a very long battle with Mysterio, unknowingly staying in the 1946 neighborhood of Queens where I passed out on a roof. I woke up in a suit that was basically a recolor of that Noir Spider-Man and a rotary phone in my lap with “IDOS” as the brand name. Needless to say, my girlfriends were very worried when my suit literally vanished off the face of the Earth. It is a cool suit though.

o   Same thing happened in the 1985 pocket in Brooklyn, but instead of a long battle with Mysterio, I got dosed with Cauchemar, which is French for “Nightmare.” You can guess what it does. Anyway, I was really hoping the windbreaker and fanny pack were part of the nightmare, but alas.

o   There’s a pocket in Central Park that went unnoticed for more than a year. It’s stuck in 1933 and it was only found when a homeless woman set up camp there and all of her things changed. The story got big enough she ended up finding a permanent place to live and getting a job. That particular bubble is now patrolled every six hours, because changing things using pockets on public property needs prior approval. Otherwise, you end up with 700,000 floppy disks.

o   There’s a house in Manhattan that was abandoned for a while before the pockets popped up. The whole building is stuck in 1890. Some steel company bought it, and they use it to turn normal metals into their low-background equivalent. It’s way easier than salvaging shipwrecks or processing steel to have no radiation in the first place. The historical society won’t let them tear it down and build a warehouse because the building was actually built in 1850, so they’re making as much as they can out of this tiny 17th century two bedroom.

I’m sure there’s more that I’m forgetting at the moment. We’ve had these things for nearly six years now, so at this point they’re just kind of a mild inconvenience. There’s a couple pockets for this year were you can get your things “re-modernized” but it doesn’t always work. If your phone got 1805′d into letter writing supplies, you’d still end up with letter writing supplies, you might just get a ballpoint pen instead of a quill. 

[yikesharringrove]

58, 66, 84, 97 & 98 😊💜

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

Ummmmmm,,,,, 😳 this was super hard to answer that’s kinda sad.

I think I’m talented at language. It’s easy for my to pick up accents and dialect and I just have a brain for languages.

I used to be super good at Rage Cage, the drinking game, but I haven’t played it since WELL before the pandemic so I doubt I’m any good still 😂

I am great at remembering useless shit, and I know a lot of various pop culture facts, and I always imagined I’d be great at a trivia event.

I’m super intuitive when it comes to people, and my gut feeling I have about a person when meeting them, whether good or bad, has never been wrong.

66. answered!

84. podcasts or talk radio?

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

Six. My own, my mom, dad, sister, our landline, and my grandma. Plus my old house’s landline but I don’t know if it is in use or anything.

98. answered!

Asks!

[gigaslots78]

Big Banker Rtp

Game shows have been around for a long time, and they have done a lot to shape society as we know it today. They are fun, educative, and interactive. The impact of game shows has been felt in the gambling industry just like in other sectors.

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With an RTP of 98.94% on the banker bet and 98.76% on the player bet, vs 85.6% on the tie bet, punto banco (often called North American baccarat) offers a couple of bets with very attractive odds.

Slots are the masterpiece of the industry, as they are designed to tell a story and appeal to human psychology. Slot game developers have had inspiration from various game shows. Here are a few online slots influenced by popular game shows.

The playing grid features the game floor, banker stemple, mysterious banker, coffee mug, A, K, Q, and J. Its sound effects combine those from classic slots and the TV show. It is played on three rows and five reels. There are 20 selectable paylines and the RTP is 95.46 percent.

The most important thing to remember is that the RTP is a statistical average. The larger the sample size of spins on a certain slot machine, the closer the actual results will be to the RTP. Even though the RTP can't guarantee results, choosing machines with a higher RTP is always a smart move.

Where the True Big Wins Lie. The only special symbol of Deal or No Deal: The Slot Game is the game logo itself. Taken individually, it works as a wild card that can replace any other symbol to grant you an extra chance at scoring some extra wins on the reels. Landing 3 logos simultaneously, however, is the key to the bonus games.

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IGT’s The Price Is Right

The Price Is Right is one of the most popular game show games. The slot by IGT puts a lot of emphasis on quality. It has traditional casino symbols like A, J, K, Q, 9, 10, and the Royal Suite. It also has the big spinning wheel, generous prizes, a charming host, and beautiful assistants. The graphics are outstanding and the background music is a fun jazz beat. It suits the theme perfectly. The host’s voice and cheering audience make it even more immersive.

The Price Is Right is a classic 5×3 grid slot with 25 paylines. Its RTP ranges from 92.89 to 96.25 percent. Even though the RTP is average, IGT has packed this slot with valuable features like the Cliff Hangers, the Big Wheel Bonus, and Plinko Mystery multiplier. Learn more about it and other top game show slots on https://www.bestcasinosites.net/blog/top-game-show-slot-machines.php.

Who Wants to Be A Millionaire by Big Time Gaming?

This irresistible slot is inspired by the British game show with a similar game. In the show, a player answers a series of general knowledge questions, and they may win a prize of £1m. The symbols in the slot game include 9 to Ace emblems and precious gems. Even though they do not look like the elements from the game show, the feel is the same. The sound effects and graphics will have you feeling like you are under the spotlight.

The slot has seven rows and six reels. Players get 117,649 ways of winning and the RTP is 96.24 percent. Its special features include the Walk Away/Final Answer and Hot Seat Free Spins Gamble.

Playtech’s Deal or No Deal

Deal or No Deal is one of the most popular game shows in the world. Playtech used it as inspiration for a fun and captivating slot. It has red and gold box symbols that give you the chance to win lots of money. Gold boxes have higher prices than the red ones and the landline phone serves as a wild.

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The playing grid features the game floor, banker stemple, mysterious banker, coffee mug, A, K, Q, and J. Its sound effects combine those from classic slots and the TV show.

It is played on three rows and five reels. There are 20 selectable paylines and the RTP is 95.46 percent. Playtech has packed this slot with plenty of bonus features including a jackpot bonus, progressive jackpots, and free spins.

Wheel of Fortune on Tour by IGT

This is a unique slot from The Wheel of Fortune series. It is about a journey from one part of the United States to another end. There are symbols of iconic sites like the Hollywood sign and the Statue of Liberty. The bus is the bonus symbol and the Wheel of Fortune logo serves as the wild. The sound effects and graphics of the game work together to replicate the popular game show.

The slot has three rows, five reels, and 30 paylines. Its RTP is 96.60 percent. You can make more money with the bonus features including Tour Bonus, Level Up Plus, Trigger Boost, and Letter Board Picker.

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Game Changer from Realistic Games

With this game, the inspiration from a game show is only on the title. Everything else is unique. It uses cartoon-style graphics and animations and the background music does not come up until you spin. The effects are minimal giving this slot a laid-back and minimalistic vibe. Its symbols are a lot like what you would find in a classic game show. They include a teddy bear, yacht, and a car.

It features 20 paylines and is played on a 5×3 grid. Its RTP is 96.06 percent. Game Board is a thrilling bonus round where you can trigger a multiplier of six times your bet. Players also stand a chance of landing up to 6,000x their stake in every spin.

Microgaming’s Wheel of Wealth

Wheel of Wealth by Microgaming is a legendary slot game. It is the perfect blend of modern tech and old-school features. If you enjoy classic slots, you will love its theme and layout.

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It has the Wheel of Wealth logo as its highest-paying symbol. The logo sits right under its reels and there is a full-sized pay table at the right. It is a lot like what you would find in land-based casinos.

The logo serves as a wild multiplier as well. Other valuable symbols include grapes, gold bars, diamonds, and cherries. The visual effects and sound are old school but the special features add a modern feel.

Wheel of Wealth has three reels, one slot, and one payline. Its RTP is 96.04 percent.

IGT’s 100,000 Pyramids

This slot from IGT is perfect if you would like the experience of playing a game show. It is inspired by the trivia show that bears the same name. The resemblance is apparent right from the start. The 100,000 Pyramid logo is the highest-paying symbol.

It is a wild as well. Other symbols in the game include celebrity star, 7 mystery, and contestant. Players get the chance to win huge prizes including a new car. The sound effects and graphics are impressive.

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100,000 Pyramids has 15 paylines, three rows, and five reels. The RTP is 93.91 percent with medium to high variance. The bonus feature is exciting as well. With the Winner’s Circle Pyramid, you get free spins and a chance to multiply your winnings in the bonus round. It is one of the most exciting game show slots in the market.

[lesducks]

22) Funniest moment in the show?

This is extremely hard so I refuse to pick one, in sorry, I simply will not

Either

You had a landline!

Or

That scene in the middle of Phoenix with “those candles are the dead ones” and “this isn’t tRiviA tiME kAte”

[an-ambivalent]

Oath Of Desires: Epilogue

Synopsis: [Yandere! Jungkook x Reader x Taehyung] [Poly AU]

It had only been them three for a long time. Not one person more, not one person less – just Jungkook, Taehyung and [Name].

Jungkook was elated when Taehyung and [Name] told him that they had become a couple. He literally could not have been happier.

They were his favourite couple, and he loved them both…. A little too much.

When there was a hindrance in Taehyung and [Name]’s relationship which caused them to fall apart, Jungkook was distraught. Afterwards, when he realized the depths of his love for his ‘friends,’ Jungkook made an oath of his dark desires – he was going to do whatever it took to get them back together. And this time, he was also going to become part of their relationship.

Warning: As this story contains yandere themes, the characters display behaviors that can be triggering or uncomfortable to read. Read at your own risk. This work is purely fiction. I do not believe any of the mentioned members would display any sort of this behaviour irl.

                                               ___________

With his whole being,

He believed her to be his.

With the first devil gone,

It opened the door for the next.

                                              ___________

Morning was reaching its end. So, with afternoon being on the brink of the horizon, and the sun reaching its highest point in the sky for the day, it hinted at the time to be around midday. While the day outside consisted of bright and warm weather with sun radiating its brilliance, the interior within the walls that confined them, almost felt suffocating; it was dark, grim, and smothering.

With a plane of clear glass being the only thing standing in their way, it separated them from one another, and deprived them from the desperately wanted touch of the other. Dark mahogany eyes that were killed off all life unless they were staring into her sorrow etched ones, gazed into her eyes as if her eyes were his only saving grace left.

With his long and rough shaggy hair hovering over his face, and overcasting a shadow over his eyes, he was guided on his seat by a guard, and he sat on it dully. His hands were bound by tight hand-cuffs that dug into his wrists. He was clad in a colour he never really dressed in before, but was forced to wear all the time now: bright hideous orange.

With a certain apathy lingering in his actions, Taehyung picked up the white wired landline that hung on the wall beside him, and brought it to his ear. [Name], who had been sitting on the side of the wall where people were still allowed their freedom, followed his actions.

They stared at each other with longing stares. While no words left either one’s lips for a few moments, their eyes conveyed a thousand words worthy of their feelings, and regrets.

[Name] felt her chest tighten. A lingering of regret, guilt, pity, anger, and many other feelings she could never express to anyone but Taehyung, weighed heavily on her chest.

There were so many things she wanted to say, so many apologies she wanted to give -- she was sorry for ever bringing Jungkook into their lives, she was sorry for bearing and birthing the child that did nothing but remind them of the scars they bore of their traumatizing past; she was sorry for being the only one to be given the chance to pursue happiness, and moving on without Taehyung, for being able to look forward to the future, while he still was repenting his actions of the past that happened because she was too weak, because he ended up killing Jungkook and being punished for it for her sake--

Everything -- she was sorry for everything. There were so many things she wanted to say, so many apologies she wanted to give, but alas, none of these words slipped past her lips.

Her bottom lip quivered and tears were close to prickling the corners of her eyes; however, she held herself back from crying.

“Hey Taehyung, sorry it's been a while since my last visit,” [Name] greeted softly, and in response, he gave her a small smile.

She hated his smile, and she hated herself. The way Taehyung looked at her, with his eyes full of love, it disgusted her.

She wanted to ask him; after everything that has happened, how could he stare at her like that? How could he still be in love with her?

“Hey [Name]. I’m glad you could finally spare some time for me. Your new lover -- what was his name? Jimin? Seems like he’s always keeping you quite busy,” He replied, and as he finished speaking, his smile had morphed into a wide grin that was stretched entirely from one ear to the other. The forcefulness of it, and the passive-aggressive stab of his words caused [Name] to wince.

“Tae, you know it's not like that--”

“How could you even love someone else [Name]?! I'm in here, suffering alone, because I killed Jungkook to protect you! The least you should have done is wait for me to get out of this hell and build our lives together instead of moving on by yourself! And that’s not even the worst part. You know what really pisses me off? After everything that asshole did, you still went ahead and brought the spawn of that satan into this world. It should have been me! For everything, you’re supposed to be with me! It should be us that should be together, it should’ve been my child you brought into this world, and it should be us that should be a family. You shouldn’t be with anyone else but me--”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry for everything Taehyung. I-- I didn’t want to love someone else, I-I didn’t want to have his child but that baby is mine too! And-- and, I can’t forget that  before the entire mess with Jungkook, you had cheated on me! You were so awful to me during that time Taehyung, I can’t just forget about what happened--”

“YES YOU CAN! Are you still hung up on that?! How many times have I apologized and said I won’t do it again--”

Taehyung was interrupted amidst his breakdown by the guard next to him who glared at him.

“Your time is up. You need to return to your cell now,” He demanded authoritatively. Taehyung whipped his head towards him and growled. Then, he snapped his gaze towards [Name] and glared at her harshly.

“Enjoy your new lover and your baby while you still can. Once I get out of here, I’ll be coming for you, because you belong to me. No one, not Jungkook, his baby, Jimin or anyone else will keep you away from me any longer. I’ll kill them all like I killed Jungkook. Then, you’ll be mine once more,” Taehyung screamed, as he was forcefully dragged away from the glass by the guard, and attempted to struggle in hopes to break out his restraints. Of course, his efforts were fruitless when it came to escaping.

However, his efforts of making sure his words left a mark on [Name], were successful.

The absolute look of fury and rage, the feeling of betrayal, and sworn promises of revenge swimming in his eyes, was the last thing [Name] saw as he disappeared from her sight.

Flashbacks of all the awful things that Jungkook had done to her flashed before her eyes like an endless torturing movie. Anxiety pooled in the pit of her stomach, and involuntarily, her entire body began to tremble.

Fear, which she had not felt since Jungkook had tried to stab her, returned to house itself in her nerves once more. It was fear of what had happened, and what was going to happen.

Taehyung was punished for murder, but it was not going to be forever since he had done it to protect them. And so, once he did get out, and knowing that he was a man of his words, [Name] was enslaved to live in awaiting the moment when history was going to repeat itself. However instead of Jungkook, this time, it was going to be Taehyung who had sworn an oath to hurt her if she refused to fulfill his desires and be his.

                                                  ___________

THE END

Oath of Desires is officially completed. I will most likely publish a trivia thing to share fun facts about the story etc once I can gather all of my thoughts. When I  first started this story, this was not the ending I had in mind, but its what felt right. Writing this epilogue surprisingly made me quite anxious? I couldn’t get it done until I had some alcohol to help me relax lol. 

Anyway, if you happen to have any questions about the series, I will be happy to answer them. I admit some things might be confusing, abrupt, or unclear so feel free to ask anything and share your thoughts about the series. 

Thank you for joining me on this journey, it has been an emotional ride. And thank you for your patience with this chapter, I’m so sorry it took me so long to put out. Thank you for all of your support and reading; this has been one of my most popular series on Tumblr, and I’m very grateful to all of my readers (aka you) for contributing to its success and your support. 

Have a pleasant day / night. 

With love,

ambi ♥

[pyresrpgear]

Also applies to any of those “your porn/stripper/action movie star name is...” posts. Most of them are the same information. Pets name, street you grew up on, town you were born in, schools you went to.

And I don't know if they are still a thing but there used to be chain emails and forum posts that were framed as being fun random trivia that asked many of these same things and other information that could be used to identify you in one way or another.

Many many years ago I got curious and using just info from some of those emails/posts and info that had been openly shared in public online I decided to “stalk” a friend of mine just to see for myself how scarily easy it was. I knew first and last name from various public sources, knew country and state/province/area they lived (don't remember if I had the specific city from public info), knew street name from one of those stripper name posts, and got the last 4 digits of their landline phone number (this was before cell phones were as widespread as they are now, early 2000s). In under 5 minutes I had their exact street address, phone number, and parents' names (they were still living at home so the yellow pages listing was in the parent's name).

So take it from an internet elder be careful what information you share publicly. Not only could something like OPs joke be used maliciously to ruin your life financially, but the stuff you put out there could very easily be used in much more direct and dangerous ways.

(And before anyone busts out the torches and pitchforks, all of the information I found, with the exception of parents first names, I already had. We were close friends and had sent like birthday/holiday cards and presents back and forth. Also had multiple points of contact with each other including multiple email addresses/IMs and cell phone numbers and all that stuff. I wasn't actually stalking anyone.)

rb tbis post and tag it with your moms maiden name, the street you grew up on, and the name of your childhood pet. im curious

[fletch911]

Telecom NewsBytes 220606 - The UK Can Dropping Analog for IP Lines by 2025

Telecom NewsBytes 220606 – The UK Can Dropping Analog for IP Lines by 2025

https://www.podbean.com/media/share/pb-cbptm-1242550 This week we are featuring a story by @Gadget_Ry reporting on mobile network performance specialist RootMetrics that is claiming the UK will be all set to say farewell to their copper landlines and upgrade to a fully IP-based network by 2025. ALSO, we have the answer to a telecom trivia question about UK’s emergency number 999, guaranteed to…

[rabbitcruiser]

National Telephone Day 

On April 25th, we observe National Telephone Day. Around the world, there are 9.82 billion mobile phones. And while some predicted the landline to be obsolete by 2020, there are still about 931 million landlines around the world.

Obtaining a Patent

The correct answer to a trivia question like “Who invented the telephone?” is the name on the patent. In this case, the whole world knows the answer is Alexander Graham Bell. Had his attorney been delayed by foul weather or poor planning, the answer may be a different name.

On February 14, 1876, Marcellus Bailey, one of Bell’s attorneys, rushed into the U.S. Patent office in Boston to file the patent for what would be the telephone.

Later the same day, Elisha Gray filed a patent caveat for a similar device. A caveat is an intent to file for a patent.

There was also a third contender. Antonio Meucci filed a caveat in November of 1871 for a talking telegraph but failed to renew the caveat due to hardships.

Because Bell submitted his record first, the patent office awarded Bell the patent on March 7, 1876. Gray contested this decision in court, but without success.

Alexander Graham Bell

Born March 3, 1847, in Edinburgh, United Kingdom, Bell taught at a boys’ boarding school. The sounds of speech were an integral part of his life. His father developed a “Visible Speech” system for deaf students to communicate. Bell would later become a friend and benefactor of Helen Keller.

Three days after the patent was approved, Bell spoke the first words by telephone to his assistant. “Mr.Watson, come here! I want to see you!”

By May, Bell and his team stood prepared for a public demonstration. And there would be no better place than the grand stage of the World’s Fair in Philadelphia. On May 10, 1876, in a crowded Machinery Hall, a man’s voice transmitted from a small horn and carried out through a speaker to the audience.

One year later, the White House installed its first phone. The telephone revolution began.

Bell Telephone Company was founded on July 9, 1877, and they installed the first public telephone lines from Boston to Sommerville, Massachusetts, the same year.  By the end of the decade, nearly 50,000 phones existed in the United States.  In May of 1967, phone companies across the country installed the one-millionth telephone.

HOW TO OBSERVE 

Celebrate by calling someone and telling them Happy National Telephone Day!  

Share your vintage telephone pictures on social media.

Try making a call with a rotary phone.

#NationalTelephoneDay to show the different phones that have been used!

NATIONAL TELEPHONE DAY HISTORY

In May of 1967, the 100 millionth telephone line was installed in the United States. On May 11th, governors and dignitaries for U.S. territories joined President Lyndon Johnson on the largest conference call ever held up to that date. Each governor, dignitary, and the President were issued gold phones to commemorate the day. At the same time, a proclamation was issued declaring May 12th as National Telephone Day.

There is no record of the day being observed again on that date. However, National Day Calendar continues to research the origins of this technology day.

Telephone FAQ

Q. Do payphones still exist? A. Yes. However, the number of payphones began declining in the mid-1990s. If you’re looking for a payphone, some cities and states have payphone maps. You can also look in public places like federal offices, libraries, transportation hubs, large shopping centers, and gas stations.

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Q. When was the first mobile phone invented? A. Motorolla made the first mobile phone called the DynaTAC 8000x in 1983.

Q. When was the first smartphone invented? A. The Simon Personal Comminicator was released in 1994 by IBM.

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