#radio silence productions

[darkmovies]

Abigail (2024) Date de sortie : 19/04/2024 Réalisateur : Matt Bettinelli-Olpin, Tyler Gillett Scénario : Guy Busick, Stephen Shields Avec : Kathryn Newton, Dan Stevens, Kevin Durand

[jarvisunchained]

Scream VI Review

The Scream franchise was brought back in 2022 with Scream (2022) but also known as Scream V. The film was a critical and commercial success so it was to the surprise of no one that a sequel was greenlit. So just about fourteen months later, the sequel, Scream VI, has been released. All of the principal crew from the previous film have returned from directors, Matt Bettinelli-Olpin and Tyler…

[convexicalcrow]

A wild 5am Porl appeared! O:

She's so pretty oml. <3 And she and Tilly come off the base too. I love her. <3

Box art under the cut for anyone interested.

[officialrapunzelfitzherbert]

fruits basket earrings in my shop now hehehehe

[darcyolsson]

my desire to have the infernal devices turned into a tv show so i can experience the same story in a different way vs the knowledge that the second any tv exec gets their hands on that story they will simplify the love triangle in a way that will make it utterly unbearable to watch

[prolibytherium]

Need to call up my dad in the dead of night like "Hello father. Blue Monday by New Order is losing on a low stakes social media poll about best 80s music. Yeah, I know, I'm borderline suicidal about it too. Can you please repeat your autistic infodump rant you gave me about the song's production so I can effectively propagandize to my meager internet following about it?"

[sillentless]

Wip

[higheldertala]

bad news everyone, word on the street (my friends from the discord server) is that sacha says big finish still haven’t been in contact with him about the call me master boxset :(

[memser]

they should let me make merchandise

[youaremysunshine-court]

Started following a dom on twitch and I am learning some truths about myself

[explodingcrayon]

i once read a post talking about how frustrating it can be to be autistic or otherwise socially "deficient" in a work environment bc you're perfectly capable of doing your job but bc you don't know how to play the social game or be the office butterfly, you get looked over or even punished compared to coworkers that are objectively incompetent but they're personable so they're favored and praised and i think about it almost every day of my life

[pikkish]

apologies for the lack of art n stuff here lately, folks, i have just not had the motivation to draw lately 😔

[ipibel]

Hel me dancing with your mom in the morning beautiful lady day was just wondering how it went to the podcast live with you guys and the girls are very helpful

[a-b-riddle]

Part 2

Can't stop thinking about reader finally cutting them loose.

For three days there was nothing but radio silence. In those three days you had told yourself that it was a grace period. Time for Simon to cool off and realize how much of a bastard he was for saying all those things he obviously didn't mean. Johnny coming back over with a bouquet of flowers and endless apologies and cuddles.

Simon didn't apologize for his harsh words.

Johnny didn't call you later, as promised.

For three days you jumped at every single notification, silently hoping it was one of them. Any of them.

But it wasn't.

And you, unfortunately, got the answer to the question you had been asking yourself for months.

Did they still want this?

The answer was clear.

You didn't let their unofficial dismissal get to you. You still had shit to do. A life to get on to. A book signing to go to.

Jesus.

A book signing. A book you wrote. A book that was being published and released the day of the expo. You weren't expecting a huge line because this was your debut novel, but with the help of some ARC readers who had took to social media, there had been a bit of a storm brewing.

You had listened to John when he had mentioned writing under an alias. Don't know how crazy people are out there. They'd do anything to get close to you, Dove. Just better to protect yourself where you can. You almost hated yourself for listening to him now. Now you would just have to keep writing under your pen name.

You were getting ready to close up shop early when your phone finally pinged.

Kyle.

Fuck.

Of course it was Kyle. The one who hadn't treated you like you were constantly bothering him. Not the one who made you feel guilty for agreeing to your arrangement. Nor was he the one who fucked you and left you. No. He was just the one who just wasn't there.

Maybe that was just as bad.

What are you up to today?

That was it. Almost two weeks of radio silence and that's all he had to say? It just added more evidence that you were making the right call in ending this now. It had already carried on for too long.

You had two things on your to-do list and you wouldn't let Kyle's sudden reappearance deter you.

E-mail the publisher back.

Change the locks.

You didn't have the strength to face them again. If they groveled, it would be too easy to take them back. One against four wasn't much of a fair fight. And if they didn't care to fight for you... you don't know if you could survive it. Coming face-to-face with the proof that it didn't bother them to give you up even though it was killing you.

No. Cutting it off completely was the best thing to do.

So you didn't respond.

You left Kyle's text unanswered as you e-mailed the publisher back that everything was set for your flight on tomorrow morning. You would spend Thursday adjusting to the time difference and Friday you would rest up before the expo this weekend. She assured you that you would need to rest up your writing hand. Whatever that means.

You left Kyle read as you closed up shop several hours earlier than usual. You needed to drop off the bank deposit before you started on task number two.

You didn't bothering responding to Johnny when he had texted you when you were leaving the hardware store, purchase in hand. Asking if you were free Friday. Promising dinner. 'In or out. Your choice.'

It was almost second nature when you got home to pull up your phone. Ready to text one of them to see which one of them could come over and help.

Fixing a leaky sink? Nothing Johnny hasn't seen before. Need help moving furniture? John won't mind when you change your several times on what should go where. Kyle would always come in with take out the moment you mentioned you were hungry and whenever you felt like going for a walk when it was a bit too late in the evening, Simon was the first to volunteer as your personal guard dog.

But asking them to come and change the very lock you planned on using to keep them out seemed... counter productive, if not downright petty.

You were almost done with the lock when your phone sounded off. Only this time it wasn't a text. Someone was calling you.

You almost faltered when John's name came on your screen.

Fuck.

That almost got you.

You almost answered it.

Almost.

You clicked on the 'Sorry, I can't talk right now. Options, before finishing up your work.

And just like that, you were done. No help needed. You had changed the lock. Even adding on a deadbolt. Replacing the flimsy chain Simon had taunted you about. If someone wanted to get in here, that wouldn't stop them.

Well, now you didn't need to hear it anymore.

Not that you would really hear it again...

Your flight was in twelve hours. Although that seemed an ample amount of time you hadn't even begun to pack. You had luckily narrowed your outfits down, but now was the task of folding it nicely into your suitcase rather than just stuffing it in there.

On my way. We need to talk.

It was too late for talking. Three days too late. Several months too late.

The last message sent was four weeks ago. A new Thai place had opened up close to your apartment that you were wanting to try. All of them had given you excuses.

Not my taste, Dove.

Cannae do it tonight. Next weekend? Next weekend didn't happen either.

I can do tomorrow. Kyle ended up bailing. You forget the excuse he used.

Simon hadn't even bothered to reply.

The final nail in the coffin of your relationship. Almost two years wasted with nothing, but a broken heart to show for it. And the worst part is, they had all chipped away at your heart, leaving you to deal with the final blow that would shatter it.

Im sorry. I can’t do this with you anymore. wish you all the best.

Your fingers made quick work in blocking their numbers. It was best. If they wanted to reach you, they couldn't. On the other side of the coin, if they didn't care to reply, you wouldn't spend countless hours crying over the fact that none of them had been affected the same way you had.

You would deal with getting them their belongings that they had left behind another time. You had big things, great things happening for you. You were cutting your loses. You were cutting them loose.

You just hoped you didn’t regret it.