#real evp

[we-will-swallow-your-soul]

This is an actual evp from my place. We have an sb7 spirit box and a recorder. You can clearly hear demon.

[junglemax]

my coworker has this shirt on and i had to find out that this is actually on their merch store . these horrible, horrible boys

[crescentfool]

bonerattle arena fucks severely. i was not expecting it to rival my love for jammin' salmon junction, but wow. this map feels like a love letter to people who love and enjoy salmon run. (i ended up playing the rotation for around 3.5 hours... which you can watch here if you like!)

the map's circular shape on normal/high tide effectively makes the spawns from this map come from every angle. it's a test of awareness and movement skill- and the walls + inkrails really, really make rotating around the map feel so fluid and easy.

and low tide's hexagonal two-ring design is so fascinating too! instead of testing movement, it tests your team's ability to make judgment calls on luring and making sure you don't overwhelm basket from luring too much.

i also feel that every special in salmon feels really rewarding to use on this map- even reefslider! i've played enough to see that most specials bring so much utility and value, and i just love that no special feels like it's "useless" on this map.

there's also a few flyfish tech on this map that echoes the bomb tricks on jammin' salmon junction and spawning grounds (and i guess gone fission too), it feels really intuitive on what spots can pop two baskets at once (it's the grates and the rails) and i just? feel really rewarded for playing as much salmon as i do.

i feel that the map's inclusion of the ink rail mechanic evokes a lot of similar vibes to ruins of ark polaris- and i really liked that! there's definitely some things i want to fine tune and understand better about them, but they're really fun.

i still need to see how other weapons feel on this map, but it feels like both mobile and stationary weapons can exceed here- there's nice perches for long range weapons, lots of walls for quick weapons to use to escape situations... it's so swag...! a very good final map, i think!

[blogparanormal]

This is how I can collect EVPs. Now you can copy me and achieve success.

[udurghsigil]

read the cm punk espn article

[arcadeghozt]

FUCKING AVAATAR AND ELVIS FOR BEST PICTURE??? OVER NOPE??? OVER AFTERSUN???? OVER DECISION TO LEAVE??????

[twcbelts]

@rvyalfamily

[bapzap]

how do you reach eggsecutive VP without learning the concept of inking walls

[yourmomsawh0r3]

haunted 🔮🕸️🕷️

pairing: tyler owen’s x f! girlfriend reader

summary: Tyler Owens and Y/N join their friends to explore a haunted sanatorium, but when eerie events escalate, Tyler refuses to let Y/N face the darkness alone, standing by her side as strange noises and shadowy figures turn their thrillseeking adventure into a chilling experience.

It was a crisp October night, and the air was thick with anticipation as Y/N, Tyler Owens, and their friends Boone, Kate, and Javi arrived at the abandoned sanatorium on the outskirts of town. The place had a dark reputation long-abandoned, it was rumored to be haunted by the restless spirits of its past patients. Local stories of shadows moving in empty hallways, whispers echoing through the rooms, and doors slamming shut on their own had drawn their group to the site for a Halloween dare.

Y/N wasn’t thrilled about this adventure, but her friends had been eager, and she didn’t want to be the one to back down. Tyler, however, had picked up on her nervousness the moment they pulled up outside the looming, crumbling structure.

As the group gathered their equipment from the back of the van, Tyler glanced over at Y/N, noticing the way she pulled her jacket tighter around herself. “You sure you’re up for this, darlin’?” he asked, his Southern drawl cutting through the chill in the air. His eyes held a softness, a mix of concern and warmth. It was the look that always made her feel like she was more than just a part of the group like she mattered to him in a way that went beyond their shared adventures.

Y/N forced a smile, adjusting her camera strap and trying to steady her nerves. “Yeah, I’m good. It’s just a bunch of old ghost stories, right? Nothing we haven’t faced before,” she said, trying to sound more confident than she felt.

Tyler chuckled, reaching out to brush a loose strand of hair behind her ear. The touch was brief, but it sent warmth coursing through her, grounding her against the chill that seemed to seep from the abandoned building in front of them. “Hey, if it gets too much, you just stick by me, alright? Ain’t no way I’m letting anything scare you off.”

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully, but the corners of her mouth quirked up at his words. “You better not run off and leave me to the ghosts, cowboy.”

He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “I’ll even let you hold my hand if it gets real spooky.”

She laughed, feeling a little lighter despite the nerves buzzing in her chest. For a moment, with Tyler’s steady presence next to her, the sanatorium didn’t seem quite so intimidating. But as they joined the rest of the crew Boone, Kate, and Javi who were already testing their EVP recorders and flashlights, the eerie atmosphere settled back over them like a heavy blanket.

The sanatorium’s front doors groaned as they pushed them open, revealing a long, dark corridor lined with dusty windows. Cold air rushed out to meet them, and their footsteps echoed in the empty lobby. Boone, always the thrill-seeker, led the way with a confident stride, while Kate followed closely behind, her camera already recording. Javi stuck to the rear, muttering about how this place gave him the creeps.

Tyler stayed close to Y/N, his flashlight sweeping across the broken tiles and faded wallpaper. He glanced at her whenever she jumped at a sudden noise or flinched at a gust of wind that rattled the windows, offering her reassuring smiles. And she was grateful for it, even though she tried to hide her nervousness behind a brave front.

They started their investigation in the main lobby, recording audio and taking photos, but it wasn’t long before things took a strange turn. Y/N swore she saw something moving just beyond the reach of her flashlight shadows slipping across the walls where there shouldn’t have been any. She spun around, her heart racing, but when she pointed it out to the group, no one else saw it.

“Relax, Y/N. It’s probably just your imagination,” Boone teased, flashing her a smirk. But Tyler caught the worry in her eyes, stepping a little closer to her as they continued exploring.

After a while, the group gathered in a hallway leading deeper into the building. The air seemed heavier there, colder, and the shadows seemed to stretch out longer. Boone, ever the daredevil, grinned at Y/N and then nudged her with his elbow. “Hey, Y/N, you wanna prove you’re not scared? How about a dare?” He gestured toward a dark corridor branching off to their right. “Go get some footage down there, alone. It’s the hotspot, they say.”

Y/N hesitated, glancing down the pitch-black hallway. Her nerves prickled, every instinct telling her that nothing good would come from venturing into that darkness alone. She tried to brush it off with a laugh. “Yeah, right. That’s how all the horror movies start, Boone. Nice try.”

But before she could respond further, Tyler stepped forward, his expression hardening. “Not happening,” he said firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument. He shot a look at Boone, making it clear he wasn’t joking. “She’s not going anywhere without me, got it?”

Boone raised an eyebrow, but Kate elbowed him, sensing the tension. “Fine, fine,” Boone muttered, holding up his hands in surrender. “Didn’t mean to push it.”

Tyler turned back to Y/N, his hand resting gently on her shoulder. “I told you, I’m not lettin’ you out of my sight,” he said softly. Y/N felt a flutter in her chest at the way he was looking at her protective, unwavering and she managed a small smile.

“You’re my hero, Tyler Owens,” she teased quietly, but there was genuine gratitude in her voice.

But almost as if the building itself took offense to Boone’s words, a loud crash echoed through the hallways, reverberating off the dilapidated walls. Everyone froze, their breath catching in their throats as the sound of footsteps heavy and deliberate followed, as if something unseen was pacing just around the corner.

Tyler instinctively moved closer to Y/N, his arm brushing against hers. “Stay close,” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the strange sounds. Y/N nodded, gripping the handle of her camera with trembling fingers, feeling the warmth of his body next to hers as a shield against the creeping cold.

They moved toward the noise, Tyler leading the way with his flashlight. As the heavy metal door slammed shut behind them with a deafening clang, the darkness seemed to thicken around the group, swallowing up what little light their flashlights provided. Y/N’s breath hitched, her hand instinctively clutching Tyler’s arm as the sudden sound echoed through the empty hallways. Tyler’s grip tightened around his flashlight, his knuckles turning white as he scanned the darkness. The air felt colder now, and there was a tension in the silence, as if the building itself was holding its breath, waiting for something.

Boone was the first to speak, his bravado faltering as he turned back toward the closed door. “Alright, very funny. Who’s messing with us?” he called out, trying to sound more confident than he felt. His voice echoed, but there was no answer, only the steady creak of the building settling around them.

Javi swung his flashlight back down the corridor, his face pale. “Man, that door wasn’t supposed to be able to close like that,” he muttered. “This place is supposed to be abandoned.”

Kate, who had been holding up her camera, stopped recording and looked around nervously. “Okay, maybe we should just leave. This place is seriously creeping me out.”

Tyler kept his arm around Y/N’s shoulders, his body tensed as if ready to protect her from whatever might come out of the shadows. He glanced down at her, concern etched in his features. “You alright, darlin’? We’ll get out of here, okay?”

Y/N nodded, but her eyes darted around the hallway, her mind playing tricks on her as shadows seemed to shift and dance just beyond the flashlight’s reach. She tried to keep her breathing steady, but a shiver ran down her spine when she thought she heard a faint whisper, her name barely carried on the stale air. “Did you hear that?” she whispered to Tyler, her voice barely audible.

Before he could respond, the whispers grew louder, weaving through the air around them. They were indistinct at first, like the murmur of a distant conversation, but then they began to form words taunting, eerie words that sent a chill through the group. “You shouldn’t be here��” the voices echoed, seemingly coming from all around them, as if the very walls were speaking.

Boone’s bravado evaporated entirely as he spun around, his flashlight flickering. “Okay, nope. I’m out. We’re leaving. Right now,” he declared, tugging at the door handle, but it wouldn’t budge. He pulled harder, panic rising in his voice. “This isn’t funny anymore! It’s stuck!”

Kate backed away from the door, her face pale. “This has to be some kind of prank. Or maybe it’s the wind?”

Javi shook his head, swallowing hard as he glanced back down the dark hallway, where shadows seemed to writhe and stretch toward them. “That’s not the wind, Kate. There’s no way.”

Tyler turned to face the others, his jaw clenched. “Alright, let’s stay calm. We’ve got to find another way out of here,” he said, but his voice wavered as the whispers continued to creep through the air, growing louder with every passing second.

Y/N’s grip on Tyler’s arm tightened as she fought to keep her fear in check. The shadows seemed to pulse around them, growing darker with each flicker of their flashlights. Her pulse quickened when she thought she saw a figure standing at the end of the hallway, barely visible in the dim light a dark silhouette that didn’t move. “Tyler… there’s someone down there,” she breathed, barely able to form the words.

Tyler turned his flashlight in the direction she was pointing, but the beam only illuminated an empty hallway. He squinted, straining to see beyond the darkness, but the figure she saw seemed to melt into the shadows. “I don’t see anything,” he said, though he kept his voice low, as if afraid that raising it might make the darkness react.

Boone finally gave up on the door, turning back to the group with panic clear in his eyes. “Let’s head back the way we came. We’ll find a window or something to climb out of.”

But as they turned to retrace their steps, a chilling breeze swept through the hallway, carrying with it a deep, raspy voice that sent shivers down their spines. “You’ll never leave,” it hissed, the words wrapping around them like ice.

The lights flickered wildly, and Y/N felt Tyler’s arm slip around her waist, pulling her closer as if to shield her from whatever was lurking in the shadows. He met her gaze, his expression serious despite the fear that flickered in his eyes. “I’m not letting anything happen to you, Y/N. We’re getting out of here. Together.”

The words were barely out of his mouth when a loud bang echoed through the hallway, the sound of a door slamming shut deeper inside the building. Boone and Javi jumped, nearly dropping their equipment, while Kate let out a small yelp, stumbling backward.

Tyler’s eyes darted to the shadows, his jaw clenched. “Alright, that’s it. Everyone stick close. We’re finding another way out now.”

Just as they started to move down the hallway, there was a scuffling noise, like footsteps shuffling across the dusty floor behind them. Y/N turned, her flashlight cutting through the darkness, but all she saw was empty space until she caught a glimpse of movement, something slipping out of sight around the corner. Her breath caught in her throat, and she squeezed Tyler’s hand, forcing herself to keep moving forward even as dread twisted in her stomach.

The group pressed forward, but the whispers followed them, growing louder and more insistent, as if urging them deeper into the darkness. Tyler kept Y/N close by his side, his arm brushing against hers with every step, a steady presence amid the chaos. She clung to that comfort, even as the air seemed to grow colder, each breath visible in the dim light.

And then, just when it felt like the building was closing in around them, the whispers stopped, plunging the sanatorium into a heavy silence. For a moment, all they could hear was the sound of their own breathing, the rapid thumping of their hearts.

But before they could process the sudden quiet, another door creaked open somewhere down the hallway a slow, deliberate sound that sent a fresh wave of fear washing over them.

Tyler turned to Y/N, his expression grim but determined. “Whatever happens, stay close to me, you hear? We’re getting out of this place if I have to carry you out.”

She nodded, managing a small, shaky smile. “You’ve got yourself a deal, cowboy.”

But as they moved toward the sound, knowing it was their only hope of escape, they couldn’t shake the feeling that something was watching them something that had no intention of letting them leave.

And as the next door creaked open, revealing a staircase descending into pitch blackness, Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling that their night had only just begun.

[insanityclause]

National Geographic is freshening up its programming slate.

The network has ordered four new series including The Real Finding Nemo and Surviving Pompeii with Tom Hiddleston.

It is the first slate of programming since it emerged that a large number of Nat Geo titles including Life Below Zero and Wicked Tuna were coming to an end.

Surviving Pompeii with Tom Hiddleston is a historical exploration about the eruption of Vesuvius in 79 A.D. and the preserved Roman city it left behind. Hiddleston, who studied Classics at Cambridge University, exec produces alongside his Loki executive producer Kevin R. Wright.

It comes from Plimsoll Productions, which is behind Nat Geo series including A Real Bug’s Life and The Devil’s Climb. Grant Mansfield, Alan Eyres, Helen Flint and Tom Barbor-Might exec produce for Plimsoll and Carolyn Payne exec produces for Nat Geo.

Hiddleston is the latest celebrity to front a Nat Geo series after Chris Hemsworth, who hosted Limitless and Will Smith with Welcome To Earth.

The Real Finding Nemo (w/t) comes on the back of A Real Bug’s Life. It will explore dynamics of life on the reef and beyond via a clown fish.

The series comes from Our Great National Parks producer Freeborne Media, whose James Honeyborne exec produces alongside Tracy Rudolph Jackson for Nat Geo.

Elsewhere, Ryan Reynolds’ Maximum Effort and BBC Studios Science Unit have teamed on Meet The Planets (w/t), an astronomy series that brings the galaxy’s most famous family to life, with the sun as the matriarch, surrounded by her unruly planetary children. It will feature comedy and animation.

Andrew Cohen exec produces for BBC Studios Science Unit alongside Betsy Forhan for Nat Geo.

Finally, the network is expanding its One Day In strand with Diana: One Day In Paris. The three-part series will explore the tragic death of Princess Diana on the 30th anniversary of that paparazzi car chase through a Parisian motorway tunnel.

It follows 9/11: One Day in America and JFK: One Day in America and comes from 72 Films.

It will feature rare archives and interviews with witnesses who have never spoken publicly as it looks at the 24 hours before and after Diana’s death and follow the story through to her funeral one week later.

David Glover and Mark Raphael exec produce for 72 Films alongside Carolyn Payne for Nat Geo and TJ Martin and Dan Lindsay.

All of this comes after Nat Geo axed Wicked Tuna earlier this summer. The Pilgrim Media Group-produced series, which follows a group of fisherman from Gloucester, Masschusetts as they rod and reel fish bluefin tuna, had been airing on the network since 2012 and 13 seasons.

Nat Geo’s Emmy-winning series Life Below Zero is also ending after its 23rd season, per star Chip Hailstone. Spinoffs including Next Generation, First Alaskans and Northern Territories are also ending.

Other titles not returning to Nat Geo include The Incredible Dr Pol, after 24 seasons, and Dr. Oakley Yukon Vet, after 12 seasons.

“These new unscripted series epitomize everything National Geographic stands for — bold, captivating storytelling rooted in world-class research and expertise,” said Tom McDonald, EVP of Global Unscripted and Factual Content. “National Geographic is building on its reputation as the home of the most distinctive factual series from the very best storytellers in the world.”

[aleisters]

i am making the sappy post about darby, finally.

the shoot love in wrestling is something that really gets to me. and it really gets to me with darby because he's a quintessential underdog. like, shoot he used to be a loner and honestly kind of a loser and a guy with an ugly personality. he can be awkward and stuttering and lisping and he has a really fucking mixed bag of tattoos.

if you go back and watch old interviews with him, he's borderline extremely unpleasant, he's rude and obnoxious, it's often demonstrably clear that he's not happy for some reason or another. he's never really mean to the interviewer, but "shows up to the facetime interview from his bed" is like. okay.

but after he joined aew, he started getting better. for the past year and a half especially he's become someone you can trust with things. he's smiley, he doesn't talk deep and slow to account for his lisp anymore. he's trusted to do things, to do media interviews, to carry around belts, to say he wants to be world champ, to represent aew in the climbing of mount everest. tony khan is paying for some (if not all?) of his mountain climbing training. that's insane.

and i don't think you get who darby is today - outwardly generous (he has random people staying with him all the time, to learn to wrestle, to lose weight with his help, whatever they want), smiley and friendly and personable - without the shoot love. you don't have who darby is today without the fact that tony khan believes in him so much. without his idolisation of jon moxley, and that moxley believes in him for real too. you don't get it without darby being trusted to work with sting - sting! the iconic wrestler sting! and then sting trusting darby's opinion that sting can return to in-ring wrestling (instead of just cinematic amtches). in the present, darby is training sting's son to wrestle. all of that is love.

there's love with the bucks too, who wanted to hire him, who love that he skateboards and stuck up for him incorporating that into his gimmick. who have wanted to wrestle with him before and then got to do that multiple times this year. darby who appears in the background of bte doing stuff like building skateboards for matt. who nick does all the primary checking-on during stunts in their matches. darby can't manage to kayfabe say a bad word about them, he's like "yeah the bucks hired me and i'm so grateful for everything they've done and they're amazing. btw they suck yeah boo hiss evps" it's fucking... cute...

and darby and brody have such a long and deep friendship that they can't wrestle without brody making some proclamation about how they're going to do it forever. brody has a tattoo about darby. eddie kingston had darby for about 1 match before becoming a Ruffling His Hair guy. adam copeland went one step further and said i'd had this boy for one match and i'm going to cuddle him and kiss him on tv. ridiculous sweet stuff.

i'm not putting darby on a pedestal, because he's fallible and imperfect and he's done weird and bad stuff, but i'm not using this post to talk about something that requires a genuine nuanced conversation, i'm using it to talk pathetic and wax romantic about my number one favourite wrestler.

i think he is one of those people who you can really shoot see the development of from an unfriendly gremlin into like, a gremlin that everyone loves for some reason. everyone around him loves him and wants to give him good opportunities and he pays that back so much, as often as possible. he does it by being the pinch hitter when nobody else is right for it, even at the expense of his own body. he does it by raising money for the skateparks that saved him as a kid. he does it by looking after the people around him - making sure his parents never have to work again. he does it by wrestling well, at the top of his game and still improving.

and i'm soft and i believe that love did all that. i think without the people who love him he'd still be a weird off-putting little mess.

and i hope 2025 is his year. i wanna see him at the top of every mountain he wants to climb.

[aew-needs-to-do-better]

Need I remind you that it was CM Punk who twisted the events at All In and said that he calmly approached Jack and said ‘he didn’t punch anybody’ or how it was Punk who leaked to Fiteful saying that Jack pushed and bumped Punk first and Punk retaliated with a chokehold? He waited until Jack calmly put his hands in his hair to throw a punch. Jack backed up. Then Punk grabbed Jack’s hair in order to put him in a headlock ie not a sleeper. Jack stepped out. And then Punk threw more punches before Joe, Hook, Hero, and the ref grabbed them both. Shit lasted a couple seconds. But not before Punk lunged at Tony and knocked over monitors. And no, this was not the incident that made Tony fear for his life. That happened after Punk’s match with Samoa Joe.

Jack Perry did nothing wrong.

Like it was Punk who leaked that story to Nick Hausman about the story regarding real glass to save face after he went on another tangent to burry Hangman Adam Page. That is why Jack was mad. He leaked a story that made Jack look bad so Punk could make himself look better. In hindsight, I am starting to believe it was Punk that was spreading stories about AEW like wildfire to the press. Before Punk, there were rarely any leaks that didn’t involve Sammy Guevara. It’s no wonder that since then, no story has been leaked. No locker room gossip. Nothing.

Punk was a condescending piece of shit in a company built on the idea that the type of hierarchy where top guys like Cena threatening Gabbi Tuft, then Tyler Reks. That is why Hangman broke script to begin with and what that promo was about. Punk kept needling at everyone backstage and bring a piece of shit. And Page saw the culture change with Punk openly disrespecting his peers and pushing people off of AEW like Colt Cabana and using his position to get his way.

Now I’m questioning Brawl Out. I starting to think that the Elite didn’t kick down that door and start that fight. Now I think hotheaded and paranoid Punk escalated that confrontation after the Elite went to his locker room. If Punk has shown those little tendencies to twist a story in his favor like saying Jack bumped into him or confronted him or threw the first punch or was condescending to him when we were just shown footage that it was Punk who did it, I am starting to think Punk was always the problem. In fact, him getting ousted from WWE the first time is starting to make sense. Punk is a carny piece of shit with a fragile ego.

Tony should have not punished Jack at all. He should have fired Punk from the jump.

Should the footage have been shown? Yes. Punk is a fucking lying narcissist who prides himself on being the realest yet he,under the guise of being some guiding veteran, tried to sabotage Perry’s career and reputation. For months, Jack has been made out like some little bitch and all he did was back away and let some 40+ year old man throw a tantrum. The Scapegoat moniker makes sense. Maybe they should have released it online.

They didn’t mention Punk once. The Bucks have been referencing Jack for weeks now since they started this EVP gimmick. Their angle was to accuse FTR of only beating them at All In because of what happened with Jack while redeeming Jack and welcoming him into the Elite. That’s the story. At the same time, it was petty. Will this convince Pepsiman diehards? No.

And this had nothing to do with WWE. It had to do with a former disgruntled employee who lied. Good fucking riddance.

That being said, this show was uncharacteristically mid. The Jerichoverse should die and Mox, Page, O’ Reilly, Thunder Rosa, or fucking someone should have had a ten minute match. The card was disappointing overall.

But regardless, we can stop creating fanfic about this stupid overblown event. If Punk were anyone else, he would have been blackballed from wrestling along with Teddy Hart. There is no excuse for attacking your fellow employee. If it were anyone else, Punk would have been arrested for assault.

Still would have preferred to see a Takeshita match.

[rottenpumpkin13]

It is Halloween soon! Zack throws a Halloween party on the 49th floor (can be big, can be small, however you'd like to write it) and has decided to use an ouija board. What chaos breaks out?

(Also i was bday anon, thank you so much, your posts are life 💞)

Zack's Halloween Party

• To cease the arguments over who gets to host the annual SOLDIER halloween party, Director Lazard comes up with an idea.

• He writes down each of his SOLDIERs' names on small slips of paper and places them in a huge bowl, then summons them all to an impromptu meeting.

Lazard: Whoever's name I pull out will be the designated party organizer. Does that sound fair?

Zack: YES! I WON! I'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO THROW A HALLOWEEN PARTY!

Lazard: No, Zack. I mean, does my selection process sound just?

• A chorus of agreements echo throughout the room.

Lazard: Good. And the winner is *he sticks his hand in the bowl, pulls out a name, then sighs* Fair.

Zack: Yes, Director! We agreed that it's a fair process!

Lazard: No. Zack Fair, you won.

Zack: YEEEESSSSSSS!!

• A chorus of no's and groans sweep the room.

Zack: Don't worry, guys! I'll do my very best! You'll see! This is gonna be the best Halloween party ever. *he interlocks his fingers evilly* and I have just the tool to make it fun...

• The day of the Halloween party arrives. To everyone's surprise, the party's rather ordinary. There's good music playing, Halloween decorations everywhere, flashing lights, fog and candy bowls stationed everywhere.

• Sephiroth, Genesis and Angeal step off the elevator. Sephiroth is dressed like a grim reaper with Masamune fashioned as a scythe, Angeal is a zombie, and Genesis is a queen? king of hearts.

Angeal: Huh. Look at that. No one who knows Zack personally would've ever guessed he would be responsible enough to pull this off.

• Angeal snatches a candy bowl from Sephiroth's hands.

Genesis: I know, right? It almost makes you feel bad for underestimating him.

• Kunsel (dressed like robocop) and Roche (hippie) walk by carrying Skelesis Bonesodos.

Kunsel: Where are we hanging Skelesis?

Roche: Zack told us to hang him by the dancefloor.

Genesis: Son of a bitch.

• Angeal fails to notice Sephiroth nick an entire platter of spaghetti and meatball eyes from a passing server.

• Zack (dressed like a pirate) comes bouncing up to them

Zack: Arrg! Hey, guys! Sweet party, huh?

Angeal: Yeah, actually. I'm impressed. It's just a regular party without any crazy additives.

• Zack pulls out a Ouija board.

Zack: Or so you thought!

Genesis & Angeal: ZACK, NO.

Zack: Zack yes!

• Genesis snatches the ouija board away from him.

Genesis: I refuse to compliantly sit here and watch you damn us all by bothering the spirit realm. You have no idea how dangerous it is!

Angeal: Are you serious? Ghosts aren't real.

Zack & Genesis: Yes they are.

Angeal: No, they're not. And I'm not letting you mess around with anything paranormal. I don't want a repeat of last time.

• Collective flashback to the time Zack purchased an EVP recorder and refused to shower for a week because the ghost insinuated that it'd possess him in the bathroom.

Zack: Oh, please! That was ages ago. Besides, how cool would it be to have a real entity at my party!?

Genesis, sarcastically: So cool! One minute you're doing the Monster Mash and the next we're calling a priest!

Zack: I'm not gonna get possessed!

Angeal: You're not gonna summon anything! Ghosts and demons aren't real! Right, Sephiroth?

• Everyone turns to see Sephiroth working his way through another bowl of candy.

Angeal: Give me THAT!

Sephiroth, chewing: Honestly, it wouldn't hurt to try to use the ouija board.

Zack: Ha-ha! You rock, Seph! I knew you'd be on my side.

• Zack and Sephiroth high five.

Genesis: I give up. Summon the demon, damn us all to lifetime of paranormal prosecution. What do I care? It's not like anyone listens to me any—*he looks across the room*—HEY! KUNSEL! STOP PLAYING CATCH WITH SKELESIS BONESODOS! YOU'RE GOING TO BREAK HIS HIP!

• Zack leads the four of them to a vacant office room. They sit down in a circle on the floor and sets up the Ouija board in the middle of them.

Angeal: This is the stupidest thing I've ever done.

Sephiroth: Don't say that. I would argue that purchasing that questionable, over-priced plant from that man in the slums that turned out to be plastic was the stupidest thing you've ever done.

• They all place their fingers on the planchette and slide it around three times.

Genesis: We're going to die.

Zack: Shhh! Oh great spirits that reside in the Shinra HQ! Make yourselves known...please—pretty please? I really want a party ghost!

Sephiroth: Do you gentlemen think a person's soul can become trapped within the sword that kills them? I often hear Masamune whisper to me in the middle of the night.

Angeal: And you mention that NOW?

Genesis: Ho-ho! I thought you didn't believe in ghosts!

Angeal: I don't. I believe in Sephiroth inevitably succumbing to psychosis due to years of trauma.

Zack: Guys! Shhh! You're gonna distract the—

*The planchette moves on its own*

*Everyone screams*

Angeal: WHO DID THAT? WHICH ONE OF YOU MOVED IT?

Genesis: IT WASN'T ME!

Zack: IT WAS THE GHOST!

Sephiroth: Fascinating. Zack's Ouija board has proven to be a reliable tool for demonic communication.

Genesis: I wanna leave! I'm not playing with this stuff!

Angeal: You moved it, didn't you, Genesis? You wanted to scare me and be right about the paranormal.

Genesis: Shut up! I have my limits too, you know!

Zack: Guys! Shhh! Let me talk to it!

Zack: Dear Mr. Ghost..... Or should I say Mrs. Ghost? Ms. Ghost? Wait, what if the ghost is gender neutral?

Angeal: Ghosts aren't real!

*The planchette moves again, this time right on the letter G. Everyone screams and starts panicking*

Sephiroth: Is that real enough for you?

Genesis: It's spelling something out!

Angeal: Shut up! Look!

*The planchette continues to move until it spells out GET OUT*

Genesis: YOU DON'T HAVE TO TELL ME TWICE!

*He gets up and runs out the door screaming. Zack and Angeal follow him, also screaming. They leave Sephiroth alone at the table, snickering with his fingers still on the planchette*

Sephiroth: Suckers.

*He pulls out a jumbo bag of Halloween candy and starts eating*

[banannabethchase]

Stay Put, Babe (I'm Coming for You) - also on AO3

~

After that promo with the Bucks and Hangman, Matt goes to find where Hanger has disappeared to.

~

Title from Use Me by PVRIS feat. 070 Shake

~

Matt waits until the camera shuts off to relax. “What the eff was that?” he hisses to Nick. He can’t figure out if his hands are shaking or tingling with anticipation, and he can figure out even less if he thinks either are a bad thing. “I thought you –”

“He did,” Nick says. There’s no comfort in his eyes, though. Just the echo of the confusion in Matt’s whole being. “He said he was in. He – I don’t know, Matt.” He looks apologetic, worried. Matt wishes that was enough. “I promise, I asked him. And he – he said he was going to be there.”

“Did you ask him about Blood and Guts, though?” Matt pleads.

“Yeah, I told you I did.”

“But what did he say,” Matt says. He adjusts his jacket, because he’s suddenly very aware of how much it got mussed by Hangman, and stares at Nick. “Come on. What did he say?”

“He said he’d think about it,” Nick says. “Can you move on? We have stuff to do.”

“You told me he said yes!” Matt says, following Nick. “What, did you lie to me?”

“I didn’t lie,” Nick insists. “I told you he would probably say yes.”

“Well, clearly, he didn’t,” Matt hisses. “Now I have to go do damage control because I looked like an idiot out there.”

“Is damage control code for jumping Hangman’s bones?”

“Shut up,” Matt snaps, but he can’t argue with Nick. Unlike Nick, he’s not a liar. “Go run gorilla and stuff. I have work to do.”

“More like work that’s gonna get done to you!” Nick yells after him, but it’s too late. Matt is determined and halfway down the hallway.

In contrast to the explicit demands set forth in the EVP AEW Tips and Tricks Handbook, there aren’t labels on every single locker room, let alone the highly organized spreadsheet documenting every room, match, and promo lined up for each performer each day. He put himself, Okada, Jack, and Nick’s information in there. But nobody else seems to have complied.

He sighs, disappointed, as he opens the eighth door in the hallway to see a small, dimly lit room with a couch and a small bathroom in the corner. “Hello?” he calls. “Hangman?”

From the corner next to the door, a shadow steps out. Matt has the brief sense to be worried, because there’s always a chance he’s walked in on Malakai doing a weird ritual that will cause his death by joint rearrangement or something. But then he sees the face that appears in the light from the hallway, and he, somehow, relaxes.

“Hangman,” he says, relaxing. “Hanger. Hi.”

“The fuck do you want?” he asks, frowning. “I thought we took care of this earlier.”

Matt glances down the hallway. “Can I come in?”

“Why?”

“I – wanted to apologize,” Matt says.

That gets a reaction. It’s a laugh, sure, but at least it’s a real reaction. “Matt – sorry, Matthew – Jackson apologizing.” He pushes the door open and steps aside. “Fine. Come right in.”

The room is cramped, almost. It’s not a large room, like the one the EVPs have. Almost an afterthought.

Matt will have to underline and bold the Adam Page stays with the Elite in the program management document he sends to all of the venue coordinators next time. Apparently simply bolding it wasn’t enough.

“You should have stayed with us,” Matt says, fiddling with his necklace. “Our room is, like, four times as big and has a bunch of extra couches and a fridge.”

“I rejected it,” Hanger says. He sits on the chair of the couch. “Told them to find me a closet or something.”

Matt’s heart finds a spot somewhere near his sneakers. “Oh.”

Hanger folds his arms across his chest. “You said you had an apology for me?”

“Right,” Matt says. He adjusts his necklace and the collar of his blazer, clearing his throat. “I wanted to apologize for suspending you. Tony wouldn’t hear reason. It was on Swerve that all of that happened – not you.”

Hanger’s face is unreadable, and Matt wonders when he lost the ability to know what the man is thinking.

“All Swerve, huh?” Hanger licks his lips. “Like you didn’t first invite him onto your team before inviting me.”

Matt feels lunch crawling up his throat. “I – that was – you know.” His heart is racing. “Hanger, you know we only asked him because I thought you weren’t ever coming back.”

“You know I’m here forever,” Hanger says. Matt tries to find some sort of happiness, some sort of joy in the words. He can’t. “Why are you really here, Matt?”

Matt shrugs and moves his hand up to fiddle with his necklace again. He can’t look at Hanger. He doesn’t want him to know what he’s thinking.

With a frustrated little groan, Hanger shoves him up against the wall. It’s the closest they’ve been in months. Matt stares, forcing eye contact he wasn’t capable of earlier. “The fuck do you really want?” he growls, and Matt really wishes he could control his boner right now.

“I want,” Matt says, eyes flickering between Hanger’s mouth and eyes, “I want to – see you.”

“You already did that.” Hanger steps up to him, crowding in his space. Matt wants nothing more than to jump on him, rip both of their clothes off. “So what is this?”

Matt can’t catch his breath. “You know what it is,” he says.

Hanger makes an impossible noise, something raging and focused and stunned. He reaches out, too fast for Matt to even realize what’s happening, and drags Matt in. It’s less of a kiss and more of a bite, teeth into Matt’s lower lip and fingers dug deeply into the skin of Matt’s hip. It’s everything. Matt moans, throwing his arms around Hanger’s neck to draw him in closer. He needs more. He needs skin. He needs whatever Hanger wants to give him and more.

There’s a ripping sound and buttons fly all over the room, and Matt’s suddenly cold. It doesn’t last, though, as Hanger’s shoved Matt flat against the wall.

“Fuckin’ hate these suits,” Hanger grumbles, biting a line down Matt’s neck. “You look better naked.”

“Cute dirty talk, but you should probably just get in me,” Matt says.

Hanger rolls his eyes. “Fuck. I forgot how much you suck.” He dives back in and kisses Matt again, a little less teeth forward, and Matt gives himself three seconds to remember when it used to be like this always before Hanger’s gone for his belt and is ripping it out.

“Turn around,” Hanger says, unbuttoning Matt’s jeans. “You still keep shit in your bag?”

“Always,” Matt says. He presses his hands against the wall. He’s fine with rough – wouldn’t be the first time – but the offer lights the tiniest bit of hope that, somewhere, his Adam is still under all of this rage. That isn’t to say he won’t enjoy the rage while it’s here. “Got new stuff.”

“Cool,” Hanger says. There’s a rustling sound. “Since when do you go for water based?”

“I – shut up,” Matt says. He can feel his cheeks burn red.

“What happened to ‘silicone based or die’ Matt Jackson?” There’s a hint of a tease to the back of it.

“I – look, okay, I haven’t had a chance to, like, hook up with anybody lately…” He trails off.

Hanger’s laugh turns a little mean. “Fucking yourself with toys ‘cause you missed me,” he says, and it’s almost patronizing. Matt feels a hand on either ass cheek and fights the urge to push his hips back, but he figures being here at all is desperate enough. “Did miss this, though.”

“You did?” Matt asks.

“Yeah,” Hanger says. “Nobody’s got an ass like you, baby.”

A combination of jealousy and the familiar sparkle of praise well through him. He wants to ask whose asses, exactly, he’s had the chance to compare to Matt’s. But he doesn’t want to push. “No one?” he asks. He hopes it’s not too eager of a question.

“No one,” Hanger confirms. “Nobody I’ve seen, that is.”

Matt tries not to feel hurt by it. Of course Hanger’s been with other people while he’s been gone. Matt’s been busy with work, and Hanger’s been busy with…well, Matt’s not sure. “Like. Recently?”

He tells himself to shut up. As usual, he doesn’t listen.

“Not so much,” Hanger says. “You can, like, turn around, if you want.”

“Oh.” Matt turns, a little awkwardly, with his pants around his ankles. “Right. Nobody?”

Hanger shrugs. “I’ve been busy. Selling the house, buying a new one. You know how it is.”

“Yeah.”

Hanger walks up to him, some of the fire in his eyes gone as he flips the lube around in his fingers. He reaches out and plays with the pearl necklace Matt is wearing. “I really do like this,” he murmurs. “Reminds me of...” He trails off. Matt wishes he knew what words belonged in the tense silence.

Matt shrugs. “I like innuendo. And these are nice – people take me more seriously when I wear nice things.”

“That is definitely not true,” Hanger says. “The passion is cute, though. You’re real into it, aren’t you.”

Matt can’t meet Hanger’s eyes. “Into what?”

“The power.” Hanger’s practically pressed up against him now, reaches down to run a thumb over the head of Matt’s cock where it’s leaking precome. “Being a big man with big money in front of millions of people in TV.” He leans in, lips by Matt’s ear. “Like they don’t all know you beg for it like a whore at home.”

Matt knees threaten to give out from under him, but he steadies himself before things get really shaky. “I’ll beg for it,” he says. “I’ve been hard since I saw you wrestle. You know I’m desperate.”

“Never had somebody, like, degrade themselves while fucking before, but okay.” Hanger grabs one of Matt’s hips and spins him. “Spread your legs.”

Matt does, and drops his head against the wall as Hanger runs the pad of his finger along Matt’s hole. “Still pretty as ever,” Hanger chuckles, and Matt didn’t expect this. But he’d hoped.

He’s not rough, exactly, as he opens Matt up, but it’s not slow and it’s not gentle. It’s got an edge Matt’s not used to seeing from him – demanding and focused and intentional. The man is on a mission, and nothing will get in the way of it.

“That should do it,” Hanger mutters. It’s…odd. Like Matt’s not actually part of the conversation. Like Hanger knows Matt would go for it regardless of what the circumstances were.

“Yeah, you can – please?”

Hanger’s laugh is low and dark, and Matt almost falls to the floor at the familiar nudge of Hanger’s cock against him. “As shitty as you are right now, you never change.” He pushes into Matt without any further ado, and Matt doesn’t have any choice but to plead for more.

“The problem with you,” Hanger grumbles, bruising grip on Matt’s hips as he hammers into him, “isn’t that you never shut up. It’s that half the fuckin’ time the shit that comes out of your mouth doesn’t make any goddamned sense and you piss people off.” He slides his hand around to cover Matt’s mouth, sliding two fingers into his mouth. “There it is. Now you can’t piss me off.”

Matt sucks eagerly, falling into the glorious abyss of feeling and being taken. There’s no expectation from him other than to stay standing. The world can dissolve and he’s not responsible for it.

It’s sudden, then, when his mouth is empty and he’s moaning around nothing but air.

“Making sure you’re, like, still alive or whatever,” Hanger says. He slows his thrusts. “Are you still good?”

Matt nods.

“Jesus, man, I’m gonna need words.” He stops entirely, though doesn’t deprive Matt of his cock, which feels like a mercy.

“I –” Matt searches for anything else. “You –” He can’t figure out anything else to say. It doesn’t feel like anything else matters.

“Yeah,” Hanger says, rocking his hips slowly. “Tell me more.”

Matt doesn’t know how to tell more. He doesn’t know how to use words or explain where his head is right now. “More,” Matt’s able to say.

And, in what is truly the mercy of the moment, Hanger starts moving again. Matt pushes back to meet his thrusts, and reaches down to touch himself.

“None of that, baby,” Hanger says, and for a second Matt thinks that means he doesn’t get to come. And then another, larger hand wraps around him. “I got it.”

Matt plants his hands against the wall again and he can’t move. All he can do, all he has to do, is feel and be and take and –

“Adam,” he whispers.

“Come for me,” Adam demands. “Do it.”

Matt, always, has been helpless to his requests. His legs go all but numb as Adam buries himself deep inside of him with erratic thrusts, and the quick snap from good to too much makes his head spin. He’s about to tap, about to say he’s hit his limit, when Adam groans and Matt feels him lose that last little bit of control with a tight, sharp grip on Matt’s hips.

Matt drops his head against the wall. He waits to be cold again. Instead, Adam seems to drape himself over Matt’s back. If Matt didn’t know better, he’d say it felt like Adam as pressing his face into Matt’s hair.

“Fucking hate how good you feel,” Adam murmurs. There’s a press that could be a kiss to the back of Matt’s neck, if he hopes. He finally feels cold as Adam pulls out of him and smooths his hand along Matt’s hip and steps back.

“Weird way to end this.” Matt leans down to grab his pants and underwear, adjusting himself as best possible. He checks at his blazer – the buttons are definitely done for. He turns to see Adam fully dressed again. “You ruined my jacket.”

“Yeah?” Adam asks. There’s a hint of a his former self, the man Matt got to reconnect with last summer. It’s gone as soon as it showed up. He reaches out and wraps a couple fingers around Matt’s necklace and pulls. Matt goes easily. He would have gone even if Adam just beckoned. “Pretty sure you’re glad I ruined the jacket instead of these pretty pearls.”

Mat’s just gotten fucked and he can feel himself aching for it again. “I like this necklace,” he breathes.

“I know you do,” Adam says. “It’s why I got it for you.”

Matt’s heart is racing, wishing he could figure out where this is going and if he could stop it. “It’s why I wear it,” Matt says. “Because you got it for me, I mean.”

Adam goes soft again. “Yeah,” he sighs. “That was kind of the plan.”

Matt knows there are other things to say. He knows he owes apologies, knows Adam isn’t expected to answer. “I should probably get back to the EVP room,” Matt says, fiddling with the necklace. His fingers brush Adam’s. “You, um. You can come with me. If you want.”

“Nah.” Adam drops his hand and takes a step back. He runs a hand through his hair. “Not yet, I mean. Maybe next time.” He looks away from Matt and turns to the chair, propping up his boot and retying laces that were perfectly fine. He glances back to Matt briefly. “Keep in touch.”

Matt knows enough to know when he’s been dismissed. He takes his hair out of his ponytail, trying to make things look at least mildly presentable, when he crashes into Nick.

“There you are!” Nick says. “Jesus, where have you been?”

Matt shrugs. “Do you actually want to know?”

“Does it have to do with Hangman?”

“Again, do you actually want to know?”

Nick sighs and looks disappointed, which is more impactful from a younger brother than Matt thinks it should be. “I’d hoped you were, like, making shit up about going to see him.”

“I don’t lie,” Matt says pointedly.

Annoyingly, Nick dodges the taunt. “You know you do this to yourself over and over again, right?”

“It’s worth it,” Matt says, and he forces himself not to check down the hallway to see if Adam followed him. “He’s worth it.”

“Hope you’re right about that,” Nick mutters. “Because if you can’t convince him to do Blood and Guts, I’m out of ideas.”

Matt doesn’t explain that Blood and Guts wasn’t on his mind a single second Hangman was in his eyeline.

~

Mini Playlist: Cowboy Break My Heart - Tanner Adell Pearls - Jessie Ware Chokehold - Adam Lambert Use Me - PVRIS feat. 070 Shake

[wrestlingisfake]

Spent a few days mulling over Tony Khan's decision to air the CM Punk/Jack Perry footage. But my gut feeling hasn't changed. This won't help AEW unless it convinces everyone Punk was 1000% in the wrong that day, and I don't believe it will.

What's clear is that the footage was reviewed by various parties within AEW--including lawyers--and it was damning enough that they could fire Punk without paying the rest of his contract. But that doesn't mean showing the footage will persuade wrestling fans to reject Punk's "a man's got to do what a man's got do" approach to conflict resolution.

I don't know if any of the footage can back up Khan's claim that he feared for his life during the incident. Punk rejected that claim, but I doubt he disputes the reports that he "lunged" at Tony. It's more likely that Punk simply thinks a "real" man would have no reason to be afraid in that moment. In any case, keeping this issue alive doesn't seem to do AEW any good.

The biggest risk is if the footage--or whatever the Young Bucks say about it--provokes Punk into making a response someday. The best case for AEW is if the segment is so airtight that Punk decides to shut up, or if his clapback is as incoherent as the "pegwarmer" promo. More likely, though, he'll fire live rounds that make AEW look stupid. AEW can only retaliate by trying to make Punk look even worse, but Punk doesn't care as much about looking terrible as AEW ought to care about not looking stupid.

The only upside I see is if the segment somehow has anything to do with the kayfabe storylines within AEW. Like, I assume the Bucks will tie Punk's misbheavior at Wembley to their tag title match against FTR, or their "we're the jackass EVPs Punk said we are" gimmick, but I'm not sure how. Or maybe the footage will lead to the Bucks "exonerating" Perry to set up his return to AEW as their sidekick. But these are goals that could be achieved without talking about Punk at all. Which brings us back to the original point--this just isn't a hill worth dying on.

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

Maso! Do you have anything for our EVP birthday boy Matthew? I’m sure you can write something awesome for him

Yes babe, I can! And although it’s not Matthew’s birthday, I still did it because at last I finally finished something 👏. And no, I didn’t write EVP!Matthew, just regular Matt, it was what worked for this so I hope you get to enjoy it either way.

Also, I didn’t put the translation to the lyrics but you guys let me know if you’d like me to translate the entire song (google translate will fuck up some of the phrases as per usual), but for now I’ll leave it like this. And yes, I highly recommend you to listen to the song because it’s *chef’s kiss* the melody and flow is ugh, so good. Hope you like this, love💋

A/N: Huge shout out to @theworldofotps and for supporting me through this. Love you babe 🥰

*Written in Matt’s POV*

“Eu quero a sorte de um amor tranquilo

Com sabor de fruta mordida…”

The beauty of the known is often looked upon and taken for granted as something that shouldn’t be cherished. Because it’s comfortable, unexciting, predictable, trustworthy, and completely capable of making you yawn with boredom. But the thing is that the true beauty lies in what is expected, what you already know, in all of the things you can replay in your mind even before they happen.

You know it all, from the long pauses to the hesitation, the doubt in every word silently marked with an interrogation point. The uncertainty beneath the “I made a chicken pie for dinner”, it’s all so foolish to some, but to me, it’s the most wholesome thing that could ever exist in this world.

Love is overrated, not because it is a frivolous thing but because people often over-glamourize it as everything that it is not. Real love is not being excited to see your significant other every day, it’s not the urge to touch them nor the need to hear their voice. Real love is not marked by excitement but in fact, it’s nothing more than comfort.

When we’re young we have this vision that love will sweep us off our feet every day for the rest of our lives, and then reality hits us and love becomes everything that’s not advertised on TV shows or movies.

“Ser teu pão, ser tua comida

Todo amor que houver nessa vida…”

There is that raw excitement in the beginning, but after a while - like every new experience in life - you grow out of it and the only thing that remains is the person you know well enough to predict everything they do, from behavior to clothes, from speech pattern to preferences of food, drinks, movies, books, colors, vacation…you can name their routine as if it was your own, and that is the true beauty of love.

Not the eagerness to be together, but the comfortable silence as you watch the news. It’s the casual “Do you need something from the grocery store?”, it’s the care, the mute expression of true feelings, the lack of necessity to say anything at all.

True excitement lies in asking “Do you want some prunes on your greek yogurt?” just so you can see their nose scrunch up in disgust before the already-known answer of “Of course not! Yuck” fills up your ears and you silently repeat it along with them.

“E ser artista no nosso convívio

Pelo inferno e céu de todo dia

Pra poesia que a gente nem vive

Transformar o tédio em melodia…”

If anyone asked me “If you could, would you do it again?”, my answer would be “Absolutely”. I would choose the same woman, over and over again. I would experience the highs and especially the lows with a smile on my face because I know the outcome is worth it.

What makes our love special is not the two honeymoons spent on the Caribbean sea, but all of our endless crying and praying sessions on the kitchen floor at 3 am because we had no idea how we would pay the rent.

That’s why as I stare at her now, swiping the living room floor while singing the very same song that I now know the lyrics all too well, I’d confidently say “I do” all over again.

“Is everything ok?” She asked, after suddenly settling the broom to the side to skip the song currently playing on the speakers.

“Yeah, why?” I ask, incapable of keeping the soft smile off my lips. Sipping on my cup of coffee, I mentally mimicked her as she squinted her eyes “Are you sure?” She asks, a hint of uncertainty coating her words, “You’re looking at me funny”.

“Funny?” I chuckled “That’s an interesting choice of word. I wouldn’t say ‘funny’ but rather something deeper”.

“Todo amor que houver nessa vida.

E algum remédio que me dê alegria”

“Oh yeah?” She teased, “Like what?”

“Admiration perhaps?” I offer, before hiding an amused smile behind the rim of the cup.

“Nah” She clicked her tongue in sarcasm but was unable to hide the gleam of happiness in her eyes. “Get a life, you weirdo”.

“I already have a life” I keep staring at her, and the once amused smile turns into a full toothy grin.

“Rather boring I’d say” She teased, throwing one of the couch pillows at me.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, dove”.

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