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Not Youɾ Midnight Love (pɑɾt 6)

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⇴Crédit : rudecopper on twitter

⇴ Part 5

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⇴ This part contains Smut!! Be aware of that please.

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He was sitting at the table in silence. Plates placed as usual one for you and one for him. His head was in his arms, thinking and thinking. When he came back around 7 am, after wandering around the neighborhood and stopping at the nearest cafe, he found a little paper on the door letting him know that the door was opened. So careless, he thought imagining the idea of someone finding it before him.He was sitting in silence at the table in silence, thinking about how he would be able to collect the little piece of trust you had in him that he broke earlier this morning. His thoughts cut sudenly hearing the door of your room slowly opening and your heavy footsteps. He stood up, making his chair flicker. You were rubbing your belly, hearing growl of hunger, before meeting his eyes. One second and two seconds passed before you said calmly "Good mornnin'" with your sleepy voice.

He nodded, before sitting back and getting up again.

- Morning.

- You forgot your keys, you continued.

- I did. Thank you for the memo on the door by the way, he cleared his throat.

You entered the kitchen and took the kettle. You shook a little bag of coffee powder and poured it into a cup, you took a second bag and poured it into another cup.

- Coffee i suppose? you asked

- Yes but... uhm can we talk.

You placed your hands on the counter and turned to him.

- I will first then.

He nodded energetically.

- You have to stop drinking that much if you cannot control yourself.

He looked at you shoked that it was your first thought.

- You cannot talk to me the way you did yesterday.

- I won't

- I want to go back to the way we were so I'm erasing from my mind what happened yesterday.

- I... can't because I did something that I won't forgive myself. I hurt you and...

He paused and breathed. He left the table and went to the kitchen to join you.

- Listen, I need to tell you something. I do not care about a lot of things. I usually do things my way and try at least to not bring people in the way I am. But you. You... are in my way but not in the negative part. Hum. His throat was burning. I can't help to care about you and to be sure that everything is alright around you.

- But that is not your job.

- I know but I... can't help it. I don't know what came over me, and it won't happen again, that I can promise you, but I can't just forget and, yes I want you to forget to let me live here... because I like what we have together, but I want to be sure, that you know, that I care about you. And the fact that I hurt one of the most important... I...

You lowered your head. You wanted also that, the idea of him staying, it was comforting. You nodded and smiled, making his heart lighten a little bit.

- Coffee?

-Coffee, he smiled back.

When you turned your back and heared him go back to the living room, you let out the breath you've been holding for a few minutes now. Yes, he had hurt you, but not in the way he thought. He had triggered something in your heart that you thought you didn't want to grow and that was the most painful part. Becoming aware.

The silence was so thick between you, almost touchable. You were siting next to each other and the gaze upon you was heavy.The only thing you could notice was the laugh. Oh, she was trying her best to not laugh.

- So you wanted more? Shoko asked.

- I didn't say that.

She almost died on her inspiration from her electronic cigarette. You looked at her seriously and snatched it from her.

- Hey! she screamed between two coughs.I don't want to mock, but be honest two seconds, it's hilarious.You felt something in your belly right? she asked tickling you.

- What the fuck are you trying to say?

- You're so rude when it comes to him God, try to be discreate about your feelings or he will discover them.

- There is no such thing as a feeling. That's what I'm trying to say.

- Ok but when you asked him to stop it wasn't about the act right? It was about the situation.

Maybe? You had every right to ask him to stop. He wasn't in the right state and you weren't okay with his manners.

Shoko shook her head in despair.

- I don't want you to get hurt, nor him by the way. But if the feelings that developped in your coochie...

- Shoko!

- Then that means maybeeee, you want something more of all that. Try to be clear with that because in the end, if both of you won't talk about what you feel... it's not going to end well.

You knew that. You really knew that. But you didn't have a clue of to figure out what was going on in your head.

You ended up again in the Café where Geto worked, without really knwoing why. The decor - although ugly - was reassuring.

His eyes were, from across the room, locked on you. Something was on your mind and he could tell just by looking your gesture around your tea, nearly shy to dive into it. His shift was ending in less than two minutes and he was still asking himself if it wasn't too much to come talk to you and offer you to pass some time together. After all, you met 24 hours ago, but something triggered in his mind and he couldn't shake it off.

- Are you alright? he finally asked at the end of the two minute. You didn't touch it.

You met his gaze and kindly smile. That was low of you, he thought.

- I don't know why I came so I was wondering about that. But yeah, I'm fine, are you finished?

- I am.Do you have some time, do you want to go walk a little bit?

- I would love to actually.

- Let me grab my vest and we can go.

Silently but not awkwardly, you walked side by side near the river, the one ending in the ocean that was at the entrance of the city.

- We had a fight, if you were wondering...

Could you really call it a fight?

- About what?

You stopped. Maybe it wasn't a good idea talking about that with his best friend. You didn't want them to go in a argument over something you cleared up earlier.

- Minor things about his behavior... Netherless, it's stuck in my head in a bad way and I didn't know where to go so I came here.

You looked at him and for a second you realized that maybe the situation was weird.

- Geto, I'm sorry, it's weird isn't it?

- What do you mean?

- We know each other since what... a day? And here I am running to your workplace when I don't feel at ease.

You had a way to make his heart twist. A day, yes, but it came fast to him, the realization, that he saw this encounter as something more, at least to him... he wanted to believe it.

- You know, a lot of friendship starts like that. A weird way, I mean. Because you decided to sit next to eachother, because you asked a weird question, because you laughed at a bad joke, all of theses situations will always be odd at first, but who cares?

- Still... I am have to manage what is developping in my head or else I would be a burden for you.

Both of them actually.

- Can I say something that could actually sound cheesy? he asked, making you raised your head.

You were already there, seeing the your building in the background.

- Confide in me, he started. Rely on me.

He took your cheek in his hand. It was cold and at the same time so warm. You wanted to hear this. But the little voice inside your head was singing these words "not from him".

From afar, Gojo just left his previous appartment that was in an impeccable state, as if the accident never happened. The temperature had become cooler making him shiver slightly. He looked towards the road to watch the beautiful sunset that was slowly falling and dipping the city in a particularly soft orange. The honeyed colors fell on your hair. Again that unhealthy feeling grew in Gojo's stomach. His hand. His hand was on your cheek and you didn't fight back. Did he know less about your relationship with Geto than you said? Were you more than just acquaintances who "just happened" to meet? He was sick. That was the only answer he had to his stomach, which had suddenly become very tense.

The key turned into the lock and he could hear you talking to Geto. So what now, you won't come home alone? Never again? Gojo stood up and greeted both of you. He let you saying goodbye to Geto and make your way into your room. "Smells good!" you screamed from your room.

Gojo looked at your door closed and run towards the entrance. Geto wouldn't be far. He called him from the stairs, where his best friend turned to him with a large smile.

- Yo what's up! Geto said.

Gojo looked at him silently.

- What is she to you? he asked without restrain. After all, he had every right to know, he was his best friend.

-What? he asked scratching his head

- You heard me man, common...

Geto took two stairs up towards him.

- It's going to be weird, but I don't know.

- Please don't, don't do that.

-Do what?

-Falling in love with her.

- Okay, Gojo, some strong words. I didn't say that I loved her.

- But you didn't say you didn't like her.

- What does it matter? Geto asked.

-Because if it's you, she would have every reasons to run to you.

Geto looked at him puzzled.

-You're the goal. You are.

Not me, he thought.

- Please find someone else, not her. Everyone but you... he finished before turning back to the appartment.

He felt that the dinner was dragging on. Billie Eilish album in the background was playing. This ill-timed song began.

♫"What the hell did I do? Never been the type to Let someone see right through"♫

You talk about the moment of the day when you had seen Shoko, saying that she was always so annoying, without really mentioning the background of your discussion.

♫"Up all night on another red eye I wish we never learned to fly"♫

The moment of the day you had to help an old lady because the cars weren't stopping at the stop signs.

♫"Maybe we should just try To tell ourselves a good lie I didn't mean to make you cry"♫

He could hear you mumble the words of the song. The sensations that sailed through Gojo's body were unbearable. It was growing more and more. He was looking at everything on you. Your clothes. Your mouth. Your hair. Your eyes. Everything in this room was making him sweating. It was too hot.

♫"There's nothin' you could do or say I can't escape the way I love you I don't want to, but I love you"♫

He let a little laugh escape.

- It's just like if you're saying you're loving me right now... he said.

-Wh...at? you asked stunned by the words.

Too hot. Gojo got up so abruptly from the table that you slid your yogurt spoon down onto your pajama pants.

Did the gods want to play with him right now? -Fuck, you mumbled, trying to wipe the white stain from your stocking. Look what you did! Oh, he was watching. He left the living room in the direction of the bathroom. - I don't feel well, I'm going to take a shower and go to bed. I'm sorry. You watched him leave the room without saying a word.

Gojo leaned against the door. Shit, shit, shit. His hand slipped under his jogging suit and he came out with what had been writhing in pain for the last few minutes. He slid his hand along his cock frantically, his weight braced against the door, sliding it out, so that he ended up on his knees on the cold bathroom floor. He thought about last night, about your body under his. His hand continuing its back and forth over his stiff dick. His little moans were starting to grow into whimpers of complaint. He wanted it to be yours that encircled his cock, that it was your tongue that brought him to pleasure, that it was your body that stirred under his penetrations. Oh it was too much. He lifted himself up with all his weight and stepped into the shower abruptly, letting the water run over him, both to calm him down but also to mask his growing moans. His speed was accelerating. He tilted his head back, leaving "ahs" echoing in the bathroom. The obscene sounds of his gestures on his cock had faded under the pressure of the shower. -Fuck, fuck, he wanted to scream your name. The temperature of the water was frigid and ran down his frame, yet nothing changed the burning frenzy inside him. He could feel it twitch between his fingers and he applied more and more pressure. He was going to cum using your laughter and your voice, your face and your body as material, and God, it had been so long since he'd had to masturbate in this way. His grunts intensified to the point of release. He placed his left hand on the wall and his right hand finished with slow movements, letting his pleasure fade into the shower drain. Dammit.

Now the stain slightly erased you recovered the things on the table and proceeded to arrange them in the kitchen. The dirty dishes in the sink and the fresh products in the fridge. It was rare for Gojo to leave the dining room without saying anything and without putting anything away. Maybe he was really sick. You walked past the bathroom and heard unusual sounds coming from the room. You tried not to pay attention, but you couldn't deny that the sounds you were hearing were moans, and not from pain. The feeling you had last night came back and ran through your body.

Who was he thinking of? Was that why he wasn't talking at the table? Was his mind elsewhere? To someone?

~ ah ah ah ~

His moans were particularly bewitching. The sudden sound of the shower surprised you and you locked yourself in your room.

What had just happened? How could you still look at yourself in the mirror after trying to kill Gojo in a moment of initmity? Despite your disappointment with yourself, you couldn't help but feel that warm, lustful feeling come over you. You slumped down on your bed, slipped your hand under your pants and felt your desire transpire on your fingers. You slid one finger in and then two easily. Fuck, it was too good. You could hear her moaning in your ear. Like it was you he wanted, always. You imagined him on top of you, whispering your name, longing for you. Your fingers continued to insert themselves quickly into you. You let your imagination take control. His inside you, thick and precise. He would know where to aim. You could feel your juices slowly flowing down your thighs. What you felt was an aphrodisiac wave. You moved your thighs up to give him more access to your intimacy. You were completely raving. He was in the room with you, taking you to a powerful orgasm. More, you wanted more. You wanted him inside you. Let him fuck on your own bed, let him bang on the wall to wake up the cranky neighbor. You wanted to scream his name and ask him to go harder. Your head was buried in your blanket and you took a small piece of cloth in your mouth to hide your moans. Quickly, awkwardly, his fingers touched your pleasure spot. Your name on his lips. -Go-jo... you whispered. There, there... You were speeding up - he was speeding up - you could feel yourself coming. More, more. You wanted his heat not yours. The wave of your orgasm washed over you, without respite, you felt your legs shake, your toes curl.

You let the warmth went away, only to leave you alone in the dark room, all sweaty.

♫"Maybe won't you take it back? Say you were tryna make me laugh And nothin' has to change today You didn't mean to say, "I love you" I love you and I don't want to"♫

Out of breath, a little tear in the corner of the eye. You were falling in love with him, and denying it was lying.

Thank you for reading!

Part 7 here (coming soon)

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adoresobs · 4 years

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- the other pov! ( 𝐓.𝐂 )

the reader’s a singer and after listening to her good friend, harry’s song ‘falling’, she decides to make the other person’s pov which she relates to because of her recent breakup with timmy.

THIS FIC CONTAINS just angst mostly

can’t tell if i love or hate this but i decided to give something new a try and this is how it turned out-

part one | part two | part three

𝐌 𝐀 𝐒 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 𝐋 𝐈 𝐒 𝐓

THE SONG

you set up your phone, pressing the ‘go live’ button, watching as the comments began to fill up with countless compliments already.

“hey guys!” you tried your best to be the usual bubbly person your fans saw even with the breakup still being fresh in your mind. you grew closer to the phone to read the comments.

userone quarantine got everyone looking rough

“damn, do i look that bad?” you laughed, pushing some of your hair behind your ear. you could what they meant, your hair was tied in a ‘ponytail’ or just a mop on top of your head, no makeup was on your face, and you had on sweats. you could say you didn’t dress up at all.

usertwo u still look gorgeous queen it’s fiNe

userthree did u and timmy actually break up or is teen vogue playing with my feelings

userfour k but what’s with these articles ‘y/n l/n and timothée chalamet call it quits?!’

that was only a fraction of the comments you were receiving about him. you let out a nervous laugh, biting down on your lip. “okay, so, the reason i started this up was to show you all something i’ve been working on. if you know harry’s beyond amazing self and you listen to his music then you know falling which is also amazing. wellll, i made a slight remake of it? but it’s like from the other person’s point of view.” you explained.

userfive did u and timmy actually break up ):

usersix we writing sad songs now-

“yes, we are writing sad songs now,” you said with a small laugh. “no but all credits and shit go to harry and if you don’t listen to him, you should. he’s a really good friend of mine and you’re missing out if you don’t.”

userseven baby ur such a good person

usereight i want a y/n, she’s so supportive

usernine still dodging questions about timothée huh

“thank you for wanting a..me?” you giggled before turning to your piano. “okay, so i can play it but i’m not the best at piano so spare me, please.”

userten shes so precious

usereleven timothée lost all this

usertwelve how does she still look gorgeous without trying

your smile faltered at the comment about your ex. “alright, i’m gonna start.” you told the thousands of people watching, looking down at the keys and beginning to play.

“i’m in my bed, instead of yours, cried to sleep, turned off all of the lights and locked all of the doors.”

you remembered the day after everything went down. you barely got out of bed unless it was to use the bathroom. the most you did was cry and sleep when you couldn’t cry anymore.

“i replay what you said, don’t know if it’s true, left with two broken hearts and there’s nothing that we can undo.”

“i don’t want to be with you another.” timothée said, breaking the silence. you’d spent hours arguing about pointless things, it escalated the longer the fight went on. you just looked up at him, trying to scan his face, see if he truly wanted this. his head was facing the ground so you couldn’t read his expression. “this isn’t gonna work out for much longer and we both know that so i’ll just save us the trouble of going through this later on.”

“what am i now? what am i now? don’t wanna cry ‘cause i can’t stand the sound,”

you cringed at the screaming baby in the supermarket, catching timothée’s eye quickly. “little loud for you?” he asked, a smile on his face.

“i can’t stand the sound of crying so yes, it is.” you shot back, reaching over to hit his arm. timothée rubbed his arm, flipping you off.

“wouldn’t have guessed since you cry almost everyday.” he joked which made you gasp.

“i would appreciate it if i wasn’t being attacked by my boyfriend right now.”

“i’m falling again, i’m falling again, i’m falling.”

userthirteen she’s really making me cry like this

userfourteen truly think she did this because of the breakup with timmy ):

userfifteen about to go fuck up his perfect face if he hurt my baby

“what if i’m down? what if i’m out? what if you’re someone i can’t live without?”

“are you gonna admit that you love me or are we gonna have to keep doing this hate thing?” timothée asked after you’d stated you hated him for the third time that day. “mm, i think i’m gonna stick with the hate thing.” you answered, letting out a laugh.

“okay, y/n, i’m gonna need you to repeat after me.”

“mhm.” you decided to play whatever game he was playing.

“i, y/n l/n”

“i, y/n l/n,” you repeated.

“love mr. timothée chalamet and cannot live without him.”

“hate mr. timothée chalamet and definitely can live without him because he sucks.”

“i don’t recall that being what i said?”

“oh, really? tough luck.” you teased.

“i’m falling again, i’m falling again, i’m falling.”

usersixteen u sound so gOOD BABY

userseventeen i wasn’t even in the relationship and i’m about to cry

usereighteen can u- make a song with harry though-

“you said you cared, but i never knew, before i heard your lyrics, i didn’t even have a clue.”

“hey, y/n?” timothée muttered. he wasn’t sure if you were alseep or not since you were sprawled out on his chest and clinging to him. he couldn’t see if your eyes were open until you lifted you head up so it was face to face with his. “hm?” you asked.

“you know i care about you, right?”

“pfft, of course not.” even in your sleepy state, you still made jokes with him.

timothée almost groaned at your words, “i’m serious, okay?”

“i know, i know. i care about you too.” you laid your head back on chest and fell asleep comfortably in his arms. you slept great especially knowing that you were cared for.

“now everytime somebody says your name, i remember the day where i ran out of reasons to stay.”

“you don’t think this is working out?” you asked, your voice was low. you didn’t want this conversation to be happening. why couldn’t you just go back to before? where everything was good. you were happy.

timothée shook his head, not even bothering to look you in the eyes.

“so, that’s it?” you asked with a bitter laugh. “it’s over that quick. you’re not even fighting for us! shows how much this really meant to you.”

“oh, cmon on, y/n. we both knew that this was gonna fall apart when it started. we don’t work and that’s all.”

“we both knew? or just you?”

“what am i now? what am i now? don’t wanna cry ‘cause i can’t stand the sound, i’m falling again, i’m falling again, i’m falling.”

zendaya shut up you sound SO GOOD

arianagrande so proud of u xx

usernineteen completely forgot she was friends with them-

“what if i’m down? what if i’m out? what if you’re someone i can’t live without? i’m falling again, i’m falling again, i’m falling.”

usertwenty everyone appreciate this talented queen

usertwentyone this is where my favorite part comes up, everyone shut uP

usertwentytwo can i be u pls

“can i do this alone without ever needing you again?”

“admit you need me and i’ll help you.” timothée said, teasing you which he had been doing for the last ten minutes.

“this would be fine if i had subtitles but you won’t give me the damn remote.” you huffed. the movie was fully in french which you couldn’t understand. timothée didn’t want to turn on the subtitles since you refused to let him teach you french.

“admit it and the remote is all yours.”

“i need you because without you, i would have a very fun life without having to worry about knowing french.” you fired which only made timothée roll his eyes.

“no remote for y/n.” he said, turning back to the movie leaving you to whine about it.

“what am i now? what am i now? what will i do now that you’re not around? i’m falling again, i’m falling again, i’m falling”

you had never been so unproductive and bored in your life. that was something he was amazing at - encouraging and motivating you to do your best and take on the day no matter how juch you didn’t want to. now that he wasn’t here, there hardly felt like you had anohter reason to do said things. you were alone twenty four seven.

“what if i’m down? what if i’m out? maybe you’re someone i won’t talk about, i’m falling again, i’m falling again, i’m falling.”

your thoughts wandered back to all of the comments you neglected to answer. you didn’t want to talk about him and you were he didn’t want to talk about you. you finished, ending the song before turning back to your phone. you scrolled through the comments, seeing all the ones you missed while playing. “thank you z! and i love you, ari.” you said with a laugh.

usertwentythree when i see him, it’s on sight

usertwentyfour anyways u sounded so gOOD AND IM SO PROUD OF U!!

your heart warmed at the sweet comment, your face immediately heating up. “look, now i’m blushing. thank you lovely!”

harrystyles you sounded better than me

harrystyles think it’s your song now

usertwentyfive her and harry’s friendship >>

“miss you, harold!” you exclaimed. “but, i think i’m gonna end this. thank you all for liking it.” you said and ended the live.

the next morning your phone was blowing up. screenrecordings and videos of you singing were everywhere. there were even articles considering it your way of saying that you and timothée broke up. people on twitter were tweeting at you, mainly nice things which is what you only cared about.

your friends were blowing up your texts messages, screaming how proud they were of you. you were almost to the point of tears until you saw one message in particular.

my angel boy: hey

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katara0524 · 3 years

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Impromptu Ramblings about the NEO:TWEWY Demo

In case y'all weren't aware, I've been a pretty big fan of TWEWY for a couple years now, and with the sequel coming out next month, the excitement I feel for this game is greater than ever :) I played the Demo for the first time yesterday, and following a couple views of some livestreams of others playing it, I felt like sharing my (very ramble-y) thoughts prior to the release of the full game. This post WILL contain spoilers for both TWEWY and NEO:TWEWY, so if you want to avoid those from now on, please block the tags: #twewy spoilers, #ntwewy spoilers, #neo twewy spoilers, #ntwewy, and #neo twewy ^_^ Oh, and if you wanna keep up with any other posts I make about my experience with this game, please refer to the tag "kat plays neo twewy" :)

-First things first: I have not watched the Final Trailer and I don't plan on doing so to avoid spoilers, especially after the pre-release era of KH3 where a lot of the later trailers spoiled a lot of the endgame content. That being said, I've seen some minor screenshots from the final trailer including what many believe to be characters from the original TWEWY, namely Shiki and Joshua. That is all I know about the Final Trailer and I would very much like to remain as blind as possible going into NEO :)

-The very first cutscene was quite ominous in the sense that this game is likely going to be about "changing fate" (a recently common theme in Squeenix games, which I do appreciate), perhaps leading off from the end of A New Day in the OG and trying to stop an Inversion of Shibuya. Also worth noting that A New Day had similar aspects in which the main character experienced "future visions" of tragic events, although in A New Day these events were not able to be changed, while in NEO it seems like one of the main "powers" our protagonist has is specifically to rewrite these events and avoid a "bad ending." Very interesting indeed!

-I really like the revamped comic book style dialogue scenes, it's much more fluid and modern, which is an excellent direction for the series to take!

-I would love to have an actual PokemonGO knockoff of Final Fantasy creatures, please Squeenix that would be incredibleeeeee

-Also the LINE stickers??? Are so cute???

-I would just like to point out that Fret is an absolute treasure throughout this entire demo, he's hilarious and I will protect him with my life

-UHHHH don't like that Fret picked up some Reaper Pins just out of nowhere.....or the fact that they're apparently popular all over Shibuya.............did y'all not learn anything from the OG game or what lmao

-Okay so when I first got the "curry or ramen" scene and heard NPCs talking about the new curry place replacing the old ramen place I became IMMENSELY distressed that Ramen Don was totally cut from the game because....well, Ramen Don is a King okay?? But I'm glad to learn that no, he didn't fall off the face of the earth, he's still in business and he's the one opening the curry restaurant lolol. PHEW, crisis averted!

-.....I don't like the sudden appearance of a Wall Reaper and being able to read NPC thoughts. Wtf happened when they left the ramen place??? Are they playing the Game alive somehow?

-Okay so I have my own theories about this "Swallow" character and what they're up to but considering this is only the Demo and I still Have No Idea What's Happening, I'm just gonna say that I think Swallow intentionally led Rindo and Fret to the Crossing so they could join the Game. I mean, add in the fact that Swallow still communicates with Rindo during the Game and you've got yourself a suspicious character right there lol

-"Hey they're shooting off fireworks!" Fret honey that's not fireworks oof (see also: "*laughs* I'm in danger")

-WOOOOOO way to traumatize Rindo right off the bat like that LMAOO

-The visuals for the intro are VERY GOOD, the song is pretty decent until it gets all "screamo" (which I absolutely cannot stand sorry lol)

-Shoka is every Customer Service employee ever and I respect that

-Susukichi went from being "meh" to "WOW THIS GUY IS FUN" in the span of 10 seconds and I also respect that (he is also built like an Absolute Unit which is hilarious)

-The Wall Reapers (and just Reapers in general) seem.....way nicer and more helpful this time around?? Like in the OG the Wall Reapers were SO RUDE gfhjgjdfkhn and yeah I'm sure we'll get some like that but the juxtaposition of the first Wall Reaper in the OG compared to the first one in NEO is insane.

-The puzzles are quite a bit more entertaining this time around even if it's generally the same "fetch quest" formula lol

-"Rindo's Group" way to go Fret HFKJDGHSDFKJ mans really left the default name in there lmao

-OKAYOKAYOKAY so to those who aren't aware I am a MASSIVE SIMP for Sho Minamimoto, he's my absolute favorite and I think about him daily. HIS INTRODUCTION IS. INCREDIBLE. I LOVE IT SM.

-GOD hearing him actually SPEAK FULL SENTENCES is just SO SURREAL I love this sm

-Also the remix of his theme???? NEO TRANSFORMATION????? IT'S SO GOOD????????? It's like gone from a Boss Theme to a more triumphant sounding theme and I am HERE for it (every version of Transformation is just INCREDIBLE and getting a new one is even better)

-I Love Him, Your Honor

-Also idk how exactly but it's kinda weird seeing Sho in the OG vs NEO, cuz while he's mostly the same Insane Math-Obsessed Catboy, he's.....calmed down quite a bit?? Like OG made a whole point of how poorly he cooperates with others (not to mention just being completely unhinged and trying to kill everyone), whereas here in NEO he's......actually kinda working with others??? HELLO???? Sir what happened to you and Neku during those 3 years I would love to know all about it

-I guarantee you Sho is still probably scheming shite and will likely pull some total insane BS later down the road, and I am very much looking forward to that. Also, is he looking for a certain Pin or something??? Cuz he keeps talking about different Pins and even mentions "this is just another Psych Pin" like he's actively looking for a Pin to do something with. Maybe it also has to do with the "latent powers of Players" thing he mentioned as well??? What is this dude UP TO oml (also is he in contact with Neku at all?? they're both technically fugitives at this point right?? WHAT HAPPENED AFTER A NEW DAY I AM BEGGING YOU)

-I seems like Sho ALSO has an idea of what's going on in this specific game (even if he won't admit it straightforward). Per his quote "The game's 142,857. Factor it out," he's essentially saying, "This game is a neverending cyle, figure out how to get out of it" (or at least that's what I got from his "cyclic number" nonsense lolol)

-I do like how Sho mostly stays out of sight until he's needed for a battle or assisting with a mission, that's kind of on par with his whole "uncooperative" quirk from the OG, plus he might literally have to stay out of sight of other Reapers and Players considering he's likely breaking the rules of the Game (not surprising considering him and Neku broke practically every rule in the book during OG)

-The nicknames for Sho- I can't- They're so FUNNYYYY GFHJSDFKJ

-He goes from being called "Pi-Face" and "Tabooty" in OG to "Mr. Minami" and "M-Teezy" in NEO LMAOO

-(Wowee I just realized I've been mostly talking about Sho oopsies sorry y'all, this is what I meant by thinking about him almost daily he is THAT much of a fav of mine ghfkjsd)

-Okay RIP Fret and Rindo for not getting literally ANY explanation as to how the Game works OOF, that is kinda cringe that whoever gets the Pin earns points, not whoever erases the Noise (which like I understand but also URRRGGHHH I WANNA SEE THE SQUAD SUCCEED)

-"I should be going home now it's getting late" Oh you sweet summer child-

-Also love the mention of parents in this game???? KH you could learn a thing or two from TWEWY (poor Rindo's mom fhgjkdh)

-KUBO IS HILARIOUS I SUPPORT HIM AND HIS GROSS FACE (also thank you Final Trailer thumbnail for spoiling my suspicions about him very cool smh)

-Kaie is a LAD I also support him, go King type those funky texts I believe in you

-FRET PLS STOP SCANNING FHGJKSDHKJFGHFKJ he's like me when I scan in OG during Weeks 2 and 3 and see Taboo Noise coming after me ghfjdshfj

-Also Rindo can you stay off your phone for TWO SECONDS ik you're trying to figure things out but Fret is a jelly boi and I don't want him to be upset with you my guy

-Sho being an actual sorta mentor to the kiddos?? Who are you sir this is so unlike you ghfgskj what happened to the guy who tried shooting children in the face 8 times over LMAO (granted he's probably just using them but it's still nice to see him actually cooperating and sharing knowledge with the kiddos aaaaa)

-EYO EIJI OJI THE TIKTOK INFLUENCER IS BACK LMAO

-hgjkfshgkjf "we aren't glorifying capitalism on my watch" THATS SO FUNNY TO ME GFHJFSDGHJKS (also an all-orange ensemble is disgusting you deserve jail for one thousand years fkn Cheddar Goldfish Cheezit ass woman)

-WICKED TWISTERS NAME DROP EYOOO we love to see it

-gfhsgjf Poor Rindo embarassing himself for the sake of the Game that's incredible

-R e t u r n t o M O N K E. That is all.

-Dialogue during boss battles is HELLA cool i love that

-HHHHH THE KANON SCENE MADE ME A N G E R Y FRET STOP SIMPING MY GUY says the girl with a Literal Simp Encyclopedia and simps for pixels on a screen daily

-Can't wait to see the other Reapers :eyes emoji:

-CAN'T WAIT TO SEE NAGI MY BELOVED YEAHHHH WOOOOOO AAAAND that's about it for the demo lolol, I absolutely CANNOT wait for next month, this game is gonna be INCREDIBLE holy hell Prepare for more simping, more screaming, and more vibing from Yours Truly :) I fully intend on sharing more general thoughts like this on both Tumblr and Twitter so it's not just reblog-retweet-reblog-retweet with the occasional comment fhgskjd

If you wanna witness my insanity up close and personal I have a Square Enix Discord server called Sea Side Dreamers! You can look it up on Disboard, or you can add me on Discord @Katara0524#9244 for a direct link :) We have topics about Kingdom Hearts, Final Fantasy, NieR, and ofc TWEWY (as well as other topics!), so if you want some good ol' chaos and chitchat, you're more than welcome to join!

#neo twewy #ntwewy #neo twewy spoilers #ntwewy spoilers #twewy #neo: the world ends with you #the world ends with you #twewy spoilers #twewy rindo #rindo kanade #twewy fret #tosai furesawa #twewy sho #sho minamimoto #long post #also shameless Discord plug lmaooo #kat plays neo twewy

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i agree how you described twt, sometimes everyone's just ready to fight it seems, i've genuinely had fun on both platforms at different times but now it's just too much on stan twt (no space for difference of opinion djsjdjj) it's good to know you're having fun as well :3 & omg i've seen few of my moots starting to give svt their attention after fallin flower dropped, everything abt it is <3333 the song, mv, choreo i love it.

hdjdjddkdjdj " virgos 😐 " also me in next breath "happy birthday mark :D i love you so much 🥺💕💗" any virgos reading this i really hope you enjoy your month to the fullest djjdjd <3. righttt?? you're correct abt mark's temper being very virgo djdjdkd.

your line screams hard-working people <3 jihoon, jaebeom, jeonghan the 3Js <3. isn't jaebeom also an infj? (i don't take mbtis seriously but at the same time it also makes me happy if it ends up matching someone i like djdjjd) chan & yugs 🥺 these two imo have the sweetest personality, like the one which makes you feel welcomed & they also have the cutest laugh 🥺.

i love jus2 <3 focus on me is one of my favorite kpop mvs of all time & also drunk on you??? i love this song so much, very sexy of them. the vibes, style and everything w/ their album, i want more songs like that. and for when i am feeling melancholy i need more songs like jjp's verse 2 😭💔 but i am also okay if they don't want to go back to these units bcoz everything so far they've been giving is just as great <33 ( maybe in future we'll get blessed w/ features 🥺)

honestly g7 as grp and individually have won me over with their music style, even if i don't like full album ik there will be 3-4 songs which will be exactly what i like to listen to, all of the music they've released individually i've liked it so much. there is this song of youngjae's, titled "i'm all ears" i had no idea of its existence until it popped up in my spotify i'm so glad it did, it's been in my playlist ever since. there was also a time when i was obsessed with jackson's 'on the rocks' djdjdk.

aww <3 the live performance video of 1° has mark as thumbnail so for long time i used to associate this song with him jdjddk. i think the only j*pe thing i'd miss is got7 studio live sessions 🥺. RIGHTJDKSKS aju nice's mv is very cute djjddk I love it, in reality its reverse tho, i see them and boom! 💖💛💗🤍💕💙

it was the year they won first bb*as award so that gave them the exposure, and no i don't follow them anymore. mixed feelings abt them, very negative feelings abt f*ndom fjdjdjd. i do miss what it used to feel like liking them sometimes. at that time i never thought i'll willingly drop them from my interest (i've stanned zayn since 2012 first him as grp member then solo. sometimes thinking abt it gives me a whiplash hddjks it's been 9 years, really thought it would be same with them too but it didn't happen)

i've had falling in love by yugs and in to you by jaebs on loop for days djdkdk i really love these two songs and also air by bammie <3 (i'm slow jams kinda person djdjdk :3)

(bam released the most fun album & title this year idc abt others, ribbon is one of the soty) also special mention of look so fine & running through the rain. yes! you do make sense they feel organic & very them.

exactly 😭 it's more believable when they drop stuff out of nowhere like encore 😭😭. the way youngjae posted his letter on twt too ddjjdkssk the announcement & release of encore is such a 'you just had to be there' situation the excitement, nervousness, confusion and everything 😭 sometimes i can't with them. also is the bibi with mark on ost, the same one you mentioned in last ask? the ost is really good <3, it must've been fun to see it happen (if its same bibi).

making a whole ass playlist just for me???? 😭😭😭🥺💗 yza you're so sweet nooooo 💖

and don't worry abt replying late jdjdkdjd i mean it, sometimes my friends text me after weeks and i'm am the same. it's really okay <3. i hope this week is treating you kindly, take care yza - 🪂

p.s ( just saw last post djjej) - it was me who manifested more bunny dino <3 manifesting even more <33

i was on stan twt during my younger years too and it was v fun and memorable to me ngl <3 idk what happened though.. it's evolved to be.. Something Else.. i still see a lot of good people there though 😭 and now that i'm in my Hag Era... idk it's just too fast for me now 😭 it's still my go-to place for updates though nothing can top twitter on that dept

and ms fallin flower.... i feel like everyone was blown away by it (based off of what i see carats when talk about it) and rightly so!! she SERVED. the looks too oh my god. it's another factor i look forward to and enjoy so much when i watch their performances!!

u know what? virgos 😐 indeed KJJKDFJKFDJKFDKJ i want to slander virgos today because it's their season and no one slanders them that often so <3 ABOUT MARK'S VIRGO TEMPER THOUGH... i know i've said i enjoy seeing it sm but whenever i think abt it i cant help but say that.. I Love His Temper <3 he doesn't get pissed off in a scary and douchebag-y way it seems so... contained?? IDK HOW TO DESCRIBE IT he punched an a/c though so that might not be the perfect word to describe him lmaoo <3

THE J TRINITY HFDJFJDJHDF BESTIE UR MIND IS SO!!!!!!!!!!! honestly... maybe it's the acts of service for me <3 JKDFKJFDKJFJKD i think this is just my eldest sister and savior syndrome speaking though kfjkdkjf ALSO OH MY GOD THE WAY U NOTICE THESE THINGS <3 THAT'S SO SEXIE OF U!!! and yes he used to be an infj!! there was an interview that's more recent wherein he mentioned that he's now an enfj though but i cant rmb which interview it's from :/ ALSO MOOD FKJJKGJGKF i dont believe in mbtis too but im just... a little obsessed w it for the fun of it all <3 and the way u described them </3 what if i tear up a little </3 I LOVE CHAN'S LAUGH SO MUCH BUT IM SO SOS O GLAD U BROUGHT UP YUGYEOM'S LAUGH??????????? IT'S NOT TALKED ABT ENOUGH LIKE...... HELLO!!!!!!!!!!! one of my bird moots said he sounded like a schoolboy in choir 😭😭😭😭😭😭

GOD UR TASTE!!!!!!! what if i start falling in l*ve a little :/ what then :/ focus on me was ahead of it's time and people fucking slept on THEM i cannot fucking believe this. this has to be some kind of sick joke 😭 ALSO HAVE U SEEN THE CHOREO FOR SENSES!!!!!!1 INCREDIBLE!!!!!!!!!! holy fuck!!!!!! sorry for the expletives but like.... holy SHIT they did THAT!!!!!!!! ALSO UR SO RIGHT </3 jjp verse 3 when... ALSO did u know i let go of the jjprojects url... thats the worst mistake of my life KDKJDSKJDSJK also agree wholeheartedly <3 i think they're all trying to find their footing this time around as soloists and im so proud of them for that!! i'll stand by my jus2 agenda though bc they're almost in the same company so maybe.. i might have hope left 😭

SO TRUE BESTIE!!! the same principle goes w svt for me as well <3 got7's such a flavorful group musically like... all of them have the capacity to go solo and they're still considered flops.. waht the fuck <3 ALSO OMG FJDKJFKFJD YOU'VE HEARD The Song!!!!!!!! maybe he'll be releasing something along those lines <3 esp now that he's supposedly coming w an album KJSJKDJSK on a similar note.. do u also listen to jamie (the other artist on the song) <3 NOO SHUT UP THIS CANNOT BE FOR REAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 i was obsessed w on the rocks too 😭😭😭😭😭😭 IT WAS MY FAVORITE ON THE MIRRORS ALBUM HELLO??????????????????????????? im proposing to u rn

ok now i have to watch all the live vids again JKDSJKSJDKDSKJ ik keep saying 'ur so right', 'i agree', and 'so true bestie' but im gonna have to say this again bc i LOVE LOVE LOVE live sessions sm no matter the artist. i also just am a little partial to live bands in performances like that in general so JDJKKDSJDS

the way you're saying these cute things abt the svteenies.. </3 giving me heartache!!! i'd bully them though i can't coddle them anymore <3

not the fandom JKFDKJFDKJFDKJFKJF ok but i think it's mostly their younger fans tbh. it wasn't this bad before.. i also really liked bts during their debut days. their songs were really good!! i kind of lost interest though and couldn't really get into them although their songs slapped lol. my irls are still into them though so i still hear about them. 9 YEARS............................... wait oh my god it HAS BEEN a little over a decade since 1d was The Thing huh 😭 now i feel kinda old lmao. and i totally get that feeling </3 it really do be like that sometimes JKFDJKJKFD

you really ARE keeping up w the sevens oh my god how are you doing it!!!!!!!!!!! it's like getting svt content now at this point but more complicated bc u need to get the updates from different sources JDKJSDKJJSKD love ur song choices too <3

ALSO FULLY RELATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! when i saw bam's teasers... the aes was my cup of tea and THE HIGHLIGHT MEDLEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i can't fucking get it out of my mind it's objectively one of the best things i've seen from kpop in 2021. i'm super impressed <3 love how abyss really supported bambam on this. they really went all in for him!!

I KNOW GKJDFJDK I GOT SUPER ???????/// DURING THE TIME EVERYONE THOUGHT THEY WERE DISBANDING LMAOOOO they pulled a move that's so unheard of though no one really expected That. i respect jaebeom so much for handling all the paperwork and shit behind the scenes it must've been HELL!! ALSO IT MEANT I CRIED FOR NOTHING THEN 😭😭😭 AND YES OH MY GOD IT'S THE SAME BIBI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE SHOCK I HAD WHEN I SAW THE LIST????????????????????????? thought i was gonna black out like,,, mark,,, AND BIBI??????????????? she's fucking phenomenal how is she just a YEAR older than me.. INSANE!!! ... and i also thought jackson was gonna have an ost for this movie.. idk why it wasn't released though i didnt look into it :/

i had a rough few days so i'm not yet finished with the playlist (my laptop's Dead i am still trying to revive her and uni's starting soon 😭) but for the mean time, here's another one that some people from caratblr previously asked for JDSJKSDJ these are mostly english songs though its not my k-playlist KJDSKJSDJK

i do hope this week gets better!!! and i hope that you'll have a fun one too <3 thank u for being so patient w me 🥺 i just get so many messages and find the need to recharge FDKJDFJK

ALSO I FELT LIKE IT WAS U!!!!!! OH MY GOD, i even searched my blog for the word manifest but for some reason your ask didn't come up in the search so i didnt mention u in the tags so i wont misattribute if it ends up not being u 😭 thank u for manifesting this chan for me he's my little... hop hop now ig... 😭

#lov u u genuinely make my days better!! <#*<3 #also the way u called me by name... passing out rn </3 #🪂 anon #anon #y.ask #long post

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jeffhane · 3 years

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dynasty live watching: an incoherent post so that i’m not spoiling people on the twitter tl (i doubt any of this will be chronological or coherent enough to actually contain spoilers but better safe than sorry!)

oh my god the “previously on” - i forgot abt fallon and evan....

Theyre at a FUNERAL??? this was actually predicted but oh my god. if its steven i am going to be so mad. what an unfitting end to the- WAIT WHAT SIX MONTHS? what was that font;;;;:; whes sueiwjwk

copper arch🥵🥵🥵

this is cute. this is cute i like faloon pretty women so true

BYE I FORGOT ABT THIS VASE

fallon is genuinely such a bad person this is so bizarre,,,, i think she needs to calm down about oiterally everything ever

“This wedding is our chance to break the cycle of craziness” babe ur literally the one making the cycle of craziness

w. was that an ikmenn of liam getting his head off

JEFF MY BELOVED HE LOOKS STUNNING IN THAT OUTFIT. WHYS ALEXIS HERW “POWER COUPLE” YOU WERID MANIPULATIVE PERSON GET AWAY FROM HIM LOL

alexis is up to no good. bad bad jpeg. why do they write her dialogue like this

adam is acted so well lmao he’s the most unhinged person to ever exist *screams*

ohhh dominique, i don’t remember much abt her 😭😭😭 this woman she’s with is beautiful

ITS LAGGING????? i cannot Believe tjis

~rebrand~ ok girlboss!!!!!!!!! can we ship this businesswoman i dont recall her name with fallon???? id like that i think

too many plotlines have happened in too many minutes, i’m already forgettint things that have happened... isn’t blake supposed to be in prisoj? no? Ok: sure

adam is constantly doing this expression that is like 👁👁👁👁👁👁👁👁👁 HI SAM HI SAM HI SAM BEAUTIFUL MAN I LOVE HIM WHOS THIS MAN

raf is so stunning ughhhh i’m loving the costumes this season, everyone looks great! is this man a sam love interest? nervous? that is kinda cute. i miss stevej though. sadness. so many emotions

UHHHH hi alexis sure ig ur here

~OMENS~ babe that’s a tad dramatic don’t you think?????????? “Ignore the lore at your own peril” alright

WHOS THAT? WHOS THAT? OH HER OK

bye everything is going wrong for this......:..:::... *rubs hands together evilly* that will certainly be entertaining

credit scene!!! such a beautiful cast! where’s anders, oh how i miss him... i miss monica too wasn’t she supposed to be BACK🤔🤔🤔🧐🧐🤨🤨

its a commercial break... havent had to watch the show with these for so long😑😑😑. getting american ads is so funny bc the vast majority of them are Not at all relevant... at all

BACK TO DYNASTY!!!!!! was that a slinky? huh? oh ok that’s why the marriage is happening at the manor. #whenyouonlyhaveoneset oh hi ok monica so shes not going to be here?????😑😔😳

WHY IS SHE GETTING A CAR I FEEL LIKE THATS FORESHAWDOIWIJG FOR UMMMMM.... NOT GOOD THINGS ..... ITS LAGGING AGAIN 🤨

blake having dinner... ok hi cristal,,,,; is the priest subplot back? that was a weird one

adam???? how on earth does adam work his way into everything? NEXT GUEST? HUH? are you cheating on your wife? HI CULHANE! HI!

“straight people are exhausting” i mean yes, objectively, absolutely, but culhane is #notstraight .... idk how i feel about sam and this man. also what? huh? staying here? ok cool ig

OHHHHH he got married i see i see

“Haven’t you milked the carrington cow already” but....... she is literally the person who deserves the stuff..... k......... i don’t like dominique but she was given the short end of the stick also blake stop manipulating people just bc they tell u the truth😶😶😶😶😶😶😶

frustrated that we haven’t seen fallon in any non-wedding related stuff yet i always liked her more ~dramatic~ plots . like she’s a sweetheart but i do want her to evolve beyond thsi. idk if that makes sense. ok bye

“A relative’s happy marriage” uh???? we live in a society😔📈

who is father lynch<3333 oh he is in the hospital that’s not great oh adam upset that’s new /s

y is kirby dressed like an elf. god bless.

ughhhh i just think adam is not good for kirby. he’s not good in general. so true . what is he up to. ads again hhhhhhhhhh💯

omg we are back!!!!! blake wear the suit!! hi liz!!! i’ve seen pictures of this outfit, it looks nice. “I really want things to work out with liam” now that would be great but you’re in a soap opera so the chances of that are .... I DONT EVEN ONOW IF U CAN WEATHER ANYTHING W CRISTAL...)))))!$$ NOT NECESSARILY THE BEET CHOICE????

~technically it wasn’t cancelled~ alright love i feel as though you’re not telling the full truth here. ok his name is ryan . we know that now . cool . this relationship is awkward but it could be sweet

what the Fuck is dominique talking about this is so creepy😭😭😭 please do not market lingerie to ur niece 🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂 why does no one in this show know how to be polite

“You want me to stake my personal assets” i’m sure this would be meaningful if i knew anything about finance????? WAIT WAIT WIAT WAIT WAIT DHE REHEARING THE SAM DONS G THE SONG ALEXIS DONT INTERRUPT HER SINGING THE SONG🧐😔😔😔🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🥰🥰🤬😤😤😤😤😤😤

~duplicitous sham~ that’s quite a juicy phrase ms fallon. alexis i dislike your marriage. and you in fact. yes x . “We were just like any other newlyweds” except the newlywed factor........:

anders. oh my god i adore him so much. he reminds me of my grandfather . YES adam is dangerous. anders i love you so much. be my grandfather figure. top 10 cool old dudes of all time.

liz is so beautiful how am i suppised to “Focus” on the “storyline” kirby just went 🥰🥰 also hi culhane ily babe

“My father’s convinced adam is pure evil” you see, that is......... trueeeee...........:.::: im sorry culhane ily love

this dialogue unfortunately does not flow all that well LOL . people dont think up things like this on the fly “my love is like that boutineer” sir i guarantee that metaphors r not going to save ur relationship... HI sam. so true. hi ily. samhane? culsam? 😳😳

DONT STEAL ANDERS SPOT OH HI JEFF YOU LOOK STUNNING.......... BEAUTIFUL BOY ....... HI!!!! ~you are the only family you’ve ever needed~ shit none of this wouldve happened if the Carringtons werent so greedy ij the first place

~true love has many faces~ how many anti liam omens can they sneak in into the episode 😭😭😭😭 hi laura whats up

the poor waiters at this establishment...... why does laura look like a rlly young version of my grandma........: huh.... wont think abt it /... alexis bad mom.jpeg

“I don’t want to miss my sons special day” ok bye i don’t #care she’s kind of rude

fallon trying to avoid future drama is confusing to me as that used to be her ENTIRE THING? HUH??? everyones talking to their moms today what the heck do that many people talk to their moms???

jeff hiiiii <333 that maroon suit!!!!! love!!!!!

Dont hurt anders you strange little evil man!!!!!!!!!!! (Adam, for reference)

fallon likes to ~e n u n c i a t e~ her dialogue. Drama Teachers Love Her

FIRBY SCENE! WELL THEY R TALKINF! UWU ! UWU ! smiles:) smiiiiiles:) the height difference i cannot do this😑😊😊😊🕯🕯🕯 BYE

BueirHWIIDWJDIWIFJWIFJWJJFWJFJWJDJWJDJWIFJWJFJWJDKWJDJWDJJWHDWHDHWHEHWHDHWJDJWJRJWJEJWJDJQUEUWJEJWJEJW CRIES SOBS SCREAMS THIS OS SO FUCKING FUNNY

Kirby you dumbass😭😭😭😭😭 ALEXIS WUDIWNDJW JEFF CAN YOU NOT HEF FCANKREMTIWN WHY IS THIS DIALOGUE IM SCREAMIGNRJFJD

kirby babe you are the kist imorjri WHQT? HUH? when all the characters have the maturity of a 13 yr old <33333 DID THE SHOW JUST END?????? OK.... DAMN.... they were really 2 minutes away from the end and remembered that things are supposed to happen in tv show episodes.... i cannot tell whether it os over actually?????? huh??? going to keep watching because it would be so embarrassing if i missed a few minutes oh yeah theres more

IM SORRY WHYBARE THESE PEOPLE SO STUPID. every single one of them. ih my god l. ohhhh my god . “I never meant to hurt you” you cheated on him. both of them are bad people. 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨 kirby darling what were you thinking . this dress on kirby is STUNNING ugh, she’s so charming . adam Shut the fuck up. He hasn’t said anything but shut the fuck up. OH MY GOD ADAM SHUT THE FUCK UP. OH MY GOD I HATE ADAM SO MUXH. OH MY GOD HOW IS HE THE WORST PERSON TO EVER LIVE 😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😶😶😶😶😶😶😶😶😶 HES SO EVIL

“I didn’t want to tell you because i didnt want you to think of me as a monster” why did you do that stuff then bro . Kirby you SHOULDNT trust someone after they say that? How naive? Huh ?

omg hello jeffs grandma!!!!! she deserves better than every shitshow in this family... god🤨 dominique being a good person? i like to see that. she seems so genuine. ok this is nice . wait... SAFE? 😳😳😳😳 💴 💵 #money i miss monica

why do they never have sufficient lifhting in WAIT..... HER?????? #dumbofass HI JEFF <33333333 HI you can scam and whatever ur allowed to i support u

ooohhhh GORGEOUS fallon outfit

“Such a fail” IS THIS 2012 . CRINE HEIDJWJFIWNDWJDNWKFJW ENJDJSDJWJNDJWJD they keep saying folklore and im thinking its some sort of reference to the album and i get confused. wheres scheming fallon. need scheming fallon. do a scheme. do it

“We are that lucky couple” press x to doubt .... wait who is this🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔 this seems cincerning im cocnentwd why did it zoom in on this random man

#how many ads are there you ask?#too many #i never watch things live #this is .... a lot #american cell service is so cheap #cruella de vil ad😭#how does the cw app work #more ads ig #i dont have the attention span to remember what happened before the ads

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koi-sims · 5 years

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Do Sim Evil Better.

I’d been knockin’ this idea around for a long time, and after collecting (or making, in the case of the CAS background) all the right cc, I decided to do something fun and unrelated to my stories and make the most handsome, most ingenious, and most evil man to ever exist in a narrative, Corin Deeth III (who actually named the Corin in my current storyline - Corin with two “r”. #bigFan).

Reader, you may or may not be familiar with the story of Kakos Industries and if you aren’t you truly are missing out. It is the best podcast I’ve listened to since The NoSleep Podcast, and to be honest...I think it actually one-ups my beloved NoSleep. It is a very fun and witty podcast with some great humor, greater hijinks, and can I just mention how alluring Corin’s voice is? Just sayin’. The storyline is awesome, too...so many great characters. I want to make Jr. and Malantha next~ I’ll leave some links at the bottom of the post for those who may be interested. Anyway, without further ado, let’s meet the man of the hour, shall we?

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Well hello, Corin~.... Now, I may have missed the mark, but I always envisioned Corin having short, trendy hair that still embodied professionalism and and air of slight douchery. I have seen a lot of fanart where Corin has long hair and perhaps that is canonically true. If so, I apologize Corin, please do not send me a pair of exploding sneakers. I may have missed his eye color too, but I went with a very piercing blue-green because that’s just my personal taste and light eyes with dark hair is so badass.

Corin’s traits came pretty natural - evil, confident, and I picked hot-headed because it would best help his in-game aspiration (Criminal Mastermind) moreso than him being hot-headed in the canon. He is actually always as cool as a cucumber. I admire that.

And a little in-game blurb for him because why not? Am a ridiculously enamored fangirl? Maybe. (I spelled his name wrong up top, but I fixed it AFTER I took that and the next cap - whoops)

And just for fun, this personality notice about Corin popped up when I went in to do his photoshoot. I just love it and the look on Corin’s face at the time - Ah, the taste of accuracy.

Now, on to the main event. I’ve always wondered what Corin’s sense of fashion was like, and now having listened to 99% of the podcast (it was so fun to catch up, I’m pretty much stalling on finishing what’s out now because waiting for the next is gonna hurt so bad) I’ve gotten too curious and decided to raid his wardrobe. What’s in there, I wonder??? Let’s find out.

Everyday Wear

Oh of COURSE Corin looks dark and dapper in a suit for everyday. Look at that little splash of color! I bet you used the blood of insubordinate employees to make that tie custom, didn’t you? Magnificent. What else do you slip into on the daily? Maybe when you’re home relaxi-

Oh. Um. Well...You do wear a cowboy hat very well, Corin! I mean...they match the boots and everything! I...I’m sure there are a lot of experimental abominations to wrangle around the office so why not dress the part? Not gonna lie, that shirt looks breezy and comfortable as hell. Maybe take a trip to the mountains with King Leopold sometime? (I...I know what happened in the story, and I refuse to let it go. #OTP.)

Formal Wear

Ah. The natural snazz comes out around the time of the Shareholder’s Ball and the CEO Festival, doesn’t it? You didn’t strike me as the bowtie type of evil CEO but I’ll be damned if it doesn’t look amazing on you. I see you’ve forgone your gloves for formal wear. Hard to eat the deviled eggs and tiny cheeses in those, non?

...This must be the suit you wear to the CEO Festival. That’s really the only explanation as to why it always turns out to be...what it usually becomes. I am going to assume that this suit belonged to Mr. Corin Deeth I and you wear it in his honor. I sure he is looking down on you, pleased but also wondering why you haven’t indulged in what is (still) in the right-side inner pocket.

Athletic Wear

You cannot be a successful CEO of an evil megacorp if you let yourself go. Hence why you slip into nothing but basketball shorts for a long, strenuous...sweaty...satisfying...workout. Between culling unnecessary employees and flawlessly delivering the shareholder announcements, you’re deadlifting 400lbs and making 1st in marathons, aren’t you? Of course you are.

And then there’s jazzercise. Cardio IS important and I mean...just running can be a bit tedious, yeah? You’re so well-rounded, Corin, golly. Honestly, I’m not at all mad at your fashion choice for this one. You don’t have to hide it, we are all friends here. The 80′s were a great time and I am happy you’re keeping the impeccable athletics fashion alive.

Sleepwear

Even mega evil mega CEOs need rest from time to time and nothing beats resting out topless and in trackpants. I see you are wearing ADIDAS, the most evil of brands. Not much else I can say. I am too busy admiring what jazzercise has done for you.

Uh oh. It must be one of those days. Malantha has flustered you again, Dirk is texting for more life advice, and Jr. is sending way too many...um...”special photos” to prove his is thinking hard on how to best contribute to the company. Good thing Brosephus is totally awake at 2am and ready to video chat about all of this. It’s SOOOO LAAAAAAME, right?!

Party Wear

Rollin’ up to the New Year’s Festival feels good, especially when you look this mighty fine. Nothing like finally getting past Yule and Anti-Celebrating by finally cutting loose again and making those ultra evil resolutions. Again with the gloves, I see. Well, I guess better safe than sorry. There’s no tell who’ll feel your wrath after four Blue Motorcycles.

Hm. This is quite the uh...departure, Corin. I mean, nothing ever looks bad on you but where on Earth would you even wear this to? Where would it even work??? ...Oh, right! The Festival of Adorableness! Awkward or not, you’ve made it work. I’m willing to bet the Division of Subversive Cute helped out with this ensemble. Kudos to them! I’m sure burning it afterwards was incredibly satisfying for you.

Swimwear

Why are you looking so bedeviled, Corin? How, when you look that prepared for a pool party, can you possibly be in such a foul mood? Oh...oh wait. Malantha has hidden your sunblock, hasn’t she? Goshdarnit! How can you possibly be evil without being as pale as your skin tone will allow?! That Malantha...she truly is evil, isn’t she?

Welp. I guess if you’re going to get a tan, might as well hit every spot you can. Suck on that, Malantha! (....) Also, breaking out the zebra print speedo wasn’t the worst idea you’ve ever had, and I both applaud, and ready my binoculars for, you choice of white swimwear. No booty shot? Ugh. Fair enough...gotta leave something to the imagination, I guess. #disappointmentOverdose

Warm Weather Wear

This is the look of a man about to take off on his mega evil yacht and never look back. That shirt, unbuttoned down to where it is suggestive but not desperate, those shorts, defining the thighs while still looking professional, those boat shoes that scream class and bless you for not wearing socks with them. There is a thin line between evil and insane and you ride it perfectly.

Apparently, even evil knows it wouldn’t be summer without an obnoxiously bright Hawaiian shirt. Ain’t even mad. Oooh, and white pinstripe pants....why yes, dear, they do make you look taller and thinner! I can almost hear you now, as you swagger out the front doors, “I’m off to the Maldives, screw y’all! Also, if a single brick is out of place when I get back, I’ll kill you.” You tell ‘em, Corin.

Cold Weather Wear

Brrrrrr. Generally, evil is always cold, dark, and hateful but sometimes even the weather puts up a good fight. Stylish as ever, you have broken out a very elegant scarf and jacket, expertly layered as to properly insulate all of the darkness within. No hat, though? Of course not. Evil does not get that chilly.

Corin: “What you mean I didn’t win the Ugly Sweater Contest?!”

RUN.

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And that concludes are journey through Corin’s wardrobe! This really was a lot of fun to do, and I’d be ever so pleased if the fine people who bring the @kakosindustries universe alive enjoy it too! I’ve also redecorated Corin’s in-game home (the Alto Apartment’s unit that was formally Lobo’s #sorrynotsorry) and I would like to share that one day too, if I get around to doing the photo tour. I will share some links below to a few relevant sites for anyone whose interested in Corin and the Kakos Industries story. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. Cheers!

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WCIF: Kakos Industries

Kakos Industries Home - where it’s all laid out

Kakos Industries on Tumblr - contains information about episode releases, fan-created content, and other candid goodies

Kakos Industries on TVTropes - [SPOILERS] a nice place to gather info about the series and related tropes therein

And of course you can find Kakos Industries on Facebook, Twitter, and any podcast service worth it’s salt.

#sims 4 #kakos industries #corin deeth iii

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alitoowell · 6 years

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One year—365 days—and still I cannot find the words to do justice to the magnitude of gratitude that I feel, and will forever feel, for the magic that was October 22, 2017. It’s funny because meeting Taylor was always in my mind as a possibility. In that people DO meet her, so it’s possible. But I always viewed it as possible, yet unachievable. People would meet her, but they wouldn’t be ME. Simply because the odds were too great of being noticed or picked from a crowd. So I never planned out how it would go, or where, or what I would say, which left me even more absolutely floored when it happened. Even a year later my brain cannot quite wrap around the fact that the woman who I’ve looked up to since I was 15, who’s music has been the soundtrack to my life for an entire decade, had me over at her house? I got to hug her? Dance with her? And listen to her entire unreleased album and the stories behind it? That seems unbelievable. And it will always seem unbelievable because people. don’t. do. that. But Taylor does. My friends have been encouraging me for a whole year straight to type everything out, and I never quite got there. The task seemed too great, I didn’t know where to start, or what words to choose to capture those memories adequately. In one of those moments of frustration I realized I actually already had written nearly everything—in the no less than 63 messages I sent to my best friend Shaina less than 24 hours later on October 23, 2017. Though it’s jumbled and not perfect in any way and contains the misspellings and keyboard smashes and all, here’s my Taylor story, a year later, as told the day after it happened—in message form.

I MET TAYLOR SWIFT SHDJEKJDKROF

I CANNOT BELIEVE MY LIFE

I HAVEN’T CRIED YET BUT ITS 4 AM AND I THINK ITS FINALLY HITTINGME

photo of wristband

SHE FUCKING DANCED WITH ME DURING LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO LIKE GRABBED MY HAND AND JAMMED WITH ME AS I WAS SHOUTING THE LYRICS GOODBYEEEEEEE

photo of merch

GOODBYEEEEEEEEE

Shaina: You’re lying

IM NOY IM NOT OH MY FOD OH MY FREAKINF GOD

PARKER THOUGHT I WAS DRUNK OF SOMETHING CUZ I WAS SHOUTING VIA TEXT ASKING IF HE WAS UP HOLT SHIT

Shaina: Ok. Spill. I’m shook.

Okay okay so I’m literally about ready to pass out I haven’t slept well since finding out last week and legit got two hours of afterwards last night, well this morning ahhh

And about to board my flight but I’ll try to type quick

So basically her team DMed me last Tuesday saying they’ve noticed what an amazing fan I am and asked for my information

And people have been making fake TN accounts and sending fake messages to be awful, and I thought it was fake because I never expected to ever be contacted

So I’m like in the gym parking lot thank god I didn’t see it while I was still at work

And I realize it has a blue verified check and that it’s legitimate and the last questions was have you ever met Taylor and I LOSE MY SHIT IM IN HYSTERICS IN THE CAR AND CALL MY MOM AND SHE THINKS I GOT IN AN ACCIDENT

So basically I’m a freaking ass mess because I’m 99% it’s for a secret session since at that point one had happened and we all assumed that there would be more cities, and I was almost positive they would NOT send that message to someone and not follow through and call and tell them SOMETHING

So I can’t sleep I leave my phone on cuz I don’t want to miss a call

It of course doesn’t come til the next day while I’m AT WORK

And they freaking ass knew my twitter and tumblr and asked for all my socials and I now know the people I talked to weren’t asked that so that’s weirddddd

Anyway so sure as hell it’s a ‘very special event’ and it’s all too secret and I can’t tell anyone except a parent for safety

And once I confirm I can get myself to LA she gives some instructions and said final details will be emailed

And so that was Wednesday and I’m crying at work and their dinner was late lol

And I called my mom and was like this weekend Sunday book flights nowwwww

And then the quick version is for the next two days I was practically puking every day so nervous and the email wasn’t coming and I was like shitttttt

So finally on Friday I straight up call Taylor Nation back and get straight through and say my name and she’s like what’s up?! And she says they’re coming out later that day

And so I flew down Saturday and I rented my very first car and took my first legit solo trip in the name of Taylor freaking swift honestly I’m not surprised

And bless Briana’s fam’s heart they were out of town but let me stay in their guest apartment while they were away with no explanation so that was very nice and less stress for me

And then I had to sit from 3:30 Saturday until 5:15 Sunday in LA by myself unable to tell anyone and it was wilddddddd

Like I was like sweeeeeet I can get caught up in my journal!!! Noooo I deadass sat there and felt like I was dying and about threw up hourly like how the freaking hell do you just casually chill when you know your damn outlandish never thought it would occur dream is about to happen and not only that but like on a times 100 scale?!?!

So basically I went to her damn house and we hung out by the pool and ate food and the weirdest part is I’ve been unable to eat and have been panicking all week but the second I got to the first check point and to her house even more I was just like chillllll like ayeeeee this is gonna be fun omg I’m so hungry and let’s eat all this food

And so basically it’s a listening session for the new album and we obviously can’t say anything about it or what she said about it besides like probs that it’s AWESOME OUTSTANDING IS GONNA SLAY THE WORLD AND SHES SO LROUD OF IT AND MY BABY DID THAT AND IM REAL PROUD

Okay okay but she like explained each song in-depth and was the cutest cupcake singing along fully jamming to everything and like looking at everyone the entire time and locking eyes as she’s singing ya feel

My flight is about to leave but I will continue later!!!!!

Shaina: This is insane I can’t believe it I’m beyond stoked for you safe travels and talk soon

Okay we not leaving quite yet sooooo I’m missing parts. So we are told we’re gonna go inside and sit down and I book it fast to get a spot on the ground like only two people sitting in front of me and there’s a red plush chair not even 10 feet away that she’ll obviously be sitting in and we’re all like sjedjekkdir

And I was wondering who all I would know there right!?? And was bummed there’s one girl I talk to frequently who loves Shawn Mendes and we know each other cuz she saw my Shawn poster on twitter and she’s from LA but I hadn’t seen her

And then someone pokes me and is like ALIIIIIIII AND ITS HER AND WE FLIP AND SXREAM SO LOUD THE WHOLE ROOM THOUGHT IT WAS TAY AND WAS PISSSSSSED AND SHUSHING US AND SOMEONES LIKE THEY KNOW EACH OTHER!!!!! HAHAHAHA

Shaina: This just keeps getting better and better. How did you keep this a secret?!?!?!?

Shaina: How many people were there

AND SO ANYWAY WE ALL THOUGHT TAYLOR WAS GONNA COME IN FROM THE FRONT AND SIT RIGHT DOWN??? AND ON THE BUS SOMEONE WAS LIKE YOOOOO WHAT IF SINCE TONIGHT IT’S IN LA SHE BRINGS FRIENDS????? AND SO SHE OF COURSE INSTEAD COMES FROM THE BACL AND THE DAMN ROOM EXPLODES AND SHE LOOKS LIKE A DAMN GODWESS AND SHE’S LIKE HIIIIIIIII AND GRINNING AND ALSO COMES IN JACK ANTANOF (SPELLING IDK IM CURRENTLY OFFLINE SO I CANT CHECK), TWO OF THE HAIM GIRLS, AND RUBY ROSE AND THE ROOM IS LIKE SHATTERING

AND SO SINCE SHE IN THE BACK SHE STARTS MAKING HER WAY THROUGHHHHHH US AND IS GRABBING PEOPLE AND PEOPLE ARE STANDING UP AND HUGGING HER AND HOLY CRAP

Okay lololol shoot I just woke up and didn’t realize the rest of this story was notttt in constant caps like I’ve been using all day my bad my bad

And so she’s playing the songs in order off the album and I think it’s okay to say that her and jack are losing their minds because they’ve never gotten to experience our reaction to new stuff they’ve worked on when they’re together, and definitely not together and in person, so she kept being like this is so cool for us you have no idea and he’s in the back confirming lololol

And so anyway she gets to Look What You Made me Do and she’s like soooo how do we want to do this??? Do we want to keep sitting do we want to dance…??? And we’re all like DANCEEEEEE SHDHIEOKRKR and shes like okayyyy we’re dancing and Shaina this is deadass like straight out of a dream. Actually wait no I couldn’t have imagined this, but she starts and I was anticipating part of this but not the whole thing…

So she obviously doesn’t just have us bopping along and staying and dancing on her own up front… she starts making her way into our basically tiny crowd and we’re so packed together that she’s grabbing people’s hands so she doesn’t fall as she goes. And she’s stopping and dancing with people and stops and stays dancing like staring at one guy and he’s going for it and not afraid and singing the lyrics dramatically right back to her….

And then she makes her way towards and wait for it

GRABS MY DAMN HAND AS SHE’S TRYING TO GET FARTHER INTO THE MIDDLE AND I’M LIKE OKAY OKAY JUST CHILL SHE JUST GRABBED MY HAND NO BIGGIE AND IM LIKE SHES GONNA KEEP WALKING LIKE THAT WAS MY MOMENT RIGBT?!?!

NOOOOOOOOOOO SHE STOPS THERE ONCE SHES BY ME AND IS DANCING WITH THE PEOPLE THAT ARE AROUND HER BUT HER BACK IS TO ME AT THIS POINT BUT IM STILL LIKE HOLY SHIT WHAT IS LIFE AND THEN SHE FREAKING ASS TURNS THE HELL AROUND AND IS DANCING! WITH! ME! LIKE! SHES! LOOKING! AT! ME! AND IM LIKE JAMMING OF COURSE AND SCREAMING THE LYRICS AND I LITERALLT DIED AND WENT TO HEAVEN

And then Vanessa (my Shawn buddy) at this point has scooted up to me cuz everyone’s shifted and the people around me are like dude holy shit SHE DANCED WITH YOUUUUU

BYEEEEEEEEEEEE

Okay okay so after the whole album was played she gave us like the lowdown on the meet and greet portion and she passed out the target exclusive magazines for us to see while we waited and talked a bit about the making of them and why and things and she’s really pumped about them and they worked really hard to have them be affordable as possible and cut down the pages and things

And meanwhile like the whole night she’s so close that people would make comments and she’d hear and respond and it was so cute and amazing

Also I don’t think I’ve mentioned her outfit yet??? She’s been looking bomb at all of the other sessions and holy helllll she looked bomb like damnnnnnnnn she had on a black crop top and these high waisted and slightly folded down camouflage pants and these black boots and her hairrrrrrr this era is like natural curls and soooo damn cute

Okay okay so anyway we thought it was a greattttt idea to wait towards the end so we could stay longer and not go first and be done and sent home… yeah well it ended up being a not great idea because we ended up waiting two hours but I’m obviously not complaining one freaking bit

And she’s doing pictures in the other room so we can’t really see much for most of it but every so often we can see people talking to her and taking photos and it’s so cute it’d melt your hearttttttt

And so those of us that have bonded together at this point are like um shoooooot what pose and what the hell do I say to her??????? Like all week to my parents I was like ummmmm soooooo I’ve imagined this happening but like never thought it’d actually happen so unlike some people I had nottttt planned like a monologue of what I’d want her to know if I ever met her???? Like with Vance I was lost too but with my posters it was easier and I’ve seen him recently and yada yada but this is TAYLOR FREAKING SWIFT WHO IVE LOVED WITH MY WHOLE DAMN HEART SINCE I WAS FIFTEEN AND SHIT IM TEARING UP ON THE PLANE WHAT THE HELL DO YOU SAY TO HER WHAT DO YOU WANT HER TO KNOW YOU’VE GOT LIKE TWO MINUTES WITH HER GOOOOO

And so we were all really curious if she’d somehow recognize us because people have been saying that they walk in and she shouted their name! And I’m like idk if that’s gonna happen but might as well see if not just ask if she’s seen anything idk idk???

So okay buckle up for like the greatest time of my entire damn life

So I walk in and hug herrrrrrrrrrrrr

And I wish to god I can remember everything she said but I was focusing so hard on keeping it together and saying my bit that I know for sure what I said and can put together mostly something the general sentiment of what she said if not it exactly. So we’re huggingggg and I say I think hiiiii it’s so nice to finally meet you thank you for having me I’m so excited to be here or something and she’s like awww thank you for coming!! And I’m like I have to know how did we all get picked, was it by you or your team or how did it happen?? And I don’t know what the first part of her answer was but she says so the people from LA have been picked for about a year, and the people from elsewhere (I’m guessing with exceptions) have been picked more recently like within the past few months so like now I know it has nothingggg to do with whatever we’ve been doing online recently…. It’s from at least when she first came back if not before and they realized we were active while she was away….

And so I’m like okay ali say something else so I’m like so I really like making concert posters and the first ones I ever made were for you and shes like aw thank you!! And I’m like I realized other people were making posters and I’d been a RA and I was like hey I can make some really bomb posters tooooo. And so I’m like the fist ones said ‘Taylor someday we’ll meet you even if it’s just in our wildest dreams’ and she grabs me and is like AND NOW WE’RE MAKING IT HAPPEN!!! And so I say after I got the phone call I was in my car listening to Ready For It and started bawling when she sings ‘in my dreams, I know I’m gonna be with you’ cuz I knew it was actually happening and shes like awwwwwww or something you get the idea

And so then I straight up start talking about my dad???

I’m like so my dad loves you and she’s like omg and I’m like no he adoresss youuu and is so sad he couldn’t come and she’s like awww tell him hi!!! And I’m like he loves your Out of the Woods piano Grammy performance and I say how I’d found him listening to it repeatedly and he wanted it on his phone. And she’s like he sounds amazing! And I’m like he is he’s awesome lol and I’m like actually and so him and I went and saw you at F1 last year and of course I’m like and I made signs for there too and so I describe them IN DETAIL like what they said, I realized later I told her I was from Oregon, because I said they were the states and the dotted line and the paper airplane and I think she really liked that??? And as if that all isn’t already insane enough at some point in there I mentioned how this month has been insane and how I’d met Vance Joy and it was my birthday and now this and she said something excitedly about that like ahhh so much excitement or idk something about it. And so she’s like so what pose would you like to do? And I’m like I’ve really been going back and forth between just hugging or doing something sort of funny (low key said that hoping she’d be like girl let’s do both but lololol it’s okay) so she’s like it’s completely up to you!! And I’m like um um okay let’s just hug so she grabs me and we take the freaking photo and ahhhhhhhh

And so Vanessa and I had it planned out and she had me go first and at this point I was like would it be okay if my friend and I got a photo with you together and she’s like of course!! So V comes in and hugs her and we take one photo together and she squeezes us together tight and then I hug her one last time and thank her and say I love you so much (lol I had to throw it in other people forgot it and have been upset) and then I walk out and they hand me my merch bag and are directing me to the bus but I’m like can I wait for my friend and they’re like sure. So she comes out and she’s like SHE KNEW MY NAME SHSJEKOFN and she’s like yelling and I’m like shut up and I grab her and I’m like shhh shhhhh hahahaha and so we walk to the bus and it’s the funniest thing cuz they’re just waiting for it to be full so anytime someone new walks on everyone’s like SPILLLLLLLLL

And then once it was full we went back got our things, exchanged details with people on that bus and took photos and whatnot and turned our phones on to the madness anddddddd so well thats the story of the best damn day of my life

Taylor, thank you thank you thank for giving me such incredible memories that I’ve blown up the phones of every person I know, and have talked every person’s ears off that I’ve met during these past 365 days, about how special they are to me. Thank you for making it happen, thank you for holding my gaze so intently and being so genuine every second I was talking to you, thank you for bringing me some of the best friends I’ve ever had, thank you for being so prominent in the highlights of not only this past year, but this past decade. I love you forever, babe. Long, long live October 22, 2017.

#mine #my secret session experience #you're welcome isabell #10.22.17 #reputation secret sessions

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thekazumakuwabara · 6 years

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Just out of curiosity, but what about Kuwabara and Mukuro?

[ Send me a ship and I’ll give you my (brutally) honest opinion on it: Any Kuwabara Ship Edition ]

I am trying not to laugh, because last month, half as a joke and half seriously, I wrote a thing with them. It’s technically part of an ot3, but still. (I was discussing with my friends rarepairs and polyships and my friend randomly suggested an OT3 with Mukuro and Kazuma in it. Of course, we laughed, but then I stumbled upon something while looking at Japanese twitter and then an idea bit me in the ass without me wanting to, and well, here we are. XD)

On one hand, for me to try to understand them, at first she might be a bit confused or she might actually…underestimate him. Until she did he research on him. Highly powerful, skilled human fighter. Powerful psychic abilities. The one who ended up being the one who helped breached the barrier and set into motion the current state of affairs of all the three worlds.

And then, of course, she has to reconcile that in juxtaposition to the kind of character (like moral and such) and personality he has. He has had hints of training (hello Kurama) but he’s definitely new and unrefined at it all, in comparison to someone like herself, but… there’s something about him. It may not be a romantic attraction right away but she’d still want to keep tabs regardless. She does like knowing her opponents after all.

It would be fascinating to read, that’s for sure, hahahaha.

And because I actually still enjoy the bits I wrote for it, you can read some now, XD. It’s somewhat lengthy so I put the story under the cut.

Pretty sure you can guess what the ot3 is once you read it (or if you read tags lmao).

These bits don’t follow sequentially, just a heads up. You’ll see what I mean.

The view outside of Mukuro’s fortress is only memorable because of its location: in the Demon World. It’s as rocky and hilly as any other place Kazuma is from and there’s nothing extraordinary about it, other than the vast, sprawling forests and the purple skies.

The occasional winds that blow past Kazuma’s face do nothing to clear the thoughts inside. There’s a faint odor that wafts up into his nose but it clears out as fast as it comes. There’s something familiar in it but what that is, Kazuma can’t pin it down.

Footsteps echo behind him but stop before it can get any closer.

He doesn’t react to his companion, the woman who owns all this…splendor.

Nothing but the wind whistles between them for a while and Kazuma wonders what Mukuro has on her mind. For all that he knows of her, he can’t imagine she would have any pressing thoughts now. She’s a lot like Shizuru that way – dealing with the issues that come when it happens and making quick decisions on what to do after having a full assessment. Now, Kazuma just relies on his gut tempered with intelligence these days.

He doesn’t turn to look at her.

“Why are you afraid of it?” She asks, clear.

There’s a twist in her voice that Kazuma can’t understand but he really doesn’t want to.

Her voice returns, with an edge, perhaps, wanting Kazuma to answer. “Afraid of the darkness. You clearly are no stranger to it; too well acquainted with it.”

His mouth presses hard, containing in himself the kind of heat that boils in his belly that he refuses to release.

“Your exploits into our world are well known – and really, we have you to thank for the breach allowing us the freedom between worlds. You think I wouldn’t have done my research on you?”

Kazuma is met with her knowing smirk on her face and he’s struck with how much she reminds him of Hiei and his sister at the same time. The urge to laugh is real if his eyes weren’t as wide as plates.

Her hand barely presses into his shoulder. It is more like her hand is hovering but still connected to him, somehow, feels like the suction of a vacuum drawing something out of him. Her eyes dance with some kind of revelation, the line of her mouth soft yet intimidating. Maybe it’s the curve of her lips, not sharp, but enough of a bite to it to set Kazuma on edge.

He just watches, as her palm moves from the top of his shoulder to the base of his neck. His pulse is racing but steady, remembering some of Kurama’s long forgotten techniques he taught him for his very first tournament.

“I see why he chose you,” Mukuro simply states and it’s the penetrative power of her good eye that makes Kazuma want to fall to his knees. It’s like she’s seen through his mind but he knows that’s not true.

Her fingertips spread out and touch the bottoms of his ears, the nape of his hair. He swallows but stands his ground, not too rigid but not inattentive. Despite the power she holds in her hands (in her entire body, really) his gut doesn’t scream out at him. He is her guest but more than that… There’s more there, behind the piercing gaze. Part curiosity but–

Amusement? Pride? Maybe even…

She takes a long, deep breath and her eyes start to close. Her face relaxes, and that look, while stunningly beautiful amidst the ugly scars given to her, makes the hair on Kazuma’s body rise and he breaks himself from her grasp.

Alarm runs through his veins but he doesn’t brandish his sword, not yet.

“What–what was that?” He asks, forcing his arms to stay down.

Her hand is still in the air from where it was connected to Kazuma’s body. Her eyes open, unfocused until she blinks, opening and closing her fist. Then, her arm falls, mirroring his stance.

“You really do not know, do you?” She says. The astonishment in her voice shocks him out of his defensive mindset. Kazuma, truly, doesn’t understand.

The question is on his tongue but he doesn’t want to say it. Fears what the answer may be.

But, a man doesn’t hide from the truth and a man certainly doesn’t run away when fear wants to take control.

No, a man takes fear into its place and faces to meet the truth head on, regardless of the consequences.

Mukuro looks at her palm, as if reading, perhaps, remembering something as her fingers move. Her eyes meet his own, her mouth parted just a crack, though she may not realize it is open. She drops her arm and her gaze changes.

“Your energy,” she begins, shaking her head in correction, “No, your entire being… It’s unlike anything I’ve experienced.”

Kazuma swallows again, reminded that this woman, no, this demon has eaten humans before. Maybe not in recent years but could probably remember the taste of flesh. He feels like he could be consumed at this very moment and he would be powerless to stop it.

“You’re strong, and the beat of darkness has touched you, but it’s wrapped so tightly it cannot escape, take control. Your energy radiates this strength, but also a peace I have only known once.”

Kazuma blinks, surprise in his eyes. The look she gives him is as if she could grab a hold of him and take whatever is inside but can’t. And Kazuma doesn’t understand how he, just a human, could have something she covets so much, especially having lived for thousands of years. She has power, respect, her autonomy, a place to live freely. He cannot truly understand and why that has anything to do with Hiei.

“Do you know how rare that is?” Mukuro asks him.

No, he thinks, in the shaking of his head. What does being a good person have to do with rarity? Good people exist with power. Unless she meant being himself, being self-assured in who he is. That may be rarer but still not priceless like a fabled entity.

She steps toward him with a hand extended. Kazuma steps back, his eyes darting between her palm and her face.

She stops, and asks again, softer than he has ever heard her speak, “May I?”

He hasn’t taken his eye off her hand. “Do what?”

Mukuro’s palm lays flat, all the lines and creases staring at him, revealing she has nothing in it that will harm him. “If you let me,” she begins again, “I will show you.”

Kazuma takes one step forward. Not close, but enough that the tips of her fingers could touch his chest.

“Show me what?” He says, his question heavy with the decision that will change everything.

Both arms rise and her hands are parallel to his chest.

Her answer is simple.

She only states, “Everything.”

Kazuma raises an eyebrow, disbelief written on his face. His body feels a heavy pull as if he wants to finish the connection, but everything in his being is yelling at him to not leap head first.

“Everything?”

She repeats herself. “Everything.”

Her palms are angled, almost as if she were willing to embrace him.

“Only if you step forward,” she clarifies for him. “Step forward and I will show you.”

No matter what his beating heart says, thumping madly and hard in his ears, louder than his thoughts, no matter what his gut says, asking for caution, Kazuma knows the only way out is through, and the only way to get the truth is to seek it.

And he always takes it.

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CREEPY HAUNTED HOUSE TOUR: DON'T FOLLOW US IN 👻💀👽😦😈 | The Theory of Real-Activity | LOGAN FOUND A BODY YOU GUYS

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Word Count: 4500

Warnings: panic attacks, arguments, haunted houses, talk of demons

Pairing: platonic analogical

Summary: Logan and Virgil run a vlog together, and have decided to film in a haunted house.

“Virgil, for the last time, ghosts aren’t real.”

“Yes, I know that! You know that! Roman and Patton don’t, though, so we need to go ‘ghost hunting’ to prove it once and for all!”

“I understand where you are coming from, but do we really need to do this? There must be a better approach to the issue – one that will not cost as much and save us the tour of a condemned building.”

“Oh, that’s hilarious – you think I want to step foot in there? My anxiety is spiked at the thought of what could go wrong on the way out there, much less once we actually go in.” Virgil sighed and ran his hands down his face. His grape colored bangs fell back into place, and he blew on them in an annoyed manner. “Unfortunately, Roman has access to our Twitter and already made a poll.”

“You mean to tell me-”

“Yep. The people want a ghost busting episode.”

“Why on Earth did I give him the password for the account? What was I thinking?” Logan brought his tie up to his mouth, and Virgil strained to hear the muffled curses over the mouthful of cotton.

“Roman basically just challenged you to a giant game of chicken – a public one, and are you really gonna let him win that easy?”

“Grammar, Virgil, but you have a point. I cannot let that day-dreaming ditz best me. Clear your weekend schedule, we are going on a… what did you call it? Spirit pursuit?”

“Okay, first – I have no weekend plans as that would require having more than three friends, and two – it’s a ghost hunt so unless you want me to meme the shit out of you again, never call this a spirit pursuit again.”

“Oh, please, our audience does not need another joke – it’s bad enough you got everyone and their cousin to call the video blog ‘The Theory of Real-Activity” instead of its official name.”

“Look, that’s better than ‘VirgeofDiscovery’, and it’s a vlog Logan stop trying to sound smart for once in your life.”

***

“I think that I saw this on Buzzfeed Unsolved, once. Just put the flashlight down and ask… something… to turn it on.”

“You know this won’t work, right?” The camera’s mic picks up Logan, who was exploring another room. “And it’s Buzzfeed, why were you watching that garbage?”

“Because I love Shane Madej, the only perfect human.” The camera swings upward so that we see Virgil’s face, and he points at the lens. “You can all quote me on that – make sure he knows that Virge from The Theory of Real-Activity loves his work.”

“Oh my God, Virgil, are you using our video blog in a sad attempt to get your internet crush to notice you?”

“I-No! It’s a squish! And stop calling it a video blog!”

“If I were as childish as Patton, I would begin to sing one of those schoolyard chants about you and Mr. Madej sitting in a tree.”

“Well, gee, thanks for-”

“I am going to rap it instead.”

“LOGAN, I SWEAR TO GOD.”

“Virgil and Shane, sitting in-” The camera stops recording.

***

“Alright, do we have everything we need? My bag has a portable charger, extra batteries, and some water bottles as well as the camera I plan to use.”

“I have the salt.”

“Virgil, didn’t we agree that ghosts aren’t real?”

“Yes, but you can never be too safe. Besides – Patton wouldn’t let me leave without it, so now we have a pound of salt.” Virgil shook it around and shimmied. Logan groaned, and reached for the other’s bag, looking to see if anything else was in there.

“Oh, I see you have a first aid kit – that’s a good addition. You also have the snacks, flashlights, and a camera but I don’t see your stress ball? Are you sure you wish to go without?”

“No worries, man, I got it in the car.”

“Why is it in your car?”

“Roman had to drive me to my therapy session, and the chariot-”

“You mean that disgusting minivan?”

“Yeah, the chariot. Anyway, I have it in there because Roman was driving.”

Logan frowned at the thought, knowing that the man often bragged about having a lead foot while driving. Virgil just shrugged and hoisted his bag over his shoulder, shaking the salt container as he went out the door.

“Hey, we both made it to the office in one piece, it’s all good. Moving on, we should probably do the intro before we leave the house. Get at least one shot with decent lighting.”

“Ah, yes, that is a good idea – do you wish to hold the camera or should I?” Logan locked the door behind him, making sure the spare key hadn’t been moved in case he misplaced his set.

“I’ll film, whenever you try to do anything in selfie mode you trim off half our heads.” Virgil threw his bag in the trunk and moved over to the passenger side door.

“Why is it whenever we go anywhere in i car you refuse to drive, Virgil?”

“If you didn’t leave your car at the university this weekend, we would’ve taken yours. And driving makes me anxious.”

“Then why do you own a car?” It was a question Logan asked frequently, and never got a satisfying answer to.

“I have a car because I’m too lazy to skateboard everywhere.”

Logan rolled his eyes, and slipped into the car, taking the keys from the lanky man. He tied his hair back into a ponytail and motioned to Virgil to start filming.

“Sup everyone, we still need an official video intro so keep sending in ideas. And I’m sure that you read the title, so y’all know we’re going on a ghost hunt today.”

“Please, Virgil, don’t make it a clickbait title. Please don’t hurt me like that.”

“I do what I want, nerd.” Logan groaned and started the engine as Virgil continued to talk, only interrupting to correct the brand name and to offer his stance when Virgil asked if he believed in ghosts. Despite his easy tone, though, Virgil seemed tense and his shoulders were drawn up close.

The drive was by no means a long one, but by the time they finally reached the old house, Virgil had somehow managed to go through his entire playlist, having skipped each song after one or two measures. Logan found it annoying but said nothing, as he could see Virgil gripping his stress ball out of the corner of his eye.

This wouldn’t end well.

***

“Logan, Logan it turned the flashlight on please, please tell me there’s a logical explanation for that!”

“I don’t know! Maybe it’s a faulty battery, or… or the switch isn’t fully on so it’s flipping between its off and on mode!”

“OH MY GOD IT’S MOVING!”

There’s a high-pitched scream, and the sound of footsteps retreating. The recording cuts to Virgil’s camera and shows Logan sprinting away as fast as he can.

“YOU COWARD, DON’T LEAVE ME HERE! LOGAN!”

***

“So, this is the place – leave it to Roman to pick a fucking mansion.”

“Yes, well, I would expect no less from him. The Victorian style is quite breathtaking, despite it’s less than perfect condition.” Logan was leaning against the car, cleaning his glasses. Virgil shifted from foot to foot and fiddled with the straps on his bag.

“Do we really have to go in? We could just tell Roman there was like, a cop here or something, and he of all people should know that trespassing on private property doesn’t end well.”

“I do not believe breaking and entering the theatre to steal a prince costume is quite the same, Virgil, and Roman would find that story compelling. No, we would have to mention that the officer was angered by our intent to enter a condemned area – we would at least have Patton on our side with that.”

“Please don’t remind me of how unsafe this is. Not while I’m holding the car keys.”

“You won’t drive anywhere.”

“At this point, self-preservation would let me do anything.” Virgil sighed and threw the keys at Logan. “Just hold on to these – don’t think you want me driving off without ya.”

Logan hummed in agreement, pocketing the keys as he walked towards the front door. By the time he reached the porch, he looked back to Virgil who still hadn’t moved. Logan gestured towards the door.

“Okay! Fine! But if something happens, this is all on you and your ego!”

“If I recall correctly, you were the one who wanted to come here.”

“Well, I changed my mind. C’mon, let’s just get this over with. Camera’s rolling.”

***

“Logan, this isn’t funny!” The camera picks up a breeze from Virgil’s jacket as he sprints in the direction he thinks Logan went, his cries ignored.

The camera shifts suddenly, and we come face to face with the man himself. Virgil had stopped running and is standing in the front room.

“I never thought I’d say this, but I wish I was back in Logan’s basement listening to him rant about Mothman again.” He sighs, putting his free hand behind his head. “I’d rather listen to him confess his undying love for the thing than be here, choking on dust.

“But! Instead, I let Roman win – which, by saying that, I feel nauseous – and now we’re here running around a death maze. There’s a ton of rusty nails and if we get cut on those we aren’t gonna get to a hospital in time. I think I saw a bat earlier? And where there’s bats, there’s disease-carrying mosquitoes. Not to mention those jacked up stairs.” The camera focuses on a flight of rotted stairs, the floorboards broken and, in some spots, missing altogether.

“Yeah, stairs aren’t supposed to be bouncy. I’m just-I’m just gonna call Patton and see if he knows what to do from here.”

***

“I think there’s more dust in here than in Aunt Patty’s attic, and that’s saying something.”

The house was older than anything the two had ever seen, and there was a fine film of filth covering every available surface. Logan couldn’t help but notice the numerous cobwebs and think of Patton – specifically, how much the man would hate being around so many.

“Hey, do you, uh…” Virgil moved his flashlight over to one of the webs and stuttered out a few more false starts. “Do you think any of the spiders who made those things are, like, poisonous?”

“If there are any venomous spiders, they will not bite you unless you give them a reason. They cannot eat you, so there is no purpose in wasting their venom on a large creature like you.” This seemed to calm the taller man down, and Logan moved over to the staircase.

“Hey, don’t go up those, nerd, I already checked them. They’re not safe – the wood’s so rotted it’s squishy and soft.” Logan nodded and made a mental note to locate a different way upstairs.

The two continued to look around for a while longer, not finding anything remotely interesting. After about half an hour of quiet observation, Virgil suggested they started filming, claiming that the sooner they wrapped this up, the sooner they could drive away and never come back.

“Salutations, class-”

“Logan, you’re boring.”

“I am talking like I normally do, Virgil, how else should I speak? Like Roman, perhaps?”

“God, no, please. Anything but that.”

“Well, in that case – greetings one and all! We’ve finally arrived at our grand destination and have been parading around the grounds for a few hours!”

“I will throw this salt at you.”

“Little grains of salt are no match for a prin- oof!”

“I told you I would.”

“You threw the entire container at me! Like a savage!”

“What, you can pretend to Roman and I can’t?”

***

“Okay, so calling Patton was a bust. He told me to use the salt like a weapon and I had to tell him I already chucked it at Logan’s face.” Virgil snickers, running a finger under his nose. “That was the best thing to happen today if I’m being honest. Pat didn’t really appreciate it, though.

“Roman was also a wasted call – apparently he’s at some audition and when he answered, well, he just started screaming about newspapers.” Virgil pauses, and we hear something shatter off-screen.

“H-Hello? Demons?” The camera slowly pans across the room, almost making a full circle as even more thumps can be heard. Before it can finish, Virgil screams and drops the camera.

The screen is filled with static.

***

It had been about two hours, and in that time Logan had somehow managed to: find a way upstairs, provoke something into turning that flashlight on, proceed to run upstairs, get lost, and find a new respect for supernatural beliefs.

“I cannot believe I’m saying this, but I believe in ghosts now.” His words echoed around the attic, unheard by anyone but him and perhaps the mouse he saw earlier. At least, he hoped that’s what it was. He couldn’t stand the thought of sharing space with a rat.

“I believe in ghosts, so can we stop playing this juvenile game? How on Earth do I get back downstairs?” He waited for an answer as the logical part of his brain scolded him for speaking to thin air.

He didn’t get one.

“This is ridiculous, I should know better.” He paused and listened again. “If I change my mind and say ghost are not real, will one of you tell me how to get back downstairs?” Logan removed his glasses and began to pace the room. The amount of dirt that had gathered on his frames was astounding – perhaps he had stumbled through a cobweb in his hasty exit.

“Well, what would Patton do in this situation? At present, he may make a joke about his poor eyesight and lack of- ow!” As he spoke, Logan ran into an old china cabinet – it didn’t fall, but he still held his breath as it swayed back and forth.

“Well, that was embarrassing,” Logan whispered, moving to the front to see if anything was inside. He found a few plates and teacups, though none were particularly impressive. If he were Roman or Patton he may have found the painted flowers beautiful, but he wasn’t, and he didn’t. The maroon one rimmed in gold paint did remind him of a set Roman owned, however, and made a mental note to come back for it if there was time.

But first, he had to find his way downstairs and reunite with Virgil.

***

“So, as you may have seen – though I can’t be sure because obviously, I do not know how this will be edited – I was forced to make a hasty, yet calm, retreat from the study.”

The screen cuts to a replay of Logan fleeing the room, and trombones play as he screams. Text pops up and it says “logan lies” in comic sans.

“After my exit, I managed to find my way upstairs and now I am unsure how to get down – much like a cat climbing a tree. But I did stumble across a cabinet full of teacups that I think a friend of mine would enjoy. I have also concluded that there are too many mothballs in this house and I will not cross meeting the Mothman off my bucket list today.”

Logan crosses the room as he paces, chewing on his lip in between sentences. “Despite my own disappointment, I find myself upset the most over being separated from Virgil. I do not believe he is well – I am ashamed to admit that I have only now realized he was suppressing a panic attack as we drove out here.

“To be quite honest, camera, there is a very good chance this footage won’t be posted online. It depends on how Virgil is doing and whether he is okay with releasing footage taken of him during an atta-”

Logan trips and falls into the china cabinet once more, a plate shattering upon impact. The camera swings around to show the floor and a trap door that was slightly ajar. A ladder falls from the floor, designed to be hidden when not in use.

“Well, here is my way down. This ladder does not look up to code,” He steps down on a rung, testing his weight, “but it should hold long enough for me to get down.” He begins his descent but stops suddenly. Logan moves over to the cabinet and pulls out a teacup, placing it carefully in his bag. His footsteps are heavy and echo as he travels down the ladder.

At the bottom, he screams out Virgil’s name.

***

“Virgil! Virgil, can you hear me?”

Logan shook him hard, but he got no response.

“Virgil, please, you need to get up. I need to know you are okay.” Logan had spotted him collapsed in the middle of the room and jumped down the ladder as soon as he could, forgoing the last four rungs and sliding over to where Virgil lay.

“Mm, not so loud Logan. My ears are ringing.”

“Well, I expected that. You must have hit your head when you collapsed – can you tell me if I sound muffled as if I were underwater?”

“No, everything’s just beyond loud.” Virgil winced as he sat up, Logan taking note of where he grabbed his head. “Logan, are you okay? You’re crying!”

A quick swipe at his eye revealed that a few tears had formed and escaped.

“Well, of course – I am not without a heart, Virgil. The sight of you sprawled out like that was… immensely alarming, to say the very least.” Logan’s breath shuddered, and a few minutes of silence passed between the two, interrupted by an occasional hum from Virgil.

“The ringing is gone.” The silence was broken, and with its absence came Logan’s ability to breath deeply.

“That is wonderful, Virgil.” Logan stood up and dusted his jeans off before offering a hand to the other man. “May I ask what circumstances led to you losing consciousness?”

“I don’t know.” Virgil kicks at the floor. “So, don’t ask.”

“Well, may I share some theories I have developed?”

“Knock yourself out.” Logan winced at the phrase, and Virgil mumbled an apology as he collected his equipment.

“Virgil, I knew you were edging toward a panic attack on the way here – so I would like to start by offering a sincere apology for not saying anything sooner.”

“Don’t. I didn’t tell you, so it’s my fault. I just didn’t want you to worry too much – or to turn around. I know Roman would have given you a hard time if we didn’t film an episode here, so I figured I would just deal.”

“As I have told you many times, there is no ‘dealing’ with these situations alone in our friendship. Regardless, I knew you were not okay and didn’t say anything.”

“God, Logan, can’t you let me blame myself for once? At least let me share the blame.”

“Fine, we shall share at your insistence. Moving on, I believe the building panic caused you to experience an irregular breathing pattern. I deduce that the lack of oxygen led to you losing-”

“No. You’re wrong.”

“I beg your pardon? You just told said you did not know what happened how can you say I am wrong?”

“Because it’s embarrassing, okay?! Damnit, Logan, it’s embarrassing how bad this attack was and how ridiculous my shit brain makes me react.” Virgil strode away, and out of the room, calling over his shoulder.

“Just help me film some stuff so people don’t know that the passing out act was real. I’ll lay down over there, and just… I dunno we’ll improvise.”

“Is it wise to publish this footage? Roman and his teasing be damned, it is more important that you are okay, Virgil! These cameras likely have footage of you panicking and us arguing! Are a few views really worth it?”

“Yes, because I wanted this episode! I put the poll on Twitter, not Roman, okay? So please, let’s film something stupid, make the whole thing look staged, and leave.”

“Virgil-”

“Please, Logan.”

“No.” Logan crossed his arms and stood up straight. He was taller than Virgil, and his glare was cold enough to give Virgil goosebumps.

“I’m sorry, ‘no’? Oh, so now you say no! Not when I asked to come here, not when I asked for demons to turn a flashlight, not when-”

“Virgil, stop this. You are behaving in an immature manner and this needs to stop. How was I supposed to know that you wanted me to tell you ‘no’? I am not a mind reader, so you cannot blame your poor communication skills on my inability to instantly know what you want.”

Virgil said nothing. He glared at Logan and sat down on the floor, eventually inviting him to do the same. They sat there for a while, as both needed time to calm down before speaking.

After what felt like an eternity later, Virgil finally spoke up.

“I’m gonna start, but you need to let me finish before you cut in, okay?” Logan nodded, and Virgil took a deep breath. “I wanted to film at a haunted house because I knew we would get way more views than we normally do.

“I thought, hey! More views means more add revenue – and yes, I know it’s not a lot – but with that extra money, we could start building up the funds to rent an apartment. I’m sick of living with my parents, Logan, and I know you are too.”

“I appreciate the sentiment, Virgil, but I would rather endure a few more years with them than have you hurting for the sake of loose change.”

“Yeah, well. What’s done is done, I guess.” Virgil sighed and leaned over on Logan. “I lied, you know. I do know why I passed out earlier.” He sighed and buried his nose into Logan’s shoulder.

“I will not deny that I want to know why, Virgil, but I do not want you to share if you are uncomfortable.”

“Heh, well, maybe you’ll learn something new – did you know that anxiety can make you see hallucinations? Specifically, when the fight or flight stuff kicks in?” Logan raises an eyebrow but remains silent. “When the, uh, the – instinct, for lack of better word – kicks in, your pupils dilate.

“And when that happens, the sudden light change can cause a person – like me – to see shadows and figures at the edge of my vision.”

“Fascinating – but I assume this is a rare situation and does not happen to you often?”

“No, it doesn’t. But it did when… did you break something upstairs? Because something shattered, there was a lot of thumping, and then they just- appeared. I think that made me panic even more, and then yes – the lack of oxygen probably did the rest.”

“Ah, yes, I fell into a cabinet of china, and I believe a plate was shattered. I apologize for my involvement.”

“Nah, no worries about that. It was just shoddy circumstances. And,” Virgil looked up, offering a weak grin to Logan, “As cheesy as it sounds, we are probably a bit closer than we were before this whole trip.”

“You are right, that is extremely cliché. I appreciate the sentiment, however, despite how infuriating your statement is. Shall we film the ending of this video, now?”

Virgil snorted, pushing himself up using Logan’s shoulder.

“Yeah, let’s this thing wrapped up.”

***

“Virgil! Virgil, please get up!” Logan is frantically shaking Virgil’s shoulder, his voice wobbly. The camera has been left on after being discarded in a hurry.

“Logan… Logan no, don’t- don’t go in the closet.”

“I spent ten years in the closet, I have no intention of going back in.” Logan sniffs as he speaks, and Virgil gasps awake, shooting upward.

“Huh? Wait, what happened? …Why would you go back in the closet?”

“You said not to go in there – what happened to you?”

“I don’t- I don’t remember. There was a- I think I saw something, Logan. A shadow, maybe?”

“You must have seen my shadow as I came down the ladder.”

“No, I don’t think so.” Virgil pauses and stares at a spot on the wall behind Logan. “Where is the ladder you came down?”

“To your left.” Logan gestures with his head as he hoists Virgil to his feet.

“That means it couldn’t have been your shadow. The light wouldn’t have hit you correctly to cast a shadow over there.” Virgil points to a closet off to the side of the ladder. “Besides, the shadow didn’t look… well not to be cliché, but it didn’t look human.”

“Preposterous.” Logan has moved over to the camera, and the screen goes black as he picks it up. A few moments later, it’s aimed at Virgil as he talks about what he saw in detail.

“…and it had, well they weren’t horns per say, but they were definitely not something that’s on your head, nerd. But, whatever,” Virgil rolls his eyes, “I can tell you don’t believe me. Let’s just get out of here.”

Logan hums in agreement, and the screen goes black.

***

“Goodbye, murder house, see you never!”

“Well, this footage is unusable.”

“Wait, why?”

“I am not ending the video with you flipping off an old house.” Logan sighed and turned the camera off. Virgil pouted and turned to finish packing the equipment into his car.

“Hey, I know what I’mma call this video. ‘Logan finds a body’!” Virgil spread his arms out in emphasis, narrowly missing Logan’s face in the process.

“That is absolutely morbid, Virgil, and uncharacteristically short.” Logan shut the trunk with a slam and fished the keys out of his bag as Virgil moved to the front seat.

“Yeah, no, it’ll have emojis in it, the vlog title of course, and-”

“By chance, will it be the proper title?” The car started with a roar, and the two were met with a blast of warm air. Virgil scrambled to open his window and Logan quickly shut off the air flow. “Because the channel is called ‘VergeofDiscovery’, not the childish pun Patton came up with.”

“The Theory of Real-Activity is an amazing name, and I will fight you on this. You’re just jealous that you didn’t come up with it.”

“Falsehood!”

“Keep telling yourself that, nerd. Pass me the aux cord.”

The drive home was lighter than the last one – Virgil never once changed the music and the two could be heard screaming along as they flew down the road. The stress ball remained in the cup holder, untouched until the next big adventure.

#sanders sides fic #virgil sanders #logan sanders #analogical #thomas sanders fic #ali writes #yall this has been in the works for m o n t h s #im just #so proud of this one #for once #the theory of real activity

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AU Yeah AUgust Day 14

Day 14: Reincarnation

Fandom: Sequinox! An amazing Podcast done by CKTCast on Twitter that I highly recommend!

The first thing that Winter remembers is taking her first breath, deeply in then out again, enjoying the taste of it on her tongue. She knows there’s more to this, this whole “living” thing, but as for right now, breathing is as much as she can manage. Until there’s a gentle brush of a hand against her head, followed by a soft voice calling her name, coaxing her from her sleep. It gave her all the motivation she needed to finally open her eyes for the very first time.

Blinking a few times to try and get everything into focus, the first thing Winter saw was white: flakes of it falling steadily from the sky, piling on the ground in pillowy clumps all around her. She somehow expected to feel cold, but this felt right, like she truly belonged encased in this snow.

The next thing she noticed, she felt more than she saw. A warmth at her back, a loving gaze, as well as a responsibility placed on her shoulders. Turning, with the snow crunching beneath her feet, Winter’s blue eyes watched as a light engulfed figure started to appear before her. The light continued to grow brighter and brighter, almost blinding, before it disappeared altogether. And in its wake, it left a woman.

She was taller than Winter, dwarfing her easily, with long, dark locks that blew in the freezing cold winds. She wore a long robe, and clenched in her hand was a giant golden staff. But the thing that really drew Winter’s attention was the crown that floated above her head, three spheres encasing multicolored roses.

One orange, one green, and one red.

There was a sudden warmth on her chest, and when Winter looked down, she noticed that she carried a fourth rose with the color of the palest blue. When the girl’s eyes finally locked with the woman’s own, Winter found that she was smiling down at her.

“My fierce winter warrior. I am glad to see you finally awake and ready for the mortal world.”

“You are... Gaea. Why do I know this?”

“Take my hand, and you will have all the information I was unable to give you before your birth.”

Gaea held out her large hand, the dark skin not marked with a single flaw or imperfection. It radiated warmth and called to her in a way in which Winter did not understand. Her curiosity won out in the end, so she placed her much smaller and paler hand in that of the Goddess before her.

A gentle flow of magic raced through the girl’s blood, tickling at the back of her mind with power and knowledge, which she accepted greedily. Images flashed in her mind, life through the eyes of her Goddess and her own days not yet lived dancing behind her eyes. When everything she would ever need to know filled her, Winter stepped back, looking at Gaea with eyes older than she truly was.

“This world is in danger.” It was not a question.

“I’m afraid so, my darling,” Gaea sighed, her large form sagging at those words, “And I know that I am not enough to protect it.”

“So you made me,” Winter said, looking over her body, reacting to it in a new light, amazed with how her mother had molded her out of the earth itself.

“I made you, for you can go places I cannot, fight battles mortals find impossible while I keep the true darkness at bay.”

Winter looked down at her pale hands, feeling her own magic contained there, and frowned. The weight on her shoulders seemed to grow that much heavier.

“Am I to do this by myself?”

Gaea’s laugh was musical, like a tinkling of small bells, and her smile was brighter than the sun itself.

“No, my child. You will have sisters to join your fight, to help you track down this darkness and destroy it. But from your awakening, the magic is depleted from this kingdom, and I must go far away to create the next. And when the time comes, you must find your sister to join hands and grow stronger.”

Reaching her hand into the deep piles of snow, Gaea plucked something from its depths, with Winter watching as the thing wiggled off all the snow. The Goddess placed the creature into her hands, allowing her to realize that it was a fox like animal, just as white as the snow around them.

“This is Tellus, the first thing I was ever able to create. It will guide you when the time comes to find your sisters. However, for now, everything must rest on you. I cannot guide you while also keeping the biggest threat at bay.”

“I understand,” Winter said with a nod, holding the small fox in her arms, “I will protect this earth until my last breath.”

Leaning down, Gaea caressed the girl’s cheek as she started to fade back into light.

“I believe in you.”

With that, the Goddess was gone, leaving Winter alone with her guide. It gave her a small smile, cuddling into her side. Straightening herself up, Winter walked forward, towards the sun as it started to set, knowing that she had much work ahead of her. And hoping that it would not be too long before she found her first sister.

This had been the largest influx of sky monsters the village had ever seen at one time, almost as large as the Imperial Army from the North. It had been a hard battle, with many good men and women falling to the enemy. The only hope the mortals had was the woman leading them from the front, her whip and magical attacks holding the beasts at bay. While she took down most and distracted others, it was enough for the soldiers to run away if they were too worn or give enough breathing room that they could fight back and move to the next.

Spring grunted as one of the smaller ones rammed her in the side, doing little damage but knocking her unbalanced. It tried to leap at her again, but the woman was able to dodge out of the way, smiling smugly when it caught the blade of a nearby ally. She gave the man her thanks and continued to fight, making sure to be more careful this time.

This was what she had been made to do, had popped out of the ground like a glowing sunflower already knowing her purpose, ready to defend a world that had given her life. She knew it would be hard, but she hadn’t expected it to be this hard.

She was waiting for her older sister, as she had been told to do by their mother Goddess, since she knew she would be unable to find her alone. But the days passed by slowly, turning into years, that Spring had started to lose hope. There were only so many monsters she could face by herself, no matter how much magic she held.

But today was not the day those negative thoughts were able to take hold in the real world. After hours and hours of battle, the mortals had come out victorious. Their triumphant screams to the sky energized the woman as they sent a prayer to her and her strength. Spring couldn’t let them know that she held that weakness inside of her, not when they needed her to lead them.

They didn’t need to know that she watched the sky every night, tracked the stars that glittered in the darkness. She couldn’t tell them that their enemy was getting closer, no matter how hard they fought.

“They are still coming. It will not be soon, but one day they will arrive. And I do not know what will happen when they do.”

Wrapping her whip around her waist, Spring went to the closest wounded fighter, helping them up and acting as their crutch as she dragged them to their medical tent. Unfortunately, she was not a healer, could not use her magic to even speed up the process. Yet the man thanked her anyway and gave her a quick prayer of a victorious life. Moments like these, Spring felt like what she was doing here mattered.

“Spring!” One of the runners yelled, barging into the tent and earning a dirty look from all the healers.

“What is it courier?”

“There’s a woman headed this way, asking specifically after your name. Do you think she is from the enemy side?”

Squashing down the hope rising in her chest, Spring pushed the boy aside, expecting to meet another priestess under Spring’s name. But, by the Goddess, she hoped beyond hope that it was who she was thinking of.

Other soldiers had gathered to meet the woman, and the warrior woman could tell just by their expressions that this was not just any priestess. Pushing past them, a lump formed in her throat when she saw the woman, pale as snow with a snowy fox perched on one shoulder.

“Winter, my sister,” Spring sobbed, holding a hand to her mouth to keep the sounds in check.

The fox came bounding towards the battle worn woman, changing color as it did so. Once it was far enough away from Winter, its fur changed into that of a regular forest fox. However, when it finally jumped into the Spring fighter’s arms, it changed to a flowery pink, with petals falling from its tail to gather at her feet.

“I’m sorry it took so long, young one,” Winter huffed, obviously winded from their trek, “Of course our Goddess Gaea would make you on the opposite side of the world.”

Spring let out a watery laugh and brought her sister into a hug, feeling her magic growing stronger meeting another piece of her soul.

“You have nothing to be sorry for. You’re here now.”

Summer had known battle before this, knew the feeling of human blood and monster blood on her hands. It had been a lonely life, trying to keep the world at peace, but it was what she had been made for. She was forged in the pits of the hottest fires to protect this world, even if that meant she was protecting them from their own kind.

“Remember when we only had those star dust bastards to worry about?!” she shouted across the field, slicing the warrior in front of her clean in two. She had no time to mourn the loss of life, could only move onto the next enemy to stop them from killing her or her sisters.

“It was a much simpler time back then!” Spring yelled back, trying her hardest to subdue the enemy rather than kill them. She had come from a time where she’d been respected like a God, had shown mercy to those that prayed in her name. But that time was long gone.

Winter was in the front of their group, freezing as many of the soldiers as she could, leaving them to the other two so she could win the battle by capturing their general.

“I never thought we would have to worry about this!”

“Me neither,” Summer grumbled under her breath, letting out a bit of magic to take care of the group charging her way. Their screams of pain brought her no pleasure, and with each death, the woman felt it like another blow.

She’d never wanted this life, filled with death and sorrow and the ever-rising threat of doom. She understood her role perfectly, knew that she would do anything to see that darkness defeated in the name of Gaea. But what Summer craved most was peace. Peace between the humans that they were supposed to protect, and peace from the sky so she could lay down her sword for good.

An hour passed by like this before Winter had finally completed her goal, achieving surrender from their opposing side as well as a well-deserved break for them. Summer didn’t even wait to make it to their side of the battlefield to collapse to the ground, every muscle screaming in protest of the day’s activities.

Tellus appeared then, its fur mirroring the redness of her skin from being on the hot battlefield for too long. It settled in her lap, sighing when Summer began to pet it behind the ear.

“This is... getting very tiring Tellus.”

“I know,” it responded back, giving her a sympathetic look, “I hope it’s over soon. I don’t think this is the kind of stuff Gaea thought you would be doing when she created you.”

“She underestimated the greed of mortals. Monsters don’t just come from the sky, they live among us as well.”

Spring and Winter sat next to her not too long after that, their postures strong but their eyes worn and tired. They too were longing for peace, but none of the girls knew when that would ever come.

Spring opened her mouth to say something, more than likely a prayer for the ones they’d lost today, when the gems resting on their chests all glowed bright, washing them in a light of warmth and completion, something the older girls had all felt before. Summer had only been told of this feeling, had listened as Winter and Summer explained to her the feeling of knowing another piece of their soul was out there somewhere. But now she knew first hand, could feel the energy running through her, giving her another burst of energy like she could take on the world.

“Autumn... she’s finally here,” Winter sighed, smile lighting up her face as she looked off into the distance, like she already knew where their last piece lay.

“I wonder what it will be like,” Summer asked, mostly to herself, “To just feel... whole.”

The girls didn’t linger around the blood bathed war zone for much longer after that. Once they had gained back their energy, they started their trek to the West, one of the only kingdoms that hadn’t born a warrior of earth. They followed behind Tellus, who seemed to be more excited about finding their last sister than the other three. It brought a lightness to their journey they hadn’t felt in a long time.

Maybe there was hope for a peaceful end to this war after all.

Tellus came to a dead stop in front of them, freezing and drained of its dark color. Its fur changed to a soft gold as it lit up like a beacon in the night. Summer rushed forward and touched the fox, becoming more worried when it didn’t change back by her mere touch.

“Tellus, what’s wrong?” Winter asked, voice worried but stern.

“She’s... no, no, no!”

After that, Tellus exploded into a burst of light, throwing the three women away from it. When they were finally able to open their eyes, the small fox was no longer there. Or, at least, not in the form that it had carried before.

In front of them stood a large creature, looking more like a giant wolf than their furry fox friend. Its eyes were pure light and power, and it looked over them with a mix of emotions that they couldn’t understand. Until the breath was ripped from their lungs and it felt like every rib in Summer’s body had been broken a million times.

Power seemed to seep into all their forms them, changing their appearance as well as the magic that resided inside them. The clothes that they had been wearing before were gone now, instesd replaced with the same robes Gaea had always worn, as well as extra pieces of armor. Any trace of the fight they had been in was gone, every wound healed and blood no longer staining their skin.

And the gems that had rested against their chest, warming their beating hearts, had also moved. It floated atop their head, each of them holding a piece of Gaea’s crown, as well as holding their power in them.

In that moment, the ground beneath them started to shake, an earthquake the likes none of them had seen before starting to tear the earth apart. Winter gathered her sisters in her arms, holding onto them tightly as she hoped and prayed for the best.

It did not last long, and no permanent damage seemed to have been done to the world around them. But as the girls stood to their full heights and looked Tellus in its eyes, they knew what had happened.

“Gaea,” Winter cried, falling to her knees, “She’s gone. She’s been killed.”

Autumn never liked the quiet, or the things that it usually brought with it, but the silence that surrounded her and her sisters was almost too much to bare. But it was the absolute solemn tension that was killing her.

The four of them sat in a dark abandoned home, wracking their brains to come up with a plan, anything other than what had just been given to them. After all the years they had been together, they’d always held such high hopes for their world, believed without a doubt that they would be the ones to finally bring peace to their world.

But with the death of Gaea... everything seemed impossible.

“There’s not another option,” Summer said, breaking their silence and catching everyone’s attention, “Surely, if there was something else, we would have thought about it. But we haven’t, and we know what we need to do.”

“It can’t end like this though!” Spring yelled, fists clenched at her side, “All that we’ve done can’t be for nothing! So many people have died for this cause-”

“And they’ll continue to die if we don’t do this!” Winter growled, stalking forward. “I hate this just as much as you do, but we don’t have another choice. The Night Queen is still too far out of our reach. Now that Gaea is gone, we are mere mortals. We will age just like the men and women we swore to protect, and she will come to reap them far after we have died.”

“But that’s what you’re asking us to do Winter.”

Everyone turned to look at Autumn, hearts breaking at the sight of tears on her cheeks.

“You’re asking us to die for a plan that we don’t even know is going to work. It could doom the very world we were made from.”

Tears slipping from her own eyes, Winter walked over to her youngest sister. Sitting down next to her, she pulled her into a hug and stroked her hair, just like Gaea had done for her so long ago.

“It is the only choice we have. We must trust that this magic will be enough. Gaea gave it to us to a reason. It was the last thing she did before she was slain. She wanted to give us every possible chance of winning. Even if it isn’t these bodies that do it.”

“How long do you think the cycle will last?”

Winter looked over at the still transformed Tellus for that answer. The large creature was able to shrug its shoulders, not fully knowing the answer.

“I am unsure. 100 years, forever? There is really no gaging it. But I will add my own power to help make it last.”

“You have to be their guide, Tellus,” Spring said, shutting down that idea instantly, “Without you, they will be lost, and all of this will be for not.”

“Fine. Half my magic then. I won’t let you guys do it without me.”

At that, all the sisters gathered around Tellus, hugging the fluffy creature and drying their tears on its fur.

Autumn wished there was something more she could do, wished she knew more about this. But she had been the last creation, had not even been alive a full day before the death of the Goddess that made her. She would never live the long lives the others had. Hell, she wasn’t even going to be able to finish this one. She wished she had more time. she wished, she wished, she wished.

But wishing would get them no where. They had to do this, here and now while they still had this ample magic thrumming in their hearts.

Silently, the four of them gathered around in a circle, each of them holding hands around a flickering candle in the middle of them. They gave each other one last look before they started the ritual.

“I am Winter, first born of Gaea. I rose from the very snow in which I draw my power, and under the moon of my mother, I pass these powers on.”

“I am Spring, second born of Gaea. I rose from the flowers that bring prosperous life, and under the moon of my mother, I pass these powers on.”

“I am Summer, third born of Gaea. I rose from the ashes of fires long put to rest, and under the moon of my mother, I pass these powers on.”

“I am Autumn, last born of Gaea,” Autumn hiccuped, trying her best not to cry, “I rose from the leaves of another life, and under the moon of my mother, I pass these powers on.”

Tellus reached out with the power that surrounded it, adding its essence to the spell. The energy of the room spiked, the spell allowing the addition of this power. Winter continued on.

“We now give our lives on the promise we made when we were born. As the moon continues its cycle on our world, let our lives do the same. Until peace is achieved, the children of Gaea refuse to rest. Blessed be the world in which we lived for.”

“Blessed be the world in which prayed for.”

“Blessed be the world in which we fought for.”

“Blessed be the world in which we died for.”

“Tellie! Good lord, I’m trying to ask you a question!”

“Huh?” the fox said, causing Hannah to sigh in her annoyance.

“Leave the poor thing alone Hannah! It just stuffed itself with garbage, it’s probably about to take a nap.

Caiden and Tellie watched as the girl stomped off towards Chel, who was practicing her magic with Yuki while Sid cheered from the sidelines. The boy looked down at the golden fox in his lap, watching as the fox hummed when he pet it behind the ear.

“You were kind of far gone. What were you thinking about?”

“Hmm? Oh, just some old friends.”

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A Guide to Quora Ads for B2B Marketers

Quora Ads have existed for a while now but if you haven’t tried its self-serve platform, you’ve been missing out on the opportunity to target high-intent users who are very clearly looking for answers.

The ad platform has quickly evolved and new features and targeting options are being added frequently. B2B marketers who have been early adopters of this platform are benefiting from a low cost-per-click and cost-per-lead as well as a high conversion rate.

Let’s review some of Quora’s targeting options (with some pro tips!), ad formats, advertising terms, weaknesses, and more:

Targeting Options

Quora users visit the platform to ask questions, reply to questions, or learn what people are sharing about a specific question or topic. Since introducing Quora for Business, the platform has quickly improved its ability to target users based on the content they are interacting with on Quora (contextual targeting) or based on their behavior (people-based or behavioral targeting).

These improvements have unlocked different targeting options. Below are what I most frequently use when running Quora ads for B2B accounts:

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Interest Targeting

What is it: Identify the interests that are closely associated with your product/service and align with your target audience. These ads show anywhere on Quora but only to people who have recently interacted or browsed content on Quora associated with the interest(s) you’ve selected.

When to use it: This option is awesome for capturing top-of-the-funnel traffic.

Pro tip: Exclude questions that are irrelevant to your brand, product, or service. These ads will appear anywhere on Quora, so try to narrow your focus and group similar interests as you would normally do on AdWords – this will help when measuring success if everything was tagged properly.

Topic Targeting

What is it: If you want to control where you ad appears on Quora without being too restrictive, topics is the way to go. Are you also running an AdWords program? Copy and paste your top performing keywords and see if the same (or a similar) term is a topic on Quora.

When to use it: It’s ideal for top or mid-funnel strategies.

Pro tip: After selecting your topics, go into each topic page on Quora and analyze the type of questions posted there, exclude anything irrelevant and don’t forget to check the related topics; it can help expand your topics.

Question Targeting

What is it: Do you want to personalize your ad to specific questions on Quora? You can certainly do it with question targeting; your ad will show to anyone who lands on a specific question.

When to use it: It can be used to attract middle-of-the-funnel buyers, as well as some bottom-of-the-funnel prospects (with placement on the right question).

Pro tip: I got this one from Joe Martinez: If you use SEMrush you can easily search for Quora’s traffic and then filter for pages that contain your competitor’s name or products and place ads on those specific questions – it is an easy way to gain some market share away from your competitor.

List Match Audiences

What is it: Earlier this year, Quora launched the ability to upload email lists into the platform.

When to use: To incorporate your ABM strategy into the mix and provide special messaging or offers to a high-value segment.

Pro tip: Upload multiple lists to target your prospects with different messaging based on where they in the funnel. Exclude current customers to optimize results.

Ad Formats

Quora recently (May 2018) expanded their advertising products to include Image Ads. Previously, Quora Ads were exclusively text ads.

The image ads have some pros and cons but data and time will tell the real story. For example, one of the big advantages of text ads is they were largely inconspicuous; they were able to easily blend in with the answers on the page. In other words, text ads don’t necessarily scream, “I am an ad.” Below are examples of a text ad and an image ad:

With the Image Ads launch, Quora stated that when you create an image ad the system will also create a text ad and the platform will automatically optimize for the ad format that will perform the best. It’s too early to tell how this will affect results.

Advertising Terms

Quora is very strict with its advertising terms. Ad needs to be clear, well-formatted, and free from grammatical, capitalization, formatting, punctuation errors and unsubstantiated competitive claims.

You might be thinking all platforms have similar advertising terms, but I’ve found Quora will truly test your grammar and punctuation like no other. One common error that will disapprove your ads is unnecessary capitalization, as JD Prater described in this article. This is a departure from other ad platforms, like AdWords and Bing, where search advertisers are used to capitalizing each word in an ad.

There are some specific guidelines for image ads as well. They cannot contain the following:

Be more than 20 percent text or memes

Before-and-after images

Sexually suggestive, tobacco, alcohol, or sensational images

GIF or other types of animation

Note: You can find Quora’s advertising guidelines here.

Quora’s weaknesses

In my opinion, the biggest weakness of the platform is its inability to scale and the lack of basic but powerful settings, like segmentation by topic, interest, and devices.

There’s no schedule setting on the platform nor bid modifiers, which could easily improve account performance and health.

Another weakness is the lack of average position or quality score. This makes it challenging to determine why an ad group might be underperforming.

However, Quora is relatively new and has been rolling out new features frequently so these settings could be coming down the line.

Final Thoughts

While Quora cannot be your only marketing channel, it can be a powerful and high-intent addition to your existing marketing mix. It is a platform that is constantly launching new features and we are looking forward to seeing what they come out with next.

Has your organization tried Quora Ads and have you seen success? I would love to read about your experience via the comments below or connect with me on Twitter to continue the conversation.

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When people have no love in their lives, there is automatic separation between them and God.

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Behold, the Lord's hand is not shortened, that it cannot save; neither his ear heavy, that it cannot hear: But your iniquities have separated between you and your God, and your sins have hid his face from you, that he will not hear.

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THOUGHT FOR THE DAY

When people have no love in their lives, there is automatic separation between them and God. Sometime ago, I heard a story of a young man whose father divorced his mother when he was a little boy. He became a man of almost forty years of age but had never seen his mother because he was bitter with her. According to him, he had never felt or encountered God’s presence in church all his life, obviously because there was a fence of separation around his life. But one day, he came to church, and heard a message on bitterness. This message filled his heart with remorse, and he began to look for his mother’s phone number. He connected with his mother, forgave her and they reconciled. He said after he did that, he began to feel the presence of God that he had never felt before. He felt the Presence of God that bitterness and unforgiveness separated him from. Think about this: is it possible for someone to be separated from God on earth because of bitterness and get to heaven by chance? If God couldn’t cope with you on earth because of bitterness, can He cope with your bitterness in heaven? The same nature inside you – the nature of bitterness, hatred or unforgiveness, that makes God not to come near you on earth, will make Him not to grant you entry into heaven. Beloved, this will not be your portion in Jesus’ Name. Indeed, when people have no love in their lives, there is automatic separation between them and God. (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); Remember this: When people have no love in their lives, there is automatic separation between them and God.

ASSIGNMENTS

1. Make up your mind not to be separated from God. 2. Deal with the spirit of bitterness at the place of prayer. 3. Promptly forgive everyone you need to forgive.

PRAYER

Thank You Lord for Your Word to me today. I ask that You help me not to be separated from You. Rid from my life every lifestyle that will jeopardise my relationship with You, Lord, in Jesus’ Name. FOR FURTHER UNDERSTANDING, GET THIS MESSAGE: THE HELL-WAY OF BITTERNESS (PART 1).

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In response to God's kindness therefore, you must determine to come out of bitterness and begin to live a life of praise and celebration to God and make a determination never to walk yourself back into the realm of bitterness again. Culled from “AM I BITTER?” by Dr Becky Enenche.

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Revelation 11-13

AMAZING FACT

Your right lung can take in more air than your left.

PROPHETIC DECLARATION/WORD

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it's early November. city's dead. I haven't slept in a couple of weeks. the sky sheds its clouds, rainwater sluices down my face. it falls in subtle droplets, into my eyes, hollow sockets in my upturned face. my mouth craves hydration, it's dry. ghosts of unrequited love cry on the street corners, skin cut from paper flowers, petals sharp as lust. I am a haunt in a haunted city. the concrete serves as an ashtray, a wastebasket. I bite my lips. my high-heeled boots sound like explosives as I traipse the sidewalks, finding messages in the signs, finding a silhouette of a girl screaming in a reflective window. I am her shadow, aimless and clawing at a cage. leaves crunch beneath my boots. I pass the hamburger joint on Third avenue. a homeless woman with grey hair and stoned eyes glimpses at my boots, fails at a disapproving scowl. around here, wearing high heels with nylons means you're a tramp, even if your slut-shamer doesn't know your name. I cross the highway overpass. cars dash west and east on the edges of my blurred vision. something's off. everything is deserted and misanthropes are fighting yet another futile war. some dare to call themselves nihilists, the belief that life is pointless. I see a point in existing as time ensues. there's more to life than ashes and purgatories. I will live and strive for goals, even if the clocks shatter and the church bells clang loud and clear to a faint and distant tinkle to a hushed silence. the altar will bleed. cities will perish. my name is Vivica Salem. I am eighteen. I am gasping for air up the stairs to room 213, a dreadfully drab room in a subsidized housing complex. once inside, I choke on the stale smoke, swimming, floating in a suffocating sea of potential cancer and voices I can't understand. I am drowning, head held and forced to inhale carbon monoxide. skulls are whispering, they're attached to skeletons with some skin still left, covertly plotting my journey across the border. I slide the window open. poison drifts out and fades in the dim moon. I try to see something pretty, like a rainbow or a sunset, behind my closed eyelids. the dark behind my eyelids. a quilt gently covering me, excluding the following: sadism. malice. hate. I have no energy for it. just want to collapse in the remains of bluebells scattered along the horizons of hillsides. a moor aglitter with snowflakes as shimmery as diamonds, crystallized frost. the panic attack starts in the pit of my stomach, a tide of discomfort approaching my brain. volts of sickness, of sleep-deprived psychosis, wash over me to bleach out the endorphines. bangs ricochet off the corners of the ceiling. sonatas blend with choruses from an angry female vocalist. songs fill my head. the dark omits the light. I am just a shadow of someone deceased. diseased. my parents want nothing to do with me, but they're the only people I can turn to when the witching hour occurs at night. I can't spend another minute in this room, choking, smoking, being alone. I shove a pile of books as well as a composition journal into a messenger bag, the one I lugged around in 9th grade. my shoulder pained from the weight of textbooks. history drags me down. I slide the key ring onto my wrist, step into the hall, practically slamming the door behind me. the stairs lead down to the first floor. a TV blares from a wall in the sitting room. a group of men stare at bad media. some stare into space, too numb to change their lives. the phone rests on a side table next to the couch attached to a cord. it slides out of my trembling hand and clatters to the floor. but it doesn't break. the dial tone hums monotonously. I punch in the number to the house I failed to grow up in. it doesn't ring, just cuts to a recording telling me I am calling long-distance and that charges apply. It must be a total bullshit hallucination, but it's been doing that for awhile. perhaps it's a sign that they want to completely disown me. so I wouldn't be known as their daughter. I am, in their eyes, an unstable mess, the nightmare they conceived. mom told me she wished I'd never been born. I am ten minutes away from them via car. the security guard who sits by the door reading crime novels all day allows me to use her cell phone to reach my mom. mom agrees to pick me up. I go outside to wait. I sit on the bench overlooking the parking lot, the cheap cars, the destitute night. I expel smoke through my nostrils. my fingers turn yellow. grit gathers under my nails. mom arrives. I can't articulate my feelings to her; she doesn't accept my answers, or lack thereof. the car ambles up the hill, turns the corner on 25th and Post and down another busy main street before it slides to an abrupt stop in the driveway. there is a stark and hushed eerieness to the neighborhood. it reminds me of the silence, the grief flowing from the eyes of mourners during a funeral service. black veils fluttering in the wind, birds twittering in the trees. we ascend the steps to the front door of the house. I enter the living room. during my excruciating, vague existence in this house, it had much more of a life, an implication that it is inhabited by people who care. now, I sense a callous cold just by observing the interior. there is no carpet. hardwood creaks under my feet. just like it always did when I paced the rooms in the dark, an insomniac, tongue doused in caffeinated coffee. the dining room feels empty. the wooden chest that contained antique dishes and a portrait of a stern great-grandmother as a young girl, is against another wall. I peer through the glass and into the contemptuous, dour, truly Victorian gaze of Grandma Mildred. she looks to be about nine years old in the portrait. she bears a slight resemblance to my younger sister, Christine. Christine is sixteen and a spoiled, self-indulgent nightmare. luckily, she is hiding with the Twitt family, possibly watching the ABC Family network on their fancy TV. and she's possibly enjoying the luxury of having friends. the Twitts have three daughters. friends. truthfully, I never craved such a presence. people lie through their teeth. lips part to spew filth and sabotage me in a disagreement. I used to cry about it but now I don't care. before my thoughts can run riot and make me lose myself any further, mom calls me into the kitchen. I need to eat. I'm too thin and my bones feel brittle. I put a mac and cheese dinner in the microwave. I am starving unintentionally. I just can't feel hunger right now... and then I take in the sight of mom. she looks tired and thin herself, but far from sickly. her eyes are suddenly vivid and blue, but vacancy prevails. her hair, a dark red, is styled in a trim similar to mine. my hair is mistaken for "ginger" by colorblind acquaintances and by colorblind strangers. it is a strawberry blonde, and it's hanging in my eyes. I cannot stop screaming at mom who is pathetic and playing the victim. just like I was and used to do. my voice raises, I'm incoherent and can't tell her that I don't want to be alone in that morbid $250 room with dreams littering the dirty carpet. I am stalked by men, leered at, and I have scared off potential sex offenders. but something could go wrong. my heart could always stop and I can't see her grieving for me. not that I expect her to... my eyes widen when I notice all pictures of me are missing. my infancy, my school pictures, my forced smiles for one of my dad's cameras. they have stored them somewhere, left them to collect lint, dust and decay. the professionally photographed portrait of my sister with her ballet class is displayed on the CD shelf, next to the TV that's always on. I turn it off, mumbling "shut up" at the dumb show on the screen as my thumb presses the POWER button. another picture of Christine is on a side table by the window. she's laying on her stomach in the grass, wearing her drill team outfit , and smiling innocently, but only I see beyond that. even while frozen in a frame, she seems to be mocking me from inside it. my dad always wanted to shelter her and shut me out in the mist. sometimes, he would even lock me out of the house, regardless of the weather. when dad emerges from the computer room, he says he has called the mental health professionals. they are coming to the house to send me away, to call me "gravely disabled&" and incompetent. I lose all rationality. my composure crumbles, resilient stone reduced to useless dust. next thing I know, we're all in the living room. I am posturing at my father. I push him, not wanting to inflict any true damage, really. he doesn't fall. he has no right to call the system on me! I'M AN ADULT! but maybe I do need a place to go to regain my well-being. the mental health professionals enter the house to tell me I'm to get in the ambulance parked across the street. I punch the screen door on my way out, shout a string of obscenities, and allow them to strap me down on the wheeled bed in the rear of the ambulance. I bellow horrible things, unheard. this behavior isn't rational. I'm imagining a lot of things. this isn't right but I haven't slept for nearly three weeks. I am whisked away to the hospital where I was born, only to be detained in the emergency room. I am lying on my back, a padded mattress beneath me. they cover me with warm blankets. my right wrist is bound in a restraint I can't undo. several hospital staff come and go, asking me questions I can't answer to their satisfaction; all I want to do is sleep and not think or say another word. I've been asked all these questions so many times that I'm too exhausted to keep my eyes open. a tall, awkward man with black hair, who looks to be in his late thirties, probably an on-call nurse, with black-framed coke-bottle glasses enters the room, draws my blood and demands a urine sample. my wrist is still bound in the stupid restraint, and I haven't even resisted any of the staff. I'm too tired to raise my head, but I know I have to now. the creep's fingers brush against my toes briefly, and it looks purposeful. I snap at him not to touch my feet. "If you are uncooperative and won't give us a urine sample, we'll have to use the catheter on you." he seems a little too delighted at the idea. it shows in his creepy syrupy voice. idiot. "I can't give you a urine sample if you don't loosen the restraint on my wrist," I respond coldly. he does. I go to the bathroom to piss in a cup, knowing they'll detect marijuana. I've smoked it almost ceaselessly throughout the month. after I'm done in the bathroom, they bind my wrist yet again. I think I hear the ER staff discussing my case and giggling. but I am also sleep-deprived and a lot of things that seem real aren't happening. the atmosphere of the hospital is different than I remember it to be, and I can't really explain why. the same fluorescence streams from the ceiling, waterfalls of stinging, penetrating illumination. I stare at the patterns of the light until it no longer hurts. objects tilt and distort before my dried, dulled eyes that have not had the pleasure of a good night's sleep in so long, so long... a heart monitor beeps, lines go up and down, never straight. unless I stop breathing, but I know I'm far from death. My whole world feels like a desensitizing purgatory. I see this all as a punishment for wrong-doing, but maybe I'm the only one punishing me. the activity and machines and voices are no longer heard as I surrender to a dark thicket of heavy sleep. nothing can alter me any longer. I've secured my fortress. no one but I is in possession of the key. * I awaken to find myself being transferred by another ambulance to The Institution a third time in one year. it's a mass structure of bricks and chain link towering over a murky lake. I know the wards all too well and distaste fills me. I am too exhausted to object to the court's decision. maybe I can learn instead of running, the tail of a kite evading the grasp of a hand. I would rather be the kite. I would rather be a balloon instead of the string that prevents it from rising when it's wound around someone's fingers. I want to cure myself, but with guidance to find out why I'm such a seething, wrathful girl. why I'm lovesick when I shouldn't be. doors open. elevator swallows me and the EMTs, ascends and spits us out onto ward 1 North 1. the EMTs wheel me through a door. my eyelids fall from the exaggerated brightness. I cannot speak, but I know that things need to be done differently. my goal is not for people to understand what I went through. my goal is to express myself however I please, freely, without guilt and without fear. everyone has to the right to put down whatever they please on paper. risk censorship, for fuck's sake! like permanent ink on a wall or under a bridge, my awakening from a lifeless nothing to a wide-eyed, perceptive person will not collapse and crumble under the strain of adversity. I will feel pain, but not only pain. I've seen enough to know that surrendering to pain is not worth it.

Vivica Salem

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The Wrath of Luke - The Last Jedi as a Riff on Old Testament Tropes

* A single paragraph late in this essay contains potential spoilers for The Last Jedi. This paragraph is clearly indicated, and can be skipped if you prefer. *

The Luke shown in the poster for The Last Jedi is, in many ways, a shocking subversion of the Luke of the popular imagination. His expression doesn’t speak of steely determination and resolve as much as it conveys vengeance and judgement. Here, he is cast in the part of the angry God of the Old Testament, his magnificent beard adding to the impression that the bright young hero of the original trilogy has evolved into a weary and vengeful figure of authority. Nothing about this new Luke seems benign, and the severity of his expression becomes all the more striking when contrasted with the face of his nephew. Kylo’s expression is oddly neutral, and if it conveys anything at all it is contemplation and doubt. Of the two faces that dominate the composition, Luke’s is clearly the one to be feared.

While he might possess the face of an angry God, Luke is probably more likely to end up resembling a biblical prophet or patriarch. He is a prophet in the sense that he operates as part of a divine order, believing himself to follow the will of the Force (which is, of course, analogous to God in the mythology of Star Wars) - he is subject to visions, and is an integral part of the fulfilment of an ancient prophecy. Equally, Luke is also a patriarch in that he is the most senior male line figure in House Skywalker, being the child of a union between Anakin Skywalker, the divine child of a virgin birth, and Padme Amidala, a Queen of Naboo. Luke is a figure of immense power and possesses an illustrious heritage, but he is also a single player in a greater plan that is unimaginably larger than he is. Going by his declaration that “it’s so much bigger”, it would seem no one is more conscious of this than Luke himself. The trailer for The Last Jedi paints a picture of a man overwhelmed by the crushing weight of his own destiny, close to spiritual defeat on account of the great burden he carries on his shoulders.

Russell Crowe as Noah, and Mark Hamill as Luke Skywalker

To get more specific, I find it fruitful to point out that one image of Luke shown at the panel for The Last Jedi is strikingly reminiscent of Russell Crowe as Noah in Darren Aronofsky’s 2014 film of the same name. According to his Twitter feed, Rian Johnson watched and admired Noah when it came out in March 2014, a few months before he was announced as the writer and director of what was then Star Wars: Episode VIII. I have no idea if Rian treated Noah as a conscious influence on The Last Jedi, but I find there to be some potentially interesting parallels going on, some of which have intriguing story implications that I believe it will be well worth discussing. Full spoilers for Aronofsky’s Noah (beyond ‘the boat makes it’) follow.

Noah, like all of Aronofsky’s films, is about single-minded obsession - inspired by a divine vision, Noah becomes fixated on enacting God’s will to the point where he seems like a madman, with the strength of his conviction even bringing him to the point where he believes that mankind is doomed to end due to its descent into corruption and its apparent rejection of God. The force of Noah’s conviction brings him to the brink of murdering his newborn twin granddaughters, whose very existence he is convinced contravenes God’s will. Noah initially believes it is only his weakness as a mortal man that causes him to stay his hand and spare the babies, and becomes convinced that he has failed God. In a state of despair, he succumbs to drunkenness and distances himself from his family. Only at the very end of the film does Noah seem to achieve peace, reconciling with his family and receiving the divine blessing of a rainbow.

Here, I see the parallel being that Luke, like Noah, is motivated by a profound conviction that he perceives to be in line with some higher purpose. The words “I only know one truth. It’s time for the Jedi to end” tell us that this is a man with a firm idea of the way things should be. Like Noah, Luke is in despair over the state of things - Noah is adamant that mankind must be allowed to die out, and Luke is equally convinced that the Jedi need to end. Noah believed that mankind had to die for the good of the earth, which men were destroying to fulfil their own selfish, short-sighted needs and desires (Noah is as much a film about environmentalism and our mandate as guardians of nature as it is about the Bible). And while we don’t yet understand why Luke is convinced that the Jedi need to end, I would bet on him believing that some greater good will come from it, irrespective of the personal grief and anguish he must endure to see the mission through.

Russell Crowe as Noah, and Mark Hamill as Luke Skywalker

Noah was a highly controversial film upon its release for many reasons, not least because it turned the traditionally dull and stodgy world of the Old Testament into a heightened fantasia filled with warmongering clans and swaggering rock monsters (if you haven’t already guessed, I’m very fond of Noah and recommend watching it). However, it was probably most controversial because of how achingly human and morally ambiguous its portrayal of Noah was. We are used to seeing biblical figures revered, with traditional depictions downplaying their doubts and humanity in favour of stressing their perfect obedience to God’s will. Noah shocked people precisely because it is highly ambivalent on the question of whether its title character is a hero or a villain. The film stresses the horror of the masses who were left to drown while Noah and his family sealed themselves inside their ark, surrounded by the screams and moans of the dying for days. But most intriguingly, it also emphasises how Noah terrorises and alienates his own family.

In the film, Noah has three sons, but only the two eldest are given proper characterisations and stories. The older son Shem is the golden boy who is obedient to his father’s will, while middle son Ham is sullen and rebellious. When both boys are children, Noah’s family adopts a young girl named Ila, who is the only survivor of a slaughtered clan. Ila is barren on account of an injury she sustained during the attack on her clan as a child, but later becomes able to conceive on account of the intervention of Noah’s wife Naameh and his grandfather Methuselah. Shem and Ila have sex just before the deluge begins, and she miraculously conceives twin girls - the children Noah will later believe he has to kill to prevent the continuation of mankind. Ham, by contrast, is less lucky - desperate to have a mate of his own, he disobeys his father by befriending a young girl named Na’el, hoping to take her on board the ark as his wife. Noah deliberately leaves Na’el behind to die as the deluge builds and Ham is never able to forgive his father. Disgusted with Noah, Ham leaves his family at the end of the film to strike out on his own and establish his own tribe. (While most of these plot strands are conceits of the film, it is biblical that Ham fell into disfavour with Noah, with his descendants being cursed.)

Now, none of this means that there are direct or deliberate parallels here. I am not saying that Luke has a wife or children (it is my belief that he has neither), but it’s clear that Luke does at least have a surrogate son in his nephew Ben Solo - the boy he helped to raise and served as a teacher to. Ben, mirroring Ham’s feelings towards his father, seems angry with Luke (as he was with Han), clearly bearing bitterness towards him for what he considers to be some past sin or failing. Also like Ham, Ben turns his back on his family after what he perceives to be a personal betrayal, setting out to establish his own order as he denies and defies both his father (Han) and his father figure (Luke). Rey, like Ila, is an orphan who’s integrated into a family and a destiny that she was not born to. Ila and Rey also both embody hope, promising a new future on the horizon - just before he leaves his family behind, Ham tells Ila “I’m glad that it begins again with you”.

In Aronofsky’s film, Noah’s monstrous nature comes out most strongly in his treatment of his own flesh and blood - he is never more terrifying than when he is holding a knife over two squirming babies. But this, ironically, is also what brings out Noah’s core of enduring humanity, since his instinctual love for the children means he cannot help but be merciful towards them - instead of cutting their throats, he leans down to kiss them. While Noah is clearly the protagonist of the film, he is not the figure who represents hope or a future for mankind - instead, this is the role assumed by his rebellious and disobedient children. As a viewer, it is much easier to relate to the alienation and fear of Noah’s family than it is to connect to the fervent zeal and nihilism of Noah himself. This spin, of course, is one of the main reasons why the film proved so controversial and unsettling - while the Bible is very much on the side of the wise and revered patriarchs and prophets, vilifying and condemning disobedient and defiant sons, modern filmmakers are more keen on dismantling myths and examining what it actually means to be righteous.

‘Sacrifice of Isaac’ by Rembrandt

* POTENTIAL SPOILERS FOR THE LAST JEDI FEATURE IN THE NEXT PARAGRAPH *

Star Wars has a well-established tradition of following young heroes who are tasked with compensating for the misdeeds and mistakes of previous generations. In the Force strand of the plot of The Last Jedi - the aspect of the story represented so powerfully by the poster - I am expecting to see a Luke who considers himself subject to the requirements of a power higher than himself. I see this conviction being what propels Luke to pursue the end of the Jedi, and - if the rumours are to be believed - call for his own nephew’s murder. Just as Noah condemned all of mankind to die and Abraham prepared his son Isaac as a blood sacrifice, with both men convinced they were enacting the will of God, Luke will believe that his personal attachments will need to be overcome to serve a higher purpose by returning to a pure and incorrupt manifestation of the Force. If Luke does believe that Kylo Ren has to be killed to fulfil this mandate, the weight of that responsibility will likely bear more heavily on him than it will Rey, his belief in its necessity testament to the strength of his trust in his interpretation of the Force. Rey’s refusal to go along with the idea, by contrast, will demonstrate that her faith is less secure - and I would bet on us (the audience) being given reason to empathise more strongly with Rey’s doubt than Luke’s zeal.

* SPOILERS END *

However, in grand Star Wars tradition, I don’t expect this seemingly hopeless Luke - a man who appears to believe in the end of things - to be portrayed as a figure of unerring righteousness, or indeed some ultimate fulfilment of Luke’s destiny. Just as Aronofsky’s Noah upset people’s expectations of what a Bible film should be by portraying a biblical patriarch as profoundly flawed and sometimes even frightening, I expect to see The Last Jedi take its biggest risk by making eternal golden boy Luke Skywalker a forbidding figure of judgement who the younger generation ultimately have to prove wrong with their rebellion and defiance. While I don’t see Luke becoming an outright villain, I find it very plausible that he will be shown to have become misguided on account of his single-minded obsession with the Force and what he understands to be its destiny. I expect Kylo Ren to be similarly afflicted by quasi-religious zeal, with one of the most crucial questions of The Last Jedi being which character - Luke or Kylo - will be the first to accept that their static and unyielding dogma is flawed. As for who will introduce the light of hope to the picture, the poster makes it clear that this person will be Rey - the only reprieve from the vivid red that dominates the poster emanates from her.

If I had to identify flaws in Aronofsky’s film, it would be that the young characters - romantic leads Shem and Ila, and traitorous son Ham - are thinly characterised, serving as little more than symbols and essentially functioning as illustrations of the ramifications of Noah’s choices. They do not seem like true individuals, and while they are sympathetic they are not our protagonists - inevitably, Aronofsky is most interested in telling the story of Noah himself. I expect The Last Jedi to have a very different spin by focusing instead on the young characters (namely, Rey and Kylo Ren), mainly because it is not enslaved to the patriarchal mythology of the Old Testament and the allure of its totemic central figures. Luke Skywalker is a modern-day legend to many and is the hero of countless people’s childhoods, but the point of the sequel trilogy is to establish new heroes and fresh myths, not to wheel out old characters so they can repeat journeys they already made as youths.

The sequel trilogy - with Rey at its centre - is about a young woman fulfilling her heroic destiny, and Daisy Ridley herself has said that in The Last Jedi Rey “kind of gets to take some control over what's going on” - she will be the propulsive force driving the story, rather than the passive canvas on which other people’s journeys play out. While a film like Noah can’t help but be fixated on its monumental subject, the focus of the new mythology being established with the sequel trilogy is Rey herself and how she will bring hope to the galaxy. That need not involve supplanting the Skywalkers or bringing their line to an end, but it will - in all likelihood - involve discovering a fresh concept of the Force and grappling with what it means to follow it.

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