Abigail Succeeds In Killing Elizabeth And John Struggling With The Grief AU HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE

BRO CHAT wtf have I just made

I may be cooked bro tf😭🙏

Younger Black Heart Inertia.

The first meeting with the assistant backstage. “Is he that into you?”

Marshall (The popular actor/singer) and Brandon (The ‘Nerdy’ Assistant)

It was just an ordinary day at the studio, Marshall had been hanging out with Director Samuel’s assistant, Brandon for as long as he could remember. It was oddly strange for someone like the blond to be around an clumsy and always late to the moment assistant but no matter what the situation was, The dark brunet would always be there with him. But this day would be different.

Marshall just waited outside, leaning against the brick wall as he watched the brunet walking out from the back door and entering the alleyway. Adjusting his glasses and his headphone, the assistant gazed at the actor and softly sighed before walking up to him and standing next to him, leaning against the wall with a coffee in his hand, which made the actor notice him and smile at him. “Is that for me?” he teased.

“Ah, uhm,” The assistant blushed slightly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yes, but you may not like it--!”

Glancing at the cup, Marshall shrugged and took a sip before starting to almost drink the whole cup but stopped as he slowly turned to the stunned Brunet and chuckled. “Well, I never knew you taste sweet, B.”

Brandon jumped and blushed heavily, realizing that the cup read ‘Non dairy, soy, Extra foam. Brandon.’ Since he was running late to the production, he forgot to get him the right drink order. “Oh my god, oh no! I’m so sorry, Mr. Marsh! I-I, ughh, Forgot to get it right!”

“No..? I said that you taste sweet, B.”

“Uhm, what does that mean?”

“You want me to show you?”

The assistant nodded before trying to reach for the cup before feeling Marshall pinning him against the wall and pulling him closer by his back and began kissing him passionately, squeezing his waist as he felt their bodies heating up. The dark brunet moved his hand up to his hair, slipping and tangling his fingers. While his other hand dropped the coffee and slid to the sides of the brunet’s neck as he pressed his leg against his thighs, hearing the assistance slipping soft noises from his mouth before pulling away briefly and staring at him. “Would you like me to stop here, I mean we’re on a tight schedule after all, B.”

The brunet gently tugged on the actor’s shirt collar, he shook his head as he was out of breath. “Just the opposite, please..” he breathed, feeling the actor biting his lip before stopping and pulling back and smiling at him.

“BRANDON!” The headphone speaker spoke, The assistant jumped as he knew it was from the director, Samuel Michealson. “Do you have those reports done like I had hoped for you to get done in an hour or so?”

The brunet swallowed his saliva as he tried to answer him but felt Marshall comfort growing more passionately, staring him in the eyes as he leaned in grabbing his shoulder. “A-Ah! Of course I did, sir, I’d never ignore an assignment-!”

Marshall cut him off again as he started to kiss him again, slowly moving his headphone off of him before finding the button to hang up on the director. “Sorry, Sam, but your assistant is pretty busy now,” the dark brunet glanced up at him. “Mind leaving a message?”

Hymns of Death

written by CocoaWinds99 (ME!!)

Thirty people trapped in one facility, forced into complete isolation from humanity in order to escape with either a choice of six, five, or three Survivors or consider to press on with the Game.

In order to make it through, they must have to go through the key aspects: Trials Obstacles Sacrifices And most importantly, the game of choice and trust

Then they’ll see who will win and who’s behind the game.

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yeah I wrote this in 2024, So what?

Don’t judge me >:(

Everyday I mourn that we never got to see Elizabeth's perspective on John and Abigail's affair in more detail. I wish we could've got to see her reaction when she found out. Her sadness, her anger, her throwing out Abigail, her scolding John for his actions and cowardness, and most of all, her thought process of how she came to the conclusion to forgive him instead of ratting him out in the court. All I want is them fighting and arguing, is that too much to ask for?

i need a crucible discord au where abigail is trying to kick everyone from the server and proctor and hale are discord mods

Everytime I watch this scene in the crucible movie I can't help but question and joke about how they look at each other in this scene. I know what you two are.

Woog

THAT’S IT.

I’m angry. You know what that means!

*Unyaois your ship and turns it Yuri*

Käärijä for Apu Magazine 30.10.2024

Photos by Hannes Paananen

Ao3 has a lot of Crucible fanfics but there's a good amount on Wattpad too and one day I got curious and decided to read them.

One of them was a ProctHale fic and there was this one chapter from it where Proctor and Hale make out sloppily before Hale pushes Proctor away and is like "We can't! We're are both men, this love is forbidden!" And Proctor's like "But Mr. Hale, don't you want to cleanse me of my sins?" Before more argument happens between them which leads it into ending with Proctor randomly saying "I say god is dead!"

It lives in my head rent free for no reason of which I know.

what do you MEAN trafik didn't make it onto the album