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progrcss replied to your post: me waiting to see who’ll be cast as media for s2
im so scared tbh
i mean starz hasnt said anything yet, no announcements have been made, and idk if gillian got out before contracts were finalised or if she had already been signed on before fuller and green left so she might be contractually obligated for s2 but i would have thought starz would have announced something if ricky is saying they’re going to begin filming soon
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me, rewatching the museum scene with bilquis and tb again because i love them and the dynamics of that scene: look at this... look at this person who uses sexuality as a tool to fuel and defend herself encounter an asexual who’s got this dichotomy between connection and disconnect, this old and young meeting, and they’re equally intimidated by the other but they’re both way too proud to back down.
World: There are seven chairs and ten kids. What do you do?
Tech B: Have everyone stand.
Apple: Bring three more chairs.
Media: The best seven of them can sit down.
DW: Kill three.
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Put ☎ in my ask for your muses info in my muses phone:
NAME: THE BETTER TECHNICAL BOY [ apple has tried to change it... ]
RINGTONE: Space Jam
PICTURE:
LAST TEXT RECEIVED: we have a telepathic connection why are you texting me?
LAST TEXT SENT: HA MADE YOU REPLY
progrcss replied to your post: nsf.w thought because it’s 2am and i’m sin ;;...
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i’m just a girl. who’s not slept longer than four hours in over a month. missed her uni deadlines. life falling to pieces. it’s 2am.
EH
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old god: tries to take a human life as sacrifice
tbs: puts them on life support. gives them an organ transplant. medicine. then physiotherapy.
old god: ...
tbs: bitch
@tchboy // @progrcss
TB: what’s the purpose of that stupid name? your old one was fine Apple: does it annoy you? TB: yes! Apple: there you go then
&& @progrcss ;;
LASHES ARE HALF OFF: peeled by dainty fingers and neatly tucked away in a medicine tin: BARBITURATES for the headaches, the HEARTBREAK that occurred on screen / off screen ( where did one draw the line? WHO WAS MARILYN MONROE ? ): but that mask was off. Smeared into make-up wipes and cleansing pads dotting the CLINICAL space of the VR limo: gone were the sharp wings, the blush, the drawn on beauty mark and that oh-so KISSABLE mouth: just NORMA JEANE, bomb girl extraordinaire: unfiltered, unprocessed; utterly and completely FRIGID with their LED eyes and synthetic skin. All sharp edges and hard lines: a pretty face that would not sell without a MILLION DOLLAR SMILE. Tough fucking luck: there was nothing to smile about with the kid in front of them bleeding into the carpet like a gory NIAGARA FALLS. “What have I told you?” Quiet. Dangerously soft: not unlike the lecture that had been given hours prior: watched it drip in SLOW MOTION like a child who’d held a magnifying glass to an ant colony. How could they be anything less than APATHETIC? It had become a mantra: DON’T FUCK WITH WORLD. A chant that grew louder and louder; static and tinny like bad playback. A chant they ignored consistently. Constantly. They’d no pity for anyone who didn’t have the sense to listen: this one hadn’t been around the block once; acted like they knew everything: didn’t matter if GOOGLE was their search engine! “Don’t be shy, kid. Tell me verbatim.”
Predictably, the sales pitch had failed. They’d some vain hope that cartoons and promises of WAR RENEWED would sway Wednesday: make his heart race, get him an UPGRADE. Their time was tight, precious; not to be wasted like it had been back there. The Technical Boy had not helped: their smugness, their utterly unforgivable rudeness -- NO LIVE TV MANNERS AT ALL ! An already VOLATILE situation ready to EXPLODE. They had to do it; if the kid couldn’t learn one way, they would learn another with a hand far firmer than a mouth that never stopped talking. “A pity. You had such POTENTIAL.”
