I genuinely know nothing about the actual plot of the x-files I just know that those two pretty people stand in soft mood lighting and stare pensively at each others' mouths a lot. and there are aliens.
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I have to imagine that person was just blatantly lying in an attempt to upset you. With the amount of posts you've made both about tma and in general about addicts/addiction, I don't even think it's possible to misinterpret your stance even on the piss on the poor website
also extremely possible, I just think it's a weird dig to go for. "you think this mean thing" "no I don't" conversation over.
Can u pitch the silt verses (phone keeps autocorrecting to the silly verses)? Everyone seems very insane about it and it interests me but I can't go in blind I must Know and Have Knowledge first
Like what is it about? Genre? Vibes?
technical particulars: horror / fantasy / tragedy, audio drama, full cast, 3 seasons, 46 episodes, episodes average to about 40-60 mins each
plot pitch: in the world of the silt verses, there are gods of everything: rivers, coffee, trains, branding, breakfast cereal, lies, electricity, death, etc., and legitimate faiths are highly regulated and policed by governing bodies because all gods require regular human sacrifices. sister carpenter and brother faulkner, our two protagonists, are on a pilgrimage for their criminalized river god, a trip that the old-hand carpenter has taken many times before and that the zealous new convert faulkner believes to be his first step on the path to greatness. on their trip they try to evade capture by law enforcement, contemplate drowning each other, and wind up attending a crab rave.
vibe pitch: yknow that thing in greek myths where a god will decide to save one of their acolytes by transforming them into a tree at the moment of death? have you ever thought about the horror potential in that?
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Jared and Evan + 22 for the hurt/comfort prompts… simply a them concept
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Delirious and also straw that broke the camel's back
17. delirious || 22. the straw that broke the camel’s back
Jared wants to blame his buzzing phone for waking him up, but he wasn’t falling asleep anyway. If he were really tired, he wouldn’t be bothering to put on his glasses.
My cat
My cats
My cat
My cast
You say oh right
You saw it
Do you remember
?
Hearing from Evan this late is weird enough — usually he goes to bed before midnight, like someone’s grandma. He also usually texts more coherently than the average grandma. And Jared can’t remember the last time a text from Evan was preceded by two weeks of total silence.
What the fuck are you talking about?
Why are you even awake?
My car from my arm
Cat
Cast
You saw my car
Cast
Right
When I broke it
He should turn off his phone and ignore whatever this is until the morning, when Evan will either have forgotten about it or remembered how to form a complete sentence. Instead he presses Call and waits through one… two… three rings.
“Don’t call me,” Evan says, sounding like he just woke up. Was he sleep-texting? “I don’t like calls.”
“Yeah, and I don’t like having to decipher your messages like it’s the Rosetta Stone at two AM. Talk.”
“Did I break my arm?”
“Are you drunk? You shouldn’t be underage drinking without me.”
“I’m sick.”
“Wow, no shit.” That answers about half of his questions.
“I can’t remember,” Evan says. “If I really broke it. I thought it was real but I don’t know. Is it?”
Jared shoves his covers down, pushes himself into sitting upright, like that it’ll make it easier to think. “Yeah. You fell out of a tree and broke your arm.”
“No, I didn’t.” Evan’s voice shakes as if he’s about to cry. Jared can’t handle that even at the best of times, which this is far from. “That’s not — I don’t think it is.”
“Yes, you did. You told me. You had a cast on your arm for, like, the first month of school.” With Connor Murphy’s signature plastered across it, the first domino in the chain that’s threatening to topple over and crush them. “Now go to sleep. You and I both know it’s past your bedtime and that warm milk is wearing off.”
“I can’t. I’m tired but I can’t fall asleep.”
“So drink some water. Take some Tylenol. Listen to a boring podcast. Figure it out. Do you expect me to solve all your problems for you?”
“That’s what you do.”
Jared digs his fingers through his hair. He feels almost crazy enough to yank it all out. “This doesn’t mean we’re good, you know. You’re still an asshole.”
“I’m sorry,” Evan says. “I’m really sorry,” and the worst part of hearing that is knowing Evan’s too out of it to mean it. He won’t even remember this tomorrow.
“I’m hanging up.”
“Good n—”
Jared hits End Call, pulls off his glasses, and turns off his phone so he won’t throw it across the room.
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