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Everyone being an actor/actress underneath the company "Oletus Manor" :3

Their most recent and most popular upcoming project is titled "Identity V," and most, if not all, of the actors that work under them are a part of it. It contributes to its popularity even though its not yet in the works and shows thats its a large scale project

You know who isn't approached to join the project? Lucky Guy. Even though he's been in the company the longest and him and his (now retired) colleagues were the ones to help start the idea of the show. They participated in the pilot. But he kind of expected this

The fans want more of the new actors. And Lucky hasn't been placed in a major project in years. Maybe...he just wasn't cut out for this. He's not very charismatic, and he can't even fall on looks to defend himself.

The other actors don't even acknowledge him as one of them. They probably forgot he's one in the first place. He's pretty sure he got mistaken for an intern once or twice after commanding him to get some coffee (he still got that coffee)

Its inevitable. Maybe he should leave the industry as a whole once they start filming. He doesn't want to start being labelled as creepy because he's hanging around the set (HE WAS THERE WHEN OLETUS MANOR STARTED MAKING IDEAS FOR IDENTITY V. THATS LIKE...HIS BABY)

The day of filming comes along. Lucky holds off the idea of turning in his letter of resignation to watch the cast. A last farewell to Identity V in a way, the last major project he's ever been in

Unaware that just a day before, one of the actors found a recording of the pilot.

FIGHT because you don't know how to die quietly // WIN because you don't know how to lose

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Selective, chill, indie rp blog. OC, crossover, and duplicates friendly

current tumblr sexyman and an ancient forgotten tumblr sexyman because they both have the same vibes 

much like kaito and kouta, these two need to kiss instead of fight

So it’s nice they’ve changed the tumblr live snooze button to thirty days, even though you should be able to just turn it off indefinitely, but the fucking button doesn’t work at all now. @staff can we get our shit together and just be able to turn off live without having to go back and remind you how much we all hate it by constantly turning it off? Why do you dislike us so? 😒

Tiktok Tuesday!

I know future!Leo is more serious and there is literal war going on...

But I really need some Eda vibes of mentoring for him XD

All of Them

I am tentatively loving this development of Ava and Mac trying to get answers out of Ryan. It has a real "Silence of the Lambs" vibe so far and I don't hate that!

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

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adrien tell ur mom to leave me alone !