#there is no depth of idiocy to which we can't sink

[frumfrumfroo]

Rumor has it that DLF is looking to cast this unknown Adam Driver look alike to play one of Rey's students and that he will have a "romance" with his fellow female student. The most hilarious part is that the person who posted this "leak" on Twitter thinks this will somehow lead to Reylo because it will be just like Pirates of the Caribbean: Dean Men Tell No Tales. What an idiot.

I mean first of all I don't believe this and second of all I don't even understand the lie the 'leaker' is going for. Like what kind of sense does that make?

If you're going to make up leaks, put some effort in.

Although, considering how stupid Disney's 100% real and genuine leaks have historically been, maybe they're trying to make it seem more plausible by having it make no fucking sense.

#salty again #I'm still salty over PotC 3 don't mind me #how many versions of the exact same shitshow will Disney have? #the 'these leaks are far too bad and stupid to be real' argument will never be credible again #there is no depth of idiocy to which we can't sink #there is no writing so obviously bad and amateur it couldn't be the work of people routinely paid millions of dollars

[butttttercloud]

Sixty minutes

"one hour", i said to him whilst gaping straight into his gold eyes. the demon, with yet another sinister snicker, complied but doesn't seemed to budge an inch as i tried loosening his death grasp on my wrist. instead he drew dangerously closer, leaving neither room for personal space nor for any slight chances of movement. the back of my head throbs in pain due to the reckless shove against the wall; it was cold in the room before but now, it's undoubtedly colder.

sensing my discomfort, he backs away giving me a brief opportunity to view him better. his mirror-like eyes stares me down, a sense of petiteness washing over me while his towering height only contributed more to his intimidating aura. he was definitely sculpted by the darkest elements in hell, ones that were extracted from the deepest depths only. "what do we do in one hour, doll?" he spoke lowly, flirtatious venom laced to his voice. "is there something you want to do?" i asked, batting my lashes innocently.

he then hums while biting his lower lip teasingly, "we could just cut this idiocy and let me take your soul or... we could have sex".

it didn't sink in at first. but when it did, i sworn i should've looked like the crimson crystals grandma collected. how can someone be that bold to even say such a thing out loud? " w-we can't...w-we just met. what are you? the demon of lust", i hurriedly said, leaving him no time to think of a reply. i led him out to the streets, a meek grip on his comparatively bigger arm. took a sharp turn through a lane and finally we were away from the bustling roads. passed the hole on the the metal fencing, we were now walking up the path that led us to the city's highest peak, a pathway i discovered two years back. it eventually became my natural habitat and escape from the lonesome world i didn't feel the need to exist in.

"where are we going?" he said, an exaggerated groan following right after. "to my favourite place. it's going to take at least forty minutes from here", i tried to be consistent with my words, fearing that i might annoy him. another sigh. "you should be grateful i gave you a spare hour to spend. i usually don't do this to my prior victims". "what made you think i was an exception then?" i said, as we skip over a small stream. "you're interesting", was all he said.

i continued on my quest of getting to the cliffs, but the thought of someone thinking i was interesting didn't sit quite right to me being an outcast had become my second nature, not being able to pass anybody's vibe check was the usual. always burdened under chronic loneliness was a religion i followed. it was nice to have someone to walk with like this, during late evenings when the sun was gradually being swallowed by the horizon, pink hues painting stripes along the sky and having a hand to hold... like this. it felt surreal, an emotion i had been alienated from. how long would it take for my demon companion to finally devour my soul.

"we're here", i sang, patiently waiting for the demon's reaction. however, he simply shrugged and seated himself on a rock that overlooked the hills on the other side. at this hour, birds were returning back to their nest, merrily chirping strain for joy of seeing their young ones. i took the seat next to him. "five minutes", he said, as he turns to face me. the natural filter displayed by the scenery made him glow in inexplicable ways. it would've been nice if he was human and we could be friends.

"won't your family worry about you if you didn't return home today?" he asks. that's a first, was he concern? "no, they don't care about me. it doesn't matter", i gave him a sad smile to which he reciprocated, though barely unnoticeable but it was still there. demons, at times, were better than humans. they take your life yes, but it is what you asked. at least, they acknowledge you, even if it was only for the slightest bit. "time's up", he said. i gave him a final smile, this time a bigger one before letting him push me off the high cliff.

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