MR.ROBOT/RAMI MALEK RUBBISH

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[viktoriakomova]

instead of spreading around footage of sam cerio’s awful injury in the form of cheap clickbait can these “news” outlets instead report on how shes a fuckin aerospace engineering major who already has a job lined up at boeing, fuckin boeing, before shes even officially graduated? and she achieved this while being an integral part of her team in an incredibly demanding collegiate sport? 😇

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Well said 👏🏽

[cassandracalin]

[the-movemnt-deactivated20170912]

this is true love y’all (x) | follow @the-movemnt

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❤️

[enchantechante]

pls let this be the start of a trend

[warbutt]

retweet this and your dream job will come into your life

[internetsurfing]

ok y'all this is crazy i reblogged this today and i just got offered a job. what the fuck

[ummno]

Worked last year. Give it a whirl, kids.

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Made my day

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X X ____

[peachybee-deactivated20161124]

this looks so pure im crying

[saintdollyparton]

THIS IS THE KIND OF CONTENT WE NEED!

Also can you imagine how much joy everyone working on this movie experienced?!

[kenndaljustfreaking]

AT FIRST I WAS SAD AND THEN I GOT SO DAMN FLIPPIN HAPPY OH MY GOSH IM GOING TO CRY.

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Just a damn rollercoaster of emotions I am😢😢😁😢😢😄😐😢😢😂😊

[neulina]

Tell me, why didn’t God help my innocent friend who died for no reason while the guilty ran free? Okay. Fine. Forget the one offs. How about the countless wars declared in his name? Okay. Fine. Let’s skip the random, meaningless murder for a second, shall we? How about the racist, sexist, phobia soup we’ve all been drowning in because of him? And I’m not just talking about Jesus. I’m talking about all organized religion. Exclusive groups created to manage control. A dealer getting people hooked on the drug of hope. His followers, nothing but addicts who want their hit of bullshit to keep their dopamine of ignorance. Addicts. Afraid to believe the truth. That there’s no order. There’s no power. That all religions are just metastasizing mind worms, meant to divide us so it’s easier to rule us by the charlatans that wanna run us. All we are to them are paying fanboys of their poorly-written sci-fi franchise. If I don’t listen to my imaginary friend, why the fuck should I listen to yours? People think their worship’s some key to happiness. That’s just how he owns you. Even I’m not crazy enough to believe that distortion of reality. So fuck God. He’s not a good enough scapegoat for me.

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^This 👏👏👏👏

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2015 VS. 2016

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-On Rami Malek’s Character/Stunt Doubles As Hassan On Over There

Me: Um, Nope!  We Have Eyes!!! Its Not Even A Little Bit Close!!!

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Rami Malek reveals his skin care secrets to his youthful appearance.

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Rami Malek Being Cute As Hell Talking To Twins About Being A Twin On The Red Carpet At The Golden Globes For The Ellen Show

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Rami Malek Isn’t Insane!

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Rami Malek Attends The 2016 SAG Awards And Wishes His Mom A Happy 70th Birthday On The Red Carpet

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Rami Malek Looking Dapper At The 2016 SAG Awards 

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Baby’s Be Like...

He’s Growing Up! 

I See No Difference For Reals!

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Elliot Alderson/Mr. Robot- Reader

*A/N: Not A Writer. I Tend To Write Like I Talk So My Punctuation Is Off. I’m OK With That. Just Me Trying Something New.  I Also Don’t Know The Types Of FanFic This Falls Under. I May Add Other Chapters. Or Not. Hope You Like It And Let Me Know What You Think.  That Being Said Anyone Else Think If Mr. Robot Had A Book Series That They’d Be All Over It! Same? Or Gasp! A Comic Book Series… 

*Chapter 1 •1720 Words •161 Sentences •19 Paragraphs

Elliot sat at his desk staring at his monitor. His palms lay flat on both sides of his keyboard. At this moment he hears heavy foot steps above his head thudding on his ceiling. Elliot clinches both hands making fist, and he glances at his phone to check the time. “2:17am”, it reads.

The one vacant unit upstairs now had life in it again. The previous tenant was an elderly Asian man. Elliot didn’t mind him at all, because he was quiet and went undetected. A few months ago the old man had fallen and no one knew for days. His family must of put him in a home Elliot guessed.

Whoever lived upstairs now wasn’t quiet. It wouldn’t be so bad he thought if they just didn’t stomp around everywhere they went.  

A door slammed shut interrupting Elliot’s thought. He jumped to his feet making his desk chair spin a little from the movement. Briskly he walked to his front door to peek through his peep-hole. He could hear humming and someone taking the stairs in a 1-2 fashion of skips. “Shit”, a voice says as a ball of keys clang noisily to the cement steps. The keys jingle as they are picked up.  Elliot then sees the figure move past his door swiftly and walks over to the mailboxes.  The keys bump against the slots as the person opens their box. “Jeez”, Elliot thought to himself. “Who do they think they are making such a racket?” The box slams shut with a twist of the keys, and the figure turns to head back upstairs. The humming continues.

Suddenly the footsteps stop in the perfect pocket of light right in front of Elliot’s door. He holds his breath .Elliot sees for the first time a girl. He stares way too long at her Doc Martins, One is laced. The other is not. He sees she is wearing long over-the-knee socks that don’t match under her pleated skirt that has suspenders attached to it. The suspenders rest on either side of her waist. Still holding his breath for fear she could hear him watching her. He notices the girl is wearing DJ styled headphones around her neck. Maybe music is playing and she’s just humming to it Elliot wondered to himself as he watched her sift through her mail. Her wrist has a tattoo of some sort he can’t quite make out. She appeared so content and care-free.  Elliot’s mind wandered off as he tried to make sense of this new creature.

The girl shimmies to the beat of her music back up the steps making her keys jangle with her movement. Just like that she was out of sight. Elliot hears the door slam and the thudding of footsteps above his head again. He retreats back to his desk chair, but his mind is in a mood where he has so many questions about his new neighbor. It’s not like he can just walk up to her at this hour and say, “Hey”. Elliot bit his lower lip thinking about how much he wished to be normal. If he knew anything about her he’d surely already be on her Facebook profile by now. No, this was gonna take time.

Flipper, Elliot’s black terrier nuzzled up against his leg letting out a light whimper. Elliot bent down on one knee and gave the dog a pat on the head. “Yeah, I can’t sleep either girl. Let’s go for a walk.” Standing up he walked back over to his door and grabbed the leash from its hook and attached it to Flippers collar with a click. He pulled up the hood over his head on his hoodie and opened the door allowing Flipper to lead the way.

Elliot lived in New York. Specifically China Town. Not too many spots for Flipper to deuce-it-out near the apartment, but Flipper knows where to go. The brisk air felt nice on Elliot’s face. Reaching in his pocket he takes out a joint and light it. He takes a long drag and slowly lets the smoke escape his mouth. The pair continue to walk and Elliot takes in the sounds of the city. Someones car alarm is going off in the distance. He takes another hit and this time flicks the joint into the street. He’s been trying to limit his bad habits. “A couple puffs won’t hurt me”, he thought to himself. Elliot turned and Flipper toddled behind him heading back towards the apartment. He took his phone out his back pocket. The screen read, “2:55 am”. Time flies. He needed to be up in 4 hours to catch the train into the city for work. He shoved the phone back in his pocket.

As they got almost in front of their building Elliot nearly stopped in his tracks. He couldn’t believe it! The girl from upstairs was sitting in the middle of the stoop blocking Elliot and Flippers path. This time the headphones were actually on her head. She didn’t notice Elliot because she had her legs crossed and was sorta leaning back on her elbows with her head tilted back. She wore a rumpled white t-shirt that read, “Strong Female Character” across the chest. This made him smirk a lopsided grin. Elliot didn’t really mean to stare but she was very striking.

Flipper cocked her head to one side and let out a yelp. The girls head snapped up and she locked eyes with Elliot. She had these amazing eyes. Big and smiling. “Oh whoops. My bad.” She offered as she sat up pushing the headphones off her head. “I’m taking up the whole stoop!” Elliot just stared back at her. She looked back waiting for a reply. “Anything Elliot. Say anything”, he willed himself. “Fuck!”, he thought… “This has to be the longest no one has ever said any words.”

She chuckled at this. Breaking the silence she says,“Your dogs real cute. Can I pet him?” Elliot looked down at Flipper and back at the girl and nodded. The girl scooted closer to the edge of the steps and patted her knees. Flipper stood up on her hind legs loving the affection. Her tail wagging happily behind her. “What’s his name?”, she asked.

Elliot took one hand pushing the hood back off of his head and then ran his fingers through his hair before he answered. “Actually, her name is Flipper, he replied. The girl still smiling continued to play with the pup. "Hi Flipper! You’re a sweetheart!”

Elliot felt himself calming down. The girls smile made him feel at ease. It was either that or the pot… Either way he was able to form sentences now. Are you new here?“ He asked.

"For sure. I’ve been here almost two weeks. I’m not crazy about the building yet but that’s because I’m used to living in a house. It will be a minute before I feel at home again…” She shook her head as if just remembered something. “Just tell me to shut up already!” She giggled as she leaned forward and extended her hand towards Elliot. “I’m Josie by the way.”  Elliot stared at her hand longer than he should have. He reluctantly took her hand in his and in a raspy voice said, “I’m El, Elliot”, he stammered clearing his voice. Despite the chill in the air her hand was still warm he noted. He could see the tattoo again on her wrist. This time curiosity got the best of him as he let go of her hand. “Whats your tattoo of?” He asked. Instinctively Josie brushed her fingers over the design. “Uh, it’s a Yashica 44. An old camera my Grandpa gave me. Just reminds me of him.” Her voice trailed off. Elliot leaned over for a closer look invading her personal space, but Josie didn’t seem to mind. “Cool.” He stated standing upright again.

“Thanks!” Josie smiled.  “Well, nice to meet the pair of you.” She said as she hopped to her feet. “You know a good place I can get nachos round here?” She asked. Elliot raised his eyebrows. “You mean right now?” Josie laughed at his reaction. “Not this second. I mean maybe in a couple days. Perhaps you could show me, or we could meet up there.” Elliot half smiled. “Well there is a place called Seoul Taco. Just a 10 minute walk from here.” He offered. “That’ll work!  I elect you to be my tour guide. Tacos on me”, Josie added playfully as she made her way up the steps. “I’m off to bed dude. Later!”

Elliot watched her bounce up the stairs as her skirt flounced with her movement. Elliot started up the steps as well with Flipper in toe. Back inside his apartment he couldn’t help but smirk to himself. “Do I have a date?” He wondered to himself. “No. No. Just a taco meal with my pretty new neighbor. Not a big deal.” Elliot unhooked Flippers lead and returned it to the hook near the door. Once free, Flipper trotted over to the bed claiming her spot on one of Elliot’s pillows. For the first time in months he felt excited about something.  Not an easy task for him. “Maybe I don’t have to hack her to get to know her. Maybe its possible to find out about her the honest way.” He thought. We all know this isn’t how Elliot does things.

One thing for sure he was gonna be more careful with this one. He stared off into space briefly thinking about Shayla Nico. He never allowed himself to grieve her. It hurt too bad still. As it should. He’s the reason she’s gone. Its was still hard for him to remember her. His mind didn't’ have permission to think about her too long. He missed her. But, Shayla is now just someone he used to know. Another disk in his digital cemetery.

Elliot shakes the memory from his head and kicks off his sneakers leaving them where they landed. He unzips his hoodie tossing it on the couch, and heads towards the bed to join Flipper.  Laying down he stares up at the ceiling. Flipper was already snoring away fast asleep. Elliot grinned at her taking this as a cue and turned off the lamp.

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Rami Malek accepts Best Actor in a Drama Series award for ‘Mr. Robot’ onstage during the 21st Annual Critics’ Choice Awards at Barker Hangar on January 17, 2016 in Santa Monica, California.

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CONGRATULATIONS TO RAMI MALEK FOR HIS CRITICS CHOICE AWARD WIN: BEST ACTOR IN A DRAMA SERIES