#chaosfed

[thornicide]

— adelaide’s a lot like an   octopus   in that way: infusing the room with a mood of her choosing like ink ,   delicate tentacles spread far and wide,  wrapping itself around everything they can reach---it’s not the most flattering of comparisons, but perhaps the most fitting ;    she knows if he could drill a little hole at the side of her skull to peek beneath the hard shell,   he’d grin at the thought .    ❛     do you think you’ll go bald soon?    i heard it runs in the family,     ❜      ---- it’s as good a greeting as any;   she twists her mouth into some vague semblance of sympathy, and goes back to swinging those jagged heels against the desk.  there’s a pile of papers neatly sat atop her thighs, and like everything else in here, it doesn’t belong to her.

@chaosfed​​​

[newsworth-a]

@chaosfed​ said:  𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒

   “   i resent that question ,   “    it felt like something interns asked each other while killing time at the water fountain to escape the monotony of corporate politics ,   which chris regarded as being just as monotonous as corporate politics itself.   it did made him grin ,   though.   he found ellison funny ,   in a very particular way he wouldn’t describe out loud until he was certain it was intentional. 

   “   and i find it very bold of you to even ask with the company culture of uba having been what it was in the past.   despite what you might see on twitter ,   mr. ellison ,   i’m actually not in the habit of sleeping with my bosses.   former ,   or prospective.   “   he didn’t presume that ellison was truly as susceptible a victim of such things as the rumor mill as much as the earnest tone he assumed would lead one to believe.   being as confident as he was that ellison was joking ,   he thought they might be familiar enough with each other for ellison to recognize that.   “   and i’d have to say no on that principle alone.   “

[bladedlegacy-aa]

❛      jesus ,        ❜      there’s nothing quite like watching the whole circus implode into a burning inferno ,     even if you can feel the warmth of flames graze against your cheek .   the tweets flood the small screen held tightly between two thumbs ;  cohesive ,     essay-length paragraphs cut into bits with some satire and rage-fueled comments and even the occasional internet troll sprinkled in .  public court comes down with its mighty hammer , unleashing all with no censure .  and while this maladaptive coping mechanism society has developed to quell their own woes surely does as much harm as good -   it’s surely entertaining to witness when you’re not the one on fire ,

 ❛      people are swarming all over fred’s fresh corpse like an army of carnivorous ants .        ❜     there’s a    gleeful lilt     to her voice that dismisses empathy  ----   although she personally had no qualms with fred ,   his demise was inevitable with the birth of a new age ,   and a necessary stepping stone for growth ,     hers ,     cory’s ,  and maybe the industry’s .

❛      i don’t know how      you pulled it off ----      and also ,      never tell me .      but that was -   delicious television.         ❜     

@chaosfed​

[gdvasarchive]

he was the only person that didn’t seem to be too high up into fred’s pocket,  the only one that didn’t cover things up,  the only one that wasn’t devastated by mitch leaving.  hannah doubted that he knew who she was,  but she couldn’t take being here anymore,  being surrounded by people that loved someone so much that took advantage of her.   ❛  can i talk to you about something?  ❜   it’s rare when she doesn’t see him with his hands full on a task on set,  so she decides now is the best moment for this.   

❛  in private.  ❜   she knows she has to specify it,  she doesn’t need anyone else to know about it,  to give her the looks of pity ( or judgment )  that she knows if they hear what happened.

@chaosfed   

[realitv]

  AND WE ARE BACK FROM OUR COMMERCIAL BREAK! REMEMBER VIEWERS, THIS WEEK’S PROUD SPONSOR IS: ABSOLUTE FUCKING CHAOS! Why don’t you sit back, relax, and join us as I take you through a fucking autopsy of what remains of one of America’s most beloved networks. Their image is too wide, too tall; stretched and waaaaaaarped by the camera lens -- THIS FOOTAGE HAS BEEN FORMATTED TO FIT YOUR SCREEN; and your boardroom’s doorway. Somewhere, the audience laughs before their cue. Somewhere, that audience is escorted out soundlessly, quickly, carefully. Remember: this is a live recording, and we cannot predict human behaviour! That’s why I’m here, viewers! An absolutely exclusive look at the failings of a floundering network -- and just how a certain someone turned it on its ear without permission. OFF AIR! CUT THE FEED, CUT IT - CUT IT! Oh, what’s the saying? SOMETHING’S ROTTEN IN THE STATE OF UBA! It never ends. Ratings, ratings, ratings -- ALL EYES ON ME, PLEASE! Plummeting faster than James Cameron’s CGI Titanic. Yes, viewers. It seems that I’m always cleaning up everyone’s messes. And I am so, so fucking tired of it.   All cleaned up and fit to air: a pound of #NOFILTER / #NOMAKEUP slathered upon smooth skin and a smile. Always a smile. Tight and too wide; a slick, red, raw wound of a grin that created a gash across their face and somewhere, a recording light turns on; a lone screen flickering to life and their image buzzes, sk-sk-sk-skips. “Cory Ellison?” COME RIGHT UP TO THE STAGE! A slow pan of cameras; a practised trajectory across the sound stage and their fingers grip tight to their paperwork. “A pleasure to meet you at last. I’ve heard so much about you, and what else can I say -- just what were you thinking, pulling a ballsy little stunt like that? Oh, my, my, my -- that one was a real cliffhanger, and while it may be good for season finales, it just doesn’t work on live television, does it?”

@chaosfed​ h-hewwo? 

[halechief]

tell me "nothing lasts" , like i don't know .

don't smile at me : @chaosfed

"i'll try not to state the obvious, then." my love, nothing lasts forever - except us. with francis buried deep in the south carolina dirt, there is less to mourn in recollection of the words when they steal through unbidden. ( the card still lives in her bedside table, which is perhaps more a testament to its original intention than she'd meant for it to be, but thirty years do not make for as quiet a death as liver failure can. ) the thought does not register on her face. instead, the corners of her eyes take on a slight crinkle with the spread of a smile.

"if anyone could find a loophole or exception, i'm sure it would be you, cory."

[abovefold]

@chaosfed / here.

❝ mmnn. ❞ the sound is more than the simple clearing of a throat, but less than the burgeoning, keckish one that threatens to rear up its place. she swallows it down with no shortage of effort, determined not to lose her composure just this once . . . or her lunch, for that matter. alex hesitates to turn the fullness of her gaze upon him, or inspect with full scrutiny the earnestness that seems to bleed from his every pore, even as he feels around the trip wire of her sensitivity. ❝ m-yeah. maybe. ❞

this self - punishing thing. her brows draw toward each other, knit in the center as she wonders whether he really means self - pitying . . . determined, also, to find judgment even where none is overtly offered. convinced of some need to posture and protect -- her legacy, her livelihood, herself. it's a vicious little hiccup of bile looking to rise up and into the back of her mouth, but she does not let it. not yet, anyway. she glances over at him, then, a pinched attempt at a smile given, her fingers worrying at the neck of her blouse, as though the loose collar might choke her, unless she holds it at bay.

❝ is it non - mortal or immortal? ❞ it sounds slightly breathless, like in offering it she is capitulating some game between them where she remains at a distance that she cannot be harmed from, and he remains an enemy that can be kept from her consideration, or care. ❝ i . . . appreciate it, cory -- and, i hope you're right. i just don't know how many rounds i have in me, so. you know. we'll have to see. ❞

[bladedlegacy-aa]

❛       i got you   a plant ...          -----    it’s not real ,     you don’t have to worry about watering it or anything .    ❜       she places the   small ,    prickly succulent   atop his desk ,       and lightly pushing it forth with the pressure of her index finger at such a   slow   pace you’d think it carried some actual weight to it .      she’s   stalling ,       being the one to bring up anything   personal    will do that to her .      ❛       cory ...    ❜       so help her ,    if he echoes her name back to her ---     ❛    is everything okay ?      ❜    @chaosfed​​