#dreadingeverything

[vaultoclock]

@dreadingeverything​  said   :   am i too late, or have you already started to rhysent these class a jokes??

❝     i  hate  all  of  you  right  now.     ❞

[rhysinpieces]

a guilty conscience needs no accuser // @dreadingeverything

On paper it all looks so clean. 

It is clean--technically, everything they’ve done is legal, and that’s not just by company standards. (Everyone knows those are bullshit.) For the longest time, he’s really proud of what he and Vaughn have done. 

Then the details start to trickle back to him. In that indirect, very Hyperion way, with the tales of noxious fumes, homeless families and abused workers condensed into flippant jokes. When Vasquez sarcastically remarks on how proud he must be of his new murder-factory, he laughs it off and jokes that “nothing of value was lost”. Then their boss agrees and high-fives him.

(It’s a pretty awkward high five.)

As he stares at his bank balance--and his several-thousand dollar bonus--the following week, he realises they’re not kidding. Nobody is. In fact, it’s a “bold stride in his professional development”. “Proof of [his] commitment to Hyperion’s core values”. Yes; Hyperion’s really, really happy that Rhys masterminded a deal that hurt a lot of people. 

Standing on Vaughn’s doorstep, he wonders if he should be happy, too. Excited to share it with him. Instead, he’s nervously glancing behind him as he knocks again, as if half-expecting someone to be creeping up on him.

There’s nothing there but air and guilt.

[griftersister]

❝ I would have come for you. And if I couldn’t walk, I’d crawl to you. ❞

                     he’d say that to   anyone  …    well  ,  maybe not just    a n y o n e  ,  but those he cared about  ,  right  ??    because that was just the kind of guy he was     —-    caring   and   KIND  ,  selfless in a way she’d only recently begun to comprehend     —-     it still blows her mind that someone like   him   could have come out of the most soul-sucking corporation in the universe  …     point is  ,  she’s not   SPECIAL  ,  desperately tries to remind herself of that fact so that her heart can stop thudding senselessly in it’s cage and she can squash those pesky   feelings   back into the dirt where they belong. 

                     this is all   unfamiliar territory  ,  she’s been wearing masks for as long as she can remember  ,  gaining people’s favor by playing whatever role she had to  ,  becoming whomever they wanted her to be  …   but there’s no fake name between them  ,  no pretending.   he’s seen the real her from day one and he’s still standing there saying things like   that.    against her better judgement  ,  she’d learned to   CARE.   she found people to care about   so much   that she was actually willing to   DIE   for them  …   none of it makes sense  ,  hard to trust the intuition she prides herself on when she has no prior experience to pull from. 

                     so she does the only thing that makes sense in the moment  ,  rushing forward and wrapping her good arm securely around his neck. 

                  ‘    right back at you.    ’          it’s easier  ,  she thinks  ,  to speak truths with her chin pressed against his shoulder.          

crooked kingdoms    /   @dreadingeverything

[jackfromthegrave]

plesse.... help me pay off my student loan debt.......... they found me in my sandbox and they won’t stop sending me echocasts

…………………… hell to the nah !

[rhysinpieces]

♡: Accidentally falling asleep together PRETEND IM ON VAUGHN

mfw i can’t even be bothered looking for the original meme post but i desperately wanted to write this. // @dreadingeverything

"And you know what the dumbest part is?” 

“What?” asks Vaughn. 

The two of them are curled up on the couch of Rhys’ apartment where the TV is blaring, half-ignored, in front of them. Rhys throws up his hands.

“It’s not the same canon! The original writer even said she doesn’t agree with the changes they made. That’s why they shouldn’t have let--”

“Waaaiiit, wait, wait...” Vaughn holds up his hand--’stop’--with a yawn, then gestures to the TV. “Do you mean the show we’re watching now or... uh...?”

“Oh! N-no, I was talking about the movie spin-off. People are saying it creates a plothole with season two, but it’s really a separate canon. Totally different.”

“Totally different,” Vaughn mumbles, his head starting to droop toward Rhys’ shoulder. “Who even says stuff like that?”

“I don’t know if the movie’s worse, just...” The blue light of the screen casts a soporific haze over the dim room, and the dialogue is beginning to sound muffled. “Just saying people shouldn’t compare them.”

“Obviously.”

A shout from the screen makes both of their heads snap up a little. Rhys continues: “But I mean, do you like it?”

“Uh-huh.” Vaughn nods sleepily as his head starts to flop on Rhys’ shoulder again. Rhys’ own head is finally so heavy that it tilts to meet it.

“I mean... if it’s not your thing, I guess... we don’t have to watch it all.”

“...So true.”

The screen rambles on, but the couch goes quiet.

[rhysinpieces]

The calls are growing further and further apart, which once would have been unimaginable. Once, Rhys couldn’t have had a turbulent conversation without, in the back of his mind, thinking ‘wait until Vaughn hears about this’--but now, he often goes days or weeks without even thinking about him, only to be hit with a freight train of guilt when he least expects it.

Plus, Promethea time and Pandora time are pretty out of sync--and even though both of them are used to burning the midnight oil, sometimes their planned calls just... don’t happen.

...And then sometimes they do this. Black flashes erratically between grainy images, but they’re slowly becoming clearer. Rhys is sure it isn’t his connection; he didn’t rebuild Atlas from ashes just to have shitty ECHOnet in his CEO office... suite...? Whatever. Point was, his connection should be fine.

“Uh... Vaughn...?” He assumes that the peach-coloured clump of pixels gradually coming into focus is Vaughn, after all. An offensive crackle blasts through the speaker--gritting his teeth and wincing, Rhys adjusts his volume to a less deafening level. “Are--are you there? Bro, where the hell are you calling from? I can’t hear you!”

friendship connectivity issues with @dreadingeverything​

[earliese-blog]

I would go to sleep early, but I don't want to wake up and have to do all of the things that tomorrow requires of me.

[rhysinpieces]

dreadingeverything replied to your post: ooc; -obligatory bandwagon post about borderlands...

be my friend thanks

ooc;

Just picture me doing finger guns @ u because I don’t have reaction images any more.