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garfieldsladybird · 28 days ago

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Who am I? Because holy shit. I don’t remember writing this well I do but goodness gracious.

Netflix show called ‘how to sell drugs online (fast)’

It is based on a true story…. I wonder if like everything else also goes with the true story but I don’t think it does show yeah. I think only the main character is based on the guy in the true story.

either way, I just wanted to make some notes because why not? it’s a really good story and hella interesting!

this cuz it’s interesting to me. so this new show I’ve been watching, it’s called ‘how to sell drugs online (fast)’ but it’s actually like a real thing. in the show this 17 year old kid and best friend set up a whole Website to sell drugs, it was called mydrugs but in real life in the actual story that it’s based on the kid named the website Shiny Flakes in 2013. in the real story, max, he set it up all alone and had a very successful business, they said it was the biggest darknet related seizure ever! he was arrested for selling approx. 4.1 million euros worth of drugs from his childhood bedroom. that is 4.6 million US dollars.

How he was caught; he made a few in real life mistakes. He didn’t use the correct postage on one of his packages, so the package didn’t return to sender and just stayed at the mailing station ig until it was open and drugs were discovered. another mistake he made was using the same mailing stations. and it happened many times, so the police started analyzing data from several mailing centers and kept the stations under surveillance. until they soon figured out it was him. he was only 20 at the time but it was in Germany so he got charged as a minor and he got seven years. he heard there was a show with him and he just showed up to the production, he showed the crew somethings about what he did but they were all okay with him being there.

There is actually his own documentary out of himself that I need to watch. I’m super interested on his story. Like why did he do this? How, and why did he start this? Want made you do what you did? was he just curious? Has he done any drugs? where did he get the drugs? And where did he has money go? because the police still haven’t found it.

He said he hasn’t done any of his own product, which is like the main role of being a drug dealer is what they say so yeah. but he has a mental condition which people believed to be autism so he has been taking pills for that for 10 years+. they say he isn’t really emotional developed in his court thing when giving him his years. he has said he’s very proud of his work and what he’s done, he doesn’t feel any remorse or guilt for selling drugs, for being a source of were people got addicted to his stuff, he said that they would just go and get it from a different place- so at least they were doing it from a safe place maybe?

now what happens in the show is that this couple were dating but the girl went to the US for a year, did some partying did some drugs came back and thought she wanted some other stuff and he wasn’t anything that she wanted. he noticed what she was doing meaning drugs and it seems like she was trying to get with the drug dealer in school and so he decided to get drugs for her. These were all meth kinda drugs so yeah which is the stuff that she was doing. He gives her a few but then she’s like this chemist and tested them with something which made them turned into a different color and turns out it had really bad reactions to taking it, so it was just bad.

she tells him, he goes and gets more for her but she doesn’t want them so he makes the website and starts to sell them, and to also get money for her, and money in general i bet. He does this with his best friend and the best friend is like the techy so he makes the website and everything. but it just turns into a whole shit show between them and yeah. I’m not at the end yet but it just keeps going downhill.

in the show they make it seem like the actor that’s playing the guy is the real druglord guy. Like they have interviewing scenes where it seems like he’s talking about what happened which led me to think that they re-acted everything that happened but no.

Either way it’s still a good show and has great plot. I wonder where they got the whole show idea though because they made the documentary about max afterwards where the Director really put a lot of work into getting all the sides, the police, the lawyers, doctors, and then interviewed Max while also doing some re-acting scenes. That’s all from what I’ve been reading in interviews but yeah. I don’t know if the plot of the show is true but it’s such a good show! I wouldn’t say it’s like top 10 but out of the spontaneous random shows that I decide to watch it’s there in my top 20 lmao

#this is dope as fuck #garfield talks

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garfieldsladybird · 1 month ago

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James Potter x shy!fem!reader

Summary: While previously being close friends, after your fourth year you distance yourself from James and he doesn't understand why.

Genre: Fluff with hurt and comfort <3

Warnings: slut shaming, reader has a sexual rumor spread about her, protective!James, gross teenage boys, attempted sexual harassment (non-consentual touching), reader is justifyingly emotional

JAMES POTTER MASTERLIST

James likes you. He's always liked you. You are kind, albeit a bit shy, but James doesn't mind. He'd spent all of first year simply watching you. He didn't mean for it to be creepy and he did his best to go unnoticed as he watched you feed the animals near the Forbidden Forest. Or when he paid attention to where you liked to sit in the library and what books you read.

When second year came around, he joined Quidditch half in hopes to see you in the stand. You never came.

In third year, his confidence grew and he started actually talking to you. You were quiet but you didn't seem to mind whenever he'd walk you back to the dorms, or when he helped you study for your Potions exams. You'd smile at him so pretty James was positive he left every conversation with the deepest blush.

By fourth year, you changed and you didn't seem to like the compliments he'd give you anymore and James couldn't understand why. "If you think a girl is pretty, you should tell her, Jamsie." James took his mother's words very seriously, but the more he complimented you—the more distant you became.

By the end of fourth year, Sirius and Remus warned him he should just leave you alone, but James was stubborn. and hecouldn't understand why you didn't like the compliments.

He really meant them after all.

"I don't understand," he groans one evening, laying on his bed, his legs thrown against the wall, his hair falling over the edge of the bed, as he plays with the maroon curtains of his dorm room canopy bed. Sirius and Remus are standing over him, looking unamused.

"Just leave the poor girl alone," Remus says.

"It's been almost three years now, Prongs," Sirius leans down, his black hair falling over his cheeks as he looks into James's pitiful eyes. "You should just move on. I heard from Alice that Lily Evans has her eye on you now."

"Who?" James mutters, barely listening.

"Y'know, the pretty red-head from our year?"

James shakes his head and sits up, flopping onto his back as he presses his palms into his eyes. "I don't care about anyone but her," he says, "I don't understand what I'm doing wrong."

"Overwhelming her?" Remus deadpans.

"Being a stalker?" Sirius adds, resting a hand on his hip as he sends Remus a knowing look and the latter sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

James groans and sits up, his eyes lighting up. "There is the Quidditch finals today, do you think she'll come?" He asks, sounding hopeful. You've never once come to any games. Sirius and Remus shake their heads, knowing the answer is most likely a no and James's expression falls.

* * *

"She came," Peter points to the crowd. He's sitting next to Sirius and Remus as they watch you navigate the stands. Sirius, who had previously been sulking because he couldn't play because of his injury, grins and nods, looking out at the pitch to see if James has noticed you.

"James is gonna freak," Sirius laughs.

"She isn't here for him, Pads," Remus nudges Sirius's shoulder and Peter's expression sours.

"She's with Raven Griffins," the boy says, a disgusted look crossing over his features. "What is she doing with that arsehole?"

Sitting a few students away, you're very uncomfortable. You keep nervously fiddling with the hem of your skirt. You suddenly wish you hadn't come. The only reason you'd said yes to this date was because Griffins was one of the only boys who'd seemed genuinely interested in you. He spoke to you normally, with no ulterior motives and no mocking tone. He was smart and handsome and he seemed genuinely interested. Still, you want to disappear. The game hadn't even started and it was already much too loud. Plus, Griffins had seen some of his friends and now this date didn't feel like a date anymore anyways.

Once the game begins, students stand and cheer and you're jostled to your feet with everyone else. You bite your lip, holding your breath as you focus on the way your nails dig into your palm to ground yourself. You've never liked crowds.

"Raven?" you whisper, turning to the boy. He shifts his gaze towards you, only grinning as he wraps his arm around you and squeezes your hips. You frown, a shiver running up your spine as his touch feels wrong.

You shimmy from his grasp and Raven frowns. You can barely hear him over the cheering but as he grabs your arm, fingers digging into your flesh. It seems like he laughs, eyes gleaming with malice as he turns to his friend and says: "Bloody hell, I knew she was easy, but I didn't think she would be this easy. Clearly wants me bad, mate," he laughs. It feels like a bucket of cold water has just been splashed all over you and you tear your arm from him.

You spin around, pushing students to find the quickest exit. Your eyes burn.

How could you have been so foolish to think this would have gone any differently?

Tears blur your vision and you run down the stairs to the path around the school. The gravel crackles under your shiny leather shoes. You can't be here anymore. You should have never come. You're in such a rush you don't hear someone call your name until a strong hand grips your wrist and you spin around, almost crashing into the person's chest. You're standing just outside the Quidditch pitch now, the cheers less violent as you focus on the person in front of you.

"James?"

James is holding his broom in one hand and the other falls from your wrist. He's panting, sweat gathering at his hairline and making his already curly hair even curlier. You can see dirt staining his cheek from what you assume was a harsh landing from his brook and behind the nasty bruise on his cheekbone, his cheeks are tinted crimson and he coughs, leaning forward.

Did he run here?

"What happened?" James mutters, clearing his throat as he looks up at you again. "I saw you and Griffins in the crowd and it seemed like he upset you. What did he do?" James spits Griffins name with venom and his usually kind eyes turn dark.

You're shocked, your breaths coming out raspy. Did he follow you here? You back away from him, catching your breath along with him.

"You're missing your game," you whisper. If there is anything you remember from your friendship with James Potter, it's his love of Quidditch. You look at him, realizing it's been almost three years since you'd spoken to him properly.

After what happened, you'd distanced yourself from him. He was just too much at the time—his kind words only made the situation worse. Your heart clenches and you lower your gaze. "Don't miss Quidditch because of me," you add, tears forming on your eyelashes.

James sees them and he panics. "Did Griffins make you cry?!" He's angry and he drops his broom and rushes up to you.

You flinch when he cups your cheeks in his hands and you push him away.

"I'm sorry," James says. His eyes look sad and it breaks you. You cover your mouth, realizing you can't stop the tears anymore. You can't even speak. All you can do is cry into your hand, muffling the sobs as Griffins words repeat in your head;

I knew she was easy, but I didn't think she was this easy.

You choke on a sob and tense when you feel someone's arms hesitantly wrap around you. James hugs you, his chin resting on your head and you break some more. You don't pull away and instead, you wrap your arms around his waist, crying into his uniform. His hand smoothes over your hair and he feels like crying as well. You're hurt. You're hurt so badly you've broken down in front of him and he doesn't understand why.

"I'm sorry I disappeared," you mutter, all your emotions crashing over you. "You were my f-friend and I- I ignored you."

James frowns, holding you tighter. "Is that what this is about?" he asks softly. "I'm not upset with you. I missed you, yeah. But I'm definitely not mad," he pauses and lifts his head, stroking strands of hair from your face. He looks serious. "Can you tell me what happened? Why are you so sad?"

You look confused and you tilt your head in question. "You don't know?"

James frowns. "Am I supposed to?"

You don't believe him. James and his friends are some of the most popular boys in your year. In the school even. There is absolutely no way they didn't hear the rumor. Everyone had. That's why you'd avoided James until now. You couldn't face him after what everyone was saying. It was too cruel.

You let out a weary breath. "The rumor—about me? H-how I lost my virginity in fourth year, with some boys from sixth year–? You– you haven't heard it?"

James's blood runs cold. That was you? Of course, he'd heard the rumor but he wasn't one for that type of gossip. He didn't care who the girl was because honestly? He didn't believe the rumor. He didn't even entertain the thought—it had seemed so ludicrous to him. His heart breaks now that he knows it had been you that the rumor surrounded.

"You stopped being my friend because of a rumor?"

"You don't believe it?"

James laughs. "Believe it? I never did, and now I believe it even less because it's you." James holds your chin, his thumb gently stroking your skin. "Why didn't you come to me? I could have helped you. You didn't have to go through this all alone," he whispers sadly.

You look at him, feeling overwhelmed all over again. "I- I thought you knew—"

He shakes his head, his expression stern. "Why would you think that?"

You chew on your lower lip, avoiding his gaze now. The words suddenly feel too embarrassing for you to admit out loud. But you can't avoid them now. You're stuck. "Well, you started to compliment me more. You would call me pretty and all that and I- with the rumor going around I assumed y-you just wanted me to sleep with you. It feels so stupid to say now, but you weren't the first boy to see me like that and I didn't know what to think. I just had to distance myself from you and all your sweet words. I'm sorry."

James's heart sinks and he feels sick. "You assumed I was being ingenuine?" He sees the panic behind your eyes and he feels bad. He doesn't mean to interrogate you. He isn't upset that you assumed he was just like all the others, he's more upset that you'd kept this feeling for three years.

He holds you closer, still stroking your cheek as he keeps his breathing steady. You're so beautiful and he wants nothing more than to tell you. But he knows it isn't the time. "I'm sorry you've had shitty experiences with arseholes in the past, and judging by how upset you seemed, Griffins seems to have been one of them," he says, any angry look passing across his features again.

He lets out a breath and continues, "I promise you, I didn't know and I didn't compliment you with any ulterior motives. I just, well, I thought you looked pretty and you deserved to know it."

Your heart melts as you look at him and the walls you'd built start to crumble. You look at James and he looks like the same boy you knew three years ago.

He looks at you the same way as if nothing had changed and you hadn't abandoned him over something so stupid. You strain a small smile, looking a little bashful. "You've always been too kind, James Potter."

James shakes his head. "You deserve it and more," he whispers. He sounds sincere and still shame bubbles in your stomach.

"Your game—"

"Can wait," James walks closer, his hand inching towards you as he delicately brushes his pinky with yours. "You're more important."

You feel like you're floating.

"There's no need to feel alone anymore," he adds, smiling. "I'm here with you."

You could faint.

"Now, what suitable punishment do you think Griffins deserves?" A familiar smirk graces James's features and he pauses for a moment before he muses darkly, "I know a potion that can cause hair loss—permanently. Or blistering acne?" he sends you a wink.

You laugh, tracing his palm with your finger. You don't say a word and instead, you walk into his arm and hug him again. James is surprised for a moment until he relaxes into your touch. He inhales, smelling your shampoo and he smiles. He's really missed this.

For the first time, James doesn't care that he's missing the most important of the season. He doesn't care how angry his teammates will be or how disappointed McGonagall will be with him. He'll deal with the consequences later. All that matters now is you in his arms.

He's determined not to let you slip from his grasp again.

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