#( also facebook bought tumblr apparently

[innosaints-a]

this is mostly bc i keep disappearing off the face of the earth but if y'all wanna talk/rp on disco i can be found there more often than here - serkonos#0610

[jaeyunverse]

love at first flight

pairing: park sunghoon x fem!reader

genres: fluff, crack, romance, strangers to lovers, meet-cute au, airport au

wc: 3586

warnings: profanity, one (1) mention of attachment issues. also i’ve never been on an international airport so a few details may be off!

summary: your flight was delayed by three hours, so you were doing what every human does when they’re bored—swiping through tinder and minding your own business. and then, a certain someone goes, “ouch. hard no for that one?” and you turn around to see the guy you had just swiped no on standing right behind you. this certain someone being park sunghoon, of course.

note: hellooo!! this was my first fic on my previous blog and i thought it would be cool to post it as my first (or second bc i posted a timestamp two days ago but it was like 500 words so not counted) over here too LMAO i hope you all like it! feedback is always appreciated <3

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You let out a deep sigh of frustration upon seeing the flight information display system of LAX delay the arrival of your plane for the second time in three hours.

You were supposed to be halfway to Korea by now, not sitting on an uncomfortable seat in an overcrowded, non-priority pass airport lounge.

You fetched your phone from the back pocket of your boyfriend jeans and FaceTimed your sister. As you waited for her to pick up the call, you rubbed the tiredness from your eyes.

Your neck was starting to cramp and your back was starting to hurt. You knew the body ache was going to be inevitable. Your piss poor posture combined with the fact that you had been sitting on a metal chair for six hours was like an open invitation to all sorts of pain.

But what could you do? The lounge was packed with people hunting for a place to sit. You knew that the moment you got up to stretch, a minimum of ten people would have pounced on you, pushed you out of the way, or tackled you to the ground in an attempt to occupy the vacant seat.

Your sister’s face replaced yours on the phone screen. She took one look at your exhausted face, and her eager expression changed into a defeated one. “Another delay?”

You hummed. “Mechanical issues, apparently. The display system says boarding isn’t for another three hours.”

She groaned. “It’s like the entire universe is preventing you from coming here. Two flight cancellations and a delay? God, you must be going crazy.”

“I am,” you said, yawning. “I can’t feel my ass, and I can’t even get up to move around, because if I do, I’ll have to stand for the next three hours. Two more flights were delayed and we’re all cramped in the same lounge.”

“Too bad you didn’t take the trolley bag I bought for you,” she popped. “You could be sitting on it and moving around as you pleased.”

You rolled your eyes. “I was backpacking through California, Jisoo, not trolleybagging. And now I’m bored so I need you to talk to me.”

“I’m busy,” came the reply. “I have to leave for work in ten minutes. Just talk to the person sitting beside you or scroll through your social media. Eat something. Update your travel blog, maybe?”

You made a face, glancing at the snoring figure beside you. “I don’t wanna talk to the middle-aged man sitting beside me. And whatever money I had is over. Plus, I’ve already updated my blog and I’ve been scrolling through Instagram, Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, and Pinterest for the past few hours. I literally have nothing to do.”

“You didn’t scroll through Tinder.”

You blinked. “Sorry, what?”

“Scroll through Tinder, Y/N. It’s fun. Who knows, maybe you’ll find a date for when you return. Something to look forward to now that you’ll be going back to your usual routine.”

You couldn’t believe you were actually considering the idea. You didn’t know about a date, but the idea of scrolling through a dating website was actually starting to seem exciting.

But on the other hand, you also couldn’t believe you were bored enough to stare at men for entertainment. Maybe you should have renewed your Netflix subscription when you had the chance.

“That’s not a terrible idea,” you slowly said to her. “Okay, yeah. I’m gonna do that now. Bye, love you!”

“Love you!” She gave you a dramatic flying kiss and waved in farewell. “I’ll see you soon.”

You immediately went to Tinder after the call ended. It had been a few months since you had opened the app, so your profile was looking really outdated. Pictures from a few years ago were uploaded on it, but you couldn’t care enough to search for newer, better ones.

It wasn’t like you were going to swipe right for anyone. You were just going to see what options you might have if you did want to date.

The first guy you saw looked pretty decent, but he was way older than you. You didn’t want someone to treat you like a child. The second guy you saw hated traveling, so that was a definite no. The third guy you saw had all his achievements mentioned in his bio, and somehow, it turned you off. You didn’t give a fuck about what the guy had accomplished; this wasn’t goddamn LinkedIn. 

The fourth guy looked too pretty to be real. He had a lean, athletic body. His face was prince-like and had an ethereal glow to it. High cheekbones, clear skin, a perfect nose, and a sharp jawline—the guy in front of you was totally out of your league.

You swiped left.

Someone behind you made a pained noise. “Ouch. Hard no for that one?”

You yelped and practically fell out of your chair from shock. Phone clutched to your chest, eyes wide like huge saucers, and heart beating wildly in your ribcage, you turned to see who had been spying on you.

If your eyes were wide before, they were definitely bulging out of your eye sockets now. Your breath hitched and you swallowed the lump in your throat. Your gaze went from the guy standing in front of you to the guy on your screen.

You closed your eyes shut. The guy in front of you was the guy on your screen. 

And you had just swiped left on his profile right in front of him.

You were burning. 

No, burning was too mild of a word to explain what you were feeling. Combusting seemed about right.

You were combusting. Heat rushed up your body and you wondered if you would explode. You could feel his gaze on you, but you were too embarrassed to look him in the eyes.

You bit your bottom lip, contemplating whether giving up your seat and running away from the boy to save yourself from the humiliation was worth it.

“I’m sorry,” you blurted without thinking. “I was just—”

“Hey, it’s fine,” he reassured, chuckling. “I was just messing with you. It’s not every day that a coincidence like this one occurs.”

You finally raised your head to look at him. He was smiling cheekily, not looking one bit offended or awkward.

You suddenly felt silly for being so embarrassed. The guy you had swiped left on didn't care that you had, and here you were, a blushing mess for being caught while rejecting him.

You laughed nervously. “Ah.”

“I don’t know if you saw my name over there, but I’m Park Sunghoon.”

You blinked, staring at the hand he held out in front of you. Slowly, you got up from your seat (not forgetting to keep your backpack to show that it was occupied lest anyone thought it wasn’t, of course) and gripped his hand.

You could have sworn it fit into yours perfectly.

“Nice to meet you.” He smiled, eyes turning into small slits. God, he was so much prettier in real life. The photos he had uploaded did not do enough justice to his beauty.

“Nice to meet you too. I’m Y/N.” You cracked a small smile as well and let your hand fall limp in front of you after the handshake. Why did your palm suddenly feel so cold and empty? “Again, I’m so sorry—”

“No! Don’t apologize,” he exclaimed, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “In fact, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snooped around and looked at your phone over your shoulder. That was a very wrong thing to do. But, honestly, I was so bored. And my phone died so there wasn’t much I could do."

Maybe you had skewed morals, maybe you could understand his boredom, or maybe you could sense he was being genuine, but you shook your head and said, “Don’t blame you. The wait is killing me.”

He laughed, but then caught himself. “Oh, God. I’m so sorry. This must be so awkward for you. I—”

“—it’s not!” you cried. The man sleeping beside you stirred and you grimaced. Looking back at Sunghoon, you repeated, “It’s not. I didn’t swipe left on you because you’re not my type.” You knew you should be shutting up and saving yourself from further embarrassment, but for some reason, Sunghoon thinking you didn’t like him didn’t sit right with you.

Plus, you were finally talking to someone, and you didn’t want the conversation to end; that would mean going back to your phone and scrolling endlessly. “I guess I just—” you shrugged, suddenly very shy— “I guess I thought you’d be way too out of my league.”

“And am I?”

“Sorry?”

“Am I out of your league?” He tilted his head to the side as his gaze turned dark and intense. Smoldering, even, and you had to fight a shiver crawling down your spine.

“Uh,” you began, not really knowing how to answer that question. “I don’t know. Do you want to be out of my league?”

“Do you want to go on a date with me?”

You blinked. Your mind went blank. You stopped breathing and suddenly, you were a nervous mess. “You want to—wait. Does that mean you’re in my league?”

It was a stupid question, granted, but you had to make sure. You didn’t know what exactly you were making sure of, but being asked out by the most handsome man you had ever seen felt like something out of a dream.

Sunghoon snorted, the intensity under which you were previously withering now replaced by slight amusement. “Yes, I’m in your league. And we have a few hours till boarding so I would like to get to know you. So—” he raised an eyebrow— “what do you say? Would you like to go on a date with me?”

“Uh, sure,” you replied, completely flustered by his bluntness. Might as well spend the next three hours with a handsome, (almost) well-mannered man rather than staring at space with nothing but disgusting snores and sticky, sweaty bodies to keep you company. “We’re in the airport, though. We’ll have to go through immigration and customs and do the security check again if we leave.”

“Who said anything about leaving the airport? There are restaurants here.”

“I’m gonna lose my seat.”

“You were going to lose your seat anyway. Plus,” he added, “I will be very offended if you reject free food. You can swipe left on me, but you can’t swipe left on free food. That is simply unacceptable.”

You let out a hearty laugh. “Fair enough. But beware,” you warned, “I haven’t eaten in more than eight hours, so you’re likely going to lose all of your money.”

He brought a hand to his chin and pretended to be in deep thought. “Hmm. I think I can work with that.” He held his hand out for you. “Let’s go?”

You giggled, slinging your backpack over your shoulder and slipping your hand into his. “Let’s go.”

Park Sunghoon was what people would call boyfriend material. 

He took you out to eat a cheeseburger from McDonald’s and buffalo chicken wings from KFC. It doesn’t really sound like first-date-food when you think about it, but Sunghoon claimed that since you were both leaving America in a few hours, you should try to experience it one last time.

As you devoured the chicken wing in your hand, you felt his gaze on you from across the standing table. You glanced up to see that he was looking at you with an amused expression.

“What? I told you I was hungry,” you mumbled, blushing when a small piece of the wing fell out of your mouth unceremoniously. “Sorry. I just can’t seem to eat fast enough.”

He chuckled and shook his head. “It’s not that. I don’t really care about table manners. I was staring at you because you’re doing it the wrong way. That’s why you can’t eat fast enough.”

You paused. “Oh?”

“Yeah.” He nodded. “Here, let me show you.”

You dropped your half-eaten wing back in your bucket. Sunghoon said, “Because these wings are flats, this technique will only work on them, and not on drums. See this?” He leaned forward on the table. “This is the pointed end and this is the flat end. Remove the piece of cartilage from the latter, and you’ll see the bones peeking out.”

Sunghoon looked at you for a moment to see if you were following. You nodded. “Just twist the meat along with the bones and pull them out.” He showed what he explained, pulling out two clean bones. “All that's left is the meat, so you can just put the wing into your mouth as a whole. You won’t need to suck on the bones, and no meat will be wasted.”

He popped the entire chicken wing into his mouth and chewed. “See? Easy peasy.”

He looked adorable with his puffed-up cheeks. You resisted the urge to squeeze them. “You try,” he encouraged. 

You did as you were told, marveling at how easy and quick it was to eat now. “Wow. I’ve been eating chicken wrong my entire life.”

“Good thing you met me,” he chirped, swallowing the last of his chicken wing and wiping his mouth and hands on a tissue paper. “Ice cream?”

You grinned. “Chocolate.”

He was back with your chocolate ice cream along with a coffee ice cream for himself by the time you threw the empty bucket into the trash can. “Here.”

You smiled, taking the cone from him. “Thank you.”

You checked your watch to see you had another forty minutes till boarding. You hadn’t even realized how quickly time had passed. “We don't have much time left. Maybe we should return.”

“Oh, wait!” he exclaimed, slipping his hand into yours and pulling you along. “There’s one last thing.”

“But our ice creams—”

“We can eat them once we reach there.”

You hesitated. He turned to look at you and smiled softly, his eyes full of reassurance. “Trust me, you’re going to like it.”

You nodded and let him intertwine his fingers with yours. The two of you wove your way through the throng of people, you pressing closer to him when the crowd got thicker.

A few minutes later, you were in an open space with full-length windows that provided you with a view of one of the most magnificent structures you had ever seen.

Your breath hitched in your throat, your eyes widened and your mouth fell open.

The building looked so futuristic you had a hard time believing it actually existed. It was a UFO-like structure with two arches overlapping each other at the center on top.

“This,” he said, “is the LAX theme building. I would’ve taken you to the observation deck on top if we had more time. You can see all of Los Angeles from there.”

Eyes still trained on what was in front of you, you began, “It’s so—” you paused, struggling to find the right word to describe what you were seeing.

“I know.” He grinned and turned his neck to look at you, heart beating wildly in his chest upon seeing the child-like wonder in your eyes. “Do you want a picture with it?”

You averted your gaze to him and eagerly nodded your head, a wide smile adorning your face. “Here, take my phone.”

He shook his head. “I have a DSLR.” He moved to shrug his backpack off his shoulders but stopped when he realized he still had an ice cream in his hands.

Smiling sheepishly, he said, “Oops. We should probably eat our ice creams now. I was just really excited to show the theme building to you.”

“Thank you,” you answered him, slightly tearing up. You wished you had more time to spend with him. Three hours wasn’t enough. It would’ve never been enough.

“Hey.” He furrowed his eyebrows. “Is something wrong?”

“Huh?” you squeaked and avoided eye contact, embarrassed for what seemed like the hundredth time that day. “No, nothing is wrong.”

“Oh, my god, are you crying?” he gasped, eyes wide. “Did I do something wrong? I’m so sorry, I haven’t really taken anyone out on a date before. Was it the food? Did you want something more exotic? Was—”

“Sunghoon,” you choked a laugh, sniffling. “It’s not the food. You were perfect; I had such a great time today. I just wished we had more.”

“Y/N.” He grabbed your arm and pulled you closer to him. “Look at me.”

You obeyed, albeit after hesitating a bit. God, this was so humiliating. You were crying over someone you had met a few hours ago. Damn your attachment issues.

You looked up at him, and he cupped your cheek with his free hand as he gently wiped your tears with his thumb. Caressing your cheek and face but a few inches away from yours, he murmured, “Don’t cry. This is not the end.”

“I’m going to Korea, Sunghoon. And you’re going to God-knows-where—”

“Y/N.” He laughed. “I’m going to Korea, too, silly.”

You froze. “What?”

He laughed once more. “Tinder always shows you people from the location you’ve selected. I live in Seoul, Korea, and that’s why I came up as an option for you.”

“Oh,” you replied somewhat numbly. “Oh, my god, I’m so stupid. Shit!” You panicked, moving away from him and covering your face with your hand. “This is so embarrassing. I’m going to dig a hole and bury myself—”

His guffaws interrupted your ramble. “You look like you’re going to combust. Maybe you should eat the ice cream melting in your hand.”

You glared at him and shoved his shoulder playfully. “Stop enjoying my humiliation!’ you whined but licked the chocolaty delight nonetheless.

Once the two of you were done eating your ice creams, he said, “Picture time?”

You dropped your backpack beside his trolley bag and skipped to the window. You leaned against it, hands behind you at your lower back and one leg crossed over the other.

You smiled as Sunghoon fetched his DSLR out of his backpack and slung it around his neck.

“Ready?”

You smiled wider.

Click! Click!

“Come stand beside me!” you called out to him. “Ask someone else to click our picture.”

He nodded, looking around for someone who would do the honours. “Excuse me! Can you please click our picture?”

A kind-looking, middle-aged woman passing him stopped in her tracks. She glanced at him, then at you, and then back to him, and smiled. “Sure.”

Sunghoon came and stood beside you, snaking his arm around your shoulder and pressing your body against his. You circled your arms around his waist and rested your head against his chest.

You smiled as you felt and heard his heartbeat thunder inside his ribcage.

“Say cheese!”

“Cheese!”

Click!

“Another one,” the lady said to the two of you.

You glanced up at Sunghoon and said, “Make a finger heart.”

He grinned at you, and you were about to turn to look at the camera again when he caught your chin. You gazed at him in confusion.

“You’ve got ice cream on the corner of your lip,” he mumbled. “Let me get it for you.”

And before you could talk, or even react, his lips were pressed against yours. He turned to face you fully and snaked an arm around your waist while the other one went to cup your cheek.

You were stunned for a moment, but the moment you regained your senses, you hooked your arms around his neck and pulled him closer.

Sunghoon smiled against your lips. Caressing your cheekbone with his thumb, he pulled back slightly and rested his forehead against yours, his glossy lips and a thin string of saliva connecting your lips the only evidence that the kiss had been real. “I think I got it,” he whispered.

“I don't think you did,” you replied and tipped your head backward, reattaching your lips to his once again in an open-mouthed, deep, and soft-lipped kiss.

Click!

The two of you shoved each other away.

“Caught you in 4k.” The woman winked at both of you. “You’re gonna want to frame this picture.”

Sunghoon cleared his throat. “Thank you.”

He started to bow, then realized he wasn’t in Korea so settled for a smile instead. Once the woman walked away, he turned to you with a sheepish smile. “Finish what we started in Korea?”

You smiled from ear to ear. “Bet.”

As the two of you walked back to the departure lounge, you exchanged numbers. Or more like he gave you his in exchange for a pinkie promise that you'd call him a day after you reached Korea.

“I can write mine on your hand,” you offered as the two of you followed the line that led to the airplane.

“It'll wash away, and I don’t have any paper. Should’ve kept the extra tissue paper in my pocket,” he muttered to himself.

“Don’t worry,” you reassured him. “I won’t forget to text you.”

“Call—”

“Call you,” you corrected yourself with a laugh and gave your boarding pass to the air hostess standing near the gate. “Here, let me give yours too.”

And as you passed along his boarding pass to the waiting air hostess, you saw his seat number.

C22. Right beside yours, which was B22. You smiled to yourself.

Far from the end, indeed. Looks like our story is just getting started.

[csmeaner]

the truth about Ravaen [ferin/nauticlops owner]

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okay i knew i saw those screenshots before and it's because i had this in my drafts and forgot about it until now so here it all is

okay it's a lot so brace yourself- i want to be clear that this was gathered by me and a couple friends, so not every issue was directed at me but also at my close friends.

https://sta.sh/21s4pab1sg9o https://sta.sh/016uq6oihv0 on July 30th 2019, one of my friends [my then partner] made a status on deviantART about diversity in ocs,

to which Ravaen left the following comment.

My friend then blocked Ravaen shortly after, to which Ravaen sent me the following dms about it.

September 7th 2019 after i received some anon hate that i've since deleted and Ravaen took it upon herself to look up me and my friend's facebook pages- the same friend who blocked her a month before.

https://sta.sh/21itlsj1fujv on July 22nd 2022, i messaged Ravaen on behalf of one of my friends who cut her off for mental health reasons, about a species Ravaen had bought that my friend had owned a single design in. after messaging Ravaen about this, she apparently told Szarlotka who took it upon herself to find out who it was and not only seek out the design, but fav and unfav it, basically making her presence known.

included in this file is the message my friend sent Szarlotka before blocking her.

Ravaen then proceeded to message me freaking out when i was unaware of the message that was sent until after this happened.

https://sta.sh/012uebt9rvem this is her ripping off the pallet to one of my designs, specifically the mascot for my species, with the colour picks next to them.

https://sta.sh/01hbobnpuj18 one of my friends owed Ravaen a refund and they were trying to work out a deal, when Ravaen got a little upset about them wanting their pride bases to only be used for pride flags.

https://sta.sh/01kenw2zlsr3

and now with my newest update, she's basically encouraging people in her community to go against my tos.

https://sta.sh/2341zh11pw1 there have been anon messages sent to closed species drama tumblr accounts about someone who scammed me back in May. Ravaen was aware of this and tried to say i wasn't scammed- that's a whole different thing- but now any time an anon about said person comes up, Ravaen accuses it of being me.

https://sta.sh/2w41t15viqc she also deleted every single message she sent me before August 19th, and every single message she sent my friend. it makes me feel like shes trying to cover her tracks honestly.

this isn't even everything, but it is almost everything we have proof of other than word of mouth. send me anon hate, i do not care. <3 

This is an addition to my post about Ravaen, she's now encouraging her CS community to break my tos and telling them how to do it!! Along with making me look like I did something wrong when she's the one who's been playing childish games all weekend.

unsure of the other stuff, people can form their own opinions from the screenshots, but fucking changing your tos and screwing over a bunch of people is NOT the way to go about this and is honestly a hugeeee dick move on your part. those aren't your characters and you don't have a fucking right to enforce an addition to your tos on people who aren't even aware of things happening just because one person wronged you.

[beeseverywhen]

So I've been thinking about what tumblr is in this metaphor and I've decided: tumblr is like a pirate radio ship/commune on a boat. Some ppl saw what twitter was doing and they were like yeah we could do that and they grouped together and bought one of those really big ships. Like an ex cruise ship. And everyone was like 'this will never work they are doing what twitter is doing but in a batshit and frankly stupid way. They are more interested in painting the boat to make it look all funky rather than learning about how boats work and what they need to do to keep it afloat and how they are gonna get food and stuff. Everyone is like 'this is gonna end up badly and they'll all come to land with their tail between their legs, apart from those that are chronically sea dogs, who'll end up going to twitterland where things are actually being run properly, or else they'll consider Facebook' (which is actually a harbourside company town, but the houses are all on stilts.)

While twitter was ensuring they got important society running tm people and Facebook was ensuring the company store was filled to the brim with products from their sponsors and was like selling timeshares so that ppl could live part time in their little pods on stilts tumblr was like yeah sure everyone come on board. So you had like a section of the ship full of clowns and another full of tired adults who've quit their professional jobs and run away to find themselves and there's also a thriving lbgt section of the ship that's just like regular lbgt people who don't feel they fit in to the communities they lived in before. And there's a reasonable number of teenagers barely old enough to leave home, who've all run away from the confinement of the societal expectations or whatever

Every now and again there's rumours from the land press that some celebrity is in hiding on The tumblr (this is some kind of pun between like a drinking glass and a boat. I don't know) but all the tumblr residents are kinda shifty about it and no interviewer knows if it's all some big joke or if rockstar of the week really is hiding out on there, apparently along with a few actors, some authors and a few artists. They aren't lying they just don't seem to care. Celebrity? What celebrity? That's just Neil. He's on dish duty this week.

So for a good few years twitterland is thriving Facebook town is thriving. Tumblr is doing better than expected? They haven't sunk the boat yet. Lots of people from various walks of life like to come there to get away from things on a little retreat in to Weird tm culture. People on there are a bit elitist like 'yeah we aren't sheep, living on land under capitalism, we are here, living life as humans are supposed to. Creating art, having weird sex parties. It's all good'. The only thing these groups of ppl have in common is that they don't really vibe with regular culture on land. Its a counter culture thing. But they all live alongside each other pretty well. Mostly keeping to their own parts of the ship but getting on well when they bump in to each other. The guy that owns the largest share of the boat is like 'look. I'm going to sell a stake in the boat to my buddy so we can do some improvements' nobody agrees but it happens and nothing really changes. The old owner is still the captain. People are kinda annoyed cause they are like. 'This was a communal thing' but the guy is like, yeah but I decided to get things going, to find a boat, refit it, invite people to stay. I've been steering the boat all this time. This is for the good of everyone, the boat will be better for it

And then, a group of some of the younger residents, decide to put on an event, but they have no event planning skills and also, commit a deadly sin on board the boat: they bring money in to it. Usually money only changes hands when ppl leave the boat, but they decide to host a party on board the ship and get residents to pay for it. The party is very underwhelming. It's a great embarrassment and lots of people leave the boat for good. Its no longer seen as a good retreat for celebrities, a few stay, but they are more 'tumblr weirdos' than they are celebrities by this point. They've shed the garb of 'celeb' and fully acclimated. The hold outs are mostly ppl that were already kind of uncomfortable with being 'celebrities' they've always been more comfortable just being a weird guy just like everyone else left on the boat.

News places stop bothering with tumblr, they are more concerned with Facebook town and twitter which are considered successful, and are making money with advertising/ product placements in the 'life in a day' videos they churn out. The ppl left on the tumblr ship fully lean in to the weirdness. But without any celebrity following/positive news, on land ppl are very much unimpressed with tumblr. The guy who bought out the share goes bankrupt and the share of the boat gets transferred to a different business. After a while the original captain is like 'you know what. Its been a wild ride but I don't think boating is for me. I'm going to go live in a house. GL.

The business conglomerate that owns the share in the boat is like. Well. You need a captain. Can't just leave you to it. We've got a great guy for the job. Don't worry he loves this whole thing. He's a strict business guy and everyone is like 'he's going to sell the boat off for parts! They'll take our home!' But actually the new guy is very in to the idea of the tumblr boat, though he really doesn't get it. He keeps popping in for little holidays. He's like 'I think we could make this a holiday resort' and all the residents are like, this would be a terrible holiday resort. It was once a cruise ship, sure, but its something very different now. Why would we turn it in to a holiday destination when there are already 100s of non converted cruise ships doing a better job? And the guy is just like sipping a pina colada through a straw still dressed in a suit, like shrugging. 'It's only an idea'. He seems to be enjoying himself but he still seems a bit baffled by things, he's like 'so what's with the sex parties' and everyone is like, it's no big deal. Those of us not involved are used to it by now we don't care. They seem to be having a good time. Good for them.

Tumblr has been finding it hard to find places to moor up and resupply (it's still disorganised as hell so who knows how they're buying their communally owned food) for a while and it's not been helped by the fact that their 'all are welcome' policy has led to a few on the run criminals camping out on board, without them knowing which has given them bad press. The new captain is like 'I can solve this. Don't worry about it' and next thing they know, he's hosting a press conference saying that the boat is banning sex parties. And everyone is like?! How could you do that? Some of them are like 'sex parties are a part of life on board. We'd be nothing without them' and others are like 'personally I'm not bothered about the sex parties but I don't think they are the problem, we keep asking you to remove the wanted criminals we've warned you about, but you did nothing and now you want to boot out the rule abiding, perfectly civil sex party attendees? How could you make a decision like this without consulting us. Who will you be kicking out next? This is a slippery slope'. And the guy is like hold on a second let's not be too harsh. "Look guys. We need to reboot our image. These harbours are saying they don't want us to dock. They say we aren't family friendly. They say we've got nothing to contribute to their economy's. Banning the parties is the only way. Nobody's getting booted. You all have the opportunity to promise not to have sex on board again, and to dispose of all the posters advertising past parties and the photo collages and stuff and If you do that, you're free to stay.'

Nobody's impressed by that so loads of people leave. Either because they were attending parties and want to continue to, or just because they don't agree. By now parts of the boat are straight up abandoned. There's nobody new to move in to the rooms people left, so they are just like, standing dark and empty, still decorated, but abandoned. Time goes on, they don't have any trouble docking but it's getting harder and harder to pay for supplies, with so many less people and the company with the big share in the boat are not so willing to pay for things now they see there's little hope of them getting any of it back. (Things are just depressing now it's all empty. They'll never sell this as a resort) eventually they sell it off to another company.

The ppl still living there are very resistant to the new owners like 'they already took our sex parties and drove away our friends. How much worse can it get? What are you going to do?' And they don't trust any suggestions. But the new owners are like 'look. We kind of understand how things work on your boat. We don't personally have anything like this, but we do have experience managing a load of little communities living as property guardians in abandoned hotels/resorts. Its not the same! But we do have an idea of what you are trying to do here. You are artists. We get that.

And people start to warm up to them a bit when it's been a year or so and they aren't selling off bits but eventually the new guys are like 'look we can't keep paying for your food without any contribution. Our other communes give us a cut of their business proceeds, some of them pay rent. Everyone is very unimpressed by this, but over time they warm up to the idea somewhat (it's made clear that the boat needs major repairs if it's gonna keep floating) and unlike the last guy who was pretty content to drink pina coladas and imagine he was on a different boat, the people from this company do seem to be interested in hearing from the residents. They are making small repairs. They are hosting residents meetings.

They set up a gift shop, stocking things that the residents might find amusing. They set up a few paid for initiatives that get completely shot down. They convert some of the abandoned rooms in to double sized rooms and are like 'you can pay to upgrade and live in a bigger cabin'. You can pay for a new door in an interesting color or new carpeting. They set up a stage and a gallery. People can pay to display their art/ do a comedy routine or play music. Some people pay for stage time to bring issues to light. People are still very hesitant. There's a spectrum of ppl joining in with the efforts they approve of (gift shop. Personalised doors) but ignoring those they don't agree with, and then some ppl strictly refusing to support any of it, and setting up sit ins/graffiting posters advertising the paid for ventures.

And then, some ex twitter residents start dribbling in. Some are like 'I'm only here for a short holiday while they work on putting out the fire' some are like 'I'll be hedging my bets and splitting my time' others are like 'wow this is like vintage tumblr. I can't believe you've remodelled this ship to look just like the one from a decade ago'. Twitter does not work to put out the fire. Long lasting residents are a bit like ??? Do they not know we've been here all along. More and more people move in, trying to bring some of the quirks of their twitter world community to the boat. The gift shop keeps going. Advertisers pay to put up posters. The gallery seems to regularly have art so clearly someone's paying. Nobody is really sure what the future looks like.

I can not tell if some of these bots are bots. By combining random words they are perfectly emulating tumblr users. The only thing that I'm clinging on to is how averse the average tumblr is to having their face next to their posts. But some of these bots are starting to use pictures of ppl out doing things/ messing around and I'm like... this could be a person. Is this them or is it a meme. Their face isn't in it. It's not centred on their body. This could be a person. Especially as twitter continues to slowly sink like a very slowly burning very very large construction in the sea.

It's like one of those big abandoned rigs/sea stations where years after its been left some ppl come across it and move in like 'we can repurpose this' and next thing you know they are living there like 'we are a country now' and things seem to be thriving and they appear to have a functioning society and its like 'have these ppl escaped capitalism' and then one day there's some kind of disaster and loads of ppl abandon it and come back to regular society and they are all like telling stories about how it was.

And then as time goes on every now and again another person gives up and abandons ship, and comes back to land living society with a even crazier story about what's been going down since the last person left. And time goes on and eventually it's like largely abandoned. The ppl still living there are either very loyal or remain thanks to sunk cost. And its pretty well understood that by this point the guy in charge is a dictator and its all a bit culty and there's no real reason to stay. Its just living amongst like empty rusting offices (cause there aren't enough ppl left to keep it running like a society/improving so it's just like an abandoned weather station in the middle of the sea again and the weather's always shit cause its the middle of the sea. The dream is dead, they are just only realising one at a time.

And then one day someone's boat goes past and the place is on fire and everyone's like hey are you guys OK? And tries to evacuate them. But they are all like 'our leader says its fine. Its cool we don't need rescuing. Like you could rescue us. Life on land is shit. Enjoy capitalism losers!' And everyone's a bit like uncomfortable about leaving them there, but it's like. What can you do. They are just like 'the fire keeps to its side of the station we keep to ours, its np.'

But everyone decides to keep an eye on things all the same. Reporting on things out of morbid curiosity and a little bit like 'you can still get out. We're here.' And then one day the place (still on fire) starts to sink in to the sea and you really think they'll jump ship now. What's left? But they are still clinging on to this dream of what it could have been. And the place is like burning but also littered with advertisements cause the cult leader is letting just about anyone sponsor them, and it is a burning wreck sinking in to the sea, but also its on the news 24/7 so there are always ppl willing to stick their logo on it

Anyway, I've got completely carried away with my metaphor here. But twitters like that. And as ppl slowly abandon ship and are like 'I guess we'll return to the shitty lives we thought we'd escaped' they bring a bit of 'comune that's also a country on a rig in the middle of the sea' culture with them. And so there are now more ppl on tumblr doing twitter things like having attractively posed pictures as their icon

[unbridgeabledistances]

hi<3 okay i am finally writing the new kotss chapter, and once again here is a lil contemplative snippet of tumblr-drabble length as a preview for when i write the whole thing in a day or two!😌💜 (mostly bc i am feeling sleepy and sappy this morning about mickey’s growth and just. cannot get over it.)

hope u enjoy<3

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He fucking loved the dog, okay?

When they were first waiting in that overly-bright room in the dog rescue center (or whatever the fuck it was called) with Ian sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of him, and Mickey had seen the bundle of fur with its paws hitting the ground, a scrawny puppy with a swollen belly and a protruding ribcage— he’d immediately known he was in trouble.

First, because there was no fucking way that Ian was going to let them leave this place without it, since he practically made heart-eyes the second the puppy stumbled its way over to him— and second, because Mickey was absolutely, totally sure that he was going to fuck this up. Even reading the fucking description on the website on Ian’s phone screen, “comes from a troubled past and needs a loving home,” made something twist in his gut— because how the fuck was Mickey supposed to provide something like that?

Mickey didn’t take care of shit like this, like fragile puppies or babies or anything he could mess up— and he especially didn’t let in anything more than he could handle losing, anything soft and helpless and innocent that he couldn’t let slip between his fingers on his own accord. He’d learned that shit early, when whatever whispers and soft traces of touches on his cheeks were ripped away by the pry of Terry’s calloused hands— when one day, when he was fifteen, he and Mandy and everyone else didn’t have a mom anymore. Losing his mom, losing his family after years on the road, even losing fucking Terry those now months ago; all of that shit compounded and pressed on the walls of his ribcage in a way that Mickey himself didn’t really understand, and apparently was oozing out of him in a fucking dog shelter as he stood there frozen, in the face of a helpless frame on wobbly legs with silky grey fur.

For some reason, even though he and Ian had been talking about the dog in the abstract for days now, something about seeing the dog scared him shitless— because taking care of shit was objectively scary, and Mickey was shit out of practice with it. He’d never been good, comfortable, at holding something fragile in his hands, something that he could mess up in a second with a slip of judgement. Mickey was great at getting shit done, but with something like this— well, honestly, he wasn’t sure if he trusted himself enough, to not make those split-second choices that Terry made, the ones that left cigarette burns on his sides and snapped his jaw out of place and left him with so many aching wounds that only became more dark and cavernous through the years.

I’m gonna fuck this up.

What if he got too mad and kicked the dog, what if he fed it the wrong shit and it withered away and became more frail than it already was, what if it ran away or got hit by a car or got fucking shot by a stray bullet in a shitty neighborhood? It felt scary to choose to care about something this fragile, to sign up for the loss and the ripping ache that would follow if Mickey overreacted or fucked something up or made a slip-second misstep. In the Milkovich family, loving was a liability— a promise that someone you cared about could get pummeled and bloodied and beaten in front of you, could get handcuffed and dragged upstate for months or years in the blink of an eye. When Mickey was fifteen, scratching “FUCK LOVE” and “STAY THE FUCK OUT” signs on pieces of cardboard with Sharpies he’d stolen from the dollar store, he’d made a promise to himself to harden himself against that weakness— against that loss.

And then, of course, freckle-faced chicken-legged Ian Gallagher showed up at his doorstep anyways.

So he’d let himself love Gallagher—and eventually he’d let himself love Franny after she plopped herself in his lap one day, wearing a princess tiara talking a mile a minute about monster trucks; and he didn’t even mind hanging out with Liam once in a while on those late nights in the Gallagher house, when Ian would be working a double shift and he and Liam flopped on opposite sides of the couch, watching shitty cartoons in a comfortable silence as the glow from the TV screen flickered on their faces.

But none of that felt like a choice—all of those people, those warm bodies to love, just fell into Mickey’s lap; so it wasn’t Mickey’s fault, really, if shit hit the fan. It wasn’t like he made the choice to love them in the first place— it just happened.

But adopting a dog (or having a fucking kid, like he knew Ian wanted)— that was a choice. That was telling something, someone, that you were ready to take care of them; that you were ready to lose everything when they inevitably got taken away, that you were ready to pour all of your fucked-up bullshit into someone and hope that you weren’t the reason why they turned out screwed up. It just seemed like too much; and in the face of the tiny fucking furball that Ian was cooing over as he sat cross-legged, Mickey’s immediate impulse was to keep his distance and tether himself into the linoleum floor miles away.

But of course Ian had done that fucking thing only he had the power to do, and melted whatever iron walls Mickey had soldered into place with a gentle Mick, d’you wanna pet her?— and of course the fucking dog had to nuzzle her goddamn tiny wet nose into Mickey’s hand, and give a too-trusting lick to his palm as she rolled over onto her back, exposing her vulnerable belly even after whatever fucking dog-fight bullshit she’d been through— and immediately Mickey couldn’t couldn’t see a timeline in which they didn’t wrap this fucking mutt up in a soft towel and take her home to the dog bed in their apartment and get her healthy on gourmet fucking dog food from a monogrammed tin bowl.

So even though it drove him fucking crazy that she was so fucking skinny, and the entire first night when she’d slept curled on the bed he kept waking up and googling the best dog foods and exercise regimens and refilling her water bowl at the kitchen sink like an obsessed fucking maniac— he really couldn’t help it.

Against every instinct, he’d chosen to love when he didn’t have to— and he was starting the realize that maybe that shit wasn’t a weakness.

**

“So, I hear you guys’ve got a new mascot.”

Tommy was ambling in the front door, right on the dot of their 2 P.M. opening time, with Kermit skittishly following a few paces behind him.

Ian rolled his eyes from behind the bar when he thought Mickey wasn’t looking (fucking traitor).

“Yeah, I think the whole neighborhood knows by now. Someone’s been a little too eager with the dog photos.”

Which— fuck that. So what if he fucking posted a few pictures of Baz to the mostly-defunct Alibi Facebook page that Kev had given them the login info to, some of which featured Baz wearing Mickey’s sunglasses when they were partway through a walk? Nobody needed to know that Mickey alone was behind that shit— Ian liked taking dog photos too, even though they were never as good as Mickey’s, and mostly just featured the moments Mickey was passed out on the couch with Baz sleeping on his chest.

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?”

Ian grinned and turned towards Mickey. “Nothin.’ Just nice to see that you’re growing into the whole dog parent thing. Though it is kind of turning into a stage mom thing.”

Mickey furrowed his brows. “Fuck you. The customers love her. It’s good for business.”

Ian held up his hands in surrender, still smirking—which just cause Mickey to shove him gently in his sternum.

“It’s not my fault Baz is the prettiest pit on the fucking Southside.”

In the corner of the bar, Baz was sitting on her cushion that they’d bought at a boujee pet store down the road, to keep downstairs at the Alibi so they could keep her other dog bed upstairs— and when Tommy and Kermit came into the room her ears immediately lifted, her tail twitching excitedly at the new faces. Tommy just gave a wary side-eyed glance to the dog pillow before plopping himself onto his usual stool, but Kermit nervously crouched beside the cushion and gave Baz’s chin a scratch.

“Ey! Paws off the princess until you drop some money on a beer, Kermit. I didn’t haul myself down to the empty bar on a Monday afternoon to watch you pet my fucking dog.”

Kermit shuffled to his usual seat beside Tommy at the end of the bar. “She’s cute. I didn’t realize pit bulls could be so scrawny.”

Baz was already filling out fast in the few days she’d been living with them; but it was true that she was still small and wiry for her age. Mickey made sure they got some sort of fresh dog food shit from the pet store that they had to keep in the refrigerator (even though Ian insisted kibble was fine, like a fucking cheapskate) to get her strength up, and he also got a bunch of fucking vitamins, like salmon oil and shit to make sure her coat was shiny—and yes, okay, maybe he also bought her a badass collar with spikes on it, and maybe he also dropped money on one of those engraved pet tags in the shape of a skull and crossbones that said “Bazooka Gallagher-Milkovich” on it with the Alibi’s address on it. He couldn’t fucking help it; they had a steady stream of cash coming in from crowded nights, they were planning on doing Ian’s karaoke shit once a month, and Mickey felt like they could afford to spend money on shit like this—like they could afford to do this right. And because of Mickey’s doting, even though Ian had started to take Baz for runs in the morning, it was no secret that she liked Mickey ever-so-slightly more than Ian; when they were laying in bed at night Baz would always hop up and curl into Mickey’s side and leave inches between her and Ian, causing a surprised chuckle to escape Mickey’s lips the first time it happened as he scratched behind her ears. Ian just stared at him, with some sappy fucking smile on his face.

“The fuck’re you looking at?”

“Nothing. Just glad we took her home.”

Mickey rolled his eyes, but felt a smile creeping onto his lips despite himself. “Yeah. Me too.”

“And I’m definitely not jealous of a dog right now.”

**

It was later in the evening and the bar was pretty empty, a standard for a Monday night— Mickey had been trying to train Baz to stay on her cushion now that she’d learned how to sit and lay down on command; much to the amusement of Tommy and Kermit, who kept fucking distracting her. If Mickey had his way, he’d train Baz to bark at Kermit whenever he said something stupid (the guy just got on his fucking nerves, what could he say)—but of course Baz had other plans once she realized Kermit was the one of the pair who would pet her, and kept nuzzling her head onto Kermit’s thigh and thumping her tail on the floor.

“I thought pit bulls were supposed to be vicious.”

“Fuck you, Kermit. That’s fucking… dog racist, or some shit.”

Kermit just meekly looked down at his half-empty beer glass, as Ian came in the front door from where he was bringing in the sandwich board from the curb, not expecting any more customers for the night. He reached down to ruffle Baz’s fur along the way.

“How’s our girl doing?”

“Pretty good. Once these assholes get out of here we can called it a night.”

Tommy scoffed at that. “Milkovich, we’re some of your most loyal customers— hell, we’re your only loyal customers. I think we deserve more than insults.”

“Oh yeah? You gonna go drink the day away somewhere else?”

Tommy faltered for a moment, and raised an eyebrow. “Touche.”

“Alright, bozos. Time to pack up. No one else is coming in tonight, we’ll see you tomorrow. Me and Ian have better shit to do.”

Tommy drained the last of his beer, placing a wad of one-dollar bills on the countertop and giving an exaggerated salute. “Until tomorrow, gentlemen.”

When they left the bar and the doors were locked, Ian’s shoulders started to shake with laughter. “Jesus. I never thought I’d be at a point in my life when I’m dependent on the consistent generosity of Tommy and Kermit, but here I am.”

“More like consistent alcoholism.”

Ian smirked, then flopped to sit on a barstool opposite the countertop from Mickey, scrubbing a hand over his face. “Are you fine taking Baz out? I’m kinda tired, wanna get a start on dinner.”

“Yeah, man. Works for me.”

They’d been living with each other in the Gallagher house for months, sure, but they were still new at doing this— at only accounting for each other’s schedules, at divvying up tasks like walking the dog and cooking dinner and doing fucking dishes rather than just coasting on someone like Debbie getting them by. Things were different now— things were settled and quiet, in a way that still made Mickey like he had to rub his eyes extra hard to clear them in the still, dark mornings in the apartment, like he wasn’t convinced this shit was real.

After dinner they sat cross-legged on their bed, watching a movie on Ian’s old beat-up laptop with Baz sitting between them and chewing on one of her toys that squeaked loudly every few seconds (this one was a stuffed animal in the shape of a police officer, because in Mickey’s own words at the pet store, “ACAB motherfucker”)— and later that night, wrapped in the smell of laundry soap on clean sheets and dog shampoo, Mickey slept easily.

Maybe this was something he could trust himself to hold on to.

[falltumn]

EXTREMELY excited screaming under cut i am going to ramble.

by TOTAL CHANCE i was on facebook (i am trying actively to leave but i hop on to look for responses to smthn i posted) and in my tamagotchi group i saw someone saying they were selling their collection and posted a link to their offerup. (it was in the wrong group BTW this ones strictly no selling idk how it got approved but i am thankful.) and i clicked out of curiosity, just to see what they have.. and lo and behold their prices were EXTREMELYYYYY undercharging. the tama market rn is Super inflated to the point where releases that just stopped being sold in stores for like $60-40 are now being sold for Outrageous prices. i want to say somewhere between $100-300 but both of those seem too far off to the extremes.. regardless its absurd prices.

so the seller was listing a v3, v4, mini from like 2017, and a digimon.... for $20 for the whole lot ?!?!? n then shipping etc was like $5.. the mini by itself could easily have gone for that much. the v3+4 could easily go for double each and the digimon would prolly be like $15-20, its not in a desireable color and i think they might even still be sold in stores? id add images but tumblr hate me

all in all i am Terrified i am getting scammed bc of the price LOL they also listed other Highly Desireable tamas for incredible prices.. BUT bc of how i bought it, if i do get scammed, i should be able to get a refund :) and then too if i absolutely just cant $25 isnt a huge blow. i ofc did check the sellers page n stuff n verified to the best of my ability that everythings working.. and they communicated well and seemed very nice!! although if theyre Not working i can get help to get them fixed, and if i just Cant and have to sell for parts i can prolly make a profit :) i am so so so so thrilled they should be shipped monday or tuesday. i did not expect to buy more tamas anytime soon as im content with my pix but i would have kicked myself VERY much if i hadnt atleast tried. ive been wanting to play a v4 since i was a little kid and had just missed the release... so... 2007-2008? LOL EDIT: THEYRE JAPANESE RELEASES IM FOOLISH. but thats FANTASTIC bc ive wanted the entama (v4) EVEN MORE than a regular v4 bc of the variety of characters!!!!!!!!!!!! the keitai (v3) is apparently a simpler version of the v3 essentially but idc i am very excited :)))) this makes it less of a good deal but still an EXTREMELY good one

[abybweisse]

💬 Have you ever heard of the Ciel Phantomhive roleplayer that went to jail ? They were pretty big on YouTube A few years ago

💬 for random chat

Ciel Star? Oof, you just had to ask me, huh? Perhaps you already know the answer....

Sadly, I know a bit too much about that one. We were in an RP group that included some kuro kin, and he claimed to be kin of our earl (not Ciel), whom he called Astre. He was leader of the group, and he controlled other members by making them not trust each other, so they wouldn’t talk openly about what was really going on. He talked many of the members into leaving Tumblr around 2017/18 and focusing on Facebook and Discord.

I love sending gifts, so when we did a Secret Santa game in 2017, I sent gifts to many members, including him. I also sent care packages to him and the members who had moved into his (mother’s) house. He and his mom lived upstairs, while the others (three at one point, I think) shared the basement.

Soon after that, he ruined one of my Undertaker wigs by trying to style it; I had it shipped directly to him from Arda, and he (finally) shipped it to me... but matted, cut incorrectly, and half-styled. He also convinced me to commission a cosplay outfit item through him — I wasn’t allowed to contact the maker directly— and what arrived from the maker was useless. I think he quoted me much higher than what the maker said, and he pocketed the rest of the money. I literally couldn’t use the Akuma6 top for Undertaker and had to make my own for Momocon 2018. I also had to restyle that brand new wig, and it will never be right because he trimmed the bangs all wrong and sent it matted up. I had to use a backup wig for most of Momocon, and I have also now bought a third. (They are all different.) He was supposed to attend Momocon 2018, but he pulled out of it at the last moment. I did get to meet some other members in person, but it was awkward, because one that lived in his basement and their partner were told (by him) to avoid me. I still haven’t seen most of the photos we did there.

I left their Discord group but was talked into coming back (before Momocon 2018)... then I left again (sometime after Momocon 2018). He kept creating new servers on Discord, supposedly to keep out former members or other “troublesome” people. Others left from time to time, usually not returning. Eventually, “Evan” was arrested, and the rest of the group just sort of dissipated. I still keep in contact with a few of the people, but no one wants anything to do with him anymore... except perhaps the one he groomed. 😠 Most of them are not active in the fandom anymore.

He gaslit members... and apparently long-distance groomed at least one... who is no longer a minor but was when she first joined. He used his claim of DID and being a trans man as a victim card; I don’t even know how much of it’s true, but he apparently started taking T shortly before his arrest. He got rid of his Facebook account before he was arrested, too, and she (the groomed) got rid of hers later; he probably told her to. They also got rid of their Discord accounts before I stopped using mine. Last I had heard (a few months after he was arrested), she was the only one still visiting him in jail. Everyone else just wanted to move away and move on.

I won’t name names because I still have contact with a few people, and it wouldn’t be fair to them. They didn’t know what he was doing, either, even though they were closer to him.

He used so many people.

Edit: Back when he had my Arda wig, he sent me a photo of him wearing it. I took a photo of myself wearing the wig I had bought elsewhere (it became my backup wig for Momocon 2018). Then I made a shitpost of us and posted it on Discord. I think I still have it....

[megfloresprotectionsquad]

what i learned from the bipoc skam austin event

Auditions

Val’s audition was wild for anyone wondering. She felt out of place so just went wild and intense for auditions, which worked out in her favor!

Julie wanted a free meet and greet with Julie Andem since she had been a skam fan 

Julie learned about skam through tumblr 

Lakeisha was interested for the money (professional rate)

Lakeisha wanted to work w/ Julie Andem because of the shoes/clothes she wore when they met

Julie Andem bought a specific jacket similar to one Lakeisha has cause she liked theirs

Quotes

“Norwegians have so much swag…they’re so cool” ~ Julie

“No one tells stories like the one that was about to be told” ~Val

“its literally just go crazy go stupid” ~ Val about improv 

Character Details

Jo squared IS confirmed canon bitches

Jo was gonna have a season about being undocumented

Val and Pedro went into detail about what their projected storylines for their characters would be and its importance for Mexican American stories

Pedro was gonna be adopted by a white(?) family and his and Jo’s lives were meant to parallel each other 

Julie got the apology scene to happen in s2 

Julie confirming meg was gonna have an alcoholic storyline because of her parents who were always fighting

Facebook

the cast confirming Facebook basically ghosted every single one of them

i think we all need to bully Facebook into renewing the show for how they treated the entire cast…literally ghosted everyone. and facebook even lied to Julie/Norway/NPR about giving them a full on website like the og…not a facebook watch page

General Cast Info and Discussion Topics

Val and Julie like Marlon (Jonas’ actor)

both Shelby and Julie hurt themselves filming the s2 party scene where meg kisses shay

Lakeisha rambling about how she would have brought black culture into s3 and onto set!

collared greens and fried chicken were of big importance to bring on set lol

talking about the differences that mexican-americans have amongst themselves, from Val to Julie to Pedro to Sophia, in the States

Lakeisha saying they didn’t get to feel like the first lesbian isak…fuck everyone who got austin cancelled

also apparently Sophia (Abbys actor) is also mexican…so like when we say austin has the most diverse cast we mean it

Julie and most of the others do not like Marlon as a character 

Julie and Pedro talking about marjo in the chat lmao

everyone was hyping Shelby and her acting so much when they were doing scene rewatches!

Val actually got physically injured by the extras in the fight scene

Val discussing how she felt embarrassed about her accent while shooting s1

The sexualization of latinas, including Jo, in media

While the cast was diverse, the crew and writers were mostly white (and I think mostly men)

Some Shade (Maybe)

a few times the cast hinted at their dislike of kennedy lmao, are we surprised?

Julie said she didn’t watch scenes of s2 unless her or her friends were in them (so she could have just said she watched s2 if kennedy was her friend, but she was very specific to say she only watched her scenes and her friends)

Sierra (what up girl) in the chat said “go away grace” and Pedro and Val said “lmaoooo” and “bye :)”  and “gudbye” in the chat 

they NEVER talked about Kennedy OR Grace even if she was in the scenes they were watching, but they would compliment Shelby often in their panel or the chat

[hopeswriting]

Modern AU (Adult!)Arcobaleno on socials media though. While Flames and mafia are definitely still a thing.

Now I’m by no means well acquainted to all the different popular socials media, but here’s my humble take:

Reborn on Instagram.

He only has pictures of Leon first and foremost, with him in the background in one of his ridiculous but very well-made cosplay. Leon of course also wears the same cosplay as him.

He never shows his full face in any of the pictures, but just enough his followers know he’s handsome as fuck.

The artists/photoshoppers among them regularly put the pieces together to see how he could look like, but in a funny-and-obviously-purposefully-wrong way only.

Reborn loves them and saves them all.

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Once in a blue moon he does post a picture of himself where you can see him clearly all dressed up and fancy, and then immediately deletes it.

But only after he’s sure it has been seen, so he can watch his followers lose their shit while drinking a nice espresso.

They try hard, but so far none of them managed to save any of the pictures before he deletes them.

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Often there’s what suspiciously looks like blood stains on their clothes and straight up dead bodies lying in the background, but Reborn went so passive-aggressive with the few who dared to ask, everyone is too afraid to ask now.

Anyone who badmouths Leon in any way is instantly blocked. But only after Reborn ripped them a new one AND let his followers do it too.

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Skull on Twitter and Snapchat.

He tweets the most random, out of nowhere, highly worrying things, that always sent his followers in a frenzy trying to figure out why the fuck he would think of any of this in the first place??

“aren’t you ever tried of your solid, rigid, restrictive bones? don’t you want to just be Luffy from One Piece, a rubber being that can shape themself in whatever way they wish?”

or:

“nobody ever tells you this, but the stress of picking apart melted leather from your burnt skin before it heals is VERY worth the adrenaline of making fire your BITCH”

or:

“is it REALLY illegal if you break in and eat the food but leave money behind??”

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That’s just his Twitter only followers though.

The ones on Snapchat have the privilege to watch him stumble head first step by step to his tweets, and are actually very involved and active spectators that keep him out of jail, or killing himself, or killing someone else.

Skull, recording a video, halfway stuck in between two buildings: What’s up guys, there're these guys following me and trying to kill me, quick tell me what bones to break so I can fit in there.

see also:

Skull, riding his bike, both of them suspiciously wet, holding a lighter in his hand: You guys ready for this sick fire stunt I came up with?? If everything goes well I should only get second to third degree burns, let’s do this!!!

see also:

A picture of Skull lying on a roof, his arms full of snacks and his mouth stuffed with food, with police cars in the background, that says: send tips to make sure there’s always food in your fridge for when you need it the most. #midnightsnack #snitchesgetstitches #justsaying

see also:

A picture of Skull crouched in front of a body, posing, that says: don’t worry guys we’re just faking, but hypothetically, if you were to hide a body as quick as possible from here without being seen, what would you do? #hypotheticallyseriousanswersonly #hypotheticallythecopsaremaybeontheirway #quickanswersappreciated

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Verde on Facebook.

He creates a public group with only him as member that’s basically his scientific diary.

It’s not really to invite intellectual challenging debates (though he’d be all for it if someone smart enough showed up), but he figures it’s in his best interest to make the world a less dumb place if he can.

It finds his public, though there’s only a few comments because god forbid you say something dumb or inaccurate and Verde fucking annihilates you in the comment section.

But like, in a teacher way. Like he’s genuinely trying to make you know better but he’s just ruthless at it lmao.

Verde uses a fake name and a fake everything so there’s quickly a running joke along the lines of “Imagine if it’s really the genius scientist Verde running the group and you just outed yourself as a flat earther lol”.

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But what gets the group really popular is the in depth flames theory involving weather of all things they have to assume he came up with it all on his own because they can’t figure out to save their lives what the hell he’s talking about?

And it makes them question their sanity sometimes because Verde talks about it like it’s the most obvious thing and in the context of just about every basic aspects of life.

Cue the conspirators and their hot new take of “the aliens were among us all along and hid themselves as the WEATHER!!!” that instantly turns into the new popular meme.

That, and the transcripts posts of Verde trying his theories that nine out of ten apparently involves very unwilling participants whose life are threatened and sometimes they straight up DIE???

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They think both of these is just him fucking with them and it’s all fictional. They want to think it is anyway.

They’re not so sure, but everyone is too afraid to ask.

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Colonnello on Snapchat.

70% of his content is about Lal because this man is so in love and it’s like he’s a guest on his own account lol.

There’s the “Pining Hard” content where it’s just him trying to seduce Lal, to romance her and asking her out, and Lal brushing all of it off more often than not.

His followers are very invested in this “old bickering married couple type of best friends in oblivious mutual pining” real live action slow burn fic, and cheers him hard whenever Lal reciprocates the tiniest bit.

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They don’t know the two are already together.

They think Lal brushing him off or flirting back but in an unmistakably joking/”platonic” way is just her being oblivious and not taking Colonnello seriously.

When she would just rather flirt back off camera because it’s her private life thank you very much.

Colonnello never tells them because he assumes they all know and just choose to be in on the joke.

Lal finds it hilarious whenever she goes through his Snapchat (with his permission of course) to find numerous messages of encouragement, so she never says either.

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But one day she kind of just steals a kiss from him while he’s recording because she wanted to, and his followers lose their shit.

Lal laughs herself to tears and laughs for days.

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The other Lal’s related content is the “Lal’s loving hours”, where he just takes pictures of her/records her doing random shit---whether it's her making a disaster out of the kitchen, or wearing three pairs of socks because her feet are cold, or beating the shit out of someone---and him doing heart eyes at the camera.

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Otherwise it’s just him living his life and letting them in on what happens.

There’s a lot of pictures because he’s handsome and he knows it and he likes the compliments aqsdfghj.

Or videos of him going on and on about how energy drinks are really the best drink ever while doing grocery.

Or ranting videos about how bullets wounds are such a pain to deal with and showing himself patching himself up to show how it’s done (thanks??!!??).

Or him watching series and roasting the characters for their dumb decisions.

Or him commenting in real time an assassination attempt on him in the middle of the night in his own fucking home because the fucker sure is ballsy (????!!!!!!???).

It’s very popular too because of how relatable it is.

Well, most of the time anyway.

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Viper on Youtube.

They have a DIY type of channel, mostly about fashion---what they think about the new products/clothes they bought from their favorite brand, their thoughts on the new fashion trend, their makeup/skin care routine and favorite outfits for various circumstances, or they’re often on live while going shopping.

(I just really like Fashionista!Viper okay.)

They play videos games too, thinking they’re being very good while being very average to not say they straight up suck asdfghj.

Occasionally do reaction videos too.

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Like Reborn they hardly ever show their face. Actually they don’t show it at all lol. They wear masks to do their videos because a hood is not very reliable.

How do they do their makeup videos then you ask?

They use "volunteer" as models of course.

And by volunteers I mean the Varia qsdftgyhjkl.

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They also have another very peculiar brand of videos that is the most popular one on their channel. The titles of these videos include but are not limited to:

“A Due Payment Of Yours Is Late? How To Hunt Them For Sport”

“A Little Bitch Doesn’t Respect Your Pronouns/Chosen Name? Step By Step On How To Make Them Shut The Fuck Up Forever”

“How To Efficiently Remove Blood And Various Others Human Residue From Your Clothes”

“Faking Your Death And Taking On A New Identity: Step By Step Tutorial”

“How To Take Over Your Friends Brains And Watch Them Prank Themselves ft. The Varia”

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Fon on Tumblr.

His blog becomes known as a shitpost blog or a blog run by a bot when really, everything he posts is about actual, very real events that happened in his life.

Except he vague posts every time because he really wants to keep his anonymity.

He posts about the hardships of learning more and more martial arts and staying at the top of the art, and sounds like some dangerous psychopath.

“The body is such a fragile thing, isn’t it? It tends to break quite easily unfortunately. You’d think I’d know that by then, but I really need to remember it more often so I can keep enjoying myself.”

He’s talking about how he always pushes himself too much in training and ends up injuring himself.

“Everyday I dispose of them and reasserts my superiority, and everyday they come back and it’s really hard to not hurt them beyond repair.”

He’s talking about how he’s often challenged by other martial artists who don’t like him being the best and how he always has to beat them up bloody for them to give up.

He also posts about his family's live except it’s the Hibari’s family live, and he doesn’t sound more sane of mind at all.

“I made the mistake of taking Kyo with me on my grocery trip and picked on his tell-tale signs of going through a bad day too late.

But fortunately the shop is still standing and no one was heavily injured.”

or:

“It’s so heartwarming to see Kyo make friends. The brown haired kid didn’t put much of a fight but the one with the pineapple haircut has potential.

He almost managed to stab him that one time, and I can’t wait to tease Kyo about it. He’s very cute when annoyed and embarrassed.”

or:

“Often I look back to the day Kyo got his tonfa and I am always infinitely grateful for this not-so-easy-to-kill-with weapon.

I would like for him to at least finish high school first.”

Yeah it’s very often about Kyoya lmao. And no one knows for sure what in the world a “Kyo” is supposed to be???

An actual human being is NOT the most popular theory qsdfghn.

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Lal on TikTok.

I guess?? I’m kind of running out of ideas lol, and I know very little about TikTok.

But I’m thinking she makes a series of videos where she looks straight into the camera like she’s on The Office while some bullshit or the other happens in the background.

And it’s not even always her friends or coworkers or Colonnello (yeah he has a category of his own lmao).

As far as she is concerned everyone who chooses to be a fucking dumbass in her vicinity is asking for it aqsdfghj.

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Also has a “Doing paperwork” series, and the later at night she’s doing it, the more she’s absolutely fucking done with people not being able to do their job properly without collateral damage.

She dryly reads out loud the highlights of the reports and goes straight for their lives lol.

But as funny as it is, everyone is more interested in the very questionable out of context content of these reports???

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Also does workout videos, as in she demonstrates how to do this one or other exercise, and if these do particularly well it has nothing to do with how people want to look respectfully at her body, of course not.

ALSO has a “Colonnello’s Loving Hours” series because you better believe this woman is also so much in love.

She records him when he’s simply existing---whether he’s snuggling besides her while they’re watching TV, or dancing in the kitchen while cooking, or cleaning his guns---while looking at the camera with this tender, content expression on her face.

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They become known as the Weather Lovers because boy, do these people like to go on about their favorite weather. Some shipping might even be involved??

It’s how their community introduces them to each other.

Cue even more chaos on their respective socials medias.

Viper’s video of their first meeting is the most popular one on their channel.

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Yeah I know, I didn’t add the Sky Arco ladies, but I have no idea what they could do. Pinterest maybe? Or Vine? Dunno, they’re all yours guys lol.

[nice-bright-colors]

Fucking Stellar Day is, well... Fucking Stellar

Had contact with my old CFO, he didn’t mention they hired a new Director, just that they are running into production problems. We agreed to stay in touch

CFO man told me he didn’t have contracts from Casino Client on the six projects in their hopper right now

CFO offered me the chance, if it comes to fruition of Managing/ Ushering staff on production of some of my old Coffee Client work - they apparently want to do 10 new locations

Started wrestling a little bit with the escalator guys - needless to say, I’m not making friends

Spoke with my Casino Client: looks like I’ll be getting a couple of contracts on the local jobs, he said it’s only a draft, if you want more money send me a proposal - you’ll get it within reason

Casino Client also doesn’t want me to babysit the escalator guys. Relief.

Saw that my old Sr. Director (aka Mommy Director if you remember) was going to LA yesterday, presuming work related - Facebook is good for some tracking things

Casino Client told me he was meeting Bossman on the west coast today. I mentioned LA, he said he was in AZ at the time. Looking at a new project he can’t talk about, but that it’s about a 10-12M project, if it goes forward

I told Casino Client that per Old Firm’s website, I’m no longer listed...they hired a new Director...not sure what that does to their production

Casino Client will be talking to Bossman about some proposals he is owed to get them going on contracts...I’m certain I will come up in the conversation

Casino Client informed me that he would want me to manage this project out west (my location is closest), and asked if managing my Old Firm would be a problem - Not at all! Give the chance, pretty please, with sugar on top

I had the benefit of receiving one massive Tumblr Heart-fucking today - 😉. Thank you, I really needed that today....you have no idea

Bought some fair trade and organic coffee from small producers in Canada and MA today - that was on sale because of Earth Day! Good coffee makes me happy.

As an added bonus: I found some Flying Dog Raging Bitch Belgian IPA. Great beer originally from Denver/ Aspen, now brewed in Frederick, Maryland.

Set up my second dose vaccine at the 21 day: 3hour mark

Now, if I can squeeze out a couple of emails, read a few chapters in my book, research and find a new phone case (how does a plastic phone case break without dropping the phone?), and maybe a little bump-n-grind with The Wife®️, make some stir-fry goodness for dinner....then I’ll be ready to cash in my chips come tomorrow.

[purplesurveys]

1248

Your ex taps you on the shoulder and says, “I still love you.” You say?  I feel like I’ve answered a similar situation recently, but I would assume it was a drunk text or wrong text, inform them about it, and move on.

Do you play video games?  Nah. I do feel a sort of connection of video games since I grew up surrounded by them, though; but I’m more of a watcher than anything. I like watching playthroughs of video games I’ll never play. Do you spend a lot of time with family?  No. We used to, back when the quarantine was still a relatively new thing – we hung out in the living room all the time. But now that we’ve settled in this new normal, we’re back to our normal routines and I usually like staying in my room.

Is your house more than two stories tall?  Technically, yes. We have a rooftop that serves as the ‘third’ floor.

Have you ever hit your significant other? Has he/she ever hit you?  My ex and I never hit one another; that’s a gigantic red flag even I would notice, considering I ignored most of the ones I saw hahaha.

What makes you an attractive person? (Talk about your personality too!)  I’m not sure if I’ll be able to answer this question directly, but I like my generosity. I’m not sure if I can call it attractive, though. But if we were focusing on physical features, I like my smile.

What color is your hairbrush/comb?  Pink.

What snacks do you have available in your household atm?  My dad splurged on chips in his last grocery run so we actually have quite a lot of junk food in the pantry at the moment. He also bought several packs of cookie sandwiches, wafers, sunflower seeds, and garlic-flavored peanuts.

Has anyone recently told you that they like you, or find you attractive?  Neither.

Are you attracted to the last person you Facebook messaged?  No, she’s just a good friend of mine.

Do you care about anyone that doesn’t care about you?  I guess I don’t, because I’m not even aware of them.

Was your last Facebook friend requests from a male or female?  Guy. It was another reporter, so I just ignored it and luckily he didn’t PM me just to ask to add him back, which others have already done. I really hate when work people try to make their way into my personal accounts.

Which one of your relatives is most likely to embarrass you?  My parents, especially when they are rude to service crew. Gen X-ers are impeccably talented at that, apparently.

When was the last time you ate a bar of chocolate?  Around two or three weeks ago when I had dinner at Angela’s. Her dad gave me a bar of Crunch so I can have something sweet after our meal.

Do you play any games on Facebook?  No, I never did hop on that trend.

What would you like to get a degree in?  I wanted a degree in journalism, and graduated with such. At the end of my college stint I didn’t want to pursue it anymore, but I pushed through with it anyway because it was too much of a hassle to shift and start all over.

Do you wake up a lot in the middle of the night? Technically not, because I stay up until the middle of the night anyway. It’s been a while since I fell asleep anywhere between 8 to 10 PM.

Would you prefer to read a book, watch a movie or TV show, or play a video game?  Watch a show.

Do you usually get popcorn or soda at the movie theater?  I don’t like either; I get fries instead.

What genre of films do you like the best?  Drama.

How many bank accounts do you have?  Two but I haven’t been using the other one in months. That was the bank account I initially opened when I first started ~adulting~ but when I got employed I was required to enroll in this other specific bank, so that’s what I mainly use now.

Have you ever had the flu?  Not really. I just get the occasional fever that pop out of nowhere.

What is your goal for the next few months?  Start saving FOR REAL, and also prioritizing furniture over merch for a while so I can finally fix up my room, which is quickly starting to look and feel like just a warehouse and not very homey at all.

Have you ever had some kind of sleep-disorder? How did it affect your life?  Nope.

Have you ever had food poisoning before? Describe the experience.  Yeah, it was from barbecue that apparently went bad, even though it tasted nothing of the sort. I woke up at 3 AM sweating profusely and with the most excruciating stomachache; I was feeling hot, cold, and nauseous all at the same time, and it probably lasted for like an hour or so.

What are two things that you have no problem paying full price for?  Sealed albums and my pets’ vet expenses.

Funny, charming, cute, romantic, smart - choose only 2 for the opposite sex.  Charming and smart.

Have you ever let somebody use you? Why did you do it?  It felt nice to help people.

You can go back in time & change something in your mom’s past - what is it? Good question; I’ve never encountered this before. I would let her live a more comfortable, privileged life, where she didn’t have to staple her shoes to keep them closed or have to choose between eating at a fast food restaurant or being able to commute back home.

Do you know anybody who is around the exact same size as you? Who? I’m not sure, actually. Everyone’s always slightly taller than me.

Ever been to a haunted house? How scared were you?  I haven’t.

Been on any websites today you wouldn’t want your parents to see?  Tumblr, I guess? My survey blog isn’t for any irls to see.

Which is worse: dusting or mopping?  I don’t really do either often, but I’ll go with mopping.

Would you marry somebody who was intensely religious?  Not for me.

Did you pull a senior prank?  No, that’s not a thing here. Did you graduate?  Yeah, elementary, high school, and college.

Have you ever been unfaithful in a serious relationship?  Nope.

What was the last song you listened to?  It’s a song called Epiphany.

Are you one of those lucky people with 20/20 vision?  Not ever since I was like 9 lol.

Is fashion one of your interests?  I’m way more interested in it now for sure, mostly because the celebrities I’m into these days put a lot of effort when it comes to their style; so it makes me more aware of the trends that come and go, as well.

Do you think you’ll eventually find that special someone?  I’m keeping it as a possibility, but it’s not a priority for me now.

Do you care what people think?  To an extent, I would say. My life doesn’t depend on it, though.

Is acting something you enjoy?  Never been.

What was the last thing you broke/sprained?  Do you mean a thing or a body part? Anyway, I’ll answer both. The last thing I broke was my BTS Mic Drop pen of V looooooooooool the figurine came off the pen :(( It was pretty cheap though so I’m fine with it; I can always get another one. Last body part I sprained was my ankle, when I had a bad fall a couple of years ago.

Have you ever fought with a friend because of their boyfriend/girlfriend? Because of yours?  Either hasn’t happened.

Has a stranger ever yelled at you for your language?  I don’t think so.

Whose house, other than yours and your families', are you most comfortable at?  Angela’s. Also JM’s, just because their family doesn’t hover and that vibe can sometimes be nice whenever I’m at someone else’s place.

Has any of your friends’ family ever yelled at you?  Never.

Did you ever play a sport as a little kid? Did you enjoy it? Not as a very young kid, but I took up table tennis starting when I was 12. Did you ever watch the show Full House?  Nope.

Is there a celebrity you are just DETERMINED to marry?  Now that’s just delusional haha. I’m pretty obsessed with some celebrities, that much I can admit; but thinking of them in the context of marriage is so many steps overboard.

Have you ever burned someone’s picture?  No. I could, but I am scared of fire and will probably just think of other ways to express my anger, like tearing up the photograph. What’s the longest hike you’ve ever been on?  Total length was probably like 3 hours. I haven’t gone too far when it comes to hiking.

Would you ever get a lip tattoo?  Not interested.

Who is the first person of the opposite sex that pops into your head? Hans.

Do your parents smoke cigarettes?  My mom tried it once in her life, I think. My dad has never smoked.

What does one of your T-shirts have written on it?  “Hope right here!”

Name a pet you definitely wouldn’t want.  Anything that’s supposed to roam freely in the wild, like squirrels.

Would you prefer your partner smaller or taller?  Taller, since I’m already quite pint-sized to begin with lol.

Do you enjoy going through old pictures? Sometimes. Other times, it's too painful. It also depends on the era of the pictures. < Agree, especially with the eras. Childhood photos are always fun to look at, but I have had to delete a CHUNK of photos from years ranging from 2014 to 2020 because I’ve lost a handful of friends from that period.

Do you believe people when they say they don’t judge people?  It’s hard to for the most part, but I’ve noticed very few people people really don’t. Most of the time it’s bullshit though.

What did you love the most about the town you grew up in?  That it’s pretty close to the metro.

What’s a movie that you laughed the hardest during?  Hmm, I prefer TV shows if I’m craving comedy.

What’s a movie you cried the hardest during?  Life Is Beautiful.

What’s your favorite restaurant?  Omakase for my sushi fix; School Tteokbokki if I want Korean; Yabu if I’m looking for a generous rice meal.

Is there a dessert you don’t like?  Anything with fruits.

Favorite album?  After Laughter by Paramore.

What’s a book that you read because everyone else was reading it?  I can name authors instead of books – John Green and Haruki Murakami.

Underwater or outer space?  Outer space.

Dogs or cats?  Dogs.

Kittens or puppies?  Puppies.

Bird watching or whale watching?  Whale watching. I don’t get to be in the water as much, so I would jump at the opportunity.

What is your spirit animal?  I dunno if I have one but let’s just go with dog and elephant, I guess? They’re my favorites.

What was your best subject in school?  History.

What was your worst subject in school?  Chemistry.

What is one thing you wish you knew in high school?  Don’t waste your time.

Who is your fashion icon?  Audrey Hepburn.

Diamonds or pearls?  Diamonds.

What color dress did you wear to prom?  For my own prom it was cream-colored/beige. When I went to Mike’s ball, I went with a royal blue gown.

What’s your favorite plot-twist?  I don’t think I’ve found my favorite yet.

Honestly, are you jealous of someone right now?  Not actively.

Honestly, what’s the worst thing you’ve done when you were mad?  I dunno...road rage, maybe?

Honestly, ever made anyone cry when you were mad?  It’s very likely.

Honestly, when was the last time you REALLY cried your heart out?  Sometime in the last week.

Ever pop someone else’s pimple? No thanks.

Do you need to return anyone’s phone call?  Nope.

Who are you closest to?  Angela.

Have you ever had a bad concert experience?  No, all the ones I’ve been to have been amazing experiences.

Are you currently sad about anything?  Not really. I can’t complain.

Have you had any form of exercise today?  Nah.

Can you handle blood?  Nope, I will feel faint if I see it 100%.

Has any place hired you underage for a job?  No.

Have you ever carried a concealed weapon?  I haven’t.

Are you currently searching for a job?  No, I like the one I have.

Does eating breakfast make you sick?  No?

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #401

“my love is just waiting to turn your tears to roses”

Do you typically do your makeup the same each time? Or do you like to change it up often? IF I wear makeup, it's essentially always the same. Who is the last person you were in a room with just the two of you? What were you doing? Yesterday with Mom. We were trying to find the best deal on Eco Earth, a substrate we're getting for Venus. What was the last really good book you read, and what was it about? If we're talking REALLY good book, then The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood. In short summary, it's a dystopian future novel where women are now basically just objects used only for repopulation, even having their names stripped from them. They follow very strict rules as society has returned to horrible misogyny. As a woman, the "oh my god, this is possible" aspect of it is terrifying, and it causes such a sense of disgust and urge to ensure women rights always continue to be fought for. Do you feel safe in your country? For the most part, I'd say. I guess. There are places I'd feel safer, though. How many meals do you eat a day? Three. Have you ever performed a solo dance in front of a crowd? No, but I was supposed to my senior year in high school; the seniors at my dance studio were always welcome to do a solo in celebration. Mine was a modern dance to "Coma White" by Marilyn Manson, wanting to tell a story about depression and how being medicated could feel, but I eventually decided like halfway through learning the choreography that I was just too nervous to do a solo. Have you ever sung a solo? No. When you go to McDonalds, what drink do you usually get? Coke. Have you ever had to call and complain about a product you bought? No. Do you own a designer purse? Definitely not. I'm not wasting that much money on something like that. What’s the weirdest rumor you’ve ever heard about yourself? Apparently, Jason and I had a baby in high school even though I was obviously never pregnant. To my knowledge, it was started by his ex. Who is now a good friend of mine lmaooo. Life is funny. What was your favorite Saturday morning cartoon growing up? Pokemon, of course. Would you ever have an affair? Nope. Would you ever have a one night stand? Nope. Where you present at any major historical events (e.g. 9/11)? No. What are your opinions on marijuana legalization? Legalize it, but treat it similarly to alcohol in that driving under the influence is illegal and punishable, and I believe you should be of a certain age. How about abortion? I am pro-choice. I was pro-life most of my own life, but now I am very firm about a mother being able to choose if she wants to endure a pregnancy or not. Like, that is a MASSIVE life event that almost inevitably changes - and sometimes traumatizes - people. I do believe a fetus is its own body and not part of the mother's, but rather in the mother's, but the belief that a woman decides what she wants in her body is her choice, too. I'm not very fond of people treating abortion as a simple, regular form of birth control, like it's nothing but an "lol whoops," but I still believe it is ultimately her decision, and she should always be free of judgment for doing what is best for her. Do you wear skirts or dresses more often? Neither. I wouldn't dare wear a skirt more so, though. What do you think about tipping at restaurants? There should always be an expected minimum, imo, unless the person was truly, sincerely, genuinely fucking awful. Waiters do not have an easy job, fight me about it, and they're just trying to survive while putting on a happy, jovial face, all the while dealing with hungry people who can be such assholes. I believe the actual tip should relate to actual service, but again, give them something. Would you ever get back together with any of your exes? One, absolutely. The other would take a shitload of consideration and proper communication on his part. Do you have a preferred coffee brand? No, because I don't like coffee. Do you usually befriend your coworkers, or do you prefer to keep work separate from your personal life? IF I had a job, I'd like to build a friendship with those I have to engage with almost every day. What is something you frequently forget? Dates, ages, names, what I was about to do five seconds before I forgot... Pretty much everything. My memory is frightfully poor. Is there any drama currently going on with your family? No. When you take a nap, do you nap in bed or on the couch? In my bed. Were you raised by both of your parents? If not, then who raised you? Both; my parents split when I was somewhere around 17, though, but I'd say there wasn't much more "raising" to do at that age. Have you ever stolen anything? If so, why? No. Have you ever plagiarized someone else's work? Hell no. What's your most-used mode of transportation? My mom's car. Have you ever taught someone else a useful skill? Not to my recollection. Does seeing everyone else's 'perfect lives' posted on social media ever bring you down or affect how you feel about yourself? It actually does, honestly. Not ALWAYS, but if I'm being honest, it does most of the time. I've contemplated deleting Facebook for that reason, but with is also comes things that make me happy, and I think I'd feel even more isolated without it. What is your favorite Hostess/Little Debbie snack? This is SO impossible for me to answer. I loooove Hostess and Little Debbie treats. I want to say honeybuns, but I also love those chocolate cupcakes with the white swirls on top, as well as Twinkies. Very few exist that I don't like. Do you/your family buy loafs from the bakery or bagged on the shelf? We just buy bagged bread. What’s the best news you’ve gotten lately? My APAP mask is definitively WORKING!!!!! :') Mom got an app that connects to the machine via Bluetooth that monitors the effectiveness of the mask, evaluating many factors of your sleep, and it's detecting a definite decrease in disruptive behaviors or something like that. It is so, SO encouraging to know that. ^And, the worst? Hm. Oh, probably some news on something serious a good friend is going through, but I don't feel it's my right to disclose what. It's just a very worrying and potentially dangerous issue that I wish I could help her with. Would you rather receive (or give) flowers, chocolates or jewelry? I'd appreciate any, but my fat ass is drawn to the chocolate, ha ha. What *I* would give would vary depending on what the person liked. How do you feel about coconut? Smells lovely, but is otherwise gross. ^ Ever cracked one open? No, but omg I've always wanted to, haha. What’s the best thing about being your gender? I guess the fact it's more "normal" and "accepted" to show our emotions. Fuck that generalization, though. I don't give a shit what your gender is, you experiencing emotions is NORMAL and welcomed to be expressed. ^ And the worst thing? The ability to be raped and impregnated by it. Do you do your part to save the earth? I don't do nearly enough. :/ We recycle, but that's about it. Well, none of us DARE to litter either, but I still don't feel like it's as much as the earth deserves from its denizens. Who do you think should have their portrait on a bill? I don't know or care. Why did you last feel exhausted? Yesterday was my niece's birthday, and I spent essentially ALL day playing with her and her brother. I have a very limited battery when it comes to kids, and I was running on empty for hours. My anxiety was SO high and I really needed a break from them, but they're too young to really understand that Aunt Britt can only socially run for so long before I'm completely burnt out, and TRUST ME, I was there for sure. I didn't want them to think they did something wrong, you know? I just had to keep going. I slept like a baby last night though for sure, haha. Have you ever used emotional blackmail to get your own way? Wow, no. Has anybody ever used emotional blackmail on you? No. Who did you last worry about and why? Sara for health reasons. Are you currently looking for a new place to live? Not actively, but Mom and I definitely want to move. We feel very out-of-place here in the suburbs. Which would you prefer as a view; mountains or the sea? Mountains. Do you have a mouse for your laptop? (Assuming you have a laptop) Yes. I canNOT play games with a trackpad. Do you apologize a lot? Extremely excessively. When you get married what do you think you’ll put most of your focus and money into? Do you mean like, for the wedding? In that case, probably the venue. Being a photography buff, I want a place I think is really pretty to have pictures taken. What’s something you complain about frequently? My legs hurting, my weight, and being hot. Do you have anything planned for the summer? Nope, and that's fine with me. I'd rather stay inside away from the heat. Who usually makes dinner in your household? My ma. Do you have a blog? Just on Tumblr. Does anyone in your family snore loudly? My mother does because of gerd, and at least when my father still lived with us, he snored super loud, too. Do you want to fix anything with anyone? Yeah, a few people. What shows do you watch? Right now, only Meerkat Manor: Rise of the Dynasty. Whenever The Edge of Sleep comes out, I will 110% be watching that, too, because Mark is a key actor in it. :') Plus the concept seems super cool. Have you ever broken someone’s heart? I don't know. Who was the last person you had a conversation with on the phone? Me mum. Does the song you’re currently listening to remind you of anyone specific? No, given it has like... one lyric, haha. Do you own any TV show soundtracks? No. Last thing you did that made you feel like an adult? I mean I guess sign myself in at the doctor's. What’s your favorite picture of your mom? Dad? Oh my god, there's a candid one I got of Mom laughing when she was posing as my subject for a photography assignment, and I cherish it with ALL my heart. I want to share it with essentially the whole world, but yeah, I'm not gonna put my mom's picture here. As for my dad, I like this one I took of us at Red Lobster for his birthday a year or two back. Last TV show series you finished? Fullmetal Alchemist with Sara. Favorite flavor of cream cheese? Regular. What US state would you like to visit? Alaska. Last meal you made yourself? I put a chicken pesto thing in the microwave earlier for dinner.

[crazycrackersworld]

So today was hard but it wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. My Uncle Jerry gave my mom some good news in regards to Tim looks like they're getting his oxygen levels close to where they should be in they're going to try a few different things which is good. Uncle Jerry is going to let Mom and I take him to the dollar store tomorrow that's good get him out of the house and stuff. Apparently my mom told him my adventure with the rat for my job today and it made him laugh so that's a good thing.

I am still worried about Tim I send him text messages and sometimes audio clips you know just reminding him to fight and get better and get the hell out of that hospital so I've kind of fallen off the wagon and bought a few packs of cigarettes last couple weeks and I've been doing the thing that I used to do back in the day where you pack your cigarettes when you open them you take one cigarette out you flip it upside down you put it back in the pack and it's here lucky cigarette you smoke that one last and then she lied it you make a wish. There are times in the last year where that wishes I'm sure as you all know focused on the redhead. Sometimes it's focused on my kids, but the last few weeks when I would have a pack of cigarettes and I wouldn't have the lucky cigarette that wish obviously was for my hand and I guess I'm going to switch it to Tim and I hope it works.

I did not get a whole lot of sleep last night Jackie checked in on me before I went to bed which was very nice and Tiffany talked to me for a while which was also nice but I only slept for like an hour or 45 minutes at a time and then I get up and I'd go outside and I'd smoke and I'd watch the rain and the lightning and it just wasn't a full night's sleep.

I did wake up to a message from one of those important people and I was happy to get it and it did touch me. Didn't even know I told myself that if I didn't hear from that person by midnight last night I was just going to act like they were dead, that didn't happen and I know why I didn't hear from that person last night and I'm going to take care of that problem personally. But it was still nice to hear from her today and it was nice to text back and forth and audio message back and forth because regardless of anything that has her will happen her voice is still one of the ones that calms me down and soothes me and I mean it really doesn't matter what she says she could read the phone book and I would smile. So yeah that made the day suck a little less after I went and did the rat removal which was nice that my boss called me and had me do that it got me out of the house and got my mind on something else the customers that I went to are regulars and they're nice people and I like them. So it was nice to you know see him on a day that I don't normally see them on interact with them they're very nice old couple just good people. the ones I got home from that and I got my work clothes back off and went into my room and actually at that point did finally get to take a nap I fell asleep for a few hours so I got some sleep. Which is good.

And now I'm in my room in the dark with my fans on and a very stiff moonshine drink to help me sleep and I'm downloading my day and my thoughts into this blog cuz it helps.

And yes I had my mom read what I wrote about my aunt the night that I wrote it and what I posted on Facebook about her this morning and of course you know the first thing my mom said if she didn't say it she just looked at me and I know the look and it's that look of how I should write a book or something.

And I think maybe when I get back from Wisconsin maybe I'll get a laptop maybe try start writing in different medium than here on good old tumblr. But I still also so badly want a camera I wish I knew someone had one or just didn't want one or give me one or sell me one for cheap I really want a camera camera I mean my phone takes good pictures but I want a camera because I'm really just looking at the world differently I'm really enjoying taking the pictures.

Because I kind of think I want to take pictures and then write stories or poems or verses that have to do with the pictures since a lot of times that's what inspires me anyways I don't know just throwing things out there.

So anyways yeah today was a hard day but it was easier than I thought it would be and I cried here and there I did and and I miss her I do I miss her already. And I do once again have to say thank you so the brown-eyed angel that reached out to me today didn't have to but did. And talking with that brown-eyed angel wasn't the only thing that made the day easier but it was definitely one of the things that did so thank you.

And so now I'm going to lay by these fans and try to cool off a little bit and hopefully tonight I get better sleep than I did last night and I'm looking forward to seeing my Uncle Jerry tomorrow and we'll just keep moving forward cuz it's all we can do.

[pynkhues]

check up tag!

Tagged by @foxmagpie​

How has your day been?

It feels like it’s barely started yet, haha, but so far it’s been pretty busy! I finished editing and re-writing parts of a grant application + mentorship application for a good friend of mine (the content for it was amazing and she so deserves it, but in her own words, it’s been a long time since she’s written anything like that, and I’ve done that sort of thing for a living before). I also sold some chairs on Facebook Marketplace to a woman who teaches an upholstery class. I had to disinfect them before she got here, and then when she did, we had a lovely (socially distanced, of course) chat while her teenage son she’d dragged along to help looked annoyed, haha.

I’m about to go look at my new house and take some measurements for furniture, then go to the discount grocery store to pick up some canned food since it looks like Victoria’s going to be upping it’s lockdown restrictions even further over the next week or so.

Annnnd then I have a meeting this afternoon. 

So yes! Pretty busy! 

What was the last thing that made you smile?

Actually just chatting to that woman about reupholstering antique furniture! It was really interesting, and she was really nice, and now I want to lowkey write a Brio AU where Beth is a reupholsterer because apparently I have a one-track mind, haha.

What’s keeping you entertained these day?

Tumblr is always keeping me entertained! I’ve also been having pretty regular Zoom wine-times with friends which has been really, really fun.

Also given me and all my school friends have had to cancel our 30th birthday parties this year, we’ve started thinking maybe we’ll save it up for next year and have a big one altogether, which is pretty fun! 

If you’re in quarantine/isolation, is there anything that you would like to achieve during this time?

I am currently in week 2 of 6 of Victoria’s new stay at home order, so I am very much feeling this, haha. Mostly I just want to finish a few WIPs, but I also am moving to a new house where I’ll have a proper office again, which I’m really excited about. I’ve bought a new desk (since one of the legs has literally cracked in half on my current desk) and a new bookshelf, and I am really, really looking forward to creating that new space for myself when I move next Friday. I’ll have to take pics to show you guys when I’m done! 

Post a selfie if you want!

Sure! I just took this now, and I look extremely pale and tired and also it’s v obvious I have not had a haircut since the pandemic started, haha, but here you go.

i tag @lunafeather​ @elixir448​ @nakedmonkey​ @bathroombreaks​ :-)

[cockywitch5]

Hello Tumblr people! ... Recently, I made a purchase from evenmin.com (I bought two coats) that were allegedly on discount. I first saw a post on instagram saying that their fabric is closing down due to the pandemic and they selling off their items for cheap. Now, I know this is too good to be true (the discount, not closing down a company with many employees) but I decided to purchase something and see how it goes. 

What I failed to do was to actually goodle the company because there was no contact information on the website...just an email address. I bought two coats and paid with my card. That purchase was made on October 30. Tow days ago, I decided to check my order on the website and it said “Awaiting shipping”. Now, usually most companies send you an email to tell you they have seen the order and will prepare to ship it. Not in my case. 

I send them email asking for additional information and still haven’t heard from them and I won’t hear from them because this is a scam. 

I googled evenmin and stumbled upon reviews from www.trustpilot.com - there were only six reviews ....all of whom say exactly the same - FAKE!!!

Their Facebook, Instagram and Twitter account is noneexistant. The website only has put the icons there, which if you click on, you’d be directed to the home page of those platforms.

According to a user from trustpilot, Evenmin “constantly  changing names on FB and their website. No physical contact details on any of their pages. Reckon they've been registered since 2017 and yet the web addresses were purchased in 2020“. 

Apparently, they were also known as poemkiss or chickvery.com.

PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE DO NOT BUY FROM THERE! You will lose your money! 

At least I’m happy I didn’t make a huge purchase and lose a lot! Or even my friends’ money. 

Do a background check (as much as you can) in google to see what’s the website’s online presence like and consumers’ experience with it.

UPDATE: There is another site that looks like Evenmin, it’s called www.selltide.com. Exactly the same style. Wow those people couldn’t even be bothered to change it up a bit.

[psychicprincesscreation]

NUANCE

Edit 7 (7/12): I didn't realize I kept breaking the link when I was trying to come up with a good title lol my bad.

Last two titles: "I'm not your bass-slut anymore." (That didn't exactly fit the narrative.)

"Don't fuck your idols. :)"

Since everyone is talking about accountability, let me put it succinctly: I was 22, this was consensual for me, I was a "groupie" who knowingly emotionally cheated on my then-bf with Bassnectar for months, I broke it off & moved out because I expected more from the relationship than I ever got.

As one person on IG stated: I was just a groupie whose fantasy didn't go the way I wanted it to. Lol it's true, but that isn't the whole story.

I know it's easy to focus on how I was "old enough to know better" and the harmful choices that I made, but don't forget that Bassnectar actively pursued me even after finding out about my boyfriend -- I'm sure he wouldn't have had any problem finding a single girl to talk to instead, given his stature.

He offered me concert tickets, plane tickets, money to buy an apartment, he told me to email him as often as possible, he told me to keep everything a secret and to lie to my boyfriend over and over.

He tried to "save" me with controlling advice about eating, sleeping, not partying (ironic, considering that he is a DJ) not pursuing music journalism, not hanging out with any male friends whatsoever, where I "should" work. This was all before we ever met in person.

People don't realize how hard it is to say no to your idols, especially when they are CONSTANTLY offering gifts that I considered very extravagant at my age.

This wasn't a normal affair; I had absolutely nothing to offer Bassnectar but myself, yet he spoke to me like I was a star. He told me we could "go deep" and that he wanted to "mate" with me.

Of course my dumbass young-adult drug-addled mind is going to fall in love with the idea of him.

CONSENT IS NOT DEFINITIVE. I didn't consent to a relationship as two normal people sneaking around. I became a cheating asshole who was misled by a rich & famous liar. I never said what I did was right -- in fact, I made it very clear that I did something wrong, too.

I also said that my story is NOT as bad as the other accusers'. I absolutely do NOT think that I had it worse than anyone else. I think my story is important because it shows that his behavior wasn't limited to people underage.

Hopefully my candor denotes honesty and by admitting my faults in this situation, people can see that Bassnectar's emotional manipulation was real and calculated, and most certainly did not start or end with me.

Side note: Apparently Bassnectar DOES cuddle... I guess he just didn't want to cuddle me that night. Ouch! :)

Edit 6 (7/12): Too many typos to fix so I'm just leaving them now lol. Added detail.

Edit 5 (7/12): Just because I say I'm slutty and I like sluts, doesn't mean every girl/women who was involved with Bassnectar is a slut. I'm just owning that label to change MY narrative for MYSELF. I really don't think there's anything wrong with being slutty -- it's always the rest of the world that has a problem.

I wrote this stream-of-consciousness, so I wanted to mention that sometimes my statements that involve other women may seem brusque, but I'm on the women's side. I mean to convey disdain for the way Bassnectar treated us (as a secret "harem",) rather than jealousy or annoyance toward the women. I hope it comes off that way, but I don't know who is reading this and how some might interpret my words.

Edit 4 (7/10):

Removed names. A story mentioned in this post wasn’t true. Either just a lie (to make someone look bad,) or I don’t remember it properly ‘cause it’s been so long. If it was my fault: my bad. 

Edit 3 (7/7): 

FIXED SOME TYPOS! 

Edit 2 (7/7):

I like sluts. Stop making us feel bad for wanting love *and sex, too. 

Another thought: Bassnectar probably pursued a relationship with me because I had a boyfriend. Therefore, I would be more secretive and would have to take some of the responsibility and guilt in this situation, too. And that is true. I do feel guilty about the lying and sneaking. I think that it was inevitable that I would break up with my then-boyfriend, but it really wasn’t Bassnectar’s place to accelerate the break-up by giving me the impression that Bassnectar would be my boyfriend instead. This wasn’t friendly advice given to me by someone older, this was tactical. It makes me wonder if a lot of girls/women don’t want to come forward because they are afraid that the truth will come out about their own affairs? 

Don’t be afraid to tell your story because women-hating assholes try to dissect and expose your secrets in an attempt to discredit you! Bassnectar is the one who needs to be exposed for HIS indiscretions -- this is about what HE did wrong.  Edit 1 (7/7): 

- Bassnectar told me that he was coming to NYC and because we had an online relationship, I thought that he was coming to see me. My friend told me today that Gov Ball 2013 was the same weekend, so I think he may have actually been in NYC for that reason (I don’t think he was scheduled to play on the flyer,) but I was delusional about it.  - I removed the screenshot of his phone number from the post because I don’t want to violate any doxx rules. I am still willing to compare this phone number with other women/accusers to corroborate our stories. :)  - This is my story told from my perspective. I was an adult and I’m not posting this with the intent of legal action, or revenge (although I do admit that this relationship was devastating and heartbreaking for me.) I just want people to know what kind of person he is. - My story is not as harrowing as some of the other accusers’, but that doesn’t make it invalid. - Even now, reliving everything hurts me and I wish I could say that it was real, but now that I’m older I am wise enough to know that it was all lies. - I stand with the women who Bassnectar has hurt in similar, or worse, ways.  

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My relationship was short-lived, but it was so eventful for me that I remember it clearly. I'm mentioning many minuscule details because I think that could help prove the validity of other victims' stories.

Writing in bullet points because it's easier for me to sort through the memories. I'm calling him Bassnectar because the "Lorin" I was talking to is someone that I feel hurt and appalled by now.

• I don't have social media/email screenshots because I deactivated my Facebook and Twitter years ago. Bassnectar asked me specifically to delete our emails because his "girlfriend had caught him" and asked me to get rid of the evidence because she was "demolished." (I will go into a bit more detail about that later on.)  • I don’t have a “smoking gun” that skeptics are looking for, but that’s what happens when someone asks you to keep everything a secret and delete everything that shows you were communicating.

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• This happened in 2013 over many months, plus Bassnectar texted me a few times about once a year after our "relationship" ended. • I was 22 at the time. I'm from NYC and frequently went to clubs, shows, events, and festivals with my then-boyfriend (who I lived with) & the same group of friends. • Bassnectar was one of our favorite artists and we'd seen him perform several times in several states. • My friends had a private Facebook group where we'd tell each other about shows and make arrangements to travel/meet up/stay over each other's places. • I was very interested in music journalism at the time and occasionally wrote show reviews for my friend's online music magazine. • I actively used Twitter. I basically tweeted at every DJ we liked, and always posted reply screenshots in our private Facebook group to share with my friends. • Things became complicated with my then-boyfriend, but we still lived together. We had recently gotten back together around the first time Bassnectar DM'd me on Twitter.

• Bassnectar responded to a Twitter pic I posted of our mini-fridge with a Bassnectar logo sticker and said that he "liked my fridge" or something. • I screenshotted this and posted it in my group because he was the biggest artist who had responded to me at that point. • I thought I could use this as an opportunity to interview him for my friend's mag. • After I already posted the screenshot in my group and had responded to his DM, he sent another message asking me not to screenshot him because he "hates that." • I deleted the screenshot from the friend Facebook group. I stopped screenshotting and sharing our conversations with my FB group immediately after he asked. • I continued to chat with Bassnectar via Twitter and said that I was a big fan of his merch and that I bought several things at all the shows I've attended. • I asked to interview him at some point in the conversation, and he skirted over the request.  • Instead, he gave me his email (bassnectar2012) and asked me to send him merchandise ideas. • I slapped together a few simple, quick ideas on Photoshop or something and sent them to him.

(I don’t know how to embed a picture on Tumblr lol -- will update.)  • You can see that the image I sent is no big deal, and all the files were similar, but he responded as if they were the greatest things he had ever seen. He definitely made me feel special and talented. • We emailed regularly and relatively frequently for days. • Emails are exchanged back-and-forth and eventually I asked to interview him again and he agreed. • I gave him my number and he called me. My then-boyfriend was aware that I was in contact with Bassnectar, with my original intention of interviewing him. • My then-bf was in the room when Bassnectar called me for the first time. • Bassnectar didn't want to be interviewed; he wanted to get to know me. I agreed to just chat at first. • He told me not to call him Bassnectar because that was his "band" and that I should call him Lorin. • At some point he asked if I had a boyfriend and I told him no, even though things were complicated with my then-bf and we were technically together.       > I know I'm going to be chastised for doing this, but I've learned years ago that I made a bad choice. Honestly, I still wanted an interview, and I am well-known for leading with my sexuality. This is when I started becoming deceitful with my then-partner. Simply put, I was just more enticed by the idea of advancing my career, and eventually the allure of potentially being Bassnectar's girlfriend, so lying seemed best. Just because I’m flawed, too, doesn’t mean Bassnectar did nothing wrong. 

• My then-bf confronted me about not saying that we were together. I felt guilty and the next time I spoke to Bassnectar, I confessed that I was back together with my then-boyfriend and I wasn't single. (I don't remember if it was via text or voice call.) • Bassnectar was upset that I lied, but continued to talk to me nonetheless through text and email.

• He made me feel like my writing was profound and touching, and that we were falling in love. • He would tell me that he wanted to "bring me the sun," or "get me a puppy." He said things that were romantic and poetic and I felt heartened to respond to what I thought was love. • He said he had $10,000 in his mattress and he wanted to get me an apartment in NYC, so I didn't have to live with my then-bf anymore. • He would text me before and sometimes immediately after he played shows then say he was going to sleep by like 12am (typically.) It was easy to keep up with where he was playing via social media.  • He offered to fly me to his show in Red Rocks so I could attend. (I didn't accept.)

• He called me from time-to-time and told me not to tell my then-bf who I was speaking to. • One day he had me call a different phone number, which he said was his "home phone." • He told me a story about a beautiful girl named (removed)? Who he had a falling out with because she mentioned that Bassnectar told her that he didn't like Steve Aoki. (I don't remember that story in detail -- I think he was telling me so I wouldn't tell other people when he talked about other artists.) > Edit (7/10): This person messaged me to say that’s not what actually what happened between them. • One day I was speaking to Bassnectar on the phone and didn't answer when my then-bf called on his way home from college classes (I always answered right away.) He asked who I was speaking to and I admitted "Lorin."

• When I called Bassnectar back, he became annoyed that I told the truth and said that I should tell my then-bf that I meant my girlfriend Lauren instead. • I began to sneak around more, lie more often about who I was speaking to on the phone, and texted or emailed Bassnectar almost every single day. • He said we should skip Camp Bisco 2013 and just spend time together. (Obviously anyone who attended Camp Bisco knows that didn't actually happen lol.) • He was flirtatious, charming, and always offered me tickets to events, or sometimes to fly me to where he was. I didn't accept any of this then.

• He told me that I shouldn't do any drugs, not even smoke weed. All of my friends were casually experimenting back then, and I was equally as candid as I am now about everything I did. He told me not to do drugs at his shows, or any shows, and especially not around guy friends. • Me and my friends traveled to see a show in Philly and stayed with friends. When I texted saying I was mostly with guys (my friend group was mostly guys at the time,) he asked if I "felt safe" and offered to get me a hotel. I thought it was unusual because I always felt very protected by my male friends. • He told me that I shouldn't hang out with guy friends, or have guy friends at all. • He told me that guy friends all wanted to sleep with me and I didn't realize it. • He told me I should eat healthier and exercise regularly -- it was very weird and controlling. He just didn’t want me to be myself.  • He told me that he had a girlfriend who had two abortions. I think because we were talking about relationships?  • He told me that he grew up in a hippie commune and was Christian and he questioned his priest and that his mom was a poet laureate. It just seemed like he wanted me to get to know him at the time. • He told me I was co-dependent with my boyfriend and that I needed to become independent and move out. • He told me I should make lists of my life goals as an independent person and email it to him. • He told me not to tell anyone about us talking. I told all of my girl friends, but it was a "girl code" situation and none of the guys or my then-bf knew what was going on. • We talked A LOT and often, but all of this only happened in a matter of months.

• Time passes and our emotional affair eventually becomes physically intimate when he says that he is going to fly to NYC. This is JUNE 2013! He played at Electric Zoo 2013, but that wasn't until Labor Day, so I'm not sure why he really needed to go to NYC, but it definitely wasn't for a show because me and my friends would have been there. > NOTE (7/7): My friend read this and mentioned that Gov Ball 2013 was the weekend before, so there is a good chance that Bassnectar was already in NYC for some reason and didn't actually come to see me personally like I was led to believe. lol.

• He alleged that he would see me again around Labor Day when he came back for EZoo, too.

• I am from Staten Island, and wasn't totally familiar with Manhattan's layout at the time, but I think that the hotel he was staying at was in Midtown. It's been 7 years since this happened, but I tried my damnedest today to figure out exactly which hotel it was -- there are soo many in that area alone.  • If Bassnectar says any of this isn't true, then he's lying because there will definitely be a plane ticket or something with his name on it to NYC in JUNE 2013. > NOTE (7/7): I thought he was there to see me specifically, so the dates he told me was staying in NYC are probably not 100% accurate, but there is definitely some proof somewhere on his end that he came to NYC for whatever reason. The lies he told me are just coverup to make me lose credibility if this ever came out. 

• He said he had a hotel for three days. I think it was a Mon-Wed? I took off work those days so I could see him everyday that he said he would be in NYC. If he has no record of checking into a hotel around the time I'm citing, then his manager probably did it for him. I believe his name is Carlos. (I'm going by the memory of what Bassnectar told me.)

• Bassnectar met me in person at the Staten Island Ferry (Manhattan side) and we walked to Battery Park and sat on a bench and talked. • I felt extremely shy and awkward because I knew that by meeting up in-person, I had given up with my now-ex. The whole thing was conflicting and unfair to so many people, but it was too late now. • Bassnectar frequently complimented me in person. He said things like, he was dying to smell my neck, that he loved my wrists because they were delicate like a bird's frame.  • He said that he felt self-conscious that he would be recognized because he's used to being recognized in crowds. • He would pet and caress me, but didn't try to kiss me in public. • He told me that he got his hair washed at a hair salon and he gave the hair dresser a ($50 or $100?) tip and looked in the window to see her reaction and she was crying because she was so happy.  • He convinced me to go back to his hotel. We took a cab there. It didn't take that long, which is why I'm convinced it was Midtown. He never told me which hotel it was, but I didn't realize it was actually because he didn't want a trail back to him. I guess it worked.

(I'm about to get very detailed about my memories, so trigger warning for making people feel uncomfortable.)

• When we got to his hotel, he became physical with me very quickly, but he said he wouldn't kiss me first. That I had to do it first. So I did. • It progressed into kissing, cuddling, him touching me all over in bed with our clothes on. He dirty-talked a lot. I also remember that he moaned and grunted a lot, and I wasn't used to any of that. • At one point, I untied his hair and let it down and he joked that I was making sure he was really Bassnectar and not his assistant that I was meeting. • He told me about his go-go dancer friend who had fake boobs. I can't remember why. • I remember him kissing me against the wall, and he said something like, I want to fuck you against the wall and hold you up with only my dick. It was way too specific to forget. (It didn't happen, though.) • We inevitably had full-on sex after the on/off touching/kissing/talking. • He said he didn't want to wear a condom at first, but he thought he should. We did, but it felt like a test to see what I would say. • I remember that he wanted me to have an orgasm, and I instructed him which position worked best for me. • He orgasmed by having sex with me from behind and asked me to look back at him. I remember him draping his long hair over my back. How could I forget that? -_- • One of my girl friends texted me ("How are you plants doing?" was our code phrase) to check in and make sure I was okay because she knew where I was. It was monumental for me, so I told her it was great. • I sat on his lap while he looked at his laptop. • We had these deep conversations about life, and love, and the future and it seemed so real to me at the time. • I remember that I told him I was unsure if we could be boyfriend/girlfriend because he was so much older than me (I think he was 35 at the time?) • He told me about about a girl he loved named X who was also around my age. I didn't think it was that weird because I was convinced he still really liked me best, but he probably had so many "Xs" and I was just another one. • At some point, he commented on Facebook (or Twitter?) in response to someone saying he was Illuminati. Honestly, it was like we were two people hanging out because of how normal everything felt after the sexual tension was gone. 

• I remember having dinner with him at the restaurant across the street and talking about wanting to be a writer and he said I CAN'T WRITE ABOUT HIM EVER. (So it wasn't normal after all.)

• I remember, back at the hotel, he asked me perverted questions like, can you show me how you make yourself orgasm? He asked me to just demonstrate on his hand so he knew what to do next time. • I don't remember much more because I wasn't planning to stay. • My other girl friend had a job interview that day and we decided to meet at the ferry to take it home together. • On my way out, he walked me to the elevator and he gave me $50 to take a cab to the ferry and to use for a cab when I came back to see him tomorrow. (For my fellow New Yorkers who doubt this story, no, that wasn't enough fare for both trips, so the amount is definitely the truth lol.)

• I went to see Bassnectar again the next day. When I asked him for the hotel address or name, he wouldn't give it to me directly. He said it was because of people stalking him or something. I don't fucking know but it was obvious confusing bullshit and I think he gave me an address that was about a block away. I think he even said he would tell the cab driver the address over the phone. There was a lot of runaround to avoid saying the exact address. (Now the reason why seems obvious.)  • My details are a bit fuzzy at this point because I remember meeting him outside the hotel and going up together, but I forget why we met outside and why we were both confused about which street the other person was standing on. • We went up to the hotel room, he worked on music on his laptop, while I sat on his lap and read Trainspotting on my Kindle. • He let me listen to what he was working on, but I don't remember it. I just remember that he was working with female vocals. • He told me he had to meet his guy friend in Williamsburg because his friend was making him lobster. Looking back, it was probably another girl.

• I asked to stay because I wanted to spend more time with him. I texted my now-ex-bf (who I still lived with) that I was staying with my friend. • Bassnectar said that normally he would say no, but for some reason he agreed and left me in the room with the room key and all his stuff. He either really trusted me, or really trusted how much control he had over me to leave me with his laptop. • I left at one point to get pizza, and came back. I watched TV, but couldn't sleep. He got back some hours later and he was drunk off wine, but I just wanted to cuddle and sleep. • He jokingly thanked me for not stealing his things. • Apparently Bassnectar DOESN'T cuddle and made that a point, but he did sleep in bed with me for a bit, before moving to the other bed in the middle of the night. (There were two beds in this hotel room.) • For anyone else who had sleepovers with Bassnectar, you know that he sleeps with his own fans for the white noise. So we slept in separate beds with his own personal fans on. It was all very bizarre. • We didn't have sex this day at all.

• The next morning I went to Duane Reade while he was still sleeping so I could get toiletries and shower since the sleepover was impromptu. • He had a meeting with someone (manager?) who was supposedly coming to stay in the room later that evening? (It was probably another girl though? idk)

• When he got back, he made me go over the list of accomplishments and goals he asked me to email to him. • He told me that I shouldn't be worried about finding someone to be in love with and it should be a lower priority on my list. • He told me that I should get a job at a restaurant or American Apparel or something and get a shitty starter apartment with only girls. • He said that finding an apartment that was pet-friendly shouldn't be a priority at all. I had a pet cat so if I moved out, that meant I would have to leave my cat behind, but that didn't matter to him. • He told me that if I wanted a serious boyfriend, I shouldn't let him see my legs or have sex with him for a long time. • When he finished life-coaching me, we watched a movie together. • He chose Spring Breakers because he was supposedly asked to do the musical score for it and turned it down (that's what he told me.) • At one point in the movie, Vanessa Hudgens jokingly gestures to her friends that she's giving a blowjob, and Bassnectar said he "didn't understand why girls sucked dick." • We had sex once more, more quickly than the first time and with much less romance. I can't remember much because I just remember feeling sad about leaving soon and like he was blowing me off suddenly. • We took a shower together after.

• I packed up my stuff and before I left he gave me $1000 in cash without warning and told me I could use it to help put a down payment for an apartment or something, but I should pay him back because it would be "good for me."    > Looking back, when he left for a short while that    morning, it was probably to take out cash to give    me when I left. • He didn't walk me to the elevator this time and he sat on his laptop while I left feeling very cheap, stupid, and crushed.

• Time passes and we talk less and less. I'm heartbroken, but still make moves to find a job and move out of my ex's ASAP. • I email Bassnectar a diatribe saying I'm feeling hurt and abandoned. I say that I felt betrayed that he made me think we were essentially going to be together after I left my boyfriend and it turned out to be all lies. • I'm having lunch with friends when he calls me and is angry saying that he told me what I should do to make my life better and that he can't just give me a job or do anything for me and that I need to do things for myself. • My friends walk over to the car where I'm on the phone and when I say I'm ready to go, he asks who I'm speaking to and I say, "my friends." • He yells at me and asks why I'm talking to him on the phone when my friends are around (he asked if he could call and I said it was okay, I didn't know we were supposed to be alone.) I tell him I will call him back. • I text him and ask to call back and his mood flipped and he's suddenly super kind and apologetic and tells me he just wants me to be independent. He reminds me that I'M the one who told HIM that he was too old for me and we can't be boyfriend and girlfriend. • I am heartbroken all over again, but I move on with my life and move out within the next month or so.

> I actually did get a waitressing job as per his suggestion and saved money from that + the grocery store I already worked at and moved to BK by August 2013. I didn't use the money he gave me at first because I thought it was a reason for us to see each other again, and I was afraid to spend it in case I couldn't earn enough to pay him back by the time I saw him. (I never saw him again, though.) > In case you're wondering, I did spend it eventually when I started to resent him for blowing me off.

• I speak to Bassnectar very rarely, and only via text. He doesn't call anymore, even when I ask. • One day while I'm at work, he sends me a video of a beach he's supposedly vacationing at. • When we DO speak, he asks for nudes, usually. • When I send them, he says he feels guilty since “he has a girlfriend” and that we should stop. • Contact is so infrequent, when we catch up about my life, he gets annoyed if I mention I'm seeing any guys, but I never think he really cares because he stopped caring about me a long time ago. (If he ever did at all.)

• I still tried for months to maintain any kind of relationship with him because I truly thought we had something special, but he was always too busy for me. It fucking sucked because he was always in the back of my mind now that I was *~independent~* like he said he wanted me to be so many times.

• One random day when I was too busy to chat with him, I remember he actually DID call me because he said he lost a sound file and wanted me to record myself saying "I really like it." A few times to use on a track. I guess I took too long to get back bc 15 mins later, he texted to say he got it from someone else. I couldn't do it anyway because I was dealing with some other personal stuff. I forgot about it soon after. • I didn't listen to the album NSVB for a long time after it came out bc I was still hurt, but when I did.... I heard that fucking sound bite in whatever song it's on (I really don't care to know) and it fucked me up. • I was conflicted thinking, shit, did I blow my last chance for "us" ? I was still hung up on this asshole as if he were just some ex because of that emotional manipulation. • Would that have solidified what we supposedly had? Or would that have just been another way he used me? I began to resent him.

• Fast forward a few months and I'm drunk with my girl friend at home and text Bassnectar for the lols. I say that I should ask him for tickets to BASSLIGHTS 2013 in VA to make up for him being such an asshole. • Surprisingly he agrees on the condition that I only go with girl friends, don't do any drugs, and say that the Tix are left for me because I interviewed him. (Don't forget that no interview ever happened!)

• Before Basslights, he texts me and even asks me what songs he should play and I don't realize he's just stringing me along. Presumably it was just another plot to hook up. • Before we leave for VA, my friend who is driving admits that one of her OTHER friends secretly knows Bassnectar so we might be able to get into some party or backstage. Sooooo I guess she was another one of his "harem" that he was having a secret relationship with. (I don't mean anything negative towards that girl/woman, just that Bassnectar probably saw us this way and was playing *at least* the two of us at this time.) • My friends and I drive from NYC to VA and miss Bassnectar's set the first night because we arrived late, but the Tix were waiting for me at the box office. • If you get Bassnectar's guest list for Basslights 2013, my real name is on there. I'm sure a lot of other girls he manipulated are on there, too. • Bassnectar texts me and asks what I think of the show and I say I missed it. • He says he was thinking of me a lot during the show. • He texts me saying I should let him "vroom vroom in my girl power." Obviously he's alluding to sex, and I show the text to the friend who was at my place when I asked him for the Tix. He won't send a cab to get me at my hotel when I say sure, though, because he "has a girlfriend" again and he would feel bad. Maybe he was annoyed that I missed his set, maybe he picked someone else, maybe he actually was with his gf? Whatever. • I told him I didn't feel comfortable texting like that anymore because he said he had a gf. • He tells me I'm a good person.

• I am so hurt that I don't answer his texts at all anymore. • We go to Basslights night 2 and I get suuuuper fucked up with my friends (because fuck him) and have an awesome time and disassociate Bassnectar from his controlling bullshit. • I ignore him all the way back to NYC and just text to say I'm home. • He sends me an URGENT text saying that his gf suddenly found out about his gross infidelity and begs me to please delete all of our emails and texts. • I'm stupid and kind and fucking over him so I do it. He knew I would because he knew I was too nice of a person not to. • Bye bye evidence, though. :(  I regret deleting those emails even now because I knew this misconduct shit would come out eventually with him.

• LOTS OF TIME PASSES. Now and again, Bassnectar would text me just to say what's up and I'd barely respond. This only happened approximately once a year. • I'm pretty sure this was just to make sure he was on my good side and there wasn't a chance that I was going to expose him. • I think the last time he texted me first was all the way back in 2016.

• The last few times we spoke were when he had a cancer scare and I texted to say sorry. • When I went to Moonrise Festival, I asked if we could meet and he blew me off. It's been so long, I didn't really expect him to say yes, but it was worth a try. • When me and my friends went to Electric Zoo and he closed, I texted him saying that we couldn't hear well from where we stood and left early. I think he was offended because he replied saying that no one else complained. • The last time I spoke to him, I knew he was playing at an event near me and asked for tickets again so I could see him and he said he would be with his girlfriend. It was a one-off thing and I thought it was worth the try. •There were no cordial conversations in-between the times I contacted him at all. Just me being lonely and single and still hanging on to this idyllic version of him that never fucking existed in the first place. 

• I'm much older now and I know that a lot of this happened because of choices I made, but I was 22, starstruck, in a confusing relationship, partying, and desperate for an ethereal love that I sought in that music scene.

• I bet Bassnectar specifically targeted girls like me because (at least in my case) I was depressed, pumped full of mind-altering chemicals, pretty, and lonely. He acted like I was a unique, artistic, lost soul and he made me believe that he was the only one who could save me.

• At 22, you don't realize that a man 13+ years older than you shouldn't be asking you to keep your conversations a secret from everyone, asking you for nudes, asking you to lie to/break up with your boyfriend, inviting you to hotels, offering you gifts, and straight up giving you cash that you didn't ask for.

• But that man DEFINITELY knows he's doing something wrong, otherwise he wouldn't be sharing that hush money with you, or asking you to hide and delete everything.

• Because he would text me once in a while saying something like, "You cross my mind all the time," it would be enough for me to hang on to this hope that *maybe* there was still a chance. I couldn't see that it was just another manipulation tactic that worked well on me because I was still feeling the effect of the emotional annihilation from so long ago. :(

• I loathe how he made me feel for so long and it breaks my heart to know that there are so many other girls who were taken advantage of in worse ways by this egotistical LIAR in his position of power. Seriously, Bassnectar, fuck you.

ALSO: not sure if this was his burner phone or what, but here are the last two digits of the # he always contacted me with (sent in the DM). If any other victims want to corroborate by comparing numbers... Let me know.

(I REMOVED THE SCREENSHOT OF THE PHONE NUMBER IN CASE IT VIOLATES ANY DOX RULES, BUT I CAN SEND IT TO YOU DIRECTLY IF YOU ARE CONTACT WITH ME!) :)

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