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[afraidparade]

uncle cas i wanna post my g/t artworks online but im scared to since my friends know my ocs... what do i do...

i also feel funny (i cant really explain it) when i draw g/t even though i like it a lot, and i dont know how to deal with it cuz i just wanna feel normal, do you have any tips?

hmm i definitely understand, it’s not a bad thing at all to like g/t but at the same time it does feel very taboo and lots of people (like you and me) have boundaries with it and don’t want g/t to mix with certain parts of our lives. the good news is - and i can speak from experience - you’re most likely overthinking it. the internet is a really big place, and the chances of your friends stumbling across this stuff are super low, unless they’re looking for it for some reason (in which case hey now you have something to bond over lolol)

i recommend making a new account and turning off any contact synch settings (phone number & email linking stuff), and if you’re super worried you can block your friends’ accounts. but something that’s helped me is that if your friends DO stumble on your g/t stuff, they should be willing to hear you out about your interests and support you, whether they understand the appeal or not. if they ostracize you for it, then they weren’t a good friend in the first place, yaknow?

of course i still keep my g/t stuff private so maybe i’m not one to talk, but that helped me be at peace with the possibility i guess. but like if my dumb g/t animation can hit 1 million views and still no one recognizes my other stuff from that then it’s safe to say most of my worries were me overthinking hahaha

the community is very kind though and would love to see your stuff :-) it may feel nerve wracking at first to start posting but then it becomes very fun and a great means of escapism and self-expression once you get the hang of it, trust your dear old uncle cas

[dingo-ate-my-hot-lettuce-crazy]

Rearview - Chapter 7 - Brick By Brick

Summary: A difficult conversation still paves the way for hope between Dean and the reader.

Characters: Dean, others mentioned

Word Count: 4.3K

Warnings: cursing, angst, angst, angst, mentions of domestic violence, mention of drugs, uhhhh, late, bad stuff, sad staff, mad stuff, smad stuff

Author's Note: im not going to lie im slightly tipsy but who knows if that made this chapter better if not im sorry I didn't write it- she did (points to mirror)

Songs: Fade into You by Mazzy Star

Series Masterlist - Chapter 8

You slept through the night for the first time in weeks.

Though, it did take a moment to remember where exactly you are. Your head turns to the opposite side of the king-size bed, reaching a hand out to the recently cold sheets, and it’s vacant. The slate grey comforter is folded away from the pillows in your direction, haphazardly bunching near your midsection. You take in the room around you now that it’s delicately brightened with streams of morning sunlight coming from the double-hung window, illuminating the room with a welcoming glow. There’s two identical wood nightstands adorning each side of the bed, a dark walnut-wood with a top and bottom drawer. The room wasn’t huge or anything, but big enough for the necessities and then some. The digital clock that sits on the nightstand closest to Dean’s side reads 9:12 AM. 

At least seven hours of uninterrupted sleep. Free from nightmares, waking up every thirty minutes, or just fitful rest. The Ativan definitely helped.

You’re almost drawn back to sleep as your head sinks into the pillow, like an anchor to the water when you lie back. It takes an effort to keep your eyes open, and you figure the medication is going to make you groggier in the morning for the next couple of days. Your hand reaches over to the phone sitting on the empty stand next to you, looking at the notifications missed from last night.

You can’t even bring yourself to fully react as you reread the text that had set everything off.

Is it really anonymous?

Dean should know. And you’re going to tell him.

That familiar sense of dread returns to your body, but it’s more heavy than it is anxiety-inducing. There’s still a weight of reluctance that sits on your chest. You envy those who get a release from talking about what’s on their mind.

While your phone is still open, an email notification pops up on the top of the screen. You click and begin skimming– 

Subject: Medical Leave Notification - Recommended Resting Period

To Whom It May Concern, This email serves to inform you that our patient was seen at Wayward Medical Center on September 21st. Following a medical evaluation, a three-day resting period is advised to aid in their recovery from acute stress disorder. This mandatory resting period is recommended to grant our patient to focus on their recovery. The recommended leave dates are September 22nd to September 24th, inclusive. We anticipate our patient will be able to resume their regular activities on September 25th. We understand this may require adjustments, and we appreciate your understanding and cooperation in supporting our patient’s recovery during this time. Should you have any urgent questions, you may contact our office with the number mentioned at the bottom of the email. Sincerely, Wayward Medical Center - Patient Services

So no school or work for the next three days.

What the hell will I do with myself?

Setting the phone back down on the nightstand, you aim to start your day figuring out what exactly is next. You swivel your legs to plant your feet on the hardwood floor underneath you, and your eyes catch on Dean’s sweatpants and large, draping T-shirt pooling at your waist.

The only clothes you had on last night at the hospital were your work clothes, so before the two of you got into bed, he offered you a pair of his sweats and a red tee with short-sleeves that almost draped to your elbows, with the mascot of the college you both attend on the front with lettering on the back.

There’s a distant opening and closing of a fridge door, and soft clanking of metal, pots and pans if you had to guess. And when you really listen, you can hear a faint humming, and you don’t even realize your lips turning upwards as you recognize the familiar riff from Stranglehold by Ted Nugent. 

Standing up proves to be a slight challenge, as you have to use the bed to steady yourself as your eyes almost clouded around the edges with black spotting at the immediate movement. It’s short-lasted thankfully, and you stand completely after a second of deep breathing and concentration on staying upright. You bite your cheek to keep yourself in check as you follow the comforting hum, leading you out of the bedroom as you’re hit with a wave of the ambrosial smell of breakfast foods. Bacon is slightly more overpowering but in the mix of aromas there’s something more on the sweet side you can’t put your tongue on. From the bedroom door you shuffle directly into the small kitchen on your right, where Dean is flipping french toast in a large frying pan.

In grey sweatpants. And then nothing above.

Upon hearing your feet scuffle against the floor, Dean peaks over his right shoulder and a smile takes the place of the concentrated purse of his lips as he shakes the pan back and forth on the stove as the foods intermittently sizzle in the oils.

“Hey,” he drawls warmly, his voice still low and raspy from little use.

You raise your eyebrows with a charmed grin as you watch him, glancing between him and the stove. You lean against the wall next to the door frame, your hands in between the small of your back and the wall. 

“Are we sure that I didn’t die? I’m pretty sure this is what Heaven looks and smells like.” 

Dean lips tighten into a thin-line, a staccato laugh from the back of his throat sounds even though his mouth is closed.

“You know,” he sets the spatula down on the counter, lowering the heat of the pan as he slowly turns to walk to you with a subtle sharp glint in his eyes, “That would be funny if you weren’t actually on the brink of death last night.”

You grimace, “Too soon?”

Dean’s hands travel to your waist, pulling you closer to him, and thankfully you see a lightness still in his eyes, “Just a little.”

He leans down to press a gentle kiss to your lips, pulling your body to his with a delicate intensity. Almost like he’s afraid that you’ll collapse again– afraid that you’ll slip from his grasp.

And then he pulls away.

“Good morning.”

You're a little lost, your eyes looking between his pair. There’s no oxygen in the room besides him right now. Breathless, you find yourself again as a grin spreads as casually as you will it across your face.

“It is.”

Dean’s smile is lopsided at your response and his hands slide to your shoulders. He squeezes them gently, brushing them down your arms comfortingly. “You’re feeling better, right?”

“Yeah,” You exhale the breath you didn’t know you’re holding as you relax into his hold, “I’m still a little groggy from that Ativan, but yeah, I’m better.”

“Good...” Dean looks relieved, and he steps backwards, releasing you from his grip but still holding your gaze as moves back to the stove to proudly show up the plethora of food in the pan.

“Because I’ve got enough breakfast to feed a small village.” Four slices of french toast, bacon strips and eggs all fit in his gargantuan frying pan as he angles it for you to see.

“Or maybe two hungry college kids,” you float closer to his pride and joy of ensemble of foods and your nose instinctively takes an exaggerated whiff at the sweet and savory blend that hovers in the kitchen. You feel his care in that smell. In just his cooking, you feel something click. It might’ve been something small to other people, but for you, it means the butterflies still make their flights, swirling their wings with a restorative sense of peace. A taste of intimacy that had long since slipped its way into your heart.

Is this what a real relationship feels like?

“Dean, you didn’t have to–”

He cuts you off with another quick peck on the lips.

“Wanted to. Plate–” he barely pays any mind to your thanks as he practically drops it into your hand, giving you no other choice at the moment than to help yourself.

It didn’t seem like he’s blowing off your appreciation, not at all. There’s a hint of a watchful smile on his face the whole time you fill up your plate with his food. No, it almost as if Dean was expected to do this for you. Like there was no other choice than to spoil you.

Dean definitely decorated his own apartment. You can tell; everything is simple and minimalistic. But cleanly, for a guy, you may add.

While his apartment doesn’t yield much space, his “dining room” is directly ahead of his kitchen on the far side of his bedroom, and is nothing more than a round top table that fits three guests at most. It’s almost farmhouse style the way that the wood finish with a slight rusticity to it, and his two chairs are classically Windsor-styled, a little splayed and painted black.  

A man’s color in a man’s living quarters. You almost laugh aloud at your own mockery of the principle.

Dean probably just doesn’t give a fuck. He probably bought the first one’s he saw.

Though his apartment may need a touch of character, you have zero critiques for his cooking. You swear you’ve stepped into a Michelin-Star breakfast joint with how good everything is. The bacon is crisp, and all sorts of good fatty, and you don’t even like over-easy eggs but the ones he put on your plate are cooked to perfection. And the French toast... best you’ve ever had. More than just a sugary bread, but it’s surprisingly flavorful. Little bit of cinnamon and nutmeg, Dean winks at you, like he’s fresh out of Top Chef. 

It’s hard to eat everything, but you manage to eat more than you thought you were capable of. Dean coaxes you to stuff more down somehow with his repeated plea, “One more bite?”

There are about five one more bites before you hit the back of the chair waving a white flag.

Dean even takes your plate for you once you relinquish it, and begins to clean up the kitchen, stuffing the last bits of your food into his own mouth. He nonchalantly stuffs the last bits of your food into his mouth as he shuffles toward the sink. A satisfied hum escapes him, earning you a quiet chuckle as you watch. After a moment—giving your stomach time to settle just enough—you follow him to help dry the dishes he’s washing.

“You know, you’re supposed to be resting,” he says, a slight scold in his tone as he eyes you in his peripheral view, reaching for the towel slung on his shoulder.

“I don’t think drying dishes is going to wear me out any.” You light-heartedly scoff at his caring insistence. “It’s the least I can do for you after all this.”

Dean shrugs indifferently, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “It was nothin’, really,” he adds, “I did this for the maintenance guy last week.”

“Oh,” you snort, a contained giggle escaping, “here I thought I was special.”

“You kidding? You are special. He didn’t get his service with a view.” Dean lazily brings his hand up the lengths of himself, gesturing to his bare torso. 

“Wow, I have my own Hooter’s guy.” You tease with sardonic proudness.

Dean turns his gaze to you with an unamused eyebrow raise, before going back to the dishes in his hand, shaking his head with a soft laughter. When the conversation quiets, you clear your throat. “I’m not trying to dine and dash, I promise—but, uh, when do you need me out of here?”

“Out of here?” Dean looks to you like you grew a second head, “I don’t need you out. Stay as long as you’d like.”

“I- Dean, I do have an apartment.” you protest with a small, grateful grin, “I appreciate the offer, but I somehow have to get back on track. And you probably have stuff to do…” 

“What ‘stuff’?” He gives you a challenging stare.

You open your mouth to answer, though nothing short of a couple of huffs are released as you shrug, “I don’t know, but this whole thing has probably derailed some kind of plans you had.”

Dean turns the sink faucet off, leaning against the extended counter of the sink with both hands, with a knowing look painted on his face, “You probably would’ve been the plans, you know?”

You bite your lip, turning your gaze downward at something apparently interesting on the mountain of now-clean dishes.

Dean inhales and faces you with his hip resting against the counter as he crosses his arms. You can’t help but notice the definition of his toned upper-body, as his resting hands unconsciously perk up his biceps from underneath.

“It’s Sunday,” he begins, his tone gentle but assertive, “The shop’s closed, there’s no class. You are my plans.”

He takes in your expression, reading you for anything underlying your concern for his schedule.

“Unless you’re itchin’ to go back? But, I wanna make sure someone’s there to take care of you.”

You shake your head and meet his apprehensive expression with a wave of dismissal, “I don’t need a babysitter. I’d just be in bed or doing homework.”

He points a chiding finger to you, “That’s exactly what I mean. That’s not resting. Homework spelled backwards is ‘stress’—and you can’t be stressed.”

Your gaze sharpens with a touch of amusement, essentially screaming, "oh, really?"

“Alright, so I didn’t make the Spelling Bee– sue me,” Dean says with a wry twist of his lips, though his intonation turns a bit more serious, “My point still stands. You should be taking it easy today. You don’t need to be doing anything right now. I don’t think this acute stress thing is somethin’ you can just walk off.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes at the reminder, “I can’t just get rid of my stress– it’s not the homework or anything, it’s just…situational.”

Dean’s head tilts slightly, eyes narrowing in genuine confusion, “What– what does that mean?”

And here you are, reaching for the pin and letting everything loose on your own accord.

A deep breath. “Nick, my ex…he’s been stalking me.”

Dean’s expression hardens at the familiar admission. “You told me he was trying to text you like a month ago. He’s still at it?”

“Not… not just online anymore,” you reply quietly, clearing your voice of that inevitably waver that’s bound to give yourself away, “There’s a car—a black Dodge Challenger—and it parks or waits near my classes and Silver & Flames, like it’s lying in wait. I got texts trying to get me to the student union alone, and it was there…”

“And that’s Nick’s car?” Dean asks, his tone woven with unyielding protectiveness.

You scoff, the idea seeming unbelievable.“When I was with him, he had this beat-up red Camry that looked like it had been around since the dinosaurs. But his license got suspended for a while– he couldn’t pay off a couple of tickets that had been on his record.” You shrug, feeling hopeless with the lack of solid information to back your assumptions, “He could’ve paid off the tickets by now, for all I know.”

Dean’s eyes narrow further. “Yeah, but if he couldn’t afford to pay off a ticket, how the hell would he have a Dodge Challenger? Those aren’t something you pick up at a mom-and-pop car shop—they’re expensive.”

You inhale, running a hand through your hair with your back against the counter with rampant memories and details making their way into your head, “When things ended between us, he was dealing. I don’t know how much he’s managed to rack up since then.”

“Drug dealing? Your ex was a dealer?” His brows furrow with a mixture of shock and concern.

You quirk a brow, his reaction not phasing you by much. It’s to be expected. Your arms now mirror Dean’s as they cross in front of your chest. “Last I remember, he was still selling.”

Dean tries to feel out what exactly that entails, “Like what—party drugs? Weed and Molly and shit like that?”

“And heroin, and DMT, and ketamine, and a lot of other stuff I don’t even know how to pronounce.” You rattle off like the darker days were just yesterday.

“Was he using too?” Dean presses.

“Yeah. Most of the time,” you admit softly.

“Even with you around?” 

“Yeah,” you confirm with a whisper.

His gaze sharpens. “So what was he like?” he asks gently, though there’s an evident edge in his voice, like he’s reigning in most of the incredulousness directed at this Nick character he’s learning about.

You glance down, trying to find the words– any words to make sense of the past, “When we first started dating, he had this front—I thought it was just Nick, his charm or whatever. But even after a couple of weeks, I start to see glimpses of the real Nick through the cracks. Warning signs, really. I thought he’d change– I hoped he’d change. Guess I just figured that if I could be my best self with him, maybe he’d be his best self too.”

Dean raises a knowing brow, “I’m takin’ it he wasn’t.”

“No,” your voice low and firm, enunciating for emphasis, “No, he was not.”

You continue, “He was manageable at first—relatively put together when he was going to class. And we did fight, but it wasn’t anything crazy then. He’d get distant, and I’d have to apologize even though it wasn’t my fault. Just typical couple bullshit. Then, at around the three-month mark, his roommate transferred colleges. And before I could fully settle in my apartment, he asked if I wanted to move in with him. Looking back, I realize how big of a fuck-up that was. Three months is nothing. I should’ve slapped myself for saying yes.”

“You get to make those kinds of mistakes,” Dean says, softening a bit. “You’re still young—it happens.”

“Yeah, well, this mistake cost me. It still costs me.”

Dean looks at you with an uneasy stare, almost unwanting to ask for you own sake, “What happened when you moved in?”

You notice your voice gets a little weaker, “It was fun and dandy for a little while. Once we were settled, we were like any other couple. Until that next spring semester. He started working a lot– taking extra shifts. He was flunking out of class, and eventually he just dropped out. I found out he started using and selling at his job—first to his friends, then friends of friends would stop by the apartment asking for him, until he had a list of buyers.”

“Wait—he would deal at the apartment?” His tone low and thunderous.

“Sometimes, yeah,” you reply, like it was nothing. “Other times, I’d be in class.” You scoff with your own disbelief this time, “I don’t know what he was thinking. He wasn’t exactly dumb…I just don’t think he cared about anything once he started using consistently.”

“Did he–” One concern in particular on the tip of Dean’s tongue before he backs away from it by a hair, “Was he dangerous?”

“I mean, he crashed my car–” You bitterly reply thinking back on that whole situation.

“Woah, woah, woah, hold on…” Dean stands up straighter, though he keeps one hand tightly braced against the counter still, “This was the guy that totaled your car? While you were in it? And never paid you back?”

Dean’s brain seems to jump ahead, the smoke leading him to the fire.

“He didn’t–” He has a hard time even asking, “He never did anything else, did he?”

Everything seems to still in your silence– in your own telling silence.

“Did he?”

And the dam is full. Little streams of water spill over, and there are cracks in the foundation, but you hold is together as the tears in your eyes form– but don’t yet fall.

“I want his name– full name.”

Alarm sounds ring in your head at his hauntingly calm statement paired with the wrath in his eyes as he walks over to his keys on the opposite end of the counter.

Your eyes widen with panic, following his movement as you’re glued to your spot on the floor, “Dean–”

He interjects, “No, really. What’s his last name? What’s his address? I mean, he’s got the balls to do all this stalking after all the havoc he’s caused. Maybe he needs a little taste–”

You almost fall into his chest, your hands splayed on his chest as you look to him with that raw anxiety that’s pummeled it’s way to the surface like the torrent of words fumbling from your lips, “Dean, I know you mean well, but it scares me—please, don’t.” Your voice trembles as you push through the strain in your throat.

Dean stops immediately, his eyes dramatically softening at your begging. Frustrated for you, he huffs, “He can’t do this to you, not when it’s clearly messing with your everyday life. We can go to the police, or…” You shake your head, your tone small and defeated, “I can’t, Dean.”

He doesn’t understand. “Why not?”

“Because I—I don’t have anything definite. I don’t even have a license plate number, and there’s been nothing direct. The texts don’t really say he’s gonna hurt me, so the cops can’t do anything.” Dean’s jaw sets. “Have you tried?”

You practically whine, pacing away from him now. “No, but–”

He cuts in, “Then I’ll go with you. Just tell them it’s been a month and that Nick or one of his friends keeps following you, and it’s already caused you to go to the hospital from the stress.” You bite your lip, finding the last bit of firmness in your voice. “If we don’t have concrete evidence, if it’s not 100 percent him, what are they supposed to do?”

Dean’s eyes narrow as he takes a step closer. “I don’t—” He hesitates, blowing out a loud breath of enraged despair, then continues matching your tone, “We can’t just sit around and do nothing. I can’t sit around knowing you’re too scared to even walk to work or class.”

There’s a beat of quiet.

Then words that are louder than which they are spoken.

“Can you file for domestic abuse?”

Your lip wobbles, and you can’t quite face him, “I– please…” Dean calmly steps over to you, almost like you're a cornered animal, and his hands move, almost instinctively, to cradle your face gently. “Did he ever hurt you? Can you give them a statement?” he presses with anguish, and you can hear the pain in his own question.

“I don’t have anything to show them. They only have my word,” you squeak, feeling the weight of your helplessness as a tear spills over your cheek.

“But your word is enough!” Dean protests as he lets you go. “They could keep it on record—in case someone else ever comes for–”

“I can’t!” 

You choke out a sob, shaking your head as memories of bruises and harsh words flash behind your eyes.

“We have to do something!” Dean’s heart is breaking for you, and you can tell–

But he can’t know the rest. Only the stakes.

“He threatened my life! I can’t go to the police without solid proof, or he’d hurt me—hurt everyone around me. Cas beat the hell out of him to get me out of that goddamn place after the car accident, and now Nick is one excuse away from going after Cas– I know it.”

Dean’s expression is melting in front of you at the agonizing truth. He breathes your name softly to himself, utterly helpless, as he rakes a hand through his hair before he grimaces looking away from you, “I’m not supposed to do this. I’m not supposed to stress you out right now, I–”

He stops, like he can’t even believe himself.

You stay rooted. “It’s okay.”

“No- No, it’s not.” Dean shakes his head before inching closer to you.

His troubled gaze, still filled with unspoken pain, remains fixed on the space behind you for a moment before he envelops you in his arms with a nudge so light it could’ve been the wind. You know he can feel the slight shiver that runs through you.

“Maybe—maybe we don’t have enough evidence yet, but we’ll get it. I can walk with you to class, to work; I’ll drive you if you let me, whatever it takes…” His voice is low, steady, determined.

“Dean,” you breathe into him, letting his warmth and concern seep into you like salve on a lasting burn, “one step at a time. We’ll figure it out.”

He sighs against your hair, head still resting on yours. “I know, I know,” he murmurs, his tone softening, and he scoffs bitterly. “I just hate the fact that my girlfriend can’t even walk out of her own apartment without feeling like she’s in danger.”

You freeze at his words and back up slightly to see his face– almost checking to see if he heard himself. Your eyes still rimmed red from earlier tears as you glance up at him but a ghost of a smile forms despite the pain. “Your ‘girlfriend’, hm?”

His mouth twitches, a chuckle breaking the heaviness for a split second. “Well… was hopin’ so. I figured we were there, just never really said it out loud.”

“’S nice,” you say, resting your head against his neck, the word trailing off into a quiet, tentative promise.

Dean huffs a laugh, half-mocking, half-relieved. “Yeah? Okay, then… it’s settled.” He presses his forehead against yours, his breath warm against your skin. “We’ll figure it out.”

Yeah, the word barely slips from your lips.

And you hope with everything left in you that he’s right.

a/n: short and painful 😀 im tired

taglist: @suckitands33 @globetrotter28 @supernotnatural2005 @star-yawnznn @muhahaha303

[roomeight]

Blur and Eleven Management's response to the Graham Coxon allegations

I have seen some questions around whether the band has acknowledged Graham Coxon's allegations, so I want to clarify and add to the masterpost. Please note I am only posting this for information and not as a call to action.

Tldr: yes, the band knows about the allegations. No, they have not responded and have gone so far as to delete tweets mentioning GC allegations tweeted at the band members...especially before they released the reunion show tickets. Graham and Alex have immediately blocked a fan if they tweet at them about it. Again, so any mention of allegations is buried.

Michelle and Dave

Dave's girlfriend Michelle went so far as to personally email a group of young fans to tell them that Essy was a "jilted lover" and continued the conspiracy theory of Graham's alt accounts just being scammers - despite Rose herself following Graham's alt instagram account 🤷 - the one he uses to follow young fans and DM them.

Graham and Toby using fans to seed misinformation

Toby McFarlane, Graham's old bandmate went so far as to work with young fans to trick britpopabuse by giving the kids "Graham's phone number", who they then gave to britpopabuse.

"Graham's phone number" was actually Toby's phone and Graham had recorded a voicemail on Toby's phone to make it sound legit. They were taking the piss and trying to make britpopabuse look bad/unreliable source of truth. Yes. That did happen.

At one point Graham instructed the Mexican fans he was close with (Mirja and Scarlett who were thrilled he was talking to them again after he and Essy broke up) to create disinformation by claiming that Michelle's (the main victim) text messages were fake in a video, more on that here.

This is Mirja with Graham in the image below, for context. Mirja, Scarlett and Michelle (victim) allegedly have been in contact with Graham in-person/online since ~2013, which has been backed up by other fans around that time.

Essy & Fandom reaction to Scarlett videos

~2020: Blurhatesme found and gathered evidence of what Scarlett (the Mexican fan mentioned) had posted publicly on her Instagram: stories of Scarlett and Graham at a hotel, him buying her a stuffed Pokémon, and them eating food together in their hotel room. Blurhatesme started an Instagram account to share these photos and videos with the fandom, calling for people to hold Graham accountable and to protect young fans.

This came out somewhat close to the time Graham and Essy split. Essy did see some of the content of Graham with Scarlett (Essy viewed it on a fan's insta story and blurhatesme story), so Essy was aware of Scarlett. Make of that what you will.

Emails sent to Eleven Management

~2022: Britpopabuse and coxonexpose sent emails to Eleven Management regarding victims who Graham allegedly SA'ed (coxonexpose). No response from Eleven Management.

Britpopabuse started an Instagram account, hinting at the allegations and encouraging victims to come forward with the hopes of getting Eleven to take action on the SA allegations against Graham, as Eleven had ignored all emails of the abuse sent to them about Graham.

Graham's response

Graham's twitter account then went black for almost an entire year. This was extremely out of character. No tweets. He would only like twt posts that were misogynistic, supporting transphobes like Jordan Peterson, or inferring Essy was a narcissist/of parental alienation (both pro and critical Graham fandom interpreted these likes the same).

As soon as The Guardian journalists stepped back, Graham began tweeting again. Shortly thereafter he announced an autobiography, in which he spoke poorly of Essy (renamed Soraya in his book).

So yes, the band and Eleven Management know, and they choose to respond with silence, to not draw attention to the Graham Coxon allegations, despite two fans being allegedly SAed by GC twice (coxonexpose) - one fan being groped at a concert (young fan), and another non-consentual sex.

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Changelog:

25/28/01 - Clarified intent, fixed some typos and some names, and liked tweets re: parental alienation.

[my-castles-crumbling]

Anon Advice Asks - February 18

outed anon, genderqueer anon (new), hijab anon (new), panromantic anon, intrusive thoughts anon

Outed Anon

Hello Cas this is outed anon (again lol i keep comming back)

This isn't really a vent post im just frustrated about smth and need to let it out lol

So in my country you cant have a private chat with a teacher. This law is ok but it also doesnt allow contact through librus (an official side with grades and shit i have no idea if yall have it in america im sorry) if its not on the weekdays.

Now im in the drama club and this is my first year attending so im one for younger people there ("first time in drama club, kinda nervous"). Unfortunatelly everyone is pretty lazy and im one of the people that do things when nobody wants to do so. Its annoying af but im living.

Now there is an art festival and the teacher who is in the club wanted to participate. She asked who could sign us in and do the 'paper work' (answer emails, calls, write them and keep an eye on deadlines). The crowd was silent so i said i could do it. Turned out people offered NO HELP. When i asked things i needed from them to sign us in (their full name and age) i was left on READ and they only answered when the teaher asked them to. Im on my last fay of the winter break and i just got an email from the festival that we unfortunatelly didn't got in because we didn't choose a date they will watch us play. I ASKED THE GRUP CHAT TO CHOOSE DATES. no answer. They had the CONTACT WITH THE TEACHER (her phone number i think) and they had no problems in asking her to choose. In act of desperation i wrote her an email on librus asking to please choose the date because noone is helping and im not going to choose a date because they will be like "oh but i cant why did you chose this" "but i have a doctor i cant goo". Now I have to go there, say we didn't got in, listen to them whine how they wpuld do it better (no one wanted to do it) and that now we need to way a year to participate again. I cant i have one of the lead roles and im thinking about droping this shit because im reciving no help, its my first year in thi fucking school, im not that liked in class, i have to deal with people older th3n me WHINE into my ear how they dont think im doing the right thing. I Just CANT.

Thankfully my friend who is also in the drama club said she will take over my role if anything goes the wrong way (thank gods for her kind soul) so i dont have to worry about the hole in the cast left after i leave.

I also got a shitty role so i aint doing that

Yeah thats all as i said its not really a vent im just angry lol

Hi <3

Honestly it sounds like this is the fault of the other students in the club- not you or the teacher. And now they get the consequence- nobody gets to go to the festival. I'm so sorry nobody was supportive, but if people give you shit, I'd just nicely be like "yeah, I wish more people replied to my messages" and leave it at that. You have a right to be angry, imo.

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Genderqueer anon

Hi cassss!!!

I’ve been wondering about this for a while now. Am I transphobic?

For context, I'm genderqueer. That's because I always had weird feelings about gender but not enough to be a trans man. I like people seeing me as masc and being confused about my gender, and genderqueer seemed appropriate.

I like girls. And everyone under the Enby umbrella. But I don't like dicks. Not at all.

I think trans women are women and trans men are men. I use people’s preferred pronouns (I mean we don't have gendered pronouns in my language, but I do it online). I don't like guys (not anyone who isn't fictional anyway) and I like trans girls CUZ THEY ARE FUCKING GIRLS. I believe that trans women (and enbies alike) deserve to be in sapphic and lesbian spaces and communities

But I wouldn't want to have sex with an amab trans individual who didn't have bottom surgery. Because I don't like dicks. Not specifically penetrative sex, just anything to do with a penis.

And there is a chance that I can be aegosexual anyway. In that case, it might not even matter. I’ll figure that out much later.

The last thing I want to be is a transphobe. My internal homophobia went away on its own, but I had to dismantle both my internal and external transphobia manually, and I really fucking hate transphobes.

I know most trans people don't care about what an individual thinks, and there aren't trans folks flooding the gates to be in a relationship with me, but I feel guilty about my exclusionism

Nope, this is not transphobic! If you said you didn't want to be with a trans woman because you think they're not a woman, then that would be transphobic. But not liking dicks is just a preference, and that's completely fine. You're allowed to like what you like and dislike what you dislike!

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Hijab Anon

Hi!

I’m not sure if you would be able to give me advice but I’m gonna ask anyway bcs maybe you could lol

So I’m in Highschool and I live with my parents.

My parents are super religious Muslims and I’m also Muslim I was raised Muslim and I also wear the hijab and my problem is that I’m also bisexual and I’ve come to terms with that and I’m happy with my label but my parents are very homophobic at some point a few years ago they found out I’m bi and completely pulled me out of school and made me cut off all contact with my old friends and I was so scared and lost for a long time. We’re in a better place now with them thinking I’ve “healed” and I’m straight now.

And I just don’t know what to do I love my parents so much and I don’t want to cut off contact when I get to university bcs that means I won’t only lose them I’ll lose my siblings too (who also share my parents beliefs) and my parents are meant to pay for my university when I get there and I’m scared to risk that too.

I also don’t have any friends to talk to about this due to being put into a Islamic school after everything that went down before and I can’t risk coming out to my friends and seeing if they would support me.

I really don’t know what to do and sometimes that feels really scary

-🧕

Hi! First of all, if the anon name is offensive, lmk. I was just trying to pick something so you knew it was you!

I can definitely understand why this feels scary. It must feel really alienating and lonely.

I think my best advice is to focus on what's best for YOU. Not your parents or your siblings or anyone else. What will make you happiest and safest?

It might be that for now, you stay quiet and wait until you go to school. Let you parents pay and wait it out. I know you're nervous that you'll be the only one there who's queer, but I promise that you won't be. The good and bad thing is, you're not the only one who's forced to stay quiet about this. You can start to quietly build a support system and slowly find your own way when you feel ready.

Or maybe you feel like you need to do something now. In that case, you need to look up options for people your age who are on their own.

Or maybe for you, it's worth it to stay quiet for a long time, because you want the peace and safety your family can bring you. That's okay, too!

Whatever you prefer is understandable and it's a very personal decision. My advice is to try to build a support system (carefully) no matter what, and if you DO decide to make a move, have a plan first.

Sending love <3

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Pan romantic anon

Pan romantic anon here, had lunch together on valentine's day (it was cookies and cake and coffee) she bought my cake, I made her heart shaped cookies. We talked and hung out as always. The day after that we meet up with the rest of the group, talked and had dinner together in one of my other friend's house. We talked about classic things, talked about love life, acedemics etc. how she was happy being single, how she would prefer staying that way in our exam year. I mean, me too, because it's distracting to have a boyfriend. But like. It hurts a little you know? Just a little. I proitize my career too, I would rather to study rather than dates too. But I still wish we could do study dates, we could cuddle at night, we could kiss and all, don't have to give too much time, just being together. Hell, I don't even ask for dating at this point, I just wish I could somehow get her like me. That's it. I just want that, really. But oh, how I hate it when all the girls describe their perfect guy and I know a girl or anything else doesn't even cross her mind, not because she is straight, but because we live in this hell where it's expected. And I, I feel like dying. Oh how I wish she liked me. Oh how I wish when the day ended and she kissed my cheek, when she said 'i enjoyed today!' it meant romantic.

Not even that, you know? Even if it's plotonic I would want to be close to her. She color codes the things she loves. In her calendar, some of her friends are pink, the best friends of her, the ones she loves, actually loves, the ones she knows for years, the ones she is planning to live with, plotonically but still her first choice.

And I am purple, and I know I am not close to her that much. But I feel so bad. I wish she could chose me like I would. Not even romantic, just want to be in top 5. It sucks to see your number one puts you in number 10 or more maybe.

And like, I know it's not fair. I know she doesn't have to. But she lays on me (literally, on our desk, lays back on me, on my chest while I am holding her, how am I supposed to breath in this situation, I have anxiety god.) she kiss my cheek and I know it's plotonic especially considering where we live but like, I think I am gonna die.

Hi <3

I'm so sorry that you're feeling this way. I still think there's a chance she feels something deeper for you than she's letting on, but I also know that I don't know your culture or friendship, so I don't want to over-hype you up, either. I know it's heartbreaking to feel something for someone who probably doesn't feel the same way back, and not much I say is going to help with that, but I want to remind you that it's not you. There's a lot of factors here, and it sounds like she really does care about you as a friend.

I'm sending you love <3

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Intrusive thoughts anon

hi, its intrusive thoughts anon.

firstly, how have you been? how was your valentine's, did you do anything fun? (i didnt even know it was valentine's day until like hlfway thru the day lmao)

its nothing for me this time, just. my friends goung through shit rn, and literally nobody in her family sees it. even her sister (whos my bsf) insists thst shes perfectly fine. but i know that she isnt because shes let it slip a few times, and i try to help her as much as i can but the issue is that i see so much of my young self in her that i want to stop her from continuing down the oath which led me here but at the same time i have no way to confort her?

she says that she knows she has to stidy but its like her brain is broken and she cant do anythinf, despite knowng that she should. my bsf and her entire family insistently shit on her for being on her phone and reading all day, but i think they forget that she uses it merely as a way to cope.

i dont know how to help, cant tell any authorisesd figure or her parnts or anything cz we simply do not live in that kind of society. i can offer nyself to help but idk how to do that eithef?

so this is me asking for your expertise, please help me help my friend. im so worried about her that i think about it day in and out.

tysm, cas.

Hi!

My Valentine's Day was good! I went to an Escape Room :D

Honestly, I think you should tell her exactly what you told me. That you see yourself in her, and you're here for her. Know that she might not take you up on your help, but don't stop reminding her you're here. Do things you would have wanted someone to do, you know? And just...be there. I know it doesn't feel like a lot but it can mean SO much to someone.

Sending you love! <3

[cha-melodius]

Firstprince, and look don’t ask me why this is what my brain came up with but: meetcute at the STI clinic

(OMG, I love your brain so much. This made me cackle and immediately start writing it. Thanks so much, hope you enjoy!)

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Getting Clinical

(firstprince, 2k, T; read it below or on AO3)

Alex has to admit that the very last thing that he expected to get upon coming out to his mother was an appointment made in his name at an LGBTQ+ focused sexual health clinic near his apartment. Really, he should have known better, given the PowerPoints that resulted from said coming out, but still. He’s a grown-ass man with a career. He lives on his own in a city in which she does not live. He can take care of himself.

He still goes to the appointment when he gets back to New York. It’s already made, after all, and it’s been a while since he was tested. Since he’s had any sexual partners, in point of fact; he’s been more or less a hermit for the past couple of years, throwing himself into his work and only letting Nora and June drag him out on rare occasion. The whole bisexual revelation had been a slow thing, born of the unexpected feelings evoked in him when one of the senior partners at his law firm came out as gay, in combination with finding himself staring a little too long at the shirtless male leads when he’d put on The Mummy or Indiana Jones on in the background while working late nights at home. He hasn’t actually acted on any of this newfound knowledge save for flirting a bit with the barista at the coffee shop in his building.

He’s gonna, though. He’s determined to get out there and meet someone. A number of someones, maybe—why not have some fun while he’s discovering a bit more about himself? Explore what’s out there. So it makes sense to just go when he gets the email from his mom with a screenshot of the appointment confirmation.

“I wonder if anyone’s done a comparative study of these lubes,” Nora says, too loudly, from where she sits beside him inspecting a selection of samples that she’s collected from a display in the waiting room. More than one person waiting nearby looks over at them, and Alex sinks a little deeper into his chair.

“Ugh, why are you here again?”

“For the moral support,” she chirps with too much glee. “Not like I have any need to be tested right now. Although, June and I did meet this very intriguing guy—”

“All right, enough of that,” he interrupts sharply before she can say any more about her and his sister’s sex life. He already knows far too much about it as it is. “No one asked you to come.”

Nora tips her head at him. “Not in so many words, no. But if I had to listen to one more minute of you hemming and hawing about whether you could make the appointment or whether this was the ‘right place for you’”—she adds the air quotes, annoyingly—“I was gonna start breaking things.” Something softens in her expression, then. “You do belong in these spaces, you know.”

“I know,” he mutters, staring down into his lap. He’s even getting better at believing it.

At that, Nora returns to her lube investigation, and Alex rage-reads some twitter threads until someone steps up to the empty chair next to him and says in a mellifluous British accent, “Pardon me, is this seat taken?”

The waiting room is not that crowded, so Alex doesn’t know why this guy needs to sit directly next to him. He’s in the middle of trying to figure out a polite way to convey this when he finally looks up and right into what he’s pretty sure are the bluest pair of eyes on the planet. Jesus fuck, this man might be the most attractive person he’s ever laid eyes on in person. He doesn’t actually seem like he could be real, but he’s here, looking hopefully at Alex like he wants to be next to him, which is, let’s just say, intriguing—

“It’s only— there’s an outlet on the wall here, and my phone is dying,” Blue Eyes says with an apologetic smile.

Right. So, not particularly interested in sitting next to Alex, then. And that’s definitely not a hollow feeling of disappointment settling into his stomach.

“Yeah, no problem, man,” Alex says, trying to school his expression into something appropriate for conversing with strangers. “It’s all yours.”

Blue Eyes thanks him and takes the seat as he reaches into his bag to pull out a phone cord. The thing is, the outlet is kind of under the chairs and between the two of them, which necessitates some twisting and bending as he tries to blindly reach for it. That definitely doesn’t seem to be working, though, so Alex ends up twisting in his chair too to try to see if he can help.

“A little lower, I think—”

“Oh, thank you, I just can’t quite feel—”

“Fuck, you’re too far now— look, you need to shift to the right, yeah, there—”

“Ah, there it goes,” Blue Eyes murmurs with a pleased hum that brings to mind a very different setting than the one they’re currently in.

This seems to occur to Blue Eyes at the same time as it does Alex, which is approximately when they both look up and realize that their faces have ended up quite close together. Blue Eyes’ cheeks are rapidly turning a lurid pink; Alex quickly replays their previous exchange in his head and yeah, fuck. Suggestive doesn’t seem to begin to cover it. Slowly, Blue Eyes straightens, his posture stiff and eyes fixed on the floor in front of him.

“Er, thank you,” he coughs.

“Don’t mention it,” Alex mumbles in response.

A strained silence settles over them that’s somehow heavier than your usual odd-encounter-with-a-stranger awkwardness. At some point during this encounter, Nora had disappeared to god knows where, so Alex doesn’t even have her company to fall back on. He scrolls on his phone without actually reading anything on it, half hoping one of them will be called into the doctor and half dreading it. Next to him, Blue Eyes is typing furiously with his thumbs.

Alex shouldn’t interrupt him. Just… mind his own business. That would be the reasonable thing to do.

Oh well.

“So, come here often?” he tries to joke, only to realize too late the implications behind asking such a question in a sexual health clinic. He grimaces, hard. “Fuck, I didn’t mean— you don’t have to answer that. I was just— trying to make it not awkward.”

To his relief, Blue Eyes just looks amused. “And made it exceedingly awkward instead?” he replies with a tiny smirk tilting his perfect mouth. There’s a mole right next to the corner of it that Alex would very much like to bite. “I do visit regularly, in fact,” he continues after a moment. “I consider my and my partners’ sexual health to be very important.”

Fuck, that just makes him hotter, which shouldn’t be physically possible. “Lucky person,” Alex hears himself say. “Your partner.”

“Oh, I, uh,” Blue Eyes stammers slightly. “I’m not dating anyone. Currently, that is. I’m just getting out of a relationship, actually.”

“Sorry,” Alex winces.

“Don’t be,” he replies lightly, a flickering smile on his lips. “I’m well shot of him. Anyway, it’s been long enough. Thought I should get back out there.”

“Oh,” Alex says. That’s a good sign, right? Alex could just ask him out. They could have fun if nothing else. That’s all he’s looking for right now. And he’s good at picking people—women, anyway—up. Or was, historically. He just needs to… say something charming. “Well, good luck, then.”

Not that.

He’s really, really hoping he’s not misreading the look of resignation that flickers across Blue Eyes’ face. Before Alex can figure out how to make his big mouth say something useful, though, Blue Eyes’ gaze flickers up behind him. “Ah, your partner’s returned.”

Alex glances back long enough to see Nora flopping down into the chair next to him with more lube samples. “Oh, she’s not my—”

“Alex?” a nurse calls from the other side of the waiting room, leaving him little other choice but to get up and follow her. Blue Eyes shoots him a tight smile and a tiny nod of acknowledgement that they’re probably never going to see each other again before Alex turns and starts walking away.

He’s halfway through the door to the exam rooms when he glances back to see Blue Eyes still watching him, which is frankly more than he can take.

“Sorry, just— forgot something,” he says to the nurse before all but sprinting back to his chair. He plucks Blue Eyes’ phone right out of his slack grip, opens a new contact page, and types in his number. Then, as if he’s in some kind of fever dream, he actually says, “Let me know when you get your results,” and winks.

Alex hurries off again before the nurse can call after him, leaving one extremely stunned Brit in his wake.

~~~~

A week later, Alex’s test results from the clinic show up in his inbox. He’s clean, of course, no surprises there, but the visit itself had been worthwhile—he’d found himself talking to the doctor about aspects related to his health and wellness that went beyond what he might encounter now that he’d be branching out, so to speak—so all in all, not a waste of time.

His phone stays silent, though.

Of course it was always a long shot. That doesn’t change the bitter taste of disappointment on his tongue that not even his endless cups of coffee can cover up. He gets the results on a Friday and lets himself be dragged out to a club on Saturday night to ‘celebrate’, though he ends up politely rebuffing the advances of everyone who hits on him. Nora gives him a look after the third one—a tall, gorgeous brunet with a jaw chiseled out of marble and blue eyes that do give him a half a second of pause—but he shrugs her off.

On Monday morning, he’s in the middle of a conference with a partner and a client when his phone buzzes in his pocket. He assumes it’s Nora or June, so he nearly drops the damned thing on the floor when he finally gets out and swipes open to see a screenshot of an email that looks suspiciously familiar. There’s one key difference, though: under ‘name’ at the top, the text says Henry Fox-Mountchristen.

The screenshot has been sent without comment or followup, just a dry, clinical report, and somehow it’s still one of the sexiest texts he’s ever gotten. Fuck, he’s at work.

Which is exactly what he sends back to Henry. (Henry, he thinks, mulling over the name. It suits him. Alex would very much like to taste it, pressed into his skin.)

Apologies, but you did ask to be informed.

Am I to assume this was an academic interest, or…?

nothing academic about what i want to do to you, sweetheart

Right, then. Jolly good. Are you free this weekend?

Alex wants to say he’s free tonight, actually, so they can put those results to good use, but halfway through writing his reply, he stops. Yes, he wants Henry in his bed, but he also doesn’t want Henry to think he’s only interested in sex. Which is exactly the opposite of what he told himself he was going to do when he started exploring his bisexuality. He shouldn’t be looking for a relationship, and there’s no guarantee Henry is interested in one either. Maybe he’s just busy until then.

Alex thinks another moment, then sends back: what did you have in mind?

~~~~~

(Henry takes him on a date date, all romantic candlelit dinner with a single red rose and a walk in Central Park afterward with their fingers tangled together. And when he finally leans in to kiss Alex, it’s soft and sweet and Alex feels it down to his fucking toes. So, like. That’s a whole thing.

Turns out that they do make good use of their test results that night, thoroughly. And again, the next morning in the shower. And again and again, until they each get a reminder email from the clinic that it’s time for a regular screening.

Which they each promptly delete.)

[ghoulangerlee]

*taps on shoulder* hi, i wanna hear trans dad copia thoughts!

they are honestly not very happy thoughts 99% of the time though Copia does try. Under the read more just in case no one wants to read about trans dad Copia trying his best

Copia becomes a dad, he's a little careless, thinks that being on T will stop him from getting pregnant (it doesn't). (He's very young at this time, maybe in his late twenties, early thirties by now. He doesn't want to get rid of the baby, because part of him hopes he can keep it. He wants to be a father, he wants to be a parent so bad.)

He has to give the kid up because of his status in the church, the Clergy are already so firm with him, hard on him for every little thing, and while Sister does try to make things easier for him, she can't stop everything. The Clergy are not very nice people, just because they're the Clergy of a Satanic church does not absolve them from being bigots and difficult about certain things.

So, he gives the child up; a son, he doesn't even get to name the child, but Sister promises that she'll make sure he goes to someone who'll love and raise him like their own. She'll make sure this child is taken care of. (Sort of as a penance for her own sins of leaving Copia to be raised by the Siblings of the church along with the other orphaned children.)

He never forgets about this child, because how could he? When he held his son in his arms so shortly after giving birth. It's something that, for as long as he lives, he'll never feel that type of love he felt right then and there.

So, he lives on, works with Sister silently to funnel some money towards the child, he's not allowed to know who the family is, or what the child's name is. He's not allowed to see photos, to know what he looks like.

But Sister promises that every single holiday, every single birthday, she sends money to the family, letting them know who it's from, that he still thinks about them. That he's still present despite not being present.

When Copia becomes a Cardinal and subsequently the leader of the Ghost project, he becomes the busiest he's ever been, trying to find the corruption within the church, trying to follow Satan to the best of his ability, trying to do everything.

Including still being there for the child he had to give up.

He does, eventually talk about it, to his ghouls specifically, and like, they're not human, they're different. They start bringing forth questions about why he had to give his son up. Why he has to stay away from him.

By the time Copia reaches Papacy, he's in his fifties and he's missed a solid twenty years of his son's life.

And, it's in his own moment of weakness, against Sister's wishes, that he reaches out. He finds the files on Sister's desk one day while in her office looking for something, snaps a photo of the contents, the phone numbers, email addresses. There's no photos of his son in there, but there's descriptions and various letters.

He almost wants to take them and read them for himself. But he can't.

He has the contact information and that's enough. It's enough.

And, he reaches out to the family first; his son, the kid he gave up is in college now, studying theology of all things. Interested in religion and culture. So knowledge hungry in the same ways that Copia was when he was in his twenties.

The family is ecstatic that he's reached out.

Thanking him for all the years of supporting him. For the money and the gifts. The little things. He wasn't there physically, but his presence was so great that it almost felt like he was there.

They give him a phone number, it's his son's. His son, Elias. He finds out his name from Elias' mother who promises to send Copia photos, many photos of them over the years.

Elias has his nose, his lips, the softness in his face. His hair is only a little darker than Copia's had been before the gray had taken over.

He's got the eye.

Something that makes his breath leave him. Stark white staring back at him from the photograph he's looking at.

His son.

[beastcoastmac]

what if you made a twitter account in the year 2010, deleted cause it was boring then 6 months later in 2011 you made one again cause you were depressed and over the course of 14 years you met your best friend, you made handfuls of friends and have years of memories on that account. you have used the account like your own journal essentially. you somehow have gotten 1400 followers before bots took over the account. laura jane grace, hulk hogan, ice t, kevin abstract from brockhampton, carly rae jepsen have all either replied to your tweet, followed you or liked your tweet. one of the cast members from hamilton got mad at you and had a breakdown because you said you saw mutuals quote retweet his tweets and noticed he was being a dick, maybe stop being a dick. bob odenkirk has read your tweet of calling him ugly on jimmy kimmels mean tweets. you have lived a multitude of eras. you have stayed on the platform even after elon musk bought it out because you were here first, you have been here since 2011. you got logged out of your account but you were able to get it back within a day or two. fast forward two years, you try to archive your tweets because you want to find some tweets from 2017 since the search function is half broken. requires a password but it does not accept the password it has been for two years. you create a new password. it force logs you out on your laptop but you are still logged in on your phone. All is well. An hour later, it boots you out and you cannot log in. The @.support twitter has been privatized and does not allow dms. You can only send a form of a request. You have tried 10+ times to send it repeatedly, you have able to send three different requests, only because you have another email and used your phone number. People that have this issue a year ago was able to fix this issue but since then, twitter support has become almost non existent so there is a 80% chance your twitter, that account you have had since 2011, the one you have made almost two decades of memories on, you have spend most of your life on, is forever locked out.

to say i am sad doesnt really say enough. if you knew me at @beastcoastmac please follow me @artemistwt if you read this.

[notetaeker]

found out today that google is full of sh!t PLS PROTECT YOURSELVES

my account got hacked, the hacker changed all my recovery details and now has access to my google drive files, my emails, any photos in google photos, and also the login info to so many websites that use google and there is NO way to get anything back or at least delete the acct.

You would think that google, as a company offering to store and handle so much info and FILES in particular and also passwords and login infos for other websites would have some kind of support for this but no they don't even have a single customer service phone number or any way of recovering anything. I searched around online for solutions but the internet is FILLED with THOUSANDS of ppl with the same concern for YEARS who lost their files, lost their connected youtube accts with thousands of subscribers. I lost access to my yahoo acct too but they had a customer service phone number (paid) but at least they verified my identity and helped me to get access back and secured my account. PSA: DO NOT RELY ON GOOGLE TO SAVE ANYTHING FOR YOU. BACK UP YOUR OWN STUFF ELSEWHERE. If anything goes wrong there is literally 0 recourse - google offers absolutely 0 support:

My only wish now is to be able to at least delete the account so they don't have access to all my info anymore but there is literally no place to go for that so I just have to be okay knowing some evil people indefinitely have 10+ years worth of my private info (emails, files, photos)

PLS learn from my mistake and use this opportunity unentangle yourself from google. They literally. have no recourse if anything goes wrong. It's not like it's impossible: Yahoo literally asked me for my state ID and location to give me access back to my account.

[eccentricallygothic]

not really a request (not even sure i’m in the right ask box) buttttt i would love to hear any brain rot or wip scraps you wanna rant about. love when writers just info dump and i’ve been secretly lurking on your page for a bit. decided to make myself known

Hiiii! This is my first time doing this and I hope I didn't overshare but I am SO happy that you are making yourself known! Welcome to the blog, I hope to see more of you! <333

Now!! I am sharing two because why not? I've a lot more than these (maybe more than I'd like to admit 😭) but we will start with Auggie Walker and then move onto the Stevie one.

Auggie is an intimidating man and that's why I haven't written for him yet. I am so afraid I won't be able to capture him right and the idea is so good in my head I feel like I'll ruin it while translating it into a story 😭 but this idea has been living in my head rent free because it's a big fear for me!

And about the Stevie one, I've always been quite open about this and I will never shut up! I love, love, LOVE the sci-fi side of the MCU and specifically Steve's whole serum thing. It inspires me so much and I come up with something new everytime I see it! 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

Please do let me know what you think about them! 🩷

(also, for whatever it's worth, these are my WIPs so I request no one steal them please!)

. . .

As August received an attachment from your number, his eyebrows furrowed because you knew to send them all through email. Making a mental note to reprimand you for it later, he tapped on it within the next second. Now his head tilted to the side. 

A video. 

He had asked you for some documents which your boss knew very well weren't supposed to be in this medium.

The man tapped on it nevertheless, the sound and content inside catching him off guard as his eyebrows slightly raised. He was in disbelief. Moving the phone closer to his face and away from where he held it against his work table, August increased the brightness of the screen to make sure it was you. 

Which, you were. 

"Mr. Walker…" You panted and whined, clutching one of your breasts as your other hand hid between your legs. "Oh, Mr. Walker… I am so needy for you…" You were in the janitor's closet on this very floor, phone placed on one of the shelves next to the files you had been carrying for the meeting that had just passed along your ipad. The lighting was dim and your disheveled hair stuck to your sweaty skin. "Won't you bend me over your table and make a good girl out of me~ I-" August blinked as the screen went black before a notification popped up.

Message deleted. 

The man's head spun with the sudden influx of emotions, the sudden discomfort in his boxers getting tighter as he realised what had just happened. He smirked. 

You had not meant to send it. 

.

The fire that had taken over your body was dissipating and fast as you gaped at your screen. You were the stupidest person you knew. Instead of tapping on save you had chosen to share the video you were planning to watch until you orgasmed. Since your boss August Walker was your most frequently interacted with contact, it was an instant send that took you a few moments to register as you had been busy bouncing on your own fingers to orgasm. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck…" You chanted in panic as you leaned against the wall of the small room, holding a shelf for support as your own heartbeat pounded through your ears. "I am so fucking–" 

There was a knock on the door.

. . .

"Where… do you think you're going, doll?" Steve was reading the Sunday newspaper by the fireplace when he saw his young wife drag her luggage bag to the front door of their humble abode. 

"Mommy and Daddy's home." Y/n responded curtly, not turning to look at him. Because his face was still of the man she had fallen in love with and married. But she couldn't let herself surrender to it anymore. 

"Without my permission or a prior discussion?" Tilting his head to the side, the man raised an amused eyebrow at the stiff girl who started to drag the heavy bag again. 

"Won't be needing any of that anymore." Since the man didn't expect what was coming, he chuckled and furrowed his eyebrows. 

He couldn't recall doing anything against her wishes in the last 24 hours. So what was this? 

"And why do you think is that?" Y/n sighed as she ceased her struggle against the luggage bag, biting her lip and closing her eyes. 

Well, the talk would have to happen sometime. 

It was now or never.

"You are not the man I married, Steve" since she usually referred to him as hubby, this felt like an insult, almost. 

The Captain put the newspaper down against his lap now. "What silly Sunday morning shenanigan is this, doll?" He snickered before shaking his head. "I know I have been busy after everything but…" Now he patted his lap. "Come here."

"No."

"You know little wives can't tell their husbands that, baby. Haven't we been over this so many times already?" His coaxing voice had her turn her back to him. 

Fuck. 

She was so in love with him. 

Why did he have to get the stupid serum?

"Good thing I am not your wife anymore, then." As she placed the ring on the shoe cupboard next to the door, Y/n failed to catch that he had stood up to the towering height the procedure had granted him.

He was a giant now. 

"This is not funny anymore, doll." Steve warned as he started to decrease the distance between them. 

"It's not meant to be. You're not my Steve. You're-" her words were suppressed by a gasp when she noticed he was now standing right behind her. 

"Who am I, then?" Though his eyes and tone turned darker, he was genuinely confused. 

"Captain America." It broke his heart when the girl backed up to create some distance between them. "The man I married was Brooklyn's most ambitious and brave… not America's pride. You're… practically a stranger" he sighed. 

This had occurred to him once but he had assured himself that they were stronger than that. 

"Come on, baby." Y/n flinched when he reached for her smaller hand and clasped it between both of his, kissing her fingertips. "I know it's different, and maybe even scary. But I am still me. So what if I am Captain America? Doesn't mean I am not your Steve… Can't you feel me?" He pressed his bigger body against hers. 

"That's the thing" she whispered, devastated. "I can't." Tears welled up in her eyes as she felt herself getting scared and breathless under him. "I have tried. Ever since the day you walked out of that machine, I have. But I can't." Y/n didn't know why but she found herself thinking about how helpless she was against him. "I don't recognize you without your face. I feel like I am in a stranger's arms every night. It's not the same. Every time you touch me it feels like I am betraying the love of my life." Though the rational part of Steve's brain felt both crushed and sadly fond of her devotion to that form of his that no one else had ever taken seriously, her next words completely flipped everything over inside his head. "Please. Let me go." Reason gave way to desperation.

Oh..

He could never do that. 

Maybe not even in death.

"Can't do that, baby." Her tears finally spilled down at his words. She started to softly struggle, the panicked gesture breaking his heart more and more by the passing second. "Why are you punishing us for something I had to do? For you, me, all of us. Come on, we are stronger than this. You knew my ambitions, you said it yourself just now." His own eyes were glassy as he breathlessly chuckled as an effort to somehow lighten the situation, ignoring her faint pleas as she struggled to push him away. "Remember-" Steve grunted as he gathered her now assaulting hands away from his neck and chest before locking them above her head. "Remember when your father didn't approve of me because he thought I wasn't good enough for you?" A trickled tear hung off the sharp tip of his nose. "Remember the hell you raised for us? You didn't even listen to me. You kept going for us until you succeeded."

But his words fell on deaf ears; something he wasn't used to coming from her. "Steve, you're scaring me! Let me go!" A thick bile settled at the base of her throat as she tried to break free, crying a bit harder now. 

"There, you said it yourself. You said Steve!" Her obvious unwillingness to this position seemed to not faze him one bit. "Silly girl! How can you call me by my name and then say that it's not me?" 

"Because you're not my Steve!" Fear was making her chest contract as she seethed out breathlessly. 

"Come on!" One of his hands trailed down her body as he caressed and groped her tits before slipping his hand under her dress. "Not your Steve?" 

"No. Your hands are big and rough! Your body is hard! You don't even smell the same! I DON'T feel you so stop!" A twisted smile now spreads on his priorly hurt features. 

"I see…" Steve lowered his head momentarily before he sighed a little. "Then," a resolution flashed in the brilliant blue of his eyes, "I guess I just have to show you that it's still me." 

. . .

[chantylay]

Here are the contacts for the Finnish act to let them know that we want them to officially declare that they will withdraw if Israel is allowed to participate. Please remember that this is not a harassment campaign. We want the artists and delegations to know they have our support in standing up to the EBU.

the EBU: https://www.ebu.ch/about/contact-us

YLE: phone 09 1480 5500 email tekninen.neuvonta@yle.fi please be aware of international charges if you call the phone number

Windows95man is on instagram as @windows95man that also highlighted as an existing URL on tumblr as I typed that. Finns of tumblr let me know if that account is genuine. His manager's email is lilli@allday.fi

Henri Piispanen is also on instagram @piispahenri

You have heard of acts that need to change lyrics for Eurovision, now get ready for the act that has to change his name: Windows95man (featuring Henri Piispanen), singing "No Rules" for Finland.

This song is so much fun. It's got a 90s synthpop vibe, but manages to thread the needle of sounding enough like the music of the time to be recognizable, but modernized enough not to sound dated. Lyrically, it's about the importance of being yourself even when it goes against arbitrary social rules. The vocals are probably not going to win over any juries (although Piispanen does manage a pretty impressive high note), but it's not that kind of song. Most likely, it will be this years joke act that bombs with the juries but comes top 5 in the televote for an overall left side finish (incidentally, it is my wife's new favorite song this year). I don't see this being left behind in the televote only semis.

Now lets talk about that staging. This was brilliant. How do you encapsulate the "No Rules" ethos without actually breaking any rules? You make the lead guy run around in nude-illusion underwear and plan your shots in such a way to make people wonder if he really is just wearing a t-shirt. The physical comedy is really well done on that front. It comes of as silly and charming more than lewd. The denim hotpants descending from the heavens is iconic, and I sincerely hope that between those giant blocks the Malmo stage is set to have, there is a spare rig that will allow the finnish team to replicate that moment. The denim egg poses a small problem with the shape of the stage, but I think if they leave it close enough to the LED wall, it won't be chronically blocking the view for audience members in the standing zone.

[dbmrzeenews]

Chemicals Market Size, Share, Trends, Key Drivers, Growth, Challenges and Opportunity Forecast

The global chemicals market size was valued at USD 138.09 million in 2023 and is projected to reach USD 204.17 million by 2031, with a CAGR of 5.01% during the forecast period of 2024 to 2031.

Chemicals Market survey report analyses the general market conditions such as product price, profit, capacity, production, supply, demand, and market growth rate which supports businesses on deciding upon several strategies. Analysis and estimation of important industry trends, market size, and market share are mentioned in the market report. The usefulness of SWOT analysis and Porter's Five Forces analysis in generating market research report makes it preferable by the businesses and hence also used while preparing the winning Chemicals report.

The universal Chemicals market research report will be favorable for new comers/new investors, propose investors, and private equity enterprises, analysts, and prudent business organizers, suppliers, manufacturers, and distributors, and end-use industries. In addition, this market report also endows with top to bottom estimation of the market with respect to income and developing business sector. Thus, Chemicals report is a great source of an in-depth market analysis to prosper in this competitive environment. It showcases all the recent developments, product launches, joint ventures, mergers, and acquisitions by the several key players and brands that are driving the market.

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The global chemicals market size was valued at USD 138.09 million in 2023 and is projected to reach USD 204.17 million by 2031, with a CAGR of 5.01% during the forecast period of 2024 to 2031.

Some of the major players operating in the market are:

BASF SE (Germany)

Dow (U.S.)

China Petrochemical Corporation (China)

SABIC (Saudi Arabia)

Exxon Mobil Corporation (U.S.)

DuPont (U.S.)

LyondellBasell Industries Holdings B.V. (U.S.)

INEOS Group Holdings S.A. (Switzerland)

Mitsubishi Chemical Group Corporation (Japan)

LG Chem. (South Korea)

Formosa Plastics Corporation U.S.A. (U.S.)

Sumitomo Chemical Co., Ltd. (Japan)

Evonik Industries AG (Germany)

Akzo Nobel N.V. (Netherlands)

Air Liquide  (France)

For getting customization of the large scale Chemicals report, reach DBMR team via email or phone. If there is any special business requirement or requirement of a point by point of the whole research, don’t mind, let us know and get the report as needed. Further, market drivers and market restraints displayed in this industry report gives idea about the rise or fall in the consumer demand for the particular product depending on a number of factors. Global Chemicals market report enables clients to enhance business efficiency and focus on other core aspects of operations rather than wasting time in market research and reporting needs.

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Part 11: Decision Framework

Part 12: Drivers and Challenges

Part 13: Market Trends

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Part 15: Vendor Analysis

Part 16: Appendix

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Lottery 66: A New Era in Digital Lotteries

In the ever-evolving world of online gaming and gambling, one name has been catching attention lately — Lottery 66. As digital lotteries continue to grow in popularity worldwide, Lottery 66 has emerged as a modern and innovative platform offering a fresh take on traditional lottery systems. From ease of access to enhanced transparency, it’s redefining how people engage with lotteries in the 21st century.

What is Lottery 66?

Lottery 66 is an online lottery platform that blends the excitement of traditional lottery draws with the convenience of digital technology. Unlike conventional physical tickets or weekly televised draws, users can participate in Lottery 66 from anywhere using their smartphones, tablets, or computers. This accessibility opens the door for a wider range of participants, helping to create a truly global community of lottery players.

The number "66" in the name may represent a sense of continuity, luck, or simply a brand identity — much like how iconic numbers are used in other successful lottery platforms. Regardless of the origin, Lottery 66 is becoming a name to watch in the online gaming sphere.

Key Features of Lottery 66

1. User-Friendly Interface

The platform has a modern, intuitive design. Signing up is simple, buying tickets takes just a few clicks, and results are updated in real time. Even first-time users can navigate the site or app with ease.

2. Multiple Draws and Games

Lottery 66 often offers more than just a single lottery draw. Many platforms under this name host a variety of games including instant win games, number draws, and even themed lotteries based on events or holidays. This variety keeps users engaged and increases their chances of winning something regularly.

3. Secure Transactions

Trust is a key factor when dealing with any financial or gaming platform. Lottery 66 incorporates the latest in encryption and security protocols to ensure that users' information and transactions are safe. Whether you’re depositing funds or withdrawing winnings, your data is protected.

4. Fair Play and Transparency

One of the biggest concerns with digital lotteries is transparency. Lottery 66 combats this through third-party auditing and algorithm-based number generation. Many platforms also publish their winning numbers and past draw histories, so users can verify results for themselves.

Why Lottery 66 Stands Out

In a market flooded with lottery and betting websites, what sets Lottery 66 apart is its focus on player experience and innovation.

Instant Notifications: Winners are notified instantly via email or app notifications, and some platforms even offer SMS alerts.

Loyalty Programs: Frequent players can take advantage of rewards programs, referral bonuses, or discounted tickets on multiple entries.

Mobile App Integration: With a mobile-first approach, Lottery 66 ensures players never miss a draw, even when on the move.

Another reason Lottery 66 is gaining traction is its international reach. Some versions of the platform cater to multiple countries, providing language and currency options for players around the globe. This helps bridge the gap between local lottery traditions and global digital innovation.

Is Lottery 66 Legit?

When dealing with online lotteries, the question of legitimacy is always crucial. While "Lottery 66" may refer to several emerging platforms across the web, users should always check for the following before participating:

Licensing and Regulation: Ensure the platform is registered under a recognized gaming authority.

Customer Support: A good platform will offer live chat, email, or phone support.

User Reviews: Check independent review sites to gauge user satisfaction and spot any red flags.

So far, the platforms operating under the name Lottery 66 have generally received positive feedback for ease of use, timely payouts, and enjoyable user experience.

Tips for Playing Lottery 66

Set a Budget: Like all forms of gambling, it’s important to play responsibly.

Play Strategically: Some players use number-picking systems or play in groups (lottery pools) to increase their chances.

Stay Informed: Follow Lottery 66 updates on social media or subscribe to their newsletter for updates on jackpot increases, new games, or promotions.

Double-Check Your Tickets: Always verify your ticket numbers against the published results — sometimes winners miss out simply because they didn’t know they won!

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As technology continues to evolve, Lottery 66 is poised to introduce new features like blockchain-based transparency, AI-powered game recommendations, and more engaging game formats. The move toward Web3 and decentralized gaming platforms could also pave the way for even more secure and community-driven lottery experiences.

There’s also a growing trend of lotteries supporting charitable causes, and Lottery 66 may soon adopt a model where a portion of proceeds go toward social good — aligning entertainment with impact.

Conclusion

Lottery 66 represents the modernization of a centuries-old pastime. By leveraging digital convenience, robust security, and user-focused features, it provides a lottery experience that’s both thrilling and trustworthy. Whether you're a casual player hoping for a bit of luck or a serious enthusiast tracking numbers and strategies, Lottery 66 offers something for everyone.

[dentalseomarketing]

Winning Dental SEO Marketing Strategies to Attract Local Patients Today

In today’s highly competitive dental market, having a beautiful website and stellar patient care isn’t enough. If your dental practice isn’t visible online—especially in local search results—you’re missing out on a steady stream of potential patients actively searching for your services. That’s where effective dental SEO marketing strategies come into play.

Local search engine optimization (SEO) is the key to positioning your practice in front of local patients when they need you most. With Google’s ever-changing algorithms and evolving consumer behaviors, it’s essential to stay ahead with the right techniques. Here are actionable and proven strategies to help your practice rank higher, drive traffic, and convert more patients.

Optimize Your Google Business Profile

One of the most powerful tools in local SEO is your Google Business Profile (GBP). When patients search for “dentist near me” or similar queries, a well-optimized GBP can make or break their decision to call you. Make sure your profile includes:

Your exact business name, address, and phone number (NAP).

Accurate business hours.

Professional photos of your practice and team.

Service offerings like general dentistry, cosmetic dentistry, or emergency services.

Patient reviews and prompt responses to them.

This not only builds trust but also signals to Google that your practice is active and relevant to local searches.

Build and Maintain Local Citations

Local citations are mentions of your business on online directories like Yelp, Healthgrades, and Yellow Pages. Consistency is crucial—ensure your NAP information matches exactly across all listings. These citations help validate your practice’s legitimacy in the eyes of search engines and boost your local search rankings.

Invest in High-Quality, Localized Content

Content is still king—but it needs to be targeted. Create blog posts, service pages, and FAQs tailored to your local audience. For example, write about “What to Expect at Your First Dental Visit in [Your City]” or “Top Pediatric Dental Services in [Neighborhood].”

Localized content helps Google understand where you operate and improves your relevance for local searches. Use natural language, include location-based keywords, and incorporate internal links to related pages on your site. Want to learn how to build a content calendar that keeps your site fresh and relevant? Find out more in our upcoming guide to dental content marketing.

Implement On-Page SEO Best Practices

Your website should follow on-page SEO fundamentals that support better rankings:

Use unique meta titles and descriptions with your primary keywords.

Incorporate local keywords in headers and throughout content.

Ensure mobile responsiveness and fast load times.

Add schema markup to help search engines better understand your site content.

Create dedicated pages for each service and location you serve.

Also, optimize images by using descriptive alt text and compressing them for faster page speed—a crucial factor in user experience and rankings.

Prioritize Online Reviews and Reputation Management

Patient reviews are digital word-of-mouth. Google values reviews as a strong local SEO signal. Encourage satisfied patients to leave honest reviews on Google and other relevant platforms. Respond to all reviews—positive or negative—to show engagement and care.

To streamline the process, consider using automated follow-up emails or SMS requests after appointments. A positive online reputation not only boosts visibility but also enhances trust with potential patients.

Build Local Backlinks

High-quality backlinks are like votes of confidence from other websites. Aim to get backlinks from local organizations, news sites, dental directories, or partnerships with community groups. You could offer guest posts, sponsor a local event, or provide expert quotes for articles. Local backlinks not only improve your SEO but also strengthen community ties.

Leverage Social Media for Local Engagement

Social media isn’t a direct SEO ranking factor, but it supports your overall online presence. Share educational content, patient testimonials, and local event participation on platforms like Facebook and Instagram. Engaging locally through social media increases brand awareness and can drive traffic to your website.

Track, Measure, and Adapt

Successful SEO is not a one-time effort. Use tools like Google Analytics, Google Search Console, and call-tracking software to monitor how patients are finding your practice online. Review keyword rankings, bounce rates, and conversions regularly. Adjust your strategy based on performance data to stay competitive and aligned with current trends.

Ready to Grow Your Dental Practice?

Implementing these winning dental SEO marketing strategies can significantly improve your local visibility, increase patient inquiries, and boost your overall practice growth. From optimizing your Google profile to creating location-specific content and gathering reviews, each step builds toward long-term success.

If you’re ready to get expert help and dominate local search results, contact us today to schedule a strategy session. Let’s make your practice the go-to dental provider in your community.

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[re-movers]

🚨 Emergency Relocations in the Netherlands: How to Act Fast & Smart

🚨 Emergency Relocations in the Netherlands: How to Act Fast & Smart

Unexpected situations like fire, flooding, or structural damage can force you to leave your home at a moment’s notice. While no one wants to think about emergencies, having a plan and knowing who to call can save time, money, and stress.

At Removers.nl, we specialize in planned relocations and emergency and urgent moving services across the Netherlands.

✅ 5 Professional Tips for Emergency Relocations

1. Stay Calm & Prioritize Safety

In any evacuation scenario, safety comes first. If instructed by local authorities, leave immediately and do not return until it is deemed safe.

2. Have an Emergency Bag Ready

Prepare a “grab-and-go” bag that includes:

Important documents (passport, ID, insurance)

Medication and basic first-aid items

Mobile phone chargers and power banks

A few changes of clothes and toiletries

3. Secure Valuables & Essentials

If time allows, gather valuables like laptops, jewelry, and family heirlooms and store them in waterproof or fireproof containers.

4. Use a Professional Moving Partner

In emergencies, you need fast and reliable help. Removers.nl offers rapid response moving and temporary storage solutions, ensuring your belongings are protected while you focus on staying safe.

👉 Get urgent relocation support

5. Plan for Temporary Housing

If your home becomes uninhabitable, you may need short-term accommodations. Consider contacting insurers or municipalities for housing options, or contact us for help coordinating delivery to a temporary address.

🛡️ Why Choose Removers.nl for Emergency Moves?

🚚 Same-day moving availability

🔒 Safe storage options

📦 Packing and transport under pressure

👷‍♂️ Trained professionals with discretion and care

Emergencies are unpredictable. A reliable partner like Removers.nl ensures you’re never alone in a crisis.

🤖 How AI Tools Like Rentbird Are Revolutionizing the Dutch Rental Market

Finding a rental home in the Netherlands — especially in hotspots like Amsterdam, Rotterdam, or Utrecht — can be incredibly competitive. Listings disappear in minutes, and manual searching is exhausting.

That’s where AI-powered tools like Rentbird come in — and when combined with professional movers like Removers.nl, your entire relocation process becomes brighter and smoother.

🚀 5 Steps to Make AI Work for Your Next Rental

1. Define Your Search Criteria

Set specific filters: price range, location, number of rooms, and preferred move-in date. AI tools can scan hundreds of listings daily, saving hours of manual work.

2. Receive Instant Alerts

Tools like Rentbird send push notifications or emails within minutes of new listings, giving you a competitive edge in high-demand markets.

3. Respond Quickly & Professionally

Prepare a rental application kit with:

Proof of income or employment

Valid ID and BSN number

A short intro message to landlords

Being first and prepared can make all the difference.

4. Coordinate with a Moving Company Early

Once you’ve secured a rental, contact Removers.nl to:

Schedule your move

Discuss packing services

Plan transport routes for your new address

👉 Book your move in minutes

5. Understand the Legal Landscape

Be aware of rental contract types, deposit regulations, and landlord responsibilities under Dutch law. Staying informed can help you avoid scams or overpriced deals.

🧳 Why Use Removers.nl After Finding a Place?

✔️ Fast scheduling — perfect when rentals require quick move-ins

✔️ Packing and unpacking assistance

✔️ Storage options if your move-in date is delayed

Whether you’re relocating to a student flat, an apartment in the Randstad, or a suburban family home, Removers.nl has the experience and reliability to make your move effortless.

🌐 Final Thoughts

Whether dealing with an emergency evacuation or rushing to move into a hot new rental, preparation and the right partners are key. Let Removers.nl be your trusted ally, whatever the circumstances.

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The Enduring Power of the Phone Number in a Digital Age

In an era dominated by social media handles and email addresses, it's easy to overlook the humble yet essential "phone number." Far from being obsolete, this string of digits remains a cornerstone of communication, connection, and even personal security in our increasingly digital lives. But what exactly is a phone number, and why does it continue to hold such significant power? Let's dial in and explore.

More Than Just Digits: The Evolution of Your Phone Number

Think back to the days of rotary phones and party lines. The phone number then was a direct conduit to a physical location. Today, while still linked to a device, its capabilities have expanded dramatically. From being a simple identifier for voice calls, your phone number has transformed into a versatile key for accessing a multitude of services.

A Historical Connection: From Manual Exchanges to Instant Calls

The journey of the phone number began with manual switchboards, where operators physically connected calls. The sequential numbering phone number list system was designed for efficiency, allowing for direct dialing as technology advanced. This evolution brought about an unprecedented level of instant communication, shrinking distances and fostering global connections. The underlying principle of the phone number, however, remained constant: a unique identifier for a specific communication endpoint.

Why Your Phone Number is Still Crucial Today

Beyond making calls, your phone number serves a surprising array of functions that are vital for navigating the modern world.

The Gateway to Online Services and Two-Factor Authentication

For many online accounts – from banking apps to social media platforms – your phone number acts as a primary identifier. It's often the first step in creating an account, and crucially, it's a vital component of two-factor authentication (2FA). This added layer of security sends a unique code to your phone, proving you are who you say you are and significantly protecting your accounts from unauthorized access. Without a reliable phone number, accessing and securing many essential online services would be a significant challenge.

The Backbone of Business and Emergency Services

For businesses, a dedicated phone number is more than just a contact point; it's a symbol of accessibility and trust. Customers expect to be able to reach businesses directly, whether for inquiries, support, or sales. Similarly, in emergencies, the phone number is the fastest and most direct way to summon help. Think of emergency services like 911 or 112 – these are universally recognized numbers that instantly connect you to life-saving assistance.

Maintaining Personal and Professional Connections

Despite the rise of messaging apps, direct phone calls remain indispensable for many personal and professional interactions. Sometimes, a voice conversation offers a level of nuance and immediacy that text-based communication simply cannot replicate. For building rapport, resolving complex issues, or simply checking in with loved ones, the phone number facilitates a direct and personal connection that continues to be highly valued.

Managing Your Phone Number Safely and Effectively

Given its importance, managing your phone number responsibly is paramount. Be mindful of who you share it with, especially in public forums. Consider using separate numbers for personal and business use if privacy is a concern. Regularly review the services linked to your phone number and ensure your privacy settings are optimized.

In conclusion, the phone number is far from a relic of the past. It has evolved from a simple calling mechanism into a powerful, multifaceted tool essential for modern communication, security, and connectivity. Understanding its significance and managing it wisely ensures you remain connected and secure in our increasingly digital landscape.

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