#But this Anon paid me 5 dollars so I gave them this!

[tubbytarchia]

We should support artists and help them recognize their worth but I'm honestly so tired of "Your colored and shaded art is worth more than 10 bucks" and "these prices are too low" etc. Kind of maddening to me that it's treated like a choice when most artists will never have the reach to charge "fairly" for their art on a consistent basis. This isn't a jab at anyone because most people saying this are well meaning and maybe accidentally tonedeaf at worst, but the only choice some people have is either earn a little bit of money or earn no money at all. Idk surely there's other ways to be supportive or tell someone that their art is worthwhile without insisting that they raise their prices. Where and what is the advice once the prices ARE raised as suggested and yet no money is made? Would the advice be to put prices back down? To just be persistent and be better at advertising yourself?

When I started out, I tried to price "fairly", with and without advice from fellow artists (who all suggested prices that never sold) and then just decreased those prices like 5 times because no one would commission me. I wasn't upset when an anon told me "I was surprised to see the prices!", but I am upset about all the "these prices seem too low..." I got years ago in retrospect. When I voiced that I couldn't charge any higher because otherwise I wouldn't get paid, I was often dismissed. And I couldn't help but note that by all the people who got commissioned at least regularly with good pay

I'm not personally too upset about my own commissioning situation anymore, I used to be, but after so many mental breakdowns of trying to earn any money that justified the time I spent on my art and failing miserably, I accepted that it just isn't even for me. (This is why I wouldn't ever want to work with a CC either lol I would kms. As a one-off maybe). I still offer it but with a lot of leniency towards myself, which I think warrants lower pricing and I'm not upset about it. Because who would've guessed, that doing a hobby you love as a line of work with inherent new pressures isn't always going to make you happy and can ruin the hobby for you instead! Wild.

My personal commission meltdown journey under cut, because I want to and I think it'll make me feel better

My awesome commission meltdown happened about a year ago, but boy I have been trudging for awhile. Maybe 5 or 6 years ago now, I used to have a friend, my former best friend, who struck gold. They got lucky. Their art was also fantastic, but ultimately they got lucky, because good art in itself never guarantees that you can earn buck from it. They created a closed species that quickly became very popular to the point that they could draw one design on a whim and easily get 50EUR minimum out of it. That's not even commission work, to get paid well for art that YOU want to make is an absolute dream but even less reliable for most artists than commission work. I created multiple species too with like 0.20EUR prices and followed all the advice my friend gave me. I advertised myself like hell which is something I've continued to do until a year ago with a 100% failure rate. For funsies, some specimens of the species I attempted to sell (I very much detached from my usual preferred monster designs too to try and have wider appeal and gimmicks)

(If anyone wants to "adopt" any Rosebuds (1st rose-like species) or Dumlins (2nd bird-like species) for free then you're very welcome to, I can send the full sheets lol. Only one of them ever got adopted. I'm over it but hey just in case there are any adoptable fanatics in here)

After a few years I think I gave up, didn't earn a dollar with any of them and moved over to commissions because that's way easier to get money for anyway, I thought. And I've done many commissions by now but with most costing 5-20EUR. Very few outliers got any tips (usually from friends) and very few people were willing to pay more to begin with. I think I've done just 2 artwork that I was paid 50 for and those are the only comms I've done above 20EUR, and I count myself very lucky for ever even getting that opportunity. Here's some examples of commissions I've done for 20 bucks or less

(To be clear, I'm not upset about any of these. Jk lol I'm forever bothered by one of them. The 1st one but I will spare the details)

I tried so desperately to advertise myself on Twitter, on Tumblr, on DA, on Reddit, on Discord servers... in the end I got like one commission that wasn't just from a friend or acquaintance , and I'm willing to bet at least a few "friend" commissions I've done were out of pity, and I wouldn't blame them because I was a desperate little teenager. I went through a whole furry arc where I went out of my way to draw furry art because everyone knows furries got the money. I was very open to nsfw art too for very low prices to help me build my portfolio further, and I was again full-throttle advertising every which way I knew how, trying to reach out there, and gained nothing for it

Meanwhile, I just felt like doing this little animation. This wretched thing. This fucking. This little piece of work that came from a place of love and now I want to cry thinking about what this thing did to me

This is a niche Yugioh monster that I animated dancing. Somehow, it got out of the Yugioh circle and popped the fuck off majorly on twitter. Nobody knew what the hell this thing is but they liked it. This shit got reposted on Tiktok, on Reddit, probably many other sites too with zero credit back to me, naturally, with hundreds of thousands of views, possibly millions, I would check if I could still find any of them. So that sucked but guess what else happened? Like 5 people DMed me about commissioning animation work from me. TO THIS DAY despite my twitter being now deleted, people every so often reach out to me about this. And because there was DEMAND I figured, I can ask fair prices. But I'd never been able to before so I still undersold myself A LOT. Fully fledged animation is hard goddamn work. But I accepted 3 commissions, and I made progress on all of them, and then I deleted my twitter. I left all of those people in the dark (I never took any of their money though!!! I never ask for money until my work is completed unless you buy through Kofi)

I just realized how fucking miserable it all made me and how much I didn't want to do this and what a piss poor motivator money is for me to do art for, in the comfort of my home. I love money, I sure would love to have more of it and not have to rely on minimum wage jobs that I dislike but god, all of that made me so deeply upset and with all those years of failure, I suddenly struck gold like my friend had all those years back, and I had so many people wanting to give me money for my work, and it felt like a fucking joke. I was honestly just so peeved and pissed off that this is what it took, and had a meltdown over it and I was also just in the worst place of my life at the time that I've never truly recovered from. All of this just added to how much I wished to be eaten by a wild animal on a daily basis at the time

I don't feel like I got ANYTHING out of all that. The money I got absolutely didn't justify the effort and time I put into commissions and all my self advertising and portfolio building ventures were a waste of time too. The only thing I've taken away from it is that I don't want to repeat that and I will probably never want to work a job doing art or animation even if it could pay more than minimum wage crap. My former friend has a successful Patreon, I've encountered dubs of their comics with millions of views on various platforms, their species even got ripped off by someone who just turned their species nsfw, lol. And I draw minecraft men kissing

I'm not happy but I'm not upset about it anymore, even if I still get majorly peeved by some artists who underplay their immense success whilst others are begging for crumbs. (Again they usually mean well but sometimes I do find these people genuinely dislikeable. Anyway). In a perfect world, artists wouldn't have to work their asses of to get grocery money and be so reliant on luck to pop off once and then never have to worry about it again. I'm sad this is what it took for me to realize it's not even for me, after all these years of negligible profit, and I'm sad I was ever led to believe that getting fair pay was possible without all the work I put into trying to get my art out there, only to eventually succeed via pure luck and then not earning a penny from it anyway. Please support and continue to support small artists. If you can, please tip them too. Share and support their work in other ways if you can't or don't want to pay!

With all that said though, I appreciate anyone who has commissioned me during my time in the MCYT fandom, that means so much to me that you like my art that much. And I'm really sorry for the few people I ended up refunding because I didn't feel up to their requests - that's what I mean by the leniency I give myself. If it ever comes close to stressing me out again, I'll just give it up in favor of my mental health haha. And I hope you guys understand. Thank you as well for anyone who's bought my MCYT merch, you are so awesome and I'm actually omw to earning some profit from it eventually which has made me happier than any other art related work I've done

and with THAT said, man NONE of you have used discounts that I've hidden in my text posts previously..!! I reinforce though that regardless, I'm open to haggling if you're tighter on money but want to get a little something. I love you regardless though and thanks for listening to my shit ted talk

[petitelepus]

Hello? If you're not overwhelmed with requests already, could I get a MTMTE matchup please? Yandere or not, I'll be fine with either.

I'm non-binary and honestly I always fall for the antagonists regardless of their gender. I really love villains. I'm tiny, like really petite, I sometimes joke that I'm pocket-sized. I guess that it wouldn't really be a joke anymore if I'm around Cybertronians lol.

If zodiac and MBTI matters here; INFJ, Virgo sun, Libra moon, Taurus rising. I'm usually calm and relatively low-energy. I have a resting b!tchface and I don't smile or laugh too often, especially not around people I don't know too well, so others often assume I'm either not a nice person or lost in thought. I'm working on that, I don't wanna seem scary because I'm actually a kind and empathetic person, or at least I think I am. I always think of others before I think of myself and I'm always eager to help even if I don't like someone very much. I guess I'm somewhat of a caretaker type.

One of my dorm roommates said that I'm way too nice and that I care too much about others and that it must be a sad life. I just don't see a reason to be an asshole and not care about others. I like making others smile. But that doesn't mean I don't have a spine: if I think something is wrong or someone is saying hurftul things etc, I'll voice my opinion, even if everyone around is against me and if it'll get me in trouble. Does it count as having a problem with authorities? I'm not sure.

I have self-esteem issues and I tend to overthink stuff, I always worry about being a burden to others and I don't like asking for help myself. I'm an artist, I usually do digital art or traditional sketches with coloured pencils. I'm also a linguistics major, I like learning new languages, I'm interested in history and psychology, I like simulation games and RPGs, and my taste in music ranges from classical to rock and metal to chiptune. I'm a masochist, but I'm also affection-starved and kinda need a hug lol.

That's all, I hope it wasn't too much info, feel free to ignore this if it is too much, don't overwhelm yourself, drink water and stay safe! Bye bye and thank you in advance! 💖

I match you with Cyclonus and Tailgate!

Okay, for starters, you may appear a little scary, MUCH like Cyclonus did at first, but people who you trust to get to know the real you, MUCH like Tailgate! These two saw each other in you, but they fell for you for being yourself.

INFJ people usually see that helping others is their meaning of life and Virgos are famous for being kind and sympathetic people, just like you! You care for Cyclonus and try to be there for him so he doesn't have to harm himself to deal with the sadness.

That goes to Tailgate also. When the minibot is about to have a panic attack you hug him close so his helm rests against your chest and you start humming a song from your childhood until he calms down.

Your kindness is your greatest weapon and you harness it with a steady mind and hand. Tailgate loves it how you want everyone to be happy and he is a little sad that he doesn't have a mouth so he could smile, but his happy tone tells you always when he is smiling.

If some mechs are talking bad about Cyclonus' past as a Decepticon, you're there to defend him and tell the bots that past it what it is. Gone and what matters is what Cyclonus does in the future. The purple mech is glad to hear you think so highly. Noble and kind words.

When you start worrying and overthinking things, Tailgate and Cyclonus are there for you, just like how you have been there for them. Tailgate will remind you how kind and amazing you are and Cyclonus is nodding alongside your Conjunx.

The little minibot actually LOVES seeing you draw. You try to actually teach him and he is certainly eager to learn. If you're interested in history, Cyclonus is your mech. He is old and experienced so he can tell you what you want to learn about Cybertron's history.

GAMES! Tailgate LOVES games and Cyclonus actually doesn't mind them either. They are both interested in them since Cybertronians don't really have them.

These two will gently dom you if you want and let them. Tailgate is actually the bossy one out of all three of you. He is a little needy, but that only plays for his favor when he demands attention from you and Cyclonus. Cyclonus can dominate also, but he rather lavishes you two with all the love he holds for both of you.

Getaway is Yandere for you!

At first, he approached you with kindness and willingness to make friends and perhaps even more. He wasn't shy about his partners' species so you being human didn't bother him one bit.

But as time passed and he became corrupted, he turned you into a thing to use against Cyclonus and Tailgate. He tried to win you over just to mess with them, but he didn't plan to actually fall for you.

Getaway is a smooth talker and he tries every trick he knows to win you over, but your heart belongs to Cyclonus and Tailgate. So as he plans on dumbing Rodimus and others to Necrobot's planet he makes plans on hiding you away in his habsuite where no one from the crew comes looking for you when they expect you to be with Rodimus and others....! That's when you're his to do what he wants with.

[gojology]

Lovebirds.

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆 |  omg this is my first request. ilysm anon, im now feelin super cool. also, i just realized i put recc (as in recommended) instead of requests. i’m super stupid LOL. anyways, im touch starved too dw bby, i’m servin u up a long one since i rlly like this request and after all u r my first! 𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 | Gojo x Wife! Reader 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 | 2307 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 | None! 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 | Coming home from a long mission in America, precisely 1 year, you’re excited to catch up on Gojo’s students, Nanami, and just Gojo in general.   Leaning out of the car window, resting your arm against your purse, you sighed. A humid wind brushed against your skin, tickling you. It had been quite a while since you had been in Japan, spending almost a year on a huge mission in America. You had killed a battalion worthy amount of special grades.   You spent most of your time in America in mostly horribly rundown places, equally as infested with curses. Although you found yourself enjoying America’s natural beauty, further away from the city life that many of the Americans found themselves enjoying, you much preferred Japan. after all, it was your home, and where you met Gojo Satoru. It would be another day until you could return, and you had gone through hundreds of scenarios of finally being in his arms again, but nonetheless, you were ecstatic at the thought of your husband’s touch.   Your phone’s notification chimed loudly, you threw your phone onto the other seat, heart jumping up to a high rate. It was a recording of Satoru loudly yelling, “OPEN YOUR FUCKING PHONE!” with a flurry of giggles afterwards.    Ijichi jumped, turning left and right. Whispering under his breath, he let out an exasperated sigh, switching the music channel.    The recording was mostly because of the time you had to ghost him due to work. Gojo had snuck on and recorded it, doing some magical tech stuff and giving you the custom notification sound. You had kept it that way ever since, since secretly, you enjoyed that you were so badly wanted by Gojo, that, and you had no idea how to change it back.    But the custom notification was sweet as well.   You smiled to yourself every time you heard it, a familiar twinge of pain flashing inside of you whenever you realized you wouldn’t be able to see him for a while.   Well, today, and the days after that would be different. You’d be able to finally see Gojo again, and his new students that he always frantically texted you about. Nanami, an old friend of Gojo, and also an old friend of yours, would also be there to welcome you back, you found yourself reminiscing about them.   You had heard so much about them, one of the kids being Sukuna’s vessel, you wondered how Gojo could contain such a fear, being around the kid at all times, he always told you about how the kid was actually energetic and happy and an overall great kid, you had heard about Nanami, finally coming back into the jujutsu sorcerer field of work, even though you always found that he still had a thing for finances.   You shook your head, “Save that shit for later, (Y/N).” muttering to yourself, you didn’t want to think of anything but Gojo, after all, it had been one fucking year of being deprived of the man you loved most. You were practically starving for the guy, in more ways than one.   Ijichi gulped, facing towards you, one hand on his steering wheel, “Forgive me Mrs. Satoru, but um.. Forgive me if I misheard, but I think I heard your phones notification go off.. Due to the ah- incredibly loud profanity.”   Now just realizing that you had completely forgotten about the phone notification, you nodded your thanks to Ijichi, a warmth rushing to your cheeks before opening up your phone.    In the small, rounded box containing Gojo’s message, he wrote in all caps, “SUGAR, MY BELOVED, MY QUEEN, HOW CLOSE ARE YOU? I CAN’T FUCKING WAIT I’M LITERALLY BOUNCING UP AND DOWN IN OUR BED.”   Smiling to yourself, you furiously texted back, “Calm down honeybun, I’ll be there in like, 24 hours, I’m not even fucking close.”   You almost instantly got a DM back, making you jump a bit in your seat. Even with the 5 years of friendship, and the 3 years of relationship, and the 2 years of marriage, he still almost always texted you back as quickly as possible.   “God I can’t fucking wait for you to meet the kids! We’ll keep it a surprise, yeah? We have a bunch of treats, and we also got the kids to get some gifts for you! How thoughtful aren’t they? They’re MY offspring by the way, so like, you know, whenever you want a kid, it’s your call ;)”   You snorted to yourself, smiling. He genuinely seemed so excited, and it was all shining through even though it was from a screen.    “Maybe in a few years, I don’t even wanna imagine a little you.”   Despite the excited, bubbling feeling brewing bigger and bigger in your stomach, you figured it’d be best to sleep before the chaos. Happily sighing, you laid down, using your purse as a pillow, drifting into a blissful sleep.  ‧₊˚✩彡.   You awoke to a sudden halt, Looking around your surroundings, you figured you were home. Ijichi looked like he was damn near about to fall asleep on the steering wheel.   Well, maybe that’s what 24 hours of constant driving did to you. You fished around in your purse, silently cursing looking for a water bottle.   “Here, Ijichi, looks like you ran a marathon.” you grinned, handing the slightly crumped water bottle to him.   He beamed as if a guardian angel had descended down and gave him a trillion dollars.   “Mrs. Satoru! You really mean it? The ride was nothing, I was merely instructed to do so and I would’ve done it happily regardless.”   You waved your hand, as a dismissal of the conversation. “You overwork yourself Ijichi, go catch a break, on me. If Gojo tears you apart, tell him he won’t be getting any pussy from me for another year.”   Ichiji nodded vigorously, before dashing off, probably towards a massage center, God that guy needed it. ‧₊˚✩彡.    Gojo frantically hopped up and down, it had been a day, now he was just waiting for you to bust through the door in your wild hair, his legs sprawled onto the whole of a couch, he stared at the ceiling, a dopey smile spread across his face.     “Satoru. (Y/N) will not even want to be associated with you, looking at your current state.” he remarked, staring at the sorcerer with his strikingly dead eyes.     “Nanami, how the fuck am I supposed to act calm?! I’ve waited for this moment for ONE YEAR! Does my hair look normal?!”    “Your hair looks just like an albino porcupine, just as usual.” Flipping the page of his newspaper, he sighed, rubbing his temples. “I will never understand how someone like (Y/N) would be.. Interested in you, Satoru.”     Gojo paid no attention to the insult Nanami had so clearly made, his ears were perked up, eavesdropping on a distant conversation coming closer and closer.     “Gojo-Senpai was telling me about this movie while training my cursed energy! He basically spoiled the whole thing but he told me that the main character was super annoying but apparently she dies in the end in the most gruesome way possible! It’s worth the watch, your soul will feel cleansed as soon as you see her lifeless body!”     “Yuuji, you literally spoiled the whole thing to me just now.” Fushiguro calmly stated, looking bored out of his mind.     “Oh, oops.” Yuuji rubbed the back of his neck. He smiled coyly, tightly hugging his present.    “What’s with the decorations, Gojo-Sensei?” inquired Nobara, stroking her warm toned brown hair. She had figured it was something about the presents that Gojo had forced the trio to get, but he never told them who it was for.    The room had been decorated with various balloons and confetti, scattered about, on the table and the ground. A cake box wrapped with a gigantic bow limply guarded whoever was brave enough to get their hands on something that Gojo seemed to be protecting with his life.    A pink table cover with a crudely drawn Gojo and what would seem to be a girl, a heart in the middle of the pair. In a horrible font with an even awfuller text, the text on top and at the bottom of the drawing proudly stated:    “WELCOME BACK QT”    “-YOU’RE HUSBAND AND THE CREW”    Nobara stood in distaste, trying to disguise the face she made. The drawing, the misused you’re, and the overall poor design choice was enough to almost make her vomit.     Nobara, about to make her distasteful statements about the whole mess, was suddenly shut up as Gojo started hopping up and down, looking directly at his phone.   “SHE’S COMING! SHE’S COMING! EVERYONE IN YOUR PLACES!”    Now, seeing Gojo freak out wasn’t outside of the ordinary, but it was to see him freak out to this extent. He was hopping up and down, blabbering about a certain woman named (Y/N). Nobara was pretty sure that if a curse attacked right now, even a special grade comparable to the one with the uncomplete domain could completely crush Gojo, the guy seemed completely unaware of the example he was setting to the kids. Even Yuuji stood in disbelief, and he had seen multiple tantrums by Gojo.   Nanami, however, licked his finger and flipped the newspaper page. A face of boredom obviously displayed.     Nobara, preparing herself to chew Gojo out about how utterly stupid and embarrassing he made the whole class of jujutsu sorcerers look like, stopped wide eyed as she looked at the doors slide wide open. ‧₊˚✩彡.    You stood, shyly, looking at the ground. Gojo dove headfirst into your arms, laughing like a maniac and digging his face into your shoulder. You breathed in his scent, scanning the room.     Three teens, sat wide-eyed, backs straight as they looked at you with eyes you couldn’t quite read. All three of them held presents.     The one with eyelids underneath his eyes (which you assumed was Yuuji, the vessel of Sukuna) eyed you curiously, his eye twitched.     The other boy, one with wild black-blue hair, sat mouth agape, before closing it. He looked like he was about to say something, before stopping entirely and hugging his present closer to his chest.    The warm haired girl darted her eyes between you two, seemingly trying to put the puzzle together.     Nanami put the newspaper down, glancing over to you two.    “This is obviously Gojo-Senpai’s wife. He hasn’t seen her in many months, and as you can see, really really misses her.” he paused, a small smile spreading on his face, a rare sight.     “I don’t even know why myself, but what can you do with lovebirds?” he thought aloud, his attention now focused to the two of you furiously making out, hands in places Yuuji and the crew didn’t need to see.    “Satoru, (Y/N), leave the kissing for later. Don’t you see the kids?”     You detached yourself from his mouth, panting for breath. The air being exhaled out of his nose fanned over your face, you had just now realized the kids again.     “Satoru, lets sit down. I bet the kids are surprised. “ you motioned to the couch. Gojo whined.     “What? They’re not that dumb, they can tell you’re my wife or at least, you’re my girlfriend, just by the way we kiss right? Isn’t this telling enough?”     “You didn’t tell them about me, ever did you?”     He sighed in defeat, holding tightly onto your arm as you dragged him over and sat down on the comfortable couch, opposite of Yuuji and the crew. Nanami scooched over, before finally getting up to pull another chair from somewhere else. Grunting, he excused himself from the room.     “YOU HAD A GIRLFRIEND, GOJO-SENPAI? AND DIDN’T TELL US?” Yuuji questioned, looking like he was about to faint.    Gojo laughed, snuggling deeper onto you, almost like a koala.     “She’s my wife, aren’t you, sugar? Did you even pay attention to anything Nanami said? He literally said she was my wife.”     Megumi made an obvious gagging sound, but even he didn’t seem as bored as he was usually. He actually looked intrigued.     “Why didn’t you tell us, Gojo-Senpai?” the girl nagged, slamming her fist down on the table.     Gojo smiled, “Uh, well, I wanted it to be a surprise when she came back.”     “Couldn’t you have told us that you had a wife or something?” Megumi butt in.    The door slid open, Nanami coming in with a wooden stool.     “Knowing Gojo-Senpai, that probably went over his head.” grunting as he placed the wooden stool down and sat, he opened his newspaper again.     “Where do you guys know eachother?”    “Was Gojo-Senpai handsome back in highschool too?”    “Do you know what lipgloss Gojo-Senpai wears?”    “Gojo-Senpai, how did you know you loved her?”     “Gojo-Senpai, can we eat now?”     “Do you know why Gojo has such a horrible sweet tooth?”      Before you could even respond, Nanami put his hand up.     “Now, now, lets let the happy couple settle down.” he cleard his throat, not even making eye contact with anyone but the newspaper.     An audible chorus of groans sounded, “What do you expect us to do? We literally just met her!” moaned Yuuji.    “Weren’t you the one that literally asked if we could eat yet?”    Yuuji immediately shut up afterwards.     “Yuuji, she just came back from a 1 day trip. She should be laying down comfortably with Gojo-Senpai and they should be catching up. You’ll have the opportunity to talk to her and learn about her later. Right now she needs space.”    “But-” Nobara whined, clasping her hands together.    Nanami turned to Fushiguro, but even he had his mind set. “I didn’t even begin to think that Gojo had a wife. I really want to know more about her, if you think about it, this is all Gojo-Sensei’s fault.”    Nanami rubbed his temples, staring at the two of you for backup, realizing that you two were making out again.    Nanami sighed, 10 years later and you two were still the same.    

[loveisbraveandwild]

hi so i’ve gotten a lot of messages and asks/anons about attending the city of lover concert and i just want to tell my experience and explain how it happened, as well as address some things like my “views” on international fans and class. a lot of people are excited for me but i also came back tot some really really really hateful anons so i just wanted to clear everything up. the post is very long but it basically talks about being abroad, going to sessions, and then this weekend in paris.

as you may or may not know i’m currently doing a semester abroad in germany. i’m really fortunate to go to a university in the states that has a strong study abroad program allowing me to study in germany without paying an additional cost from what i already pay my uni. knowing i was going abroad, i saved as much money as possible because i knew i wanted to travel. because of my visa, i am not allowed to work in germany. i haven’t not had a job since middle school. as a full time student in the states i also work three jobs. during the summer i was working around 50-70 hours a week. i’m privileged and fortunate enough to be able to take out a lot of student loans and what i can’t take out, my parents pay. aside from my education, i fully pay for everything. traveling while abroad was a priority for me so i was able to save a good bit a money.

in addition to saving for abroad i was pocketing about $10/week for what at the time i knew to be the ts7 tour. when i got my call to go to rhode island and then nashville i spent every dollar i had for tour on a plane and airbnb in nashville. other people stayed in hotels, i stayed in a $34/night airbnb and while i always imagined my dad would be there when i met taylor, he couldn’t come. i was lucky that many of my friends who i met up with in nashville had parents generous enough to pay for multiple meals of mine. despite all of this, i recognize my privilege of being able to go to sessions. i was saving for things that definitely aren’t necessities because i have the means to between my babysitting, sales associate, and paid internship jobs. while i havent spoken about it much because i honestly don’t know how to talk about it without getting backlash, i want to make it very clear that i do not for a second take for granted the fact that i was able to fly to nashville with 8 days notice as a result of the class and financial situation i am currently in. 

going back to abroad, i knew i was going to paris. i didn’t know when but its been a dream of mine since i started learning french at age 11. i imagined a short weekend with a few abroad friends to site see. when taylor announced the city of lover concert, i reached out to a couple of my international fan mutuals with the hopes of being able to meet up with them. i knew this concert was for international fans and i never for one second considered taking an opportunity away from an international fan. when yas and i discussed going to paris together it was clear that had she won tickets, she was going to go with someone else despite us staying together because we know there are people who have never seen taylor because of where they live. my plan was to go to the venue and meet up with friends and maybe catch a glimpse of scott or tree if we were lucky. i got a round trip flight for 97 euros and stayed in a hostel and explored paris alone for a few days until yas came to paris. my program doesn’t allow friday classes so i left thursday evening and then flew back to germany at 4am this morning because i had class at 9am. i did skip class on monday though, something i am eternally grateful for being able to do. 

the day of the concert we arrived around 3 and met up with the handful of people we knew were going. the day of the concert i learned that doors opened at 6:00pm and the concert started at 8:30pm. i didn’t know this until i was in paris. i also got pickpocketed the day before the concert so wasn’t able to access social media with the exception of a few times because of yas’s generosity and willingness to let me use her phone. had i had full access to my phone, i would have posted when and where the concert was.

when we arrived there was a barricade section of people without tickets but with the hopes of going in. there were about two dozen of them and almost all, if not all of them were european swifties. we found it odd that they were holding these people considering staff said multiple times that there were no more tickets. however, yas and i were still planning to leave at around 6:15/6:30 after everyone was let into the concert. at around 5:45 we were still there, people were getting excited, and i said to yas “i want to get into the barricade. what’s the worst that can happen.” after they let the first group of people into the concert venue they opened the barricade and gave us all bracelets. i was about fifth from last to get my bracelet and they still had what looked to be 20 or so more bracelets to give out. i was shocked. i was crying, shaking, smiling, all the good things. i could not believe what was happened. i never went to the venue with the intentions of getting in even for a second but i knew that if i got into the barricade with literally fifteen minutes until the doors opened i wouldn’t be taking a spot from anyone if they did distribute tickets. there’s no way anyone could have predicted they would let us in because staff made if very clear both day of and days leading up to the event that all the tickets were won or bought. me being there did not take a spot away from anyone. if i hadn’t gone in that would have been one less person at the concert, not one more spot for an international fan. i recognize my privilege of being able to go to paris at all, let alone with someone i had never met before for an event i wasnt even going to. 

i spoke a lot about the concert leading up to it, in addition to the experiences i’ve had since being abroad the last few weeks. i had no idea what its like to be an international fan and im frustrated that it took me walking a mile in international fans shoes to actually speak about it. i should have said something sooner, and i know that. i still stand by every single thing i said or reblogged about the injustices of being an international fan. again, my experience at the concert was not in spite of international fans. i want to continue to be an ally for international fans if welcomed to, but many of the anons i got suggested i should never talk about it again. additionally, i got a lot of asks about my privilege. this is something i know i need to address more directly and its honestly one of the hardest issues for me to talk about. the school i go to and the people i am surrounded by often puts me on the lower class side but in the real world and in this fandom i know i am extremely privileged. im not well educated on how to talk about my class privilege but its something i very much want to learn and so i am actively trying. this fandom has already taught me so much.

i’m sorry this is so long but i needed to get my story out because i’m still very distraught by the dozens of hateful asks i got about the concert. this was easily the second best weekend of my life and i boarded my plane back to germany shaking over the anons i knew i would come back to. i understand all the anger and frustration because i know there are people who have been here for years without even a notice let alone the opportunities i’ve gotten over the past month and a half. i want to talk about it but only in a constructive manner. i still dont have my phone to replies will be delayed but please feel free to comment, send me asks/anons, or messages if you took the time to read this post. 

[joeycupcakerichter]

Justin Foley - Obligations

A/N: Okay, so this one deals with than a less than happy home life and a move I think Justin would make all day er’day because he doesn’t always think shit through.

Requested: Yes, by anon

Pairings: Justin x Reader

Warnings: Insinuations of abuse and living in a poor household. Alcohol father also.

Word Count: 1311

Prompt: 54. You’re not obligated to save me.

Masterlist

Your alarm blares for the fifth time before you finally crawl out of your bed. You just have no willpower this morning, thanks to the killer hangover you acquired from the night before. You can hear out in the living room that your parents are fighting again. Something about the electric bill, or maybe the cable bill? Probably both. You groan inwardly before sitting up and rubbing your eyes. You glance over to your phone to see no messages received, which was the first thing that actually surprised this morning. You send a good morning text to your boyfriend Justin before stripping off yesterday’s outfit and getting in the shower. As you go to step into the tub, you hear your phone buzz again. You eagerly pick it up to see a message from your service provider. You look at the phone, confusion washing over your features before you tossing the device on your bed and storming out into the living room.

“What the hell guys!” You shout, trying to be heard over your arguing parents. “Why is my phone shut off?” Your father glares at your mother before turning on his heel before storming out and climbing in his truck and shooting down the street. You turn to your mother, fuming. “What’s the point of me having a job when I can’t even have a functioning phone?” You shout.

“Your father blew all of our money at the bar last night. Apparently his tab needed to be paid.” Your mom says, sitting down and taking a drink out of her coffee. You could feel the sides of your face burning as your rage boiled up you stumbled over your words.

“What in the fuck do you mean?” You roar, rage getting the best of you. Tears starting falling down your mother’s cheeks and you felt your heart drop into your stomach.

“What would you have me do (Y/N)?” She pleads with you. You stand there before the broken woman, trying to muster up some words of comfort but all that comes to mind is the instance that she leave him. You didn’t care if he was your “father”. He was a piece of shit who had no interest in anyone but himself. You opt to silently hug your mother, knowing nothing you could say would express how you truly felt about the situation. She rested her hand on your arm, using her other to rub your back to comfort you. When tears subsided, you finished getting ready and started your walk to school. Normally you would ride with Justin and Zach, but since you had no way to get ahold of them, looks like you were walking.

As you turned onto the busy street that would leave you to school, you heard loud music and a horn honking behind you. You turn to see Zach and Justin looking at you, gesturing in confusion.

“The fuck (Y/N)?” Justin calls out once Zach come to a stop next to you. “Why didn’t you text me this morning?” You pulled out your phone and showed him the message from your service provider trying hard to keep your composure. Justin knew about your family, it was what drew you together. But that didn’t mean that you wanted him to know how much you struggled there. And this was just your dad blowing the phone and electric bill. You had been out last night when he stumbled home drunk and pissed but had you been there, it would’ve been a hell of a lot different.

“Damn, (Y/N). I’m sorry. Is there anything I can do?” Justin asked, a look of concern covering his features.

“Unless you can somehow come up with 500 dollars so we can pay our bills.” You say shortly, knowing the likelihood of that was slim. He wore a contemplative look now, and said nothing. Zach looked from you to Justin and started to drive. He was cute, but boy was he dumb. His saving grace was he knew when to stay out of it. You didn’t want to hear the “easy” solution that most people have, it was the same one you wanted to offer to your mother this morning. Except it’s never that easy, your dad made the money for your family. It’s why he thought it was his to spend.

School was uneventful for the most part, Sheri getting on you at lunch about not texting her back until Justin tells her to shut up. She backs off, telling you she’d see you around. Great, more bullshit. You just wanted the day to end so you could go crawl into your bed and try to forget the world. Justin and Zach had practice after school and while you normally would stay and watch to cheer them on, you snuck off while they were getting changed into their uniforms. Plugging in your headphones, you privately thanked god for music and its ability to get your mind off everything.

When you cut the corner onto your street, you were surprised to see Zach’s Audi parked out front. As you neared, you could see Zach was still in the car and you were confused as to why he was even there.

“Zach, the fuck are you doing here?” You shout at him, emotion drained from your voice. He says nothing and points to the front door where you see Justin talking to your mom. She seems to be thanking him profusely, and even pulls him into a hug, definitely earning a raised eyebrow from you. Justin looks awkward as he breaks from the hug, spotting you over your mother’s shoulder as he mouths the word “shit”.

“Hey mom, what’s going on?” You ask warily as you walk up the front yard. You’re watching the two of them warily, half a million things running through your head.

“(Y/N), I was just talking to your mom about something, I wanted to help out.” He says cautiously.

“Help out with what?”

“(Y/N), honey, Justin gave us a little bit of money, to cover what your dad blew last night.” Your mom explained, words getting stuck in her throat as her voice wavered. Your eyebrows shoot up into what must be your hairline as you turn your gaze on Justin.

“I’m, uh, gonna be staying with Zach for a little while.” He tells you as he nods at Zach. He smiles at your mom, but you can see the anxiety in his eyes, he doesn’t want to talk about it here.

“I have to get this money in town before 5 so I can pay off these bills.” Your mom says, excusing herself from the two of you. “Thank you Justin, I’ll pay every dime of it back, I promise.”

“Don’t worry about it Mrs. (Y/L/N). No rush.” He says warmly. Your mom plants a kiss on his cheek and beams at him before hopping into her car and speeding towards downtown.

“What the fuck did you do Justin?” You whisper angrily. “Where did you get that money.”

“Meth Seth just left it lying around. I wanted to help you.” He whispers back.

“You moron, he’s going to kill you!” You exclaim, emotion taking over your volume.

“I’m staying at Zach’s until I can replace the money. It wasn’t much. You said you needed 500, I’ve stolen more from that prick.” He tells you dismissively.

“You’re not obligated to save me.” You insist, tears threatening in your voice.

“Of course I’m not, but I want you to be happy (Y/N).” Justin pleads. You run your hands through your hair, nervously watching the street as if Seth would already know. “I just wanted to help you.” He says sadly. “I’d give up anything to see you smile. You’re everything to me.”

[underabr0kensky]

150 random questions (for anon)

1.) What’s better, having high expectations or having low expectations? Low expectations. That way if shit goes south you expected it but if it actually works out it’s a pleasant surprise.

2.) Would you rather go without junk food for a year or go without TV for a year? TV, if by that you mean no watching TV shows since I barely do that anyway. If you mean go without using a TV entirely, probably junk food.

3.) Describe your perfect man/woman. I honestly don’t have one. Just someone I click with who can be my best friend and will take the good with the bad, because there’s a lot of bad unfortunately. I suck lol.

4.) Thoughts on school dress codes? I don’t really care, sure they’re annoying, but at least it keeps people from feeling like shit about not being able to afford nice clothes and whatnot if everyone has to wear the same thing. What does get annoying is how ridiculous people get about what’s “acceptable” for girls to wear so they’re not “distracting”. Bra straps are a thing. Get over it.

5.)Any strange phobias? Nah, just standard fear of spiders and needles.

6.) At what job do you see Donald Trump best fit? What a weird question. It’d be kinda funny to see him shoveling shit.

7.) Who was your first crush? Her name was Jessie, I was in 3rd grade.

8.) Who was your first best friend? Uhh. Fuck, I’m not sure. Maybe John, I can’t remember how old we were.

9.)What is one weird thing about you? I keep a list of all the horror movies I’ve ever watched and update it regularly. I’m well into the 400s.

10.) Top 5 TV shows you like to watch? Game of Thrones, House M.D., Criminal Minds, Hell’s Kitchen, and Lost.

11.) What are your favorite boys names? I don’t really have any tbh. Never really thought about it.

12.) What are your favorite girls names? Rachel, Jess/Jessica, Sam, Katie, Hanna.

13.) Do you have any tattoos? If so, what are they? Nope, I do want to get some eventually though.

14.) Do you plan on getting (more) tattoos? If so, what do you want to get as of the moment? I do plan on getting tats, yes.

15.) Do you have any piercings? Do you plan on getting more? Nope and nope.

16.) Do you like hugging people? Fuck yeah, if it’s the right people. I love hugs.

17.) Think of ANY person on earth right now.  Who did you think of? Abby, I wonder how she’s doing.

18.) Do you have an iPhone? No, but I kinda want one.

19.) What is the worst thing that could happen in your life right now? Getting rejected by this job interview on Tuesday, I guess.

20.) Do you watch anime? Yes I do. Seasonally.

21.) What brings true happiness? Financial stability.

22.) What is the most expensive thing you’ve ever paid for? I paid 6 months of rent all at once when I got my first apartment because we didn’t make FIVE FUCKING TIMES the rent. Cunts.

23.) If you could have any job in the world and get paid millions of dollars a year for it, what would you be and why? Being a musician, because music keeps me sane and it’s really the only thing I’ve ever considered doing long-term.

24.) Do you want children? If so, how many? Hell no. Never.

25.) Name and describe someone who you feel most comfortable around. My friend Hanna, I can talk to her about whatever and vent to her if I need to. Taylor too.

26.)If you could invent a holiday, what would it be? National Spaghetti Weekend. A federal holiday. Having that weekend off would be mandatory and all Italian-themed restaurants would give half off on their pastas.

27.)Would you rather have summer weather or winter weather all year round? Summer. I fucking hate winter like you don’t even know.

28.) If you could make an alien race, describe what they would look like. Uhh. They would probably have evolved past the need for a physical form so they’d just be invisible (or visible, I dunno) clouds of consciousness.

29.)  What was the first thing you learned to cook? Spaghetti and meatballs.

30.) Describe your sense of humor. Very dark and sarcastic. Most people are unnerved by it at first so I tone it down around strangers.

31.) What is the key to happiness? Financial stability and being with someone you love.

32.) How many phone numbers do you have committed to memory? Whose numbers are they? My dad’s, my friend Jackie’s, and mine. That’s literally it.

33.) Name three songs that make you want to dance. Wop, Shots, and Trap Queen.

34.) What job did you want to have as a child? I wanted to be a driver in the demolition derby and then a paleontologist.

35.) Do you have any talents or skills? Yeah, I play guitar/bass/harmonica/some drums and I can sing, and I’m fairly good with computers. Also good at writing.

36.) What was the worst punishment you’ve ever had? Getting grounded from my video games for like a month back in middle school. Shit sucked.

37.) Did you ever do anything weird as a child? Yeah, I liked to pick clovers and eat them.

38.) What is your dream car? Lamborghini Diablo SE-30.

39.)  Describe something that made you laugh this week. I was watching videos about big cats chasing laser pointers earlier.

40.) Did you have a dream last night? If so, describe it. Nope, last night was too solid of a sleep because of all the wine.

41.)  Do you ever have repetitive dreams? Describe it/them. No, generally all my dreams are different, but sometimes they’ll be about the same person.

42.) Describe the worst/ scariest dream you’ve ever had. Shit I don’t remember. My dreams usually aren’t scary. I did have a dream a few months ago that my friend died in a terrorist attack or something, that freaked me out.

43.) Describe the best dream you’ve ever had. I won the lottery. And then woke up pissed the fuck off.

44.) If God himself gave you a choice of either having unlimited money for the rest of your life or finding your one true love starting tomorrow, which one would you choose (keep in mind, you are still able to make a ton of money if you choose love, and you are still able to meet your soul mate if you choose money)? Soul mate, absolutely.

45.) If you could do anything (and I mean ANYTHING) right now without consequences, what would you do and why? Take Emma Watson on a date and then bang her into next century.

46.) Do you have any recipes that you know off the top of your head? What is it/ what are they? Yeah, spaghetti and meatballs, lasagna, Fettuccine chicken Alfredo. 

47.) Do you have your license? If so, do you have a car? Yes and yes.

48.) Have you ever had a near death experience? Yup, car crash in third grade.

49.) Do you personally know anyone that has been to prison? Nope not personally.

50.) Have you ever been in a physical fight? Yeah, a few times.

51.) When you get out of the shower, do you towel dry, blow dry, or air dry your hair? Towel dry a bit and then air dry. Who has time to blow dry that shit?

52.) When you go to the movies, what snacks and drinks do you take with you? I usually sneak in a bottle of vodka or whiskey, buy a Coke, dump out a shitload of it and then cut it with the vodka. Makes movies a lot more fun.

53.) Do you like going to the beach? If so, do you like to stay dry or go in the water? If not, why? Fuck yes, but I haven’t been in years. And I don’t mind getting wet, swimming is fun.

54.) Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? Nah, do people actually do that?

55.) If you could have a superpower ASIDE from being invisible or being able to fly, what would you have? Control fire. Always wanted to surround myself with fire whenever I’m pissed off.

56.) If you were able to live for however long you wanted to (i’m talking thousands of years without aging), when would you choose to die? Whenever I got bored or when the world got too shitty to handle.

57.) What do you think happens after you die? I don’t think jack shit happens.

58.) Do you believe in aliens? I’m a healthy skeptic but it seems pretty retarded to just discount the possibility of aliens considering how fucking massive the universe is.

59.) Do you believe in ghosts? I’d like to. Never seen any evidence firsthand but I won’t completely write it off.

60.) Do you believe in spiritual things like ouija boards, tarot cards, and crystals? Do you believe they are portals for evil entities to enter the mortal world? Not really. Seems kind of far-fetched. But I do wanna fuck with a Ouija board and do everything you’re not supposed to do just to see what I piss off.

61.) If you could make one mythical being real, who/what would you make? Dragons motherfucker.

62.) Do you get tan, or do you burn? I tan. I can burn too, it just depends.

63.) Describe your shower routine. Shampoo, conditioner, body wash, face wash.

64.) Do you enjoy school? Why or why not? High school was a joke but I met some cool people there, college was a fucking waste of money and I’m glad I dropped out.

65.) In your opinion, what is the worst way to die? Alone.

66.) Do you get carsick, sea sick, or airplane sickness? None of those.

67.) What’s one memory that you wish you could live again and again? Visiting Jess in South Dakota. Also my 21st birthday.

68.) What were some of your stuffed animal’s names from when you were a kid? Mr. Bear is the one I remember the most. And Babas the clown. 

69.)Do you have any pets? I wish.

70.) Describe your daily wardrobe. Whatever the hell I feel like putting on. Usually a T shirt and jeans.

71.)  Describe what your daily wardrobe would be if you were rich. The exact same thing.

72.)  Create a character right now.  Give them a name, age, and character description. Fluffybutt McSnugglekins. She’s a 2 year old tortoiseshell kitty.

73.)What was the last thing you bought? Fuck if I know, I’ve been broke for a while. Probably bread or a bottle of vodka.

74.) Have you ever bought a CD? What band was it for? I’ve bought a lot of CDs, the most recent one was Metallica’s newest album.

75.) Describe your perfect ice cream sundae. A brownie sundae. Make sure the brownie is warm.

76.) If you could make ANYTHING happen right now with no cost, trouble, or obstacles, what would you do? Immediate winning of Power Ball.

77.) What are some of your favorite physical activities to do? I like boxing workouts, I need to get back into doing those.

78.) What were some of your favorite shows as a child? Scooby Doo and Inspector Gadget.

79.) Describe how you would survive the zombie apocalypse. I probably wouldn’t because I’d be too excited that the world had finally ended to be careful. I’d make sure to always keep a sidearm on me though so I could shoot myself if the zombies were closing in.

80.)What are some things you shouldn’t say at work? You can say whatever you want as long as the wrong people don’t overhear you.

81.) If you were told that if you killed someone, you would save 100 people, would you do it? It would depend on the person. And the people I’d be saving.

82.) How’s the weather right now? It’s a little chilly, I wish winter would fuck off.

83.) What is the background on your cell phone right now? It’s a road covered in red leaves.

84.)Is it better to work at a job that you love or a job that pays well? A job that you love. You can’t pay away misery.

85.) What do you have within arms reach of your bed? My iPod dock.

86.) Have you ever been fired from a job? If so, why? Nope, just quit a lot of them.

87.) Have you ever won a trophy, prize, or medal? If so, for what? Yeah, I won some Tee Ball trophies when I was a kid, also won a spelling bee once.

88.) Do you have any posters, pictures, or art hanging on your walls in your room? If so, what are they? Yup, it’s a lot of band and music-related stuff.

89.) Are you afraid of the dark? If so, why? No, I love the dark.

90.)What is something that you’ve never done but would like to try? Skydiving.

91.) If you could choose three famous people or characters to be friends with, who would you choose and why? Emma Watson because I am fucking in love with her, Peter Dinklage because I bet he’s a fun as fuck dude to hang out with, and Hugh Jackman because he could give me voice lessons and seems like a generally good guy.

92.) Do you smile at strangers when you pass by them on the street? Depends on my mood, usually yes.

93.) Do you have a favorite TV commercial? If so, what is it? Nah, there have been some Super Bowl commercials that were fun but I’ve forgotten them.

94.) Do you like your handwriting? My handwriting sucks lol.

95.) Cable TV or Netflix? Netflix. Cable is so unnecessary.

96.) What are your favorite smells? Freshly cut grass, bourbon, cooking food, and Hawaiian Aloha Febreze.

97.) Do you consider yourself physically strong? Yeah, I’m a lot stronger than I look.

98.) Describe a time where you said something really rude or mean, whether intentional or not. I can’t remember exactly what was said, I was with my girlfriend at the time in her car, we were fighting, she said something that pushed my buttons and I hauled off and screamed at her.

99.) Do you ask strangers to pet their dogs? Usually. Furry babies make me happy.

100.)What is your most embarrassing moment? When I danced with my crush in like 4th grade, I had no idea what the fuck I was doing.

101.) Has anyone really close to you ever died? If so, who was it and how did you handle it? Nobody super close. My friend Shannon died when she was 16 but we hadn’t talked in a few years. It was still really shitty, still think about her sometimes.

102.)  Describe your plan of action if you were home alone and you heard someone break into your house. Grab a weapon, whether it’s one of my swords or my shotgun. Prepare to end someone.

103.) If you were to be born again, would you want to be born male or female? I wouldn’t mind trying life as a female.

104.)  What shampoo do you use? Whatever I pick up. Usually Aussie or Pantene.

105.) Guess the meaning of this word: ulotrichous. I have no idea and I don’t feel like Googling it.

106.) Do you let messages (phone, email, text, social media, etc…) build up, or do you have to look at them right away? I usually look at them right away. Except for my email, my inbox is a cesspit.

107.)  Where is the nearest McDonalds to your house? It’s like a 10 minute drive or so.

108.)  If you had $1 billion and you had to spend it in exactly one week, what would you spend it on? A fully paid off house, a fully paid off car, lots of musical equipment, a shitload of expensive ass food, and the rest on lottery tickets.

109.) What is the best thing you’ve ever eaten? My own spaghetti and meatball recipe. I like it better than actual Italian food made by immigrants.

110.) If you could go on a trip around the world with up to three people, who would you bring (they can be people you know personally or famous people). My best friend, Taylor, and Emma Watson.

111.) What expletive/ explicit phrase do you say most often? Fuck. All the fucking time.

112.) What is your personal definition of success? Just not wanting to die every single day.

113.) How was your day today? It was alright, I got a job interview.

114.) What is the closest Big City you live by? I live right outside of Nashville.

115.) Have you ever been in a car accident? Yeah, 3 of them. Only driving for 1 though.

116.) Do you hide anything from your parents? A lot of things.

117.) If you could possess one talent, what would you be able to do? Not be depressed.

118.) Ugly and smart or beautiful and stupid? Ugly and smart.

119.) What is the worst thing you’ve ever seen in real life? Man of Steel. God, that movie is terrible.

120.) Use only 3 words to describe how you want your future to go. Go away, depression.

121.) QUICK! give me a few things a brick could be useful for: Breaking a window, breaking your arch-enemy’s skull, smashing open a bottle of wine because you don’t have a corkscrew.

122.) If you could make a dream society, describe it in great detail where it would be, who would be in it, and what rules there would be? I’m not even gonna attempt that because humans are far too shitty for a “dream society” to exist. I’d love to do away with money ruling everything though, and racist/homophobic/overzealous religious types would have no place in it.

123.) If you could make any animal miniature, what would you make and why? I’d love to make a mini octopus. Because they’re the shit. And they’re geniuses, they’ll take over the world eventually.

124.) What are your favorite candle scents? I like pine.

125.) If you HAD to have one plastic surgery, what would you get and why? I have no idea, the least intensive one.

126.) Do you prefer to hang out with the same sex or the opposite sex? I usually find myself with more female friends than male, but my two best friends are male and female.

127.) If you could make a charity, what would the profits go towards? How would you raise money for it? Something to do with mental disorders and researching cures and shit. I have no idea how I’d go about raising money, charities are hard. Maybe fundraisers.

128.) Describe the body you wish you had. Basically my body but a lot more lean and toned.

129.) If you were a famous director, what would your next movie be about? Describe the plot, characters, and possible title. I want to make an atmospheric psychological horror movie. The characters would probably just be random college students, but they’d be tormented by crazy psychological shit. Like one of them goes into a room and the door vanishes, they freak out and bang on the walls for what seems like hours and then their friends come in like “What the fuck are you freaking out about”. Fun shit like that.

130.) If only women were to rule the world, how different would the world be by 2050? Entirely different. I can’t even guess at how, but it would obviously be very different.

131.) What is your favorite alcoholic drink? Bourbon.

132.) Do you have a problematic friend? Yeah, a couple of them.

133.) Are you more spontaneous or more of a planner? Spontaneous. Plans are lame.

134.) If you could change your full name, what would your name be? I’m pretty cool with my name.

135.) What is one song that describes your life? “Never Enough”

136.) What is one show you’ve been meaning to watch but can never find the time for? Breaking Bad, everyone says it’s so good.

137.) Do you find it easy to drop toxic people from your life that you’ve known for a long time? Hell no, I can’t let of anyone.

138.) Do you like children? Why or why not? Nah, they just kind of annoy me most of the time.

139.) What is your zodiac sign? Libra.

140.) Do you like to dance? Do you dance often? In front of other people? Sort of, but no, never.

141.) Name some of your favorite colors. Black, dark red, silver, green.

142.) Have you ever shoplifted? If so, what was it? Yes. Food, Magic cards, headphones, a toothbrush, a comb, a DVD, I think that’s it.

143.) If you could speak three additional languages, what would they be? Spanish, Italian, and Japanese.

144.) Have you ever been in legal trouble? Nothing serious, but yeah.

145.) Have you ever had surgery? Nope. Probably should though, my shoulder is fukt.

146.) If you could change 2 things about yourself, what would you change and why? I’d get rid of my depression and be in much better shape.

147.) What do you want done with your body after you die? Probably cremation.

148.) What three physical features do people compliment you most on? What do they say about them? Hair, eyes, and jaw line. Everybody thinks my hair and eyes are pretty and I’ve been told I have a “strong jaw”.

149.) If you could have your own business, what would you do? It’d be cool to have my own record label.

150.) What current friend do you have that you’ve known the longest? My best friend, I’ve known him for like 15 years or so.

[fannibalfestscamreport-blog]

So I'm going to be attending the con (saved up money enjoy Canada and would like to see what's up), you raise valid points in this blog and it's troubling that blind disdain for you leaves your legit questions unanswered, I'm the person who commented on keeping the actors safe on fuckoffannibals. I can say that their daily passes aren't necessarily ridiculous when considering some other conventions but this is a very new one. I was able to attend RDC3 and it was very lackluster for the price.

The daily passes are ridiculous only if you consider that initially they were forcing people to buy 4-day passes and claimed they could not ever do a 1-day option. However, it became apparent that since they do not have the money or attention they believed they were going to get, they dropped down to a day pass option to attempt to make more money. Now, tell me, and I doubt you’ll ever come back, but what exactly about the people who really only wanted to attend one day who have already paid $160 dollars? 

Not only are they now forced to attend 4 days, one day of which seems to only be a bus tour (which is extra money) and not even really set up yet, why they should be happy? Why start with insisting that you must buy tickets for 4 days when one of your days is entirely a bus tour that is in addition to ticket price? What about the people who don’t go or don’t want to go? There’s nothing for them that day. This means hundreds of dollars on a hotel for a day they aren’t doing anything and there is no actual convention going on. 

RDC doesn’t look very appealing to me, or most of the mods here, it still looks far more entertaining than what this looks like. It seems, for one, there are more attendees so at least there are more people to hang out with. Best guess at guest attendance at this one is no more than 100-200 and that’s optimistic. They can’t have more than 500 as they already stated about booking the room. RDC3 had at least 1000. This makes things far more exciting than a closed group. 

Also, as a ticket holder if you are legitimately going and you have proof to it, you have every right to ask them a question. Any question. They seem to at least pretend to be nice to people if they already gave them money. Why not ask them? If you agree this blog raises legitimate questions, why did you still give them money? They told an anon not to long ago if she seriously wanted a refund they would give her one. Why not get one? I know all of this sounds hostile but it’s confusing to me why you’d still want to attend if you think legitimate questions are raised here. 

The fact of the matter is, that at the end of the day, something about this is a scam or a fraud. Maybe not to the actual guests but to the cast. There is no actual way they can be affording 5 people and also be telling the truth about their budget. Or telling the truth to the actors. This all factors into the filing of their non-profit which they publicly lie about when actual public records tell a completely different story. This won’t end well because when (not if) it’s exposed that they are defrauding these guests and this information gets to people like Fuller, Mads, Hugh, whatever, guess what people are going to be very pissed off at Fannibals and guess what people are going to be very weary about doing more conventions? It won’t just be these 5 people it will be the entire cast and this convention will ruin it for the entirety of the rest of the fandom who likes to go to real conventions that aren’t obvious scams or poorly run. 

If you would like to discuss things privately, we can do that, we keep all messages here anonymous if asked to do so, because I am curious what you think is legitimate and what isn’t and I’m even more curious as to why you aren’t concerned enough to pull out of this before it ends in a big ball of flames, but, no one here expects you to come back let alone say anything else. No one ever does. 

I also have no idea what fuckofffannibals is.