#I made the mistake of going onto twitter and i hated it

[kennimu]

Why does Twitter hate Bernard so much??? Like what the hell did he do to them?? 😭😭

They all acting as if he killed their families, I thought we were over the Bernard hate train. Like they don't understand you can still like timkon/timsteph and not pray on Bernard's downfall just for existing -

(This is from someone who loves Timber and also enjoys timkon and timsteph, they're all good pairings but holy shit why can't they accept Bernard is a good character)

[jji-lee]

as he sat on your pink fluffy couch, haechan wondered how the hell he got himself in this situation. he fidgeted in his seat, silence eating him alive. he looked up quickly, catching a glimpse of you before immediately ducking his head back down.

if he had known he'd been called over to get stared down by five very attractive individuals, he probably would've ignored the job offer and forced himself to live with the burden of poverty. you five had been looking over at him and whispering to one another for the past ten minutes, leaving him sat there, tense and sweaty.

.

he had been greeted at the door by the short pretty boy, huang renjun, kinda mean but nice enough to appear welcoming. and then he was guided into your bedroom by a taller bulkier male, lee jeno, kind smile but kinda intimidating. as he waited for "the boss" to be out of the bathroom (that's what everyone had been calling you), he was questioned by another pretty boy, na jaemin. he asked him about photography which helped ease his nerves.

"donghyuck, you're like a camera god, don't look so nervous, there's no one better for this job than you!"

he wish he knew what the job actually was, but he'd just have to wait for "the boss" to be ready. he also wishes that you'd hurry up because during the wait, a female had appeared. she was dressed in all black, outfit simple yet very fashionable, aeri uchinaga or giselle which she preferred to be called. hyuck avoided eye contact with her as best as he could, only mumbling a little hi, eyes focused on the super interesting piece of lint on his pants.

.

when you had finally come in hyuck made the mistake of looking up, swallowing thick as he stared you down. you were gorgeous wow, well you were all gorgeous, but you, you were something out of his wet dreams. your cute little outfit snug tight against your body, wait was that appropriate for a job interview?

"taaa-daaa!"

you spun around on your heels, hands on your hips as you posed for everyone to see. hyuck's mouth went dry as he watched you.

"stop putting on a show you're scaring the poor kid, hurry up so we can do the interview."

jaemin rushed you onto the bed facing hyuck. you leaned forward from your seat reaching your hand out to greet haechan.

"hey hyuck-"

he blushed at the nickname.

"nice to meet you, i'm y/n, the one actually hiring you."

he shook your hand quickly, pulling his own back like he had just been burned.

"nice to meet you too, y/n."

he avoided eye contact eyes drifting towards your cleavage as you bent in front of him. haechan shut his eyes bringing his hands onto his lap to hide his arousal, are you a fucking teenager get a grip! you giggled sitting back down on the bed as your other four friends joined you, and that's how it began.

.

haechan feels like he's been sitting there for hours listening to you all whisper, occasional pushes and shoves being exchanged between the five of you. renjun was the first to speak, clearing his throat before starting,

"i'm gonna be blunt with you lee donghyuck. y/n is a cam girl and we want you to record her streams for her-"

"and occasionally take her sexy twitter posts!"

"yes... like giselle said, and take pictures of her. she's going to be nude almost all of the time, or as close to naked as she can get. can you handle that?"

hyuck thinks maybe god hates him, or maybe he really loves him because what the actual hell is going on. he stared at the five of you eyes wide, processing what renjun had just said.

"look now you've scared him!"

jaemin slapped renjun's thigh, an apologetic smile on his face.

"i wish i could make this better for you donghyuck, but i don't think there's any way to sugar coat this."

haechan bit his lip, looking towards you.

.

you knew from the moment you had walked in that donghyuck had zero experience with women. the way he avoided eye contact and the way he stole glances at your breasts and bare legs. so the shock on his face at the job description was more than expected, what you didn't expect to feel so bad for him. he looked like a deer caught in headlights, ready to run away at the slightest threat.

"everyone out."

your friends looked at you confused as you pointed to the door.

"you heard me everyone out. now- no not you hyuck sit down."

you watched as he nervously sat back down, ready to leave at your command. your friends exchanged glances as they exited the room, unsure of what you were planning on doing.

.

haechan could feel the heat rise in his body as you shut the door behind them. why on earth did you want to be alone with him?

he tried to calm his breathing as he watched you kneel in front of him, placing your hands on his thighs, dick twitching at the touch, for the love of god lee donghyuck relax.

"hey, hyuck look at me, please?"

he sighed before raising his gaze to meet your eyes, a gentle smile on your lips.

"i know this sounds crazy, and i know i should have told you what the job was before you came."

he nodded in agreement, a giggle leaving you lips,

"so, lee donghyuck, right now i am y/n y/l/n the college student, but when i do my job i am craftykitty the camgirl."

wait- you were who? craftykitty? the camgirl that kept him up for countless nights, moaning into his pillows so his roommates wouldn't hear him? the camgirl that he spends hundreds of dollars on? his dream camgirl that is kneeled in front of his hands on his thighs? he stared at you with wide eyes, mouth slightly agape.

"i've seen your work and i know you're capable of doing the job right hyuck, but it's up to you okay? i've been doing this cam stuff for a while but this is my first time actually telling someone who i am, so please if you don't want the job can you at least keep my identity a secret?"

.

you let out a nervous laugh, forgetting that donghyuck hadn't signed the NDA yet. what are you even rambling about telling a complete stranger your identity and you don't even know if he'll take the job-

"i'll do it."

now it was your turn to looked shocked. his cheeks were flushed and his nervousness was clear in the way he picked at the fur on your couch.

"i'll do it, just, i just need some time to adjust, i want my focus to be 100% through the lens, i'll be okay as long as i look at you through the camera."

you pushed yourself off the floor, a wide smile on your lips,

"perfect! we can do whatever you want hyuck! you can have that damn camera stuck to your eyes if you want!"

you sprinted towards the door hitting it harshly, yelps coming from the other side of it.

"i know you guys were listening! he said he'll do it! get the paperwork!"

you turned back to him quickly,

"how about we do some practice shots so you can get warmed up, hm?"

truthfully haechan wanted to say no, he wanted nothing more than to run back to his dorm and shove his hand down his pants, your face still clear in his mind. but as he looked up at your bright smile he fears that he might agree to anything you say, all you had to do was ask.

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notes: literally rewrote this like 10 times i am struggling guys 😭 i wrote like 3 midterm essays today i don't have brain power. but for nerd hyuck i will make an exception, hope you guys are liking it!

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[undercovercameron]

same person, same mistakes

summary: coming home from college, you see the boy you never wanted to; and he's the same as he always was.

notes: i just wrote this literally so quick it was magical... there is rough sex, cheating, a semi-choking kink (as always), and mentions of drug use and literal alcohol use in this one! i'm also yet again noticing a pattern.... what is with me and bathroom sex? anyways i hope you people enjoy! consider this a favor, i'm preparing you all for rafe to have a love interest

tags: rafe cameron x reader

word count: 2929

When you walked into the country club that night, you made a beeline for the bar. Your first year of college had not been treating you well, and you needed a drink. A strong one at that. 

Your favorite bartender, a red-headed woman named Joey, was working that night. She made you a vodka soda just like how you liked ‘em: more vodka than soda and a shit ton of lime. An underage-drinking staple. But hey, you were only two years away from legality. It wasn’t that bad. 

You drank it with your younger brother Landon by your side at the bar, watching him refresh Twitter for the status reports of the hockey game happening tonight. 

“You want the NHL, Landon?” Joey asked, wiping up a ring of perspiration with a black rag at the now-empty tabletop to his right. “I can change it.”

“Yes, Joey, thank you,” Landon sighed, pocketing his phone, and swiveled around in his chair towards the TV mounted beside the bar. “Hey,” he said abruptly, and you hummed curiously in response. “Rafe is here.”

You crunched down onto the ice cube in your mouth, the easy smile on your lips hardening.

“Who is he with?” You ask, not turning to look, and focus in on the stack of paper coasters next to the mixing pads. 

“Dunno. Some girl. She has black hair.”

The grip on your drink tightens. 

“Nice,” you say through gritted teeth, gaze never wavering from the coasters. 

Yes, Rafe Cameron had a girlfriend. She was some hotshot golfer from Northern Carolina. You saw her in your communications lecture sometimes, sitting in the front row next to her posse of badly self-tanned girls with shining smiles and alcohol problems. She had sat next to you on the first day, passing you the syllabus with a snarky look on her face, and you had decided to hate her right then and there. It was a simple hatred, nothing personal, but when she came back to the Outer Banks with Rafe’s hand in hers, it got personal. 

Rafe was your highschool fling. He used to pick you up from school in his truck and you’d go out to the lighthouse or the beach by his house or his grandparents' summer home fifteen minutes away to hang out, have sex, or smoke. Usually all three. You two dated for nearly 10 months starting at the first semester of your senior year, and then he decided to break it off and focus on being a good son and good employee of his father’s. Whatever. Like he actually did anything of the sort— all he’d done while you were at college was hold his hand out to his father and snort coke with your hometown’s dealer. 

And then he has a girlfriend. A beautiful girlfriend, but you’d never admit it. You wonder if she has a cocaine problem too. 

You weren’t averse to drugs, no—in fact, you had a J with your breakfast nearly every day. But at least you weren’t dropping hundreds of dollars for fifteen minutes of a high every week. And at least you weren’t distracting yourself between the legs of a tall black-haired student athlete. 

Maybe you were bitter. 

“Two more,” says a breathless voice at the end of the bar, and you just let your eyes fall closed. Landon slaps at your arm without pulling his eyes from the TV, and you curse at him with a smack back. Asshole. 

“Y/N?”

You breathe in through your nose. Okay. Don’t act like you recognize him. 

You turn towards Rafe, a pleasantly blank look on your face, and purse your lips. 

“Hi.”

“Hey.” His perfectly tan face splits in a grin, and he comes around the corner of the bar towards you two. “Hey, Landon.” He daps up your brother, that stupid look still on his face, and just stands and looks at you for a second. He puts his hands on his hips, and your gaze follows them for a second before moving back up to his face, whip-fast. You see him catch it, the corners of his lips tugging up further. He sighs. “I see the Xanax finally caught up to you.”

“Ha!” You blurt loudly, a mocking smile on your face, and you look down to your feet. “That’s actually pretty ironic, sweetheart. You’ve got a little something.” You look him in his eyes and wipe at your nostril. The grin drops from his face. 

“Nice to see you again.” His tongue pushes at the spot between his teeth and his lip. “Just like old times. Still a bitch.”

“Still wasting your dad’s money.” You sip at your drink, lips around the straw. You catch him glance at them. Ha. Gotcha. “How’s, uh, Betsy King, over there?”

The black haired girl is sitting on the deck with her back to the bar, watching the hockey game on an outdoor TV. You watch her hair move in the wind for a moment, hating it. 

“Easier than you, believe or not.” Rafe stares at you. You snort. This is fun, you suppose. Just like old times, like he said. Biting conversation and secret glances at each others’ mouths. 

“Two whiskey sours?” Calls Joey from the end of the bar, eyebrows drawn when she doesn’t see her patron. Rafe glances back at you, chewing at his lip, but decides against whatever he was going to say. He just walks over and grabs his drinks and disappears back outside. You suck at the straw of your drink, coming up empty, and drop it onto the counter. Your head is buzzing. From the liquor, yes, but also from him. He makes you so angry—so stupidly and embarrassingly angry. That stupid face and stupid smile and stupid hair and stupid boat shoes. 

“That was nice,” says Landon, still focused on the TV, but you see his head turn slightly when you sigh. 

“Sorry.” You are, really. You’re supposed to be on your best behavior; it’s not every day your parents let you take your 16 year old brother to the country club to sit and watch you get drunker and drunker.

“Yeah.” He sounds annoyed, and you feel embarrassed.

You drain two more vodka sodas and call it a night. You spend your time staring at the array of liquors and mixers beneath you at the bar, making small talk with Joey about the island, and numbly watch the hockey players beat each other to death. Rafe comes back in for another drink an hour after your conversation, but you just ignore his eyes on your profile. 

“I’m gonna go pee, and then we’ll leave.” You heave yourself off of the stool, wincing at your sore ass, and nearly stumble. Shit. 

Landon says “okay”, eyes on his phone and texting, and you hobble towards the bathroom on steady feet. You avoid looking outside, knowing it will only aggravate you. 

The bathroom door slams behind you, too heavy for its own good, and the motion sensor lights kick on. You pee, staring up at the ceiling, and try to will away the pounding in your head and rippling vision. 

You scrub your hands after, desperate to rid them of the dirt and grime of your day, and try not to think about how you wish you could wash Rafe out of your life. You stare at yourself in the mirror with a paper towel between your hands. 

The girl in the mirror looks tired. You poke a finger at a pimple on your forehead, frowning. You just sigh. 

You turn towards the door and wrench it open, the smell of restaurant and something musky filling your nose before you step out, and you barely get a foot out the door. Two hands push at your abdomen, eerily familiar, and you stumble back into the bathroom with your eyebrows drawn in confusion. 

Rafe clouds your vision and your smell, hard chest at eye-level, and he reaches behind him to lock the door. 

You stare up at him, chest heaving and he looks down at you with those stormy eyes. 

“You’re aggravating, you know that?” He says, sounding exasperated, and seizes your waist in one large hand, pulling you to him. His mouth finds yours, familiar, and you feel his fingers on your warm cheek. You hate to admit it but your heart thumps loudly in your chest when you taste him. 

His other arm snakes around your hips and grabs at your ass. You fall into the hard counter of the sink vanity, and you hum pleasantly. 

“What about—about her?” You barely pull away to say, breathless, and he just pulls you back to him with his with strong fingers entwined in your hair. 

“Up,” he murmurs into your mouth, and you brace a hand on the sink and obey. He pushes between your legs and your arms wind around his neck. You just breathe each other in, blood pounding, pressed up against each other. 

Your fingers find the hem of his shirt, and you push it up to feel his skin. He’s hot. Your fingers crawl up his abdomen and press to the center of his stomach, feeling it heave and push against your fingertips. He nearly flinches away at your cold fingers but is drawn closer when you make a noise into his mouth that reminds him of that time in the lighthouse where you had left with bruises around your neck and he with an ache in his hips. His hair is smooth when you drag a hand up to feel it, newly blunt and choppy. You like it all the same. 

His body has grown and matured while you’ve been gone. His shoulders are stronger, bulkier, and when you feel the flesh of his stomach it feels more alive. Like he’s been moving and working hard while you were gone. Maybe he has been. With her. 

You pull away at the thought. He chases you, fingers at your jaw, but you back up into the wall. He licks at his lips, a dangerous look in his eyes. He doesn’t like when he doesn’t get what he wants. 

“What’s her name?” You ask. He removes himself from your grasp, backing away. He drags a hand through his hair. When his eyes meet yours, his eyebrows are drawn and his lips screwed up as he chews at his lip. 

“Allison.”

“Do you love her?”

He barks out a laugh when you ask, hands pressed to the counter on either side of you, head bowed. 

“Love? Are you insane?” He looks back up at you, shaking his head. He heart skips a beat when he thinks of you two in high school, and then he thinks he might be insane. 

“Well, I’m currently in a family bathroom at the Island Club with you, so maybe.” You try a smile, but it falls when your eyes meet again. He thinks for a second. 

“You’d be in here with me even if I was fucking married to that girl.” He watches your expression change from somber to disbelieving. 

“You think?” Your eyebrows raise, incredulous, and watch as he nears you again and bows down to your eye level. You like to think you’re not the affair-woman. Well, you guess you might be. 

“I know so. Why do you think I told your brother to get you to come tonight?” His lips curl into a smirk. 

You just stare at him. Manipulative, psychotic, deranged, possessive. He’s all of the above and more. He slipped the idea into your goody-two-shoes 16 year old brother’s head to bring you to a bar and fuck him, and it makes your heart drop to your stomach. 

You grab at the collar of his shirt and tug him down to you. Your mouths connect with a hot breath into his mouth, and you arch up into him. His hands find your lower back and he drags you further from the wall, letting you carefully slide on the granite and fall onto your back. 

His large hands fumble with your pants, popping the buttons, and you crane your neck to watch as he tugs them down your legs, panties following with a slip of his thumb. He ducks to kiss you again and you hear his belt jingle. His fingers tug your shirt up and over your bra, and he grabs at a breast tightly as he jerks you down once more and pushes his dick into you. 

You cry out, fingers on his cheekbone, and arch up into him. He just hums into your mouth, liking the feeling of your muscles straining around him, and it feels just as good as it used to. Just as beautiful as you’ve always been. 

“Rafe,” you start, a breath caught in your throat. His nose brushes yours and he looks into your wide eyes. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

Rafe’s head falls, and he groans into your neck. Fuck, you’re so hot. 

He grips your hips tight and pulls you away and then back, hips colliding with yours and prompting a pained noise from your mouth. He relishes in it. 

He slaps a hand at the wall above your head, using it as tension, and his hips move along with yours like they’re supposed to. It’s an uncoordinated dance, soft flesh rippling against hard muscle, and he pants into your mouth with the strain. 

“You feel so good,” he groans into your ear, and you squeeze around him in response. “Fuck.”

“Please,” you mumble, lips pressed haphazardly against his stubbly cheek. He smells so good. You curl an arm around his head, fingers brushing past his hair, and hold his head down by yours. 

The bathroom is loud with breaths and the sounds your bodies make, lewd and hurried. He huffs into your neck when he feels a pinch in his back and adjusts you further from the wall quickly. Nearly your entire ass is hanging off of the edge, precarious, but you know he won’t let you drop. His fingers around your back fall and he pushes his hand between your legs, seeking what you know he’s always been good at paying attention to. His large thumb finds your clit immediately, strumming you open, and your head falls back.

“You’re on the pill still?” He asks, fingers tight, and you close your eyes.

“Implant,” you say, squeezing your eyes shut. “Fuck, Rafe,” you nearly cry, but slap a hand over your mouth. His thumb strokes you in quick circles, and you’re cumming onto him embarrassingly quickly. Your abdomen tenses and you curl up into him. You feel your legs warm and you tighten them around his back, wanting him deeper as you fade into pleasure.

He grins at that, but it fades when his eyes squeeze shut and he’s bowing to touch his forehead to your chest. He bites at the bunched-up material of your shirt and pushes himself as deep as possible—so far that you can feel the flesh of your stomach move. He cums into you then, the release washing over his whole body and coating him in a sheen, and he nearly collapses on top of you. 

You two catch your breath, still connected, and he pants hot into your neck. 

“Fuck.” You struggle to swallow, nearly choking on an inhale. 

“Yeah.”

He rugs himself from you, wincing, and zips his pants back up. He offers you a hand and you take it, struggling to slide off of the counter and onto your shaky legs. He watches you slide your underwear back on, wiping his mouth, and enjoys the show. You get your pants back up but fumble with the button and zipper. 

“I hate this,” you mumble, eyebrows furrowed, and just give up with a roll of your eyes. 

“Here,” he half-chuckles, and easily zips you up and buttons you with nimble fingers. Fingers you know and love. 

Wait. 

Before you can think about that, he grabs your face in two hands and tilts you up to him, staring at your relaxed features. He admires you. And then he dips to kiss your mouth one final time, savoring how your lips move against him like they’re supposed to. Like they always have. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he whispers, breath cool on your lips, and you stare up at him with confused eyes. 

“What’s tomorrow?” 

“I’ll come over.” He shrugs, and reaches to unlock the door. It swings open, and he sweeps a hand to gesture for you to leave first. You pass the threshold, patting down your hair, and lock eyes with Allison when you emerge from the cove that has the entrance to the kitchen and the bathrooms. She looks confused. 

Guilt washes over your body, making your blood prickle at your skin, and you swallow. You walk straight past her piercing gaze, feeling Rafe pass you and go straight for the deck. You grab your jacket from next to Landon and feel for the keys. 

“Let’s go,” you say to your brother, voice quiet, and he nods. He follows you as you exit through the side door, heading for your parent’s SUV. You toss him the keys when you get to the passenger door and he secretly and silently fist pumps. 

“Did you talk to Rafe?”

Landon asks when he gets buckled and starts the engine. You sling the seatbelt over your torso and click it into place. 

“Yeah. He hasn’t changed.” You watch Rafe usher Allison out the side door, hand on her lower back, and you swallow. “Let’s go home.”

[luvrrgirl444]

chapter 13: reading ur confessions

IRL, TWITTER!

a month later

“hi, my stars!” you said to the camera. you were sitting in your pink and black gaming chair, with your ipad in hand.

“big momma is back again, and today i’m gonna be reading your-” you pointed to the camera. “-confessions.”

“i made a google form and told you guys to send your crazy confessions. so, let’s read some confessions.”

you opened the google form on your ipad. “kinda excited to see the shit y’all sent me.” you said with a smile. you went to the responses and scrolled to a random one.

“alright, first one.”

“when i was 14 i met a guy on imvu, i’ll call him bob.” you paused. “first mistake. girl, why were you playing imvu at 14? speaking from experience, that app is a crazy place to be on. anyways, on with the story.”

“bob told me that he was 15 and that he lived in the same state as me. we talked for a while and then he suggested that we met up. me, being young and dumb said yes and we decided to meet up at a nearby mall.”

“you met up with a guy you met on imvu.” you said, looking at the camera with an ‘are you serious?’ look. “let’s think about that for a second.” the jeopardy music started to play.

the music played for a couple seconds before it stopped. “at least you were smart enough not to go to his house or something. a round of applause for you.” you started clapping, and soon sound effects of cheers and claps joined you.

“alright. alright.”

“when i went to the meeting spot, i met with ‘bob’. but apparently bob actually lived in another country and used his younger friend’s pictures to catfish me. me and the guy both decided to report and block bob and we later started dating. im 17 now and me and the guy are still dating.”

“i was not expecting that ending at all. glad you guys are still going strong and i hope that weird ass bitch bob goes behind bars because that man deserves JAIL.” you looked at the camera while police sirens played. you took a deep breath before saying,

“anyways, onto the next.”

“when i was 6 years old i really hated my neighbor. one day at school she beat me in a race and i was so angry i pissed in a cup and gave it to her to drink.”

“girl.” you said, staring at the camera once again.

“you gave that poor girl pee to drink because she beat you in a race? now, thats some next level hating.”

“she told me it tasted funny but proceeded to drink all of it. she didn’t come to school for the next two weeks. i asked my mom what happened to her and she told me that the girl got an infection and was so serious that she had to go to the hospital. 11 years later and nobody knows it was me. i still hate that bitch.”

“i have so many questions. did she die? are you guys still neighbors? what the fuck?”

you read a few more confessions. some asking you for advice, others admitting crazy shit that they’ve done.

“so i’m gonna end the video here. definitely a little bit scared of you guys, but i had fun reading your confessions! thank you for watching and i love you to the moon and back!” you finished, blowing a kiss to the camera.

🫧

- finally wrote another yt video

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[babydollmarauders]

MEDIA MANAGEMENT — JACK HUGHES (PART SIXTEEN)

notes: i got the 2nd and 3rd pictures from @/hughesd4le on twitter! also, sorry there aren’t many pics, i hate ABC Hockey games for this specific reason :( a lot of the game was rangers focused in my opinion. so i apologize this is short and not my best update!

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y/ndevils00

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y/ndevils00 IT’S A GOOD NIGHT TO BE A DEVILS FAN!!

our boys won 2-1 in OT tonight! which is coincidentally the same score of the series now!

my fantastic, amazing, super talented, one of a kind, hair-too-long boyfriend scored the game tying goal on a power play! LET’S GO, BABY!! i’m so proud of him!!

ham-sammy then scored the overtime goal, securing our win and our spot on the board for this series! AMAZING job douglas!!

and a super big, humongous, GIGANTIC congratulations to akira-shakira for winning his first ever NHL playoff game! i’m so proud of you and i can’t wait to see you achieve so much!

maybe we won’t be first round exits after all! i knew you could do it! (i had very little faith in you <3)

let’s tie this series up on monday!

tagged jackhughes, john.marino97, nicohischier, dougieham, and akiraschmid93

dougieham thank you y/n/n! and thank you for your apparently “very little” support!

y/ndevils00 you’re so welcome 😊

akiraschmid93 thank you y/n! for your post and for the head pats after the game!

y/ndevils00 it’s my pleasure, schmido! THIRTY-FIVE saves? you deserved those pats!

nicohischier why that photo? i don’t understand your thought process sometimes

y/ndevils00 aww! you understand it other times?!

nicohischier no. i was just trying to be nice

john.marino97 2 features in a row! you love me!

y/ndevils00 you brought me breadsticks two games in a row

john.marino97 so i unintentionally bought my way onto the posts? i can live with that.

jackhughes i will cut my hair. just give me time!

y/ndevils00 you have 3 weeks. if you don’t cut it soon, it will be cut in the middle of the night

jackhughes please don’t. i remember when you tried to cut your own bangs

y/ndevils00 hey! you said those were cute!

jackhughes and they were…after you got them fixed by a REAL hair stylist

y/ndevils00 i came out to have a good time and i’m honestly feeling so attacked rn

trevorzegras @/y/ndevils00 i’m glad you can read the room!

y/ndevils00 @/trevorzegras GET OUT OF HERE!

trevorzegras great game guys! congrats on the win!

y/ndevils00 you’re still banned. get out.

trevorzegras i said i was sorry!

y/ndevils00 “sorry” doesn’t bring back my one direction tour t-shirt

trevorzegras it was an accident!

y/ndevils00 you used it as an oven mitt! you burned a hole in zayn’s face!!

trevorzegras at least now it’s updated and accurate!

_quinnhughes @/trevorzegras oh you just made a big mistake

y/ndevils00 you will regret the day that we met. mark my words. i will shave your eyebrows. i will give you a buzz cut. i will make sure to scare off every girl you ever meet by telling her that you eat mulch with tuna.

[alagaisia]

Hey if you’re still enjoying and engaging with Harry Potter in any capacity you can unfollow me 😊 please and thank you

Like. I get it. I was super into it as a kid too. I did not have the social context to pick up on the antisemitism or transphobia or sexism or fatphobia or bioessentialism or racism or anything else. I also picked up on surface-level language of Fighting Back Against Evil and ascribed my own values onto what that meant and thought we were all on the same page. I remember when the original kids who grew up with the books started becoming adult fans and picking up on the (blatant!) antisemitism and everybody was still mostly willing to give JKR the benefit of the doubt on it. (“She was writing kids books!” They said. “She didn’t know she was penning a global phenomenon! She picked a common literary trend in European fairy tales (antisemitic caricature) and didn’t examine it closely. It’s a mistake anyone could make,” we said. “She would probably do things differently now. After all, she word-of-god confirmed the vaguest hints she dropped that Dumbledore might be gay,” we said.) There was actually a span of several years where biases inherent in the actual real content of the Harry Potter series were coming to light and even the people pointing them out still seemed mostly to think it was an unfortunate accident.

That time has passed. Years ago! We are long past the first months of “maybe she doesn’t realize this seemingly-feminist tweet she liked was made by a noted TERF” and then “how could she not realize that these many veiled TERF-y things she’s retweeted have implications for the many queer fans of her work” and finally “oh wow okay JKR just dropped an entire transphobic manifesto on twitter. I guess the transphobia was the point.”

Yeah, there were a few months after that where people were still processing and still working through how they felt about Harry Potter and all of its flaws with the context of the now open transphobia of the creator. I was there for that. Remember how I was one of the kids who built it up into something noble and worthwhile based on my own beliefs about what messages it was probably trying to convey? Turns out it wasn’t trying to say any of those things, and when you take the time to examine all of the terrible shit that made its way into the text whether JKR intended it to be there or not, the whole series falls apart. It’s weird to discover that there’s a room in your house that’s rotten to the core, but eventually you figure out you can’t live like that, still going in there and holding your nose and pretending it’s still the same room you thought it was when the termites were only inside of the walls and hadn’t yet started chewing their way through the furniture. Because what’s going to happen is that they are going to infest the rest of your house. If you decide you can ignore transphobia and antisemitism and everything else just because you liked the color of the wallpaper, the rest of your principles are going to crumble too. You get rid of that fucking room. You put those books on a high shelf in the back of your closet behind other outgrown clothes and interests and you move the fuck on.

JKR uses the money made from her transphobic antisemitic children’s books to actively funding hate groups and to lobby for legislation that will and has actually affected the actual lives of trans people in an entire country. We are past the point of grieving something you were wrong about in childhood. Kids are wrong about a lot of stuff. You grow up and you learn new information and you change your behaviors based on it. You have to choose. It is transphobic to pretend there is not transphobia where there is. It is transphobic to support the work of someone who is using those funds to take rights from trans people with every fucking dollar. It is hateful to continue to engage positively with a story that at its very core is rooted in hate and bigotry and prejudice. You can choose to do all of those things but you cannot claim ignorance of them and you cannot choose those things and still pretend that choosing them upholds the values we convinced ourselves that Harry Potter stood for over a decade ago as uninformed children. You cannot choose to do those things and pretend to still support your trans and queer and Jewish neighbors. I do not want you in my neighborhood. Leave.

[blackstarchanx3new]

Creations AU FNAF 4, But I obnoxiously over explain it PT 3

FNAF 4 pages 60-90

*Warning ahead for heavily abusive language.

Oh boy I sure hope we get an answer.

Lmao mom and dad are fighting.

Yikes Diana that's not very nice.

Hah nope.

Okay but why did people think this genuine moment between William and his son was somehow malicious???

Dude is just talking to his son who is currently breaking down wtf is wrong with some people??? XD

This was after Sister Location on webtoon too so there should be no excuse for this bad faith reading of William's character after some of the scenes in that comic. I won't spoil but like...??????????

Like William is a bad person in cannon and this comic but it's legit-

William: *breathes*

Audiance: YOU BASTARD!!!!!

HE'S A PERSON TOO AND IS WRITTEN AS SUCH?

The reference to being a devil will only make more sense as the FNAF 1 ARC draws to a close.

Oh ho ho hooooooo.

So, that's why Sammy's a fucking weirdo about robots in the FNAF 1 Arc.

Also this gives context to the whole scene where Mike and his sister in law talk about Charlie still being alive while having a grave in the FNAF 1 Arc.

The one walking around is a robot.

So unlike everything implied in cannon: Creations William loves his children.

Is it always in a healthy/good way: NO. AND THAT WILL ONLY BECOME MORE APARENT AS FNAF 1'S ARC COTNENUES.

He even loves the one that indirectly KILLED one of his others lmao.

I just enjoy giving William an actual character. Lmfao. Unlike a lot of people who get on a high horse for making him a plank of wood. X'D

Yes. he's evil man you wrote the most basic boring bland mother fucker on the planet to be said antagonist. You're very cute making that your antagonist while not thinking about how making him that fucking boring and personalities affects the themes or ideas of your work. Here's a fucking cookie???

I hate this way of writing William if you can't tell lmfao.

"He can't have a motive or you're humanizing him" is such a horse shit take and I won't stfu about it considering how prevalent of an idea that shit was on Twitter. X'D

Idk if this is a wake up call that women can be abusers too but like, they can be lmao. Trust me on that.

Oops. The demon thing heard you.

William's default to dealing with Diana is to try and fix things and placate her enough to where she won't go nuclear. Which is sad, but he sucks in different ways.

Really they are a tale of "A match made in hell".

Everyone makes shitty choices here lmao.

Diana antagonizes somebody off their rocker and William's a spinless bastard to both his wife and his creepy demon.

He didn't wanna do it himself and I find that amusing.

The poorest of poor choices were made by everyone involved.

There's little sympathy for any parties here lmao. Except maybe Ballora. X'D

That instant regret lmao. "I MADE A MISTAKE WOOPS"

That's a repeat thing with our good ol Willy boy.

He makes a mistake, and then keeps repeating the same mistake lmao.

William is stuck in a loop of perpetually falling into making the same mistakes over and over and it is a theme of the series WILLIAM is the one who needs to solve HIS OWN problems.

William takes no accountability where it's REALLY NEEDED, blames and pushes it onto others can't find the strength to fight his own inner demons and falls into the same pitfalls over and over.

Hehe your house is a bit odd there William.

William's just fed up with everyone involved in this situation lmao.

I mean yeah, the demon thing IS a bad liar.

He directly cause Diana to die lmao.

And I like William calling him out on that. William in some part is scared of his own inner demons taking form as this thing that mimics him.

"The demon" as I call him is important and also a direct reflection of William's own mistakes. William not confronting or taking care of this "Demon" in any meaningful way part of the damn problem.

Why the fuck you lyyyyyyin.

Why you always lyyyyyyin'-

That bold faced lie will only become more apparent as the story goes on. This bitch has plenty of agency he just likes William to take the fall for everything.

Which in a way is fair. He is a result of William's as well. ;)

Once again have reached the image cap because WHYYYY

[meraki-yao]

I’ve been scrolling X for hours and enjoying the content from both Taylor and Nick, but boy is it exhausting navigating in their fandoms.

People jumping to call Taylor transphobic and jobless, and gleefully use any mistake they decide he makes to dismiss him or just be outright racist and mean. Even just the ones who only bring him up to «call him out» as they say is the last thing he deserves. He is the sweetest person, and just because he is able to act confident and not awkward at big gatherings people think he doesn’t have feelings or something? Horrible!

And then we have the people hating on Nick on behalf of Taylor for some f-ed up reason. Calling him ugly and inbread, trying to instigate other fandoms to hate on him by saying he supports pedophilia and is racist (tf?) and basically saying anyone who is a fan of Nick is an enemy of Taylor?? Someone even said they are going to make a hate account for Nick because they are tired of his fans? Make it make sense!

And then there is the ones who say Nick hates Taylor and always blame him if there are no pictures, or say they hate each other if they’ve somehow failed to perform their friendship in the exact way that pleases them.

I’m seeing accounts I thought were cool follow all these horrible people without a care in the world. How did this cute movie with these absolutely amazing actors get such a toxic fandom? Blocking doesn’t help as people keep making new accounts to spread hate. How do people exist in a space like that without losing all enjoyment??

Sorry to unload all my frustrations on you, it’s just that you usually have good takes on fandom and I’m actually really sad about the state of things..

Darling, it's alright. Your frustration is entirely justified and valid, and thank you for trusting me to answer to this.

As someone coming from a Chinese fandom which tends to be equally if not more messy than what I've experienced here so far, here are a few things I learned

There are going to be haters who ruin fun for anyone everywhere. There's no reason for people like them, but we can't control their existence, only how to react to them.

The things they call Taylor and Nick aren't true, so those insults are just words, as much as it's completely understandable that they hurt, they don't hold any actual value.

I mentioned this a couple of times before and I understand that this is entirely up to you, but X/Twitter isn't a good platform to be on if you want to avoid hater/fandom drama.

Ultimately you're here to have fun and enjoy content, and you curate your own fandom experience. It's up to you who to interact with, who to block, what and what not to believe in, what platform to use, what to say and do.

If it's too much, take a break. I took a break from my last fandom (the aforementioned Chinese fandom) because on Weibo, it was getting so toxic that I was feeling bad more than I was having fun, it and really started affecting my mood and actual productivity. Please prioritize your own well-being and mental health.

Remember and remind yourself of the parts of the movie, the boys and the fandom that made you fall in love in the first place. Try surrounding yourself with fandom friends who share your thoughts so when something happens, you're not alone and have a support system to fall back onto.

Hope this helps!

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

guess who just logged in!!! yes its me 🏁 anon!!! its like you summoned me fr. im sorry, i started my summer class and have been having to do stupid school work and i want to end it all BUT i have been seeing all the drama and am suffering being a mclaren fan now. its really embarrassing how mclaren acted over those radios, they need to get it together! who do they think they are?? ferrari ??? still so proud of the 1-2, they ate that up, and oscars win!!! it sucks that its getting overshadowed but all this mess (all mclarens fault, no blame on the drivers) but my best friend is coming to visit me this weekend and i havent seen her in forever (its been 2 months) we are planning on watching the race this weekend and im hoping that things are better this weekend. ANYWAY, how are you queen, how are you feeling about all this icky drama ?? - 🏁 anon <3

hi angel!! don’t ever apologise for being a boss and working hard <3

yeah I am one of many very embarrassed mclaren fans right now. just so… unnecessary. uncalled for. out of line. let’s hope spa is better (or else i’m going to have to evaluate my life choices lmao)

the thing that has gotten under my skin the most is the manipulation of lando and their lack of faith in him. I knew from the minute they asked that he’d give the place back, and I don’t even know the guy. he’s been a loyal teammate, always a team player, he’s been nothing but devoted to that team, and he really genuinely seems to respect oscar. he’s not going to mess that up, he never was. he was simply making a point and teaching them a lesson, which was deserved

but the way will was begging him, the way andrea was telling will what to say, all that shit about the sunday morning meetings and I know you’ll do the right thing… that was manipulative. the guilt tripping really did upset me actually, because they put lando in that position in the first place. he’s been nothing but loyal to that team and now they’re playing mind games because they made a mistake? yeah I hated it

also hated that what should have been the biggest moment of oscar’s career got overshadowed by drama that was avoidable. it’s a real shame for him honestly, but still so so happy for him

also I am so sick of this “lando didn’t spray oscar with champagne on the podium because he was bitter” narrative I am seeing all over twitter. lando didn’t spray oscar because oscar was busy holding onto the trophy for dear life while lando did his champagne pop. they were both clearly thinking about the trophies, so lando sprayed lewis instead. twitter always makes lando the bad guy, and i’m not saying he hasn’t made mistakes in the past because by god he definitely has. but he really does get hated on for breathing on that app

omg i’m so sorry for all this. think I needed to get it off my chest lmao, i’m still raging apparently

[icehockey-obsessed]

Okay, a wee bit of a rant ahead:

So, I made the mistake of venturing onto twitter (no, I won't be calling it fucking x but that's beside the point) and I went down the rabbit hole of tweets about Erik Johnson.

I'm shocked by how hateful some so called "fans" can be. EJ is clearly struggling, yes. But you gotta consider so many things in this situation: his age, health, the trade, the expectations that have been following him basically his whole career and so much more... Is there really a need for people to call him useless, stupid and even much worse? Do they think mindless hatred will help anyone involved??

This is an appeal to everyone reading this: please, don't join the hate train, though it might seem easy and appealing to blame EJ for literally anything that's going on in Buffalo. He seems to need help, don't go around hurting someone who's already down :(

[supremeprince-bensolo]

I think about kylo slanders on twitter says leia wont speak to ben and reysky stan mocked elisa l for her worst takes on Leia who made her mistakes i never forgvie JJ made han and leia as shitty parents if Rian made Solos as good parents

Theres still drama all these years after the movies ended 🙃

I don't think Han and Leia were bad parents. They just couldn't understand what Ben was going through and didn't know how to help him. He was extremely strong with the force, and on top of that had Snoke/Palpatine in his head. He was a very troubled kid and they struggled to know how to help him. I think Han especially had a tough time connecting with him, Leia could a bit more because of her connection with the force. But they genuinely thought sending him off to train with Luke would be the best thing. But sadly, that is what led to his downfall. And I think Ben resented them, even hated them, for that. If they'd never sent him away, that fateful night at the academy never would have happened.

In TFA we saw how much they loved Ben. Leia wanted him to come home. She didn't care about the horrible things he'd done, or all the mistakes he'd made. She just wanted her son to come home. And Han literally gave his life for him in the hopes that it would push him to come back.

Rian followed on from that in TLJ. Ben thought his mother would hate him after what he'd done, but all he could feel from her was love. Leia still loved him no matter what. She held onto that hope, and when she had a moment of doubt Luke reminded her that 'no one's ever really gone'. It wasn't too late for him to come home.

TROS, on the other hand, for some reason did a complete 180. Leia had trained to become a Jedi, and was now even training Rey. So... couldn't she have trained Ben then?? Why'd she send him away to Luke? And don't even get me started on the whole 'at the end of her Jedi journey she foresaw her son would die, but hoped one day someone would complete her journey'. But that would mean her son would die right??? Makes no sense. The way JJ handled Leia in TROS, especially in regards to Ben, was pretty bad.

Even though it wasn't really Han in Ben's memory, it was him remembering and knowing deep down that his father loved him. That his mother still wanted him to come home. It was Ben finally acknowledging what he'd always known but couldn't allow himself to accept - that his parents loved him unconditionally.

[valravn72]

female sea horses are the ones who make the eggs and get "pregnant". they just pass them over in a lil bag to the male sea horse to hold onto until the babies are ready. so i don't think sea horses are a good example of male pregnancy!

thank u for dunking on terfs tho. they get soooo mad that not everyone agrees with their genderless world view. they really think femininity is just stereotypes and that because they hate pink and glitter and high heels that means girls in general hate those things (protip: most terfs are trans men deeply in the closet. once you realize that, everything they say/do makes sense. of course they think girls should be unfeminine! of course they think tw are just "men in dresses" because they cannot comprehend a class of people exist who actually enjoy being feminine and soft!)

Yeah lol some radfem account made sure to tell me that. The original thread on Twitter I was referencing (the one where someone sends the terf a picture of a man holding an egg carton) said “carrying eggs” and I made the mistake of over-exaggerating that even though it made my (otherwise hilarious) argument completely null. I probably should have fact-checked that.

I don’t know if I would say all terfs are secretly trans men but I can definitely say they are absolutely flowing with internalized misogyny. They have that minority-that-only-knows-how-to-identify-itself-through-its-own-oppression-itis. The reason trans women not having previously lived as women is such a big hangup for them is because to them being a woman is about experiencing gender inequality and if you don’t live with the same gender inequality as they do they can’t see you as a woman because they don’t know what womanhood is without that. Basically, the patriarchy has them so codependent that they think they wouldn’t even exist if not for them being oppressed. It’s kinda sad.

You’re totally right about the femininity thing though!! They have that whole “oh you just want to be oppressed so bad” thing going on as if there would be no other reason to want femininity besides masochism. I also see them telling trans men that they’re trans because they have internalized misogyny issues which… projecting much? I think they just wish it was that easy for them to cast off what they see as such a giant burden. They’re jealous and yet they accuse us of not being loyal.

[mr-leach]

So I've enabled tipping on my blog because I'm in a rough spot and I'm gonna be struggling to feed everyone for the next week or two, depending on certain factors. Sob story is below the cut cause I genuinely hate having to drag this shit out but I also feel like I owe it to the people potentially willing to help me out, so:

So some of you may or may not know that I recently had a bout with thyroid cancer this past year or so and that I had surgery in the summer to have one side of my thyroid removed. If you didn't, it's cause genuinely I'm not a huge fan of talking about it in online spaces cause it's pretty personal and I don't really like the type of attention stuff like this gets.

Anyway at the time I was not doing too badly financially--I actually had a bit of savings built up and I had enough work hours accumulated that I qualified for EI sickness benefits so I wasn't too worried. Well, what I didn't know was that the "insurable weeks" number for my region was increased from 15 to 24, which heavily altered their calculations and made it so I was essentially getting 35% of my regular paycheck each week.

On top of that, the CRA still wanted me to pay back their CERB "loan" (if you follow any other Candians you may have heard about this garbage move by the government to sign up workers who were laid off during the start of the pandemic onto a benefit program that, while it kept a lot of people afloat, apparently included a caveat that if you didn't use 100% of it and went back to work you would have to pay $2k back to them, essentially punishing essential workers for going back to work) and decided they were going to garnish my already dismal benefit payments. They figured I would be fine to survive off of $90 a week while recovering from surgery.

Predictably, my savings disappeared. I am very grateful that my roommate was patient and did not see fit to make me move out when I couldn't pay rent, and when I got back to work I tried as hard as I could to pay him back as quickly as possible. I was essentially giving him every dollar I was not already spending on rent and bill payments. I struggled to pay for groceries and had to beg folks on twitter for money.

At the same time I started to develop further health issues. I couldn't sleep at night, I felt like sleeping all day, and I started experiencing episodes of somnolence (sudden feelings of tiredness bordering on falling asleep) while at work. I would have to leave work early, or sometimes I would even fall asleep while eating my breakfast in the morning. I missed more and more work and when I did make it in my performance would plummet after 4 hours and I would make major mistakes or even injure myself. I work in a garment factory btw.

I struggled to get in touch with my doctor, or really, any doctor to figure out what was wrong. Our healthcare system right now is in the process of being tanked to hell by the provincial government so they can justify introducing a two tier semi privatized system that values money over care. All this to say I was basically on my own trying to treat my worsening health with sleep supplements and energy drinks. It helped, but not enough. As of early February I was still missing work and struggling to stay awake most days.

I hit a wall and my anxiety made it impossible to go to work in the morning. Full on anxiety attacks, self harm, emotional breakdowns, the works. I asked to take a leave of absence to try and focus 100% on getting better. I've since been able to get in contact with my doctor and hopefully work towards a solution.

Right now I am waiting. I am waiting on EI to get back to me about benefits. I am waiting to hear from Social Services to see if they can help. And I am waiting on my tax return to be reviewed so I can pay my past due rent. I have a negative account balance. I went to the store yesterday and bought milk and margarine with a roll of change. The CRA is saying I could be waiting until the 13th to hear about my tax assessment. EI does not have an estimate for me lol. Social Services hasn't even gotten back to me and I'm dreading trying to reach out due to past trauma working with them.

Anyway. If you have anything to give the tip option is there. I'm gonna attempt to make dnd adoptables as well in the meantime but I'm gonna be real it might take too long to make anything worthwhile and idk if it can wait. I got myself, my spouse, and Victor to keep fed and my roommate breathing down my neck at this point so if you've read all this and have anything to spare it would be greatly appreciated.

Thank you for reading.

[talesfromasnarkylisa]

Lacey: Chapter 6

August 3, 2023

It was Thursday afternoon. I completed the Music Refined editor application in the morning before work, so all I had to do was to submit it. Once I did that, I worked on editing a video. I hadn’t uploaded to YouTube in forever and I was losing subscribers. What I didn’t expect to see was an onslaught of hate comments. 

Ladybugfan (2 hours ago): go fuck yourself.

Peterparking (3 hours ago): I’m sure you wouldn’t go behind a rival editor’s back to make fun of them watching a kid’s show, Mr. Grammar Freak?

loverstanner (6 hours ago): What is with you and your obsession to make teenagers sob themselves to sleep over overblown mistakes

Coderguy (10 hours ago): Hello James hope you had fun breaking Lovergirl’s heart

They were varied, but all had one thing in common: bringing up old drama. Some talked about my previous tendency to talk shit about publication editors. Others mentioned my needless roasting of a beginner writer’s one small typo to the point of bringing them to tears. And that wasn’t even getting into my relationship with Betty. Good lord, is that something I do not want to get into.

I didn’t bother to go through all the comments. There were just too many. But I did check the video analytics. Lo and behold, many of these commenters were also former subscribers of mine. I also checked my Twitter analytics. My old controversies really still bit me in the ass.

Darian and I met up at the park later on. He was finished his voice work for the week and I needed a break from dealing with all the hate comments.

“How’s it going, James?” asked Darian.

“Done with the Music Refined application,” I told him, “which is nice.”

“That’s awesome!” a giddy Darian smiled.

We sat on a wooden bench close to the river. 

“I guess,” I adjusted my shirt. “But I’m not sure if I’ll get in. Besides, people are still bringing up my old drama.”

Darian sighed.

“Let’s be real here,” he pointed out. “You were pretty obnoxious last year. Even just a few months ago, there was still that whole argument where you got petty over a fanart of you with a streamer the artist didn’t know you hated.”

“That streamer was one of Augusta’s lackeys,” I said.

“It’s not like he knew that,” responded Darian.

I started feeling increasingly frustrated with my oblivious friend.

“If Noah did any sort of research, any Google search-” I nearly lashed out.

“This isn’t easily searchable,” said Darian. “The most Izzy publicly did was say she liked Augusta’s art and hoped Augusta would find a good therapist. To an outsider, it’s probably not a big deal.”

“Fine,” I calmed down. 

Darian was right. There’s a reason I had to apologize for my spat with Noah and backed down. 

“Let’s talk about something else!” exclaimed Darian.

“Like what?” I wondered.

“I read this article on the Guardian about this hilarious scambait that lasted five months,” said Darian.

“Tell me more,” I responded. I’ve always loved stories of good scambaits.

Darian began telling me the story. It all started with a man named John. John was an IT support guy tired of being single, so he went onto Tinder to have a little fun. Sure enough, he found a perfectly sculpted young woman named Brigid. Or so she presented as. John’s next few DMs with her made it pretty clear she (if she was even a she) was just a scammer. From the instant desire to marry to a fascination with cryptocurrency, anyone with a functioning brain should have been able to figure out their bluff. This obviously included John.

Did John just block the fake profile and move on with his life? No. He was a very bored man and this alleged woman had a very checkered online dating record. John tried his hand at scambaiting. The guy gave them the most absurd of responses. When they told him he was a duke’s son, he always corrected them to say he was the long-lost king. Whenever they told him to buy NFTs, he sent them videos about the dangers of NFTs. 

John spent a lot of his free time wasting their time to prevent them from scamming others. But all perversely enjoyable things come to an end and so did this. After almost half a year of cat-and-mouse, Brigid gave up. They then nuked their Tinder profile.

After hearing about the story of John from Darian, I contemplated to myself: what if I could be like John? Find someone to try to scam me, and then turn that back around on them and write about it for clout. I could make hundreds of thousands. But how would I find that person anyhow? It seemed very time consuming. I had multiple jobs to work, not to mention a potential editor position that would take even more time.

All of the sudden, I started thinking of Lacey. In our last few in-server conversations, she seemed to like me a lot. She sent me a bunch of smiley face emojis after a joke I made and asked me questions about my favorite song lyrics. 

A plan came to mind: manipulate her to do shady things and make myself out to be the victim. I dismissed the thought at first. She’s just a nobody, I told myself. On the other hand, most scammers are nobodies anyways. 

What would be the harm when she deserved it?

(Wattpad version: https://www.wattpad.com/1483652157-lacey-chapter-6)

[billconrad]

Brian’s Big Mistake

    I recently re-watched the 2017 episode of Family Guy, where Brian the dog tweeted that he was about to watch a movie. He failed to see that his post was wildly racist.

    This fictional event got me thinking about my public interactions. While I do not use Twitter or Instagram, I post articles and write books. Could something I create be misinterpreted, taken out of context, or accidentally offensive? That is a real possibility because I must push boundaries so my work stands out. My controversial topics include murder, aliens, intimate relationships, deceit, theft, fraud, torture, plagiarism, working with criminals, and entrapment. Each one of these topics is a potential powder keg of public outcry.

    Also, the public is bombarded by offensive noise, and they have grown to ignore it. From outlandish comedians pushing every possible boundary to news about hate crimes. It is easy to assume that a “casual” remark is acceptable. For example, two people joke around, and an author might think, “Hey, that joke was funny. Since I heard it in public, it must not be too offensive. I’m going to use it in an upcoming book.”

    Could I overcome such a mistake? I cannot because my meager status as an upcoming author does not have a loud voice to overcome millions of people reading/creating slanderous posts about my mistake. What damage could this do? The best case is that my efforts to become a successful author would be put on hold for five years. The worst case is that all online markets would remove my books, and people would continue to insult me until the day I die. Yikes!

    How likely is this to occur? To answer this, we must think about the Family Guy episode. Some nobody tweeted an offensive post. In real life, people tweet offensive material all day long without consequence. So, the reality is that it is unlikely that a large group will form to attack a nobody author like me.     Yet, the public is fickle. Who knows what random subject people will latch onto? Recall that all major news outlets focused 200% on the disappearance of Malaysia Airlines Flight 370 for six months during 2014. There were many wild theories, calls to action, pseudoscience, demands for more searches, and expert opinions. The public absolutely could not get enough.

    What am I doing to prevent myself from making mistakes? My first line of defense is to write in a safe space devoid of offensive topics. For example, I would never intentionally write something racist. (I also do this for moral reasons.) To do this, I make sure my characters, while flawed, do not cross certain lines. For example, if my story involved a biker gang member, I would avoid making them racist, sexist, or a stereotypical biker. As a result, if readers were motorcycle enthusiasts, they would not give a second thought to the scene. “A hard-core biker committed a robbery. No big deal.” Now, if I made the biker out to be a bumbling idiot or a racist, then people would be offended. “Hey, not cool!”

    There is a tradeoff with writing in this limited space. My range is limited, and this has consequences. For example, I have wanted to write an article about how the media portrays women poorly. The problem is that to create such an article, I would have to list examples that would offend readers, so I will never publish such an article. Bummer.

    Another method to avoid controversy is heavy editing. Thus, I review each article for three weeks before posting. If I uncover anything even remotely offensive, it gets deleted. Since my writing adventure began, I have deleted three articles to keep controversy to a minimum. What were the topics? I am not falling for that one.

    For my books, there is no choice but to have at least three pairs of eyes reviewing my words. I eliminate or edit the offending section if they detect anything remotely offensive.

    My last line of defense is to pull an article or book if the public has a bad reaction. My second book fell into this category, and I released a second edition that corrected the problem. That was a big mistake and a hard lesson. Did this mean that my creativity was compromised? You bet.

    My biggest failing in this area is not researching every sentence. For example, I enjoyed the show Leverage. There is plenty of material to discuss. After all, the show was popular and well-written. Yay! 

    It turns out that the show’s star, Timothy Hutton, was accused of a 1983 incident. This greatly affected his reputation, and if I had not known about this incident, I could have easily written an article praising Timothy Hutton’s character and received substantial backlash. Would the public care that much about one of my timid articles? It only takes one angry person to get the ball rolling.

    What are some examples of mistakes I caught? I uncovered one last week in an upcoming book. A female main character made a mistake and then joked about her error to the male main character. It read well, but on about the fourth editing pass, I was shocked by my unintentional sexist creation. The problem was that humor is easy to misinterpret. So, I re-wrote the entire section.

    My conclusion is that being an author is like walking in a minefield. Eventually, I am going to step on one or more mines. Hopefully, my minefield only contains small ones.

    You’re the best -Bill

    October 02, 2024

   Hey, book lovers, I published four. Please check them out:

  Interviewing Immortality. A dramatic first-person psychological thriller that weaves a tale of intrigue, suspense, and self-confrontation.

   Pushed to the Edge of Survival. A drama, romance, and science fiction story about two unlikely people surviving a shipwreck and living with the consequences.

   Cable Ties. A slow-burn political thriller that reflects the realities of modern intelligence, law enforcement, department cooperation, and international politics.

   Saving Immortality. Continuing in the first-person psychological thriller genre, James Kimble searches for his former captor to answer his life’s questions.

   These books are available in softcover on Amazon and in eBook format everywhere.

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Quite Rude || F1

tw/cw :: swearing, suicide jokes, murder jokes contains :: carlos, charles, lando, oscar, lance, george summary :: driver!reader plays for an opposing team and the two get into a crash, leading to (y/n) to insult them on the radio and off course - lowkeyyyy a start of enemies to lovers??? - gender neutral reader! - my first ever postttt omg i just got into f1 pretty recently so if im a little ooc then lmk :DD f1 masterlist || f2 masterlist || more here!

CARLOS S. || 55

Both you and Carlos were competing head to head, fighting for P1 position. It was intense, everyone was sweating on the edge of their seat. Even twitter started going crazy and F1 quickly became a trending topic from all of the live tweets. This would be the first time someone else could win P1 since Max got rear-ended by a different driver.

Carlos was blocking you over and over again, preventing you from taking the P1 position and it was pissing you off. Even more so, your team was constantly bugging you and adding even more pressure onto you. There so many strategies they wanted you to try but each one seemed basically impossible with how well Carlos was defending.

But as you both entered the long straight, you finally had the opportunity to do something to overtake him. It was a bit risky, but who cares, this could get you your first ever P1 spot. Your first ever podium was right ahead of you.

You slowed down for a split second, only to slam the gas pedal and try your best to sneak back Carlo's right. But Carlos saw this move, and he decided to turn to the right, in hopes of blocking you and making you stop.

But, your breaks malfunctioned for some reason, causing you both to get into a huge collision. Even if your breaks did work, there's no way you'd be able to slow down after pushing 250 mph.

The crash was huge, deadly almost. One side of your car was pushed against the wall while the other was being scrapped by Carlo's car. Carlos aggressively pulled his wheel, jeering it right to get off your car. Which was perfect timing, since your car quickly lit into flames in the back.

Out of pure panic and anger, you shouted "YOU'RE JOKING?!?" As you jumped out of the car as fast as you could. "FUCK THAT BIG BOOBY MAN." You said with a frustrated loud groan as the medics quickly rushed to where you and Carlos were.

Luckily both of you weren't injured, but both of your cars were needing life support. You're both escorted to the medical site, the entire time you can't help but glare at Carlos. He was almost too nervous to look back, but he did.

"Is being big boob-ed a good thing or bad thing...?" He asked with a slight hint of innocence. You looked in his eyes and could feel annoyance creep all over your body, not because you hated him but because you WANTED to hate him but it seemed to be physically impossible.

CHARLES L. || 16

You were prepared and hyped for the race weekend, it was in your home country after all. It was your first ever season, you needed to prove to not only your country but also the world that you were worthy of your seat in F1. Being a rookie meant all eyes were on you, one mistake and your reputation would be permanently stained forever by memes of your mistake.

Although you received plenty of media training, the idea of online hate still got to your head. You were a bit of a peoples pleaser, an awful trait to have as a celebrity. Unlike the rest of the drivers on the grid, you didn't come from an extremely wealthy family. Your family spent THOUSANDS for you to prepare to be in F1, from karting lessons, personal trainers, getting you a manager, and so so sooo much more.

This was your way to show your family that it was worth it, all of those loans and sacrifices they made would pay off. You planned to earn every penny back and pay your family 10 folds the original amount.

As the light switched from yellow to green, you slammed that gas pedal hard as you tried your best to keep up. You weren't in the front, but near the middle which was terrifying. The sound of all the engines revving as they started to cut each other off, fall behind, or make it out of the traffic.

Unluckily for you, you were not part of the last group. You saw a clean opening to sneak past everyone and rush to the front of the race, but so did Charles. As you raced to be first to this secret path, Charles was right besides you and was trying to find a chance to cut you off and take your spot.

Obviously you weren't going to give it to him, why the hell would you? But as you were about to scoff at his attempt, you felt a harsh hit to your rear end. Your car jolted forward, launching into a different driver's car.

As if it was a domino's effect, your little push forward ended up crashing 3 other people. You could already hear the negative comments and memes. This was your home race, and you didn't even make it past the first lap! Not only that, getting out 3 other racers was bound to make everyone in the crowd mad. As you sat there, already sweating and anxious, you heard the crowd roar in "boos".

Out of anxiety, you knew you needed to deflect the blame somehow - let the crowd know it's not your fault! "I'M GONNA SHOOT WHOEVER'S BEHIND ME!!!" You say in a frustrated strained voice. You were trying so hard to hide the tears in your throat.

As you aggressively turned around, you were face to face with Charles... Sweet little guy Charles...

Fuck the fans were gonna hate you even more.....

As you stared at him, lost in thought of how your PR team would have to work overtime for you - Charles thought you were just staring deeply at him as a threat, as if you were really planning to shoot him. He puts both of his hands up slowly, "Let me win one championship and then kill me, maybe?"

LANDO N. || 04

You and Lando entered the pit stop at the same exact time. A sigh of relief left your lips when you saw him follow you into the pit lanes instead of rushing ahead of you. Both of your tires were almost completely ruined, there were small bumps on them which could have ended awfully if you pushed for one more lap.

The only bad thing is that Lando's garage was two in front of you, meaning you'd need to have a super quick pit stop in order to catch up to him. Thank god that your mechanics were on their "A" game and actually got you a fast pit stop. What was even better was the fact that you could see Lando's garage struggling to put his tires on for some odd reason.

You smirked as you rushed out of the pit lane, going full speed ahead. This was your chance for a pole position - your first ever pole position. As a rookie, this would have been amazing for your career and definitely give you tons of sponsors, fame, and so much more.

This could be everything for you - except it was ripped away from you

In a desperate attempt to try and take P1 position from you, Lando bursted out of his garage, hoping to cut you off. But your car was faster than he expected, making his car completely crash into you.

It was an awful rookie mistake, terribly embarrassing for both of you. You could already hear the angry comments and debates on who's at fault - either Lando for being too pushy or you for speeding in the pit lane.

But regardless of who the media chooses to blame, you already picked to blame Lando with all your heart. You groan angryily into your mic, the damage done to both of your cars was awful. Your engine took a crucial hit and Lando's front wing was basically destroyed.

You groaned loudly, cursing under your breathe - already knowing that this would disqualify you.

"Fuck that little twink!" You say angrily as you rip off your helmet, only to make eye contact with said twink.

The twink looks down at you, his helmet was already off and he stred at you with a serious face. But his serious face slowly broke down into a smile and he let out a soft chuckle.

His smile turned into a cocky smirk as he said, "I'm quite the opposite of a twink."

OSCAR P. || 81

The amount of sweat you had dripping down you was insane. The heat of Monaco wasn't helping you either as you were pushing your body to the limit to turn the wheel to the tight twists of turns of the circuit. But it was worth it, since you were fighting for P2.

Pole position was basically secured by Max, since he was almost a whopping 9 seconds ahead of you. He was basically alone and chilling by himself. But, you didn't even care that you wouldn't get pole position, P2 was great and would help your team a lot.

Unfortunately, your teammate had an emergency hospital visit, meaning one of the reserved drivers would have to step up and drive alongside you. This was fun and cute at first, meeting someone who was younger than you and a rookie. But it turned sour after they completely crashed into the walls at full speed, destroying the entire car.

You could hear your engineer and mechanics losing their shit on the radio, screaming and cursing as they had to figure out a way to fix the car in time for the next races. They could just retire the car, but for some reason your team was so short on money, probably due to amount of crashes your actual partner gets into... You were the saving grace for this team, and god damn was the press amazing for you.

But the only thing stopping you from getting even more love from the media for "saving the day with a P2 position" was stupid Oscar Piastri. The most deadpan Australian you've ever met who couldn't match your energy at all. He was so odd, it constantly felt as if he was judging you despite you having a very good track history.

For some reason, he's always been extra cold to you. He's super nice to everyone: but you - and you literally can't name a single reason why. You even tried to become his friend at one point, sending him small gifts, complimenting him, and even stalking him to find out his interests.

But it was like your efforts made him dislike you even more, as he started to make passive aggressive jokes towards you and your skill. He even went as far as to joke and say you might lose your spot to Paul Aron, your close friend. From that day, you've hated Oscar as much as he hated you.

He was tailing you, constantly trying to get closer and take that position from you. Everyone in the fanbase basically considered you rivals since you two were almost always fighting each other. And you agree with them, he was your rival.

You continued to drive as usual, feeling the adrenaline hit a high as you saw a turn up ahead. This could be a massive risk, a chance for Oscar to sneak in. But you were confident that you could keep your spot, as long as you drove safely and followed the plan your strategist made for you.

But as you tried to recall the strategy you were supposed to follow - the entire idea left your mind as your car was rear-ended by Oscar fucking Piastri. The stupid annoying orange driver accidentally ran into you since you were defending so well.

Your car stopped and so did his. His entire car was reared into yours - destroying his front and doing extreme damage to your back. Somehow, Oscar never failed to piss you off and take away great opportunities from you.

"This fucking idiot!!! His brain is the size of a fucking atom!!!" You shout into the mic as you hit your car out of anger. "Send him to a fucking MRI scan!!!"

You huffed out - already knowing that you would strangle Oscar the second you hopped out of your car. It would be just like Max and Ocon except it would end with Oscar's head on a stick. As you lifted your body out of the car, you made eye contact with Oscar who was also leaving his car.

You flipped him off, shoving it right into his face. Although your face was hidden from your helmet, Oscar could tell you were fuming and had a murderous stare.

"Acktually, all things are made up of atoms, including the brain." He says, with his usual smart-ass tone. What a fucking nerd.

LANCE S. || 18

Everyone on the track was aware of the Lance Stroll memes, even Lance himself. It was a common fact that if you saw Lance around you: run. That was the first advice you ever got from Max during your first season. But you never really saw Lance, mostly due to his constant crashes and also the fact that he was almost never above P10.

But for once, the track was basically soaking wet, Lance's speciality. Most racer were struggling in some form, 3 crashes already happened and it was only the 35th lap out of 65. But rain wasn't an issue for you, since it was also your speciality.

You and Lance were toe to toe, battling to see who you get the P2 position. Lance was right behind you, trying to snatch it away from you. But you were determined to just keep going, possibly even brake checking him to hopefully make him spin out of control.

As you continued on for almost 4 more laps, you realized that Lance wasn't going to falter any time soon. If anything, he was closer to you than before, having only 0.762 seconds behind you.

It was a risk, you knew this. But with the high pressure to keep your first ever P2 spot in your first season was way too high. Your team was silent as well, not offering any tips or advice to you. So, you decided to do it:

You sprinted in-front of Lance and then began to break check him. It was a massive dick move, you were aware, but sometimes you needed to play a bit dirty to win. Besides, Lance isn't a clean player himself.

But, the risk wasn't worth it. As Lance panicked at your sudden break check - making him jolt his wheel to the left - banging directly into your back end. The slippery track didn't play in your favor, as your tires were already worn out. Your car slid forward, threatening to tip over completely.

As if karma was beating your ass, it did. Your car flipped forward, making the car come to a final stop with you upside down. It went by so fast to you that all you could feel was dizzy, unsure if you even landed the crash.

"This fucking IDIOT!!!" You say, louder than you expected "Get him out of F1 already!!!" You groan loudly as you start to feel some pain in your head due to the blood rushing to your brain.

You struggled but luckily were able to put your torso out of the car, but your legs were stuck. Trying to grab the ground to claw out was useless since it was soaking wet and your leather gloves were slippery. "FUCK that little Canadian"

As you said that, you felt a strong tug that yanked you completely out of the car... It was Lance. Oops...

You looked up at him, still annoyed and dizzy from the impact. But he simply just whipped off the dirt and water from your helmet's visor. Instantly, you felt bad for cursing him out and wishing the worse for him. But just as you say that, he replies:

"Are you sure I'm little?" He says in a condescending tone. The fact he didn't bother to correct anything else you said or even apologize first made you smack his hand away from you.

"FUCK that jumbo size Canadian." You say as a correction as the medical team came to examine you both.

GEORGE R. || 63

You were so close to getting P4, which would be impressive due to the shit pitstop you had. Anger was already high for you after the awfully slow pitstop and even worse, your usual strategist was out due to an illness. That means you were left with some random 50 year old guy yapping about your next move, which was always given 10 seconds too late.

"Alright (Y/N)," you heard him grumble onto the mic, his dry throat evident in every word he spoke. His voice was already annoying, but when you heard him gulp down some water instead of helping you, you were fucking livid. "I think you should uhmm,, maybe... hmmm." He said as if he was an 80 years old with dementia who forgot his grandkid's name.

Cursing under your breath, you just ignored him and continued onward. Although you were in a Ferrari, you could feel the car getting tired from how hard you were pushing it. You were so close to catching up to P4, you just needed to pass George Russell.

A turn was up ahead, perfect for an overtake. You planned it all in your head, the gap that George left open was exactly what you needed. You sped up, trying to sneak past his right side and hopefully take P3.

But that dream was crushed, as for some reason George decided to aggressively steer right - crashing directly into you. Both of you began to spin out of control, luckily George hit a tire wall. But you were less fortunate, getting tossed all the way off the tracks and into a random tire wall several meters away from the original crash spot.

The anger, disappointment, and guilt was too much for you to handle as you shouted into the mic, that was turned on accidentally without your knowledge:

"THIS FAT HEADED ASSHOLE!!! I hope his mom never makes another one!" You shouted as you waited for your slow operators to instruct you when it was safe to get out of the car.

You held your helmeted-head in your hands, too frustrated to even look up. A grumble escaped your lips before you let out a harsh sigh, you wanted to strangle someone. You wanted to hit your steering wheel, maybe run out of the car and just punch George (as if that would do any damage), but you knew it would get clipped and ruin your reptutation.

Sitting down alone waiting for your shit operators was actually great for you. You calmed down your nerves and rolled your head and shoulders, finally opening your eyes.

But as you looked around, you saw George... oops.....

The second his team gave him the "okay" to get out of his car, he rushed to where you crashed and wanted to check on you. He felt so guilty and embarrassed to cause such a horrific crash. His face was completely hidden by his darkly tinted helmet, but his hand stretched out to help you out. You let go of your breath, his hospitality a clear sign that he didn't hear you.

Hesitating, you took his hand and his harsh grip that pulled you out... He definitely heard you. You looked at him, unsure of what to start with. An apology? Cursing him out? Saying nothing at all? Luckily, you didn't have to choose.

"I think you have quite the bigger head than me." He argues back.

"I beg to differ," You say, unsure if he's playing with you or not, "I mean, have you seen the size your fucking cranium?"

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