#MY INSTAGRAM KNOWS WHATS IP

[aashiqui-aashiqui]

SCREAMING SCREAMING SCREAMING SCREAMING I SAW SUCH A GOOD EDIT RIGHT NOW AND I CANT THINK ANYMORE AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH IM GONNA CRY LIKE ITS GONNA BR ON REPLAY THE WHOLE NIGHT AND I CANT THINK ANYMORE AHHHHH MY BAR BAE I LOVE HIM SO MUCH HES MY WIFE GIRLFRIEND BOYFRIEND HUSBANF ALL IN ONE

[love-belle]

i hope i never lose you !!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which they finally figure out they can't lose each other.

or

for when it's forever with them. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

social media au // max verstappen x fem!reader

prequel - you're losing me ⋆·˚ ༘ *

warnings - language

author's note - part ii !! i really hope you like this <3 i love you so much, thank you for reading!! i'll post that pierre gasly au tonight, in a couple hours so !!! tagging everyone who asked for part ii @tpwkangieee @mirrorball-6 @teenagedreams-cl @kimi240302 @formulas-bitch @ironmaiden1313 @alilstressyandlotdepressy @ushygushybaby @moonsf1

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formulaonenewz singer/songwriter, y/n y/l/n and formula one driver, max verstappen are back together, an insider claimed. "they both took some time and thought things over and and now they're back, better than ever," they continued, "a new beginning, if you will." the pair were also seen out on a date in monaco before the race this weekend. for more details, click on the link in our bio.

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[bambisspeckles]

Parasocial ✿ Online Creep/Stalker Simon

CW: simon is lowk (highkey) a stalker, very much parasocial simon (as the title implies), might count as dub-con but simon never makes contact with reader (like at all they never even pm), hes kind of weird, gross simon as always (can we tell that my favorite simon to write), not edited!

Simon, for lack of a better word, is a recluse. Perhaps not in the sense that he locks himself away in some far off cabin (though to him it would be ideal), but in more of a social way. He has his team and he's never really felt the desire for more. Price provides wisdom as his Captain, Gaz is the biggest charmer he's ever met, and Johnny talks enough for well, everybody. All this to say Simon has never felt more than a flicker of desire for social connection.

Which is why his behavior has taken him by surprise.

He blames Johnny truly. The bastard was bugging him about creating an Instagram, something Simon has vocally been against for ages. He's already in plenty danger on the job, there's no need to open up a gateway for future enemies. But if Simon has learned one thing about Johnny, it's that when he wants something, he's persistent, very persistent. He eventually finds himself sitting at his computer in some random cafe ("S' less likely people will track down my IP address." Is what he told Johnny) making an Instagram account, just so he can get him off his back.

He made sure to keep his profile vague and generally blank, and the only accounts he followed were Johnny and Kyle's (Neither of them have been able to convince Price to make an account.) Simon rarely opens the app, he's never been much for mindless scrolling or idiots online, so outside of leaving both Gaz and Johnny on seen, he didn't use it for much.

Until he found you.

One night when Simon can't sleep, when the horrors of his mind are thrusted into consciousness and no one is awake, Simon decides to doom scroll. He decides to lose himself in the hours upon hours of mindless content despite the fact that he'll give Johnny shit for it constantly.

And god, he's so fucking glad he did.

In the pitch blackness of his room, your face lights up his screen, and fuck if you're not the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. All big eyes, plump lips, and soft spoken words, he immediately clicks on your profile to see more. You make content about books while sprinkling in some posts about your journey to become an author. In a matter of minutes Simon knows your favorite books, the name of your best friend, and the city you live in. He spends hours combing through all the content you've posted, even watching some of the videos you posted to youtube, and he is completely and utterly obsessed.

You consume his thoughts and he's never even spoken to you, images of your face flashing through his mind. It's gross, he knows it, but he just can't help the way he feels. He's even started (vaguely) bringing you up to his team.

"Why cannae ye come tae the pub with us Lt?"

"M' busy tonight Johnny."

He remembers the way Johnny all but scoffed.

"Busy? Didnae know that was something you could be off the field Lt. Got a hot date?"

He remembers how he smirked under his mask.

"Somethin' like tha' Johnny."

Little did Johnny know, Simon's 'hot date' was just him scrolling through your page for the millionth time as he progressively feels his trousers getting tighter.

Oh well, Simon will just have to make sure you're around to take care of it next time!

[maidenimage]

EDIT: Man, I forgot how terfy and aphobic this app is. Yikes.

I originally had a post here that was EXPRESSLY addressing whether or not fans should feel guilty about engaging with Good Omens IP in light of recent news. But hysterical terfs found it and decided they already knew what my beliefs were without reading anything I said.

So I'm removing this from Tumblr because I'm sick of people thinking they know better than me what I'm saying and what I believe. If you're interested in what I said originally, you can see the post on my instagram. I'm happy to engage with anyone who is approaching the conversation in good faith (and is not a terf) on my instagram.

But for now, I'm just going to direct you to someone who has done extensive research and has an unbiased, unemotional account of all the facts, offering no opinions on the matter except where they explicitly identify.

All the details we know so far >>

Their thoughts/analysis on the situation >>

Have a nice day.

[angellurgy2]

Pull The Trigger

your favourite freak's writing agaain! you ever wanted to read a story about a homophobic gamer boy getting doxxed and raped? well here u go! ^-^ part two coming soon

cw: noncon, forced gay, slurs, shit like that

sandstone brick, towering ahead. trapped in a corner, waiting, ak-47 comfortable in hand. listening, watching, pixel-perfect gaze. the soft pitter patter of booted footsteps approaching on sand. spin, shoot before you see. three shots of triple-round burst to centre mass. dead. 

multiple pings hit the wall ahead of him, pelted at while his back was turned. losing health rapidly. he flicks and sends his barrel spinning 180 in the opposite direction, blind trading fire. 

he screams into his bulky turtle beach headphones as the body in front of him ragdolls, screen blurring with bloody low health warnings. “YEAAAH FAGGOT, YOU LIKE THAT?”

he’s swiftly popped into the win screen, all chat and winner microphones switched on to offer a chance to flaunt or whine. 

[ALL] TriggerFinger: get GUD fags i’ll wipe u in the next one 2 lmao

[ALL] XxxGr1mR3eaperxxX: dude you suck u just got lucky

[ALL] TriggerFinger: i bet u kno a lot about sucking huh?

[ALL] TriggerFinger: just like your MOM

trigger clicks on to queue for the next game, a satisfied gleam plastering his face as everyone else is gone to the aether.

in the top left of his screen as loading screens trawl pops a message from an unfamiliar user. not on his friends list, rather it looks like they’re in the ‘recently played with’ section. probably just another noob coming to rage.

[PRIVATE] Anonymous-Specter: that was pretty rude, you know.

‘ThAt WaS pReTtY rUde-’ what a beta.

[PRIVATE] TriggerFinger: why shld i care? get a life faggot. lmao

[PRIVATE] Anonymous-Specter: you really shouldn’t talk to people like that.

this guy’s clearly got some form of retardation keeping him from getting the hint. but trigger’s got better shit to do. the loading screen for this game always takes so long. he grabs a pack of shrimp tempura cup ramen off the nearby shelf and fills it with day-old water from his water bottle, shoving it in the microwave for a couple minutes. he numbly trawls through social media feeds, doomscrolling the beautiful faces on instagram before that gets boring, then the stale porn on twitter, then the ragebait on 4chan. nothing satisfying his appetite except this one clip of some guy eating shit on his first try skateboarding, which too is ethereal in the drips of serotonin it gives.

ding!

he grabs his soppy steaming meal and brings it back over to his computer, stirring it with a stray fork before moving back into the screen. the first thing he sees is another message from the same person as before. he rolls his eye and opens the notification.

[PRIVATE] Anonymous-Specter: this you? 78.222.0.13

[PRIVATE] TriggerFinger: TF?? 

he thinks he’s so cool. trigger quickly tabs over to chrome, typing into the address bar ‘whats my ip ad-’ before it autofills. he clicks in, praying for the release of the little ball of stress slowing spreading in his chest. only to have it implode. IPv4… 78.222.0.13

ok. well, he’s probably just trying to scare you. theres not much you can do with a few numbers. he remembers the streamers he’s watched being ddos’ed and how freaked out they’d always get. he can’t find that humour in the angered horror on their faces now, though.

[PRIVATE] TriggerFinger: thats not my fuckin IP asshole. ur not funny

[PRIVATE] Anonymous-Specter: i think it’s pretty funny.

[PRIVATE] Anonymous-Specter: see you soon :)

trigger looks around his surroundings. nothing around, just the same open bland studio basement. mattress on the floor, check. couch, check. tv, check. tiny window that shows literally nothing but a foot of grass? check. its hard for him to hide the scowl of hatred at this empty rotting enclosure. shit, did you lock the door? he runs up and flicks it locked like how a child runs up the stairs when they’re scared a monsters behind them. not because of this ‘specter’ though. just normal precaution. he wouldn’t let another man take up space in his mind like that.

trigger sits. unable to pull his focus enough to start another game, or to divest himself entirely. stuck in a limbotic resting space. he grabs the monster can sitting on his desk - one of many - and pours it down his throat with anxious franticity. after staring at the screen for long enough, with nothing else he can see to do, he types.

[PRIVATE] TriggerFinger: What r u talking about? fuckin weirdo

10 minutes pass.

[PRIVATE] TriggerFinger: hello?

nothing at all. empty threats and childish games. who puts in that much effort just to cause a little scare? freak, probably a faggot too.

he sighs and switches over to spotify, plugging his favourite XXXtentacion album into his grindy bluetooth speaker and grabbing a pre-roll from his weed drawer. a rusted old lighter folds between his fingers. flick, flick. hot choking mist fills his mouth and then suffuses his screen as he blows it back into the stale air. he lies idly spinning in his gaming chair, puffing until its gone and until the words leave his head. empty.

but not for long, apparently.

a resoundingly loud knocking thuds at his door. earthquaking enough to shake him out of his seatlock. but the tremors remain, rocking through his veins. he gingerly lowers his eye to the peephole. a short man looks up from a foot away, holding some sort of black bag. this is it trigger, time to man up. he paces back with soft steps, pulling a steak knife from the block and holding it behind his back. no more games, this is real life. no more being harassed by that bitch landlord, no more bad looks when mom and dad visit. when the police find him beaten and you on top you won’t have to feel bad anymore.

he opens the door.

“Hello. uber for trig?”

he doesn’t remember ordering any food, was he really that faded?

“it’s… trigger. but that’s me, yeah.”

the man passes trigger an unlabelled brown bag from the bigger unlabelled black bag. something liquid seeps out of the corner.

“have a great night, sir!” 

trigger tosses the bag onto the table already scattered with trash. throwing the knife onto the counter along with it. being paranoid is the sign of a weak mind, you need energy. he thinks about the shrooms his bro gave him a couple weeks back, saved for a special occasion in a box under his bed. the devil and angel on his shoulders scream.

he examines the food. taco bell crunchwrap and spilled soda, amazing. he begins to clean it up right as a CLFBKGBNJ clanging from the kitchenette behind his back rings out. he turns to see a tall, muscley imposing man already towering over him from there. backing up slowly, like hes a blind animal that’ll pounce at any moment. 

“hey there.”

“hi???” his words spit out with a spiteful acidity, tantrumic. 

“you must be trigger.” his monotone face twists upwards into a cruel mockery of a smile. he examines trigger up and down, who shivers at being ogled like meat.

he hears his dad in his head. puff up your chest, faggot. you can’t let people walk over you like a little bitch all the time. he straightens his back, stops retreating. his voice mimics a tough deepness.

“you need to g-get the fuck out of my house.” 

specter tilts his head with curiosity. trigger can feel the aftershocks of monster and adrenaline crumpling his heart as he looks into the intruders eyes. a dark jade gazes back, blank. empty. like null space inside his skull, giving off only the aesthetic of a watching being. beyond the entrancing holes, partially hidden behind curtains of frayed brown locks, a jagged scar cuts through his face, curved and serrated with the impression of its assailant. 

“it’s not really your house though, is it?” 

trigger stares back dumbly. specter lifts up a chiseled arm and knocks on the roof, indicating where the landlord resides. “it’s theirs, really.” he takes a step forward.

“what’s your fucking problem man?”

another step back. guarding facade broken as quickly as it was put up. you’re weak. pathetic. he can smell it on you, just like they all can.

“here to give you an attitude adjustment.” he says it so monotone, like reading a script. as if you should know what that means. specter gives a wide scan of the interior. sizing up your crime scene? this won’t be going the way you think it will, buddy. “this is a pretty shit place you got here”

“not any more shit than the goon cave you probably got, bitch” 

the molded smile on specter’s face drops in a second. in 3 sudden steps forward he closes most of the gap between them, the air between the two grows cold. trigger has no choice but to back up more to keep the feeling of safety. the distance between handler and beast, but there’s no leash here. and there’s no medic to save him.

“listen.. s-specter? right?” he looks into those dead eyes with a quiver hes kept hidden for so long.  “i'm sorry i insulted you or- or whatever i didn’t mean it okay? that’s just online shit, this isn’t real.”

specter takes another wordless step, and trigger hits the wall. this isn’t real.

“why so quiet all of a sudden?” his hand reaches out and cups triggers chin, his face too frozen with animalistic chemicals to react. forcing trigger’s weak inebriated gaze to meet his, dead yet malevolent. “are you scared of me?”

trigger spits in his face. “you- couldn’t. scare me.”

untrimmed nails dig sharply into the base of his skull. “i will.”

“my dads the chief of police. you don’t wanna do this.” he tries to put on monotone the best he can, head as swirly with emotions as it is.

specter chortles. “no he’s not”

the music emanating from trigger’s desk scratches hard as it changes into a fast-paced track. specter’s eyes and ears twitch in its direction like a bat.

“this is what you listen to?” his smile almost looks genuine this time. he gestures at the ground below them. “stay here.”

he turns and moves to walk past trigger, when he jumps into action, leaping at the man with a guttural yell.  “AA-”

immediately cut off by searing blunt force ripping through his gut, sending him crumpling to the floor with the force of extraneous gravity. so you’re a warlock, subclassed into gravitational magic, is that it? he gets up onto his hands and knees, a trail of saliva connecting his lips to the dirty linoleum floors. he chokes on each breath he tries to take in. the pain is unlike anything his soft and unexplored body has experienced before. 

specter walks away to the booming speaker, pulling out a black rectangle from the pocket of the black jeans sticking to his legs.. the speakers switch to a new track, unfamiliar to his ears. some kind of aggressive rapping, underscored by a metallic sharp noise groove. he tries to listen for words, analyzing the rhythm and slotting it with memories of other songs to try and figure out what it is. but before he can comprehend the first words to come out, a rigid boot crashes into the side of his ribs.

dazed on the ground, heaving for the little pieces of air that’ll fit through his trachea, cartoons birds twirling over his head as he stares up into the ceiling. 

a sharp sound cuts through his stupor. “you’re funny” says specter, “i really thought you’d have more fight in you.”

PHWACK. the sound of some elastic material slapping against skin, a black glove clinging to specter’s boney hand.

trigger’s shocked by the feeling of cold on his bare stomach, face twisting with rage but the rest of the body betrays him with frozen fear. specter begins to slowly lift triggers shirt, feeling up his concave flesh with rubber digits.

specter flinches back as a red handprint manifests on his cheek. i wasnt even thinking i didnt mean to i just-

a vice grip takes hold of his windpipe, holding it hostage. the hand begins to rise upwards, holding him against a wall that wasnt there two seconds ago, and then he has to fight with his noodlish body to stand up before it rips his throat right out. “you’re so weak. how did you make it so long, bullying people like that?” his other hand then puts itself to use. the cold rises up triggers body slow and nerve-wracking. he tries not to feel it and to just keep his eyes on him. the tangible, hurtable, beast. 

his mind lags from his body, not realizing he’s on the ground before he already is. terrifyingly strong knees spreading his legs apart ever so slightly, invading hand-shaped ghosts pinning him into the dirty floor face-first. months of uncaring habitation coming back to bite him in the ass all at once. his eyes jump from little pieces of dust and crumbs, filling his vision more than their existence is intended for. brought low with the trash. maybe you should’ve listened to mom.

a bottle squirts loudly out of his sight. he tries to spin his head around but he’s just met with increased pressure on his neck, pinning him down like meat on a butcher’s table. fuck this. thrashing out with all the strength in his limbs- it forces specter to change up his positioning, but even then you can’t make a single scratch, slapping at this very real intruder like a whiney little girl. 

“stop it.” he says it like he’s talking to a petulant child, dry and tired.

“fuck you! get off me!” 

a rubbery object shoves itself down his throat as he opens his mouth to yell more obscenities. fingers ripping open his jaw, dispelling his pleas into inhuman garbling.  

“reht rre throo!” 

he looks around, there has to be something he can do. everything is dark blobs because of his eyes wetting from the fingers assault of his uvula. heavy whispers assault the back of his neck, venom in his blurred ears. “i could take out a tooth. how about that?”

he shakes his head, as much as he can crushed between these manly hands. 

water trickles down from the corners of his eyes. fuck, don’t let him see you crying, that’s the ultimate defeat. man card revoked. the only benefit of this positioning is that only the tile can see your face’s treason.

the hand abruptly leaves and moves back to the rest of his body. not preferable, but at least now his eyes will stop coating themselves in water. there has to be something on this floor somewhere if he can look. 

blood coats his vision. bloody floor, bloody nose, face shoved into a pool of it. he can feel his nose contort under the hard material, head bouncing off it with a loud crack.

‘look’, you shouldve known better. thousands of hours of experience watching torture scenes in COD, and you think he’s gonna give you a break? you’re not the shooter like you thought you were, you’re just the dead russian snitch. 

slender hands dip under the waistband of his sweatpants, threatening with slow dragging downwards. fuck, he is a fag. so much screaming in his head, be a man be strong fight back faggot stop being a fucking BETA. but the weak trembling in every inch of his nervous system won’t let go. the part that knows what you are. weak little soyboy. shit, was it the burger king? he looks at the softness of his tiny arms splayed out in front of him, thinking back to all those impossible whoppers he had during that first (and last) year of college. sure there were the conspiracies but- he had to lose some weight and it was right next to his dorm and surely a little bit of hormonal meat couldn’t hurt anyone. well, apparently not. he shudders at the thought of all those tiny little girl particles running around in his bloodstream.

coldcoldcoldcoldcold fuck. something cold and wet drips down his ass, sending rippling twitches through his body. something small pokes and prods, forcing the wet inside, already he feels speared through, he has to purposefully hold his face together to not burst into open sobbing. 

“shhh sh sh. it’s okay. you’ll take it.” 

it pulls out, a hot emptiness filling all feeling. another squirt, and more wetness shoved so deep he cant handle in the choking cries. “please. please don’t. i don’t- i’m not-” cut off by the finger pulling out again, leaving his hole gaped. “Fuck stop im not gay pleasepleasepleasepl”

a sweaty palm wraps over his mouth.

something warm and hard and fleshy begins to rub circles around his hole. pressing up so close his breath hitches in fear it might go in and then pulling back and then repeating.

“be a good boy and stay quiet, trig.”

pushing pushing pushing pushing pushing pushing

“HEEEEELPP WAIT PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME PLEASE HELP NONONONONONONO STOPP#&$*%9

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specters hard chest presses up close and warm against trigger’s back. hot, heavy breathing forces its way into his ear. they stay there for a moment, frozen in time. a breaking point cut, getting a cinematic view of his own ruination. what a shitty fucking movie this is. 

“mmhng-” specter pulls back, breaking the trance, almost making trigger wish he would’ve just stayed inside. he grunts at the feeling of trembling boyflesh seizing on his cock, shaking with each inch moved in either direction, clenching for dear life. he grips a handful of trigger’s hair and pulls it back, forcing his limp and drooling expression into specter’s vision.

 “so, what was it?” the burning rod of pressure starts to move faster, thrusting with detached force, muscular hips bouncing off trigger’s ass. “dad beat you?” another assault forward, enunciating each bit of words with the slapping of their flesh. “mom molest you?” it hurts sososososososososo bad but he cant feel anything other than the pain nothing but searing waves of some long-forbidden feeling. “or- fuck- you just get bullied too much in those squishy formative years?”

boiling hot rain streams down his face, terror burning his eyes blind. choking sobs spit out little bits of snot and saliva pooling with his tears below him in a sad filth soup. 

“oh c’mon-” specter reaches in closer, thoughtlessly pushing his cock into a switch that turns triggers legs to jelly. a waterfall of tears overlaid with shameful noises, the kind he’d before only ever heard through the speakers of a computer. each one abrading his will even more. he was supposed to be on the other side, not this. anything but this. 

“please stop”

“it’s too late.” his hand brushes triggers cheek, mimicking a comforting motion with uncomfortable skin, “you can never take back what’s already happened… and what’s about to.”

[the-ancient-dragons]

Introductions

Hi! I'm @theancientblog (she/her).

This is a Wings of Fire art blog, a place where I can share all my art/updates for my fanfics (finished or unfinished) and cause maximum confusion to people who don't know what's going on :D

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Where I keep my hoard of WoF fanfics (and a couple of art books. You can dig around in them for some ancient art from my high school days). Below are a few teasers of my written works:

The Five Dragons: A five-part fantribe series following the SwiftScales, including map art and a guide to the Dragons of Ventus. It is my first series and if you can manage to stick through the first two, I promise the writing quality gets better towards the last three books!

The Blue Comet: A standalone Legends-style book following a desperate IceWing's quest to return home. Mystery, misery, and many action scenes!

Alate Atta's Ascension: Another fantribe series following the AntWings, including map art and a guide to the Dragons of Pantala (updated to include the fantribes!). Currently ongoing!

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I almost never post on Insta but if I do, it is finished pieces and mixed in with other fandoms and personal work (though to protect my IP I might stay off there...)

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Cait; Posts gym thirst traps and videos of her working out or getting into fistfights. Can be found in the comments and DMs of women, gay or otherwise. Lots of activity in sobriety and self-help communities. Doesn’t have a lot of followers, but does fundraiser streams for a week every three months she's sober. The money goes to child abuse prevention foundations. Her most recent charity streams had her trying to get all achievements on Just Dance after someone donated 10k requesting it.

Codsworth; self-help videos for people struggling to take care of themselves. How to tidy up, how to take effective breaks, what needs to be cleaned in a house and what supplies you need...very useful, very popular with college students and teens. Once posted a video of him going at wasps with a chainsaw and gained a million subs overnight.

Curie; children's educational YouTube channel that's, somehow, more popular with young adults. Science experiments gone wrong. Think Jackass and Mythbusters hosted by a tiny French woman who approaches everything with the joy and whimsy of My Little Pony. Her most popular videos are her 100k subscriber specials, a series where she goes ghost and cryptid hunting to disprove them and demonstrate the fraudulence you can find behind such things.

Danse; has a Facebook for work purposes. It has a profile photo only because Haylen insisted. Fears the internet deeply, thinks its the closest humanity can get to staring into the void and seeing something blink. Unbeknownst to him, there's a viral video of him teaching a workout regimen to trainees. The comment sections are pure thirst. All of his coworkers know and made an oath to never speak of it.

Deacon; Is the one who snuck into training and got that video. Posted it to r/NextFuckingLevel with 🥵🥵🥵 for a caption. Owns several large meme accounts, all with distinct personalities and lives. Someone tried to dox him after suspicions, but found all accounts had different IPs and info. He's just that good. His Facebook changes profile photo every. Single. Day. He consumes an absurd amount of audio books. Drops CRAZY money on charity streams to make the host do weird shit, like 100% Just Dance. Probably sells feet pics.

Dogmeat; The internet's darling. Nick Valentine's dog who doesn't help with catching bad guys, but with far more important things; Dogmeat cuddles and plays with victims at the scene or in court. Also trained in search and rescue. Much of Dogmeat's page is just Nick sharing important information (hotlines, self-defense, survival tips, et cetera) while petting or playing with Dogmeat. Kind of a McGruff the Crime Dog vibe.

Gage; Facebook that he uses to cyberbully cop pages and Craigslist to offer his...unconventional services (pretending to be your boyfriend at family gatherings to cause drama). His pet lizard, an Argentine Tegu, has an Instagram with 3k followers. The Tegu often wins pet competitions and Gage posts the awards captioned with 🖕🏻💚🦎💚🖕🏻. Works at an amusement park, posts tell-all confessions on Reddit.

MacCready; Facebook with friends and family, posts a lot of Duncan. His YouTube history is videos for Duncan. Lots of Curie's videos. Mac has a Craigslist and LinkedIn, does odd jobs when he isn't working as a security guard at a shooting range. Activite in communities about comics, shows, and video games. Sometimes he'll post a theory about a show or comic and he's usually right. Really enjoys the meltdowns of fandoms when the media takes a nasty turn, even if he's also betrayed.

Nick; Ellie runs Dogmeat's page, Nick just does the talking. As for Nick himself, has some pages for his work (that Ellie also manages) and a Facebook profile to stay in touch with friends and family. Much like Danse, consumes media offline—except for poetry. Most of his screen time is spent on Poetry.com, one of those people that leave comments. He likes how the internet makes information and art accessible. Very peaceful and wholesome internet time.

Hancock; The void that Danse is scared of. Also does streams, but not only for fundraisers. Streams high. Streams himself trying to find his way back to his apartment late at night. Always end up in a fast food joint, trying to convince the workers to unionize. Twitter shitposter until a politician needs cyberbullying. Organizes protests. Extremely active in Massachusetts' political scene, his fans are a force to be reckoned with. Has fistfought his own fans before. Occasionally cancels himself to prove a point. Makes mock apology videos whenever another celeb/influencer fucks up.

Preston; Park ranger and community organizer. Uses Facebook and TikTok to appeal to all ages. Is unfairly good at TikTok dances. Posts safety tips, upcoming event information, etc. Does a lot of work with Dogmeat and Nick. Posts bodycam footage of him arresting people, like shutting down fire-themed gender reveal parties, or poachers. Not a lot of followers, but the bodycam footage goes viral on subreddits like r/Instant_Karma.

Piper; a journalist and blogger. Posts videos of her political rants and makeup/hair routine. Joins Hancock in politician cyberbullying. Makes commentary essays and videos, sometimes book reviews. Appears on podcasts. Her media presence is decently known, but mild. She tries to keep herself distant from it. Despite this, has a good-sized following who appreciate the lack of parasociality. Her most famous video is her trying to find the best coffee spots in Boston.

X6-88; security guard for the Massachusetts Institute of Technology who got stuck running the Twitter when the last guy got arrested on weed charges. Piper keeps DMing for an interview and he keeps blocking her accounts. He has LinkedIn for work. Half of it is redacted and involves NDAs. No other media presence except for one thing; he's an infamous esports cryptid. Across a few different shooter games, a high-rank player called X6-88 (its just his first initial and the numbers on his security badge) fucking curbstomps everyone in the match. He has never died or missed a shot. Never speaks in chat, never in team chat. He's a legend among gamers. For him, he's just relaxing on a Friday night, keeping his senses sharp. Doesn't realize there are compilation videos of streamers raging at him.

[queenimmadolla]

One of my absolute favourite thing about the pennyverse is how Eddie knows his wife is a milf and never fails to mention it😂. He knows he got the hottest woman the world has ever seen and once Instagram arrives, his profile is full of photos of her (and their kids of course). But under the her photos he has to deactivate the comments because some fans go to far with compliments (he knows she is hot but it's his wife we talk about and some men can be disgusting), while some.other fans goes too far because of jealousy.

this is so real!

eddie goes from 0 to 100 real quick, like he will hire people to track down IP Addresses so he can kick down a door and beat the shit out of them for saying anything disrespectful or disgusting aimed at you. eddie’s protective. he is so very protective.

he loves showing you off, though, because god do you always look good to him—don’t even have to be dressed up, you can be in your leisure wear, face caked in a wash-off face mask, and he’s ready to be your photographer. he is always so endearing when it comes to you, and you truly dont have to try to be precious to him.

but what annoys the SHIT out of him is that he cannot even post relatively innocent photos of you without trolls making comments about how hot you are—because they’re right, no matter what you do, you’re a milf, but they don’t have to say it.

maple finds it funny any time she sees comments are off under his posts because she knows an internet troll made her dad mad and ruined it for everyone.

[jayceeartz]

Tw: kind of a call out post I guess, death threat, mentions of murder and mentions of suicidal thoughts.

I doubt anyone will read this, but I feel like I need to talk about this individual I met on pinterest. I'm sorry if this is badly told and sorry for the lack of screenshots. This happened months ago and I completely forgot about it but I found out we are in a tnmn discord server together. Obviously I blocked them on there but the whole situation is bothering me again. I don't really have anyone to talk about this to so yeah I'm so scared to post this. And sorry if this is a lot to read.

Because i don't really know what pronouns they go by, I'm gonna prefer to them as they/them.

I had posted chenry art on my pinterest account (since deleted cause pinterest is a toxic hell scape) and I kept getting comments from this one account. They were saying shit like "am I supposed to like this????" And a ton of other things I didn't screenshot at the time cause I was really overwhelmed. Their username was something a long the line of "I really love Henry!!!!" Which was already making me feel shitty cause I knew why they were doing this. I was just going to block them but they got in my DMs and asked for my discord. I gave it to them for whatever reason and we started chatting and it was going okay. We talked about tnmn and horror movies but they still seemed pretty pissed with me. We kept talking when they out of nowhere said this

(I'm Bastard and they're Rat)

I thought they were just telling a horrible joke. But they started talking about personal stuff that I won't be showing. But I tried being understanding, but it was obvious they were taking my kindness for granted.

After talking about that they said this.

But of course, I'm not gonna stay friends with crazy person who wants me dead and probably has my IP address. So I asked my good friend on Instagram if I should keep them or not and showed them the screenshots. And they were like "JAYCEE! THEY THREATENED YOU BLOCK THEIR ASS FAST!!!" and so I immediately did so. And I spent the rest of the night wanting to kms.

That happened like, months ago. I completely forgot about the whole thing. But I found them in a discord server I'm in. And I haven't really felt safe on pinterest or discord or anything cause idk all of their socials. I generally feel like someone's out there wanting to kill me. But to anyone who might wanna block them, here's their socials that I was able to find.

I hate to sound dramatic, but I feel so scared to post this. What if they find this and start harassing me more or doxx me? Just to be safe I'm going to leave that server I'm in with them. I don't interact much on there anyway.

I'm really sorry for posting this out of nowhere. And sorry my dumbass didn't have many screenshots. I feel like such a fucking idiot for giving them my discord. This whole situation is stupid and wouldn't have happened if I didn't post my chenry art..

But yeah. Please be safe and aware of red flags when talking to people on the internet! You never know what could happen!

[bzhitstruth]

I want to say so much…

There are only 4 photos in today's post, but GG put a huge number of different things in them. Concentration of love and longing.

All these are my fabrications and fantasies. Fake, CPN. 🤡

Of course, this is the Milan Cathedral. This is the third time that GG goes to Milan and photographs it. We don't know exactly what this symbolizes for him (a wedding? The hope of marriage?), but it is definitely a ritual.

This cathedral is even in GG’s pilot post on Instagram, which he made last year.

The moon, the meaning and symbolism of which is well known to us. They travel abroad and take photographs of the moon, which represents their hearts and longing for someone who is not beside at the moment. Even the way the moon peeks out from behind the clouds is very similar.

The already familiar Re-Web sneakers from Gucci. This is the first time in my memory that GG posts shoes so purposefully, and there are even red and green colors on them. Posting shoes is usually DD's prerogative, but this time GG decided to do it too. «Shoes» in Chinese are 鞋子 xié zi - XZ, and in combination with «Web» it is very interesting.

Carbohydrates. It is known that GG is on a diet all the time and strictly limits the consumption of carbs. In the text of the post, GG says: “The plan to give up carbs “was not crowned with success.” At the same time, there is not even a hint of any food in the photo. But this phrase refers us to the recent fake materials from February 22, where GG and DD talked about carbs. Amazing "coincidence".

Sunset. There is no need to even talk about this in detail. It is beautiful. GG posted two photos against the backdrop of the sunset, in one we see him in profile, and in the other from the back. Doesn't it look like the other person?

This time there is kadian. Perhaps, of course, this is a coincidence. Or maybe not.

Another little funny detail - for some reason GG's IP shows Netherlands. Most likely it's just a technical glitch or something like that. But the interesting thing is that Netherlands is the first country in the world where same-sex marriage was legalized on April 1, 2001, and couples were given all rights, including the right to have children. This is probably another Yizhan metaphysics.

💚❤️.

[katherinebotten]

Sphere and Sundry. Anko linen. Maroske Peech Demi-belt. I love the sky. In adelaide airport there’s an ad for an industry superfund with a black woman in an ugly green 3/4 sleeve shirt in front of an ugly green old weatherboard house, it is how poor people used to be represented and now the same image is meant to convey the dream of the bourgeoisie. Mother of Pearl guasha. Stefanie.freedom is fat in a gstring on Instagram her success comes from Prostitution. I don’t want success from prostitution (so I don’t want success). In the meeting all the women (girls) and the men (boys) are idiots (except me). At my wedding we do ceremonial cacao and I get so fucking high. I relapse at five years clean on meth so I can write better. It is important to write at the most elite level if I am ever to have magicians around again (my ex boyfriend). I edited the text >forty times for it to be so strong. You can never know if what you make is fine art, it is up to someone else (my ex boyfriend). We chased the ice cream truck to mitcham reserve. I don’t know one woman who has anything irrespective of how she looks or how much (or little) she prostitutes herself. There are less swimming pools around me than before. Beauty is a natural gift and should be celebrated. Squandering beauty can feel momentarily powerful. The form tells you something about its essence (TCM “law of signatures”). I choose iconoclasm (because I have to). Fuckable at any size(?). A family feeling in west Footscray near the oval by the primary school the houses are being slowly renovated like in coburg north. I love painting(?). After 9/11 the physical paper passports of the hijackers remained intact!!!!!?????? Tao Lin edits his poems over and over and over. If it takes so much work is it talent? A tradie holds the train door open for women first on the Upfield line. A man at the Northcote meeting collects the mugs and cleans the cups every week. A man at the Northcote meeting announces NA literature in an embodied, connected, serious way, he reads a good paragraph outloud. Pink pamphlet, green pamphlet, Living The Program IP #9. At work Nate is excellent. If BLEEP doesn’t see me on Saturday it means he doesn’t want to fuck. X doesn’t want to fuck Y designating Y as unvaluable (Y1). Y1 is under the threat of disconnection from the animation of life. Disconnected from the animation of life Y1 experiences death and not in the Prima Materia way (*to be confirmed). Radiohead.

[confusedkain]

Just about 26 years of waiting and planning and then 3 months between the line art and shading sessions, he is done.

As many people who know me know, this game series is always referred to as my "lifes blood". Video games, vampires, the list goes on.. I wouldn't have met such amazing people without it, I wouldn't have taken certain paths in my life without it! It took me not only this many years to think of a tattoo for my love for Legacy of Kain, but it also to finding the right artist. I've met many and none of them wow'd me with their take on all sorts of styles as Mikey Fishhook has! I gave him references, told him about the game, about Kain and said "I want to see what you do!" and I couldn't be more over the moon with it! Collectively the tattoo took 6 hours, 2 for the line art and 4 for the shading.. Most of which I was asleep for... Only true traumatized tattoo enjoyers will understand that lol

My artist at the time of me posting this, October 12th, 2024, has not posted his HD images of the finished piece. But! I beg of you to give him a watch, a like or any sort of love toward his tattooing work! MikeyFishhookTattoo can be found on: Instagram : (HERE) Website : (HERE) Facebook : (HERE)

Thank you for reading and remember, we got a countdown until the remasters release in December!! Go support any aspect of Legacy of Kain that's out there right now! From wonderful fan-artists to companies who have sparked life back into this IP! We are resurrected! We are thriving! WE ARE WORTHY!

[maincoursdelegance]

zombie sugarbaby roll call!

I wonder who's still on tumblr from the old sugar bowl?

Much like the rest of the world, the glory days of 2010-2015 are long gone, and oh do I miss them.

Everything was great: tumblr and Instagram were fire for the sugar bowl, and the bowl itself was insane due to the economy thriving. Truly, these were the glory days.

When I logged back in earlier, I saw a blog post from 2013 from Southern Sugar — we were the same age that year. It's over 10 years later. I wonder where she is now? Is she married and a trophy wife? Still yacht hopping like me?

And when I looked at my page, my last post were my New Year's Resolutions for 2018! How quick 6 years went by...

That's the beauty of the internet: it's a closed system, perfectly preserving it's contents for all of time... until the original poster decides to give up on sugaring all together and deletes the Encyclopedia Thottanica (*pouts at sugarbabytemptress*)

Here's the update:

2018 went as planned, as did 2019. Not as planned but very profitable were 2020 and 2021. I made bank, saved tons of money, collected tons of Cartier, 3 Rolex watches and even got a brand new luxury car bought in my name.

I was living the high life...

I got lingerie and jewelry aplenty! Vacations and spa days galore! You want Louboutins?? I've got 20! No big deal, well who cares, I waaant moooore 🎶

What's funny is that eventually the high wears off and becomes a monotonous routine. That was 2022 and 2023 with my SDBF. So boring, can't believed that I've been locked down and in this relationship for 5 years. No wonder I'm bored and feeling restless. And you know what they say... no ring on the finger, must not linger 💍

So I'm slipping back in the bowl!

Let's see how it goes...

xoxo

Go$$ip Girl

[lunerabo]

Okay! Very alarming post, but you all may never see me again. I don’t know if I’ll need to deactivate or not, but if I do, everything is going. My patreon, my Instagram, all of it. My abuser found me after three years on fucking Pinterest and DMed me there. These accounts aren’t just linked to new emails, they’re linked to new fucking IP addresses. I had to change my whole goddamn identity three years ago and he’s so fucking tech savvy that he’s managed to find me. I don’t know what else he has access to, so for all I know he could be watching my tumblr too.

Anderson if you’re seeing this if you ever approach my home I will kill you. I don’t have a quirky, unusual, unsettling threat to hurl at you I will kill you. I swear to fuck I’ll do it you kid touching piece of shit.

[warringwarrioridiot]

"They was asking for it"

YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT YOU'RE ASKING FOR?? A BIG FAT BASEBALL BAT TO THE BACK OF THE SKULL AT FULL SPEED MAX ISTG

Mfs like this need to take a long walk off of a short cliff cus if I EVER catch them I'm gonna commit some good old fashion homicide.

If you say things like "You should've enjoyed it" or "at least you got some" I'm tracking your IP and shoving ten cacti in your anal hole and/or vagina.

"game is game 🤪"

You need to shut your ketchup stain, Junkrat main, micro brain, aluminium chain, ankle sprain, CHOCOLATE RAIIIIN, with your runny nose dirty toes lick hobos cOwAbUnGa BrOs, Dude, I want you to look at your entire life. All your life choices. And tell me when you had an original idea in your brain. Your ass got kicked out and disowned and you started aggressively tapping the home button on your IPhone "Oh, help. Why is it not working?". YOUR ENTIRE EXISTENCE IS LIKE A NARUTO FILLER EPISODE, MY BOY! YOUR PRANKS ARE AS REPETITIVE AS THE AD "Whopper, Whopper, Whopper, Whopper" YOUR BRAIN IS JUST AS REAL AS THE LOVE YOUR PARENTS HAVE FOR YOU! YOUR GRANDMA GAVE BLING BLING BOY A LAP DANCE FOR PAY DAY. Wait hold on! *Punch punch punch* GIVE ME THE MONEY YOUR GRANDMA! I JUST ROBBED YOUR GRANDMA! I JUST HIT A LICK ON YOUR GRANDMA, HOW DOES THAT FEEL?! SHE POOR AS HELL NOW! YOU PUT A BALLOON ON YOUR HEAD AND THOUGHT IT WAS A DURAG! YOU LIKE RONALD MCDONALD FROM OHIO! "HEYA KID! YOU WANT A BIG MAC?!" WHEN YOU WALK DOWNSTAIRS YOUR WHOLE HOUSE STARTS RUMBLING! YOU BRING THE POWER OF EREN YEAGER AND 37 COLOSSAL TITANS DOWN YOUR STAIRCASE! AFTER YOU EAT DINNER YOU EAT THE PLATE AND THEN YOU EAT THE TABLE AS WELL! CHOMP CHOMP! YOU RENT OUT THE GAP BETWEEN YOU TEETH AS A PARKING SPACE FOR ANTS! YOU LOOK EMO ASF "CUT MY LIFE INTO PIECES! THIS IS MY LAST RESORT! SUFFOCATION! NO BREATHING!" LOOK AT YOUR NOSE YOU HAVE TWO MARIO PIPES COMING OUT OF YOUR HEAD! YAHOO! LET'S A GO! THEY MADE A SEQUEL TO FINDING NEMO BASED OFF YOUR ASS CALLED "LOCATING CHROMOSOMES! IN THEATRES THIS JULY!" YOUR BEST FRIEND IS A RAT LIVING UNDER YOUR BED IN A PRINGLES CAN! YOU POSTED AN INSTAGRAM STORY ABOUT A JAMAICAN CRICKET GIVING YOU A LAP DANCE IN THE BACK OF TOYS R US! YOU TORTURED AN ANT BY TYING HIM TO YOUR BUTTHOLE AND FARTING ON HIM! I HAVE MORE ROASTS YOU KNOW! YOUR GRANDMA IS A DARK SOULS BOSS CALLED "THE WRINKLE!

EW NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO THERE IS NO WAY! THAT THIS... OLD ASS FART WRINKLE IS TALKING TO ME IN SUCH A DISRESPECTFUL MANNER. YOU KNOW IT'S ACTUALLY KINDA SAD YOU'RE OLD ENOUGH TO BE A GRANDPA NOW BUT INSTEAD OF ADVANCING YOUR BIOLOGICAL CHAIN YOU'VE INSTEAD SPENT YOUR DAYS ALONE IN YOUR ROOM READING HITLER MANIFESTOS AND COSPLAYING AS A FUCKIN' NEO NAZI. SO MANY YEARS AND SUCH LITTLE ADVANCEMENT. No seriously! Seriously I find it amusing THAT YOUR PENCIL PENIS DONKEY KONG BARREL BUILT LOOKIN' ASS WOULD ASSUME THAT I EVEN REMOTELY CARE ABOUT A SINGLE ONE. NO NO NO FUCK THAT. A SINGLE SYLLABLE OF THE VERBAL DIARRHEA GARGLE THAT'S COMING OUT OF THE DUSTY SARLAC PIT YOU CONSIDER TO BE YOUR FUCKING MOUTH! YOU WANT ME TO SHOW YOU MY FACE?? YOU WANNA SEE MY FUCKIN' FACE??? BITCH SHOW ME YOUR FUCKIN' HAIRLINE CAUSE I KNOW THERE'S NO WAY YOU'RE SPEAKING TO ME RIGHT NOW DRESSED UP AS A GOD DAMN DIABOLICAL BOY SCOUT. NAH LOOK AT THEM TEETH. BOY YOUR TEETH IN CREATIVE MODE. HELL NAH BOY STOP PLAYING YOU TOO OLD FOR THIS SHIT. BRO THEY GOT FOSSIL RECORDS FOR EACH ONE OF YOUR FAT ROLLS. NAH STOP PLAYING WITH ME BOY I CAN'T TAKE YO ASS SERIOUSLY WHEN YOU DRESS UP LIKE A GODDAMN MEDIEVAL TERRORIST. BRO IS ABOUT TO SHOOT UP HIS OLD FOLKS HOME WITH A CROSSBOW AND A FUCKING TREBUCHET. YA YEET DOM DOM DOM DOM DOM DOM! SHUT YO UGLY ASS UP. WHAT THE FUCK? A HE AHHH EEEEE SHUT UP BITCH. YOU WANT ME TO TURN ON MY CAMERA? YO DICK BUILT LIKE A INVERTED BANANA. YO FOREHEAD CRACKED UP LIKE THE AFRICAN SAVANNAH. I CAUGHT YOU AND YO SISTER BUTT NAKED LAST NIGHT. SWEET HOME ALABAMA. FUCK YOU THINK THIS IS? WHAT IS YOU WEARING WITH YO GODDAMN HONEY WHERE IS MY SUPER SUIT? NAH BOY LOOK AT YO ROOM, YO HOUSE DIRTY AS HELL. YOU GOT FOUR SEWER RATS IN YO BATH TUB RIGHT NOW FLOATING ON TOP OF A PIZZA BOX SINGING. "YO HO THIEVES AND BEGGARS". LIKE SHIT, BOY I CAUGHT YOU HAVING AN EMOTIONAL CONVERSATION WITH YO TOE NAIL LAST NIGHT. WE COULD'VE BEEN SUPER STARS REMEMBER WHEN WE AS JACKING CARS. YOU AND YO TOE NAIL WAS GOING TO BE THE DYNAMIC DUO. BITCH YOU WAS GONNA BE IN AMERICA'S GOT TALENT SWINGING THAT SHIT AROUND LIKE A FUCKING BOOMERANG. SHUT YO STUPID ASS UP. BRUH I CAUGHT YOU JACK SPARROW RUNNING AROUND YOUR HOUSE WHILE YOUR DAD WAS TRYING TO BEAT YOU WITH A TOILET PLUNGER LAST NIGHT. COME HERE BOY! SHUT YO ASS UP. BITCH EVERYTIME YOU TAKE A SHIT THE GAME OF THRONES THEME SONG STARTS PLAMMERING IN YO HOUSE.BUM BUA BUM BUDUM BUM. SHUT YO UGLY ASS UP BRUH.

Are you getting mad?

Are you getting mad?

DAMN You getting mad now! Cuz yo Legal name is Ledenhouser Strogenberg. Nah don't be Smiling now boy You ain't slick Boy! I caught you in the locker room after gym class Frantically wiping yo armpits down With a kleenex While tryna smell good For the girls In the hallway. OI ZOINKS! I GOTTA- I GOTTA HURRY UP. SHUT YO ASS UP YOU LIKE A DIABETIC TOASTER STRUDEL. YOU UGLY AHH AS HELL. YOU GOT THEM BIG ASS HUMPTY DUMPTY PANTS ON BRUH. YOU USE A FRUIT ROLL UP AS A BELT TO HOLD UP YO BUNG DU BUNGLA. Shut yo ugly Ass up You got Mineral deposits In your Belly button. You dumb As hell You thought Google drive Was a brand new Taxi service. Bitch yo Grandma Threw a Rage spell On the kitchen floor And started Smacking you with A weiner schnitzel. Shut yo ass up You a Diabolical Special needs Student. Boy you was In the back of a Short bus Maniacally Planning How you was gonna Take over Your school.HMMMMM YEAHHHHHHHHHH It will be MINE! Shut yo Ass up, Boy I caught you Butt Naked Playing gorilla tag With a mouse in your Kitchen. Yo ass Be sliding around The counters Like a paraplegic Frozone. Gotta Catch 'em ALL! Shut yo ass up With yo "I got a feeling Ooooooooo!" Everytime yo Grandpa Tickles yo Butthole. Shut yo Stupid ass up You thought the One chip challenge Was sticking a Hot cheeto Up your buttcrack. Ok! Here we go Everybody! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Shut yo Dirty ass up Get yo ass on bruh.

It's actually so fucking sad these people still exist in 2024.

Istg misogynists and forced birth extremists and rapists are the most atrociously ugliest love-lacking idiots.

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I rest my fucking case, your honor. Kill every single one of these people before I do it myself.

[destinyc1020]

My personal opinion on this is that after 2020 and the blm movement there was a regression with the tolerance of black stories and media with the white public. There was that sudden fake diversity and then back to normal. A lot of young people started to also join Standoms forcing the public’s attention and commanding the media. Look at Taylor swift, look at Ariana look at z, Selena, Tom, Timothy, even elordi (he literally just got here but his virality and quick stans he acquired in his short time), Jenna Ortega as well she is new but the fan base is strong. These people have big enough dedicated currency with the public. They are literally walking money to the studios. Now i know all the dark skinned people you mentioned are talented and even have more critical acclaim than the above but do they have a dedicated fan base? That is a no. So even if they are talented studios stopped taking risks. Which is why love him or hate him what Jamie Lloyd did with casting Fran is the type of move directors should be making. He could have casted a less talented white or mixed actress but he went with Fran and despite the racists harassing her and what kind of attention it brought he went for it. Most casting directors will not do that and are not willing to go there and take the risk if that makes sense. They are looking at the money and the awards that is all.

Hmm.... That's a very interesting take Anon.

I personally feel like the intolerance happened long before the pandemic, but I'll agree with you that the pandemic didn't help, neither did having tRump in office for 4 years help either. 🙄

But really, this has been going on long before then. It's been a steady decline if you ask me. 🤷🏾‍♀️

You're right though, that some of the newer actors out here have garnered HUGE massive fanbases in such a short period of time, even before ever leading a major motion picture film on the big screen. Some of it is due to social media, others is due to the "personality" of the actor and who the fans think they are, and for others, it might just be pure LUCK (either people like you, or they don't 🤷🏾‍♀️).

The sad part is that aside from Zendaya, who was able to gain a very huge fanbase from Disney starting a very young age, MOST black actors (even the famous ones) never come nearly as close to having a huge fanbase like their white counterparts. That's the problem! America doesn't support black actors like they do white actors. Just go on Instagram and look up 4 well-known, award winning, critically acclaimed actors. I guarantee you that they still don't have half as many followers as some of their white counterparts who have LESS fame, less talent, and less recognition. It's smthg I've noticed for years. 😔

Re: Fran....

While I def agree with you that Hollywood should def take more risks, at the same time, I'm not sure we can really compare theater to film. The film industry can be quite different from the theater industry.

With a film, a huge studio is usually financially backing up a filming project, so they definitely want to see their money put to good use and yield good results and a major PROFIT.

With theater, you don't have that type of pressure.

The reason why a lot of films are remakes, huge IPs, or reboots, is largely in part because studios know that those types of films are typically a sure thing, and will be more certain to yield a good profit.