#gopro like cameras

[graciousdragon]

there's some. religious protester in the main square of my college campus rn? he's got a sign with a list of different types of people who are apparently going to hell and he's yelling something about sinners and repenting i think (couldn't really hear him over my music). i couldn't read the sign too well either since i was far away and also walking but i've deadass never seen one of these people in person before. if he's still there after my class is over i'll try and see if i can read his sign

[gingersssnap]

u ever see a photo thats not a selfie, feels like a candid shot but posted to the subject's social media, and just wonder like. who the camera person is.

there is another person in this photo they're just *morphtwists around* over here

[ivvyela]

i've seen people on twitter dot com complaining that peter parker in your friendly neighborhood spider-man is a streamer and honestly that could not be me. i love it. let peter parker live stream swinging around queens and getting a hot dog. let peter parker say "don't forget to like and subscribe!" let peter parker hook his stupid little gopro onto his suit and no matter what it will fall into the street. let peter parker stream him playing minecraft in the full spidey getup at like 3am. i don't care if it's different from the comics. loosen up a bit. he's just a guy. a little dude with a camera and a dream. it's a funny silly haha. just enjoy things please.

[flamingpudding]

Glitterbombs for rogues

A/N: I got sick over the holidays. So I did not do any of the writing I originally wanted to do. So instead of that Christmas Story you get this Mark Rober inspired little tidbit.

Tim had a new favorite Engineer Youtube. The boy was a bit younger than him but a genius Engineer judging by the hand full of videos Tim had marathoned through. According to the listed self-introduction part of the video, Danny was currently an engineering student in Gotham with the goal to work one day for NASA. (Tim held out some hopes that he maybe could snag the kid for WE if possible. He had already sent out an internship offer after the third video he had watched)

Either way, Danny had potential and ideas that borderlined on mad science. But made his videos of his little projects even more entertaining and interesting to watch. Tim's favorite so far was Danny's explanation on how he reconstructed his toaster so that it would launch itself into space after the third his roommate burned toast with it. He did buy his roommate a new toaster at the end of the video though.

Still Tim liked this guy and his videos. So with anticipation he clicked on one of the newer videos. The title having caught his attention: 'Why Glitter'.

Instead of the usual introduction bit with little highlights of Danny's previous project the video started out with a big fat warning in red letter to not attempt to replicate anything in the video. That had Tim very curious already, but then a little video clip following that had Tim spitting out the coffee he was just sipping from.

Thankfully he missed spitting on his phone, still he jumped out of his cozy bed where he had been watching YouTube on his phone and hurried over to his laptop. The video, meanwhile, was continuing playing. He could hear the usual music from the introduction part as well as Danny's voice explaining his reasosn -which were valid, Tim had to agree with some of them- once that part was done.

By now he had fired up his laptop and was researching. The video in the background was explaining how Danny had build his Glitterbombs similar to the once another youtuber had but slightly modified them since he was not going to use fart-spray. Tim eyes widened as he found the first correlating news articles, wondering how they hadn't seen them sooner, but a glance at the date revealed that they were only posted a couple of hours ago.

Danny in the video was no explaining about his fist chooses victim and Tim dived onto his bed from his desk to get his phone back in his hands. Wide eyed, he watched as Danny obviously with a GoPro strapped to his head, crawled through what looked like an air vent. Once he reached an opening he looked through the slits into what appeared to be Riddlers hide out. Danny took the Camara of his head so that he could grin into it making the sign for silence as he barely contained his own chuckles. The other then waited for a moment, the camera work now getting wonky and the video even glitching out but a second later Danny was back in focuse before pointing down and then directing the Camara to his view. There in Riddlers hideout now sat Danny's self engineered glitterbomb.

"No he didn't..." Tim muttered as the video cut to a different scene. Danny was now walking through the sewers, humming cheerfully while explaining why he chose who he choose.

Another cut and... Tim spluttered. How the hell did Danny manage to just walk into Arkam?! So he hadn't seen wrong at the beginning of the video.

Growing paller with every cut on how Danny delivered his self-engineered Glitter bombs, Tim started to fear for his new favorite youtubers safety. Thankfully he had already done his work on Danny's person when he sent the internship offer. Now he just needed to get Danny to freaking safty.

He dragged himself to his laptop still in disbelieve as various clips of the rogues getting glitterbombed from the bombs perspective started playing. And yep, he definitely didn't see wrong now in the beginning. The Joker was one of Danny's chooses victums. Aside from the fact that he was so going to download and save that video for eternity as well as share it with his brothers and friends, (because as funny as it was that most of them were Gotham rogues, Luther and another millionaire by the name of Masters had also been made victims.), he still had to figure out how to ensure this definitely insane youtubers safer from the warmth of 90% of their rogues now.

Great newly discovered favorite youtuber has just painted a big fat red target on himself.

Tim was just about to call everyone in when a bonus at the end of Danny's video started to play.

He recognized that safe house.

He recognizes the weapons displayed on the walls also.

Oh... that's...

Still laughing Tim still sent out a message to everyone. When asked why all he did was sent them the link to the video with to timestamps.

The first one of the Joker getting glitterbombed

The second one being Red Hood getting glitterbombed.

[scoupsakakitty]

Hii new here and love your work already!

May I request Something about Junhui

Y/n being sick during her pregnancy (if you are comfortable) and Junhui brings her with them while they filmed “In the Soop” to keep an eye on her and unknowingly their relationship gets exposed once the episode air and she cries real bad and the group help him calm her down!

Unexpected Reveal | idol!Jun x Reader | angst, fluff

Filming In the Soop was supposed to be a peaceful getaway. A chance for the members to relax, reset, and spend quality time together away from the usual chaos of idol life.

But for Junhui, this trip had an entirely different purpose.

"You sure you’re okay with this, baobei?" (A/N: For everyone who don't know what baobei means, it means something like Darling) Jun asked softly, kneeling beside the couch where Y/N lay, bundled in a thick blanket. His hand brushed against her forehead, checking for any lingering fever. "We can still go back if it’s too much for you."

She shook her head, offering him a weak smile. "I’d rather be here with you than alone at home."

Y/N was in the early stages of her pregnancy, and it had been far from easy. Morning sickness hit her hard, exhaustion came in waves, and her body ached in ways she hadn’t expected. Jun had barely let her out of his sight, and when filming In the Soop came up, he insisted on bringing her along—secretly, of course.

The members had been incredibly supportive. Seungcheol and Jeonghan helped distract the cameras, Woozi pretended not to see Jun sneaking into Y/N’s room every night, and the younger ones took turns delivering food to her cabin so she wouldn’t have to move much.

It worked.

Or at least, they thought it did.

When the episode aired weeks later, the internet exploded.

Clips of Jun carefully adjusting a pillow in an empty room. A faint silhouette in the background of his personal vlog. The way he seemed distracted, always checking his phone.

And then, the biggest mistake of all—one of the GoPro cameras accidentally left on inside the cabin.

It wasn’t much, just a short clip of Junhui entering with a warm bowl of soup and a soft, “Baobei, you need to eat.” But it was enough.

The comments flooded in.

*Who’s in Jun’s room??? *Did he just say ‘baobei’?????? *Wait, is this why he kept disappearing during the show?! *Jun’s married?! JUN HAS A WHOLE WIFE????

The speculation spiraled out of control. Some fans celebrated, some felt betrayed, and some simply refused to believe it.

But the damage was done.

Y/N sat curled on their couch, knees pulled to her chest, as she scrolled through the endless posts. The anxiety swelled in her chest until it was unbearable, and before she could stop herself, she burst into tears.

"Y/N, hey—" Jun rushed to her side, alarmed. "Baobei, don’t cry. Please don’t cry."

“I ruined everything,” she sobbed, voice shaky. “Everyone’s talking about you. About us. What if—what if it affects your career? What if people hate you because of me?”

Jun’s heart clenched.

He gathered her into his arms, rubbing slow circles on her back as she cried into his chest. “Shh, that’s not true. You didn’t ruin anything, okay? If anything, this was my fault—I should’ve been more careful.”

The door suddenly burst open, and in came Seungcheol, followed closely by Jeonghan and Minghao.

“Is she okay?” Jeonghan asked, concern etched in his features.

“No,” Jun answered honestly, pressing a kiss to her temple.

Seungcheol crouched down in front of them, resting a gentle hand on Y/N’s knee. “Hey, don’t read the comments, okay? People will always have things to say, but they don’t know you. They don’t know how much Jun loves you, how much he’s willing to fight for you.”

Minghao sat beside her, his voice soft. “You’re not alone in this. We’re family. We’ll handle this together.”

Y/N sniffled, looking up at them. “But… what if they—”

“They won’t.” Jun cut her off firmly. “Even if they do, I don’t care. You and our baby matter more to me than any of this.”

She let out a small, choked laugh. “That was really cheesy.”

Jeonghan smirked. “He’s been watching too many dramas again.”

Laughter rippled through the room, lightening the heavy atmosphere.

Jun wiped her tears, cradling her face in his hands. “We’ll be okay, baobei. I promise.”

And looking at the warmth surrounding her, the love in Jun’s eyes, and the unwavering support of their family, Y/N finally let herself believe it.

[burntficus]

Ain't No Rest For The V1cked

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Happy FULL ARSENAL update ultrafans! ::)

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[fushiguruuzzzz]

V ⊹ ࣪ ˖ For the First Time 

Series mlist 

Tags — mentions of alcohol and marijuana, Megumi being ominous asl 

Words — 1.7k 

When the scent of bitter alcohol and the piercing purple light of the LED’s illuminating the bustling frat house hit you, it was clear you’d be in for a long night. No matter how much you denied the allegations from your friends, you were perfectly aware of your rather low tolerance to alcohol. It wasn’t like it was your fault, you just weren’t a drinker! Sure you’d sip on a beverage every once in a while, occasionally take a joint if it was offered to you on nights where your mind was all too busy for the atmosphere. A party just wasn’t your usual scene, so when you did show up… you indulged. In high school, your presence was a telltale sign to pull out their cameras and hope nothing was broken. It was funny in hindsight, but the excruciating headaches and the embarrassment for the days afterwards made it less enjoyable. 

Most people had already shown up. There were many of them, scattered all around the different rooms and the expanse of the outdoors. They really went all out, though you doubted it was actually the frat boys who did the decorating. Thank goodness for sorority girls and their liking for jocks. There were faux cobwebs strewn about every corner, table, every nook and cranny. There were ghosts and spiders galore, giving the usually blank, testosterone reeking building an air of festivity. 

You glanced to Toge, Yuta, and Maki grouped around you as you made your way to the kitchen. Red solo cups decorated the tables in stacks, inviting you to take a drink. Who were you to resist? 

“We should put a GoPro on [name], document all of the stupid shit she’ll do tonight,” Panda interrupted your thoughts, followed by an overly noisy slurp of his drink. Your eyes narrowing in a glare, sneering at him. You would’ve flipped him off, had your hands not been occupied by the bottle of vodka in your hand. You weren’t that hardcore, though, it was being poured in small doses into your cup filled with fruit punch. 

“Please, if it happens it’s your fault,” Maki rolled her eyes, pushing past Panda to lean against the wall parallel to the drink table. “You just couldn’t resist the cold takeout in the fridge, huh? Now we’ve all got to deal with Kat Stratford Junior.” 

Toge sniggered, his slender hand coming up to cover his mouth. “Maybe he did it on purpose. I didn’t get good enough pictures last time,” he grinned. You made a face at him, rolling your eyes. “Fuck you. All of you,” you said, no actual heat behind your words. Yuta looked at you like a dumbfounded, kicked puppy, to which you grinned and mouthed “not you”. Turning away from them, you grumbled under your breath for a moment, retrieving your phone from your pocket. 

“Where’s Yuji?” you muttered. You were sort of looking forward to meeting his friends, especially the girl. 

“I’m going to say hi to Yuji, you guys wanna come?” you offered, returning your cell to its rightful place in your jacket. The four just gave subtle actions of decline, the shake of a head or the slight wave of a hand. 

“We’ll stick to ourselves for now,” Maki said, eyeing you over the rim of her slender glasses. “We can find you later, though!” Yuta added, that bright smile finding its way on to his face. 

You nodded, severing off from the group. You weaved through heaps of sweaty bodies and costumes that showed far too much skin, almost getting knocked over by what looked like Arthur Morgan in a speedo. Suppressing the grimace on your face, you pushed past the doors and scanned the grassy terrain for a familiar head of pink hair. 

Spotted. Pink tufts of hair peeking out of a royal blue cap, just across the yard. Luckily most people stuck to the inside of the frat, a closer proximity to the alcohol they were all desperate to get their hands on. It was much more peaceful out here, the gentle chill of the night air stark in contrast to the mugginess of inside, all of the body heat and sweat that you were far too sober to ignore. 

You approached the boy, gentle steps leading you right up to him and one other girl. You assumed it was Kugisaki, the girl he’d mentioned was one of his best friends. At least you hoped so, hoped that it was her and not someone Yuji was trying to make a move on. 

He turned around, the blurry figure of blue and yellow showing up in his peripheral. He smiled wide upon noticing you, giving a friendly wave and a “Hey!” 

“Hi,” you said, giving a polite grin and a little wave, eyeing the orange haired girl by his side. He gently nudged you closer, motioning to her. “This is Nobara, I told you about her,” he said. 

She eyed you for a moment, seeming to assess you. She took in your appearance, your energy, your facial expression. She sure stared a lot. Suddenly you wished you’d been dressed as something a little more impressive than Pete the Cat. 

“Hi, I’m [name],” you said, letting out a slightly nervous huff of laughter. You considered yourself to be relatively chill around people, not usually the awkward type unless they were, but there was something about her… 

Her assessment seemed to end, a less intense look in her eyes as a smile tugged at her lips. “I know. Yuji mentioned you. I… I love your costume,” she said, grinning. Though, it didn’t seem like she was laughing at you, just amused. You couldn’t help but laugh along, even if for just a moment. The air seemed to calm in that moment, though it was short lived for you, much to your obliviousness.

“Did your other friend not show?” you asked, turning to Yuji. Nobara glanced at him, as if she knew something you didn’t. She looked almost… anticipated? He shook his head, glancing around. “No, he’s here… where’d he go?” he thought aloud, glancing around with a perplexed look on his face. 

He seemed to spot him, his face lighting up. He jumped up and down comically, waving. “There he is. Fushiguro!” 

Your heart fucking sank. Fushiguro? Like… Megumi Fushiguro? You should’ve known. Introvert, history major, grumpy, the convenient way his name was left out of conversations… all of the signs were there, you just hadn’t taken them. 

You went stiff as a board, not daring to look behind you as the sound of approaching footsteps rang through your ears. Everything else seemed to drown out. The music, the endless chatter of drunk college kids, everything except for the steady thump of feet against the ground. His shadow approached before he did, the spikes of his hair sticking up in all directions, swaying softly with the breeze that blew by. 

“Hey. Who’s-“ he began, but his words caught in his throat. In your peripheral, you saw him turn his head in your direction. 

His eyes widened, lips parting. He was fucking blank in the mind, he felt as if the colour had drained from his face. You. It was you, standing in front of him. The person he’d been longing for since he was fifteen, the tear that hung inside his soul forever. Yet now, he had no idea what to say. It was rare that Megumi lost his composure, but he felt as though he didn’t even know what that word meant in that moment. 

You swallowed thickly. So he knew who you were, obviously. He did remember you. He was just a little shocked to see a friend from middle school again, right? In the back of your mind, you were half expecting him to get you back for that punch. You—excruciatingly slowly—turned to your side, to the empty space that had been filled by him. “Hi,” you managed to croak out. You finally got a good look at him for what felt like the very first time. He’d matured, obviously, his face more slender and defined. He wore that same spiky hairstyle, had that same look in his eye but… softer. His ears were pierced up, too, as well as his eyebrow. It suited him, it suited him too well. He was a spitting image of his past self, just more mature, more handsome, and less fiery. You were almost getting distracted now, you were sure you were staring. Luckily, Yuji (sort of?) was there to save the day. 

He slung an arm around your shoulders, smiling. “This is my friend [name]! I told you about her,” he said, but there was something that lied beneath. A boyish cockiness of sorts. Oh. He knew. He fucking knew. 

You hummed, nodding. “Yep. I’ll uh, I’ll be right back, ‘kay? Gonna get a drink.” You waved your empty cup gently in front of Yuji’s face, slithering out of his grasp and back into the frat house. A pair of eyes followed you the whole way in, their heat lingering with you even after disappearing through the door. An all too familiar, yet all too foreign gaze. 

The moment you were out of sight, Megumi seemed to snap out of his little daze. He turned back to Yuji and Nobara, and when met with the guilty looks on their faces, Yuji was hit so hard that cartoon birds started circling around his head. He was seeing stars. “What the fuck?!” Megumi gritted, though Yuji couldn’t actually answer, it seemed that Megumi had knocked him stupid. Or rather, stupider. 

The drinks went down much easier after that. Soon enough, you were doing beer pong with Yuji while a tense Megumi lingered in the background, along with Nobara who chose to sip on her overly fruity drink and observe. She got drunk on her own terms. The two of you were stumbling around, missing the damn cups every single time, your vision doubling from how much alcohol you’d ingested. It was the only thing that made Megumi’s presence less scary, less… unnerving. Damn, you really were just like your mother. Everything else was a blur, just Yuji and the bright purple lights and the ravenette boy in the corner that you just couldn’t ignore. Maybe a couple more shots and you wouldn’t be afraid. But… what were you afraid of? Him, or what he brought out in you? 

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[intomusings]

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fitbit

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diary/journal

touchland hand   sanitizer

first   aid   kit

lucky   pick/coin   (really   'lucky'   anything)

stick/ball/racket (sports equipment)

polaroid camera

cozy cardigan

purse/handbag

owala

american express credit card

emotional support jellycat

gopro

magic 8 ball

deck of playing cards

locket from a family member

red bottoms

ballet slippers

rusty skateboard

metrocard

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[the-offside-rule]

Jude Bellingham (Real Madrid) - Baking Challenge

Day 5 of Christmas

Prompt: Baking Challenge

25 Days of Christmas

The camera blinked on, and the familiar hum of festive music filled the air. You grinned as you stood beside Jude Bellingham, Real Madrid’s rising star, while Y/n's teammate, Carla Camacho, and her partner in crime for the day, Kylian Mbappe, prepared on the other side of the kitchen.."Hola Madradistas!" Y/n greeted the camera, waving enthusiastically. "Today, we’re bringing you a special Christmas challenge. Jude and I-" She nudged him with her elbow, causing him to chuckle. "are winning." Jude flashed a smile to the camera. "Oh yes. I don't bake but Y/n’s the pro, so I’m in good hands."

"Good hands?" Carla quipped from across the kitchen, raising an eyebrow. "I think you’re just here for the entertainment, Jude." Kylian joined in with a playful smirk. "And to hold the GoPro, right?" He winked at Y/n, knowing Jude's role was likely going to be more decorative than practical. She rolled her eyes playfully. "Exactly. Jude is the GoPro holder and maybe, maybe he’ll help me mix a few ingredients if I trust him enough." Jude looked at the camera in disbelief. "Wow, thanks for the confidence, Y/n." Jude teased. "I’ll do my best!" Jude leaned closer to Y/N, wrapping an arm over her shoulder with an exaggerated smirk. “Anyways, on this side, we have the winning team: Y/n and, of course, yours truly, Jude Bellingham.”

She rolled her eyes dramatically but couldn’t help the giggle that escaped. "And on the other side, we have the ‘try-hard’ team. Kylian Mbappe and my amazing teammate Carla Camacho." Carla waved enthusiastically at the camera. "We’re not just trying, we’re winning." Kylian, ever the competitor, crossed his arms and smirked at Jude. "Just so you know, Bellingham, we’ve got this." Jude laughed, nudging Y/n. "Let’s just say baking’s a bit… out of my skill set." Y/n turned to him, eyebrows raised. "That’s putting it mildly, Jude. Just… try not to ruin everything, okay?"

With the introductions done, the card with their assigned task was handed to both teams. Y/n’s eyes scanned the instructions as she tried not to laugh at Jude’s confused expression.

The crew counted down until the time started. 3....2....1....start! Jude knocked a jar of untensils almost immediately, casuing the pair burst into laughter as she pointed to the camera in front of them. "Haven't even started and youve messed it up!" She grabbed the card detailing the challenge and ingredients. "So, we’re making a Christmas cake." She announced to the camera, holding up the recipe card. "Sounds simple enough. Jude leaned in, squinting at the ingredients. "Uh, you sure about that?" Y/n ignored him and quickly divided the tasks, aware of his limited experience in the kitchen. "Alright, Jude, I’ve got an important job for you." His eyes lit up. "Yeah?"

She grinned, grabbing the GoPro from the table. "You’re going to be our cameraman. Just film the process, and we’ll be fine." Jude pouted, but his playful energy was undeniable. "Seriously? That’s all I get to do?" She nodded. "Out of order, that is." Jude chuckled and took the stand of the goprop, adjusting it like it was some highly technical piece of equipment. "Alright, babes. What are we doing?" He said with a wink, focusing it on you. Carla laughed as she and Kylian began grabbing their ingredients. "You’re giving him the easy job, Y/n! Thats cheating, no?" The crew agreed. "Trust me, it's for the best." Y/n replied, already sifting flour into a bowl. "If you guys wanna be home at a respectable hour, you'll let us do our thing and let them do their's." Jude faked a look of offense but quickly turned his grin back toward the GoPro, focusing on her with it. "Right, filming duties it is. I’ll make sure to get your good side, Y/n." He added cheekily. "Every side is my good side." She retorted. Jude was taken back by that answer and looked over to the main camera. She couldn’t help but laugh, shaking her head as she concentrated on her task. "Just don't mess this up, Jude. The cake is what matters."

Although Y/n and Jude's side seemed chaotic, things were moving slower. Jude, holding the GoPro a little too close to his face, was narrating their every move in an over-the-top commentator voice. "Here we see Y/n expertly cracking eggs. Will she succeed, or will it all go horribly wrong? Stay tuned!" Y/n tried not to laugh, her focus on measuring the butter. "Jude, please! This is serious!" Jude leaned in with the GoPro. "Very serious, indeed."

As she measured out the ingredients, Jude leaned closer, whispering. "I feel like we’ve already won this. No one’s gonna even notice what the cake looks like when we’re the one's making it, right?" Y/n bit back a smile, glancing at him. "Yeah, but I’m not sure we get extra points for flirting." She grinned. "Maybe we should." Jude shot back with a wink, making her laugh harder. "Alright, focus!" Y/n said, waving a spoon in front of him while trying not to blush. "We’ve got a cake to make."

Carla, already working diligently with Kylian, glanced over and raised an eyebrow. "Is anyone baking on your team or just flirting?" Kylian chuckled. "You know, Carla and I might actually win this thing at this rate." Jude pointed the GoPro at them, narrowing his eyes. "We’re strategizing over here, thank you very much. Y/n’s just multitasking better than you lot."

"Right." She said, holding back a laugh as you stirred the mixture. Jude kept panning the camera over her shoulder, making silly commentary every few minutes. Y/n had to pause multiple times, either because she was laughing too hard or because Jude distracted her with another one-liner. At one point, he leaned in closer. "You’re really good at this, you know? Maybe I should let you take charge more often." She playfully nudged him away. "I always take charge. You’re just here for moral support." He grinned. "I’m killing it at that part, though, right?"

"Sure." She giggled. After a few more moments of him joking around, Jude finally set the GoPro aside and asked. "Come on, let me do something."

Y/n looked at him cautiously, hesitating. "Can you?" He handed her the GoPro, not even giving her an answer. "Can I mix? I'm not a complete idiot." He scoffed. "Okay, you can mix the batter. But don’t break anything, alright?" As Y/n filmed, Jude gave his own commentary. "So, the technique Im doing bere is clockwise and then anti-clockwise because...science, I think." Y/n sniggerwd behind the camera upon hearing his reasoning. "And I'm moving the bowl too because by doing this, it'll get more flavour. Camera-girl, am I right, or am I right?" He asked. Y/n turned the GoPro to focus on herself. "He's just in his own little world. I'm taking a well deserved break and-" She was cut off by the glass bowl falling onto the ground and shattering, the whole batter now on the floor. She turned the GoPro to Jude, matching her equally shocked face. "Jude!" Y/n gasped, wide-eyed. Jude’s grin slowly returned to his face, both embarrassed and stifling laughter. "Okay, okay, I can explain!" Y/n shook her head, trying not to laugh but failing miserably. "You had one job, Jude. One!"

From across the table, Kylian and Carla paused, watching the scene unfold. Kylian smirked. "Mate, what is that?" Jude raised his hands in mock defense. "It’s not my fault! The bowl just slipped!" Y/n, still chuckling, grabbed a new bowl and shooed him away. "Alright, new plan. You’re officially banned from anything breakable. Just… film again." Jude picked up the GoPro with a guilty grin. "You know I’m more of an production guy than a baking guy, right?"

"Trust me, I’ve noticed."

Despite the chaos, Y/n managed to mix the cake batter smoothly. She poured it into the tin, with Jude’s constant commentary keeping her laughing. "And now, the queen of baking herself, Y/n, swoops in to save the day, as always." After what felt like a small miracle, the cake was in the oven. Y/n turned to Jude, giving him a light shove. "You’re lucky I’m good at this." Y/n said exasperated into the camera. "I’m just here to make you look even better." He teased, leaning in closer, his playful smirk never leaving his face.

decorating the cake as the finishing touches came together. After some strategic placement of holiday-themed decorations and a light dusting of powdered sugar, you stood back and admired your creation. It was no masterpiece, but it was festive and definitely presentable. "Done!" She announced proudly, and Jude zoomed in with the GoPro. "Look at that! That’s teamwork right there." He said, though most of the work had been her own. Carla and Kylian also finished around the same time, presenting their cake, which was surprisingly neat. The four players gathered in front of the camera again for the big reveal.

As the teams presented their final products to the camera, Jude leaned in close to Y/n. "See, I didn’t ruin everything. Y/n smiled, shaking her head. "You came pretty close." Carla glanced over and laughed. "Alright, moment of truth." Jude said, still holding the GoPro close to your cake. "Who did it better?" They tried one another's cakes, both acty ending up very well. "Well, I think you two win for most… entertaining, at least." Carla smiled. Kylian nodded along. "But if we're talking about overall, I think we all know the answer here."

"No, no, no." Y/n interjected. "Our cake is festive and cute, and most importantly, edible." Jude nodded enthusiastically, pointing at the camera. "Yep, edible is key. And look at that snowflake design. Pure artistry from us." She turned and arched a brow at him, making the other two laugh. "Anyway, we win for sure."

"No, you don’t." Carla laughed. "Carla! Te golpeaste la cabeza o qué? Así es como se supone que debe saber un pastel! Try it again!" The trio laughed as Y/n grantically fed her teammate another piece. "Not bad, right? Even with Jude just filming!" Jude laughed, finally dropping the GoPro and grabbing a fork. "Hey, I helped with morale! And filming is harder than it looks!"

As the camera cut off, Jude leaned in close, his voice low. "Next time, I promise I’ll actually help bake." He said. "Good." She replied with a smirk. "Because I’m not carrying you through every challenge, Bellingham." He chuckled, that familiar playful glint in his eyes. "You know you love it."

[specialagentartemis]

Citizen Science and Contributing To Scientific Endeavor When You're Not "A Scientist"

Comments on some of my posts about science and misinformation express frustration with scientific establishments, and want to see more accessibility and attention given to amateurs participating in the scientific process and having their scientific voices heard.

If being involved in the creation of knowledge and discovery is something important to you, that's something I strongly encourage! It's absolutely possible. Amateur researchers with a passion and an eye for detail have made some fantastic discoveries - but what is often glossed over in stories like these are the years of work, the patient dedication, and the collaboration with university researchers that often underlie such discoveries.

The search for truth and information and the passion for science is present in a lot of people who aren't official "scientists" - curiosity is natural! And if participation in scientific observation, hypothesizing, experimentation, and discovering new things about the world is important to you, there are lots of ways to go about contributing - and the new year is a great time to start.

What are you interested in?

Ecology

Observing the world around you is for everybody. Getting invested in the environment of your hometown is for everybody. And, as the Mythbusters famously said,

Some ideas for a local ecology project:

Record the temperature outside every day at the same time - at sunrise, or noon, or sunset, or midnight. Depending on where you are, the local weather recording station may be miles away or on top of a mountain - measure the temperature yourself and compare it each day to what your app says. When is it accurate? When isn't it?

Record the weather every day. How much precipitation? What time of day? What kind?

Record what animals you see every day, where, when, and how many. Or choose a specific animal, like birds, or bees on flowers, or turtles or frogs in a local pond, or whiptail lizards vs. invasive house geckos, and record the numbers you see each day.

Record when in the year you see the first, or last, of a plant or animal. When the crocuses sprout, when the buds appear on the maple trees, when you see the first clover flowers or prickly pear flowers, when the first robin comes out or the first lizards come out of hibernation.

If you have an outdoor cat or a free-roaming dog, attach a GoPro or similar small camera to its collar to see where it goes and what it does.

Identify the plants growing in your neighborhood, and check in on it regularly to keep track of how each one fares in different weather conditions, or if any animals particularly like or don't like to eat it.

Bulk order some test strips, then take a small sample of soil from a local park or water from a local waterway each weekend and test them for PH, lead, chemicals, or whatever. See if it changes over the year, or after a heavy rainfall, or during drought.

Take a photo of the same spot every day for a year.

Linguistics

The study of how people use language! Everybody uses language in some capacity.

Do you have any small children near you? Talk to them! Record how they pronounce things and what they call new (or even familiar) concepts. Look for patterns.

Ask people you know if "dog" and "blog" rhyme, or if "Alohop" is a good pun for a pineapple beer. My family gets ENDLESS amounts of mileage out of this one with each other. Ask people you know questions about how they pronounce things, or what they call things. Make maps of dialectical differences between generations, neighborhoods, etc. Track linguistic shifts in the modern world.

History

Everyone and everywhere has a history, and accurate history is pressingly relevant always.

See if you have a local historical society, library archive, or history museum that is looking for volunteers to transcribe or translate collections.

Get elbow-deep in local archives. You likely have some sort of local archive near you that has not been fully digitized. Go in with a topic you want to learn about - Black families, Jewish communities, how your hometown transferred from Indigenous hands to settler ones, women who owned their own businesses, immigration, inter-racial relationships, sports, ice harvesting, farming practices, contemporary opinions on a major world history event that now seems so inevitable, sports and people's reactions to sports - and read everything in newspapers, wills, deeds, photographs, or other available records about your topic of choice. See if you can find connections that you haven't seen anyone else talking about.

These are just some things that occur to me immediately as something that anyone can do, if you're sufficiently interested in a question and want to discover more about it. The more local your topic, the less likely anyone has a solid answer to whatever you're wondering - and the more immediately relevant to the people around you your discoveries may be!

Combining it with a New Year's Resolution can also get you more motivated to do the things you want to do. Is your resolution to get more exercise? Take a brisk walk each morning and take a picture of the same area every day for a year. Take a walk every weekend down to the lake and count the turtles and frogs you see. Is your resolution to keep a daily diary For Real This Time? If nothing else, resolve to write down the weather and precipitation each day! Do you want to volunteer more or meet new people? Look for citizen science or local history groups! Feeling like you're working toward something Real is a great motivator.

Henry David Thoreau's detailed descriptions of the nature each day around Walden Pond in the 1840s provides a valuable benchmark for modern ecologists to compare environmental and climatic changes since then on a granular level. Silly rhyming poems and idiosyncratic spellings in letters and diaries help linguists track dialectical and pronunciation changes across time. Amateur science is great and valuable! We all can have a part in understanding and paying deeper attention to the world around us, if we want to.

[b0tster]

im loving nightmare cart sm!!! i encountered a weird bug though that happened when i used a visceral on father geoffrey that, after the cutscene, kept my camera pov stuck at the right side of the cart like a gopro

this bug will be fixed in the next update, which should launch in a few hours if testing goes well!

[dilfartist]

Halloween 🎃 ask,

Yan ghost Nanami 👻 rip, in a mansion with a urban explorer darling?

Three Step Ritual

Word count; 1581

TW; Yandere theme, possessiveness (kinda?), not very Yandere, Nanami’s death mentioned.

Notes;{I wasn’t the best with the fic but I hope it’s to your liking!}

“Mic? Check. Cameras? Check. Walkie talkies? Check.”

You sit beside Joseph, the crew's cameraman, as he checks the equipment they’ve brought for the journey. Three of you sat in the back of the old van, awaiting the stop at the location you were supposed to visit. Toshi, who sits directly across from you, finally speaks up, taking the lit cigarette from his chapped lips.

“So, what’s the story?” His voice comes out gruff.

Joseph looks up from his camera, “First of all, throw that cigarette out. Second of all, we’re going to a mansion in Shibuya. Apparently, this area has a ghost that answers clearly, or that’s what the YouTube videos fake. You have to do some damn Bloody Mary ritual.”

Toshi rolls his head back lazily to scratch the underside of his chin. “You look into a mirror and say his name?” Toshi inquires.

“No. From the website I read, the instructions say we need candles, an offering, and a spirit box. Depending on what the ghost thinks about the person, he’ll communicate through the spirit box or appear in front of them.”

You already knew of the ritual. Last night, you stayed up late and resurched an article, bought all of the items suggested, and even researched the person a little. The man’s name was Nanami. Nanami died at the young age of twenty-seven as an ordinary businessman. The bag swayed in your hand as the van drove, containing all the items you knew he’d like.

Joseph turned to you. “Alright. So, you see this camera?” he pointed at a GoPro, “you’ll put this on and then record once you go into the building.” Joseph helped get you situated, placing and adjusting the Gopro on your head.

“Got it?”Joseph asks.

A heavy sigh leaves your lips, “yup.”

If it weren’t for the money you’d receive after the assignment, you’d be in bed, probably catching up on new seasons of shows. However, rent was coming up, and it seemed everything needed money these days.

It wasn’t uncommon for people to venture for ghosts in hopes of scoring YouTube views, so when you saw an ad for an open role as an additional member of a ghost-hunting team that would put a little money in your pockets, you accepted the offer. Crazy as it was. You only accepted the job since the ghost had a tame reputation.

The van came to a stop after a good twenty-minute drive. Looking out the van window, the mansion wasn’t stereotypical; the layout was clean, evidently having recent touch-ups: No rotten trees, smashed windows, or decaying walls. Everyone emptied the van, stepped into the mansion yard, and then migrated inside.

You went into the dining room. The room which the spirit was said to frequent. Strangely enough, the room didn’t look half bad, even though it had supposedly been abandoned for a couple of years. The table was already set but it didn’t appear untouched. No dust or aging showed on any of the items, not even the tablecloth.

Everyone gathered inside the room and began to set up. Four cameras encircled you, their red dots illuminating the dark room.

“If you need anything call out to us,” Joseph informed you, wiggling a walkie-talkie to illustrate what you’d need to use to communicate. “Okay...” you nod.

One by one, the team members departed until you were left by your lonesome. The room was dark- even with the red glow from the cameras, too dark for your comfort. You gripped the skinny candle, your palms growing clammy by the second. You swallowed, shakily placing the candle on the table. Setting the spirit box by your side, you turn on your GoPro and then begin the ritual.

Step one: light the candle.

Using a spare match from your pants pocket, you lit the candle, positioning it close to you but not enough to be beside you.

Step two: give offers.

You take the loaf of bread out and the freshly brewed coffee you made before coming here. Placing the items beside the candle, you close your eyes.

Step three: call out to spirit.

Your lips quiver, but eventually, you call out to the spirit. “...Nanami,” you start, trying to breathe through the anxiety, “Are you here?”

Step four: keep your eyes closed until you hear something.

You shut your eyes tightly, so tight it slightly stung. And yet no one answered your call. The spirit box was on, wasn’t it? You checked it before you attempted the ritual. You don't know what’s more frightening; the silence or someone speaking. The thought of opening your eyes tempted you, but the guide advised you to keep your eyes closed for at least five minutes.

“Thank you for bringing black coffee.”

Instantly, you opened your eyes. The scenery wasn’t the same as a minute ago. Before your eyes fluttered shut, the dining room was cloaked in the dark blue moonlight, nothing but the candle and cameras brightening the room. Now the room was shrouded in the warmth of the chandler above the dining table.

Cider wood. It suddenly smelled like cider wood.

“..N..Nanami?” you call out again.

“I am him.”

Your head nearly spun towards the entrance. A man- no, Nanami leaned against the entryway of the dining room. Dressed in a formal tan business suit, a pair of sunglasses with no arms, and a neat hairstyle, he sipped the coffee you had brought. Nanami acted as if this was a normal occurrence for him. “Holy shit..” you mumble out.

Nanami approaches the table, picking up the loaf of bread. “This is fresh as well?” one glance in your direction made you speak up, “..yes. I got it before I came here..”

Nanami hums, “Thank you. Most people offer stale bread. Not very polite since they’re taking up my time, but I’ll entertain them with a conversation on those voice boxes. You, on the other hand, showed care in your work.”

Using his bare hands, Nanami divides the bread in two and places the other chunk of bread on a plate. “So what is it you’ve come to ask me? Or have you no questions at all?”

As a matter of fact, you didn’t have any questions. Anyone in your shoes would have the same issue. No one would have expected Nanami to appear in front of them or for him to speak back to them. The whole story sounded like a creepypasta that a tween created.

“I’m not sure...” You didn’t want to admit that you didn’t believe he was real. Then something came to mind. “Would you mind me asking the reason you are here if you died at the Shibuya subway station?”

Suprise overcomes his features, though it only displays for a moment. “When a person dies and hasn’t moved on, they have a choice to haunt the place they died at or a place that holds some significance to them.”

“How does this place hold significance to you? Did you live here?”

Nanami shakes his head, “No, but I did wish to. I could have had the money In no time, but I did have other things in mind before purchasing it.”

“What was it?” you question.

“A family.” Nanami expressed his lament through the way his voice lowered a pitch, eyes staring down at the wooden table. “I never had the time to get married. Work overtook my time; it wouldn’t have been fair to them.”

Nanami knew how to pull at your heartstrings, that’s for sure. “I died during work as well,” Nanami reminisced. “Although I didn’t succeed in having a family, I’m happy my life had a positive Impact.”

Nanami and you entertained a conversation, both discovering more about each other.

From what you gathered, you could infer Nanami was a good person. He was well-spoken: A man who was respectful, kind, and easy to talk to. It almost felt like a dream.

“(Name),” A voice called out through static. You turn away from Nanami. You answer, “Yes?” The static erupts from the small walkie-talkie, “Come back.” Offering an apologetic smile to Nanami, you replied, “Okay, coming out.”

You stand, “I have to go now,” you somberly tell him. “You can keep the bread and coffee, of course.” Blowing out the candle, you went to leave. The door swings shut, causing you to step back in fright. Shit.

Even if you considered Nanami a good person, you shouldn’t have turned your back on a ghost.

“I see.”

You couldn’t move. You felt grounded in place, quasi to the roots stabling a tree. Nanami had been innocuous so far; still, you would be careful by doing as he asked

“Forgive me; that must have been too forceful.” Nanami took note of the change in your demeanor. “I only meant to ask if you’d visit again.”

Little by little, you felt your muscles release the built-up tension. “Visit?” you repeat, skeptical if you should reward Nanami with your trust.

“I enjoyed our conversation and would like to have another sometime. Only if you’d like, of course.”

Although Nanami was a spirit, able to end your life had he pleased, you enjoyed the conversation as well. You turned around to face him. “I could come by on Thursday.”

Nanami hummed, “I look forward to it.”

Not long after, you headed back to the van. Toshi opened the van door to allow you in. Toshi gazes at you with amusement oozing from his smug smile. “Real good act, kid,” you take your seat, “What are you talking about?” you ask.

Joseph huffs in response, looking down at his camera, which you presumed meant he was viewing the footage back. “I really thought we’d get good footage...” he murmured angrily to himself.

Toshi took a seat beside you. “We may not have gotten genuine footage, but you were slightly convincing. As long as some kids click on the video, we’ll make a buck or two off it.”

“I was talking to him that whole time- didn’t it come through the spirit box,” you contend.

“No one was talking to you on the spirit box. You just started murmuring things with your eyes closed.”

[spindle-and-nima]

I would love to place a bunch of GoPros around The Spindima Living Space and just see what kind of shapes and behaviors happen like a nature documentary.

I like to imagine Spindle would get all up in the lens like one of those creepy ring doorbell camera videos

He really would do that...

He already does somewhat

[unhonestlymirror]

I am horrified by how often I see people writing, "Well, we shouldn't take Holocaust into account when talking about Israel-Palestine war." Of course we SHOULD, and that's why:

"October 7 is getting rewritten and certain social media users are an active of the campaign to erase the atrocities.

I was barely awake on October 7th when news of the atrocities that were committed by Hamas began to trinkle in, horror by horror. With sleep still in my eyes, I had hoped it was a nightmare I could erase by burying my face in pillows and returning to slumber, but alas, reality was insistent. Hamas had butchered over 1,200 people, amongst them infants, pregnant women, the handicapped, and the elderly. Even dogs were not spared.

But Hamas didn’t just murder them in cold blood, they had tortured, raped, desecrated their bodies, and took hostages. Their depravity was limitless. And they were so proud of their crimes that they used GoPro cameras to record them, later releasing the sickening spectacles to the public as a form of psychological terror. Add to that the live streams, cell phone recordings, and CCTV camera footage, and you’ll probably have the most documented massacre in history—with a reported 60,000 video clips collected.

I’ve seen some of these videos, including those not circulating quite so widely in public. They will haunt me for the rest of my life—and that falls far short than the 47 minute “film” shown to select journalists and diplomats worldwide, a number of whom broke down and/or fell ill during the screening.

But as shocking as all of this deranged butchery was — which was entirely the intention — what stunned me in the aftermath is the world’s reaction.

Putting aside disputes of land and politics, it was jarring to hear such a blatant reframing of narrative. It started with calling Hamas the “resistance” and justifying the unjustifiable. A number of BLM chapters had put out “heroic” images of Hamas terrorists descending on parachutes. I half-expected them to release action figures of Hamas fighters too. Maybe they did?

And then came the "BUTs." Sure, some folks condemned Hamas, but it was always followed by a "BUT," justifying the unjustifiable. I've been asked, ad nauseam, "What would you do in their situation?" Well, my response remains steadfast: not commit random acts of murder, torture, and kidnapping. Call me old-fashioned. (For the record I’ve called many colorful words for my stance, but oddly that was never one of them).

It was a wake-up call for many, especially those of us in the global Jewish community. Overnight, the illusion of safety shattered, much like the dreams of anyone who's binge-watched a horror series alone at night. But now we were all collectively trapped in that nightmare, and couldn’t wake up no matter how hard with pitched.

The history of the Holocaust is taught in many schools around the world. “Never forget” and “never again” are sentiments that are echoed within that curriculum. Yet, while some might scoff at the persistent advocacy for Holocaust education, insisting that it’s hitting them over the head, a nationwide survey in 2020 reveals that the under-40 crowd seems to have missed the memo. Shockingly, one in ten respondents haven’t even heard of the word “Holocaust,” let alone being aware that as many as 6 million Jews perished in it.

Further, nearly a quarter of those questioned said they believed the Holocaust was a myth, had been exaggerated or that they weren’t sure. Meanwhile in Canada, one in five young people (under 34) either hasn't heard of the Holocaust or isn't sure what it is. And in Britain, one in twenty adults flat-out deny that it ever took place. Ah, the privilege of blissful ignorance.

Most who underestimate the number of Jews killed in Holocaust have neutral or warm feelings toward Jews.

But it's not just ignorance; there's an entire industry that has been propped up and dedicated to Holocaust denial, complete with books, “movies,” and groups. To make matters worse, alarmingly, fewer Holocaust survivors are around to share their firsthand accounts and counteract the flames of denialism.

Nearly half of the 1000 people surveyed had stated that they’ve seen Holocaust denial or distortion posts on social media or elsewhere online.

I’ve always thought that denials of genocide—such as the Holocaust —were something that happened over time, with history slipping away and being re-written.

However, I never expected to be observing this in real time.

While initially the so-called “resistance” was celebrated by a subset of society, this soon turned into full-fledged denials of Hamas’ actions on Oct 7. Despite overwhelming evidence in the form of videos captured and shared by Hamas themselves and shared on Telegram channels and elsewhere, I would read and hear people claiming that they had only targeted Israeli military. Absurd claims emerged using supposedly ‘leaked’ footage where an Israeli helicopter shoots at Nova music festival goers. That video was viewed over 30 million times on X alone. The video, which was actually originally shared by the IDF on Oct 9, was showing their attacks on specific Gazan targets—certainly NOT indiscriminate bombings of music festival attendees in Israel. (Here’s a great thread that details how this piece of disinformation spread and geolocation information that further confirms that the claim is fake).

I’ve heard countless denials of the rapes of women (and men), despite overwhelming evidence in the form of physical evidence, forensics, and a number of witness testimonies. Women’s rights groups, meanwhile, remained silent—thus offering a vacuum for denialists to fill. Proponents of “me too” also stayed silent. Worse, the University of Alberta Sexual Assault Centre’s director signed an open letter calling Hamas perpetrating “sexual violence” an “unverified accusation.” It took UN Women nearly two months to issue a lukewarm condemnation of the brutal attacks. “We are alarmed by the numerous accounts of gender-based atrocities and sexual violence during those attacks,” they wrote, following a letter writing campaign urging them to speak up. Better late than never though, right?

The roughly 40 dead babies claim was debunked as a lie. At least that’s what people on social media now declare as fact, citing a Haaretz investigation.

“Haaretz investigation EXPOSES all the ISRAELI LIES from October 7th just like I predicated (sic),” reads the post of one particularly large disinformation account.

These claims persisted despite Haaretz directly addressing that post and calling it “blatant lies” and insisting that it “absolutely no basis in Haaretz’s reporting.”

The denials continued regardless of the fact that a group of 200 forensic pathologists from all over the world had confirmed that babies were indeed murdered and that some babies were found decapitated, though it was unclear whether this was done before or after death. First responders also corroborated that they witnessed beheaded infants. Regardless of decapitation, these were babies, murdered.

The forensic pathologists also confirmed that humans were executed, bound and burned alive. Israeli police have over 1,000 statements related to the attack.

When some of the hostages were released, Hamas supporters claimed that the hostages enjoyed being held by them, that they hardly wanted to leave. That this was like a pleasant vacation for them, that’s all. Like sipping piña coladas by the beach. In fact, they would state that they were more concerned about their safety in Israeli hands. They even concocted stories of love affairs between a hostage who was shot in the leg and a Hamas captor. A sick and twisted take on reality where up is down, cats are dogs, and denial is truth. They dismissed the reality that many of these hostages watched their loved ones get murdered in front of them, and still had relatives being held in captivity. The hostages were also administered Clonazepam by Hamas, a mood-enhancing tranquilizing drug, before handing them over to the Red Cross, so that they would appear “happy.”

Meanwhile, the Yale Daily News published a correction of an opinion column stating that the “allegations had not been substantiated.”

The denials go on and on, and I can’t help but feel like I’m watching a version of Holocaust denial, except this time it’s happening in real time—not years after the fact. And this time, it has a Wi-Fi connection and a social media account.

The conditions for this were ripe. Moral relativism is why just several weeks ago, Gen Z embraced Bin Laden's 'Letter to America.' It has been building up for years across college campuses, a breeding ground for ideologies that support violent means to achieve political gains.

The perceived power dynamics play a role here too. In the eyes of many, the Israelis are seen as a superpower whereas the Palestinians, and by extension Hamas, are seen as underdogs. In their view, the underdog is always right because it is the victim, and the “power” is the oppressor. So how can the oppressor be a victim?

Israelis, despite the majority of the population being Mizrahi Jews, as well as 20% Arabs (who were also victims on Oct 7), have been framed as “white colonizers,” vs the Palestinians who are seen as “POC” in the context of this conflict. Never mind that Jews, including Ashkenazi Jews, can be traced back to the land through DNA, archaeological evidence, and historical documents.

An overall distrust for media is another factor, which has resulted in individuals taking the word of random influencer accounts as gospel over traditional media outlets. According to Gallup polls, Americans’ trust in media is near a record low. Only 34% of US adults have a “great deal” or “fair amount” of confidence as of 2022. This is a major hindrance to our sensemaking abilities.

And then, of course, there’s cognitive dissonance. When a group identifies so closely with the perpetrator and they commit heinous acts, confronting that fact happens to be uncomfortable. So, in an attempt to reduce that discomfort, they rationalize or deny the evidence. This means that they accept only evidence that supports their existing beliefs, while placing unreasonable demands on the other side.

But none of these factors would have gained as much traction if it weren’t for something that didn’t exist during the Holocaust: social media. This is the engine that helps drives this real-time historical revisionism and denialism. According to 2021 data from Pew Research, over 70% of Americans get their news via social platforms. A Reuters Institute report from 2023 found that 30% of respondents use social media as the main way to get their news.

We have a society that consumes sound-bites of information, both truth and lies (as well as lies based on grains of truth).

Social media algorithms—combined with human nature—tend to amplify outrageous untruths, which spread widely. Corrections, never make it as far as the original lie. They are just a faint hum.

Throughout the Israeli-Gaza war, we’ve seen AI generated images and bots used to paint a specific narrative—for evocative, emotional effect. But technologically sophisticatication isn’t a prerequisite for painting false narratives. Many “influencers” have taken to using existing images or videos and attaching misleading headlines to them—including sharing content that captures events in Syria while presenting it as taking place in Gaza. These networks of influencers have large reach, and can turn even the most blatant lie into a revisionist truth.

Researchers for Freedom House, a non-profit human right advocacy group, found that generally at least 47 governments have used commentators to manipulate online discussions in their favor, either via humans or bots. They’ve also recruited influencers to help spread false and misleading content, and have created fake websites that mimic actual media publications. Then there’s always Russia’s propaganda arm RT, and various other publications like Al Jazeera and Quds who have direct ties to Hamas and/or other Islamic regimes.

All of this has contributed to narrative confusion, and the erasure of unspeakable acts of brutality, and the denial of the facts of October 7, right before our very eyes.

If we cannot even share a common reality, how can have any hope of resolving anything?

“Never again” is happening now."

[adventuringblind]

Could you write something with max dating a MotoGP rider

Four is better then two

Max Verstappen x reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: reader takes Max for a rider on her bike

Warnings: none (for once)

Notes: written in second person. I’m expanding my horizons with these fluffy things. I’m cringing at my own writing because my imagination is to vivid. Also this is short sorry T_T

Masterlist

You had known Max liked bikes. He owns a Harley himself. It makes sense that he would be into what you do. Actually getting to race on a motorcycle around a track. Different then formula 1 sure, but still racing nonetheless.

Normally, Max hates marketing and the videos they make him do. But he’s making an exception this once since his girlfriend is taking him around the track on a bike. Not her bike because that one is for racing only, but something similar.

Max introduces you and him to the camera and sets himself behind you. A GoPro strapped to his helmet. She to having to wear pull helmets, it’s not going to get face reactions, but you have a feeling it’s going to catch a lot of swear words.

“You wanna ease into this?”

“Absolutely not.”

You rev the engine and pull out onto the track. Swerving a bit to warm yourself up. You start speeding up as soon as you hit the grid. Max’s grip around your torso tightening.

Your yelling for the fun of it as you brake late into turn one. The bike leaning farther into the ground then Max was expecting.

“You alright?”

“Simply lovely.”

You take that as a challenge. In turn two you hug the inside corner, almost hitting the chicane at an unrelenting speed.

Bikes are different then f1 cars. It’s easier to see and feel the speed because you’re more exposed even if you’re not going as fast. Something Max was not as prepared for as you continue taking the corners with amazing speed.

“I think- I don’t like this anymore.”

“Do you want me to slow down?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Your call!”

Then your speeding up into the last few corners. Max is holding on for dear life and you can’t stop laughing.

As you pull in to the pits and park the bike, Max falls to the ground with a thud.

“I love you and your sport. But I think I’ll stick to four wheel from now on.”

You lean down and kiss his forehead. “It’s okay Maxy. Next time you can drive.” You send him a wink as you walk back towards to camera.

[angeliqueiguess]

''Focus!'' (Vacation Edition)

(must read after reading the fic)

W. Counter: 1k

Warnings: Alcohol consumption and mention, wedding mention, baby mention.

The morning sun bathed Cancun’s pristine beaches in a soft, golden glow. The soothing rhythm of waves crashing against the shore brought a sense of peace to everyone there. Well, almost everyone. Y/n, despite having dreamed about this getaway with her friends for weeks, was back at it with her camera.

Near the edge of the infinity pool at their rented villa, she focused her lens on Jaehyun, who effortlessly posed against the shimmering water. His slightly tanned skin caught the light perfectly, and his platinum blonde hair looked almost like it was glowing under the morning rays.

“Okay, babe, that’s enough,” Y/n finally said, lowering the camera with a playful shake of her head and a smirk. “You’re supposed to be relaxing, not auditioning for your next campaign.”

Jaehyun grinned, his dimples making an appearance as he ran a hand through his damp hair.

“You’re the one who said the lighting was perfect, baby. I’m just being cooperative.”

With a cheeky glint in his eye, he struck an exaggerated bicep-flexing pose, earning a burst of laughter from Y/n. Before she could respond, a dramatic sigh broke the moment.

“Oh my god, can you two not?”

Both of them turned to see Ten strolling onto the pool deck, wearing a brightly patterned shirt billowing in the breeze. His oversized sunglasses—ones Y/n relentlessly mocked—covered most of his face but couldn’t hide his signature deadpan expression.

“Some of us are single and trying to soak up the vibes. Nobody needs this over-the-top Instagram couple energy right now.”

Y/n laughed, slipping the camera strap off her neck.

“Didn’t you say last night that being single was a personal choice?”

“That was last night,” Ten replied, collapsing onto a lounger like he was auditioning for a soap opera. “This morning, I’ve decided love can find me—ideally while I’m holding a cocktail.”

Jaehyun chuckled as Y/n shook her head, amused.

The villa soon buzzed with energy as the rest of the group emerged one by one. Johnny appeared first, a beach umbrella slung over his shoulder like it was a fashion statement. His unbuttoned linen shirt revealed his already bronzed skin, and with his usual swagger, he slipped on aviators and surveyed the scene.

“Where is everyone? We’re wasting prime beach time.”

“On their way!” Haechan’s voice called out from inside. Moments later, he strutted out, wielding a GoPro on a selfie stick like it was an Olympic torch. “Today’s vlog is gonna be ICONIC.”

Behind him came Mark, juggling a volleyball and a bottle of sunscreen.

“Alright, broskis! Who’s ready to get obliterated by Team Markhyuck?” he shouted, trying to spin the volleyball on one finger. It lasted about two seconds before it hit him square in the face.

“Doesn't even sound like a team name,” Yuta muttered as he walked by, smirking.

Down at the beach, the sun burned hotter, but the volleyball match was even more intense. Johnny and Jaehyun ended up on opposite teams, their competitive streaks in full display.

“That’s your serve?” Johnny called out, shading his eyes dramatically as he tracked the ball.

“I’d call it better than anything you’ve got, grandpa,” Jaehyun shot back, smirking.

“Grandpa? We are slightly the same age” Johnny placed his hands on his hips in mock outrage, earning laughter from everyone else.

Meanwhile, Ten was actively dodging the ball whenever it came his way.

“Why am I even here? I’m a makeup artist, not an athlete!” he cried, just before tripping over his own feet trying to hit a serve, landing face-first in the sand.

“Content! Content!” Haechan yelled, capturing the scene on his GoPro while cackling.

Y/n dodged a stray ball that Ten had missed, laughing so hard she had to lean on her knees for support.

“Ten, you’re supposed to hit the ball, not sacrifice yourself for it!”

“Sorry, not all of us were born athletic,” Ten quipped, brushing sand off his face and shirt. “I bring beauty, not brute force.”

The game ended as chaotically as it had started when Mark accidentally popped the volleyball, eliciting groans from everyone except Ten, who looked relieved.

After the game, the group headed to a beachfront restaurant. The air was filled with the smell of sizzling tacos and grilled meat, and colorful plates and tropical drinks quickly filled the table.

“So,” Johnny started, leaning back in his chair with a tequila glass in hand. “When’s the wedding?”

Silence fell as everyone turned to Y/n and Jaehyun.

“Uh… we’ve been busy?” Jaehyun said casually, shrugging.

“Busy making a baby,” Ten teased, earning a swift kick under the table from Y/n.

“Can you not?!” she squealed, her cheeks turning pink as she buried her face in her hands.

“Wait… are you?” Haechan asked, his eyes wide with curiosity.

“We’re thinking about it,” Jaehyun admitted with a shy smile.

Johnny nearly choked on his drink.

“Thinking? You’re telling me I’m going to be Uncle Johnny soon?”

“Please don’t call yourself that,” Y/n groaned, though she couldn’t help but laugh.

The conversation shifted to lighthearted teasing and shared stories, the table echoing with laughter and clinking glasses.

That night, the group gathered around a firepit back at the villa. Soft music and the sound of waves crashing in the distance set a mellow vibe. Ten, manning an impromptu cocktail bar, handed out drinks while Haechan insisted on playing Never Have I Ever.

“Never have I ever… walked a runway at Paris Fashion Week,” Haechan said, pointing directly at Jaehyun, who rolled his eyes but took a sip.

''Not fair'' said Jaehyun drinking.

The game spiraled into hysterical confessions, snarky comebacks, and fits of laughter as the night deepened. At one point, Y/n looked around at her closest friends, her heart swelling with gratitude.

“Guys,” she began softly, “I know I don’t say this enough, but I’m so glad and happy we’re here together. This... this is what really matters.”

“Awwww, we love you too Y/n!” Mark shouted, wrapping her in an overenthusiastic hug.

“Alright, enough with the Hallmark moment,” Ten said, raising his glass. “Here’s to more vacations, less drama and maybe a baby... or two in the near future”

Laughter and cheers rang out as the group toasted under the stars, their night perfect in its simplicity. For now, the world outside didn’t matter—this was their time.

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Angie's note: FIRST POST OF THE YEAR! Hope y'all read this! I don't know if this is important but it is to me, this was the first full-fic I've ever written and finished. So this being my first post of the year means a lot to me, thanks for reading this part or reading my work in general. ILY ALL <3 and HAPPY NEW YEAR!

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