#hopefully they'll send me messages instead

[arttsuka]

Tis my birthday 🎉

[adventuringblind]

Cutting Tensions

Daniel Ricciardo x Reader x Max Verstappen x Lando Norris

Dialouge prompt: "The deal was that if I won, you'd all have your way with me."

Genre: SMUT

Summary: Reader wins a bet and spicy things ensue

Warnings: Filthy, PinV sex, implied anal, oral, fingering, thigh riding, degradation, praise, under negotiated BDSM, dom/sub,

Notes: I'm back from the dead! Finished my bachelor's degree today and move on to my masters in January! How do we celebrate? Smut. This is filthy and part of my 1000 follower event. Requests will close at the beginning of January. If you'd like to participate, click on the link :)

Masterlist

Minors DNI please

She's more observant than the boys give her credit for. They aren't being subtle or even smooth, for that matter.

Daniel flirts openly with her every chance he gets. Max is always trying to spend time with her both inside and outside the paddock. Lando is very handsy at the most inconvenient times. While they are busy oggling at her, they have failed to notice the longing looks that pass between the three of them. She's getting sick of it, really. Macho men who are fighting over her don't have the balls to admit they are also trying to show off to each other.

She's hit the breaking point and has decided to do something about it. And, if everything goes according to plan, they will have a lovely night and hopefully some realization of feelings while they're at it.

She'd managed to place the car on pole for the race tomorrow. Her odds of actually turning it into a win look good so far. She takes her phone out and sends a quick message to the boys.

'If any of you three win tomorrow, I'll spend the night with you. But if I win the you three take me at the same time. Deal?'

A course of enthusiastic replies cause her phone to explode. They really are the most oblivious boys she knows at times.

Just as she'd hoped, she stands on the top step of the podium. Drenched in champaign with adrenaline coursing through her veins. Max is a step below looking at her knowingly.

The anticipation builds over the course of debriefs and media work. The interviews take hours and she want to throw the microphone at the journalists who constantly ask her about being a female in formula 1. The same question they have asked over the entire course of her career.

She runs into the three boys looking at each other awkwardly. Max flashes the keys to his car and she feels her shoulders intense knowing escape is near.

"Your hotel room I'm assuming?" Daniel throes her a playful smile.

"Well, unlike the three of you, I'm pretty sure I cleaned before I left." She throws as they walk towards Max's car.

The rest of the trip back is filled with playful and teasing Comments. Daniel is the least petrified of the three boys and even leaves a few lingering touches along her thighs.

They toss their stuff into random corners of the room. It's not like it's massive, but she knows they'll find a way to make it work. Unless they decided to stare at her all night instead of doing anything.

She faces them and huffs. Daniel looking a little more amused then the other two at it.

"The deal was-" She puts her hands on her hips. "-That if I won, you'd all have your way with me."

Daniel finally takes the initiative and slams his lips onto hers. It's wet and hot. She can't help but moan into his mouth at the sensation. His fingers hook into the belt loop of her jeans to pull her closer. "You mean like this, darlin?" She just moans back in agreement.

Daniel pulls back, leaving her to whine in anticipation. He yanks on Max's wrist to pull him into the mix. The Dutch looks both helpless and surprised, and his lips land on Daniel's. The Australian slides Max into his place. He looks sufficiently warmed up now and in his element.

He places kisses everywhere along her neck and jaw line. His hands wrestle with her clothes until she's exposed and the feeling of the duvet is beneath her; flush against her skin.

She feels small beneath him. Max's hands groping at her like she'll fly away. Her hips already blossoming with dark marks.

His lips leave her for a second as he throws his shirt off. Her hands fly to belt around his waist. It's messy, but he's left in his boxers eventually.

On the other side of the bed, Lando was clueless. Despite his show of confidence, he was prepared for it to either be just him or not at all. Not to say that he doubted her skills. No, he doubts himself. Didn't mentally prepare for this outcome.

Daniel takes the initiative with him just like he'd done Max. Daniel curls his fingers around Lando's waist and hesitantly leans closer. It's enough that Lando has time to back out if he wants, but he doesn't. He hates admitting it; that he wants this desperately. He also just wants to be good, and that usually comes with experience. Something he doesn't have in this scenario.

His thoughts come to a screeching halt when Daniel's lips land on his. It's much softer than he'd seen with the other two.

It lasts for a measly minute until Lando's body is being manhandled onto the bed. Litgerally thrown onto it like he weighs nothing more than a sack of potatoes. He doesn't do any of the work aside from lay there in sheer cluelessness.

Everyone if fumbling out of their clothes. It's frantic and animalistic now, but he's definitely turned on at the sight of it. Yeah... this is definitely what he wanted.

She is going to explode. Max's tongue has found her ripples, and his hands are pressed into her back to keep her close. His thigh sits between her legs up against her core. She grinds her lower half against Max's skin. Her moans come out as high-pitched whine as the stimulates become too much.

Max releases his tongue from her and takes over, moving her hips for her. "You like that baby? You're leaking all over my thigh, so you must."

She's about to hit that point when Max throws her off him. He loses his boxers in record time and slips on one of the many condoms sitting on the bedside table.

Her and Lando lay in opposite directions. Enough for her to land her lips on his and her hands to make contact with his skin. The Brit is whining loudly at something. The beginnings of tears prick at his eyes. Daniel is running hands up and down Lando's sides, occasionally brusing against her own.

It feels like seconds of peace before Max is slamming into her. He throws her leg over his shoulder and hits the same place every time. Hips snaping so hard the sound echoes in the room. Her hands immediately find some kind of hold on his arms. Behind her, Daniel is praising both of them. "You two look so good. Look at how she's falling apart underneath you, Maxy."

Lando's cries and incoherent babbling are also increasing. It's messy and the heat of the room is already causing her skin to become slick with sweat.

"Can you two manage coming at the same time? Can you do that for us?" She's pretty sure she could come undone any second now. Max's pace hasn't faltered. If he continues, she's going to combust.

Max is whispering praises in her ear. Landos hand grips whatever it can of her body. Frantic moans and flailing limbs come with crashes of endorphins. It's blissful. Max draws it out until he finishes and collapses on top of her.

There is no reprieve for her and Lando. Daniel is a puppet master and both of them are merely on strings being moved to his will.

She ends up on top of him. Neither she nor Lando move. Their skin is plastered together as she buries her nose in the crook of his neck.

Daniel is moving her up and down in rough motions. His grip is changing in strength every few seconds as Max is somewhere out of sight sucking off the Australian.

He's directing Lando on where he wants the Brits hands on her. Eventually coming to the point he isn't holding onto her at all. It's Lando guiding her body. His hips buck into her, but it isn't like Max. Lando tries different things. Enough to startle her into a second orgasm when he begins to hammer up into her relentlessly. He has her begging for it this time.

Daniel and Max find both them at the top of the bed. They whisper things at them. Max is praising on one side while Daniel degrads on the other.

She is putty in their hands. Molded to their will. Swimming in the bliss of their attention.

"My turn." Daniel growls at her. He moves them all again. Her body is swiftly turned to where she can clearly see Daniel's eyes wide with something primal. "Need your mouth baby. Are you okay with that? Can I fuck your throat?" She responds by simply throwing her mouth open and sticking out her tongue. "Dirty."

The smirk on his lips disappears as his cock slides down the back of her throat. She can helpless to do anything except let her mouth be used.

Max is back between her thighs. This time with a tongue on her clit and three fingers moving inside her in such a way that she sees white. Occasionally she hears Max pull away to praise Lando who is out of her sight. Whatever he's doing is working as Max's movments begin to randomly falter.

Daniel is wiping away the stray tears that are sliding down her cheeks. She's coughing and gagging but the ecstasy is to overpowering for her to think to much about it. "Such a good girl." He coos after a particularly nasty cough.

He warns her about five seconds before he finishes. On last slam into her mouth and he's spilling into her throat. Far enough back that it hardly touches her tongue.

He holds her there as Max brings her over the edge again. His hands pin her wrists as she frantically tries to pull him closer or push him away, she's not sure which is happening.

She's still riding the high, Daniel barely out of her mouth when Lando pops back onto the bed sputtering and wiping his mouth. "That - was amazing." His chest falls heavily as he regains his breath.

Her body won't move. It's exhausted. Every last ounce of energy spent. Everything feels sticky. Lingering electric pulses stem from the soft touchs of Daniel and Max.

"You did so good, loves." Plural, meaning with her and Lando. She's curious what she'd missed while wrapped up in her own pleasure.

"Cuddles?" Lando squeaks.

There are a few chuckles and a denial. "Bath and water first."

It's much softer then she'd anticipated. Max and Daniel don't get in the bath with her and Lando, but the sit on the edge and keep them company. Just chatting like this is a normal Sunday nightm

The bed is really to small for four people, but they make it work. They fall asleep tangled together. Limbs tossed in all sorts of directions and phones still on silent.

She wakes up first and orders breakfast. Foods that she knows are trainer approved across the board.

She's lost in her own thoughts. So much so that she doesn't notice the three boys beginning to wake. Not until a set of arms wraps around her waist.

"How long did you know for?" Asks Daniel from right behind her. The other two boys still wrapped in each other but eyeing her intently.

"A year now."

Lando sits upright "You set us up?!"

"The way I see it, we all got a good fuck out of this and feeling have come to light." She shrugs.

"So-" Max sounds unsure of himself. The anxiety seeping through just the tiniest bit. "-Are we going to keep doing this?"

"I was thinking a proper date might be next up." Lando nods in agreement at her proposal.

Daniel's gein is magnificent. He scans the three of them, pondering what to say next. "Alright, a date it is then."

[griffinkid]

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Now's your chance to make that dream a reality! Enter them as a contestant and they'll win a spiffy certificate and ribbon for their achievements!

The deadline for this show is Wednesday the 20th of December 2023, 6pm GMT. You may submit your entries by reblogging this post, or by messaging me directly (preferred)!

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[copias-girl]

Hey. I saw you deleted all the excitement/nonsense from the other day, wanted to check in on you. I realized that while I've been on this hellsite for 12 years and seen and experienced a great deal of my own anon drama, I forget how overwhelming & terrible it feels when it first happens to you.

I failed to notice that, in addition to being very new to this site, you're also only 18 (please note that this is not meant to sound condescending - tone is impossible to convey via text). I was a couple years older than that when I joined here, and I carried just as much excitement and energy into everything I posted and reblogged and quickly gained a reputation for myself. From what I've observed from your blog though, mine was decidedly...less fun & positive, so I got a LOT of anonymous messages telling me what they thought of me. I would spend a lot of time thinking about those anons and the terrible things they said to me, constructive or not, objective or not. It didn't matter how many support messages I got from friends or mutuals, or how much we mocked the anons or made light of the situation - I was angry, embarrassed, felt like nothing I did would fix it, and sometimes didn't want to log onto this site anymore, despite it being the only outlet I had to express myself in this way.

It is normal to focus on the small negative in spite of the overwhelming positive - healthy? No. But normal.

My point is: Please do not let this nonsense deter you from being you. Not everyone is going to like you, and that is totally fine. Not everyone is going to like how you post/reblog on your blog. Speaking solely for myself, I generally keep a more contained dashboard I can scroll through quickly at work, so I don't follow your blog, but I don't translate my personal feelings on how you blog into my personal opinion of you as an individual. Everyone blogs differently on this site, which is what keeps it interesting. I'm also not so chronically online to go out of my way to send you a 5-paragraph essay about consent or being hypersexual in a fandom for a gay Satanic band. Instead I'll send you a 8-paragraph essay trying to comfort you and to tell you not to despair, lmao.

I LOVE your enthusiasm about how you express yourself in your posts & reblogs, and it seems there's a shit ton of blogs around you that feel the same way & express themselves the exact same way. Don't lose that spark! Don't let them rain on your parade! [Insert another cliche phrase here]!

Take time if you need a break, but please understand you did nothing wrong. Everything said to you was someone's opinion they wanted to force on you to control how you behave because they themselves are terrified of the world around them and don't understand they cannot control others. Hopefully one day they'll realize how sheltered and, quite frankly, stupid they are. I did.

My advice: if you ever reopen anons and start getting those messages again, delete them and don't engage. Most of the time they're just looking for attention, to rile you up. Classic bullying tactics.

Or print out their messages and use them as firewood. Or toilet paper. Whatever works.

Lastly, you don't have to acknowledge this or publish this message if you don't want to. Genuinely, I just wanted to reach out and make sure you're okay and to attempt to longwindedly impart some advice from my own experiences over the decade.

You do you, dude. Fuck the haters.

Thank you so so much for this incredibly kind and comforting message ♥︎ I really appreciate it more than you could imagine, it even made me cry reading it. I feel like this message is a good closer for this situation, so I’m also going to use it as an opportunity to give a little PSA about how my blog will be operating from now on.

First of all, just thank you again. I’m honestly astonished because every single thing you mentioned is exactly how I feel. The hurt of it all despite getting so much support, the empty feeling of not wanting to go on tumblr anymore despite it being my only outlet. Tumblr was supposed to be my safe space, my escape, my home, and it really sucks because it honestly doesn’t feel like that anymore.

I think the thing that hurts the most is that literally no one reached out to me as a friend in the dms to tell me that I was bothering them. I’m not a mind reader, so if no one says anything then I assume I’m not bothering them. But I do pride myself on always being approachable, I’m ALWAYS open to people messaging me with their concerns.

It’s different when it’s some faceless anon who comes off as slightly passive aggressive. If someone would have just DMed me, I definitely would have put more thought into it and taken their suggestion. Since I haven’t been on tumblr long, I didn’t even know the difference between reblogging with a comment or reblogging with tags until literally just now during this whole situation.

I just feel like I’ve been serving spaghetti every night for dinner. 9 people say they absolutely LOVE it, but then I come to suddenly find out the 10th person doesn’t. But they never said anything all this time, so how was I supposed to know?

I’ve had two people block me who I thought were my friends. One who, during this situation, even said she’d always be there for me. Basically, she informed me that our mutual friend had been upset about my comments and apparently never said anything before this, so I reached out to that friend and apologized. She apparently got triggered by my apology, and they both blocked me. That hurt. A lot. And if I’m being honest I’ve been fighting so hard not to self harm during this time.

I feel like I’ve been treated like a malicious criminal over this, when in reality everyone should know damn well I’ve never done ANYTHING to deliberately make people feel bad.

And don’t worry, I definitely did not take the comment about my age to be condescending. In fact, I wish more people would have taken it into account. And the fact that I’ve only been on tumblr for 6 months, so I don’t really know much about it.

I have a life outside tumblr. I’m a student, and I’ve had to be a full-time caretaker to sick relatives who have now unfortunately passed away. I’m grieving. My father abandoned me and my mother, so I’ve had to take over doing all the things that he used to do.

I come on tumblr, I scream about everyone’s favourite satanic antipopes, I post some fics, and then I close the app and go about my life. I don’t research the history of tumblr and what’s deemed acceptable by certain groups of people. I’m a human. I’m a real teenage girl, with feelings. I’m able to be hurt, and triggered, and everything else. I know I’ve created a personality for myself on here, and I think people often forget that I’m a real girl.

I wish I could say I’m okay, but right now that spark definitely feels dampened into a sad little ember. Since this has happened, I’ve almost stopped eating entirely, and when I do eat, I immediately throw it right back up. My Mom took me out to eat and I threw up in public. This has honestly had my stomach in knots.

Today was the first day I actually didn’t feel nauseous. So hopefully time will heal this wound. I wouldn’t wish this on ANYONE, but I’m glad to see you got through it and made it out ok. I’m hoping for the same outcome for myself too.

Now for the PSA portion of this message (everyone please read):

Will I stop being unhinged? Hell no. But I will be moving any horny comments into the tags, as suggested by the people who had complaints. The absolute last thing I want to do is alienate people and make people uncomfortable. (I still have questions about reblogging with comments tho, for example, if I say something not horny should I still put that in the tags or is it ok to comment that?)

Secondly, my best friend suggested that I should just start taking my unhinged comments and making them into posts of their own, so I’ll probably do that too. I think I might tag them with some cheesy tag, probably a pun on nsfw (not sugar for work?) so that if you’d like to blacklist that tag, you can, and then your dash will be safe for scrolling at work or wherever. And you can just click ‘view post’ if you want to view it.

So, rest assured, the horny party will never stop! But since I’ll be putting my stuff in the tags, you probably won’t see it circulating as much as reblogged comments, so if you want to see me being unhinged, just come to my page and scroll through!

Also, I’ve gotten so many other supportive messages and I want to thank everyone for sending them in. I won’t be answering them, because I don’t want a lot of stuff about this situation on my blog. And this is going to be the last time I talk about this situation on my blog. But the supportive messages really do mean a lot to me, so thank you all ♥︎

I feel malaise, so I might still be absent for a little while, but I’ll try to get back in the saddle as soon as I can. I haven’t been in the best mindset to write, but I’m really going to try because posting fics and running this account genuinely make me happy.

Thank you for taking the time to read, and I hope to see you all again very soon

Love always,

Sugar <3

[koriningyou]

WELCOME TO THE CHAOS🎵

Welcome to koriningyou! In this post you'll find everything you need to know (hopefully!) I'm your host, Nemo🦄 (30yrs | she/they | will also respond to Kori!). Our muses lineup features some fan favorites making a comeback: Rory Must/ang, Kyo So.hma & Bey.ond Birt/hday. as well as some fresh faces: Alice Avadere (A) & Chi/zuru Yosh.ida! Be sure to check out the after party my other blog

Please note that my activity is low due to other priorities (and limitations) that extend beyond the little demons in my phone. The lineup can be triggering for some viewers, so respect this is an 18+ blog. Each muse has generic tags for blocking purposes and descriptions of featured tws and what to expect from each one (this is a WIP feature so please bear with me). But also for this purpose, I am also labeling this a de.ad do.ve; dne (we can blame B and A…)

I'm friendly af, so reach out to chat/plot etc!♡ below the cut are the house rules, follow them so we can all have fun, yeah?

Below are the rules; however I want to make it sooooo clear. I know the argument against genderbend muses. And I'm genuinely sorry if Rory offends anyone, but I will not stop writing her. She has been a primary muse for me for over 10 years, my attachment to her is too strong to part with. So I understand if you feel the need to block me for this. I will not be mad♡

[updated: dec.14.24] [banner cred: @/strangergraphics]

DNF CRITERIA; WILL BLOCK ON SIGHT!

no minors. Preferably 21+. But ultimately 18+. There will be nsfw / triggering things on this blog - mostly blood, gore, violence. While it may not be smut, implied and time skips are fine.

No personals. If your rp blog is a sideblog to your personal - message me! This is the only exception.

Tbh basic dni if you're a shit person. I don't want that around.

I prefer interacting with mutuals. But I am not necessarily mutuals only.

THE NO GOS; PLEASE DO NOT DO!

No god modding.

No killing off my characters unless discussed. 

Don't force a ship just because. This excludes heavily shippy ask memes that are meant to be in that way, but they help test the waters. However, they'll be like a oneshot au - if the chemistry really is there then it can be an actual plotline to discuss and plot.

MUSES

Some muses are minors in canon. and I'm willing to rp canon timelines, however, majority of them will be played in a post canon timeline of in their early 20s.

Every muse has a designated emoji. I find it fun and whimsical. I have no other reason. though the emoji/their name will always be used in some form when specifying muse. This allows for blacklisting purposes as well if a specific muse is too triggering. 

Please specify muse when interacting. If not, I will choose whoever I see fit. though I would rather choose someone you would enjoy interacting with instead of stuck with a character you have no knowledge of.

Frankly all muses are by default pansexual. And every ship is its own timeline. We can rp cheating as long as it's discussed. I also am okay with poly ships as well. 

Again; please don't force ships. if your muse crushes on mine, that's totally cool. I'm really open to all styles of content. So we can have angsty unrequited love. Or who knows maybe they grow on a muse and it ends up happening. Just let the ocean do its thing and we'll see where the ships go lol. 

FORMATTING/ TAGGING/ ASKS

Again fun and whimsical. I like formatting and using manga icons. You aren't obligated to match. If formatting is a distraction and makes it difficult for you please just let me know and I'll avoid using them in our threads.

There will be a lot of triggering content on my blog…looking at you B… the only posts that will not be tagged with a pretty format will be all triggers. Very simply - those will be tagged as “ trigger tw “ or “ trigger mention “

Anon is on. I encourage it. Don't be spiteful or else I will take it away. Specify muse when sending asks. And if any ask is to be turned into a thread, please make a new post and tag me. 

GENERAL TAGLIST~

☆.ooc. ☆.answered. ☆.🦄.ramblings. ☆.🦄.aesthetic. ☆.psa. ☆.mobile. ☆.askmeme.

MUSE SPECIFIC TAGS.

☆.aesthetic.*muse name*. [ie: ☆.aesthetic.miroku.] ☆.ic.*muse name*. [ie: ☆.ic.bb.] ☆.hc.*muse name*. [ie: ☆.hc.kyo.] ☆.*muse icon*.*muse name*. [ie: ☆.🍜.chizuru.] ☆.*muse icon*.*verse name*. [ie. ☆.🔥.three's company.]

MUSE MASTERLIST.

🐱Kyo Sohma.

🔥Rory Mustang.

🐟Arisa Uotani.

🪡Miroku Kuchisake.

🍜Chizuru Yoshida.

🐰Alice Avadere (A).

🔪Beyond Birthday (B.)

Rules can and will be updated at any given point in time with no notice. Have fun. I'm open to ocs, aus, crossovers etc. So don't be shy!

[crystalsnow95z]

Technically, a continuation of another story but how it's written you should be able to understand without part 1. Bangtan are attending a music festival, but Taehyung isn't feeling so good but doesn't want to ruin everyone's fun.

It ended up way longer than I thought, I cut out quite a bit already. Hopefully, it's not too long.

I don't think it needs any warnings, but it does have a nightmare.

"Everyone ready to go?" Namjoon does a head count, leaving out Jungkook who was staying behind.

"Ready." J-hope answers, hanging his camera around his neck.

"A few staff members are staying behind so don't worry about Jungkook. Just focus on enjoying our vacation." Namjoon ushers his children out the door, making sure everyone gets situated.

"What was the name of the festival? I want to see who's all playing." Jimin asks.

"Ah, I think I have a flyer somewhere around here." J-hope digs in his bag, handing him a crumpled piece of paper giving it to Jimin.

"I don't recognize half of these names.. I'm excited." Jimin smiles. "Who are you most excited for?"

"I'm not picking favorites ." J-hope tuts.

"Ah look, Txt is also playing..!" Jimin points to the page where he sees their name. "I'm glad they are getting their music out there."

"I didn't see their name the first time I looked." J-hope leans in to look.

"They got it written really small." Jimin frowns. "They still haven't made a big fanbase overseas."

"We'll have to cheer them on." Namjoon joins the conversation.

"If we get there early enough, we can see them before they return. Seeing familiar faces should help ease their nerves." J-hope throws out ideas.

"Maybe we can hang out a bit before they depart." Jimin says, passing the flyer to Namjoon's out reached hand.

"They'll probably be tired. We don't want to burden them. We can if they suggest it, but if we do, they might feel pressured to say yes because we're older." Namjoon explains.

Taehyung doesn't join the conversation already aware of who's playing because he had been texting two of the Txt members, opting to take photos of the scenery instead to rest his sore throat. It was only six, but he already felt tired. He tunes out the conversation, feeling the start of a headache forming. (Maybe I should've suggested staying at the cabin with Jungukkie, but Beomgyu seemed so excited when he found out that they were in the same area.)

"Tae are you okay?" The sound of jimin's voice gets his attention.

"I was just enjoying the scenery. It's been a while since I had time to take photos." Taehyung says, giving him a smile.

"It is really pretty here, but you didn't answer my question." Jimin presses for answers again, looking into his eyes. They showed how tired he was and the pain he was feeling. Taehyung looks away, pretending to be distracted by J-hope playing music on his phone.

"Is that Txt's newest song?" Taehyung asks.

Jimin sighs. (I know he's just trying to make us not worry, but he shouldn't push himself. I should've tried to get him to stay.) He sends a text to Namjoon.

I don't think Tae is okay, but he won't admit it. He looks worn out and his voice sounds off to me.

Namjoon looks at the message, whispering to Yoongi sitting next to him. "We need to keep an eye on Tae. I think he got sick, too."

Yoongi nods and passes it on, everyone becoming aware of the situation.

"Tete, wake up, we're here." Jimin shakes his shoulder gently.

"Hm?" Taehyung sits up, rubbing his eyes. (When did I fall asleep?) His neck was stiff from laying on it wrong.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Jimin asks, running a head through Taehyung's hair.

"Yeah, I'm okay.. I guess I was more tired than I thought..I think I put a kink in my neck though.." Taehyung lies. The dull headache turned into a painful pressure behind his eyes. (How can I feel worse after napping?)

"I'm watching you." Jimin informs him, pulling up his face mask and putting on the black bucket hat he borrowed from Jungkook. "Let's go try to find the babies. If we keep covered up, we should be able to go unnoticed for at least a little bit." Jimin tries to massage the pain away for Taehyung, walking behind him, rubbing his thumbs across his soulmate's neck.

"It might be easier since all six of us aren't here." Namjoon notes, leading his members through the crowd. "English only."

"Did you find out what one they are in?" RM asks.

"N..yes. The third one is on the left of the stage." Jimin says, looking at the text Beom-gyu sent him quickly remembering to speak English.

The boys go through the crowd unnoticed, reaching the dressing room of their hoobaes. Jimin knocks, Beom-gyu opening the door, bowing deeply. "Hello."

Jimin pulls him into a hug. "Hello, how are you?"

"I'm excited, but nervous. We've never done a music festival before.." Beomgyu replies, ushering bangtan inside.

The other txt members group members bow deeply, the two groups warmly greeting each other.

"Where is Jungkook-hyung?"Taehyun asks when the six visitors settle in.

"He caught a cold, so he stayed behind. Don't worry. He'll be back on his feet in a few days." Namjoon replies.

"Oh no. I hope he recovers quickly." Taehyun frowns.

"He's super stubborn. I bet he'll fight it off by tomorrow." Yoongi says with a small smile.

The two groups catch up with one another, talking about their recent tours, the new songs they were working on, and the struggles they've been having. Taehyung tried to keep his energy levels high, putting up a front, not wanting to worry the younger group before a performance. (I'm happy that they got their confidence up again knowing we're here to cheer them on..) Taehyung doesn't regret his decision to go, watching his little brothers go from balls of nerves to playfully teasing one another.

"It sounds like the show is starting." Kai peeks out of the room.

"We should find a place to watch then, and you guys can continue getting ready." J-hope hugs each of the txt members, and the other members follow suit.

(Taehyung-hyung feels warm.) Beomgyu hugs Taehyung whispering to him. "Take it easy, hyung. Thank you for the advice and for coming to visit.."

"{They look more relaxed.}" Jimin smiles. "I know they'll do well. They practiced hard." His voice is drowned out by the roar of the crowd.

The group goes to watch quietly, keeping close together. They only brought two body guards, trying not to draw a lot of attention. The boys were using their phones to film.

The boys happily enjoy the show, busy watching the stage instead of Taehyung. He tried to cheer loudly for Txt when they made it on stage, following the fan chat, but halfway through, his voice was cut off by coughs. His health grew worse as the time passed, the heat of all the people surrounding them making him feel overheated and weak. He leans against Jin's broad shoulders, waiting for the dizziness to pass. Jin doesn't think anything of Taehyung's sudden affection, just leaning his head back on his for a moment.

They made it to the last performance, and decided to try to beat the crowd. Jimin drops his mask a bit to drink water, unaware on the mayhem it would cause.

"{Is that Jimin?}" An unfamiliar voice speaks.

"{Oh my gosh, I think it is.}" Another fan speaks up.

"{It is! That's Namjoon next to him!{"

Their fans have found them, causing an uproar. A teenged girl reaches for Jin, touching his cheek. Jin backs up, running into Yoongi, nearly knocking him over.

Their bodyguards push them away when they try to reach for them. "{Don't touch. Stay back.}" They speak, putting the boys in a tighter circle.

"Leave them alone. They came here to enjoy the show. We shouldn't bother them on their private time." A new voice tries to roar over the chaos.

"Namjoon-ah...!" Taehyung tries to call out over the crowd, but his voice is drowned out by all the others screaming much louder than he could, his voice coming out weakly. "Yoon-..!" He tried calling again, but when he tried shouting, it broke into a cough. (They can't hear me. My voice is gone..) His heart raced with panic, unable to see them through the sea of people. Within the chaos he got separated from the others, nearly getting trampled by all the people pushing to reach the others. He gets pushed to the ground by a man trying to lift his young daughter so she can get a peek at bangtan. Taehyung tries to stand again, but vertigo hits him hard, making him fall to his knees again. A woman steps on his hand amongst the chaos. "Aiish..." He rubs his hands across his injured fingers, trying to ease the pain.(Hyungs.. Please.. i can't do this alone..) He pleaded silently in his mind. He puts his hands over his head, trying to protect himself, too scared to try to move.

"Taehyung-oppa?" A young female voice startled him when he feels them touch his shoulder. She was no older than eleven, looking at him with worry.

"Shh.. don't say my name.. you might get hurt if they notice me on my own." He speaks softly but notices the girl just looks at him with a puzzled expression. (She can't understand me..)

"{Are you okay? Are you scared? You're shaking.}" The girl continued to him speak, trying to pull him to his feet.

"{I'm..lost.}" He speaks English to her the best he could. "{I..need to go..there..}" He points to where the other members disappeared, anxiety piking when he sees no sign of them.

"There's no way you'll be able to break through the crowd. Why don't we go to the side and you can call them?" She tries to make motions with her hands, making an X when she points to the crowd and an okay sign when she points to the opposite direction pointing to her phone then him.

"{Okay, okay..I go..}" Taehyung let's the little girl lead him against the sea of people, trying his best not to stumble. (I don't feel well at all..I feel like if I don't sit soon I'll faint..) He stops trying to catch his breath."{Can't..need rest..}"

The young girl helps him sit in the dirt, digging in her bag for a waterbottle covered in kpop stickers. "Please.." she speaks the best Korean she can."{You must be dehydrated.. you don't look so good..}" He pushes it into his hands.

Taehyung takes the water gratefully, lowering his mask to take a sip.

"{Oh wow. You look even prettier in person.. oh! Sorry.}" The girl blushes, hiding her face. Taehyung giggles at her reaction but a dry cough stops him.

"{Poor bear. That was rude of me...}" she rubs his back slowly, trying not to push her boundaries. She looks up korean words on her phone. "We need to get you to the others}"

Taehyung looks around, feeling safe enough to try to contact the others, but when he reached into his pocket he feels nothing. "Aiigo.."

"{Did you lose something?}" The girl asks.

Taehyung nods. {Phone.. phone gone.}"

"{It must've dropped when you fell. I'll go see if I can find it!}"

Taehyung shakes his head, but the girl already runs off, and when he tries to call to her, no words come out. (They're probably trying to call my phone.. they would've had to get escorted to the van. I wish she would've stayed, though.. I don't want to be alone..)

"We need to find him. He's not answering his phone. What if something happened to him?" Jimin speaks quickly, looking helplessly outside the car window.

"They'll find him. We just gotta wait here. Going out to look for him would just cause more problems. They got the security looking for him as well as our staff. Taehyung will be okay."Namjoon tried to believe his own words, but his voice shook, showing his fear.

"He probably can't hear it over all that chaos. I'm sure he's fine." Yoongi says squeezing Namjoon's hand.

"This is my fault. I blew our cover." Jimin puts his head in his hands. "I should've waited until we got back inside the van. Now Tete got lost in the crowd.."

"Don't say that. You didn't know they'd react that way. We've gone to public events before and didn't get mobbed like that." Jin smacks Jimin in the leg. "Calm down. He'll turn up."

"{Gina? Gina where are you?}" A man calls out for his daughter. "Gina!" He looks around, running up to Taehyung. He backs up, eyes widening in shock when he grabs Taehyung by the wrist."{You. That's my daughter's bottle!}"

"{Please stop.. let go..}" Taehyung's voice comes out as a hoarse whisper. He tries to pull away, his breath picking up.

"{I'm sorry, i didn't mean to scare you. Have you seen my daughter? That's her bottle you're holding."

"{The girl.. that way..English..not so good..}" Taehyung points to where the girl went.

"{Hey.. you look like the boy in the poster in my daughter's room.. V. You're V.}" He loosens his grip on Taehyung, just staring at him in disbelief.

"{Daddy! Daddy you found Taehyung too!}" Gina returns with a police officer.

"Gina! Oh, thank God you're okay! I thought you got hurt by the crowd!" The man hugs his daughter to his chest.

"{You are Kim Taehyung, right?}" The officer asks offering his hand to him.

"{Yes.}" Taehyung takes it, the officer helping him to his feet.

"{Your friends are looking for you. Let me escort you.}"

Taehyung sighs, relief washing over him. "{Thank you.}"

"I'm sorry. {I couldn't find your phone, but I found help.}" Gina bows to him.

"{It's okay.. you help.. Thank you..}" Taehyung hands the water bottle back to her, then removes the baseball cap from his head, putting it on her. When she hugs him, she can feel the heat radiating off of him. "{Taehyung-oppa? Are You okay? You feel hot..}"

"{Need..sit...}" Taehyung sways, closing his eyes. Gina's voice sounded far away, his body finally reaching its limit. (Everything is spinning..) he took a step back to try to stop himself from falling on top of Gina, his body meeting the ground.

"They found him.. he's with the police now.." He covers his phone to speak to the other members. "{Thank you so much sir..}" He speaks into the phone. Namjoon's relief is only short lived though, the officer telling him what happened.

"What? What's wrong?" J-hope shakes Namjoon's shoulder trying to get answers.

"He fainted. He's running a high fever, and his hand his really swollen." Namjoon breaks the news to them. "They're going to take him to a hospital for x-rays."

(Where..am I..?) Taehyung's eyes fluttered open, gasping in surprise when he feels a set of arms wrap around him. "Taehyung-Ah! You're up! You had me so worried!"

"Jiminie you're squishing me.." Taehyung couldn't get his voice higher than a whisper and even that was painful.

"Are you feeling any better Tae?" J-hope sits on the other side of him, running a hand through Taehyung's sweaty hair. "My heart skipped a beat when they said you fainted.. why didn't you tell us you felt so awful. We would've gotten someone to take you home."

"It wasn't bad until I got separated.. I was so scared I couldn't catch my breath.." Taehyung's heart raced at the memory, recalling all the voices screaming and pushing, squeezing Jimin.

"You're okay now Tae. I'm so sorry we lost you.. we noticed right away but we couldn't do anything about it. As I tried running towards you there were so many people grabbing at me.. i didn't know Army could be so scary.." jimin squeezes Taehyung back.

"A few people got hurt..including you.. next time we'll have to bring more body guards.." Namjoons heart feels heavy with regret.

(Hurt?) Taehyung looks over himself, noticing his fingers were wrapped on his right hand. "Someone stepped on me.. an Army girl had to help me get away from the mob.. she was so nice.. she wasn't even a teenager yet.. she led me away from the crowd... I gave her my hat as a thank.." Another round of coughs stop him from telling his story.

"Shh..stop talking..You're going to completely lose your voice. We can talk more when you're feeling better.." Jin scolds him.

"{Excuse me but visiting hours are over now}" The doctor tells him.

"{Sorry we lost track of time. We'll get going, but please could someone stay as a translator? His English isn't good..}" Namjoon bows to her. "{I'm sorry to ask, but I'm worried about him..}" Namjoon hated asking for special treatment, but with Taehyung's history of night terrors, his heart broke at the idea of him being terrified with no one able to speak Korean to help him calm down.

"{We usually only let family stay, but since he's in a private room, I'll allow it considering the circumstances. Only one person can stay.}" The nurse responds with a kind smile, seeing the stress written all over Namjoon's face.

"{Thank you so much. I'll stay and send the others back home.}" Namjoon bows once more turning to the others. "I'll stay with him tonight, but everyone else has to go."

"I'm so relieved someone can stay with him..." Seokjin sighs. "I can't believe we lost him in the crowd like that... Keep him safe for me. Okay Joon?"

"I'm sorry Namjoonie-hyung.." Taehyung whispers, watching him try to get comfortable in the chair. "Do you want to lay with me instead? There's enough room for..." His words are interrupted by his own coughing.

"Taehyung-ah, I'm scared to hurt you. Don't worry about me, I'm fine."Namjoon tries to quietly drag the chair as close as he can to Taehyung's bed."I told you not to talk. You need to rest your voice. I'm right here with you. Do you want me to sing you a song?"

Taehyung nods.

Namjoon thinks, then starts softly singing.

"We're born in the moonlight.Ain't no fantasy. Can't breathe in the sunlight. Gotta hide your heart. We're born to be sad, sad (whoa-oh), sad, sad.

Suffer to be glad, glad,whoa-oh, glad, glad

Come on, ya'll, moonchild, moonchild. That's how it's supposed to be. Yeah, all these pain and all these sorrows. That's our destiny, see?" Namjoon stops singing when he notices that Taehyung has fallen asleep, breathing deeply.

"Good night Tae.." He says yawning, not taking long to fall asleep.

(Trigger warning. The boys get hurt, but it's just a dream)

"Taehyung-ah! Help!" He hears the members calling to him, the boys getting trampled by faceless people, reaching out for him. Jimin was covered in bruises, Jungkook's arm lays limply at an unnatural angle, J-hope was holding his ribcage, coughing. He can't even spot the others, but he could hear them calling for him.

Taehyung tries to call him, but no sound comes out. No matter how many people he pushes through to reach them, he gets pushed back. Namjoon-hyung.. He spots him for a split second before the crowd makes him disappear again, the same thing happening with each member, the bloody arm of Jungkook, the bruised neck of Jimin, the bloody nose of Jin, until he couldn't find any of them anymore. I can't save them..

Taehyung wakes up screaming, making Namjoon bolt up to rush to the bed. The machine that tracks Taehyung's vitals starts beeping loudly.

"I'm here Tae, I'm here.. It was just a nightmare.. You're okay..it's okay.." Namjoon gently wraps his arms around the trembling vocalist, pulling him to his chest. "Breathe baby.. you need to take deep breaths.." He strokes Taehyung's sweat-soaked hair over and over. "You're safe.. You're okay.. It was just a bad dream, you're okay now.."

Taehyung tries to breathe but can't stop coughing. "Nam...Nam..joon..." It hurts..I can't breathe..

"Taehyungie please..you have to calm down.." Namjoon begs, feeling Taehyung trembling in his arms not slowing in the slightest.

Taehyung manages to get a few deep breaths in, dulling the pain.

A nurse comes into the room, turning off the machine. "{What happened?}"

"{He just had a bad dream. I think his fever spiked though..}" Namjoon tells her, feeling the heat radiating off of Taehyung's body. He runs his hand down Taehyungs back, softly shushing him, only letting himself relax when he feels the tremors running through Taehyung slowly die down.

The nurse takes his temperature. "{I'll need to get some medicine.}"

"My head hurts so much.." Taehyung whines softly finally finding his voice, hiding his face back in Namjoon's chest. It feels like someone's trying to squeeze the life out of me.

"{He says he has a bad headache..}" Namjoon explains, to the nurse, relief washing over him when he hears Taehyung's shaky voice. He's calming down at least a little.. "{Could he have some water?}"

"{The medicine will help with the pain..I'll bring some water.}" She leaves the room quickly.

"The nurse will bring you medicine to help.. are you still afraid Tae?"

"Ev-ev-eryone w-w-waas hurt, and...and I cou-coul-coulldn't help them.." Taehyung sobs. Namjoon forces him to sit up, drying Taehyung's eyes with his sleeve. Namjoon regrets asking, seeing the tears rolling down his little brother's cheeks breaking his heart.

"Everyone is safe at the cabin, and I'm fine..see? I'm perfectly healthy." Namjoon tries to soothe him, stroking the back of his neck. "It was just a dream.. okay?"

Taehyung nods, sniffling to try to stop the snot from dripping. "I'm sorry.."

"Don't be sorry.. it's okay. You had a really scary experience and you aren't feeling well. I understand..." Namjoon hugs him back to his chest, not caring about his clothing.

The nurse returns, adding the medicine to the IV drip and putting water on the side table. "{Do you need anything else?}"

"{No. I'll take care of him from here.. thank you.}" Namjoon bows the best he can with Taehyung squeezing him. She awkwardly bows back, leaving the room.

"You want to drink some water, Tae? It might help your throat.." Namjoon holds the cup out to him, putting the straw by his lips.

Taehyung picks up his head, taking big sips. The cold water helps ease some of the pain. "Tha-thanks hyung.."

"Don't drink too much, you'll upset your stomach.."

Taehyung nods, letting him take away the cup. "C-can..We..we call the others?"

"Ah, Tae, hospitals don't have good signal and neither does the cabin.. Tae?"

"Oh.." Taehyung looks down, worry still knotting his stomach. I know they are okay, but I just want to talk to them.

"hey Tae, guess what?" Namjoon asks, trying to keep him distracted until the medicine kicked in, seeing the fear still hasn't left his eyes. "Taehyung-ah.."

Taehyung's eyes were unfocused not registering that Namjoon said anything until the second time. "Huh?"

"Jimin sent a message. Your phone was turned in. He's going to bring it in the morning. Until then you can use my phone.. look Tae, there are messages for you."

Taehyung looks at the phone, scrolling through weverse.

I hope you get well soon Taehyung.

We love you Tae, take care of your health.

Those people weren't really army. Please don't think we're all that way. I love you and respect your privacy.

I'm sorry that happened to you. I can't believe anyone would act that. I saw the footage online and cried. I hope you recover soon. I love you.

"Footage...what footage?" Taehyung asks, trying to cover a yawn.

"Someone caught what happened on their phone. It got uploaded online." Namjoon answers reluctantly, not wanting to even mention it.

Taehyung didn't want to relive that memory again, continuing to scroll through the messages, stopping when he saw a photo of Gina wearing the baseball cap he was wearing. "She wrote a lot.."

"Who?" Namjoon asks curious about what got him so focused, seeing his eyes dart back and forth.

"Namjoonie-Hyung that's the girl who helped me.. Gina.. she's really mad at the other army..they are calling her a liar though.." He says showing him the message. "It's in English so I can't read it well.."

"A lot of army are really upset about what happened.. I want to thank her. Let me see it. I'll handle it."

Thank you for taking care of Taehyung when we got separated. I'm taking care of him now. Love you, Gina.

Namjoon goes to give the phone back to Taehyung after his comment, but he already fell back to sleep. "Rest well Tae.." He kisses the top of his head. "Love you.." Namjoon takes a quick picture of Taehyung laying on his chest, accepting his fate becoming his body pillow. What am I going to do with you? Namjoon smiles fondly, drifting to sleep himself. Both boys have had a long day...

[wexarethewalkingxdead]

ooc; update

I plan to work on what I owe to my partners this week. Hopefully tomorrow night. I have had some personal stuff going on this week, and it is, thankfully, resolved now, and I can rest easy about the safety of my great niece (whom I helped to raise for over five years so she feels like my child) and great nephew. So replies will be worked on. I won't be working on ask meme drafts until replies are written and posted.

I also plan to make a masterlist of threads with partners. I will link to it once it's finished. This way all my partners can reference it when they need to find the latest link from our thread. I won't be doing them by title. They'll be listed with the partner's username and then 1, 2, 3, etc. However, the number of threads there will depend on how many threads we have together. I plan to make it into a post instead of a page connected to my tumblr because pages are not mobile app friends.

This will be in no way a call out to partners that haven't responded in a while. It is simply a reference for both of us to look and see whose turn it is. And maybe there's a thread you've forgotten existed so this might be a reminder. It is also in no way to rush anyone into replying faster. I don't care how long it takes you to reply to a thread.

I just wanted to let you know that I won't be adding threads that are over two years old to this list until they are replied to as I feel if it's been two years that you've moved on from that thread and writing with me. If you feel we have a thread that you can't seem to find on the list, please message me, and I will do some investigating. Or if we have a thread that you've not responded to in over two years and want a link so that you can, please feel free to message me. I don't mind getting links for you. I do want to continue threads as I love world-building the most. So picking up things that I thought were long gone and forgotten would make me very happy.

And as always, if you want to plot something (and we don't have anything going on already), please message me. And please send me memes from the following link: .accepting [yes].

[werewolffem]

I hope you find peace. I've gone through EXACTLY what you're going through now and it's awful but it will eventually hurt less. Try to focus on what makes you happy rn bc you will be an after thought (I'm sorry but it's true) and living with that will only torture you further. Have a good day today. It's Friday after all ☺️.

Also I hope your hatmailer gets a life that's not clouded by delusion and self loathing. Hopefully one day they'll learn to love themselves instead of toxically sending hate first thing in the morning.

Take care ♥️

ik i really need to. ik it all. it's just hard to get over 2 years of feelings and hope i had even though I KNEW nothing would happen. thank you!

lol it's just funny because i haven't even remotely been as "terfy" as i have or could be lately on this blog. someone just loves me lol! it's like a good morning message for them!

thank you so much ❤️

[ashadowofburnedoutstardust]

Hello anon 😺

I'm having a hard time discerning friend from foe at the moment because of all the lies I've been told

I'm scared of pretty much everyone and very jumpy

The blogging helps vent to a certain extent but I do a lot more of it privately like a diary, and also in the notes app on my phone

It seems some people just unblock me purely to send nasty messages and threats either via anon or DMs to rile me up because they know they'll get a reaction, it's the same people and they've been doing it on various platforms for a year so they've had plenty of practice trying to make me panic

I'm working on it the best I can, I'm having trouble tuning out of anything and trying to switch off but I'm hopefully starting a fitness program soon, one of those exercise/nutrition set number of weeks programs, I'm in dire need of the dopamine/serotonin so I'm hoping it will help in settling my mood, I only really manage to eat properly once a day as I've just lost my appetite entirely

Trying to explain any of this weird fandom stuff IRL is near impossible as there's too much to get through

I hate being in that negative space, it's not the real me, it's the expression of unchecked rage without a refined target and it just goes everywhere

I've tried reading, watching TV, going for walks, spring cleaning my house, gardening/tidying up the yard and trying to finish the patio, even just going for a cappuccino and a shopping spree, I went to the beach last week, it's really too muddy for hiking ATM, I even bought one of those crystal "painting" things to just fiddle around with, believe me I'm spending as little time in front of a screen as I can

But I still end up with the tightness in my chest, the panic sets in, and because I can't let myself cry it explodes into anger

Puppy videos have been a good one, BF unsolved helps me get to sleep as the background noise is calming, I've even managed to sleep in my actual bed instead of on the couch a couple of times so I'm not staying half awake listening for someone coming up on the steps at night anymore (I have cameras now with the viewscreen next to my bed so I can check) and its much more comfortable to sleep on than an old Lazyboy, I've missed my gelfoam pillows

I might try writing a story for a bit, I've had a novel idea bouncing around in my head for years, I would probably still end up staring at a screen but it would be nice if I can manage to focus it properly to create a different more useful kind of noise I can properly zone out to

💜🪽🌟

[captainmdhridoyhossain-blog]

[ad_1] Being a software engineer sucks I was told I would be working in a fast-paced exciting environment but in reality I'm stuck in this cubicle building super complex stuff that nobody understands or appreciates if I had a time machine I would do two things one I would tell Harambe to get away from that kid and two I would go back to school to become a civil engineer so I could work outside building stuff everyone admires like Bridges and skyscrapers unfortunately I haven't figured out how to build a time machine in JavaScript yet now I would never recommend anybody Choose software engineering as a career but if you do make bad life choices like me you should be prepared for some really bad things to happen like every doctor eventually loses a patient and every pilot eventually crashes a plane likewise every software engineer will eventually face a merge conflict and That's not even very bad in today's video we'll look at seven different devastating text messages that no developer ever wants to hear speaking of which I finally started a Discord so feel free to chat with me over there after this video we've got some T-shirts and licenses to jetbrain software to Give away over there one of the biggest problems with software engineering is that you don't want your friends and family to find out what you do the reason is you'll get messages like this from your uncle or old roommate asking if you want to build an app together it Will consist of a very dumb idea that's impossibly complex to execute like uber but for horses or Tick Tock without the Chinese with a 5 hundred dollar budget messages like this are so painful because software Engineers are usually introverts who have a hard time saying No what you'll want to do is respond and say hey that's an awesome idea I would love to build it for you but my rate is 300 an hour what they'll likely do is come back with a counteroffer of zero dollars per hour but 10 equity in the Company which will eventually be worth billions that's pretty much Checkmate trust speaks for itself I would just recommend accepting the offer and building the app to get them to go away now when you're not building apps for friends and family you should be working on your own side projects and in doing That you'll likely use the cloud like AWS one of the worst messages you can receive is a cloud billing alert like hey it's AWS your 25 budget has been exceeded by 2.3 million dollars maybe you click the wrong button or accidentally created an infinite Loop but the important thing here is not to Panic the easiest solution is to just stop using AWS and pretend nothing ever happened if Jeff ever sends his guys after you just tell them your account got hacked that may or may not work and if it doesn't you can at least find comfort in knowing there are many other Homos people out there who simply forgot to turn off an ec2 instance another dreaded catastrophic thing a developer doesn't want to hear is that a production database has been dropped accidentally along with all of your company's data that was worth billions of dollars you just made the simple Mistake of dropping prod instead of Dev when something like this happens it's absolutely terrifying but hopefully you have backups that are able to restore it back to its original state if not now would be a good time to start looking for a new job dropping a database is Incredibly easy and can be accomplished with a single line of code you can use this knowledge to fight back against the system as this person did here by weaponizing SQL injection against speed cameras dropping a database is bad but at least it's over quickly many developers suffer a worse fate like this Guy who got a message from his boss assigning him to a legacy angularjs version 1 code base that needs to be migrated to angular 14. sadly the previous developer died of old age and was the only one who had any idea how anything in this code base worked he Knew exactly

how to keep his job by creating an overly complex code base without any comments or documentation and now it's your turn to update it [ __ ] my life this job will take more skill and Ingenuity than building a nuclear submarine and when you finally finish The job in a few years no one will even notice or care because by that time it'll be time to migrate your legacy code base into the hot new JavaScript framework of 2025. speaking of which something a web developer never wants to hear is that a new better JavaScript Framework has been invented when you learn a JavaScript framework you join a tribe and that means everything outside that tribe is dangerous and terrible now normally you can create an echo chamber to convince yourself that your chosen framework is absolutely 100 the best in every use case however at some point you May be convinced that a better framework does in fact exist when that day comes you'll need to turn your back on your tribe and lose many friends in the process and it's not exactly easy to make new friends when you're a software engineer can't sit here but one of the most Annoying things that can happen to you is when a non-technical person like a client or marketing expert asks you to make one small change to an already finished product like let's just move this nav bar from the top over to the side here it should be an easy change For you to make you don't not want to look like a 10x developer so you go ahead and do it but it takes like 20 hours and modifications and 800 different HTML and CSS files then as soon as you commit your work that same person will come back and say you know What I think I liked it better the first way let's go ahead and change it back it's no secret that the most important skill of a software engineer is being able to Google things effectively that means one of the worst things that can happen to you is running into a problem That nobody else has already solved for you it's painful enough when zero results come back on Google with your error message but an even worse thing can happen you might search an error and get a single result on an obscure Forum from 10 years ago and find some dude Going through the exact same problem as you as you scroll down hoping for a well-documented and detailed solution you find that all he posted was fixed all good now and now you have to figure out the problem all by yourself being the Chad that you are you get to work And as soon as you're about to solve the problem you get a notification that it's time for your daily stand-up meeting thanks for watching and I will see you in the next one [ad_2] #Programmer #Hear For More Interesting Article Visit : https://mycyberbase.com/

[skeppsbrott]

Unfortunately the post you reblogged about the perception of autism as something only cool people have was written by a terf. (I agreed with the post so I checked out op’s blog, got bad vibes, searched “trans” and found ugly stuff real fast)

Hi there anon!

So I've been waffling back and forth about how to reply to this but here is (sort of) where I have ended up:

Terfery is bogus. I don't need to elaborate on this. Terfery was embarrassing, destructive, self-cannibalising and reactionary when I first encountered it in like, 2012. In 2023, amidst a quite frankly astounding and terrifying backlash, even moreso. Socially isolating terfs from fellow feminists, activists, and (possibly) queers is a legitimate tactic of activism and I think it is a quite effective one. You treat our siblings, friends and allies like that while calling yourself a feminist? Go take a long walk off a short pier, mate.

And yet...

I do not really want to recieve messages like this.

I understand the impulse and I think the fact that you go out of your way to send me this underlines something important - we have a culture on this corner of the Tumblr that terfs ain't got no friends. It is not controversial to be like "yo fuck feminists that oppose trans liberation and have a gender-essentialist worldview" and that's unequivocally a good thing. I am glad that you trust my politics enough to send me this. I am glad that my politics shine through enough that I would obviously support your anonymous suggestion (except it is not a suggestion, you just gave me this information to, idk, fill out a bingo card and draw my own conclusions with, but nonetheless).

And yet, I do not really want to recieve messages like this.

I gave up social media activism many years ago. It made me miserable. It made me miserable to be around. It made my spaces of respit miserable and it meant I was always fucking on and I am not saying I am a great activist now but at some point you realize you'll just burn yourself out on that shit when instead you could like, idk, talk kindly to young queers who haven't worked out their internalised shit yet and help people come out of their freshly cracked eggs and support your older queer friends in their quests for parenthood in this wretched world. Make sure that anyone in your social circle knows that if they fuck around with gender essentialism they'll find out real soon but not because you make a big deal out of hating terfs but because you are loud and proud about having declared the old ways of doing gender over and done with. Hopefully?

I don't know. If you are my friend or you've followed me for a long time or we're mutuals or whatever and you see me behave in a way that makes you feel unsafe on my blog I think it is fair to reach out. "Hey, Skeppsbrott, this person you reblog a lot of art from is a quite vocal terf on their main blog and I really wish you wouldn't". "Hey, Skeppsbrott, I think you are being way too charitable to the debate happening on that post you just reblogged. This is my read, I hope you'll reconsider."

That seems actionable to me. Like yeah I probably should pay attention to the politics of people who very often end up in my reblog chains! I definitely should pay attention to the changing rethoric used by gender essentialists! I do not, however, want to spend energy wondering whether every post I reblog might possibly be made by a terf and feel guilty if I perhaps missed one. I also struggle with the anon ask as something that demands a response but which also demands it publicly. Would you have noticed if I removed the post but never replied to your ask? Would you get suspicious if I never DID reply to your ask? I guess part of why making it an anon ask is that the act of condemning terfery in an ask is more potent than removing a jokey and a little mean but nonetheless fair post about autism that got like three hundered notes. No one really suffers from that post, that's kind of the conundrum here. Either way, I am not here to scorch the earth, but then again -

"Hey, Skeppsbrott, this person you reblogged a post from is trying to become a tumblr funnyman so that they can infiltrate more people with transphobic propaganda"? Yeah. I guess that is not so different from what I commented above.

Perhaps at the end of the day I am just really, very, terribly equipped for social isolation tactics. I just can't really bring myself to do it. Call it trauma or poor constitution or whatever. It just brings me this great, deep sadness, where I look at who I was and can't help but wonder what I would have gotten lost in if there hadn't been people who looked me sternly in the eye and said "that's fucked up. Get out now before I too grow to hate you".

Or maybe I am just a coward. That is entirely possible as well. Even quite likely.

Thank you, anon, genuinely. I appreciate it. But maybe next time, don't?

xx

[richardsphere]

Seeing as the poll is literally inviting comments: Chloe wasn't made "irredeemable" she just wasn't redeemed (and hopefully wont be). There is a significant distinction.

Now lets start by saying: I have a horse in this race. Growing up in a household where forgiveness seven-times-seventy-times was the Literal Gospel, and being told in school to "just give them a second chance"while the teachers never did anything about my bullies and the TV kept showing me cartoons where children eventually got to know their bullies as people and sometimes even grew beyond their bully-ness and became good friends left me in a bad place mentally in childhood. Personally I think that makes me more qualified to speak on the subject of the dangers of preaching endless second chances to children, but I understand that some may decry personal experience as a form of bias instead. If you do believe experience is bias, Then you can consider these Biases hereby formally disclosed. That being said: I am personally absolutely god-damn sick of children's media saying "just give your bullies and abusers a second chance, Because if you just give them enough second chances they'll turn their life around and stop being pieces of shit". Its the sort of pro-abuser propaganda that raises children to try and fix their tormentors. Children should be taught that it isn't their responsibility to fix their bullies and I love miraculous for sending the right message in that regards.

Chloe's arc was a humanization arc, not a redemption arc. And that is exactly the right arc for the intended child-audience. Telling kids that people like her are still people and how they come to be that way lets her serve as a warning not to become like her. But a redemption arc would've inevitably told kids the wrong lesson. That it is up to the victim to fix their abuser.

So compared to literally every other piece of childrens media I had growing up? This show would get a 10/10, no notes no demerits. Having the characters say "fuck the bitch" and putting her on a plane to New York is the perfect way of telling hopeless children victim to real-life Chloe's that: 1- It isnt their responsibility to fix your abusers. And possibly more importantly: 2- At some point in the future, There will be a Post-them era in their life. An idea that I need to stress, for a child of that age, can seem entirely alien if they've spent years going to school with them, doing everything right, going to the teachers and still nothing ever changes... The idea that one day you wont be trapped in a building with your abuser every day forever is a notion that I personally, at that age, could not really grasp in a meaningful way beyond the purely-hypothetical. The idea of a post-bully future would've seriously done great for my mental health if I'd seen it on the TV even once growing up. I cannot imagine the amount of children who wouldn't struggle half-as-much as I did with the idea of Suicide as Escape if they got to see the idea of a world "after" their bullies in their media at that age. And it is at this point in this little improvised essay that I realise that V5 ends in the wish... a giant magical retcon button that will no doubt result in Chloe having never left Paris in the first place... so that message of hope that "even this will come to pass" probably wont last for the shows audience...

Now to preempt the inevitable subject of hypothetical future story-lines: I'm honestly completely indifferent to the idea of a potential future redemption arc, as long as the show manages to make such a hypothetical arc clearly not Marinette's or any other victims responsibility, and makes it clear that her victims have no moral obligation to forgive her for a lifetime of torment.

Assuming those bars are both met I wouldn't care one way or another, Unfortunately although that bar is set so low its literally underground... it's nonetheless a bar I don't believe the show would be willing/able to clear if it came to it (for structural and formulaic reasons). So I'm Happy with where Revolution left Chloe's character-arc... but deeply afraid that the Reset Button of the Wish has already been pressed and Chloe Stans might get their dreaded redemption arc anyway.

[nerdygaymormon]

I’m planning to come out as bisexual to my parents when I move out, and I’m planning to use a letter so I’m not subjected to their initial negative emotional response. I plan to work on this letter for a few months and incorporate scripture and revelation into it so they can hopefully see that it’s not bad for me to be gay. They’re kinda homophobic rn, but I don’t think they realise how negative that is for the people around them. Do you have any sources you could recommend for me to quote/reference in the letter?

I can tell you care a lot about your parents. Not only do you plan to come out in your letter and share your feelings and journey, you want to help your parents to progress towards acceptance and to embrace you. It's very thoughtful.

One suggestion I have is in the letter, coach them on the way to respond. This is new for them.

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Here's 4 main points the Church teaches regarding queer people:

Feelings of same-sex attraction aren’t a choice; they’re nobody’s fault

These attractions aren’t sinful

You don’t need to change your orientation

You are welcome in the Church exactly as you are

For a lot of LDS parents, these basic points still need to be understood and absorbed. There's nothing wrong with you being bi

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You hope they'll celebrate and support the child they have, not the child they wish they had. Their child is amazing!

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Now that I'm out, I bet you’ll think of past conversations or comments and jokes that you made and realize how those could have hurt. It’s not too late to apologize. You’ll probably think of different things I've said and done from the time I was little up to the present and understand them in a whole new way, you’ll see my orientation has always been there.

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An important role for parents is being your child’s advocate and protector. Speak up when you hear homophobic things. Even if it’s “Hey, these are real people you’re talking about and that was unkind.” To the person feeling attacked, remaining silent doesn’t come across as neutral, it feels like you agree.

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Life can be difficult for LGBT people because of cultural and societal impediments. Imagine if the things the Church teaches about LGBT people and the restrictions it imposes on them were instead said and required of you. Would you feel welcome? Especially when told again and again that marrying and having a family is the only way to happiness…unless you’re gay, then just don’t, spend your life alone. What message does that send? What would heaven even look like for you?

The gospel is supposed to be “good news,” but too often it isn’t if you’re queer. Delete all the positive things about this church that involves family or romantic relationships and what's left? Pretty sobering, right?

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For LGBT Mormons, the normal path is to come out and then quickly leave the Church, and there’s good reason for that. I know it’s hard to hear that the church you love and believe in can be so toxic to your child. Try imagining the experience of church from my perspective. All the negative things I've heard about people like me, of how having a family is the greatest joy except it’s forbidden for me. Add a bunch of talk about being under the influence of Satan when that has nothing to do with it.

I know many members hope and pray for their loved one to stay in the church, but they don't consider the price. Queer people who stay often have mental health challenges such as depression and anxiety disorder, they have high rates of feeling suicidal and high rates of attempting suicide. They have low self-esteem. Most have the symptoms of PTSD. Is this is the life that parents want for their child? I hope not.

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Continue to invite me to important family events, let me decide whether I want to attend the ones of a religious nature. Baptisms, mission homecomings and weddings are important milestones in a person’s life, and so they’ll be important to me. I know church is part of your life and it’s fine to talk about it a bit, but don’t go on and on about random happenings in your ward.

Be supportive and encouraging of the important moments in my life, even if they’re at odds with what your church teaches. Please don't wonder if this will show you're "endorsing" things you don't believe in, once you pull out that sword of righteousness it can be used to sever and kill relationships.

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Resources:

You may as well begin with the LDS Church's website about same-sex attraction. It will be the resource they trust the most. It's not a horrible site. I don't think it offers much to queer people, but it has some answers and ways of framing things that could be helpful for parents, especially those who for the first time are thinking seriously about the topic.

I think the Family Acceptance Project’s pamphlet for LDS families is excellent. It presents a lot of science and best practices together with quotes from LDS leaders. You can either order a copy of the pamphlet and include it with your letter, or provide a link (or print out) to the PDF of the pamphlet

This is a TedTalk that speaks about some of the reasons why Nature creates homosexuals, and some of the differences in people who are LGBT compared to the rest of the population. It references numerous scientific studies but explains them in layman’s terms. I think it would give your parents a new way to think of things, things they never considered

Dr. Bill Bradshaw is a BYU researcher/professor and former mission president, he put together a document where he summarizes a lot of the research that shows LGBTQ orientations are biologic, not a choice or caused by parenting or cultural influences

Family Fellowship Support Group on Facebook is here to help you better understand how to parent your gay child, or for gay Mormons it teaches how to build a community of support:

Listen Learn & Love is a website by Richard Ostler (affectionately called Papa Ostler by the LDS LGBT community). He's a former bishop who has made loving LGBT Mormons his ministry. He does a podcast, has many resources available. In fact, he has a book that I think is especially useful for true believing members who haven't thought much about queer topics.

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For you, I suggest you learn about setting boundaries. How do you state the boundaries, how do you maintain them, what are examples of language to use when setting a boundary? Think about areas you may want to draw a boundary. While at first it could feel difficult, it will help create a better relationship by avoiding areas where you won't agree or which will cause emotional distress or anger.

[furiousgoldfish]

thank you for everything, dear. i found this blog relatively long ago and its helped me so so much. its awful to know other people are suffering as much as i am, yet its calming to know that im not alone in this.

i just turned 18, so, sadly, anything i could do against my abusive parent(s) isnt achievable anymore. i dont know if its the same in other places, but in my experience here in Spain, professionals just tell you its 'not that bad' and to 'deal with it and get out once you turn 18', as if things were that easy.

im suffering a lot, god knows the things ive been through, but im still here. you, and everyone reading this, we're still here. we're here, and we're here for each other too.

hopefully, one day, the world will realize that abuse is something much much worse than they think. hopefully, one day, they'll actually help us instead of walking past us as if we don't exist.

Thank you for this message! You're not alone, there's certainly a lot of us, sadly, in the same boat. I love your message of solidarity to everyone reading, we're all still here, and we're standing together, fighting for trauma to be recognized.

The end of this ask really hit me, because that's exactly how I feel too, we're ignored as kids, as if it's nothing bad happening to us, and then once we're adults with real consequences, they walk past us as if we don't exist, like we're not a part of society. We're people! We've been abandoned to predators and carry damage, and this doesn't make us less important, we have the right to fight for a safe life for us, and for future generations of children. We want our trauma to be acknowledged, not only for our sake, but for any future instance of abuse as well, so it's prevented, so it's understood that it comes with devastating consequences for the victim.

I don't think there's nothing you can do, if there's a past of 18 years of abuse, the statue of limitations doesn't run out as soon as you hit 18. It's decades of abuse and they're still responsible for all these crimes. I don't understand the court system well enough to say if it's worth pursuing, but nothing can erase 18 years of torture and even if you don't sue them, you can tell everyone, disown them, go public with their abuse, and just send a lot of vitriol their way.

Professionals sadly tell the exact same things where I live, I stopped listening to them. Escaping abusive parents is a feat that takes a lot of planning, preparation, emotional pain and help, and it's not done fast or easy. I hope one day you get all that you need to get away, and succeed. You deserve a safe, happy life.

[cherrywoes]

— 𝖙𝖜𝖔.

— 𝓪𝓭 𝓶𝓮��𝓲𝓸𝓻𝓪.

FOUR YEARS HAD GONE by since you had vanished. To Oikawa Tooru, that had been a lifetime; he had gone through a lifetime's worth of misery, at the very least, in those handful of years that you were probably off with an adoptive family.

He had tried to find you, of course. But once his true devil powers had embedded themselves into his body, unrestrained from the age caveat that God had set upon him, he had become a monster in more ways than one. And that wasn't something he wanted to subject you to.

His human form was nice, of course, he'd give it that. It was almost worth the trouble of dealing with mortal girls; after all, his needs weren't exactly being fulfilled when he was wandering the human world. It didn't stop him from destroying the girls he was with, however—they refused second rounds and were downright terrified to sleep with him once they'd had a taste of him.

Oikawa Tooru didn't do gentle.

"Another one running for the hills?" Iwaizumi Hajime watched as his latest fling slowly picked up her cheap lingerie from the floor, the scraps torn and ripped at the seams. Her flesh was littered with bruises and scrapes and bites, the imprint of Oikawa's fingers upon her throat livid and purple and painful. "You can't just do that to every girl you come across that doesn't know who you are."

Oikawa shrugged loosely from his place at the foot of his bed. He'd tossed on a pair of sweats when he'd finished with the girl, Maya or something, and healed her just enough to send her walking out the door. Iwaizumi was lucky he'd even decided to put pants on at all.

"They haven't stopped coming yet." He smiled wickedly and reached for his vape on the nightstand. Oddly enough he couldn't stand straight nicotine. "They'll just keep getting worse."

Iwaizumi grunted and took a seat on his couch. He was aware of Oikawa's issue with his temperamental devil side, had known about it since they were children. It had been almost like a switch had been flipped one day, out of the blue. He'd never spoken about what exactly had happened, but he seemed to mull over it often when he thought no one was looking or between rounds of beating his opponents into the ground.

Looking more closely as his friend blew smoke out through his nostrils, a combination of diluted nicotine and the unholy brimstone in his lungs, he could see dark rings underneath his eyes.

"Have you been sleeping?"

"Mm?" Oikawa raised his eyebrows and reached up to ruffle his disheveled hair. "Not lately. The bad guy's acting up again."

The 'bad guy' was, in a sense, Oikawa's true form. Or, at least, the truest version he could be refined down to. The only time Iwaizumi had been privy to seeing it was during a particularly bad time in Oikawa's life, over two years after the incident that turned him into the beast he was now. He would never forget the terrible monstrosity his friend had become.

And it was only getting worse. Iwaizumi watched as his friend got up and fumbled for his seal kit, haphazardly putting together the rune brush and witch blade. After his first outburst, he'd taken to sealing his devil down as far as he could get it without forsaking it completely. So far the seals had held and kept him docile, if not slightly high at all times, but lately he'd noticed Oikawa seemed more alert and fine tuned to everyone around him.

"Here." Oikawa handed him the blade and motioned to the only unmarked section of his body: his left pectoral. He had drowned the rest in intricate scrolling linework dotted with the occasional decorative snake and panther, scarred to be permanent and inked over to hold the seal. "Do it."

It was the first time he'd ever asked him to do it before.

Iwaizumi accepted the blade with a narrowed gaze. "Why do you want me to do it? Don't you usually do it?"

"Yes. And I would have." Oikawa's eyes were unusually bright in the darkness as he regarded his friend. "But lately they've become immune to my magic, so I figured you would be a good buffer to set me right for a bit."

Iwaizumi could see the devil lurking in his aura. With a sigh, he got up and waved Oikawa to lay down on the couch. "You know, Shittykawa, we've been friends forever and I still don't know why you're like this."

"And if I have my way, you never will," he replied with a hard edge to his voice. "Get to carving."

He sighed and lifted the blade to his skin. Oikawa seemed oblivious to the pain he should be in from his heavy hand. He stared at the ceiling and drummed his fingers to a beat only he could hear, oddly mimicking the pattern of a heart, and vanished into a world of his own creation. Iwaizumi could see him zone out and relax. Whatever he was imagining it had also calmed the devil down to the point he had a hard time sensing it.

Interesting.

When he was finished and had followed the pattern with an ink seal, Oikawa snapped out of it and his devil was present again like a third entity in the room.

"Thanks, Iwa." He rolled his shoulder and got up off the couch. Blood ran down his chest and he didn't seem to care, just swiped at it with a stray shirt and tossed it into a laundry basket. He then reached for a bottle of whiskey he had on his desk, uncorking it and taking a deep swig. "So what were you here for? Other than to make remarks about my sexual proclivities of course."

"Right." Iwaizumi had almost forgotten. He pulled out his phone and unlocked it, scrolling to a text message and tossing it to Oikawa. He caught it effortlessly, the devil's reflexes more accurate than usual. "There's a match tomorrow night, midnight. The betting pool is pretty high. I figured you would be interested."

"You'd be right." They both listened to his hookup slam the door down in the stairwell; Iwaizumi with a grimace and Oikawa with a dark smirk. "She didn't do the job so a fight would do me some good."

Iwaizumi raised an eyebrow in disbelief. "Sex didn't do anything for your temper? That's new."

"Yeah." His brows furrowed in thought and suddenly he was far away again, somewhere Iwa couldn't reach him. "A lot of things are new lately."

"Tooru, what's really got you wound up like this?"

Oikawa blinked at the sound of his first name. He almost seemed offended but thought better of the first thing he wanted to say and regarded Iwaizumi with a long stare.

He almost thought he would give in and tell him.

And then the devil made him close up, his eyes hardening like chips of ice. He took another swig of his whiskey.

Iwa: 0. Devil: 1.

"Guess not." He patted his thighs and Oikawa tossed him his phone back. "Well, I'm gone. Let me know if you need anything."

Again, he seemed on the verge of asking; but every time the devil stopped him.

"I will," Oikawa said, instead, a fake smile erupting across his face. Iwaizumi hated it. "Have a good night, Iwa."

He gave him a two fingered salute and headed for the door, locking it behind him.

Oikawa tapped his fingers against the glass bottle and drained the rest of it in one go, slamming it down on the desk with a frustrated sigh.

The devil didn't want just any random girl.

It wanted [Name].

He had tried to put her out of his head and had succeeded for the most part. He didn't deserve her, even if she had left like he didn't matter. He would drown his sorrows in whiskey or the most potent vodka he could find. And if that didn't work, he went to taking his frustrations out on the women he took to bed. But not even that was riding over the devil now.

The devil plagued him with dreams of [Name] in that field as if it had just been hours ago and not five years. It was just as obsessive over her as he was and time had not changed that. It just made it worse.

Oikawa almost pitied himself. He was pining over a girl he wasn't even sure wanted anything to do with him anymore.

With a hard rub of his eyes, he headed to the bathroom to clean up his seal and, hopefully, manage to deal with the devil for another day.

But things, unfortunately, were never always that simple.

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[the-true-earthshaker]

Dearest Father Earthshaker,

I come to you with troubling news. It seems my father has learned of my change and my escape to Mossheart's clan. He has sent his familiar, a Crumbling Goblin, to me with a message I will transcribe for you here.

"Diamonddust, my traitorous daughter, your actions have brought shame to our clan and our Father. I am sending two of our scouts to collect you and your worthy children (writer's note: he means any that are Snappers) and bring you back to camp, where you will be punished accordingly. Your children, my grandchildren, will remain here and brought up in the way our Father intended using our traditions as guides."

I know not what I can do, Father Earthshaker. I cannot return, or allow my hatchlings to be taken, but if I turn away the collection party surely he will react with violence...

-Diamonddust

Oh, never fear! The goblin warned me of this. The two scouts are... turned around, shall we say? I don't think they'll find you any time soon.

Your father is going to have what I call a Teachable Moment. Hopefully, he will come out of that situation having learned many lessons about loving and respecting his family and his clan, and building foundations on love instead of fear. I do think your eldest brother might be getting a promotion very soon, irregardless of lessons learned.

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