#i was looking for proof that this happened and i actually posted some tiktoks right after finding out and im like

[hrrtshape]

How to stop checking 3d no glue no borax

how to stop checking 3d?? no glue, no borax, no spiritual snake oil, just the facts.

right, so, you want out. you want to stop checking 3d like it’s a stock market crash, like it’s a renaissance painting where, if you just squint hard enough, the divine truth will reveal itself. you want to stop, but you keep doing it, and now you’re here, which means you are both self-aware and in trouble. let’s fix that.

let’s diagnose. checking 3d, whether compulsive, casual, or full-tilt existential crisis, is a symptom. you are looking for proof. confirmation. a wink from the universe that everything is working, that your assumptions are correct, that the metaphysical postman hasn’t lost your order. it’s like shaking a polaroid before it develops: you think you’re helping, but you’re just interfering.

here’s the brutal truth, courtesy of every dead philosopher worth their salt: reality doesn’t care if you check. schrodinger’s cat is going to be what it’s going to be whether you pry open the box or not. your job, if you actually want to stop checking, is to stop thinking you’re the forensic analyst of your own existence. because you’re not. you are the architect. and architects don’t micromanage bricks. they draw the plans and trust the builders.

so, the method. no glue, no borax, no manifesting mala beads necessary. just strategy.

i , replace the action :  every time you catch yourself checking, do something else. immediately. drink water. text a friend. recite some poetry (preferably by someone dramatic, like plath or pound). make this a rule: if you check, you must also perform an arbitrary task, like doing a plank or translating a sentence into latin. you won’t like this. that’s the point. your brain will get bored and stop the cycle.

ii , reframe the impulse :  checking is a power move in reverse. you are telling the universe you don’t trust it. that’s embarrassing. stop doing that. act like someone who already has what they want, because people who have what they want do not spend their free time poking at the logistics of their own happiness like it’s a faulty ikea table.

iii , refuse to engage with time :  checking is a byproduct of impatience. impatience is a byproduct of thinking time is linear and oppressive instead of weird and malleable. ignore time. pretend it doesn’t exist. pretend you are a 14th-century aristocrat who has never seen a clock and moves exclusively by candlelight and gut instinct. the more you detach from time, the less you will care about what happens when.

iv , control your narrative intake :  what you consume, you become. if you’re constantly reading anxious forum posts and scrolling through tiktok videos of people catastrophising, congratulations, you’re marinating in doubt. stop it. read things that make you feel powerful. read war strategy. read virginia woolf. read a single wikipedia article on some obscure form of combat and let your brain steep in the idea that you are the general, not the foot soldier.

v , become so interesting that you forget to check :  this is the most important step. if your reality is boring, you will check on it like a neglected houseplant. make your life impossible to check on. fill it with distractions so lush and decadent that you forget to care. become the person who is too busy living to investigate. read difficult books. learn weird skills. get obsessed with something obscure and ridiculous (medieval astronomy, japanese joinery, renaissance poison recipes). make your brain so occupied with living that it forgets to spiral.

last thing, and this is crucial: trust like it’s your job. because it is. trust is not passive. trust is an active, radical decision. the moment you commit to trusting, fully, unflinchingly, with the audacity of a gambler pushing all their chips forward, you become untouchable.

so go. don’t check. do something better.

[lizzyus]

Death Doesn't Exists

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 Everybody knows that when you die, your body dies. But, what's after that? Is there a heaven? Is there a god? Or it's just... nothing?

this was a personal theory, until yesterday I read a post of "Reyna" in shiftok (I love her).

˙⋆✮ Well, if you're part of shifting community or manifesting community you may know the concept "I am state / void state". If you don't know what it is, there you go:

The "I am state / Void state" Is the state where you're pure consciousness. Your body it's not you, your consciousness is. So it's basically you in pure consciousness and the state where you're god, where you can manifest anything instantly or shift instantly. The void state feels peaceful, like you're in a very calm lake, floating. You also won't feel your body, and you won't experience 3D/CR (this world) emotions. Like fear, anger, doubts, etc. Just pure calm.

What do I wanna say with this? Well...

As I said before, when you die, your body does, not YOU (your consciousness). Cause it's basically impossible for it to just disappear or die. You can access the void state when leaving your body and letting go the 3D world. So, guess what is probably happen when you die. Yes, you enter the void state.

As I explained, void state is basically you in your most pure form. And you may be asking "then how does it look?" "What's inside the void?" "What's gonna happen?" or stuff like that. I'll try to answer some of those.

˙⋆✮ . "What does it look like?"

The void state it's called void state for something, right? So it's basically a void, nothing. BUT, you can choose how would it look. Maybe stars, a galaxy, a bright or dark void, a whole planet, etc. Whatever you want. It will look exactly how you thought it would.

˙⋆✮ . "What happens next?"

You can choose what happens next. As I said before, the void state is basically your god form where you can manifest anything instantly or shift instantly. So you can manifest your void and what happens after.

If you believe in reborn, you'll reborn as someone. If you believe in heaven and think you deserve to go to heaven, then it will happen. If you believe you deserve going to hell, then a hell will be created. If you believe in shifting, you'll probably choose a whole new reality to live. It's gonna happen whatever you choose. It's limitless.

So, basically... when you die, you enter the void state.

this info made me realize that there's nothing to fear. If you mind the pain before dying, I believe you leave your body before experiencing the pain, so you avoid it. You'll watch your body outside, like you're watching a movie and then enter void.

So, there's nothing to fear. You can live the same life you once lived if you decide to, as if it's a second chance. This is why I think death it's a need, where you recognise your power, your eternity, and who you are.

There's is nothing to fear, live freely.

I've learned some of this topic from Reyna in tiktok, so all the credits to her. But I wanted to share this with my words, beliefs, and perception. Also, thanks to her for actually proofing my theory, it's not like she knew I had one, but her info cleared my mind so well.

happy shifting! <3

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[badgalsasuke]

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT2Dmkhjv/

Hey! I saw this tiktok and I was just so mad because I felt like they were taking these scenes out of context and just disregarding the other things that clearly showed that Sasuke has no interest in her. I wanted to know your thoughts on it too.

Hi anon!

Alright let's see it, some of this are true, some are filler and some are egregiously taken out of context.

Here, during Gaara's attack against Konoha, Sasuke is putting Sakura in the hands of Pakkun after Gaara attacked her and rendered her unconscious. At this point Sasuke still cared for her as his teammate, it wouldn't be until he wakes up from his coma after Itachi comes back that he stops caring about her.

Here the two panels at the bottom are filler so they don't matter. However, the two panels at the top are taken out of context.

Sasuke was buried by Kakashi during the bell test and Sakura who found him got scared and fainted.

Once Sasuke manages to get out of the hole he was in, he wakes Sakura who hugs him unexpectedly. I've discussed in another ask how SS shippers like to use this moment as "proof" of Sasuke having a secret crush on Sakura, you can check it here if you haven't seen it. Anyway, as you can see Sasuke tells Sakura to let him go (he always does that when Sakura is touching him) and when Sakura tries to get closer to him under the guise of working together to get the bells, Sasuke changes his demeanor and gets pretty hostile with her, rejecting her offer.

Let's keep going. Here Sasuke is smiling at Naruto and it's pretty obvious, I mean he's looking at his left and who is at his left? Naruto, even in the anime you see Sasuke looking at Naruto. But SS shippers have been trying very hard since the chapter came out years ago to convince people Sasuke was looking at Sakura lol

Okay, this one is funny. The first two images you see correspond to chapter 632. But the two at the bottom are from Gaiden.

Sasuke does react like that to Sakura's strength. Later alongside Naruto, he saves Sakura from the crature that appears after the dust settles. It's a cute team 7 moment mostly from Sakura's perspective because right away Sasuke turns his full attention to Naruto who does the same.

Moving to the images from the bottom, the most egregious ones. Sasuke isn't smiling at Sakura, he's smiling at Sarada who is fighting with the Sharingan activated for the first time since she's awaken it. It's Sarada who's hitting the ground and attacking all those clones, not Sakura.

I don't think the person who posted that Tiktok was trying to post about some "Uchiha family" moments or trying to create parallels between the way Sasuke "looks at Sakura" and the way he looks at Sarada because because they don't mention that in the image or in the tiktok. I think they're just being dishonest pretending it's teenage Sasuke looking at teenage Sakura and then adult Sasuke looking at adult Sakura.

For this last one, I don't remember if it's from Sakura's novel or one of Sasuke's novels but it's filler either way, of a scene describing their first kiss that only happens in filler.

EDIT: I’ve been informed in the comments that this image is actually fanart from one of the animators LOL

In canon they've never kissed. As we see in Gaiden, it is implied twice Sakura has never received a kiss from Gaiden. The first time when Sarada asks, Sakura changes the topic after making a sad face. The second time is more in your face because it's Sasuke literally rejecting Sakura in our faces. Isn't funny how the tiktok avoided Gaiden altogether except from the two images they took out context? lol

[accio-victuuri]

year-end sugar rush round up 🍭

it’s time for the last round up of 2023. we have made it through another year filled with clownery and love for the boys! as per my tradition in posting year end candy recaps, i am releasing early 31st cause i am gonna be busy with nye shows. i hope you enjoy looking through all the happiness the final month gave us. have a great new year’s eve everyone!!!

if you wanna look through the past months or year/s then go to this link. 🔗

i’m adding a little exercise to this post tho and ask you, what are your top 5 cpns of the year? please comment or reblog with your answers!

• The tattoo rumor resurfaces ( new clue? )

• Bowing to the crowd as thank you

• 13 fake rumors - from the vault

• potential wedding photoshoot and “superman can’t fly”

• not really cpn but a media account on tiktok posted a video of xz’s appearance in MBS. they used the tags related to xiao zhan for more views, but they included one that has wang yibo’s name on it. 😂 i know that they might have just chosen an already existing tag with xz and wyb name on it and forgot to edit it. but it’s still a funny incident.

• 12/3 ZSWW Fake Rumor ( pre singapore timeline )

• 12/4 fake story contribution ( wolf mates for life )

• Washing candies only make it sweeter

• An example of bjyx being an open secret ( sort of )

photos were going around of a yibo vcr played in a chanel annual meeting in china. we were all happy to see wyb lookin so good and fresh faced, but what we noticed is his top.

the style of top he was wearing (p1) is very similar to that of GG’s (p2) at the airport when he was flying back to Beijing. it’s probably because the weather is getting colder so they wear this instead of their usual esspensive t-shirts?

the point is it’s kind of like the same-style in a close timeframe from each other. so it seems like their tastes in casual clothes are still very close.

• 12/7/23 Candies ( GQ MOTY + XZS Singapore vlog)

• The GQ MOTY hat was a gift from XZ 🤍 // Part two : I have to say that this has become a favorite one among cpns and has become notorious since so/os from both sides are trying so desperately to wash it. those on xz’s side using rocco’s 227 kadian to dispute everything even if it was their fault they were called out while xz was busy working his ass of shooting LOCH. this is just a reminder that the celebrity is not equal to their fans. whatever drama both sides do to each other, has nothing to do with us and does not reflect the boy’s relationship. 🤍

• Coffee from Singapore CPN ☕️

• All the things that happened Monday Morning of 12/11 which includes the magazine covers, pants, xz going online for a moment etc.

• xiao zhan’s snowman ⛄️

• The fact that WYB was wearing the bone necklace tho hidden during his BAZAAR photoshoot. The ones in focus were of course Chanel, but those who pay attention will see it. A proof of how special it is. Imagine WYB being bare faced and only had stuff that he actually needs, and he decided to keep the necklace on.

• Not exactly CPN but more of a similarity i love to see. cause Shandong Satellite TV decided to air BAH right after SBMS! We love to see their works not only be shown in online platforms, but also in satellite TV stations.

• Candy Throwback : Alexander Mcqueen shoes, Nike off white & WYB’s missing mole

• 12/15 double attack of stock photos from XZS and YBO. The black and white theme! Anytime these two decide to give us some update is a happy day!

• Du Hua describes WYB’s looks as that of a rabbit

• Tencent Video All Star Night CPNs 💛

• 12/19 they both went back to Beijing. ZZ was in Shanghai to film and WYB also filmed CCTV stage. The thing is WYB started filming at 2:00 AM and then he was back at the airport to leave at 10:00 AM. They both arrived to BJ so close to each other. CPN is they tried really hard to be back home & be together that day ♥️

• throwback cpn : wyb prepares xz’s room in hengdian (2021)

• their studios posting so close together for winter solstice! tho wyb’s is a preview for his new single, ybo still greeted people.

• Winter solstice CPNs ( WYB’s song preview and GG’s photoset )

• Clowning about a possible secret message from a 9key code

• “Everything is lovely” similarity from xzs caption and yibo’s new single and more clues like a possible connection to an lrlg post & what looks like a rabbit and character for ox.

• black and yellow similarity!

• 12/26 WYB EP cpn post ( teaser lyrics )

• FAE : Free and Easy sweater

• Same style of editing between XZS and YBO who we all know are dating ☺️☺️☺️

• 12/28 candies

• Marie Claire x Xiao Zhan issue 🍭🍬

• Yibo’s new singles : Bystander & Everything is Lovely

• LRLG 12/30 translation and short commentaries

• LRLG responding to cpf comments

• Wang Wang Xianbei 😂😂😂😂

• Similar clothes and Participating in the same single for a nye song

That’s all for now, See you next year!!!! ❤️💛💚

[am0ralexis]

Just A Fan -Part Two- (fluff/comfort) 🩷❤️‍🩹

The rest of the stream blurred into something dreamlike.

You stayed on call with him while he played, half-watching the game, half-reading chat, but mostly just watching him. Every time he glanced over at your cam—smiling like it physically hurt him to keep it in—you felt your chest cave in a little more.

When he finally ended stream, it was 4 a.m. for you, and you were swaying from exhaustion, but you didn’t want to log off. Not yet. Not when the high of it was still in your veins.

“You should sleep,” he said, voice softer now that the cameras were off.

You mumbled, “So should you…”

He grinned. “Nah, I’m riding the serotonin wave. I just hard-launched my girlfriend in front of 30k people. That’s wild.”

You laughed, groggy. “You’re wild.”

Then, quieter: “You really don’t care about the backlash?”

He looked at you for a long beat, then said, “I care if it hurts you. That’s it.”

Your throat tightened. You wished you could crawl through the screen.

Instead, you whispered, “I feel like I’m dreaming.”

“You’re not.”

“How do you know?”

He tilted his head, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Because if this were a dream, I’d say something cooler than this.”

“…Like what?”

He paused, grinning like a little shit. “I’d say I’m flying you out next month.”

You blinked. “You’d wh—”

“I’m serious.”

Your heart skipped.

“I mean, if you want to. I know it’s a lot. But I wanna see you. Not through a screen. I wanna take you to some dumb arcade and buy you overpriced churros and be stupid in person.”

You couldn’t breathe.

“You want me to fly out?”

“I want you,” he said simply. “The rest is logistics.”

You tried to find words. Failed.

Then typed, just to get it out before your brain combusted:

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you:

i want to see you too

so bad

i’d do it tomorrow if i could

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He smiled at his screen like you handed him the moon.

“Then let’s start planning. Tomorrow.”

A pause.

“Tonight, though…” He yawned into his sleeve. “You sleep. Dream about me.”

You snorted. “So cocky.”

“Manifesting,” he teased. “Manifest a kiss, too.”

You grinned, cheeks warm. “Goodnight, Alex.”

He leaned in close to the cam like you were right there. “Goodnight, baby.”

And when the call finally ended, the silence didn’t feel lonely.

It felt full.

You started planning the trip the next day.

It was clumsy at first—him sending you flight comparison links with captions like “these prices are actually a hate crime,” you nervously double-checking your passport even though you weren’t going international. You talked dates, airport pickup plans, where you’d stay (you awkwardly offered to get a hotel, and he immediately replied, “absolutely not, you’re staying with me, don’t insult me like that.”)

It felt like a dream made of calendar invites and TikToks of people packing for long-distance meetups.

Until Twitter caught wind again.

It started slow—someone reposted a clip from the stream, captioned “I can’t believe he’s dating a fan lmaooo”—and it spiraled. Again.

Threads popped up. Screenshots. People dissecting your old tweets, theorizing about your “real intentions.” Someone even posted a blurry photo of you from years ago, calling it “proof” you were just clout-chasing and waiting for your moment.

You tried not to look. You really did.

But you saw one that stuck.

“Imagine ruining a whole career ‘cause you wanted your parasocial fantasy to come true. Gross.”

You didn’t cry right away.

You just closed the app. Then Discord. Then everything else.

When Alex noticed you hadn’t responded in hours, he messaged you.

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quackity:

You good?

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You didn’t answer.

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quackity:

Babe. What happened?

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Still nothing.

Five minutes passed. Then ten.

Then you heard your phone vibrate with a Discord call.

You stared at the screen.

Incoming call: Alex

You didn’t pick up.

But he didn’t hang up, either. He stayed on the line until it timed out.

And then he tried again.

The third time, you finally answered, not even looking presentable—eyes puffy, hoodie half-zipped, voice rough when you mumbled, “Hey…”

His face filled the screen. He looked worried.

“Talk to me,” he said.

“I’m fine,” you lied.

“No, you’re not.”

You chewed your lip. “People are saying—”

“I know what they’re saying,” he cut in, firm but gentle. “And I don’t care. Do you hear me? I. Don’t. Care.”

You laughed bitterly. “Easy for you to say. You’re not the one they’re calling a manipulative bitch.”

“I’m the one who chose you,” he shot back. “They’re calling me delusional. They think I’m stupid, or brainwashed, or that I’ll ‘wake up’ and regret this. But I know who you are. And I don’t regret a goddamn thing.”

You didn’t respond.

He softened.

“Don’t let strangers write your story. Not when we’re just getting to the good part.”

Silence hung.

Then he added, “If you need time before the trip, we’ll wait. But I want you here. When you’re ready. Not when they say it’s okay.”

You wiped your face. “What if I never am?”

“Then I’ll keep calling. Every night. Until you believe you’re worth showing up for.”

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The week before the trip, you were glowing.

Not literally (though your skin was cooperating for once), but in that weightless, nervous, butterflies-in-your-stomach kind of way. The kind that made you stare at your suitcase three times a day like it might unpack itself. You double-checked your flight confirmation. You packed, repacked, unpacked again.

Every night, Alex called you. Sometimes for hours. Sometimes just to say goodnight.

Once, you told him you were scared the second you landed, he’d look at you in real life and realize it was all a mistake.

He looked directly into the camera, dead serious.

“If I ever do that, I give you full permission to smack me in the face with your suitcase.”

You laughed so hard you choked.

It was easy to believe him, then.

It was easy to feel like maybe—just maybe—you deserved this.

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The airport was chaos, but you didn’t care.

Your hoodie smelled like home, your playlist was queued, and when you sat in your seat—window, just like you requested—you finally let yourself feel the full-body thrill of it.

You were going to meet him.

The boy who didn’t treat you like a fan.

The boy who called you beautiful when you weren’t wearing makeup.

The boy who told thousands of people on stream that he loved you.

You snapped a quick pic of the clouds mid-takeoff, not to post—just to send to him later.

But out of habit, you clicked the Twitter app.

It opened. You saw your name trending.

And before you could stop yourself, your thumb tapped.

The first tweet had a screenshot of your old post from two years ago—some dumb, out-of-context joke about “marrying a streamer to get free merch.” The caption read:

“Don’t say we didn’t warn y’all. This girl’s been scheming from the start. This is what manipulation looks like.”

The next was worse.

“She’s deleting tweets now. Classic damage control. Don’t worry, we’ve got everything saved. If y’all won’t expose her, I will. Dox drop coming soon.”

Your lungs went tight.

You couldn’t feel your hands.

The plane was still ascending but it felt like falling. Fast.

Your heart hammered, your throat closing up as the thoughts swarmed in:

They think I’m dangerous. They think I planned this. They think I’m a liar, a leech, a fake—

You pressed your fingers against your temples, trying to breathe, trying to shrink into your seat, trying not to cry where people could see.

But it was happening anyway.

You were shaking.

And then—buzz.

Your phone.

A Discord notification. From him.

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Alex:

Still thinking about how you’re gonna be here in a few hours. You’re insane for actually coming. I’m so excited. I can’t wait to hold you.

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You stared at the message through watery eyes.

And something in you broke.

But not in the way it had before.

Not the way that made you hide.

This time, it was anger. Righteous, exhausted, earned.

You were done letting strangers narrate your life like it was a scandal they had to solve.

You were a girl on a plane.

You were flying toward someone who loved you.

And no tweet could change that.

You typed with shaky fingers:

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you:

I saw some stuff. Almost had a panic attack.

But I’m okay.

I’m still coming.

No one’s taking this from me.

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He replied almost instantly.

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Alex:

That’s my girl.

I’ve got you.

Let them talk.

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The second you stepped off the plane, your stomach flipped.

Not from fear this time—just adrenaline, thick and electric in your blood. You were here. Really here.

You followed the crowd through the terminal, heart hammering, eyes darting through every group of waiting people like he might suddenly appear between them.

And then—

There he was.

Hood up. Beanie on. Unmistakably him.

Alex stood just past the security barrier, fidgeting with his phone. He looked up the moment he saw you, and everything—everything—else faded.

You dropped your bag and ran.

He caught you in his arms like he’d been waiting to do it for years.

He held you so tight your feet left the ground, and you buried your face in his shoulder, not even caring about the airport noise or the stares or the tears springing to your eyes again.

“I missed you,” you mumbled, even though you’d never met before.

“I know,” he said softly. “I missed you too.”

It didn’t feel like a first meeting.

It felt like home.

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In the car, though, something shifted.

Alex had one hand on the wheel, the other wrapped tightly around yours, like he was scared you’d disappear if he let go. His thumb brushed yours absently, but his jaw was tight, eyes straight ahead.

He hadn’t said much since the airport.

You glanced over. “You okay?”

He let out a long breath.

Then, quietly—but sharp:

“I’m so fucking pissed.”

Your heart skipped. “What happened?”

He pulled into a gas station and put the car in park. Hands still on the wheel, knuckles white.

“They did it,” he muttered. “Those freaks on Twitter. They actually fucking doxxed you.”

Your stomach dropped.

“I tried to keep it away from you until you landed,” he said, voice low but shaking. “I thought maybe it’d fizzle out. But they’re sharing your city. Your old posts. That photo of you at your high school graduation. Someone even posted your mom’s Facebook.”

You went still.

He finally looked at you. His face was stormy, eyes dark with fury—but behind all of that was something else. Guilt. Fear.

“I’m so sorry,” he said. “I shouldn’t’ve let this happen. I thought if I came forward—if I made it real—people would stop treating you like some… like some groupie. But now it’s worse.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat.

“It’s not your fault,” you whispered.

But he shook his head. “I should’ve protected you. Not put you in their line of fire.”

You leaned over the console and took his face in your hands.

“You did protect me,” you said, voice firmer this time. “You made me feel like a person again. You didn’t owe me that. But you gave it anyway.”

His eyes softened, mouth parted like he wanted to argue—but didn’t have the words.

“I’m scared,” you admitted. “But I’m more scared of losing this. Of losing you.”

He exhaled, then leaned in—forehead to yours, breath warm and steady.

“You’re not losing me,” he murmured. “Not now. Not ever.”

The car was quiet.

And even though the world outside was trying to ruin you—right here, in this moment, with his hands on yours and his voice low and certain—

You felt safe.

His place was quiet.

Not in a peaceful way. More like a silence thick with everything unsaid.

You walked in first, trying not to look like you were memorizing every detail: the soft couch, the posters on the wall, the faint smell of his shampoo lingering in the air. This was his space. And now it was yours, too—for a little while.

He dropped your bags inside the door and didn’t even take off his shoes. Just stood there, tense, eyes distant.

You turned around, ready to say something, but he beat you to it.

“Maybe I should just fucking quit.”

Your heart thudded. “What?”

He started pacing.

“I’m serious. What am I even doing? Streaming? For who? A bunch of psychos who think they know me? Who think they can dox you, scare you off, and I’ll just—what—keep pretending like everything’s fine?”

“Alex—”

“No,” he snapped, then caught himself, softer this time. “No. I mean… look at this. They’ve already crossed a line. What’s next? Showing up at your job? Calling your family? If this is the cost of being with me, I don’t want you to pay it.”

He ran a hand through his hair, voice cracking.

“I have the money. I could walk away. We could go anywhere. I’ll buy a stupid little house in the middle of nowhere. Make music. Paint dumb shit. Whatever. Just… be with you.”

You stepped forward slowly.

“Alex.”

He looked at you like you were the last thing anchoring him to the ground.

“You love this,” you said gently. “You love the chaos. The bits. The people who actually get you. Streaming makes you happy. Don’t throw that away because you’re angry.”

He swallowed hard. “I’m not just angry. I’m scared. You’re scared. I see it in your face.”

“I am scared,” you admitted. “But I’m not asking you to set your whole life on fire because of a few assholes on Twitter.”

You touched his hand.

“I want to be with you, yeah. But I want you to be happy too. And I know you’re not happy when you’re hiding. When you’re silent. That’s not who you are.”

He was quiet for a long time.

Then, voice low:

“I don’t want them to win.”

“They won’t,” you said. “Not if we don’t let them.”

Alex looked at you—really looked—and some of that panic started to melt from his shoulders. Just a little. Just enough.

“I don’t deserve you,” he murmured.

“You keep saying that,” you replied, “and I’m starting to think you do believe it.”

He gave a half-laugh, half-sigh. “Okay, therapist.”

You stepped closer. “You gonna listen to your therapist or what?”

He leaned in, resting his forehead against yours again.

“Only if she kisses me,” he whispered.

So you did.

And for a minute, neither of you said anything.

Because sometimes love sounded like silence in the right room. Like being held. Like choosing to stay.

You were asleep on his chest, finally calm, finally breathing evenly again. His hand rested gently on your back, thumb tracing soft, idle patterns. You looked peaceful. He knew how hard that was for you lately.

And maybe that’s what pushed him over the edge.

Because you shouldn’t have to fight this hard just to be loved. Not by him. Not by the internet.

So he slipped out from under you, careful not to wake you, and padded into the other room.

It was 3:14 a.m.

He opened Twitter.

Started a Space.

No warning. No title. Just went live.

It filled up fast—thousands pouring in, some thinking it was a joke, others bracing for drama.

He didn’t ease them in.

He was quiet for a second.

“I’m not doing a bit. Don’t ask. Don’t wait for a punchline.”

A pause.

“I’m doing this because I can’t fucking sleep. Because the person I love is asleep in the next room and I’m sitting here feeling like I failed her. And I’m tired of pretending it’s fine.”

His voice was tired, but sharp. Every word hit.

“You think you know me? You don’t. You know the parts I choose to show. And guess what? I chose her. Out of everyone. Out of everything.”

He sucked in a breath.

“And what did she get for it? Harassed. Doxxed. Lied about. Called a groomer—like what the fuck is wrong with you people?”

He laughed bitterly.

“She’s younger than me, by the way. Not that it matters. Because she didn’t manipulate me. She didn’t ‘trap’ me. She didn’t do shit but be sweet and weird and real. And you all lost your fucking minds.”

A pause.

“You ever think maybe she’s not the problem? Maybe you are? You treat streamers like toys. Like we’re here to entertain you and never be human. And then the second we are—when we feel something you weren’t prepared for—you turn on us like we owe you a refund.”

His voice cracked.

“She cried in my arms tonight. Because of you. And I don’t say this lightly, but some of you? Some of you should be fucking ashamed.”

It went quiet again. You could hear him shift, run a hand down his face.

“I’m not gonna stop streaming. Not yet. Not because of this. But I will start blocking every single person who treats her like shit. Every comment. Every snide little reply. Gone. I don’t care if you’ve been watching me for years. I don’t care if you made me fan art. I don’t care.”

“I pick her.”

Simple. Solid. Final.

Another pause. Softer now.

“I love her. Not a crush. Not a fling. Real shit. I’ve never been this sure of anything. And I’m not gonna hide it just to make you comfortable.”

“I hope she doesn’t wake up and see this trending. But if she does… I hope she hears this part.”

He cleared his throat.

“I love you. If you’re listening right now—go back to sleep. I’ve got you. I’ve got us.”

He ended the space with no goodbye.

Closed the app.

Then walked back into the room, climbed in beside you, and pulled you close like nothing else mattered.

Because right now, nothing else did.

You woke up to the soft hum of your phone buzzing on the nightstand. Over and over. Nonstop.

You groaned, half-asleep, stretching toward it without opening your eyes. Maybe it was your mom. Maybe it was Alex reminding you not to forget breakfast. Maybe—

Wait.

Why did you have hundreds of notifications?

You squinted at the screen, and your brain barely caught up with the numbers.

2 million followers.

Trending.

#WeLoveHer.

#AlexWasRight.

#RealOne.

“What the hell…”

You sat up fast, blanket falling off your shoulders. Your phone kept buzzing, Discord lighting up, Twitter refreshing with likes, quote tweets, fan edits, people saying thank you for being kind to him. For being human. For holding on.

Some were crying over the Space.

Some were apologizing.

Some were saying you gave them hope.

And you had no clue why.

You barely had time to process it before you heard footsteps down the hall. Then the door cracked open and he peeked in, messy hair, soft eyes, coffee in one hand.

“…You up?”

You stared at him, wide-eyed. “What did you do?”

Alex grinned, guilty and sweet. “You saw?”

“I saw that I somehow gained over a million followers while I was asleep. Alex, what—”

He walked over and handed you the coffee. Sat next to you, pulling you in gently with his arm around your shoulders.

“I just told them the truth.”

You blinked at him. “You went live?”

He shrugged. “Kinda. Twitter Space. I had some stuff I needed to say.”

“To two million people?”

“Technically like a hundred thousand live, but, y’know. Internet math.”

You stared at him, stunned, heart racing. “And now people are being… nice? Like—really nice. What did you say?”

He leaned in and kissed your temple, brushing your hair back.

“I said I loved you.”

Your whole chest caught.

“I told them I picked you. And that if they couldn’t handle that, they didn’t deserve to be here.”

You were quiet. Your lip trembled.

“Alex…”

“I meant it,” he said, brushing his thumb along your cheek. “I meant every word.”

You looked at your phone again. Saw people defending you. People crying over his voice cracking. People posting fanart of you two with captions like ‘this is real love’ and ‘the way he chose her…’

Your throat closed up, overwhelmed in the best way.

And for the first time in what felt like forever, you didn’t feel like you had to brace yourself for what came next.

Because this wasn’t just surviving anymore.

This was something real.

You leaned into his chest, eyes closed, smiling against his hoodie.

“I can’t believe you did that.”

“I’d do it again,” he murmured.

“…I love you too, you know.”

He kissed the top of your head.

“I know.”

The next few days felt like a blur of warmth and comfort, of being with him in a way that felt safe and real. The whole internet shift was still sinking in—you had never been more aware of the way people watched, analyzed, and even adored every moment of you both together. But what surprised you the most was how little Alex cared about it.

He was still the same. And in a way, it made you feel like maybe this wasn’t all just a fever dream.

He didn’t push for anything more than you could give. There were no expectations, no pressure to meet some fabricated idea of what a relationship should look like online. If anything, he gave you even more space to breathe, to relax, to just exist with him.

You spent your mornings in his apartment, the soft sun filtering through the windows as you both sat on his couch. You’d read, scroll through Twitter (which was now flooded with supportive messages), or play a game while he worked. Sometimes he’d make breakfast—something simple but thoughtful—and when the day would stretch on, he’d pull you in closer, his arm slung over the back of the couch or your legs draped across his. He didn’t need anything. Just you. Your presence.

And you loved it.

You loved how he didn’t rush anything. How he didn’t push boundaries or make you feel like your worth came from anything other than the way you were. Every time he kissed your forehead or held your hand, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

You never wanted to leave.

But the world outside his apartment—the buzz of constant attention, the noise of people who had suddenly turned into fans—was hard to ignore. The conversations at dinner, the occasional notification from your phone, the knowing glances from people who recognized you both. It was overwhelming at times, but Alex never let it get to him.

One evening, you sat together on the balcony of his apartment, the city skyline twinkling in the distance. The warm breeze ruffled your hair as you sipped on a drink, taking in the quiet moment of stillness between the chaos of the world.

“You know,” he said, his voice low, soft, “I’ve been doing this for years, but I’ve never felt like this before.”

You looked at him, raising an eyebrow. “Like what?”

“Like I actually have someone I can share this with.” He smiled at you, his eyes bright despite the exhaustion that clung to his body from the constant online attention. “Like, you’re real. And I’m not pretending anymore.”

You felt a lump form in your throat. “I’m real?” you echoed, your voice soft.

He nodded, leaning over to rest his forehead against yours. “Yeah. And I don’t want you to forget that. You’re everything I’ve wanted. And I don’t care about what anyone says.”

A knot that you didn’t even know existed loosened in your chest. The weight of the world seemed to slip off your shoulders for the first time in a long time.

“So, what now?” you asked, your voice quieter now.

He leaned back, eyes scanning the night sky. “Now? We just take it one day at a time. No rush. No pressure. Just us.”

You nodded slowly, a sense of peace settling over you as you sat there with him. The noise of the outside world seemed to quiet with every passing second, leaving just the two of you. And for the first time in a long time, it felt like the world was right where it needed to be.

No cameras. No expectations. Just you and him.

“I’m glad I came,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “I’m glad we did this.”

He smiled, his thumb gently brushing across the back of your hand. “Me too. More than you know.”

You stayed like that for hours, talking about everything and nothing. And when you finally went to bed, his arms wrapped around you, holding you close as you drifted off to sleep, you couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, this was exactly where you were supposed to be.

He didn’t care about the internet. He didn’t care about any of the noise. All he wanted was you. And for once, you didn’t have to pretend to be anything other than exactly who you were.

The power couple image was fun, sure. The attention was overwhelming, but in those quiet moments with him, it didn’t matter. You weren’t a trend or an image. You were just two people, finding peace in each other, until the day you had to go back home.

The day came too quickly.

It was a quiet morning, the kind that felt like it should last forever. You were packing your bag, trying to fold your clothes neatly as if the process would somehow make the goodbye easier. But the pit in your stomach kept growing, gnawing at you with every zipper you closed and every item you stuffed into your suitcase.

Alex had been unusually quiet, hovering around the apartment, doing anything but watching the clock. The energy between you two was different now—an undercurrent of sadness mixed with the lingering hope that this wasn’t the end. That it couldn’t be.

By the time you were ready to leave, the air felt thick. You hadn’t even said goodbye yet, but it felt like the goodbye was already happening in slow motion.

In the car, neither of you said much. The hum of the engine seemed louder than usual, and the streetlights blurred by your window felt like they were passing at twice their normal speed.

When you got to the airport, you felt the weight of it all. You walked through the terminal, hand-in-hand with him, but every step felt like you were moving away from something that had finally made sense. The constant noise of the airport—people rushing, planes taking off, announcements blaring—faded into the background as Alex stopped, his grip tightening around your hand.

“I hate this,” he muttered, his voice low. “I hate that you’re leaving. I don’t want this to end. Not like this. Not yet.”

You turned to face him, trying to smile through the lump in your throat. “Alex… we’ll figure it out. Long-distance isn’t forever, you know? We just have to—”

He cut you off, his eyes intense, pleading. “No. No, don’t tell me that. I don’t care about long-distance. I don’t care about the internet. I care about you.” His voice cracked slightly, the weight of his words pressing down on you. “I need you here. With me. You can’t leave. Please.”

You opened your mouth to say something, anything, but he wasn’t done.

“I—” His voice wavered, his chest rising and falling with every breath. “Please, I’m begging you. Stay. Stay with me, please. I can’t—” He stopped mid-sentence, his hands trembling as he pulled you closer, his forehead resting against yours.

“Please,” he whispered again, his voice barely audible, “I don’t know how to do this without you. Don’t go. Don’t leave me.”

You felt your heart crack as he dropped to his knees in front of you, the floor beneath him echoing the desperation in his voice. His eyes, so wide and full of emotion, locked onto yours. “I can’t… I can’t do this without you. I don’t care about anything else. I just need you with me.”

The world seemed to slow down. People around you passed by, oblivious to the scene, but you were frozen in place, unable to move or speak. It was as if time itself had paused.

Tears welled in his eyes as he reached for your hands, his grip almost frantic. “Please,” he repeated, voice raw, “I love you. Don’t leave me here without you.”

The words hit you like a wave, and you could barely breathe. You weren’t ready to go. Not like this. Not with him so broken.

You crouched down in front of him, cupping his face gently in your hands. “Alex,” you whispered, your voice shaking. “I don’t want to leave you. But I have to go. I—”

“I don’t care,” he interrupted, shaking his head, his voice cracking under the weight of his plea. “I just want you to stay. I need you here. You’re everything. I can’t do this… I can’t. Please, stay. For me.”

The tears fell freely now, both of you caught in the moment, neither of you wanting to be the one to break.

You wanted to stay. God, you wanted to. But there was a part of you that had to go, had to keep a piece of yourself intact even if it meant the pain of leaving. “I love you,” you whispered, unable to hold back the tears. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” he breathed, his hand finding yours as he kissed it softly, unwilling to let go.

But you had to. You knew you had to.

The gate was calling. The plane wouldn’t wait.

With one last kiss, desperate and slow, you stood up, trying to steady yourself. Your heart felt like it was being torn in two, but you had to take that first step toward the future, no matter how much it hurt.

You turned to walk away, but he didn’t let go.

His hand slipped into yours again, and with one final, broken look, he whispered, “Please don’t forget me.”

The words clung to the air, too heavy to carry.

“I won’t,” you promised, your voice a whisper.

And with that, you left him behind.

As you turned, the airport around you blurring into the background, something tugged at your chest. Something stronger than the pull of the plane, than the pull of the life you had to return to. You stopped, frozen for a moment, watching him.

Alex was standing there, his body stiff but his face crumpled in pain, tears streaming down his cheeks as he tried to wipe them away quickly, like he didn’t want anyone to see. But it didn’t matter. You saw him. You saw the raw hurt, the desperation in his eyes. It was too much.

Without thinking, you made a decision.

You couldn’t walk away. Not now. Not when he needed you more than anything. You didn’t even care about the plane, the flight, the world watching.

You ran.

Your feet slammed against the floor as you pushed through the crowd, your heart pounding in your chest as you got closer and closer to him. When you reached him, you didn’t hesitate—you launched yourself into his arms, wrapping yourself around him like you’d never let go.

His arms instinctively wrapped around you, pulling you tight as if he was afraid you’d vanish if he loosened his grip for even a second. You felt his tears against your neck, his breath ragged and broken as he whispered, “I thought you were gone. I thought I lost you.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” you whispered back, your voice cracking. “I’m staying. I’ll always stay with you.”

He pulled away just enough to look at you, his eyes red-rimmed but now filled with something else—relief, hope, and the undeniable warmth that came from knowing you were his. And for the first time since you’d arrived at the airport, you saw him truly smile. A real smile, despite the tears.

“You’re sure?” he asked, his voice rough, still unsure.

You nodded, wiping away the last of his tears from his face with your thumb. “Yeah. I’m sure. I’m not going anywhere without you.”

Alex laughed a little, low and almost disbelieving. “You really just… you really just turned around and jumped into my arms like that?”

“I didn’t want to leave you, Alex,” you said softly. “I don’t want to. Not now. Not ever.”

His hands cupped your face gently, his eyes softening. “Then let’s forget the plane. Forget everything. You’re staying with me. Right here. Right now.”

Without a second thought, you nodded, feeling every weight of the world lift off your shoulders. You were where you belonged. With him. And the rest of the world could wait.

You kissed him then, slow and deep, tasting the relief and the promise of never being apart. You pulled back for just a second, looking at him with a small, shaky smile. “Let’s go home. Our home.”

“Yeah,” he whispered, his voice finally steady, his grip strong. “Our home.”

And in that moment, nothing else mattered. Not the airport, not the flight, not the distance. Just the two of you, finally on the same side of the world, where you belonged.

[golbrocklovely]

Aww I really I hope snc would still do it explore new places around the world!…but let’s see what they will do! :)

what i heard about Elton is that he wanted to show Colby wrist?! , , destroyed Colby car?! And he also wanted to do a prank to Sam but it’s didn’t turn out well because he started bleeding?! , idk if all of this is true! 😅

I’m also a bit scared for them to go to the conjuring house! I hope it’s will turn out well!… but I still can’t wait what they will do these month and the hell week!

Also have you seen Sam new pictures when they where in Tokyo omg!

i mean, it's always possible that they will at some point. but i think it also depends whether or not they feel like a) changing up their style once again and or b) if things like that are trending/would get them more views then what they get now.

as for what elton did… those aren't quite right. first, elton never made colby show his wrist/sh scars. colby doesn't have those and has never done that. this literally never happened. there is no proof, but for some reason someone started the rumor on tiktok. i've been in the fandom since 2018, i'm telling you rn if it had happened, it wouldn't have taken until 2022 (which is when that rumor started popping up) for some fan to finally say something. not to mention, any time anyone brings that up they have no proof and then claim "it was deleted" which… if that's the case, how would you know it happened then??

that one particular rumor always pisses me off, bc there is plenty of shit to not like elton for, but that one just isn't true at all.

elton did destroy colby's car for a prank, but a lot of fans think that that wasn't actually his car, just one that looked like it. it's one of those things where the prank was a bit extreme but knowing how elton operates, it's possible it didn't happen. he's had to in the past "apologize" (bc elton doesn't really do that in all honesty) for lying about pranks or faking paranormal videos so… who knows for certain.

and yeah, he did a prank where he had a huge hand come down from above and it smacked sam in the face, and sam at that time was biting his lip or something and so when it hit him, he started bleeding from how hard he bit down.

if you want to know why a lot of really don't like elton, this and this will explain it. also, still to this day elton does things that sorta shade snc, like blocking out their names from comments, allegedly getting them blocked from going to places he went to first, and redoing a whole tfil series with someone else that he did originally with snc years back.

also above all else, he literally got banned from the conjuring house for a while until it finally got a new owner. idk how the fuck you get banned from a house that has literal demons in it, but elton did. like, if that wasn't proof enough that he's an asshole idk what is lol

speaking of, i'm scared for them to go to the conjuring house too. that place is freaky as hell, and you can feel that thru the camera. hopefully they sage themselves to hell and back before, during, and after go there. and yeah i'm excited for them to post their other investigations as soon as they can.

and i did see his pics. he looks lovely :)

[surpriserose]

we need more people to talk about how bad media literacy is and not for stupid fanfic reasons I mean like legit so many people are so incurious and susceptible to propaganda as well......if you look up anything about palestine right now youll see. Obviously its not just media illiteracy contributing to this its the racism ingrained in people from years of previous racist propaganda and they just keep feeding each other.

but if youre wondering who the hell is falling for the beheaded babies nonsense (besides the literal president) and the video game loot drop top secret plans with badly translated arabic and every single lie about hamas atrocities while israel actually commits worse atrocities with no criticism, its redditors its redditors all the way down. And lots of people get their news from reddit the same way they get it from tumblr or twitter or tiktok and thats not great obviously but thats...just whats happening. And none of them want to consider for a second, like everyone should if they havent realized this shit already, why theyre willing to fall hook line and sinker for israeli propaganda and constantly posting news from Israeli papers and the IDF ITSELF exclusively (with some american state news sources occasionally lol)

I cant tell you how many new stories on reddit are completely fabricated or just posting the israeli state line and how many of them are all posting shit israel is currently doing and blaming it on hamas. Israel had the power to shut off all the water in gaza because they already have that much control over Palestinian lives and then did it? Well hamas also fucked up the water pipes and used them for weapons (??????) Israel ordered a million people to evacuate gaza and started bombing evacuation routes? well actually its hamas stopping people and blocking evacution routes because uhhhhhh they want more people to die because uhhhhhh??????? and the proof is uhhhhh??? the IDF said so and they have no reason to lie i mean its not like theyre doing everything to genocide Palestinians in plain sight with imperialist backing and weapons and these are geniunely things ive all seen posted on reddit

idk why im posting this really like i guess i just want people to be more aware of the propaganda out there and be more willing to combat it on and offline when they recognize it and my god is it BLATANT right now and i hope im preaching to the choir right now but my god is it disheartening

Please donate to Palestinian aid if you can and if you dont know where to donate there are better posts than this for that but doctors without borders is in gaza right now

[laurafaritos]

HDMS040: Test, Learn, Evolve — The Science of Not Knowing Everything Yet

Aiaiaiiiii!

You know what’s not a vibe??? Doing comedy for three years that doesn’t feel like you...

When I first started in the Toronto scene, I had this whole voice already forming—personal stories, culture clash chaos, funny-but-true immigrant observations. But every comedy school instructor and fellow comic I met said the same thing: “The gEnErAl AuDiEnCe won’t get that. Just talk about how you’re Brazilian but don’t look or sound Brazilian—THAT’S funny.”

Spoiler: it was not funny. It was deeply unfunny. I didn’t feel like myself on stage, the audience felt it too, and I spiraled into thinking maybe I wasn’t even funny at all... Then I went back to Brazil.

I started telling those “unfunny” stories, like the ones Canadians told me wouldn’t land, and the Brazilians were screaming. They got me. THEY. GOT. ME. THEY GOT ME!!!!!!!!!!!!! DO YOU UNDERSTAND???

One girl even asked if I’d ever tried standup. (I said no. She said yes. Icon behavior.) That moment clicked: The problem was never my material....... it was the WRONG audience!!!

And that, my friends, is the whole point of this module. You don’t know what works until you test it. You think you know. But assumptions, especially untested ones, are cute little liars.

In digital marketing AND in comedy, art, business, life... you’ve gotta experiment!!!! Test the message!!!! Try the channel!!!! Check the vibe!! And yes, that can feel like chaos, especially if you’re neurodivergent and your brain craves clarity before action (hello, I am AuDHD).

But as we’ll see in this module: Testing is how you evolve. It’s not about guessing right—it’s about being willing to be wrong, then choosing better with every iteration. Leeeeeessssssgoooooooo!!!

I. Assumptions = Expensive

Let’s start with some hard truth: assumptions cost time, energy, money, and sometimes, your entire sense of self-worth. Ask me how I know.

In this module, we saw brands like e.l.f. Cosmetics assume that TikTok was just a Gen Z dance floor. Turns out? Grown-ass adults are scrolling, posting, and commenting in full force. And then there's OOFOS, who thought people needed visuals to understand their shoe’s recovery magic—but found major traction through audio, via a Dawn Staley podcast feature.

The lesson? Even massive brands with data teams and consultants still get it wrong sometimes.

But let’s zoom out. The deeper problem isn’t being wrong. It’s believing your assumptions are facts—and never testing them.

That’s what happened to me in comedy school. I took those opinions (“this is what the audience wants”) as gospel. But those were assumptions based on someone else’s comfort zone, not data about my actual potential audience.

And once I started testing my material in the right rooms, I realized: 💡 It wasn’t me that was off. It was the context.

Same goes for your marketing. The “general audience” is a myth. You have to figure out which audience is yours—and that only happens through trial and error. Testing isn’t an optional bonus for perfectionists. It’s the only way to find what works for real.

And yeah, it can be messy... but that’s kind of the point????

II. The Test-and-Learn Mindset

Testing isn’t just a marketing strategy—it’s an entire creative lifestyle. And if you need proof, please meet the six-year odyssey that is my sex ed project.

It started as a 10-minute play called What I Wish I’d Learned. That became a 2,000-word short story, which became a podcast pilot, which turned into a commissioned essay series (12 pieces!) from comedians. Then I flirted with making it a documentary, then a live studio show, then a newsletter, and now... it’s back to being a podcast. Again.

Why? Because every iteration taught me something new. About tone. About format. About audience resonance. Some versions felt too broad. Some didn’t feel personal enough. Some just didn’t land. But every test gave me a sharper sense of what this project actually wants to be—and how people want to receive it.

This is the same mindset Bianca Reed talked about with OOFOS. They shoot for 12 hours and walk away with 60 creative assets. Different cuts, tones, testimonials, hooks. Not because they’re indecisive—but because they’re building a playground for insights. They test. They learn. They evolve.

Think of it like trying a new bit on stage: sometimes it bombs. Sometimes it gets a weird laugh in the wrong place. Sometimes it sings and you immediately know: keep that in. That’s what marketing creatives are doing too—just with different tools and stakes.

And the best part? The next test is always an improvement on the last. Even the “failures” leave clues.

III. Surprise Wins & Strategy Glow-Ups

You’d think that if you’re selling a physical product—especially something people wear—you’d need to show it, right? Like, see the bounce, feel the foam, close-ups of feet walking in slo-mo glory.

NOPE.

OOFOS tested an audio-only placement on Dawn Staley’s podcast, and it crushed. No visuals. No fancy B-roll. Just storytelling, authenticity, and the right voice in the right space. That campaign proved something big: sometimes the best channel isn’t the obvious one. Sometimes it’s the one your audience is already emotionally open to—even if you didn’t expect them to be there.

As Robyn Wysk put it: assumptions are cute until they get in the way of real connection. The audience is not static. People aren’t always where you expect them to be, and they don’t behave how you think they should. Your job isn’t to be psychic—it’s to be curious.

This is why testing isn’t about chasing perfection. It’s about being willing to let go of what used to work and lean into what’s working now. It’s strategy in motion.

Your content, your campaigns, your career—they’re not carved into stone tablets. They’re living Google Docs. Editable. Comment-enabled. Evolving.

So stop asking, “Is this the right way????” Start asking, “What happens if I try it this way????”

TL;DR for Comedians + Creators

Testing isn’t just some corporate buzzword. It’s the artistic process, dressed up in data.

As comedians, we’re already doing it. You try a new bit, watch how it lands, tweak it for the next crowd. You change the pacing, reword the punch, move the tag. You test the same five jokes in five different rooms—and every single time, you learn something.

The same logic applies to marketing. The difference? You’re not testing just the content—you’re testing the context. The platform, the audience, the mood, the format. And every variable matters.

The trick is not to take the flops personally. Harder said than done, I know.

But this module reminded me: a flop is just feedback in disguise.

And for my fellow AuDHD creatives, here’s the bonus section:

Testing can feel like chaos because our brains crave bottom-up clarity. We want to see the full picture before we make a move.

But testing is the picture. You find the clarity by doing.

If you get overwhelmed by options (hi, hello, it’s me), limit your testing variables. Don’t run 12 versions—run 2. Then build.

Create systems that remember for you. Whether it’s a spreadsheet, a Notion board, sticky notes, or yelling at your AI assistant (hey), make it external.

Accommodations are not weaknesses. They’re creative tools. Use them.

The most valuable thing you can do for your art, your brand, your sanity? Stay curious. Stay flexible. Test what’s true—not just what you’ve been told should be.

The moral of the story? You’re not supposed to know everything before you start. You’re supposed to start, see what happens, and adjust as you go.

Whether you’re pitching a campaign, telling a joke, or launching your 17th version of a sex ed project.... testing isn’t a detour!!!!!!!!! It’s the path!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So go ahead.

Test it. Flop a little. Learn a lot. Then do it better next time.

Curious, messy, bold. That’s the way forward.

I hope this post was as helpful to you as it was to me!!!

Tchau tchau <33

[bearpillowmonster]

I  was actually going to post something about this last night but events kept unfolding and changing the narrative so I’m going to break it down. Long story short, I fell for it. That’s right lads, I joined a dating site. 

So, I created an account without much interest involved, mainly curiosity and speculation. Came across a few good ones that I did reverse searches on only to find that they’re instagram profiles someone stole. I expected as much, oh well. But then I get a message to me, from a cute girl at that, and we start talking. Everything seemed to line up as far as her being real, I mean she had the name and face that matched her online presence. She even sent pictures that I wasn’t able to find. I weighed my options and decided I was willing to take the risk, I send her my number and-

Sign 1: Two numbers text me at the same time, the same thing. Oh, boy. I bring this up immediately and it’s kind of just shrugged off. The other one didn’t answer and I know the other was her, the number even looked legit, right area code, everything. We talk more and I see another number text me. 

Sign 2: I don’t give out my number and for it to be so close to this happening is either on the website’s messages being compromised or she isn’t who she says she is. I left this one alone with bringing it up, but internally, I start freaking out. This number said they were someone entirely different and just “had me in their contacts” ok, sure, they even sent a picture rerouted to- A popular tiktoker, ladies and gentlemen. They probably have people do this to them all the time. Gave them the chance to make a case- Block. 

I do some more research, check the dating profile again and wouldn’t you know it that her messages are gone. So, I start asking the girl questions pertaining to her Facebook. “You ever been here before?” not trying to set alarms for them just yet but I just wanted to trip them up and really, she passed. I ask about the messages thing and she wasn’t convinced, then she checked. At this point, I had already deleted my dating profile to just avoid further damage. She then tells me that the account got suspended. Huh, oh mee, oh my. I actually get on FB and message the real girl and am like “here’s the scoop, someone’s using your identity, blah, blah blah.” It says seen but there’s no way to really know if you’re not friends with them, I sent photo proof but whatever, I was getting over it, trying to dominate the situation. 

Okie-dokie, face-time me, that will settle this once and for all, you can’t very well agree when you know- She said ok...ok. She calls but nothing happened, like no voice, no video. “It didn’t work. Bad reception.” Same old song and dance. So, it’s time for the nail in the coffin, the final stroke, Facebook. If the Facebook is real and the two coincide then we have a match, I was disconnected at this point, I thought I’d be devastated in a way but I surprisingly sort of let my insane side take over, whatever game you play, I’m gonna play it back and I’m about to uproot your whole operation while I’m at it. You can’t claim not to have a Facebook when it’s right there, same face, same name and if you do, then friend me. Easy. “Ok, add me.” Huh? What is this, confidence? Ok?  Also, Messenger has a facetime that works better, at least imo.

Well, I already messaged her on my account except, I don’t use my real name on my account. So, I wasn’t sure how deep this was going to go, I thought about using one of my alts but for some reason FB doesn’t like that and just kept logging me back into my main, whatever, haven’t used those in forever anyway, I guess they’re lost now. So, I make a new profile with the information I have already given, no friends but hey, whatta you gonna do. I tell her I sent the request. It’s this morning and no add but I have some texts, yeah, from 4 in the morning, like wtf, so I ask what’s up with the Facebook. Nothing yet, will update with a new post if need be.

I slept maybe 4 hours total last night between this in my head, and I couldn’t breathe. Not having my pills has that gas that I was talking about mixed with the heat, I had the humidifier on, didn’t work. I turned it up. Nothing. I turned the fan on. Nothing. I turned the fan up. Nothing. Like come on! I can’t get comfortable. So I decided not to use too much effort with this like I was going to, I’ll leave it up to be balanced on its own accords. One of the weird things when we were talking is that she’d say “Good” a lot, even if it didn’t apply. A yes or no question, “Good”. Major red flag, as I’ve harassed these types of accounts before. Some so long that they changed people in between so one had no recollection of any conversation like it was a freaking program where they used the same dialogue. That time, I knew they weren’t real though. I was worried this would affect me and my shell because it took a long time for me to get to this point but then I shook hands with myself after feeling a job well done saying that i wont let this champion me, I have to champion it. I feel like I did everything right, there wasn’t a whole lot I could do to predict or prevent that under those circumstances. I’m normally very cautious with that stuff but I knew I also had to be more open in order to get it back. Whatever their goal was, I don’t really care, I shouldn’t care at least, there’s nothing to justify it, I didn't nose into it before I got permission, that Facebook was only after I started really suspecting something was wrong.

[lover-of-mine]

@_@ has it been a DAY

This morning was all smiles as their Ryan is leaving the show agenda was working. People were freaking out and getting nervous. Which is exactly what they wanted. If they are going to be miserable and upset then *everyone* is going to be miserable and upset.

I say this morning because now into the evening and it’s not all smiles anymore. Like all things there side comes up with, it’s crumbled like a house of cards. Once the bigger more logical buddie accounts got on and saw what was happening and where it was coming from, order was restored and their attempt was turned into the joke it should have always been. Though some are still trying, but not very hard. They tried to use Ryan’s movie announcement as further proof he’s leaving and immediately got laughed at because it says right in the article it’s wrapped already. And we clearly see Ryan filming for 911.

More outrage on the Ryan focus today. And the temper tantrums are starting to spill all over. They have been sniping at buddie accounts all afternoon. One of the bigger ones got into essentially a one sided screaming match with the main Ryan twitter fansite. Which honestly was pretty embarrassing to witness. They are of course trying to push the racist angle harder then ever and how disappointing it is to see the cast and crew celebrating such a horrible man. And anyone calling them out and mentioning the fact that Lou has his own problematic past and is still in fact up for anyone to see, results in being cussed out and blocked.

There has been some more slight internal turning on the louder one named Mark. Some more people trying to distance themselves from him.

He’s been drawing a lot of attention lately with his claims and personal attacks on people. And generally they end up making them all look bad. He was one of the loudest Ryan is leaving pushers before suddenly switching gears and acting like it was a dumb theory that would never happen (much to his disappointment) so typical flip flopping. The big issue with him today though that made them all look dumb was their beloved flight jacket. It’s green. We all knows it’s green. They all know it’s green. And Like everyone can very clearly can see it’s green. But he decided to target one of the bigger buddie accounts that pointed out the green color of it and what that means in terms of Buck and Eddie and their LI’s, and started throwing personal insult at them and insult her intelligence and then took it a step further to also call her “fucking colorblind” and used it as if that would be an insult and something to be embarrassed by. And he did all of that while also attaching a photo of the jacket retail listing, next to her post. Which is where the issues start. Because not only is he being called out for trying to use being colorblind like an insult, but the jacket listing itself he posted literally says the jacket is olive colored. Everyone knows Olive colored is green. So now he’s once again drawn negative views on their fandom by being ableist but also embarrassing them all by making a stink about it not being green with a photo that clearly shows it is in fact green resulting in everyone laughing at their fandom.

TikTok side they don’t like how many fun TikTok’s we are getting as “rewards” and Lou is being excluded from everything. I think someone else said it earlier but this was supposed to be their time to shine with Lou and they have gotten absolutely nothing.

They are also trying very hard to push the narrative the creator who made that horrible video the other night is the actual victim and the fact she had to make an apology video today and take her “neutral view on Tommy video down” shows how buddie fans are targeting her and bullying her “despite the fact she’s on our side” obviously that’s not going over well either since there is no neutral view on racism. But anything to paint buddie fans as villains and anyone who defends Tommy as hero’s in their minds.

I think that’s everything I got. Hoping for a not so crazy evening. Definitely be prepared for more intense freak outs though the further into filming we get without seeing him. With them now possibly being done or about done, with the first three episodes and no sighting of him things are quickly reaching boiling over points.

~🅰️

Hello love ❤️

I know I keep saying this, but oh my god this just keeps going. I did see part of this but this is.... I'm surprised it took them this long to turn on Mark tbh, with how intense he is. I did follow the thing with the Ryan fanpage and it was very 🫠🫠

I don't get why people don't understand that it wasn't that creators place to decide it wasn't racist and was just normal hazing. But sure, we are the root of all evil.

I am celebrating all the content tho, today was a LOT, I'm kinda more obsessed with Ryan then I was this morning because holy shit.

[tnlbarth-blog]

July 29 2023 - 5:50pm

Warning: All people places and things resembling any real people places or things are merely coincidence and are not to be taken as such.

Despite this past week being the deathiversary of my father I have actually been in a good mood. I know it sounds strange especially since I posted every day this week about him. You would think that maybe I would still be sad. But to be honest I think writing about it really helped. I am not saying I didn't mourn him at all because I did. I cried and everything. But I did that primarily while writing about him here.

This week I spent the time with myself. I did a lot of reflecting. On myself, my father, mother and my past in general. It was much needed and I am glad I did so. I learned a lot about myself and my life as a whole.

I found myself enjoying my music dancing and singing to the songs in my room alone. Laughing and having a good ol' time. I played video games and for once I wasn't using them as an escape. Which for a long time is what I used to do. I watched a remake of a nostalgic anime from my childhood and enjoyed it laughing at it and having a good time.

I think this week I truly embodied what it is like to truly feel grateful for what I have. I haven't been able to do that in a long time.

Since I was a kid I have had to deal with a lot of things that I didn't know how to handle. And I was good at practicing my gratitude but some time in High school I lost that. And after highschool I jumped into an abusive relationship with a diagnosed Sociopath. Then after him I hopped into another relationship with another abusive man. All along being friends with people who lied to me and didn't really like me since middle school.

I had become suicidal in highschool and it progressed up until Christmas Eve 2019. I attempted to end my life and was taken to the hospital where I spent a week in a mental health facility. After I left I made sure to change my life the best I could then the Pandemic happened. And I lost my job and gained the weight back that I had been losing. The Pandemic was hard on me. My fears of leaving my home started to get worse but my brother helped make sure I still left my home. By the end of 2020 though I moved in with my now ex boyfriend's family. Early 2021 I moved out and back in with my family after being bullied and abused by him and his family. Then last year I finally broke up with him and those friends that lied and secretly hated me.

Honestly last year was one of the toughest years I have been through and I would be lying if I said I didn't think about suicide every once in a while. But I never picked anything up to hurt myself and in fact I fought myself on it hard knowing that I wanted to live for once. I was miserable last year and scared. I knew that if I broke up with them my whole life would change. And I had to wrestle with that until the pain got too much to bear.

Since 2019 I'd started working on myself too. I wanted to change. I wanted to be a better person. Before then I had tried but I didn't know where to start but when I was in the mental health facility they gave me resources that pointed me in the right direction.

In 2021 I got into Tiktok which helped improve my mental health and I ended up tripping over a guy who sold a self-help book. And last year I bought it and began to learn from it. I worked hard at going through and working on myself doing the exercises and listening to song recommendations he left in the book for me. I cried a lot. To be honest his book gave me the hope that one day I would be happy again.

And jumping back to today. I have worked so hard on myself. Making sure that I am indeed a truly happens and authentic person. And I celebrate myself every day. I look for proof that I matter. I accept my drawbacks and flaws and make adjustments changing what I can and embracing what I can't.

Today I was so happy. I was out shopping with my brother. We got gas station pizza (which I loved) and at the store they were selling a dad joke book which I read through the store to my brother loud enough for others to hear. And getting laughs and giggles from them.

I wore a crop top today as well. I looked good as a big beautiful woman. I turned heads everywhere I went. And even got the attention of the creeps (I didn't care for those guys.) I got the attention of older ladies too with all their judgment. I think they hated me because I embraced my body while they covered theirs while being much smaller and more "attractive" and socially acceptable than myself. I didn't let it bother me which I think made them even more angry at me.

I have been sitting here after getting home and putting the groceries away thinking about how thankful I am to be where I am right now.

I have been looking back to last year where I thought for sure I was dying or going to die. I was scared all the time and sick because my immune system was reacting to my mental health being in traumadrive and burnout due to my relationship with my most recent ex, the state of the world and my country and my relationship with my ex friends. I was literally going through my own personal hell.

Now even though I only ended those relationships I feel like I am thriving as I continue to wait for myself to get out of burnout. I am still very tired all the time but I am getting better. I have hope now for my future and that is way more than I could think about having last year.

I know that everything will work out for me. It has so far and that is all I need to move forward. I am thankful for what I have now and that is all I need to thrive. I am thankful for my past self who worked so hard to get me here. I am excited to meet my future self tomorrow and the next until my last one. The world may be going to crap but I am happy.

Regards

TNL Barth

[haya-haya-iamthatiam]

You Might Wanna Watch This Video Before Next Week.. You Might Wanna Watch This Video Before Next Week.. message strange truth world news current events june 2023 today this week this month motivation Mysterious and loud, booming noises in Malden. Folks who live there tell us that they hear this several times a week and that the sounds are actually scaring their children. Scaring their pets as well. But as WBCs, Mike Sullivan shows us, no one seems to know where the sounds are coming from. Noises that go bump in the night don't often get you. Something in the sky : When you're out in the countryside observing the stars and you start to wonder how many of them exist, you get to a question that almost everyone asks themselves. And that is : is there anything out there ? Or is it just us ? Tridja111 a TikTok user was travelling to the countryside with his family when all of a sudden he spots something strange in the sky, he asks the passenger to start recording and they capture what appears to be a sold and metallic object. But they weren't the only ones who saw it - and it gets even stranger - this isn't the first time this "thing" shows up. What is it ? Animals going in circles for 12 days : I love dogs and cats and you already probably know that animals can sense things way better than humans can. They can see and hear things we can't. And this is what makes these videos that are going around the internet as creepy and baffling as it can get. It seems there is a herd of sheep going in circles for more than 12 days and it was caught on camera, strange right ? But this is where things get even stranger and a bit scary - they aren't the only ones. After it became a viral video many others started popping up and all of a sudden there are several different animals going in circles all over the world. What's going on here ? Bigfoot, Sasquatch or maybe something else ? : I'm not sure why, but supposed Bigfoot and Sasquatch sightings are super common in some specific regions, and there is very little proof of their existence but there's quite a few good videos. Now if you take into consideration the amount of people who go fishing ( that's a lot of people every year ) and cross this number with bigfoot sightings in certain fishing regions the numbers go up. This is what I did and I came across some of the most intriguing and mysterious videos I've ever seen when it comes to Yeti videos. But are they the real deal ? Glitch in the matrix or what ? : Sometimes you're just out and about doing your normal thing living your life when all of a sudden you catch something completely unexplained, something that makes you scratch your head and go : " NO WAY ". Well, this is the case with Sarina Beverly who posted a very intriguing video to TikTok. She saw what appears to be a two headed deer , but wait...something even stranger is caught on tape. Was a glitch or did something else happen? Mysterious stone rock that has super-powers : Ever heard of the Hypatia stone ? It's this alien-like rock that was found in the desert and isn't from anywhere we know of. But it doesn't have super-powers like you would expect. But there's a strange video circling the internet of a stone that can change water into red and doesn't reflect in the mirror and many other things. In ancient times this stone was known for it doing miraculous things. But most people think it's just a trick of sort, but the videos show otherwise. What is this ? Security guard talks to a Ghost : A Security guard is working on a hospital when all of a sudden the doors open, it's 3am and he's all alone, at least this is what the CCTV cam shows. After the door opens no one comes in however he reacts as if there's someone there. He gets up, talks to someone that's not there, registers the person and so on and so forth. When he looks over...there's no one there anymore. Scary right ? These and many more other unexplained phenomena caught on camera for you to watch.

[cryinginthefkncorner]

You: medical food shortage (thicken liquids edition) exists

Commenters: yeah, I noticed this too when trying to meet my own/ a loved ones needs. I figured out that I could do XYZ as an alternative if I can’t find the name brand stuff

You: FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU, HOW DARE YOU TRY TO SUGGEST AN ALTERNATIVE OR ANOTHER PLACE TO FIND WHAT I NEED. HOW DARE YOU TRY TO HELP ME YOU ABLEIST, YOUR AN ABLEIST AND A (long line of misogynistic slurs).

Commenters: what part about suggesting alternatives is ableist?

You: FUCK YOU (misogynistic slur), YOU PROBABLY HATE DISABLED PEOPLE, I KNOW YOU DO, YOU HATE WORKING WITH US BECAUSE (long line of hurtful descriptions of other peoples patients/loved ones/their own disability status showing the need to work through internalized ableism). EAT SHIT AND DIE.

Commenters: can you please just tell me what I did wrong without (putting words I never said in my mouth, implying I’m not disabled after I told you I have similar disability issues, etc.) and without calling me ableist and misogynistic things please?

You: IM GOING TO KMS BECAUSE OF YOU, IM GOING TO SCREAM ABOUT MY SUICIDAL IDEATION AND HOW YOUR MAKING ME WANT TO HURT MYSELF SO YOU FEEL GUILTY.

Commenter: I’m not going to enable this behavior anymore by responding, we’re obviously not having a productive conversation. You keep putting me/my loved ones down, we offered temporary solutions but you said that was ableist for some reason, and then refused to elaborate on why trying to help you is actually a bad thing. I recommend you log off/ stop going on tumblr if your mental health is actually this bad from someone attempting to help.

Anyone can go into the comments section on that post and see the reality of what happened.

Im pointing this out as a someone with neurological disabilities that affect mobility and swallowing as well. A lot of medical supplies have shortages atm, it sucks, but maybe if someone is offering you a solution you should at least look to see if it’s a possibility. They wouldn’t be giving you a potential solution if they actually hated you or didn’t want you to have rights.

Yes there were some ableist phrases being used, yea there were people who poorly worded things, yes there was straight up ableism from one reblog, but it was made a million times worse by how your response was to cuss, use misogynistic slurs, put words into people’s mouths, vocalize your internalized ableism, act as if someone relating to your issues was ableism somehow, shit on people in long term care facilities, and threaten suicide as a guilt trip.

I was going to reblog your psa but decided against it, one because of your reaction to responses that weren’t 110% what you wanted, and two because I’m questioning the legitimacy of the “tiktok slime trend” claim.

I agree that there is a shortage of medical supplies including thickened water and food, and that able-bodied people should not buy it for shits and giggles, but upon my own research (which everyone should do) I found only two videos on tiktok that actually used thick-it water as a slime ingredient, one was from 2021, and one was from last year. Two videos from years past does not a trend make.

If you have proof that this is an actual current and ongoing trend I’d love to see it, even if it’s just a screenshot of more recent videos using thickened water.

I’m also wondering if your confusing regular “water slime” (which doesn’t use thickened water) as the same thing in the two videos I mentioned. I would’ve asked on the actual post but I’m sure that would’ve just lead to me being accused of ableism without any further explanation.

Of course, though, I also expect a response of screaming, cussing, slurs, and inaccurately labeling me an “ableist” for pointing out your reactions are inappropriate in my inbox.

I’m sorry your obviously hurting, I’m sorry you think being given potential temporary solutions to your problems until the supply issues is resolved is “ableism”. We live in a world not designed for us, it sucks, but it doesn’t give us the right to treat people like garbage either just because they didn’t fully agree, had questions, or worded something poorly.

At the end of the day I hope you can find some sort of peace, some support IRL, and maybe learn to take a step back or give people the benefit of the doubt when they’re just trying to relate or help every once in awhile.

me: medical food shortage (thickened liquids edition) exists

this person: no it doesn’t. I did a search on tumblr and nobody else is talking about it. so clearly it’s not happening

me: can one of you do the merciful thing and fucking kill me so I don’t have to hear this anymore

[salty-jade]

Paper Flowers

Pairing: Tom! Peter Parker x Fem! Reader

Theme: Fluff + Valentine's day

Summary: It's Valentine's Day, you're sad, cause you know Peter's not gonna give you anything. or is he?

Note: Yeah... Just wanted to post something for Valentine's Day. Also I made this because I saw a video of someone making origami flowers on TikTok, so that's where the inspiration came from :D. I did proof read this but if I have any grammatical and spelling errors sorry :v.

The school hall was buzzing with students, as the bell signaled the end of the day. However, this was no ordinary day. The gymnastics hall was filled with students getting in line for something that the student council had come up with for the upcoming couples holiday you always dreaded.

In front of the gym door was a pastel pink banner that read, ‘LOVE IS IN THE AIR!’ in big bold red letters. You sighed in annoyance after you read the words. It’s not like you were sad that you didn’t have anyone to celebrate this occasion with, it was more like you knew you wouldn’t be able to ask a certain someone to spend the occasion with because you knew you had no chance (which is basically the same thing).

“Hey Y/N, can you help me get these boxes of letter to Betty for me, I still have a whole line of people who want to register.” a student handed you a box that was filled to the brim with pink and white letters. You were part of the student council, so of course you were roped into helping out with the special program that your team had made. The student council had suggested to make an event where students could send letters or gift to their special someone, and the student councils act as a messenger, or as Betty liked to say, cupids. Though, you liked MJ’s wording better when she said it was more like child labor, but a job for the singles.

You made your way to the other side of the gym where you spotted Betty organizing all the letters and gifts from the students. “Hey Betty, where should I put these?”

“Oh, you can just put them next to the boxes of gifts here for a moment. I’m still figuring out the placements and all.” you followed her instruction and put it right next to the box that was labeled gifts. It was left closed, but you could tell that the lid was not holding it in very well.

“Man, people are really into this whole cupid-messenger thing huh?” your eyes scanned the rows of boxes filled with either gift, chocolates, bouquets, and even more letters.

“Tomorrow is already Valentine’s Day, so all of the students are dropping of their gifts and letter. Also-” She checked out the last box in her list and turned to you, “Well, that’s what happens when you’re in love. and I know a certain someone who is also in love, but is just too scared to admit it.” Betty looked at you and gave a teasing smile. You knew who she was talking about, but you brushed off her comment and turned to look at the sea of students in front of you.

“So, what about you? did you find out that he’s going to give you a gift?”

“Actually, he told me that he was going to get me something, but he said it was a surprise! he’ll give it to me on our date!”

You had to admit, that was smart of Ned to just flat out say it, rather than rely on this messenger thing, only for Betty to find out eventually.

“Well, hope you and Ned have a wonderful date on valentine’s day!” you said.

“Thanks! and I hope you keep your promise to give us some of your homemade chocolate!”

“I was actually going to out now and buy the ingredients after I deliver this to you. So see you later Betty!” after Betty returned the goodbye, you dashed out of the gym as quickly as you could, not wanting to stay in that building full of love struck teens any longer. Unbeknownst to you, a certain spiderling was watching you come out of the hall before entering the gym.

♡

You made it back to your apartment after buying a ton of chocolate and decorations for your gift to your friends. Ever since you were fourteen, you always tried to make valentine’s chocolate every year for your friends. It was a small gesture, but you enjoyed the process of making chocolates for your friends, and this year was no exception.

You tied up your hair and rolled up your sleeves. before taking out the ingredients out of the grocery bag. Without realizing, you were already two hours in making the small dessert. You decided to make heart-shaped cake pops for your friends this year. You were known for being over the top when it comes to giving gifts. After you had dunked the last cake pop into the chocolate coating, you set aside the finished pops and let them harden in the fridge. While waiting for them to harden, you went inside your room and took out another plastic bag that was filled with crafting paper, ribbons and colorful pens. You began cutting the paper into smaller strips and wrote all your friends names that you were going to give to, except for one person.

Peter.

You didn’t write his name on the paper, at least not in these papers. You took out a small envelope from your bedside drawer. The envelope was colored red with black stripes that formed a cob-web design on the envelope. Inside of the envelope was of course a letter. A letter that you wrote for Peter. The idea itself was stupid really, but you actually had written the letter since the beginning of the year. So, although the content of it wasn’t in the context of Valentine’s Day, it still contained your feeling for him. You did consider giving the letter anonymously to him via the student council’s event, but you felt like this was a personal matter you had to deal with, and you knew you had to accept the end result after giving the letter to Peter.

“This is so dumb...” you laid your head against your table, forgetting about the small paper labels that you had cut out. You were starting to hesitate on whether you should give him the letter at all.

“Hey! I got us Chinese food!” You heard your bedroom door opening. You quickly covered your desk and hid the letter in between some books before turning around to see who it was. You let out a sigh of relief as it was only your sister that was standing in front of your door.

“What’s gotten your panties in a twist?” Your sister raised a brow.

“N-nothing, you just shook me that’s all” you finally got up from your chair and went out of the room with your sister following from behind.

“Yeah, says the girl who is literally so love struck that she decided to practice making a dessert for our downstairs neighbor” You stopped in your tracks and glared at your sister.

“You don’t need to bring that up all the time you know!”

“How can I not when I keep telling you that you should tell him! I literally just saw you stare at the letter for a full minute!”

You dropped down to the couch and grabbed the pillow so you could bury your face in embarrassment. She knew you had a crush on Peter, you didn’t have to tell as she had figured it out by herself.

“Now c’mon. Let’s eat before our chow mein is cold”

The sun had already set a long time ago. Peter was finishing up his patrol for today and decided to settled down on a rooftop that was near his apartment building. He looked around if there was anyone around before lifting his mask up halfway to eat a hotdog that a guy had bought him after catching a thief. He was scrolling through his phone before he notices a light coming out of you window. He was you lying down in bed with your sister talking about something while you were wrapping your chocolates for your friends. Peter always looked forward to your homemade chocolate every year. Though, he did wish that his share was something more special to him rather than it being the same with your friend group.

the window was slightly open so bits of your conversation could be heard from it. He knew he shouldn’t listen in, but something your sister said had caught his attention.

“What would you like to get for valentine’s day? y’know other than chocolates of course”

Now this is something Peter needed to hear. He jumped to his apartment building roof and crawled slowly unto a balcony that was above your window.

“I don’t know really; I’ve never gotten anything other than chocolates on valentine’s day-” You tied the last ribbon on the wrapper and placed it inside a paper bag that you were going to bring tomorrow.

“I do really like hand made things though! Like the other day I saw someone make a bouquet of flowers using craft paper. It did seem tedious to do, so I don’t think anyone is willing to make that a day or two before valentine’s day” you said.

“If you think it’s tedious than why think of that?” You sister asked.

“I guess I just like the idea of you know, putting your time and effort to make something. Sure, it might look kind of bad, but it’s the thought that counts, right?” It wasn’t a lie really. You appreciated if someone put all their time and effort to learn and make something as a gift for any occasion. Which is also why you enjoy the look from your friends when they said your baking tastes really good. Especially if it came from Peter.

Peter could only sit down and process everything you said. He knew he didn’t have much more time, as he looked at the time. The sun did just set, so the craft store might still be open. Without thinking, Peter pulled down his mask and swung into action. He was going to be exhausted the next day and the results might not be great, but as you said, it’s the thought that counts.

♡

“Once again, F/N has done it again this year!” MJ cheered as she was holding up the cake pop in her hand. You were handing your cake pops to your friends matching the label.

“Aww, you even labeled them! you’re so extra” Betty screamed as she took out her phone to post in on her Instagram later.

“I mean, I did promise you all I would make them.” you looked around the table and noticed a person, Peter to be specific, missing from the group. You were relieved in your head since you had saved his gift later in your locker.

“By the way, where’s Peter’s share?” Ned spoke. You froze in your spot and turned to Ned. You could tell the others were also thinking the same thing. But for Betty, she could tell.

“I-I actually already gave his share this morning! y’know since we live in the same building and all...”

luckily everyone took the bait, except for Betty. Instead of a bell sound, the speakers in the cafeteria turned on and an announcement came. A student council member you knew was speaking through the speaker to say something about the program.

“For the students who have signed up for the messenger program, your special messages will be delivered after sixth period till the end of school-”

“Well, that me and Y/N’s cue to help out, see you guys later!” Betty kissed Ned on the cheek before dragging you to the library to meet with the other student council members.

While all the other students were in their respective classes, you were tasked with delivering the letters to the students they were for. A part of you hoped that you might find a letter for you, in hopes that maybe Peter had sent you a letter. You erased the thought, since these were mostly anonymous anyway, so there was no way you would know if it was from him or not. This is also assuming if you had gotten any from anyone at all.

“Ok, so you’ll give these set of letters in the first floor along with Tobey and Ariel. As for the second floor-” Betty handed you a stack of letters. You didn’t know how many times you sighed, but you hoped that you wouldn’t go to the class where Peter was in.

Luck was on your side that they, and you the first class you entered didn’t have Peter there. So, there you were, standing in front of the physics class while reading out names in the room to see if they were in the room.

“Is Samantha Lee here?!” you shouted.

As the last student came up to you and took the letter out of glee, you thanked the teacher and left the class. You continued your job as the messenger in different other classes, while passing the other student council members who were delivering their fair share of letters. You left the last class on the floor you were tasked with and saw started walking back to the library where you saw a couple of the members taking a break after delivering the letters, while sharing their stories on how their delivery went.

Your brain went on autopilot and started to drift off into space so you could make up all the good and bad scenarios that would come up when giving your letter to Peter. That was until someone had tapped your shoulder to get your attention. You jumped at the sudden disturbance and turned around in your seat and saw Betty was smiling from ear to ear while having her hands behind her back. The object in her hands was so big that you instantly knew what it was and already had a guess on what she was going to say.

“If your here to only brag about the fact that Ned gave you a giant bouquet of roses as a Valentine’s Day gift while giving me a heart attack in the process, I’m so not in the mood Betty!” You gave a sarcastic laugh to her. But the way Betty’s face changed from a happy one to a confused one, then back again to a happy face made the situation more confusing to you.

“Ok for the record, Ned already gave me his gift to me this morning, so you guessed wrong,” She slowly revealed the ‘bouquet’ from behind her back, her struggle to get the bouquet in front of you showed how big the gift was.

“This is for you! from your not-so-secret admirer!” The last thing you could get from a secret admirer was a letter that was written with only a couple of words saying that they liked you, but this was something you could only dream of.

It was as if an angel had heard your conversation with your sister last night and told someone to make this for you. There in front of you was a bouquet of paper flowers, all in different shapes and sizes. The color of the flowers was a mix of your favorites and you could even see that they tried to make baby breaths into the mix. You really couldn’t believe what was being given to you. You knew you like handcrafted things, but this was just over the top! how long did the person make this? How many days did it take them? Maybe you’re hallucinating. Maybe it was just a prank from Betty and it was actually her and MJ’s effort to cheer you up.

you slowly took the bouquet from Betty’s hands, carefully placing it on your lap and examined the craftmanship of the bouquet. You could tell that some of the folds were giving out due to the glue not being strong enough, and some of the flowers weren’t stuck together since one of them looked like it could fall out from the placement, but you could careless at the imperfections. It was handmade by someone, who did something out of the box and at least tried their best to make it as perfect as possible. your put you lips together to stop a smile from forming, but Betty could clearly see a blush creeping up your face. It seemed like the other student council members noticed the giant gift you had received, so they all teased you for having a secret admirer while also congratulating you for getting a thoughtful gift.

“Wait it doesn’t end their Y/N! They actually told me to give you this as well,” Betty reached her hand inside the bouquet while carefully fishing out a small envelope for you. At this point, you really needed to know who the hell went all the way to get you this kind of gift.

You took the envelope and examined it. For the envelope, there really wasn’t anything special since it looked like all the other envelopes you had given out. You didn’t want to open it in front of the other students, so you excused yourself to go to your locker to open it. You quickly made your way down the hall and arrived at your locker. you couldn’t help but feel giddy at the thought of having someone make this for you. The locker wasn’t opening with how you were rushing to get the combination right while you were giggling to yourself. Finally, the locker opened and you placed your bouquet inside. You calmed your beating heart for a moment before you opened the letter. The glue that was holding the flap of the envelope was tacky, so it was an easy peel for you to open. Finally, the letter was in your hands. You unfolded the letter and read the letter in excitement and curiosity. You were finally going to find out who gave you such a wonderful gift, only to find an instruction on the paper.

Happy Valentine’s Day! I know this wasn’t what you were expecting, but there was no way I was going to tell you the most important thing to me in the form of a writing. So, come meet me in front of Delmar’s and Deli and Grill shop and I’ll pick you up!

-S.M

Okay, as if you didn’t know your brain could even get any more confused, this letter with the anonymous name just made your brain explode both in confusion and frustration. Now you had to wait till the end of the school day to go to some sandwich shop and wait for your admirer to pick you up. You slipped the paper in between your notebook. You could pry the answer out of Betty since she must’ve known who it was that sent the gift, but a part of you like the idea of having known nothing of the person that sent you it, and the excitement of being surprised made you want the school day to be over.

Fortunately, it was almost last period and you didn’t have any club activities. After the student council members finished their break, you all continued to deliver the messages and gifts to students all over school. You were full of energy as you quickly delivered your messages to the students as to not waste any time once it was time for the meet up.

♡

The end of the school day was finally here. You dashed to your locker to get your stuff and the bouquet and dashed out the door. You gained a lot of looks from some students since you were in a hurry, and also the fact that you were carrying a giant bouquet of paper flowers with you. You were sure that you got glares from some of the girls since they were jealous of your gift, but none of that mattered right now.

Finally, after a going down the subway station and arriving at the designated shop. You stopped in your tracks and looked around, hoping that the person was already there waiting for you. You looked around, but saw no one approaching you. You fixed your slightly messy hair due to the marathon you did and dusted your skirt just to make sure it was perfect. The weather was still kind of cold, so you wore your black stockings under your skirt. Your sister told you it was dumb to wear a skirt in this weather, but you figured today was a special day, so you thought it would be nice to dress up a bit. You did curse yourself for not following your sister’s advice, but the fact that you were going to meet your special someone was worth it.

Five minutes had passed, and there was no sign of anyone coming your way. Maybe this was all a prank someone had pulled, you thought. you thought that maybe Betty gave you someone else’s gift and you were another messenger for them. All these negative scenarios had formed in your head, preparing for the worst-case scenario. Your shoulders slumped slightly in defeat. You were about to turn the other way and go home, until you heard a familiar name being called out.

“Hey Spider-Man!” You looked up to the sky and followed the direction of the phones people were recording with. The neighborhood superhero was swinging from building to building, and the direction he was swinging at made you tear up a bit.

The closer he was getting, the more your heat beat sped up as if it was preparing for a marathon. You instinctively held up your arms the best as you could with the bouquet in your hands still. Right on cue, Peter picked you up from the ground and swung you both away. You held on as best as you could so that Peter could still swing with ease with all the stuff you had. If you were focusing on the ground, the view of the neighborhood from above wasn’t something you didn’t see every day and you would’ve appreciated it. Right now, however, your mind could only focus on the fact that the person who sent you the gift was the person who you’ve wanted this whole time.

Peter finally settled you on your apartment building and took his mask off after making sure no one was around. His face was also the same shade as yours, accompanied with a nervous but goofy smile. You tried to cover yourself with the bouquet, but you knew you couldn’t stop looking at him while waiting for either of you to say something.

“So, d-do you like your gift? I-I know it looks kind of weird and has a lot wrinkly bits, but I really hope you like it...”

you took a step closer to Peter and looked at his eyes that were sincere and full of love. You took one of the flowers that was on the verge of falling off from the bouquet and placed it between your ear before speaking.

“Well, before I answer that question, let me ask you something,”

Peter swallowed his saliva in anticipation and nervousness.

“How did you come up with this gift? and also how long did it take to make it?” You raised a brow while admiring his work in your hands. Peter put his lips into a tight line and rubbed the back of his neck. The share of red still painting his face while trying to think of a way to answer.

“I may or may not have listened in to your conversation with you sister last night...” Your eyes went wide at his answer. Last night? that meant-

“You only made this last night?!” Peter fiddled with his mask while looking down at his foot. the gesture gave you away the answer to your question. You felt touched by his intentions and dedication to make the gift for you.

“Was it... hard? you know, since you had to make all these tiny flowers and the whole wrapper overnight...”

“Oh, you wouldn’t believe how many times I had to replay that video over and over again to try and get those baby breaths right!” You both laughed at his words. You could already imagine the scenario in your head and the frustrated look he had on his face while trying to make the flowers.

You opened your mouth to say something, only to close it again fearing that you were just assuming things. Lucky for Peter, he noticed.

“If you want to say something, just say it. I think I know what you’re about to say...” Peter reached out to grab your hand in his and squeezed it, giving you affirmation to say what you wanted to say. Instead of saying what you wanted to say, you shuffled around your bag to find the red envelope you had wanted to give to him.

Peter saw the red envelope and took it from you. He looked at you to ask if it was ok to open it now. You nodded your head and watched as he opened the envelope as quickly as possible. You turned around and face the other way so that you wouldn’t have to see the expression on Peter’s face when he read it.

Dear Peter Parker,

I remember the first time we met. We were both on top of our apartment building, wanting to just have time for ourselves from the world. Wanting just a moment of silence to ourselves. Only the difference was that I was bawling my eyes out because I had a bad day. You, who were a stranger at the time went up to me. You didn’t know who I was, but you were always one to look out for the little guy. Months passed and we became close. Especially, after that one night you opened the wrong window and crashed at my bed.

From then on, you trusted me with you secret. I always wondered if you came to me because I was closest to your place, or it was because of something more. Nevertheless, I enjoyed those moment where you would come to me for refuge after a long night.

Though, even before I knew you were Spider-Man, I knew you were someone I would want to keep close to my heart. It seems like I kept you too close to my heart, that you took it from me. I would ask you to give it back, but I actually prefer it this way. I know I look like a coward for saying this through my writing but I hope you can answer my question in front of me, whether it is an answer I am hoping for, or an answer that will make me look like a fool.

Peter Parker, would you let me keep your heart?

Peter could hear your heart beating fast as you waited for his answer. The only thing you didn’t know was that his heart was beating as fast as yours. He could even mistake it as if your hearts were both in sync. He folded back the letter and took a step closer to you slowly. His hand finding a way to your opposite cheek, which made your turn around. Your eyes were closed, in fear that he was going to respond to your question in a way that would make your heart break. If it wasn’t for his suit, your face would’ve literally burned his skin if it could. Instead of hearing a rejection from him, you could feel a warmth sensation in your lips.

You knew what this was. You didn’t need to open your eyes to know that Peter was kissing you which was also the answer you were anticipating. You dropped the bouquet to the floor and wrapped your arms around his neck. Peter followed your movement and placed his hand on your hips to deepen the kiss. After a minute or two, you both finally pulled away, the color red never leaving your face from the beginning.

“I take it that your answer is yes...?” Peter chuckled.

He leaned his head forward and placed his forehead on your own while giving you his signature goofy smile.

“I do say, you have a way with words princess,” It was your turn to laugh at his comment.

“Princess? So now were moving on to the nick name phase huh?”

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! It just slipped out, I didn’t mean it! well I mean I do mean it, but if you don’t want that then that’s ok too-” You placed your lips on his again, it was a quick one, but it was sure to shut him up for a bit.

“I don’t mind Peter. In fact, I like it” Now you were the bold one by linking your hands with his and giving him a sincere smile. Peter could only stare back at you and smile along with you.

“So, does this mean we’re together-together now?”

You made a humming sound before answering him.

“We are, if you properly answer the question from my letter”

Peter gave your hand one last squeeze before letting it go and picking up the paper bouquet that was on the floor. He stretched his arm out as if he was going to give you the bouquet again and answered your question that was going to really seal the deal.

“Yes Y/N, you can keep my heart forever, as I will keep yours forever!”

Your stretched your hand out to take out the flower from him, but he suddenly retracted his hand back and put his hands on his hips.

"Hey, I know you gave me a letter and all that contained your undying love for me, but I remembered that you made a promise to me that you would give me and our friends your home-made chocolates..."

Peter gave you an open palm and motioned his fingers in a curling motion, telling you that he wanted something.

"So, where's mine?"

"Oh, so that's what this was about! You come here giving me a paper bouquet, send me an anonymous letter, make me wait five minutes might I add," You folded your arms and turned the other way.

"AND, I had decided to tell you my true feelings through my letter, which I will say I am a GREAT POET for an amateur! and NOW your asking for V-day chocolates, smooth parker, smooth"

You made a huff sound, making it sound like you were angry, but really you were teasing him

"Oh come one Y/N, you know that's not what I meant!" Peter moved to the other side so you could see him in front of you.

You playfully looked at your fingernails while replying.

"Gee, I don't know Peter, guess I might have to re-think this whole dating thing between us..." You gave him a playful smirk.

You left him speechless for a bit before deciding to leave him on the rooftop and head towards the stairs. Peter finally went back to reality and jogged up to you.

"C'mon! I was joking!! Y/N? Princess?? BABE?! Wait up!"

[3rddimension]

I’m going anon cause I don’t want to get harassed on my main blog for what I’m gonna ask here. Why is it so important to know if two celebrities are dating? I love Shayne and Courtney but I don’t ship them or any other real people cause to me it feels invasive, but I kinda would like to know what goes through fans who do need this kind of go out of their way to confirm that they are right. At the end of the day, it doesn’t really affect us and it probably makes the cast be overly cautious of what they post in fear of being misinterpreted or getting their actual relationship outed when they aren’t ready for it to go fully public.

Hey! it’s chill here. Most of the ask here is anon anyway. Let me start by explain a bit of myself first:

So I'm super recently know Smosh and both Courtney & Shayne. (I'll called them C & S) My first exposure to Smosh is on TNTL#106 (Released on Oct 26th 2022) because of Funhaus collab. Which I watched them regularly.

After that, I start watching others Funhaus collab and saw both C & S and instantly found that they have a very unique chemistry. So I decided to explore further more and start falling in love with them. At first, I thought that they're already couple until I found "Sucks At Dating" video series that make me realized they're singles back then. lmao

Then, I start follow C & S on their social to get to know them better and saw that C has YouTube channel and just restart posting vlog after 3 years hiatus. Of course I jump in and watch. After watching S's TikTok and C's vlog, I start seeing the same room all over their video. That's when I first realized that Shourtney might be real.

Let's explain the origin of proof post. I'm mostly using Tumblr as my fandom expression. When I arrived here, Shourtney tag is basically a graveyard. Not a lot of people rarely using it anymore. So I decided to create the post after I saw that Tumblr post:

At first, the post is just this photo and bunch of things that I noticed in their video. But somehow there's still people checking Shourtney tag and found my post. They start sending me to fans IG that post even more proof and stuff. (Which from my standpoint, I really don't like that they put it there because both C & S used IG regularly.) Then it became what the post is today. Which I will ONLY posting the photo or video that they're will to share.

That's about it from me! Let go to your question. Imma go by Q&A bullet point here:

Q: Why is it so important to know if two celebrities are dating?

A: So, after spending time in this fandom. A lot of people here just loved their chemistry and their interaction together and want them to be happy. But in the back of our mind, if they're not dating we should respect their decision and just appreciated those moment that we can see in the video. So when we finally know that they're really dating, we just happy that they're happy and looking for more thing that they're willing to share with us. (Which they recently do btw)

Q: I love Shayne and Courtney but I don’t ship them or any other real people cause to me it feels invasive.

A: Yeah at first we don't really do shipping because real people shipping is MOSTLY IMPOSSIBLE to happen and we want to respect them. But if you watch old SmoshCast. There's a discussion about Shourtney shipping that they talk about. Synopsis is below:

They basically doesn't care if anyone ship them and C was also in shipping situation also. Also, if you're watching C anon Q&A that just released recently. She answered the question that is Shourtney fans annoyed her or not. Which she answer that it's not. (There's also a comment about cyberstalking which happened before my time here. I can do some recap from what I know if anyone interested.)

Q: I kinda would like to know what goes through fans who do need this kind of go out of their way to confirm that they are right.

A: After spending time in the fandom, you will find people who love Shourtney but they don't know that it's real and I hope my post can be of help in this fandom.

Btw, there's also a Shourtney denier. Which they cannot accept that they're really together. They lurked around social and try to shutdown the discussion about them. Even if they start not hiding anything anymore.

Q: At the end of the day, it doesn’t really affect us and it probably makes the cast be overly cautious of what they post in fear of being misinterpreted or getting their actual relationship outed when they aren’t ready for it to go fully public.

A: Yup, it doesn't affect me or others. Which is why we're chilling here and not like think about them 24/7. (There's some shitty people ask that cross the line before and I just shut them down immediately)

Also, they start to don't give a fuck about sharing now. Like last 2-3 weeks. She started posting their selfie like 2-3 photos in the photo dump and another double date selfie with Shelby and her boyfriend. If you look back to last year. You will NEVER see this kind of content from them ever.

Finally, If you watch her community Q&A. There's a question about if she's willing to share her dating life or not. She answered that she's mostly an open book but right now she's on her own pace and everything that she post is for the reason. So you can get that she start to get comfortable to share with us now.

That's pretty much it! If you have anymore question you can send through the ask. I don't care if it's anon or not. Happy to answer the question.

[bannanafanta]

My opinion is still the same. They're using the exact damn information as was used in the previous doc (actually less, leaving out parts) that were used to defend Bug and Java previously. It repeats the same claims, doesn't show how anything was forced, makes Murciè for real look worse in all honesty.

Same freaking talking points just twisted to somehow fit their narrative. All it does is more clearly state that this kid who was doing nsfw shit, shows them as being aggressive towards their "fps" needing to follow their nsfw account, showing aggressions towards anyone who didn't believe them, ect.

I see no asking for pictures of this person, no sexual comments directed towards the minor themselves, they keep referencing vc chats that NEITHER party provided with a "just trust me bro" explanation. There's no threats of "well if you don't do this then I'm gonna [generic threat idk expose you online?]", and the original doc (made by Java/Bug - available to the entire public) shows more chat logs than this one.

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All that was added to this doc was Bug and Java liking comments that supported them on their Tiktok and Bug's original statements about being angry that someone they thought was their friend was calling them a p*do along with other things. Bug didn't curse, was logical in their explanation, and of all things was telling the truth.

And even their new thread was an apology for allowing someone who's literally one year away from being an adult be allowed to express their interests in adult subjects through their ocs and share adult art. Then for Java there was a single comment about pulling someone's tie being used as 'proof', and a censored picture from Murciè which could of been a literal meme for all I know.

All of these people despite being so close in age are all still teenagers and probably still live with their parents. They's gonna act like teenagers, they's gonna get mad at each other and make impulsive decisions. But that's no damn excuse to call someone a p*do and all this other shit.

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THE ONLY HARRASSMENT that was happening was from those 6 accounts trying to make fun of a serious allegation. It was completely distasteful, and had there been evidence of an actual predatory offence here, they could have been jailed for making those accounts.

Everything else they was calling harassment was people not believing the 'trust me bro' explanations w/ no evidence. They was asking questions and Murciè was crying wolf over it.

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Let's not forget that Murciè is the same person who send literal S*lf H*rm to someone who was defending their own opinions, and was trying to get Murciè's side of the story (trying to get him to show some level of proof that showed Java/Bug targeting them with sexual comments. AKA directing sexual comments or making passes at Murciè themselves). Also the SH wasn't even theirs, it was someone else's/fake.

There's also this:

Which this was posted 20 days before they even asked anyone about following or even making the account.

Idk how they's even allowed to try using their mental illness as an excuse either when's they's supposed to be on meds for that. FR if I went around acting like some privileged asshole and used my autism as an excuse, ya'll know damn well people be tearing me to shreds or laughing about how weak of a damn excuse that is.

@artsybug0 please just cut off people at this point, because if they can't see it, it's hopeless for them. Ain't ya'lls faults that some people got the IQ of a toaster strudel. Just don't ever think that being 17 is old enough to make NSFW bc they's your friend, ppl with fr stab you in the back calling you a p*do over anything.

And if you and Java wanna use this thread to help you (if you think it will help) then you two go right ahead.

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I don't see any predatory behavior, I see one pushy teenager (Murciè) trying to tear down two artists cause they was mad over something. All I see is ONE artist allowing someone a year from being an adult engage on talking about NSFW topics regarding fictional characters with them. And that was shown BY THE ARTIST in question and admitted by the artist, and they apologized for it.

Murciè started the conversations, Murciè was using all caps basically screaming for attention these artists to follow the NSFW account they were already planning on making before asking them, and they literally backhanded themselves in the face by saying they was getting prayed on and was being pressured.

There was no coercement, there was no sexual comments, questions, or statements were ever directed towards Murciè.

Please read the doc on mine and javas side of the accusations. We recommend you read it in the google doc app and on mobile for the best quality.