#if you act a fool on here i'm blocking and reporting.

[2bu]

posting this on behalf of a friend of mine who reached out to me + requested i post their last words to tumblr after being forced to pretty much leave due to antiblackness.

from my friend iso :

"if theres one thing i wish that could change before i come back to this app is really the treatment of black transfems and just black people and experiences in general , especially when entering into communist and or leftist spaces . i know identity politics is annoying and cringe for a lot of people here … ( which is odd because some how its often weaponized for the most mundane things that often inturn harm people who call out egregious behavior but i digress )

but im saying that as a black transsexual thats often times being othered by groups who are supposed to be for me and looking out for me i just notice things way more quickly than others do . i dont expect to be coddled , i dont even expect to be protected because i would rather do that myself . what im requesting for is to finally see a shift in how people treat black experiences and people in general .

long story short , i left a friend group that refused to tell me why the air was so hostile and stuffy and .. for awhile i got bitter and just didnt want to deal with anything involving gatherings anymore because even in my lifetime outside of online spaces ive always have been given the cold shoulder and weird avoidance after i speak my mind how ever i please , received death threats at my DOORSTEP for just telling the masses during the days of my participation in activism , what my pain and suffering was like all at the age of 15 .

ive never known tenderness or love and i still dont know what home feels like at the age of 22 . ive been to speakeasy after speakeasy , bar after bar , reading circles after reading circles and still the black experience and existence is met with so much animosity and hatred . this last line might be a little too personal but i actually reject the synthetic wax poetic love you sent to my wife because i hope to god he doesnt see that sorry , pathetic excuse of a message i got back because lord knows i cannot hold him back after that and i Personally hope to never see you again , full stop .

to the other people listening and those i met on my last leg , the ones i still think about and appreciate for giving me visibility , i love you ! and people who are just reading this i also love you .

i just want you to do the same for us . you need to recognize your ugly parts before its way too late because its ok we all have blind spots . i did ! and im just starting to learn from that . i dont regret the love i gave to them but i regret that i choose to give it to people who quite frankly , never deserved it .

i just hope my presence and the presence of other beautiful black souls makes you feel more inspired to explore and experience more . all we have is each other and we need to start acting on that . ily !"

[purity-in-heart]

No More! It's Time to Rally!

I'm officially calling it, to all of the cardiophile community here on Tumblr! I say no more! For too long, female users especially have been pushed around and harassed to an illegal amount, pushing and breaking our limits. This recent string of harassment has exploited the vulnerable and left them scared to an illegal degree. Some have been dehumanized to their heart and sex, others have been doxxed and give their exact location. When users aren't seemingly-purposefully insensitive about being unable to understand how posting again can be so hard, they're threatened and/or insulted. This isn't the full case, but it gives an idea on what has become of our community by one or a handful of people who often exploit the anon system because they know they will get an answer and attention when they don't flood DMs. For as long as I had been on here, this community breathed some beautiful new life into my own and I had met many wonderful people in every way imaginable. I have, too, seen the occasional fool, but I have never seen things like this nor have I seen it so bad. Even non-cardiophiles who look into heartbeats are being dragged into our situation and put in the crossfire. I say no more! No more! No more! No more! No more! This is my righteous anger, and I ask- No, I'm genuinely beyond asking. This is too important. So I demand it! It's time we raise the banner and wave it high! This is our community! Let's take it back!! I call to EVERYBODY in Tumblr's cardiophile community! It's time! We will rally and unite, and defend our family, our home, and protect our lives from these harassers, if it's not one person! We will not let them tear us down or turn against each other and we will not compromise! But we can only truly do this if we do it together!

I'm calling for every member on here who is still here! If you're sick of this, voice yourself in defiance. This is what we'll do for now until these harassers are banned and peace is returned:

- No answering toxic anons - Block harassing DMs and report the sender. - Pool together every last bit of information, no matter how irrelevant it may seem, we have collectively until we can pinpoint who this person or these people are and where they're coming from, so we can ban them and make this community safer. - Never act unless with absolute certainty so we don't turn on each other and accidentally ban an innocent user. - Never harass or insult a suspect or anybody who might be guilty, it will only breed more harm and toxicity and give these harassers what they want. - Never ever let them push us around or make us feel afraid, angry or insecure again. Ever. These harassers feed on this and the attention like vampires. The time is now, people! Stand together or be afraid. We won't know if something, anything, will work unless we try and never give up. Which would you rather do? Because we are not powerless and I won't let anybody feel that way, much less be made to feel that way.

I stand

[basilsbestpainting]

I wasn't going to make this post then I realized that no, this is bugging me a enough to make a fool of myself publicly.

I just read this ap new article about the CEO murder and I'm a bit peeved about a lot of things, so I'll take it in order. This is going to be very long so.

1st off, some experts (according to this article) are starting to call this domestic terrorism. I'm sorry but that's a fucking stretch if I've ever heard one. Let's look at the definition of domestic terrorism within the US legal system (U.S. Code at 18 U.S.C. 2331(5)) according to the FBI's Domestic Terrorism: Definitions, Terminology, and Methology

"Involving acts dangerous to human life that are a violation of the criminal laws of the United States or of any State;

-Appearing to be intended to:

1. Influence the policy of government by intimidation or coercion; or

2. Affect the conduct of a government by mass destruction, assassination or kidnapping;

-And occur primarily within the territorial jurisdiction of the United States."

This crime did not attempt to affect the US government in any way. At least, not in any way that has been released publicly. It was premeditated murder. Means, motive, opportunity.

2nd, another article I saw mentioned that the finger prints and bullets have already been matched. Which, I very much doubt has gone through all the proper channels. My degree is in forensics so I know exactly what this process is like. Matching prints and bullets/casing/guns are some of the most time-consuming disciplines in the field. Most pieces you get are in awful shape. So, assuming the scientists were told to put all other work aside and focus solely on this case (which I'm apt to believe at this point), they received the evidence 6, 7 days ago. They'll have worked on it and gotten preliminary findings.

Luigi is arrested on the 9th, so then the gun and finger prints are received. They'll have to repeat this process with the new evidence, approaching it as if it's completely separate to help avoid bias. Then any findings need to be reviewed by a second analyst (depending on the department it might just be matches that need this). Any report also need both a technical and safety review. This all takes a lot longer than one or two days if you want my opinion (though I haven't been employed in a lab yet).

3rd point: we all seem to vaguely forgetting one of the main points of the American criminal justice system that makes it different than a lot of others. Everyone is innocent unless proven guilty by a jury of their peers beyond a shadow of a doubt. Luigi is NOT the shooter until after sentencing, legally speaking. And if he isn't sentenced all this press is going to destroy his life like a lot of other people erroneous arrested and charged.

One last thing: clown too hard here or call me a cop for my degree and your getting blocked

[ask-sota-urameshi]

A warning to my followers

OP here, I wish I didn't have to make this post but since it started with someone harassing the notes of a post in this blog I felt obligated to. I don't have many followers on this blog but hopefully it reaches even a few people.

If anyone reading this receives or has received a reply or message from @icefox666 DO NOT ENGAGE THEM. REPORT AND BLOCK THEM. DO NOT GIVE THEM YOUR TIME OR ATTENTION.

They are a sad little troll who makes outlandish and false claims and harasses others in fandoms. I won't name names of those I've spoken to about them for anonymity's sake, but I know for a fact they've sent dozens of messages over a short period to various people, not just about fandoms but also making personal verbal attacks which were entirely unwarranted. They claim to want to protect children but don't even think of the way they word it and quite frankly paint themselves as a lunatic. Then when people don't take the bait they slink away until a later time.

Not even 10 seconds after I got this screenshot the little clown blocked me lol. And the post itself didn't even mention the server.

First off, anyone can lie about their age. The only verification you could possibly do would be to request a form of ID, which if you don't have one or if it shows you're not 18 you wouldn't get in. Second, I'm a member of several servers all of which are 18+. Hell in one we've had a few minors sneak in who lacked the foresight to not have their ages in their bios.

Third, 'there are minors in their server looking at porn as we speak'. Lol, lmfao even. Minors looking at porn. The shock! The horror! The Scandal! Teens have been sneaking around looking at porn online for as long porn has been online, I don't pretend I didn't. Our parents and grandparents bought dirty magazines before those times.

Next point, this individual spammed this comment TWENTY (20) times in the notes of a singular post. Honey even if you actually care about minors you are going about it in the wrong way. Truly, I hope you find a better outlet for your feelings, I also hope you find a therapist who can help you work out your troubles. But do not take out your misguided sense of morality on a group of mostly 25+ adults who come together in a common love for a series that brings them and so many others great joy in this often dark and dreary world.

And yes, there have been times when abusers and groomers have used fiction to groom and abuse their victims, but the blame lies not with the fictional content itself but with the abusers for using it in that manner. If you, like so many others, cannot distinguish fiction from reality, if you cannot accept that fictional characters are not real people who have no rights to be violated feelings to hurt or agency to be taken away and are tools used to move a narrative, then I don't even feel sorry for you.

Stop making a fool of yourself and either get some help, or leave people the fuck alone. Life is hard enough without people like you who act this way. Genuinely just stop. There's a lot more I wanna say but I'm not gonna waste any more of my time or energy on you. The block button exists for a reason, please exercise your right to use it.

[just-promise-me-jm]

An essay no one asked for

It was a long stressful day today so when I was taking a break from work I decided to do a quick scroll through social media to see what had been going on today.

Unsurprisingly, I almost immediately came across a number of posts trying to shade Jimin or make fun of his fans along with the typical "fuck solos" type narratives that seem so popular these days. All I really wanted to see were cute pictures of Jimin on his way to Hungary or hear some theories on what he might be doing there.

In fact, here is a cute Jimin pic to thank you for taking the time to even read the rest of this:

credit to @UpdateParkJimin

So here is a short list of a few of the things I saw just today:

Jimin is obviously copying JK by going to film something in Hungary (such a stupid theory and I saw someone post that Seventeen actually went there first)

Jimin isn't as popular as JK because he didn't get mobbed by his fans (tbh they seemed very well behaved and I was proud that they didn't act like absolute fools and put Jimin in danger)

Jimin and the remaining members should just shave their heads already and go to the military so that we can get the promised 2025 reunion (absolute nonsense and a highly problematic take)

Solos are the worst and should be eradicated from the fandom (just because you are a solo it doesn't make you toxic, just like being an ARMY doesn't mean you are a good person)

Obviously I'm sure there is a lot more than that but that is all I had the pleasure of seeing on my break. Now most of these aren't totally new, just the same story with a different font, but it doesn't make it any more fun each time they go around. I could go into detail on any of these but to be honest most of them are so shallow and stupid that it's not even worth bothering.

What I really want to focus on today is the narrative that solos are toxic and something that needs to be removed from fandom spaces. The reality is that almost everyone in the fandom has a self-professed bias that they proudly display in their bio or profile pic. Even if they have a tiny seven somewhere in there, it doesn't make that fact any less true. I think it's natural to be more drawn to one person, one type of food, one pair of shoes, etc. as your favorite and it's incredibly rare that anyone can honestly say that they "love everyone equally" (even if it's your mom saying she doesn't have a favorite child, I don't believe her).

Like I said above, I know that some solos are toxic just like I know some ARMY are toxic. Again, I think that unfortunately it's natural that some people are going to just be shitty people no matter what. What it really all comes down to is how you treat others and how you conduct yourself in these fandom spaces. I said this in my first post but I'll say it here again - you and I don't have to agree on everything to treat each other with respect and decency. But if you come into a space and harass others and generally act like an idiot then yea you should be barred from those spaces. Painting a whole group in broad brushstrokes, however, is not the solution.

Saying you "hate solos" (which let's be real - it's often just a thinly veiled way to hate on PJMs or other Jimin supporters) just means that you are stereotyping a whole group of people that hold a variety of beliefs, feelings and behaviors. If you see something truly problematic that someone is posting or saying do what you are supposed to do - block and report. If it's just that someone doesn't agree with you or if you have some sick obsession with Jimin and his success - do me a favor and turn off your phone for a bit. Calling other people names and harassing them because they don't think your fave is the greatest thing ever is just pathological.

We live in a really messy world and I will never understand the desire to make it messier for others by being a dick. A much better way to spend your time and energy in a fandom is to actually do the things that help support your bias - stream, buy, vote, and share them with others who might not have found them yet. Or be like me and write multiple paragraphs that people may never read in an attempt to call out some real bullshit that is going on.

If you read this, I appreciate really it 💗.

Here is another Jimin for your time:

[stealth-liberal]

While Jumbler on this site focuses massively on left wing issues and left wing sins (of which Jew Hatred is paramount) I live in a red area, so my life and the lives many other Jews just like me are different.

Jews like us have MAGA nutbags come up to us, apropos of NOTHING, and try to get us to agree with them about the CRAZIEST islamphobic bullshit you've ever heard in your life. For Jews like us, this is the only time right wing antisemites try to do anything other than terrify us or try to bully us out of our homes and neighborhoods, or to bully our children out of the schools. And it's so clearly a trap that they actually think we're stupid enough to fall for, that we might actually play respectability politics for them. That we'll be the "good Jew" that they can point to that they know, so as to defend themselves from accusations of antisemitism or straight being a neo-nazi.

I haven't met a Jew yet who plays along. For Sephardim, MENA, Mizrahi, and Beta Israel Jews... it's so very clear they want them to play "the good darkie" and for many Ashkenazi Jews, it's so clear they want them to twist themselves into knots to prove that they're "white like you". It's a losing game. No Jew can be "the good darkie" enough for them. No Jew can be white enough for them. They will ALWAYS toss us into the fire.

In my city, we have Jews and Muslims, and we don't have the option to tear each other apart. There is an embedded hate element here, and for the most part, we watch each other's backs. It isn't always perfect, but I don't mind watching my Muslim neighbors back, and they don't mind watching mine, and so on and so forth.

Why am I writing about this? Because since the war in Israel began, I have had some stomach churning experiences in my town. Many of them some right wing fuck nugget trying to get me to agree that we should do some sort of violent act towards Muslims in this country because... blah, blah, blah. And when I back away and vehemently don't agree, they practically turn purple with rage and yell at me. I live in a city that Marjorie Taylor Greene visited on her Jewish Space Laser tour. So it's just a day ending in Y for me. It's clear they want to scare me, but I used to be a Marine, don't let the makeup fool you, I can take care of myself easily. That kind of thing doesn't scare me.

But I want to be clear. I hate Hamas with every fiber in my body. I support Israel's right to exist and to defend itself. I do not, nor have I ever hated Palestinians. They're just people, individuals. I do not, nor have I ever hated Muslims. They're just people, individuals. No Muslim that I've ever known has made me feel unsafe, hated, or in any way fearful. I've spent too much of my adult life in areas with small or even tiny Jewish populations to turn away someone who's willing to reach out and watch my back. I think most of the Muslims I know have had the same situations.

So if one more fucking right-wing antisemite/islamaphobe comes up to me and tries to get me to agree to some Muslim hatred nonsense... I swear to G-d, they're getting my hands in their teeth. Same goes for online encounters. Though instead of hands, you'll get blocked and reported.

I have been dealing with intense antisemitism both in my real life town and online. I refuse to add islamaphobia to that shitty cocktail. Go find some other putz, I'm not the one. I'm heartbroken and enraged right now. Don't try me. I'm not your fucking pawn. Jews are not your scape goats nor your pawns.

[thisblogwilleatourselves]

turned anti rqs posts into a pro rq song

This kind of act be sick as freaky fuck

Plagued by thoughts we can't control

mentally unwell developmental behind

we're accepting of pro faith identities

hoping to not be exiled out here as rad

personally we support them bad queers

i hate you fucking unsupporters of crust

would be around someone who proclaim

looking to collect them all the youth libs

not trusting an goverments exploitations

antis they're all for beating your face in

if you are any of those, fuck right off too

we chose to become plural fuck you ooo

i'm into degenerates into a lot worse fool

this lable does support real life consent

if you are a survivor unblock this person

but you aren't weak or worthless for that

who term gonna get termed who reports

this user is recovering from bigotries lies

refuse to translate your quirks don't hide

can't stand those who say they a freak

yet only sanatized versions your scream

yeah practically the same as the foe

wishing all people a horrible pride month

reblog if you're a beautiful sin this hunch

are you fucking real, we do expierence it

debunk misinfo just starting arguments

why are we blocked, it's another fighting

requested by anon, a transidentity loving

start thinking you are the future, believe

smell your scent your validations sewn

protect this prey draw close your soul

yea we need 50 definitions there no limit

hyperfixation on media it is the you in it

how much more blatant can we be, see

full of fakers spreading fun and laughter

casted off dysphoria ascend transition

words don't have meaning, world is ours

dealing with right wingers and medicalist

stand up us true predators defend flocks

we are abhorrent and terrifying, keep defying our little precious burning fire

[the-spirited-one]

gonna be very honest with you, because it seems you just don't understand.

First of all: it's obviously a bit. I'm autistic as well, and also struggle with understanding if someone is being sarcastic, and I understand where you're coming from, but generally when someone argues with you and you don't listen to what they are saying they'll start making fun of the situation instead. It was incredibly funny, at the very least.

Even if you are practicing Hinduism and you might've thought they were being serious, a simple look at their page and what they tend to post can show if they are the type to joke around or not. If you didn't like where the conversation was going, it's incredibly easy to stop it with many methods, including not replying and/or blocking. Your method, of repeatedly acting like a fool, was only fuel to a fire.

if you don't want people to harass you, just. Shut up. Don't reply. Let it die, as all things on the internet do. I do not CARE that your the "confrontational type", you just look stupid. It's not worth it. You're obviously a kid, or at least have the emotional maturity of one, and you're only digging your hole further until you either get mass reported for being a meanass or get forgotten about because, let's face it, you're a mediocre artist who thinks they know everything. Not saying that to be mean, but its the truth. Your art won't progress past that unless you learn to expand your horizons and understand other arguments.

My advice? I don't think you deserve the harassment. Genuinely, I don't. I know this comment here may seem mean-spirited but really, it's just a humourous situation that got a bit out of hand. I'd suggest to you to at least try what their suggesting. Even if you can't imagine ideas for your ocs or have good anatomy, you won't learn unless you take the training wheels off. All good things come with PRACTICE. If you don't, well, nobody's actually stopping you. That's the beauty of it. Live and let live. If you see someone disagreeing with something you do or something you disagree with next time, just block and move on. Btw, yes, you can block anons. Search it up, the instructions are there. Hell, block me to practice. Im blocking you after I send this ! It's relaxing !

I hope you hear my words, at the very least, and just let it go. Laugh it off. Go get some water. Enjoy your day. And learn. That's all.

Blocking people fixes absolutely nothing and just means they keep bullying and slandering you in private, except this time you can't see it. I don't get why using an art base is seen as such a shameful thing, it's there to help! Maybe it gave you an idea for a cool pose you can't draw yourself or something. It's not a sin, it's not something worth shaming someone over or calling the art they post for fun mediocre. What about this is meant to be advice??

[solareclivse]

operative || original story ☆

elora was just a normal, granted very late, nurse going about her uneventful life when she realized, the world was completely empty. Not a person, animal, or even insect in sight. Her life begins to drastically change when she gets an emergency alert on her phone and a notification to report to a "handler"...

a possibly dumb story, written by yours truly ~ eclipsa

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I jolt awake suddenly and look over at the bright red lights on my alarm clock. 7 am. Two hours late.

"Oh, no no no. This can't be right." I snatch the clock off my nightstand, tears slowly forming in my eyes. I overslept. How could I oversleep? I fall out of bed and rush through my morning routine, just barely stopping to pour myself a cup of day-old coffee, still sitting in the pot, on my way out of my house. When I step outside something seems, off, different than usual. But I don't have time to fool around with what's different about an already bad morning. I was never going to hear the end of this from Lisa. I quickly get into my car and swerve out of the driveway, barely missing my mailbox. When I get onto the road I look around and notice something is strange again, no cars.

"At 7 am, really? Maybe my luck isn't so bad after all." I mumble, pushing the speed limit a little to get to work faster. There are no cars around so why not? When I arrive at the hospital I pull into the first empty parking spot I can find. Except, every other spot is also...empty? Maybe everyone just parked on the second floor for some strange reason. I don't have time to question every little detail so quickly brush it off and rush straight to my post for the morning.

"Lisa I am so sorry I-", I stammer out, looking up from checking my bag for just a minute to notice, no one is in the hospital. But the hospital never closes, we always have people no matter what. Patients, doctors, residents, nurses, someone, should be here.

"Uh, hello? Anybody there?", I call out, my voice echoing off the empty hospital walls. I walk over to a window in the waiting room and look outside. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Not a car in the street, not even a bird flying through the air.

"What is going on..here?", I quietly whisper to myself., pulling my phone out of my pocket. No signal. I run over to the computer behind the receptionist's desk. No internet, nothing. "This can't be right, I must be dreaming, right?", I think quietly, pinching myself.

"Ouch", I exclaim softly, maybe it's just a really realistic dream? I try putting my finger through my hand. Solid flesh, as expected.

"If I'm not dreaming then what exactly is going on here." I think out loud, cautiously looking around.

"Warning, emergency alert. Warning, emergency alert.", a loud automated voice boomed from my phone. I jump and quickly take it out of my pocket to find that my phone screen was black with a big red and white block that read, "EMERGENCY". I frantically tap the screen, trying to quiet the loud announcement, when my screen suddenly changes.

"Report to handler and await further instructions?" I read aloud.

Handler? Is it talking about Lisa? My boss? I've never heard of any "handler" before.

"This must be some sort of prank", I scoff to myself, "Ha ha guys very funny, you had me going there for a second." I look around, hoping for everyone to suddenly come out and give up the act. No response. My phone is still screaming emergency alert at me. I cover my ears and put it in my pocket to try to muffle the noise. I walk over to the window and look outside again. Still no one. Sighing, I grab my keys and bookbag and head to the hospital entrance. When I walk outside and look around, the air feels stale. The only noise is my, still, very loud phone. I angrily take it out of my pocket again to see if I can turn it off, but to my surprise, there's now a map displayed on the screen. The destination is a nearby Starbucks, just a few blocks away. Since this was the only lead I have, I start walking.

"This has gotta be the craziest dream I've ever had. Maybe I should lay off the late-night binge-watching and ice cream tubs, sugar is bad before bed anyways."

When I reach the Starbucks it looks pretty empty, just like everywhere else. Great, another dead end. I round the corner to go back to the hospital, only to run right into something hard. I stagger back, rubbing my forehead, and look up. It's a person dressed in all black, sunglasses, hands in pockets, the whole mysterious get-up, looking right at me.

"Oh! Jesus, you scared me", I say putting a hand over my heart, "Hey, do you by any chance know why there's literally no one around?", I asked awkwardly. Silence.

"Um, hello???", I chuckled nervously, "Are you okay?" I ask, waving my hand and stepping closer to them.

"Are you Elora?", they asked in a deep voice.

I took a step back, "Yeah, who's...asking?", I replied slowly backing away.

"Your handler. Headquarters requests your presence immediately", they reply, completely emotionless.

"What? Handler? You must have the wrong person, see I was just trying to get to my shift an-", they raise their hand, and interrupt me.

"What you were doing before is irrelevant. Headquarters requests an audience with you, and you have a job to do. Let's go." they stated.

"Look, I don't know who you think you are, but I'm not the person you're looking for. If this is your idea of a joke, cut it out. I don't know what's going on here but I want no part of it. I don't know what " headquarters" you're talking about, and I've never seen you in my life so there's no way possible you're my "handler". I don't have a handler and I don't appreciate the way you're talking to me, so I must be on my way. Have a good day." I say annoyed, turning around to leave.

"I'm afraid I can't let you do that Elora," they say grabbing my arm, "When headquarters requests an audience with you, you go. If you will not go willingly, I'm afraid I'll have to resort to using force, and trust me, neither of us wants that."

"Like I said. I'm. Leaving. Now get out of my way.", I say forcefully, narrowing my eyes at them and snatching away my arm. I turn around to leave once again but this time I'm met with strong arms wrapping around my neck and a cloth over my nose and mouth. I scream and kick, trying to get away from them.

"Apologies Ms. Elora, but you left me no choice."

The last thing I heard before the world faded into darkness.

[saxrat]

Hi! Just wanna let you know that the pet fundraiser from 'the90sbest' is a scam. There's an archive of the scammer's posts, blogs, etc here, and a detailed post on general scam red flags here

The main giveaways for this scammer are: 1) their oldest post is a day old. 2) They use USD $ in their post, but if you hover over the paypal link, it says 'country=PH', which is Philippines, where they use Philippine pesos 3) The vet bill says 'Medford, WI' at the top but the paypal is in the Philippines 4) They send people random asks out of the blue, often saying not to answer publicly so they don't appear in searches 5) Their post tells people to send money with paypal 'friends and family', which doesn't have scam protection 6) The first paragraph of the post originally talked about a dog named Rico, but the second paragraph talked about a cat named Biscuit (this is visible in the PSA, the scammer has since fixed it)

I'm sending this message to as many people as I can to warn them and share some tips :) You can report the scammer through 'report something else', 'unlawful uses or content', then 'phishing'. Some people delete the reblogged post, others keep it up and put huge warnings in the reblog field and tags to warn others (it also annoys the scammer, they have to waste time blocking people to hide the comments). Stay safe!

thank you, you are an angel. I donated because I love cats and now I'm super angry. Hopefully I can get my money back 🤷🏻 Shame that people take advantage of people acting out of the goodness of their heart but more fool me for being gullible for cats i guess.

[deviantartdramahub]

Hello! Gelly again! I have another big speech of some sort, but first I wanna say that I forgot something in my last one, oops haha. So another example of hypocrisy with sock-puppets on DA Drama Now is that one of their followers, Doctor Ray, made countless "Kylo-Ren" accounts to harass our friend, Club. And yet, they're wrongly attacking Sam for the same thing.

So, the other thing I intend to tackle this evening is how this group is falsely saying they "want to help me" when in reality they're just trying to scare and manipulate me. I have quite a lot of proof and cases to demonstrate this.

So for start, as you can see here: https://deviantartdramanow.tumblr.com/tagged/gellygirl

They made a whole ass tag for me. They made this so whenever they talk shit on me, they can tag my name for people to click and see everything else they said about me. They likely did this for easy access proof I'm a bad person, the same thing they do to other victims of this group. Sure, you can go "Bro it's just tagging" but notice how they only do this to people they're against. You don't see them tagging Morothias, do you? But yeah, I can admit this is probably my weakest proof, which is one of the reasons why I listed it first.

The 2nd instance of proof I have is them having no problem threatening me with bad things that could happen to me: https://deviantartdramanow.tumblr.com/tagged/gellygirl (This one's debatable as the best proof, as the threat seems to be more of a warning, and this person isn't acting too malicious towards me. Though I'd appreciate it if they'd act less condescending, lol.) https://deviantartdramanow.tumblr.com/post/704925080424251392/wow-of-course-the-sick-fuck-club-would-take (threatening me my good friend would betray me. I haven't made one status thing on my DA, yet he continues to be a wonderful friend.) https://deviantartdramanow.tumblr.com/post/708006114919399424/i-unfollowed-and-blocked-gelly-what-she-did-was (I know I already talked about this post, but it applies here as well for obvious reasons. Yes, the threat is non-sensical, but it's still a threat to report my account and get me in trouble. Another thing to add about this, if they were truly trying to help me, they wouldn't let my reputation get hurt by this, and stick up for me at least a little. But yet Evie happily posts it there with no comment, letting the user say whatever about me. It's also one of the posts that are sexualizing my drawing by calling it a fetish art, but we'll talk about that later...)

https://deviantartdramanow.tumblr.com/post/704836510984372224/laughing-my-rump-off-one-of-clubbys-pals-gelly (And finally, this one. This one's just disgusting and horrible. I expressed to Club long ago how upset and uncomfortable this post made me feel. As this person laughs as they say he'll choke me and take me away. Not to mention no one ever showed slight remorse in the group that I was horrified by this statement. Dear. Fucking. God.)

Another reason that it's obvious that they aren't trying to help me is their willingness to insult me. Insulting someone while saying you're trying to help them is toxic as FUCK. It's way too obvious they're trying to manipulate me, and make me feel small so they can scoop me up away from my friends and use me. Evidence: https://deviantartdramanow.tumblr.com/post/704922897775542273/gellygirl-you-are-a-fool-for-a-minor-other-kids ( Here someone's calling me a fool, calling me unintelligent because I don't jump to conclusions and immediately abandon a friend like some people do.)

https://deviantartdramanow.tumblr.com/post/704925080424251392/wow-of-course-the-sick-fuck-club-would-take (Already talked about this post, but yeah, here's them once again referring to me as a "foolish kid.")

https://deviantartdramanow.tumblr.com/post/705009194279043072/disgusting-i-see-that-club-now-has-watched (Someone calling me stubborn bc I don't listen to their bullshit lol.)

And finally, the last reason why I know they aren't trying to help me. They refuse to hear me out and listen to what I have to say unless it's helping their word. The main evidence of this is them accusing a friend that is YOUNGER than me of taking advantage of me and making me draw fetish art. They refuse to consider the fact that hypnotism can be in a non-sexual context, and are making me and my friend out to be fetish artists when we are BOTH MINORS. I knew Lina for a while, and never ONCE did I see her use hypnotism in a sexual way. Neither in RPs or fan-art of hers. The way she uses it is either one of her evil OCs using it to get minions to take over the world, a classic fun story used in lots of fiction. And when it's used by good OCs, they simply use it to calm chaotic characters down. Oh, and one of her OCs in the fan-art they're sexualizing IS A CHILD CHARACTER! Lina confirmed her to be 14! So not only are they sexualizing a minor's art while accusing another of having a fetish, THEY'RE SEXUALIZING ART WITH A CHILD CHARACTER IN IT! All while they refuse to hear me out. Evidence: https://deviantartdramanow.tumblr.com/post/707728661508472832/i-feel-bad-for-that-gelly-kid-shes-definitely (The shit-stain that dragged Lina into the drama in the first place.) https://deviantartdramanow.tumblr.com/post/707830463335628800/someone-should-warn-gelly-she-drew-fetish-art-im

https://deviantartdramanow.tumblr.com/post/707975406018592768/gelly-instead-of-saying-we-were-wrong-quit-acting (Okay, Lina's not the person who blocked me. The person who did was actually Sam due to a misunderstanding.But we made up and are friends now, so don't worry. She fortunately doesn't even know about the drama going on, and I want to keep it that way. She deserves better than to be dragged into this mess.)

https://deviantartdramanow.tumblr.com/post/708083771187019776/wanna-bet-how-much-club-will-try-to-request-diaper (Now they're saying Club will request fetish art bc of the stupid shit that was started. He was just comforting me after something stressful happened, you creepy sickos, leave us alone.)

https://deviantartdramanow.tumblr.com/post/708083897300402176/funny-that-you-have-this-in-your-favs-gelly-yet (Ah, and finally we have this. This post right here implies they think I genuinely support pedophilia now. Holy fucking shit XD No, hons, ofc not, I support in having ACTUAL pedos get their ass kicked, not a innocent man who wants to make friends and educate those of the importance of helping those with special needs.)

Well...Oh boy that was a lot. I'm sure there's more examples of them manipulating me but I'm sure we can agree this post shows enough, and I feel it's way too long now, haha. Anyways, I hope this post shows some people who are still confused about supporting DA Drama Now how they manipulate their victims.I want them to know it won't work. I know they think I'm a complete idiot and they can easily manipulate me, but they'll never drag me to their side. It makes me sad, I truly wish I was the only one who had to deal with this.

-Gelly.

When reading this I thought about that too. The hypocrisy (or "seeming" hypocrisy, in the off-chance they have a good defense about it and why this doesn't affect the worthiness of the support given to them through the followers of the DA user Morothias) about Doctor Ray and his participation in raiding would be (aside from their KiwiFarms affiliations) the most glaring/discouraging to us. Their idea of helping people is conquest. And yeah tagging can be used for good or bad; I tag people so it's less backbiting-esque for recurring peoples. But then again, they have a written hate list, as if a group about justice would write one. So there is a greater chance they aren't as well-intentioned when tagging. True peacemakers would not readily resort to extortion or ridicule.

We here promise to stand with you against their tactics.

[lilycelebi-side-blog]

Long post time, sadly. I hate that I'm actually talking about my life on social media, but I started this (zero clue why), and I was a fool for doing so....

This was your post, and I did commit the crime of commenting on it. I should've minded my own business as usual, engaging with things I like and chilling. I apologize.

Also, I should preface this by saying this post just expresses disagreement with a viewpoint, and I have no intentions of disrespecting you as a human being.

...here goes:

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I wasn't saying "I wish you never found this community :(" -- I was saying I hate to see that you were traumatized by transitioning, and I am sorry you were. No one should have to go through that experience.

It is great that you found sisterhood and fellowship eventually. I love seeing healing and growth. Hardships, as horrible as they can get, breed opportunities for us to grow as people, and I'm glad you feel you have grown and are continuing to heal.

But, I also feel terrible for the fact that it turned you against the entire process/practice of transition for others just because it didn't work for you. I disagree with that mentality.

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And... yes, gender critical for you apparently does mean anti-trans, given you literally just said I was in fact not the thing I am, and I am "playing make-believe." That's anti-me-being-trans. That's anti-my-identity-and-presentation.

One can criticize things without being anti-them-in-entirety, but this is not the impression I receive.

Both the federal and state government (in my state) recognize me as a man. My coworkers, friends, and family recognize me as a man. I look like, act as, and mentally just am a man.

I have nearly fully transitioned (3 years in), and my medical care is not being interrupted, either -- I am a man with an assigned-female-at-birth body. I've settled with that, and I do not deny my biology. (That's the whole point of the "trans man" label, versus a cis man.)

A "man" is a social role, not a genital or secondary sex characteristic alone. Just as a "woman" is -- many things make up the definition for a "woman." Society (many times stupidly and arbitrarily) lays out what men are supposed to look like and be and what women are supposed to look like and be. I feel most comfortable in my skin and in all spheres of life being a man.

So, no. This is not playing make-believe. It is playing the role I feel most natural playing, rather than a role I was forced to play by society -- much like yourself. It is playing the role my brain naturally gravitated toward, then supporting it by transforming other facets of my person as needed (notably, the name, pronouns, certain parts of the body, and wardrobe).

Thank goodness I had the option of social and medical transition, though, for my individual flavor of grueling self-discovery. It has saved my life.

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I am not anti-you-being-a-detransitioner. I said your experiences as a nonconforming woman were valid. What I said was I wish the trauma didn't turn you toward radfem/TERF/gender-critical territory.

Trans rights (access to "trans" healthcare, more research on the nuances of gender identity, etc.) would actually aid detransitioners and others who are nonconforming but not trans. Trans rights help deconstruct the most harmful parts of a binary system that excludes and marginalizes other genderqueer people, intersex people, and nonconforming cisgender people -- not just transgender people.

This world needs more voices in general to speak up and report their experiences without it blocking access for others and disrespecting the validity of others' experiences.

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tl;dr: Gender nonconforming cis women are valid. Trans people are valid. Both groups can be valid and coexist in this world is all I was saying.

I relate to the post and felt a lot of similar things to you, but a different path was right for me than it was for you, and I wish anti-trans was not your resolve now. I am not anti-detransitioner or anti-woman by any means.

--

[Content warning for some serious trauma stuff below, in relation to yours. May be triggering -- reader discretion advised.]

I also want to mention:

I was sexually harassed and assaulted repeatedly as a woman, I self-harmed, I attempted suicide, I starved myself (to the point of muscles cramping and possibly atrophying, hindering my ability to walk), I went through a period of bulimic behavior and multiple other periods of disordered eating, and I too went through a transformative low point where I nearly died from how much of a failure I felt like, then realized many things I was forced to acknowledge about myself. This all happened over the span of pre-teenhood into early adulthood.

I relate to your post, but just... ended up going down a different path. I respect the path of figuring out you were a woman, regardless of what society says about women, and beginning to love fellow women as well. I am glad this saved your life as transition has saved mine.

dysphoria and desisting

After reading accounts from a number of dysphoric women (some desisted/detrans, others still deeply entranched in gender ideology), I’ve decided to reflect upon my own experience. It’s a bit long and not very well articulated, as I’m not that eloquent in English, so please bear with me.

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[kalee60]

@larkboyd Larissa! I'm sorry you're having a really crappy, awful day! I get you, I honestly do, the last few weeks have been really... Well... trying is probably a polite way of putting it.

So therefore in response to your cry for a distraction and a little care and love - I present you with this little one-shot - I quickly threw it together in the last hour so apologies for any mistakes.

I hope your day gets better and that when you get home tonight you can relax, put your feet up and remember that even though we are all on opposite sides of the world @darter-blue @iamsherlockedondoctorwho and me (plus so many more) are always there for you 😘

Enjoy this Merthur fic made just for you!

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Merlin sighed heavily as he hung his coat over the back of his chair, seeing that he was the only one in the lab's office once again. Frustration didn't even begin to cover it, especially when his phone started to ring almost immediately. 

Eyeing the most hated piece of technology on his desk critically, Merlin tried to work out telepathically if he could figure out who was calling.

A rap on the partition window between his office and the next made him jump. Gaius was staring directly at him, giving him the Eyebrow of Contempt, a phone to his ear and pointing towards Merlin's, which hadn't ceased it's relentless mating call.

"Welcome to Camelot Labs, this is -"

"- Merlin you fool, it's me."

Merlin looked up to see Gaius run a hand over his face tightly, oh right. Maybe he shouldn't have gone out the evening before.

"Were you at the tavern again last night, are you still drunk?"

Looking heavenward, Merlin finally sat down, booting his computer up and wedging the phone between his ear and shoulder.

"It's called a pub, Gaius, and what do you need, I'm extremely busy." He proceeded to place each of his three coloured pens (blue, black and red) neatly next to his blank notepad, adjusted his takeaway coffee so the pattern on the cup faced him, then picked up the red pen and wrote his name with a flourish on top of the page. The heart over the I, probably the best one he'd ever drawn.

"You're on your own today."

"What?" Merlin yelled, dropping the phone to glare at his boss who just shrugged in return, the Eyebrow suddenly looking a little more friendly in the presence of Merlin's plight. He picked up the god awful device to exclaim hotly, "You can't do that to me! I can't hold the fort down by myself, take all these calls, I'm not a wizard that can magically conjure a second Merlin."

Gaius did not look impressed at his sarcasm, Merlin grumbled some more and took a long pull off his coffee. It ceased to satisfy.

"I'm trying to get one of the boys from marketing down here to help."

"Oh no, no you don't. This is why you're calling me through the window? Isn't it? You're too scared to stand before me and tell me - I'm telling you, you can't send me one of those lunk-heads, those clotpoles who wouldn't know their arse from their -"

"- their what Merlin?"

"Gaius no!" But Merlin was speaking to nothing, Gaius had hung up and was suddenly nowhere to be seen. Gritting his teeth, Merlin spun around to watch Arthur fucking Pendragon walk over and put his bag down at the desk… the desk right. Next. To. Merlin.

He wasn't having it. Arthur was the biggest douche to walk the hallways of Camelot, always pushing Merlin's buttons in meetings, and generally acting like a Prince holding court. It didn't help that his father Uther ran the company.

"And what brings you down to the bowels of the Camelot Labs?" Merlin snarked, then opened up his emails only to see a hundred new ones. Oh god, his day was over and it hasn't even begun.

"Gaius said you needed help, so here I am. I can go if you like."

Merlin gave Arthur the side eye, "can you read reporting figures to let departments know their results?"

Arthur nodded and sat his coffee cup down, seeing that it was from the same place Merlin bought his. Huh, maybe his taste wasn't that awful.

"Can you use the online filing system for collections and batch records?"

The nod came again, while Merlin watched Arthur place two pens either side of his notepad. Rookie. He wouldn't be lending his red pen out, even if Arthur begged. And that was not an image Merlin needed to see in his mind. Arthur on his knees, walking towards him… begging and naked.

"Fuck," Merlin exclaimed, noting how Arthur raised a brow sardonically at him. "Can you use a phone?"

"Can I use a… really? Look, just tell me what you need me to do and I'll do it. And don't be a dick about it."

Scowling, Merlin quickly showed Arthur the phone, the programs and what he needed done. He ignored the crisp, woodsy scent that clung to Arthur's skin as he leant over him, and he most definitely ignored when Arthur's arm brushed against his then left it pressed there, for almost a minute. Not that Merlin was counting.

Yes, Arthur was helping, and it was much better than being there alone, but Merlin, although very vocally did not like Arthur, had always found him unfairly attractive. And that set him on edge, made him feel itchy under his skin, knowing that Arthur, who was basically royalty on the London scene wouldn't even look twice at someone like him. So it was much easier to be an arse.

Four hours into their forced working conditions, Merlin had to admit that Arthur was actually more of a help than a hindrance. And it grated his nerves.

"Maybe next time, you should write the batch into the system before you give out the results."

Arthur's brows were in his hairline as he turned to face Merlin, and he felt a flush rise up his cheeks, it honestly didn't matter the order you did it in, but he had to say something.

"You really don't like me do you?"

The retort died on his tongue when he realised Arthur was serious.

"Err, well, it's not exactly that, I actually think you're -" his phone rang, thankfully halting anything else he might blurt out unintended. 

A few minutes later he was off the phone and typing again, lost in calculations and figures when he heard the chair next to him roll over the floor, and it didn't stop.

Startled he looked up into bright blue eyes, eyes that were only a few inches away.

"You were saying?"

Merlin's cheeks filled once more and he couldn't help the small gulp, audible in the quiet lab. Oh god.

"I was saying that I think you're a complete arse, " Arthur's eyes narrowed at his words, "but if you had a red pen, and stopped taking mine, I'd actually admit you've been a huge help today."

Arthur's face transformed into a grin and Merlin couldn't help mirror it, having never been on the receiving end of it before, or had he, and he'd just blocked it out? But Arthur was still too close, within touching distance and as if realising it for the first time as well, Arthur ducked his head, before looking up again.

"Can I buy you a drink after work, Merlin?"

Startled, Merlin floundered for a moment, uncertain what was happening and why Arthur Pendragon was asking a lab tech out.

"With you?"

Arthur's laugh was deep and fond, another anomaly, "yes with me. I thought you were smart?"

"I am, thank you very much, ask anyone and they'll tell you that I can -"

"- no Merlin, I meant I've been flirting with you for months and you've completely missed it, haven't you?"

Merlin's mouth was agape, he knew it, Arthur knew it, and he snapped it shut. Arthur thought he was...? He wanted to go for drinks and...?

"I'm taking that as a yes on both counts."

"My god you're arrogant..." Merlin started but faltered when Arthur grinned broadly at him.

And feeling off balance wasn't something Merlin relished and as Arthur started to wheel his way back to his desk, he reached out, fingers tangling in the collar of Arthur's shirt and yanked him back. The wheels squealing on the floor.

Falling forward he pressed his lips against Arthur's, feeling the shock run through the other man's body, and Merlin smirked until Arthur's hand came up to cup his cheek, thumb running over the skin softly, reverently then pushed forward into the kiss. Oh. He'd not expected the feel of tongue against his, the slip of their lips as they deepened the kiss, nor hear the small unbidden moan falling from Merlin's throat.

It was the sweetest and most perfect first kiss he'd ever received.

"Well that shut you up for a minute." 

Well it was until Arthur spoke. "One drink, that's all you get Pendragon."

And with a conceited smirk that hit Merlin directly in the guts, and a push of his chair, Arthur put his headset back on and looked Merlin directly in the eye.

"Perfect, I like my coffee black in the morning, preferably before I get out of bed."

And Merlin could do nothing but snort and shake his head fondly as he answered his phone, greeting the person on the other end brightly, holding Arthur's blue sparkling eyes in his gaze. Maybe it wasn't going to be such a terrible day after all.

[oddeyecadia]

aren't humans supposed to be scared of death?

lucifer/main character

also posted on ao3

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His glare alone could kill a thousand souls.

It wasn't a fair battle for (M/C) only had one, the same soul that was almost some demons' dinner earlier.

Most of the time when his eyes would fall on her, her heart would skip a beat and she'd forget how to breathe. Right then, she was still at lost for breath, but only because it seemed like he wanted to rip her lungs into pieces. A contrast to how gentle he was holding her in his arms moments ago.

It was times like these that (M/C) wished she had even half of Beel's athleticism. Adrenaline wasn't enough to increase her speed, but at least it helped with distracting her from her aching feet. There were two– no, three demons chasing her. If it was only one, she would've decided to fight, but their number didn't give her a choice but to run for her life.

She turned to an alleyway hoping to find somewhere to hide and found nothing but a dead end.

"You done wasting our time yet?" A panting voice came up behind her.

Trying to catch her breath, (M/C) quickly turned to the owner of the voice. The same demons who she turned down– one she might've given a black eye –were blocking her way. There were five of them now, five demons with hungry eyes starting at her. Where the hell did the other two come from?

She backed up and widened her stance. Running away and hiding from them were crossed out, there was no way she could get out of this situation without at least trying to defend herself. With a sprained feet and a trembling body, she for sure wouldn't win, but what choice did she have?

One of them spoke. "If only you just accepted our offer. You really had the guts to reject us, you, a human!" There was a hint of disgust in his last words.

She was about to say how she would rather lose her soul than accompany them to The Fall when the same demon aggressively pulled her by the wrist, making her squeak. His grip was so tight that it stung her skin, but she couldn't careless. All she wanted right then was to give the demon multiple kicks in the balls.

The others cheered him on as his face moved closer to hers. Gritting her teeth, she tried to pull away but his grip only tightened. She could feel his breath on her neck when he said, "Such a pure soul too. Free dinner's about to be good."

Her stomach flipped in the most unpleasant way as she shut her eyes, expecting to meet pain. Memories of soft crimson eyes flashed through her mind and she found herself internally calling for its owner.

It was only then that the fear started to sink in.

As if her prayers had reached the celestial realm, in a matter of seconds, the tight grip on her wrist disappeared and her feet was off the ground. Harsh wind blew through the alleyway and the scent of musk she loved so much hit her nose. She didn't need to open her eyes to know who was holding her but when she did, the same crimson eyes met hers and suddenly, all the tension in her body faded away.

She had always felt safest in Lucifer's arms.

(M/C) could almost taste the bitter atmosphere filling his office as Lucifer stood in front of her with his arms crossed. Daring to look him in the eye once, she regretted that decision immediately when a chill ran down her spine. She held onto her own arm for comfort.

Whenever his brothers would misbehave, he'd scold them for an eternity as one of the many punishments. He haven't said a word ever since he fought the group of demons who tried to murder her tonight, though. She'd rather have the repetitive reminders and sarcastic remarks than his silence that was more terrifying than the Devil King himself. She haven't even met said king.

After moments of hesitation, she finally found her voice. "Lucifer, I'm–"

"Mind telling me what you were doing alone in the streets of Devildom in the middle of the night?"

(M/C) gulped at his sharp tone. "I just– I needed to buy supplies for my school project due tomorrow, so I went out to get some."

"And you chose to go alone?"

"Well, everyone's already asleep."

"You of all people would know that I would still be in my office even at this hour. I would have been willing to accompany you if you asked." It was obvious that he was trying his best to keep his composure, but the way his voice was getting louder and more aggressive was ruining his facade.

She took a deep breath, praying to his father that her next words wouldn't fuel up the fire too much. "I doubt that you would even leave your desk if I ask you. Besides, the store wasn't that far and I didn't wanna bother any of you."

"That is not an excuse!" She didn't know it was possible but the furrow on his brows got even deeper. "It is irresponsible to do school projects the night before the deadline, first and foremost."

He lost her at the word irresponsible. (M/C) was pretty sure she had received this very same talk for over a million times, she didn't need to hear it again.

The way he spoke with such authority reminded her that she was talking to Lucifer, the Vice President of the student council and Diavolo's right hand man, not the Lucifer who would wake her up early in the morning so they could have the table on their own during breakfast or the Lucifer who put his coat on her when she accidentally slept on the couch.

This was the Lucifer his brothers would daydream of punching on a daily, but still the Lucifer she'd risk everything for.

"What's wrong? Having trouble falling asleep?"

(M/C) only blinked at the demon. She should've known she would run into Lucifer when she decided to roam around the halls of the House of Lamentation when everyone was asleep. It was rare for him to leave his desk at this hour, though. Perhaps luck just wasn't by her side.

"Uhm, yeah kind of." She answered honestly.

"May I ask why?"

She could only bite her lip. Was it a good idea to say she was just missing her room in the human world? Or that she was craving for her parent/s' hug? Would he even understand what homesickness was? It didn't matter, she wasn't scared of opening up to him but knowing Lucifer, he'd probably report this to Lord Diavolo and knowing Diavolo, who knew what ridiculous human event would he attempt to pull off if he found out. Although, it would be fun to watch the crown prince try, it would only remind her more that she wasn't in the human world with her family.

She gave Lucifer a hopefully convincing laugh. "Oh, it's pretty stupid. Levi and I watched a horror movie earlier. It's kind of hard to sleep when the creepy stuff keeps replaying in my head."

"Hmm. I never thought you'd be the type to be scared of fictional monsters, (M/C)."

He was right. (M/C) was in literal hell for Devil King's sake. No monster or ghost could ever scare her anymore.

"I guess you just don't know me as well as you thought." She said, keeping the act.

It took him too long to speak again that she was afraid her lying abilities were getting rusty. "Well then, I have a suggestion." A grin formed on his lips. "How about we share the bed?"

Her breathing stopped as the room grew several degrees higher than usual. Share the bed? Share the bed?

It seemed like her head didn't have control of her mouth for she just said, "Sure. Why not?"

Later as (M/C) felt the other side of Lucifer's gigantic bed dip, she started to realize why Why not? was such a stupid thing to ask.

It was like she was on her first day at RAD again, growing an interest in the most powerful demon in Devildom. She couldn't help it, he was undeniably attractive and the way he so confidently presented himself was gravitating. Lucifer was, for lack of a better word, hot.

But that was only what he was to her, an eye candy that was way out of her league. He was too much of a stuck up for her anyway, so she decided not to let her feelings grow into anything more.

She thought she had managed to forget about her embarrassing crush, but the way her heart almost jumped out of her chest as she felt him lay down beside her told her otherwise.

"(M/C)." He called.

"Yup?"

"You're going to end up falling off if you stay on the edge there. It is much comfier here in the middle, come."

The way his voice dropped at the last word made her feel things, particularly in her lower region. She shook off the thoughts before it could conquer her whole body. Giving the wall she had been staring at for minutes an internal farewell, she finally faced him for the first time she lied in his bed that night.

The butterflies in her stomach flying around for fun were now in chaos.

Right before her was Lucifer in a plain black shirt, looking as ethereal as ever. With a cheeky smile on his lips, his gloveless hand gave the space beside him a pat and she settled closer beside him like the fool that she was.

"Happy?"

He chuckled, most likely at how her face was heating up. "Very. So what's the true reason?"

"Excuse me?"

"What was the reason you couldn't sleep?" He must have noticed how she froze for a second for he let out another snicker. "Don't act so surprised. You laugh for no reason whenever you aren't being truthful. A pretty bad liar for someone so cunning."

She should feel embarrassed but the way he noticed this little fact about her just made her grin. "Alright, you got me. I didn't lie about the horror movie, though. We did watch one but... yeah, it's not the reason I couldn't sleep."

Crimson eyes just stared at her as if asking her to continue. (M/C) sighed. "I was just missing my life back home. That's all."

"Are you not enjoying your stay here?"

"No! No, of course not. I like it here. You and your brothers are like family to me. Sometimes I just miss my family in the human world, you know?"

He hummed in what seemed like understanding. "It can't be helped. You've never been away from them for this long, correct?"

She shook her head in response, chest getting heavy at the fact that she haven't talked to her family in months. "No. I guess this is normal, though, I'm just naturally a family person. I rarely even go to sleepovers just because it feels weird not being a room away from them."

"Is that so?" His eyes avoided hers. "We aren't as different as I thought."

Most people would be taken aback if they heard his last words, but (M/C) knew better. Lucifer wasn't the most affectionate brother. In fact, he seemed like someone who'd leave all his brothers tied up on a railway if he could, but in truth, he would just leave to destroy the train itself. "You don't like sleepovers too?" She joked.

Something in her chest blooms when a small laugh came out of him. "If what we are doing now is what you consider a sleepover, then no, it is certainly to my liking." Their eyes met again and she swore she melted right then and there. "Regardless, the purpose of a sleep over is well, to sleep. Unless you really are terrified because of that horror film."

"Pff. Why would I be terrified? I'm with the strongest demon in all of Devildom."

"You are aware I could kill you, no?" It was almost funny how causally he just said it.

She shrugged. "So could anyone."

"Death doesn't scare you?"

"I mean, honestly I'm much more scared of hurting the people I'd leave behind." She answered without hesitation. "You're probably the one not scared of it." Could you even die? She thought of asking but decided to keep her mouth shut.

An odd expression grew on his face, a look she haven't seen before. It was much softer yet gloomier for some reason. "No." He let out a deep sigh as he avoided her eyes again. "Losing someone because of death, however..."

He didn't continue, and he didn't have to. The sorrow in his voice already had the weight of a thousand words.

"You know how dangerous it is out there, especially for a human. May I remind you that you're nothing but a walking dinner for most demons." He continued.

"I know that, alright? You don't have to remind me. I promise, I won't do it again." She said, taking defeat for she just wanted to get this over with. Running away from a gang of demons as she feared for her own life took a lot of energy out of her and she just wanted to rest, but she knew Lucifer was far from done.

"You better. Can you imagine what would happen if I didn't find you sooner? Not only would you get hurt and ruin the exchange program but you also–"

Something in her snapped, heart dropping deep into her stomach.

Of course. Of fucking course.

"I also what?" She asked confidently despite her whole body trembling. She didn't miss how his eyes widened for a second. "Could've damaged yours and Diavolo's reputation? Could've given you more paper works and bills to pay?"

(M/C)'s fists clenched, slapping herself internally for even thinking that he actually, genuinely cared for her, that she was important enough for him to risk his life protecting her when all this time, he was just protecting someone else's name.

All the hand holding, the good night kisses, the times he asked her to stay in line on the phone for comfort, the soft smiles, it was all done for business. He must've noticed how fond she was of him and took it to his advantage.

He was doing all of those only to make her experience at the Devildom more pleasing so she wouldn't write anything negative about the student exchange program. It was all about the stupid exchange program. In the back of her head, she already knew this could be the case, so why did it still leave a heavy weight in her chest?

She scoffed pityingly at her own foolishness. "What else, huh? I could've ruin Diavolo's dreams of strenghtening the relationship between the three worlds–"

"This isn't just about that." He let his fists fall on his side.

With tears forming in her eyes, she dared to step forward. "Well, sorry, Vice president! I didn't mean to give the student council another headache."

"(M/C)."

"I'm sorry for leaving a bad record to Diavolo's precious–"

"–YOU COULD'VE DIED!"

In the aftermath of the shout, the silence seemed so deafening. It was his turn to take a step closer and it was only then when she noticed it.

He was shaking. "You could've died." He said, softer this time. "This is more than just because of the program. I nearly lost you." There was that odd expression again.

Tears rolled down her cheeks as her mind went back to one of their previous conversations in his bed. Not missing the way his hand kept slightly lifting up and back down as he talked, she took the initiative and placed her own on his cheek. "But I'm still here." She said, almost in a whisper for they were so close, their bodies were almost touching.

He put his hand on top of hers, gently kissing its palm as an unspoken apology. It wasn't much, he was still the avatar of pride after all, but it warmed her heart that he was trying.

Taking her hand and intertwining it with his own, his head dropped to her shoulder. His soft breathing tickled her skin. As she thread her fingers through his hair, she couldn't help but appreciate this side of him. This was the Lucifer no one had ever seen, the Lucifer who despised even the thought of not being by her side, the one who loved hand holding, the one who'd turn into a blushing mess whenever she'd kiss him out of nowhere, the Lucifer only she got to see.

With a deep sigh, he finally spoke again. "What am I going to do with you?"

She tried to pull away to respond but as soon as she moved, his arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her back in. (M/C) couldn't protest, she didn't want to, so they stayed close for a long while.

[stoopsbookstore]

i'm so hurt by this....tbh i've been mildy distant from kpop for school and i haven't kept up with f(x) in a while but f(x) and shinee were both two of the first groups i loved so dearly and was obsessed with back then and so this news coming somehow makes me feel like i neglected like i wish i'd kept up with them more and left her nice comments i wish she didn't feel the need to do that...why am I so sad about someone I didn't even personally know

I had an assignment last semester in my public speaking class.

We had to pick someone who made an impact on our life.

I chose Jonghyun.

I didn't know him personally, but I chose him because he made such a huge impact on my life because he talked about the struggles he had about living with a mental illness.

I've tries taking my life twice, I was in the hospital for a total of 19 days. I found out about K-Pop and saw translations of his radio show and thought "wow... people like him, huge stars deal with what I do. Maybe I shouldn't be ashamed of living with anxiety and depression."

Why am I telling you this story about me?

Because even though I didn't know him, I felt a connection with him because of what he talked about.

Yes, we have never met these idols, but they make such a huge impact on our lives because we can relate to them. And people can kiss my ass with the whole "we don't see how they really are, it's all fabricated." We have people we connect with and that's all that matters.

Don't feel bad about being distant from k-pop, shit happens, we grow up and sometimes that means we grow out of interests.

Don't look back at what you could've done, look forward to what you can do.

Send some thoughts to SM (yes SM could've helped more, but the fuckheads bombing her Instagram and social media were the main fucking culprits) artists, especially Taeyeon, Yeri, the other F(x) girls and SHINee, especially to IU. Take care of yourself. Like I've said, I promise this will all still be here, k-pop will still be here, the music will still be here.

Don't participate in any trolls, they're just looking for reactions from k-pop stans to say "hey, look! We knew they're all fucking crazy!" If you see anyone pulling that "lol UWU if only she stanned/streamed/voted for ATEEZ/EVERGLOW/BTS/BlackPink/TWICE/Dreamcatcher" or any of those fucking fancams, report them and block them, even if you love their blog/twitter, that's disgusting behavior.

My ask is always open, if you ever need words of encouragement or just need to rant, maybe you had a shitty customer at work, you have writing's block, or hell, if you just want to fanperson because your bias just posted a cute photo, go for it, that's what it's there for.

Again, if you see any sort of deplorable behavior, if you see anything that disgusts you, if you see anyone posting fancams or memes, if you see anyone acting a fool, report them, do not interact with them because that is what they want. We can make sure those people face the consequences of their words and see that just because they're behind a screen, they're not invincible.

As for things to do to calm down, distract yourself, clean your room, play that gamd you've been wanting to play, go for a walk, write that drabble you've been putting of, listen to piano/music box versions of your favorite songs, organize your bookmarks or pinterest boards, hell, fucking start a pinterest, do a DIY project, watch some YouTube videos, personally I recommend Try Guys, Game Grumps, DYKGaming, Jirad the Completionist, Nyma Tang, SimplyNailogical, Threadbanger, I'd suggest Dead Meat, but that's a horror movie channel and I think we all need lighthearted material right now.

Take care of yourself, run yourself a bath, take a shower, if you need to scream, scream into a pillow or a jar, if you haven't eaten, please eat at least some toast or crackers, Walmart has Austin's 8-count 4-pack for 92 cents. DRINK WATER PLEASE! Hydration is so fucking important if you've been crying.

This will be a difficult few months, but I believe in all of us.

[emily-lotus]

She frowned as he spoke. Ah yes, good ol' Shinra, keeping their top commanders as busy as ever. She knew the work Genesis had on his own lap. The only workload she privied herself to know of. If she didn't need to know then she didn't.

"Me? Well, i finally cut off a couple friends. They were barraging me with question about you, Genesis and Angeal to the degree of staying late to avoid them, not answering their text. The one time we went out recently thats all they wanted to speak of." She huffed in annoyance.

"I told them that night that their numbers were blocked and if they tried approaching me here in the building then I have no qalms getting HR involved and reporting harassment." She sighed a bit. As much as she missed her friends, she also didn't.

"Just because i work closely with First class SOLIDERS doesn't mean i'm privy to information about your personal lives. Like...no." Emily shook her head. When she started working under Genesis they were at first jealous and as time went one, they thought she would give them secrets that they could flaunt to the fanclubs. Emily viewed the three as men with a job to do. Nothing more, nothing less. She was asked to be Genesis' assistant because well, she isnt fanning herself acting a fool. She is speaking to Sephiroth as a human being.

"That's good. Everyone came home." And there was nothing for her to look over in the reports. How her position expanded to well... doing more than she did originally she isn't sure.

"How have you been? You've been gone on missions so we haven't had a chance to talk." Not that she talked to him much anyway. Not because she was intimidated or starstruck. She didn't know what to talk about some days. Genesis was the one she talked to mainly.