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movieguy50 · 3 years ago

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Hey everyone,

The subject of this week's blog and yes I know I'm two days late but believe me this is going to be well worth it especially to the men out there here on Tumblr the ones that are single let me ask you a question have you been talking to women lately that seem a little peculiar to you they say they miss you they love you all this and that and you've only talk to them like once or twice you ask for their phone number they avoid it completely or they just make a big excuse why they can't give it to you asked to go meet them they don't that they say okay fine come you know you give an address and then you completely gets stood up because they just don't show this is an MO or otherwise known as a method of operation for these women sometimes it even as much as the first conversation or the third they will start telling you start giving you a sob story like I'm having to come out here from another country or I'm having to move to this state because I'm having to take care of sick relatives or they don't have no food or anything like that and if they want to meet if you want to meet them you have to give them gas money and no that's part of the scam then they start asking for things like gift cards $20 $40 $100 gift cards some drnominations don't even exist on some of the gift cards Google Play and steam gift cards are the most common if you have fallen prey to these women and I have twice and I'm glad I did because that was money well spent because I got to learn all kinds of shit from these people and then I'm giving you all that I have right now here are some of the red flags that show up during these conversations:

1. Their language is all wrong they'll say things like instead of saying like what did you have for breakfast to say did you take breakfast or they'll say something to the fact of their grammar being so messed up you have to like think about it before you understand what the're trying to tell you some of these women are coming from Russia some of them are from Africa some of them are from Mexico and they are all here in the United States typically in the states of the Northeast New York New Jersey there are some out west in California there are a few here in Texas and there are some just scattered everywhere.

2. They start telling you they need food but they need you to get them a $40 $50 or $100 or whatever it is gift card most commonly known as Google play or Steam do not do it because what they're doing is is they're taking the cards and selling them on the black market or on these websites that operate and they are turning in for money they're getting less than what they're supposed to get so that's why you have to give more to cover what they're not getting

3. They start asking you questions like your bank account they want you logging information do not give it to them their social security number they want to verify you through ID me id.me is legit so that would be fine except the safer way for you to do it is go ahead and go on id.me and do your own verification that way you don't have to give them nothing the less information they have on you the more likely they're going to just pass you up.

4. They ask you who you're with your cell phone number is and who your mobile carrier is this is to put you in on dating sites and for them to subscribe you to advertising that they get money for okay this is a different type of identity theft ring it is identity theft to a point but they're not using the information necessarily against you they're not even really taking a lot of money out of people's bank accounts they're only taking money out of the bank accounts that they can't get any money other ways so that's why I said do not give them anything.

5. Do not confront them either because they will always deny that they are scamming you they do that so that way they can bring you in closer to them so they can get your trust.

6. When you ask where they work and stuff besides are the probably going to tell you there they either don't have a job or it's some kind of job that's actually ridiculous for them to have they're not good liars folks they really are not you just got to learn this read between the lines with these people and like I said the biggest clue right there is the language you know things that should be plural or not plural things that are misspelled or misspelled badly the wording is confusing and I think I already said this once.

7. Always remember guys if it is too good to be true it probably is.

8. If they ask for your bank account information for the purpose of depositing money they will deposit money into your account but then they will take it and more if they tell you you can spend some of it do not touch it because that's how they get people just don't touch it call your bank tell them what's going on they will close your account and they will inevitably beginning investigation and once that happens everything they will be frozen you will not be able to have access to nothing unfortunately by extra step go to the police department I mean I know this part is going to be a waste of time because they're not going to be able to get your money back but at least let them know so that way there's some record of it.

9. Screenshot everything write everything down take notes even if you are in the middle of one of these conversations now go back as far as you can from the beginning tell you know screenshot your conversation if you need to that's fine but this is got to stop guys and we're the only ones who can fight back the FBI will help you know they they can do the Justice part they can they can make the arrest and go to court and everything but they can't do it without our help.

10. Now I will be turning people in in groups of five or more that's why I said turn the information into me as soon as I get five or six people together I will go turn them in I do have a contact there and he told me just to wait to have that many just because it would just be easier to just do them all at once so just one by one by one by one

So now you know what is going on so how you stop it that's very easy you do one thing and one thing only you make a decision and you stand by it you stand your ground you do not weaken your position at all do not show that you're weak do not give them even an inch because if you give them an inch they will not just take a mile they will take a whole football field and then they're going to tighten the grip on you and then you can't get out if you're in this position Now message me immediately and let me know and I will give you I will give you instructions this blog this this post I will I am asking everybody who reads it's please please reblog this over and over and over and over again I don't care how many times this has got to get out cuz this is very serious so far these women just in the past two and a half years have gotten over a hundred million dollars from Men 100 million definitely more than a price of a cup of coffee in the guys and the thing is it could have all been prevented.

Now for the fun part things that I have tried and has worked to oeel these women off your back besides Im no of course.

1. If you should give them your PIN number or you already have tell them that you had to get that you received a piece of software from your bank or whatever you want to lie to them if you got to every time they use the PIN code a new one is put in its place at random only you know what the new PIN code is going to be because it's going to be email to you if they ask to see proof of the emails tell them that's classified you can't show that just doesn't allow you to screenshot it because Android phones I know especially I'm pretty sure probably the same as iPhones you cannot screenshot certain screens especially on banking apps or anything has to do with money I sensitive information

2. Okay if you've given them your bank account info or your PIN number already tell them that you got notification from your bank that to be safe they're charging you an extra save $5 for the purpose of enrolling you in a new service that will automatically change your PIN number every time you use it or if you want to you you can tell him that you came across the piece of software on the internet that does the exact same thing I just told you about whichever it doesn't matter this will make them back off of you a lot because then they know that you're on to them they'll start not talking to you like they were or they'll say you know they'll be in a conversation just leave get offline you know because they know that you're on to them and they're panicking they don't know what to do so they have to call their boss to find out what to do and he has given them no answer no we do not know who the boss is by the way or where this is all being based out of I will tell you also that.

3. Okay I'm sure you're probably wondering who all these women are not 100% sure but most likely they probably were kidnapped at some point in time brainwashed and part of a human trafficking ring or a sexual tracking trafficking ring before they ended up doing this they probably don't even know who they really are but yet they managed to play in the end you know with our society because you know our society is pretty much stupid in itself I'm sorry guys but it's true and I count myself apart that

I don't think I have forgotten anything else like I said be vigilant Be watchful and do not lose your ground make a decision you stay with it cuz otherwise you're just going to put more money in their pockets I mean it's very possible that you know you know they figure well we're on to them so they're going to go ahead and just give up and close shop and move on to the next country you guys some of you I know work very hard for your money now I'm not sure if men are doing this to women or not but for you ladies if there is anything like this the same the same thing applies I mean I don't see why there are in any man involved or probably should be.

Finally it took a lot for me to admit what I admitted to you tonight I'm not very proud of what I did I'm not very proud of the fact that I let somebody well actually left2 somebody's get by me I'm usually pretty smart but that's how they operate and I will tell you tonight I have a possible number six so I don't know if number six will turn out or not she's doing a lot of the same things but she's been taking more of an actual normal approach as to the relationship part of it I'm not letting myself get involved you know emotionally or anything I'm just kind of just playing a role right now and she's not getting any money from me so I will keep you updated on that like I said anybody guys I don't care who you are I will not ask questions I will not judge please help me get these people may we may not get them all but hell we can at least put a big big enough Dent and shut down and they'll leave but we got to act quickly and we got to keep acting quickly hell I would say it's pretty ballsy if you go decide to go ahead and start seeking them out just to get them I mean you can do that if you wish unfortunately there's no reward or no money being paid but you know you are kind of owe it to your fellow neighbor your fellow just your fellow person you fellow man all right you guys good luck you got a lot of work ahead of us y'all have a great week and I'll update you as I get more information if you have any questions do not please do not hesitate to ask if I don't have the answer I will contact my person at the FBI and he will answer them for me and I will get back to you as soon as possible thank you guys have a great week.

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miracle-sham · 5 years ago

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When Sitting on the Roof, We are but Coffee Sleuths.

| {Sequel to Death is the Stage, My Art is Your Grave.} |

| {Repost due to original post disappearing from tags.} |

| Triggers/Warnings: Mentions of drugs/drug ring (in regards to a case), Mild language. |

| After a long day of boring casework, there's nothing better than getting a new commission, and then drinking coffee and having a chat on top of a roof with a certain bat. |

| Word Count: 3051 |

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| A/N: First of all, I'd like to quickly thank everyone for all the positive response and support the original oneshot got on both Tumblr and Ao3! It really motivated and inspired me to continue with this Au (expect at least another sequel, maybe more if I get more inspo but even if I don't there's definitely gonna be one sequel minimum to this). I'd also like to mention, that this took a lot longer to write as I got a cold halfway through writing it and also it's romance based fluff (which is not my forté), but thanks to those who've waited for this! And finally, for reasons that I'll explain in a separate post later, it might be a "little" while before I can start work on the sequel to this one but it will get written at some point. |

| If you want to be tagged in future oneshots/fics, or a specific Au, then send me a DM or an ask! |

| Also side note, Don't Like? Don't Read. Also also, please do not criticise any of my writing. This was written for fun and receiving criticism, even in a compliment/criticism sandwich, is the exact opposite of fun. |

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It's been a month since Marinette got kidnapped, kissed Red Robin, and solved the Elemental Park Serial Killer case. For three weeks she's been held off active duty to make sure her bruised ribs heal but now that she's able to be on active duty again, all the available cases are those that are paperwork heavy. A small part of her misses the immediate healing of the Miraculous Cure but she's not Ladybug anymore and even if she was, it would raise too many flags for her to even use it anyway. But logic doesn't stop her from missing the days when she could literally and metaphorically magic away her aches and pains.

Marinette groans and slumps into her chair, it's been a surprisingly slow day at the GCPD, so when her phone beeps rapidly for a few seconds, she thinks, please be something interesting, and can't help but take a quick glance to see what new notifications she has. The screen reads: '3 new messages from Red'. So she taps the notification and reads through each message.

>RedRob: Hey, found some new evidence on our case, want to meet up for coffee to discuss it?

>RedRob: Rooftop coffee after dark, of course.

>RedRob: I mean I could waltz into a coffee shop during the day in my suit but that might get too much attention for case talk.

Marinette snickers to herself as she reads the messages over a second time. She quickly taps out her response.

>MariBlue: Will we need to worry about one of the other Gotham vigilantes crashing our coffee not-date?

Almost instantly she receives a response.

>RedRob: I'll bribe Oracle or Batgirl, maybe even Black Bat, into keeping the others away.

She sends a heart emoji back, then returns to sorting out her boring paperwork.

Detective Grayson raises an eyebrow at her from over the desk, clearly having caught her looking at her phone. “Red Robin again?”

She flashes him a sheepish grin. “How'd you guess.”

He gives her a deadpan stare. “He's the only person you respond to when working.”

Marinette bites her lip. “Whoops, that obvious?”

“Yes.” Detective Grayson hesitates for a second, he leans in closer—and like a teenage girl at a sleepover in a cheesy teen drama, asks, “So are you dating yet?”

She shrugs. “Well neither of us have asked the other so not really.”

“But you guys are perfect for each other!” He exclaims, gesturing towards her with an outstretched arm—very narrowly avoiding knocking anything off the desk.

It's Marinette's turn to raise an eyebrow. “We literally have only seen or talked to each other when working…”

“So? What do you call you quote unquote "not-dates"” He huffs, making air quotes as he speaks.

She huffs and shakes her head. “There's a reason they're called "not-dates" and that's because we discuss work at them. And anyway it's too early to rush our relationship.”

“Fair.” Detective Grayson stills, frowns and then almost hesitantly, he asks, “Is it because if the mask? The whole not knowing his real identity?”

Marinette rolls her eyes and shakes her head again. “Nope, I couldn't care less about finding out his real identity—at least not without his consent that is.”

He hums, a pensive look on his face. “So you're not curious?”

She shrugs. “Not particularly, why?”

Detective Grayson shrugs back. “Just wondering,” he leans back on his chair and for a split second, Marinette fears he might topple over but somehow he seems unaffected by gravity, “I think you're the first person I've met, who doesn't want to know who's behind a vigilante's mask.”

A smile tugs at Marinette's lips. “I think it's kinda dumb that so many people are obsessed with the people behind the masks because if they're doing good, unmasking them will only deter them from continuing fighting the good fight and all that, y'know.”

He nods slowly, “huh, that's one way of putting it I guess but I agree, the vigilantes do more for this city than people think they do.” Detective Grayson then tilts his head towards the Commissioner's office. “Anyway back to work, don't want to get in more trouble with the Commish than we are already!”

Marinette huffs in amusement and rolls her eyes but complies nonetheless. Wouldn't do to get in trouble so soon after getting back onto active duty!

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It isn't until gone seven pm, that Marinette finally gets home. She slips through the door, locking it behind her. Now that she's in, the first thing she does, as she does every day, is check her online portfolio and commission site.

Marinette plops herself down in her wheely chair and logs onto to her computer, going through all the verification and security Max had kindly added. A new commission notification grabs her attention. With three clicks, she brings up the new commission's details. She scrolls down to the name of the commissioner: one Mr 'T. Drake-Wayne'.

Curious as to why the name sounds vaguely familiar, Marinette opens up a tab on Google with a hum and types in the name. Upon reading the top results, she half chokes in shock and thinks to herself, Are you kidding me? She blinks and breathes in, a small part of her very glad she wasn't drinking anything otherwise she definitely would've fully choked on that or spat it all up from the shock. I know a bunch of well-known celebrities have all commissioned me many times before, but still why the heck is a fortune 500 CEO commissioning me? I'm not Audrey Bourgeois, Gabriel Agreste, or even Valen-hecking-tino. I do celebrities, not fortune 500. The heck. What. The. Actual. Heck.

Eyes wide and gobsmacked, Marinette shakes her head and clicks back to her latest commission's details page to read through the actual commission. After reading the first line, she scrambles for her sketchbook and begins jotting down notes and scribbling down ideas.

Half an hour in, Marinette takes a break to sort out and eat dinner, no point designing on an empty stomach but once she's done eating and washed up, she goes straight back to designing.

Even at a quarter past midnight, she's still at it—surprisingly only three drafts in and so thoroughly lost in her own head in designing, Marinette nearly misses the knocking against her window facing the fire escape.

The rapid rap-tap-tap spooks her so much that she falls out of her chair with an “Eep!”

Marinette, face flushing bright red, scrambles up and scurries over to the window in question. Shoving her blinds out the way, she stares through the window and is greeted with the absolutely glorious sight of a beaming and uninjured Red Robin holding two takeaway coffee cups on the fire escape. He waves at her with one hand and gestures for her to join him on the fire escape.

She can't help but grin back at him and deftly opens the window and slinks out onto the fire escape. He hands a coffee cup towards her and instead of taking it, Marinette gives him a good ol' bearhug—smooshing pressing her face into his Kevlar armoured chest. Which is unsurprisingly, very uncomfortable. She shifts her head to stare up at him (as he's at least whole head taller than her) “Hey,” she greets.

Awkwardly hugging her back, as to not spill either of the coffees in the process, “hey yourself,” Red Robin responds, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead.

Marinette pulls back from the hug and nabs the coffee cup that had been offered to her before their hug. “Thank you~!”

“No problem.” He then gestures towards the fire escape stairs leading to the roof, “after you.”

“So which of our cases did you manage to get a lead for?” She asks, making her way up to the roof.

“The one pertaining to the new drug ring in the fashion district. I've narrowed down where they're storing the drugs to potentially three warehouses near Miller Harbour.” Red Robin answers, following after her.

Reaching the roof, Marinette sits down on the half wall around the roof edge. She glances over at Red Robin as he joins her on the improvised seat. “That's the drug ring dealing Miraclo right?”

“Yeah, that's the one.” He pauses to take a sip of his coffee, “I got the intel from an old friend of Catwoman's called Mackey lives in an apartment that overlooks the Harbour and saw a shipment of the drug arrive at the warehouses.”

Taking a sip of her own coffee, Marinette raises an eyebrow. “And will Detective Grayson and I will be able to get that intel as witness statement?”

Red Robin nods. “Yep, Catwoman's vouching for you both.”

She jerks back in surprise, nearly toppling off the half wall but managing to cling to the edge in time to keep her from falling. Miraculously somehow managing to avoid dropping or spilling her coffee. Oof, if it wasn't for my stint in Spandex I definitely would've made a fool of myself in front of Red Robin. And here I thought that part of my life had since passed. Marinette thinks to herself, wincing at the newly gained superficial graze across her palms. She clears her throat and attempts to look like she didn't just nearly fall off a half wall. “Catwoman's vouching for us? Since when? I've literally never encountered her before.”

Red Robin, the traitor, snorts at her predicament. “You are the epitome of elegance. And Detective Grayson's bumped into her a few times on the job.”

“Thanks.” She responds drily, layering on the sarcasm thickly. She shakes her head and sighs. “So do you know what the addresses are for the warehouses and this Mackey's apartment?”

He takes an excruciatingly slow sip of his coffee before speaking. “Of course I can, what kind of vigilante do you take me for?” He then proceeds to rattle off the addresses.

Which Marinette jots down on the napkin that came with her coffee, and puts it into a pocket for safekeeping. “Thank you.” With it written down, she pauses then starts kicking her legs in the air. She sniffs. “And I take you for the kind that flirts with innocent police officers.”

Red Robin grins at her as he gently elbows her in the ribs. “I don't hear you complaining.”

Marinette scoffs and slaps her hand to her chest in an overly dramatic mock of shock. “Unfair! If I complained I wouldn't get any hugs or kisses from you!”

Humming he wraps an arm around her shoulders and presses a kiss to her temple. “That's true, what a shame it would be for you to miss out on all those hugs.”

She hums back and the two ease into a comfortable silence; leaning against each other and sipping their coffees whilst staring at the night sky.

Once Marinette gets halfway through her coffee, she glances at Red Robin and hesitates, her earlier conversation with Detective Grayson springing to mind. “Communication is key in healthy relationships,” she prefaces, “so are you okay with our current relationship? Y'know the flirting, the not-dates, the whole me not knowing your identity?”

Red Robin laughs, sounding slightly bitter. “Of course I'm fine with the flirting and not-dates but I'm not going to lie and say I don't have any worries over you not knowing my identity. It's one of the reasons a relationship I had with a fellow mask didn't work out.” Rubbing at his jaw, he tilts his face away from her slightly, as though reminiscing about something. He then shakes his head and turns back to her. “Really, I ought to be asking you that. So what about you, are you okay with how our relationship is?”

Marinette hums. “This isn't the first time relationship I've had with a masked hero.” Then takes a calm sip of her coffee.

“So you've got a thing for masks then huh? Lucky me I guess.” He responds, smirking mischievously, and whilst she can't see the rest of his face thanks to the cowl, Marinette just knows that he's wiggling his eyebrows at her from underneath that cowl.

His comment nearly sends her tumbling off the half wall—again. She coughs and splutters in laughter as she nearly spits up her sip of coffee. It takes her a full thirty seconds to recover and mock gripes, “remind me why I love you again.”

Red Robin cocks his head to the side and grins. “Because I bring you coffee?”

She huffs, “good point.”

“So back to the mask thing, can I ask what happened with your masked hero relationship?” He asks, tone hesitant. He stares at her, ready to back off the topic at the slightest sign of discomfort from her.

Marinette hisses through her teeth and states, “I can trust you.”

His stare conveys an 'I would hope so' whilst he bobs his head a little in a 'yes you can' and a 'please continue' gesture.

She takes a deep breath before speaking, “I used to be a hero, back when I lived in Paris.”

“Oh?” Red Robin freezes, thrown off guard by her admission.

Nodding, Marinette continues. “It was difficult. We started when we were barely teens and had no training and no support except for temporary heroes we could bring in when the battles got too hard for just me and my partner to handle. When we started, we were repeatedly told to never, under any circumstances, let anyone find out our identities. My partner and I, neither of us knew who the other was beneath the mask. And we only knew the identities of the temporary heroes because we gave them the ability to become superheroes. But even then we didn't always know their real identities and they certainly never knew ours.”

“Yikes.” Is all he can respond with, mind racing with questions. “That can't have been good, at least I had Batman and Nightwing when I was starting out, but you had no one to talk to about being a mask, outside the mask.”

She flashes him a watery smile and sighs. “No, I did have someone. Tikki. But we're uh, not in contact any more. Since I retired.”

Still, Red Robin makes a noise of concern at that.

“Anyway, one thing led to another led to another, and my partner found out my identity.” Marinette puts her coffee down then tips her head back and closes her eyes. “We started dating not long after that. But once we defeated the BBEG terrorising Paris and some… concerning things came to light, our—we,” She shakes her head, “we realised that because of that, neither of us were emotionally able to continue our relationship in a romantic way. So we decided to stay friends and I—uh, I retired and moved to Gotham.”

He puts his coffee down as well, and pulls her into a tight hug, although making sure it wasn't too constricting as to not make her uncomfortable. “I'm sorry.”

She leans into the hug, rests her head on his shoulder, and delicately wraps her arms around him in return. “What? Why? It's not your fault.”

Red Robin frowns, not that she can see in their current position, “I know but no one should be forced into becoming a hero at such a young age with no support network.”

Huffing, Marinette buries her face in his shoulder, somewhat muffling her voice but not enough to make her unintelligible, “what about Spoiler? She became a hero around that age and had no support network.”

He sighs. “Spoiler chose to become a vigilante, she wasn't forced. And anyway, she had Robin and the rest of the bats to support her once they realised what she was doing.”

“Hmm… fair.” Marinette pulls back from the hug and pauses. “On a lighter note, I got a commission on my fashion site from Tim Drake-Wayne!”

Red Robin raises an eyebrow and with poorly concealed amusement, responds, “Oh? And what's so special about him”

She rolls her eyes at him. “He's the youngest fortune five hundred CEO, founded the Neon Knights among other charities, and often donates to various charities around Gotham! Plus Wayne Enterprises is one of, if not the most ethical company in the fortune five hundred bracket. Employees get living stipends, and training and higher education paid by the company. They get healthcare and dental insurance. They get flexible work hours, paid breaks, and receive above minimum wage pay!”

He laughs. “I guess he is a pretty decent sounding guy then.”

“Mhmm.”

“So what's the commission then? Or is it a secret?” He teases, leaning towards her.

Marinette dramatically places her hand over her heart. “I guess I can spare you the details this one time.”

“Wooh!”

She bites her lip before launching into a long ramble about the commission, gushing over what design and colour palette she's thinking of going with, what bots and bobs and patterns to add, what stitch to use and how to make sure it fits his style, etc.

Red Robin spends the entire time listening attentively, despite not really understanding half the fashion terms, and staring at her like a love-struck puppy.

“Damn, I love you!” He exclaims once she finishes speaking, then leans in to kiss her on the lips.

Marinette bursts into giggles and kisses him back. Her giggles are seemingly infectious, as once they part from the kiss, both are giggling and flushed red.

A bright flash of white followed by a camera shutter sound immediately distracts them both. They just manage to catch sight of Nightwing swinging away.

She gives him a look, which is somewhat less effective as she's still smiling from the kiss. “What happened to bribing Oracle, Black Bat, or Batgirl?”

Red Robin groans and drops his face into his hands. “Clearly Nightwing was able to one-up my bribe. Probably in the form of giving them copies of the photos both he and Detective Grayson have taken.”

“You mean to tell me those two are working together? No wonder Detective Grayson was asking about our relationship earlier today at work!” Marinette gasps, sounding mildly horrified and betrayed.

“Are you thinking what I'm thinking?” Red Robin asks, lifting his head up and grinning deviously at her.

She smirks back, “Revenge?”

He nods—the sagely kind of nod. “Revenge.”

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donnerpartyofone · 5 years ago

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i just got a whole bunch of new followers on letterboxd, and checking out who they all are really reminded me of why i don’t follow too many people on letterboxd. bad amateur writing is hard to enjoy even ironically, but there’s something about bad film writing that’s really harmful. i have hate-read so many of this one guy’s reviews that i feel embarrassed about it now. he describes himself as an “arthouse manager”, which i assume means he runs a theater, but it bothers me because nobody says “let’s go out to the arthouse tonight” without the word “theater” in there, it’s just unnatural and pretentious. so that’s red flag #1 right in his description, which is followed by red flag #2 about how he hates modern media, as if being a luddite or nostalgia freak automatically means you’re a sensitive genius. it’s probably worth mentioning a sub-red flag, which is that he also says he’s 27 years old, which has to mean that he either wants to be congratulated for being precocious somehow, or he thinks he’s going to get laid off this movie website where you can’t even post pictures of yourself, or both, i mean who fucking cares how old you are anyway, for what reason? then the first review is of DAYS OF BEING WILD, in which he describes Wong Kar-Wai as “seeking to understand what draws women to shitty, emotionally unavailable men”; i mean imagine being so full of shit that you project your own sullen incel-y “UGH WHY DO GIRLS ONLY LIKE BLAHBLAHBLAHBLAH” garbage onto whatever revered works of art show up on your tv screen? this guy goes on to reveal himself in almost a strip tease fashion across many of his reviews, breaking up his pompous analyses with macho mindbenders like “i have often said that being horny is the point of life” and biographical information like about his manipulative alcoholic father. i’m not trying to say that everybody with a delinquent or dysfunctional parent is destined to have idiotic and serial killerish attitudes about intimacy, because that would condemn pretty much all of us. but, i am sadly familiar with solipsistic assholes who brandish their alleged intellectual superiority in one fist while beating the dust out of their childhood traumas with the other, and just seeing his smug letterboxd reviews tells me everything i need to know about him. hopefully he just followed me in a spammy way to get attention and will never interact, or maybe i’ll say something he finds politically disagreeable and he’ll go away.

honestly finding anybody worth following on letterboxd is kind of hard. it can be nice to read stuff by people who are just having fun and shooting straight about what they’re watching, but the site is filled with wannabe J Hobermans and Lester Bangses who are just out to prove that they own a thesaurus. they’re practically all dudes, you can smell the old spice and maker’s mark wafting out of your laptop fan when you read some of this chest-pounding nonsense. not all of them have such toxic things to say as the aforementioned douchebag, but there’s a real preponderance of users who seem to think they’re reinventing the language. the sad thing is when they really like MY writing. there’s this guy i follow who i think used to write fairly clearly, but now everything he posts looks like a burroughs cut-up with really avant garde ideas about punctuation and adjectives, and unfortunately, i think it’s on purpose. i’d unfollow him, but i feel like i can’t, because he is as nice as literally anyone has ever been about my writing. he goes so far as to give me a hard time about why i’m not a professional film critic, he’s like a ~fan~...and then i gotta ask myself, how much is my writing like HIS writing? this is where the difficulties of letterboxd start to feel worth while, in a masochistic kind of way. like, how often do i write in the same wanky bombastic fashion as these shitty little internet valedictorians who i hate so much? probably a lot! i don’t like feeling that way but i have to admit that i’m grateful for the opportunity to check myself, and possibly improve.

however good or bad i am, letterboxd is still a better place to write than tumblr. i mean tumblr is less than optimal for long form writing anyway, but it’s also a question of who the majority population is here. the other day i got a comment on a pretty old post i wrote about ANNIHILATION, a movie i found kind of smarmy and shallow. the commenter said that my points about the movie were good, BUT they would all be negated by the content of the novels on which the movie is based, and they wanted to know why i deliberately omitted this material from my analysis, as if this were a conspiracy to be unraveled. they actually asked me what the point of my post was, like what was my goal in writing only what i wrote and leaving all kinds of things out. basically. this person COULD NOT UNDERSTAND THE IDEA OF A MOVIE REVIEW. i answered them, because they had tried hard to be polite, that my movie review blog is just for movie reviews, in which i talk about what i think about movies i watch. i’m not pursuing everything related to certain intellectual properties, nor am i invested in the logic and content of Extended Universes of whatever individual movies i’m watching. i’m not mad at this person, who was asking an honest question, but i was completely dumbfounded by the question itself. i mean imagine being SO INVESTED in fandom as like a type of lifestyle that you don’t know what a movie review is anymore? like every piece of media is regarded as some sort of municipality, that belongs to a state, and is governed by certain people, and its characters are like Real People who are available for friendship, dating and more. no piece of media is just entertainment, or even an artistic statement anymore. for this person, watching a movie is something like studying civic infrastructure, except with more DIY alterations and more fetishizing of gay men. i keep trying to imagine reading three paragraphs about some middling hollywood movie that amounts to something like “i did not enjoy watching this film,” and just having no personal frame of reference AT ALL for what it means when somebody writes that down. like just not knowing what a movie review is at all, and asking the author to explain the meaning of the bizarre behavior of saying you thought some movie sucked.

why DOES anybody write about movies though? if i don’t find it normal or desirable to watch everything with an exclusive filter for who do you want to fuck and who do you want to see fucking each other, then what else am i getting at? surely i don’t see myself as a potential roger ebert or leonard maltin, especially considering the extremely limited number of celebrity film critics in the history of mankind. i’m also not Pro- the idea of sorting all movies according to some rigid standards of technical quality and deservingness, like anybody needs me to grade them after they’ve performed the nearly impossible-seeming task of even making one single movie to begin with. sometimes i stupidly start complaining about stupid responses to my writing that i get once in a while from the internet, and my shrink asks me, “what are you up to when you post this writing?” she always says i’m “up to something” when i seem to be following but willfully ignoring my subconscious drives, which i think is pretty funny. but i don’t think i’m pursuing feelings of superiority, over movies or other writers. i think i’m just trying to figure out what movies are trying to say about human existence--and they all are trying to say something, are motivated by some angst, even the really insulting ones that only offer up wish fulfillment pablum. i’m constantly trying and failing to figure out my own existence, and i must sense that attempting to decipher movies is one way of getting closer to decoding my own experiences.

and on that note, now i have to complain about the fact that Lyft’s driver rating system includes “fun conversation” as one of the four factors in giving someone five stars. i rarely want a stranger to try to force me to talk to them, especially at 4am when i’m headed to the airport under a miserable pile of luggage. even so, i recently got into a car in such a state, with a guy who was clearly going for that five star rating, babbling loudly and convulsively at me all the way to my terminal. it would be one thing if he were just trying to be nice, but he was giving me shit about everything from my pickup location to what i had done in his fair city for a week and a half. i did not immediately volunteer how many movies i had seen at the festival i attended, because i probably intuited that when he did make me tell him, he would inform me that he doesn’t need to watch movies, because “I WATCH *LIFE*, MAN!!!” the irony was that this guy clearly didn’t watch life at all; he didn’t even have the ability to discern that i didn’t want to talk, or that i didn’t want him to insult my favorite leisure activity, and that probably NOBODY wants to listen to him talk about his shitty generic blues rock band for half an hour before 5am. so that’s the one thing i can say for even the most obnoxious reviewer on letterboxd--that probably they are TRYING to hone the art of observation, a dying skill. probably they are TRYING to train themselves to be an active audience that engages thoughtfully with the movie instead of just hucking rotten tomatoes at the screen OR passively allowing it to wash over them. even if i often hate the results, at least some of these guys seem be making an effort.

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theycallmebeccawrites · 6 years ago

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Chris & Ellie Series: Episode 14.5

With Tumblr holding my original writing blog @beccaheartschrisevans captive (aka flagged as explicit), I have made a secondary writing blog and may end up closing the other all together. In the meantime, I am reposting all of my stories on my new blog.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Ellie Spencer (OFC)

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: some language

Episode Summary: This half episode is just a little fun between Chris and Ellie and takes place in January 2016.

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

This episode can also be read on AO3.

The Chris and Ellie series is primarily chronological. It begins with a flash forward to 2016 and has a few other scenes in the future. However, the majority of their story is told in chronological order starting in 2013 and going through 2017. Each episode starts with a date to help you place it within the story.

The Chris & Ellie Series Masterlist | Chris & Ellie Masterlist

Episode 14

Episode 14.5: Read 'em and Weep

January 2016

"Read 'em and weep, boys," Chris gloated as he laid his cards down on the table, revealing a full house.

The other five guys at the table, including his brother, groaned as Chris pulled his winnings from the center of the table towards himself. He'd won a majority of the rounds that night and they all knew he wouldn't let them forget anytime soon.

"Well I'm out of money," Bryant Gomez stated as he pushed his chair back. They'd each come with twenty dollars in change (nickels, dimes and quarters) and, while the others had won at least one round, he hadn't won anything. "Guess I'll head home and let the babysitter go early."

Chris, Scott and the other three said goodbye to Bryant, each giving him a bro hug, before he made his way to the front door. From the dining room where they were playing, they heard him say something to someone, followed by the closing of the front door.

A click clack of heels on the wood floor alerted them to the fact that Ellie had returned from her girls' night. "Hey boys," she greeted from the doorway. "Enjoying yourselves?"

"I'm having a great time," Chris smirked as he got up to give her a kiss.

From his seat, Scott watched the two interact and then an idea hit him as Chris made his way back to his seat. "Hey, El, you should play with us," he suggested. The last time he'd played poker with Ellie was when she and his brother hadn't been talking and she had kicked his ass.

"Oh, no, that's ok," Ellie replied, waving off the offer. "Don't want to intrude."

"You wouldn't be," Brock Alexander assured her. "Actually, with you here distracting Chris, maybe one of us will get the chance to win."

"I bet Chris would even give up some of his winnings for you to buy in," Chucky Kelley said, hiding a smile behind his beer bottle.

"So, what do you say, Chris, you going to let your lady play with us?" Ray Locke asked.

"Uh, sure, if she wants to," Chris replied, looking up at her. "Do you?"

Ellie looked at the five faces unsure of how to answer, but then she saw the very slight nod of Scott's head and a very brief look of pain on his face. Cocking an eyebrow, she slipped her purse from her shoulder and tossed it onto the sideboard. "Well, if you guys want me to then I guess deal me in," she replied. "Let me grab something to drink and I'll be ready."

Going into the kitchen, she wasn't surprised at all when Scott followed her. "He's being a bad winner again?" she assumed, pulling out a bottle of water for herself and a new beer for Scott.

"He's insufferable," Scott groaned as he used a bottle opener to pull the lid off. "Hope you're ready to kick his ass."

"Oh, I'm always ready to do that," she stated with a laugh. "Let's do this, shall we?"

An hour later, it was just herself, Chris and Scott sitting at the table still playing. Chris's other friends had left either due to being out of money or because their wives, who Ellie had been out with, had called to find out when they would be home. Chris had still won some of the rounds, but Ellie, or one of the others, had won more.

"Well shit," Scott muttered when he too ran out of money and had to watch Chris collect his winnings. "Guess I'll head out, too."

After he collected his stuff, Chris and Ellie walked him to the front door where he gave them both a hug and kissed Ellie's cheek. "Kick his ass," he whispered, making her laugh.

"What did he say to you?" Chris asked after closing the door behind his brother.

"He told me to kick your ass," Ellie said with a smirk as she headed back to the dining room. "Fancy another round?" she called over her shoulder.

"Only if we raise the stakes," Chris told her.

"In what way?" she asked, turning to look at him with her eyebrows raised in interest.

"No money. Just clothes," he stated. Then, being a gentleman, he offered, "I'll even take off my shoes so we start evenly,"

"Alright," Ellie agreed. Then she sassed, "I hope you're ready to get naked," as she sat down in a chair across from the one he'd been sitting in.

"Oh, I plan on getting naked, but only after you," he shot back. "My ma raised me to be gentleman. Ladies first, always."

"Bring it on," Ellie stated as he took his seat. "You deal first."

They split the first four rounds, both choosing to remove their socks, but then choosing other things to remove. Chris removed his flannel shirt while Ellie opted to remove her pants. Chris won the round after that and whistled when Ellie took of her shirt, revealing a strapless black bra that matched her black panties.

"Enjoy it while you can," she snapped as she sat back down. "My deal."

"You might as well give up now," Chris said, cockily. "You're going to lose, it's inevitable."

Except, it was Chris that lost the next hand and the hand after that. Leaving him in just his black, boxer briefs and secretly glad he hadn't decided to freeball it that day.

"I'm not going to lose this," he stated as she smiled smugly across the table from him as he dealt the next hand. "You'll be the one naked in two hands."

Putting the deck down, he picked up his cards and internally groaned when he saw that it was complete shit. With his face trained on his cards, he chanced a sidelong glance at Ellie to see if he could tell from her face what her hand was like and regretted it immediately. He could tell from the way she was biting into her lower lip that she was trying to force back a smile.

With a silent prayer, he squared his shoulders and started the round, knowing he was likely going to be the first one naked. Ellie discarded one card and seemed happy, unfortunate for him, with the exchange. Based on her demeanor, he took a desperate chance and threw out three of his cards, only holding on to the two cards that were in the same suit. It didn't pay off and he ended up with lower cards that he'd started with.

"Fuck," he muttered and tossed his cards onto the table. "I know you won, just show me what you had."

A wide smile broke across Ellie's face as she placed her cards on the table, revealing a pair of fours with three shit cards.

"What the fuck?!" Chris exclaimed, jumping to his feet. He gestured to the cards and waved his arms in complete disbelief as Ellie laughed hysterically. "You fucking punked me!!"

"Doesn't matter how you win as long as you win," Ellie snickered. "Now take 'em off, big boy."

"This is complete bullshit," Chris glared at her as his fingers found the waistband of his boxers. "I'm doing this, but it's under protest."

Ellie rolled her eyes at his words but let out a catcall when he pushed his boxers down. Her cheers were quickly followed by boos when he used one of his hands to hide the part of his anatomy she wanted to see the most. "Hey! Move your hand, you're cheating," she complained.

"The deal was to get naked, that doesn't mean I have to give you a show," Chris retorted as he stepped out of his boxers once they hit the floor. "Now, if you'll excuse me."

Ellie watched in partial shock and partial amusement as he left the dining room with one hand covering his front and the other his back. Curious as to where he was going, she followed him into the kitchen and screamed when he grabbed her as she walked into the room.

"I might be the naked one, but we're both going for a swim," he told her as he lifted her off her feet and carried her towards the backdoor.

"Wait! Let me take off my jewelry," Ellie said, grabbing the edge of the island as they passed.

Chris obliged, only because he knew that she was wearing jewelry passed down from her grandmother, and set her down, but kept himself positioned at her side so she couldn't get away. As he waited, his eyes landed on the hooks that held her bra in place. Without a second's hesitation, he unhooked the bra with a flick of his wrist and grinned when she laughed.

"Damnit, Chris," she said, shaking her head as the bra dropped to the floor.

"Come on," he said, cajolingly. "The pool will be way more fun if we're both naked." His fingers slid down her body to the waistband of her panties. He rested them there, waiting for her ok to proceed. "Come on, Ellie."

"Fine," she caved and squealed when he yanked the panties down her legs as he did a quick squat.

"Step out and let's go," he ordered.

Ellie obeyed and then found his hand, squeezing it to say she was ready. They made their way out to the pool area, choosing not to turn on the outdoor lights, and soon were standing at the edge of the heated pool, illuminated by lights in the walls.

"You ready?" Chris asked, glancing down at her.

"Ready," Ellie nodded.

Chris counted to three and then they jumped, hands locked together as they hit the water.

Episode 15

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20dollarlolita · 3 years ago

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YOU

CAN RETRACT

YOUR EBAY BID

IF IT IS MORE THAN 12 HOURS FROM THE END OF THE AUCTION.

It flags your account if you do it for stupid reasons. If you say you entered the wrong amount, you have to immediately place a new bid, but this got me out of accidentally paying $400 for a broken machine. I had to run the risk of paying $210 for a broken machine, but given my options and how much money is in my checking account, I'll take it.

Edit:

I want to get a really inexpensive embroidery machine, because finding good prints in suitable fabric is such a difficult part of making handmade lolita. I always want to find new ways to decorate hems, and I have my Super Obnoxiously Fancy embroidery machine, which I took out a loan to own, and who and whose accessories I can only afford because I get an employee discount at the place that sells them. But I don't think that recommending that people go into debt and change their career paths is particularly in line with this blog. I wouldn't feel bad about recommending trying embroidery on what is literally the cheapest embroidery machine I could find, however. So, sometime, it would be a really enjoyable way to combine multiple hobbies of mine into advice I can offer on this blog.

However, there's also an element of elevated bipolar mood called "manic spending." Elevated mood leads to impulsivity, feeling more willing to take risks, and sort of a general disconnect from bad things in your reality. For example, how much money is in your bank account? That sounds disappointing, and we need everything to be fun and great! So, that's just not happening. There's no concern for if the bank account will run out. And, when that's not a concern, it really sounds like a great idea when that thing you want someday is a thing you can get now! It'll be great! You'll make everyone on the tumblr happy! You'll change the world! There are literally no downsides to this because we're currently completely unable to accept negative information. It is completely imperative that you make this purchase now, and with no concern for the consequences.

So, I'm not in a manic episode--and side note, it drives me completely bonkers when non-bipolar people casually uses the term 'manic episode' to describe non-bipolar feelings. Manic episodes are often life-threatening, job-ruining and relationship-destroying situations. If you're lucky, you remember your last manic episode fondly as the time you invented another language when locked in your closet and then send 48 copies of Dark Souls 2 to your ex. I had a seriously elevated mood episode in November of 2020 and it impacted every element of my life for about 6 weeks and that didn't qualify as a manic episode. I don't appreciate someone who had never dealt with that describing finals week where they only get 6.5 hours of sleep a night and was stressed the whole time as a manic episode. It's a medical term with a definition and it's not the same as being busy and stressed--but I will spend money I shouldn't when I'm having elevated mood. Usually, I need one good, shocking, stupid purchase to really remind me that I have to focus on reining it in, and this was that, hopefully. Because a thing that's a good idea in two months isn't a good idea right now.

(Nothing was as effective as the time I accomplished a horrifying, shocking expenditure that was only $48, which I did by buying something with serious emotional content that went counter to everything I believed. And this was how I ended up with my $14 Mary Magdalene replica, which is the single most entertaining alleged garment that I have ever owned.)

Anyway, thank you for listening to my stupid mental health problems. It's a part of my life and it impacts everything I do. Fun fact, bipolar is considered treatable, but there's no cure. And, because it's considered so successfully treatable, there's not anyone really looking for a cure (or at least funding a look for that cure). So, pros, there's lots of understanding about what it is and ways to treat it, and that's good. But cons, there's just this thing where it's going to vary between being a minor annoyance and a serious problem my whole life. I don't have tinnitus (thankfully, because I have other ear problems and I'm grateful that I don't have that) but I heard someone describe it as being a minor, lifelong annoyance, and I feel that. On the spectrum of bad things, it's not really bad, but it's annoying, and it's never going away. So that's fun.

Anyway, my foot being all kinds of fucked up for an entire year while I try to make doctors think that I actually sprained it on the inside edge has really impacted things. I like being able to go outside and go on walks to get my heart rate up, and I haven't been able to do that. As much as I fucking hate when healthy and neurotypical people suggest exercising your mental health problems away, it does negatively impact my mood when I can't walk. And, bonus issue, I didn't have a doctor who would even address that part of the problem (though I did have one lecture me on my exercise habits while also refusing to examine my ankle with my shoe off). But I have MRI results and a new doctor who is going to tell me what to do about torn tendons. BTW, the reason the first doctor didn't think it was a sprain on the inside is that inside sprains almost always tear tendons, and six months later and holy cow, guess what??? guess who has chronic-appearing tears on the inside of her ankle????? but whatever, that's what's happened with that. So there's plenty of stuff that's negatively impacting the bipolar, but hopefully this specific element is going to get under a more effective control now.

Thanks for reading all this.

I can't tell if I'm having some kind of episode of bipolar hyper-irritability or if everyone today is just extra annoying.

Just had a customer tell me that I didn't need to be nervous when working with her return. I'm not nervous. I have chronic hand tremors. I mentioned that and she went, "No, I can tell you're nervous." I usually shut that down with, "Nope, not nervous, just disabled," and generally that shuts people up, but not her.

"Imagine how people who are really disabled feel when you say that," was her response.

Honey, I don't need to imagine how people who are actually disabled feel about your response, because I am one.

#mental health cw

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wendynerdwrites · 7 years ago

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You ever getting your fandom site back?

I doubt I will under that domain. The conditions they wanted me to agree to were insane— I wasn’t allowed to post anything that might “compete” with them for six months (so, you know, post anything fandom related), wasn’t allowed to talk about anything related to their new site (keep in mind that they lifted and reposted nearly all of the fandom following content to their new site).

Even more insulting, I wasn’t allowed to “contact” certain people (it was worded vaguely enough that for all I know, liking someone’s post on tumblr could be considered “contact”). Basically, the moment our owner (the one who helped Kylie, Julia and I set up the site and is now the owner of Fandomentals) informed me of what they were doing, I had the gall to ask, you know, why (I still don’t have an answer on that). She tried to tell me that Kylie and Julie were behind the decision, I mentioned that I’d ask them, then. She immediately accused me of “harassing” people for wanting to you know, call or text them asking why I was suddenly being thrown out on my ass. People I’ve been calling/texting, and allegedly someone they counted as a friend…. Up until the morning they decided to screw me over. Literally, all I had done was call Kori (after she texted me at work to “rip off the bandaid”, in her words) and ask what was going on and why. No harsh language. No yelling. Sad tears, but nothing that could even remotely be considered “harassment”. I mean, FFS, this woman and I had been friends for two years at this point, been having phone calls throughout this time, launched a business together. We were even writing a book together (which I had presented as what would be my graduate thesis for my Masters, which she knew. So, you know, I had a lot of reasons to want to know what x, y, and z was and why.) I messaged Kylie and Julia on gchat (our usual mode of communication). Kylie promised me an explanation after she got back from Thanksgiving in a week, and I accepted that. Then she claimed she couldn’t say anything for “legal reasons” and that the decision was Kori’s (who said the decision was Kylie and Julia’s). Also, when I learned what was happening, I sent a couple messages to some contributors asking if they’d like to be editors for the site that I would supposedly be granted “by January”. When they declined, I dropped that. I also found out they tried to block me from the staff facebook group AND the site main email account, and were misleading our writers to think I was just bowing out because I didn’t want to work on the site anymore (I found this out because a number of very confused contributors were forwarding me their emails and asking wtf was going on.) I didn’t get any word about the domain transfer in January (keep in mind that the hosting fees were paid up only until then). So basically, they went out of their way to gaslight the shit out of me on this and insist that if I so much as asked for a REASON why all this was happening, it was “harassment”. I sent messages and emails to Kori, who was supposed to be sending me the transfer paperwork. She told me there was a delay, and to ONLY contact her through email. So I did. Not until LATE FEBRUARY did I get anything… By that point, it was that contract that was basically a gag order and an implied accusation of harassment (and yes, I do have the receipts on this to prove that this was ANYTHING BUT true. I’m sure certain people will gladly claim that I probably TOTALLY DID [especially certain people with absurd fixations with me, who like to pretend they know ANYTHING about the goings-on of the website, and who have also been happily telling newcomers in the fandom that I’ve been “kicked off several sites for bullying”. Literally, they’ve been telling people this shit. I’ve never been so much as had a post flagged. So yeah, certain lovely “anti-bullies” have been telling newcomers to the fandom that literally one of the worst things that has ever happened to me, where I was treated like shit was me “getting kicked off several sites for bullying”. So that’s fun. I don’t think I need to specify who I’m talking about, but these are people who literally never had anything to do with the site, aside for one who inquired about possibly writing for us, and just generally attacking/sabotaging any project I’m involved with, including one lovely time they implied I was a rape apologist AND soft on Nazi sympathizing all in one post. I’m a Jewish Sexual Assault Survivor, btw. But remember, they’re just trying to prevent bullying. Which is why they’ve written thousands of words about what a terrible person I am and basically had little blog parties when I was weeping buckets over this shitty, shitty thing that happened to me. Because they’re such fine people. One of whom who gladly admitted that she basically made a hobby out of hating on me. And after stirring up a shitstorm, she said “I will not apologize for making an educated guess” about the last super-drama BS she and her friends were accusing me of.] Meanwhile, my ex-partners were trying to lock me out of email accounts that I’d paid for/set up, and posting advertisements for their new site on fandomfollowing’s social media despite their promises that the social media accounts, site, and domain would TOTALLY be transferred to me. “By January” “By mid January” “By late January” etc), basically putting me in a position where, if I signed it, I could end up tripping over into a lawsuit by so much as liking a post on tumblr. I sent the contract to some friends and relatives who are lawyers, and everyone said the same thing: DO NOT FUCKING SIGN THIS. DROP THIS NOW.

TBH, I really do intend to launch something new, akin to Fandom Following, but nothing that can be tied to them, and with people I can be a bit more sure of. Part of my issue is that after what happened is that since, my trust issues are… considerable. Not just in terms of trusting others, but also me trying to be better than the people I worked with before, and securing protections for other potential partners that I never got from my old “buddies” up front, so that I can show that they can trust me. The problem with THAT is that it costs time, money, and resources to secure those things which I’m having trouble acquiring in full (there’s only so much I can ask in terms of free legal help from those close to me. And I’m certainly not going to use up what I can ask of them if I need their help later on). But yeah, I do straight up have a bajillion issues trusting people enough to launch a whole new site with them right now (also, it’s just not a good time in terms of RL).

I’ll probably never get Fandom Following back, but I’m not exactly out of the picture, and I hope to get something significant going within the next year or so. I’ll also admit that my tumblr getting randomly deleted (along with quite a bit of other content, writing, etc courtesy of some hacking that happened that also involved all of the contents of my google account getting deleted and money being taken from my accounts) was a big setback. I’ve recovered about 15% of the followers I had before, and let’s face it, if you want to launch something significant (when most of your pro writing credits are now relegated to caches), you do need more than 420 followers coming with you. I had thousands of followers when FF launched, and had partners with thousands of their own, and those people did come with us (because most people are awesome). But I don’t have that same pull now. I have some awesome friends, none who I would want to drag into a business venture unless I can assure them of the proper security I think they deserve. And until I can, well….

#fandom following #the fandomentals #internet woes #business

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krakenator · 6 years ago

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CHAPTER 12 aka “Stop n’ Shop 2: Electric Boogaloo”

SPOILERS are sprinkled around extremely liberally for The Property of Hate

Masterpost here

This one might just be my favorite 4th wall lean in the entire comic honestly

This page in general man. RGB you have UTTERLY failed in the “don’t get attached” department. That’s your child now and you just gotta accept it

(squints at Miss Cell-Any’s) (says it out loud) … >:|

Also …is Cell named Cell because it sounds like ‘sell’ and she sells things? fuck

There has to be a carousel pun in here somewhere and I am not yet grasping it. My third eye isn’t open wide enough

Cell keeps on snagging fabric onto her quills lmao

… is her face a pencil

WELP alright, Assok confirmed for the Hero just before, uh, Hero

Tailor is the Fashion Police

Gotta appreciate Cell and Tailor speaking in my personal favorite color, porble. Cell is spikey with quills, while Tailor is deeper purple and shaped like a flag/fabric

Something tells me Tailor and Julienne would get along excellently, to RGB’s dismay

I like how Tinker’s another composite character like Melody- he’s got hammers, awls, and crowbars for feet/hands and rulers/drills for legs. His arms are saw and his head is a plier

On that note how do his sleeves not get shredded?

The puns. The puns, this entire chapter is an overdose of puns

“Rabbits foot” har har

Now… that’s interesting

We saw with Watcher that RGB’s traded hand morphed to fit his aesthetic and body immediately. Here, the rabbits foot certainly transforms to become the hand RGB needs, but its color remains. Considering RGB is able to change his colors at will, and does so to his shirt a few pages later, this means the foot hasn’t, like, fully integrated. Like a new organ rejecting him

actually, in light of this entire chapter RGB entire OUTFIT is weird. His pants and sleeves are constantly rolled up because he’s short, but wouldn’t they have adjusted to fit RGB’s body? You could argue that this is just RGB’s aesthetic and he likes it this way, but now we find out that treating your clothes like this is bad and even detrimental to your safety. And there is NO WAY RGB would purposefully compromise his own safety like this. Not when he KNOWS he will find himself in dangerous situations trying to get his Heroes to their journeys end. Maybe he wouldn’t need to be so reliant on nightmares to counter Fears if he had better amour

In fact the only clothing (outside of shoes/suspenders/gloves) that seem to fit RGB perfectly is his jacket, the outermost layer and presumably his most potent amour. As far as I can tell it is well tailored BUT I don’t know anything about suit fittings so its possible its ALSO not fitted well to him

He certainly wasn’t keen to let Cell & Co know he’d been wrinkling his shirt something awful, so he knows what he’s doing. Theoretically, if RGB was purposefully sabotaging his outfits ability to protect him… why? What could be more important?

Yeah okay and the rabbit foot is also a “caught red-handed pun”

Going through modmads asks on her tumblr, her answer to someone asking if Hero/RGB would ever wear a dress or skirt: “Of course he would, he just has very particular taste and there might be other complications but we’ll get to that”

GODDAMNIT THE CAROUSEL PUN IS THEY’RE PUTTING THE [—–] THE CARE-O’-CELL

Aww, love and care are what makes clothes into amour, which is also French for… love. I didn’t actually read it right until now, I always assumed it was armour. That’s a whole extra letter, dumbass. it didn’t help that Hero heard RGB say the word and thought “KNIGHT ARMOUR” so this was… on purpose on modmads part damn her.

The audio in my head for this page is the Mii shop theme with the occasional bloodcurdling scream

On that note why can’t RGB take his shirt off for ironing? Is he physically unable to? Or is Tailor just doing it this way for maximum petty revenge. Ironing just a little hotter and harder than she technically needs to? For his own good of course!

Also his scream-text is dripping up a little, like, oh I don’t know, a certain negadark TV head we’re acquainted with. I know its water+vents=Neggy and this effect is mostly for conveying SHEER BLOODCURDLING PAIN AND VOLUME bc RGB is a bastard baby boy, but. Could you imagine RGB kicking up such an incredible fuss that Negative shows up just to check on things anyway??

Ok MEANWHILE, Hero’s jumper adjusts to her instantly- you can actually see it gaining an outline here to match the rest of her!

“it becomes you very well” this section of the comic probably has the highest pun concentration of the lot and i’m >:|

omgfds the INSTANT Cell is like “huh that’s like how Madras wears” Heros like I LOVE IT

Assok using Melofy’s sforzando as a noise of distress o no

Hero wanted to show RGB her outfit and RGB complimenting it fsggafjkgdffff

RGB’s struggle with sleeves is the exact same one I have with pants. THEY’RE ALWAYS TOO DANG LONG

In another world where RGB didn’t whisk Tailor away to another reality to ultimately get trapped and torn apart they would be BEST FRENEMIES. Just having dumb fun at each others expense with puns

Hero gets in his personal space bubble to fix his problem and he just! Lets her! No comment, no shying away, he lets her and he leans in to give her better access once he realizes what she’s doing and he THANKS HER. This is truly the most blessed of sequences and my heart is so full

First a rabbit foot, now horseshoes- honestly, im on board with plying RGB with all the luck-affecting objects one can possibly think of. The guy isn’t Gladstone Gander, he DEFINITELY needs all the luck he can get

On wearing wood shoes to get through the elastic valley- at first I was like ?? bc we KNOW Nothing is stronger than trees, but we later see that their shoes, RGB’s wooden horsehoes especially, get worn down and chipped. That its meant as a TEMPORARY measure to get them through and not a permanent protection makes more sense

RGB is doing the most DADLIEST of DAD POSES HERE. Look at this guy! Smiling genuinely, open body language, offering to carry Hero’s beloved galoshes for her. (bangs fists on table to the rhythm of DAD DAD DAD)

click next to see RGB get nails jammed into his feet, as you do

#tpoh #tpoh time with Gill #the property of hate

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