#maybe you should log off all social media

[demonic-shadowlucifer]

If there's one thing the internet has taught me this week, it's that it's apparently perfectly okay to trash talk an athlete underneath news posts of them suffering a season ending injury... but god FUCKING forbid that someone criticizes their favorite celebrity who can do no wrong 🥺🥺🥺🥺

[mywritersmind]

hey girl! are you writing for franco atm??? if so I wanted to see if you could write smth like fluff or reader and franco get in a fight maybe bcs of the time zones and races and he surprises her one night before race weekend like he catches a flight to see her but she still won’t budge on talking to him xxx

YELL AND FLY - FC43

listen up : just arguing but ending in comfort. thanks for the request this lowk almost made me cry

word count : 877

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I can hear him pacing, the sounds of drilling and tires in the background, “I’m just tired, Franco.” We’ve been like this for an hour, I keep hearing him swear in spanish and making sure everyone leaves him alone.

“You don’t think I am?” he groans as someone tries to speak to him again, “Fuck, obviously I’m tired! You’re not the one working every weekend.”

I scoff and sit up in my bed, the sun not even up yet, “That's unfair and you know it, Franco! I work! I work even more when you’re away!” I say sarcastically, “But I'm sorry that you have to do the job you chose and you love!”

I shake my head as he responds, “I didn’t mean that, love.”

“Yes you did. And that’s fine but don’t push your anger onto me. You always do shit like this.”

“Like what?” His voice raises.

I run my hand into my hair, “You don’t think I support you.”

“Well it’s hard to think that when you’re not here supporting me.” I want to hit him, then myself. How could he think that? After I said I wanted to be there but couldn’t because I was fucking working. He takes it back quickly, “I’m sorry i’m just overwhelmed-”

“Franco. I’m tired.” Tired of this. Tired of waking up so early and staying up late for a ten minute call where we just fight, “we should talk about this later.”

He still sounds angry, “I’m busy all day.”

I stay silent. What am I supposed to say? Cry and tell him to not be? I have no choice but to nod.

“Good luck.”

He sighs, I hear the ruffling of his hair, “I’m sorry. I wish you were here.”

“Me too.” He’s mad at me and I’m mad at him. I’ve been with Franco long before his F1 debut, but us yelling over the phone every weekend isn’t something I expected with the job.

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I watched his race, texted him, and logged off social media for the day. He’s off to Mexico but I just can’t leave right now. I’m sitting in the kitchen, eating my cereal and leaning over the counter while listening to Taylor Swift.

There’s a knock at the door, I groan. I’m in the same pajamas as two days ago and my hair is in the messiest bun I've seen in a while.

When I open the door, my jaw actually drops.

“Franco?” I poke him as if I think he’s some figment of my imagination. Have I really gone that crazy that I'm imagining my boyfriend at my door?

“Hi, love.” He’s real. He walks in, shutting the door softly. I want to cry as he slips his arms around me, “I’m so sorry.”

His voice washes over me and I hug him tighter, breathing him in and realizing how much I missed how he smells.

“I’m mad at you.” It comes out as a whisper, my voice broken and sad.

“You can be.” I pull back a bit, his hands in my hair, “I’m so fucking sorry.”

“Why are you here?” I cross my arms, stepping back.

Franco looks nervous, a bag by his side, “I wanted to see you. I thought you wanted that too…”

“Of course I did!” I sigh dramatically.

He smiles at my anger, “So, I'm here for you.”

I shake my head, going to the kitchen and cleaning up my breakfast. I don’t know how to feel. I’m so happy he’s here. But then what? He’ll just leave again and I’ll watch two second clips of him on the TV?

He follows me into the kitchen, “Love… Let me do it.” I let him because I hate the dishes.

I sit on the counter, watching him gently washing the bowl with his sleeves rolled up. He drys his hands, then looks up at me.

“I’m sorry for being mad.” I look at the floor but he steps in between my legs so I look at him, “It’s just hard.”

“It’s hard for me too. I want you there all the time but I'm so proud of you!” he puts his hands on my outer thighs, “Time Zones suck.”

I laugh, wiping my eyes from the tears that spill down my face, “I’m proud of you too. Shit, you’re so amazing. I hate working.”

“Quit.” He says it so fast.

“Franco!” I swat at his arm, letting out a sort of sob laugh.

“Okay, you can quit when I get a full time seat.” I laugh as he smiles softly up at me, “I know it’s rough right now.”

“We can work through it. We’re us.” His thumbs smooth over my cheeks.

He nods, “We’re us.”

“How long are you here for?”

He frowns, “I leave tomorrow night.” I frown with him, “But I'm here now.”

I sigh, knowing he’s right. I look up at my boyfriend, his hands on me. I know I need to live in the moment now.

I kiss him softly and he pulls me into another hug, his arms around my waist, “I love you.”

I run my hands through his hair, “I love you too. We can do this.”

[milaeth]

୨୧┊ 𝐈. 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒. ( charles leclerc )

ꖛ ─ you’re reading part one ∿ part two ∿ part three ( coming soon )

✧.* pairings ─ charles leclerc x fem! singer! reader

✧.* genre ─ social media au ⨾ fluff & chaotic

✧.* summary ─ in which your best friend George gets fed up with watching you and Charles secretly yearn for each other while claiming to be just friends. so, when you lose a bet to George, he takes control of your social media accounts for 24 hours, using the opportunity to help you make a move on your crush.

✧.* face claim ─ suki waterhouse

✧.* warnings ─ none, this is just really chaotic lol

✧.* mily’s thoughts ─ this is my first time writing a social media au so pls give me feedback! also, this is not proofread! btw feel free to leave requests <33

˗ˏ ➶ IMESSAGE ➜ w/ princess george . ✧ ˚

princess george: You know what, y/n?

y/n: no

princess george: I have the feeling that i’m gonna get a podium today!

y/n: what made you think that💀 not to crush your dreams princess, but i heavily doubt that

princess george: Wow, you’re so supportive. Why should I not be able to get a podium??

y/n: keyword: shitty car

princess george: Oh, yeah, I forgot about that… But i don’t care, i will manifest it (that’s what you always do, isn’t it?)

y/n: yeah sure..

princess george: You don’t believe me? Fine! Let’s make a bet then.

y/n: it’s way too early for this shit

princess george: Blahblahblah🙄

y/n: 💀 george i’m busy

princess george: Busy writing sad love songs about Charles or what??

y/n: …

princess george: Exactly. Now let’s do this!

y/n: why are you so eager to make this bet

princess george: Oh I just want to rub in your face that I was right afterwards

y/n: lovely.. but fine, start talking ig

princess george: Finally!

princess george: I predict that i’m gonna finish P3. Your prediction?

y/n: p11❤️

princess george: And now realistically…

y/n: p6

princess george: Thanks.

y/n: and what are the drawbacks?

princess george: I don’t know, maybe the loser has to hand over their main social media accounts to the winner for 24 hours. The loser isn’t allowed to use their main accounts in that time, only their private ones.

y/n: absolutely not

princess george: Aww you’re a scaredy cat?

y/n: no i just don’t trust you with my social media accounts💀

princess george: Okay fair enough

princess george: But c’mon, it’s gonna be fun! Only for 24h

y/n: fine but the winner can’t post anything too bad

princess george: Sure, sure. So, deal?

y/n: deal! and good luck (i hope you dnf)

princess george: Lovely as always

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georgerussell63

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georgerussell63 P3!!!! We keep on moving🔥🔥

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user471 was a close call but congratulations!

user172 carlos deserved it more, you literally pushed him off

user93 he didn’t push carlos off but okay💀

user425 so happy for you!

user65 it should’ve been carlos

charles_leclerc congrats on p3 mate!!🔥

georgerussell63 Congratulations on P2! I nearly got you, watch your back next time😉

charles_leclerc let’s highlight the word “nearly”😉

user976 so happy to see you on the podium again🫶

yourusername still convinced you bewitched half of the grid to let you pass them

georgerussell63 Creative but no, I just had a great motivation😊😊

˗ˏ ➶ IMESSAGE ➜ w/ princess george . ✧ ˚

princess george: Well well well, look who lost our bet…

y/n: 😐

princess george: C’mon give me the password to all your main accounts so i can log in😁

y/n: what if i were suicidal.

princess george: Honestly sounds like a you problem.

y/n: fuck you.

princess george: Still waiting for the passwords😊

y/n: fine, but remember, only for 24 hours!

princess george: Yeah, yeah. Now give them to me.

y/n: … insta is “503_UedusEiotSrk03” & twitter is “eZiyjDbbvwKi_zu_14806”

princess george: Damn, those are some ugly passwords!

y/n: are you seriously judging my PASSWORDS rn💀💀

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scuderiaferrari

liked by charles_leclerc, yourusername and 1,385,052 others

scuderiaferrari That’s ice cold🧊🥶 #F1 #P2 #Charles16

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user47 dayuumm🤭

user21 no one could ever get me into one of those things😭

yourusername That’s a sight I could get used to🥵🔥

landonorris don’t ever say or write that again.

urusername_alt🔒 @yourusername you really make me want to kms

yourusername @urusername_alt🔒 Aw, appreciate it❤️😉

landonorris y/n have you officially lost it?? why are you talking to yourself💀

user275 did we all see that or am i crazy💀

user164 yep we all saw that💀💀

yourusername

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yourusername "eyes that confess, while lips whisper 'just friends.'" my new single “just friends” is out now!!🤍 (yes, another single about my crush😘)

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user937 THIS IS SO GOOD AND HEARTBREAKING WTF

lewishamilton already on repeat🔥

user25 i cried my eyes out to this.

landonorris this is a BANGER

user12 how is this so cute yet so sad💀

˗ˏ ➶ IMESSAGE ➜ w/ princess george . ✧ ˚

y/n: HPW COULD YOU

y/n: I GO TO BED AND THIS IS WHAT YOU DO??

princess george: i have no idea what you’re talking about.

y/n: OH PLEASE YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHAT YOU DID

princess george: Uhmmm nope.

y/n: YOU POSTED ONE OF MY DRAFTS

y/n: AND NOT JUST ANY DRAFT

y/n: NO, YOU POSTED THE ONE ABT MY SINGLE💀

y/n: IM GETTING EMAILS FROM MY PR TEAM BC I WAS SUPPOSED TO POST THAT ON TUESDAY

princess george: Oh, yeah, my finger slipped🫢🫢

y/n: your finger must’ve slipped multiple times then bc the caption is somehow a different one💀 not to forget the twitter thing

princess george: Oops?

princess george: Besides, I only added one sentence.

y/n: are you fucking serious

princess george: It was an accident.

y/n: ACCIDENT MY ASS YOU EMBARRASSED ME IN FRONT OF EVERYONE!!! AND TOLD PEOPLE ITS ABOUT CHARLES WTF

princess george: To be fair that was predictable when we set the rules to this bet. And I didn’t directly say the single is about charles.

y/n: you did directly say that💀

y/n: istg i’m gonna beat you up the next time i see you

princess george: Should I be worried..?

y/n: definitely.

y/n: you give me so many seasons to kill you. this is literally the 19th one

princess george: Make it 20…

y/n: george. what do you mean.

princess george: I might’ve given you another season. On accident!!

princess george: https://www.instagram.com/p/Cu-IkZstViy/?img_index=1

y/n: oh no

f1wags

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f1wags Love is in the air, and our radar has picked up some juicy rumors! It seems like the friendship between the singer Y/N L/N and Charles Leclerc is turning into something more than just a casual relationship. Get ready for the scoop as we take a closer look at the blossoming relationship between these two stars!

Y/N and Charles first crossed paths through their mutual friend George Russell, but it seems their connection has deepened over time. On late Sunday, Y/N dropped a bombshell by announcing her upcoming single to her social media followers, accompanied by a captivating caption. The last sentence read, "another single about my crush😘," which made fans curious and hopeful for more.

The plot thickened when Y/N responded to a tweet and saying that the song was indeed inspired by her "bae," none other than talented Formula 1 driver Charles Leclerc. The revelation left followers shaking with excitement, and it's clear that the connection between the two goes deeper than mere friendship.

But that's not all! Observant watchers have noticed the undeniable chemistry between Y/N and Charles, catching glimpses of their interactions when they thought no one was watching. Ah, the power of love! Charles might have forgotten that the public has eyes everywhere, but we certainly haven't missed a beat.

The burning question on everyone's mind is: what's behind their friendship? Is it just a playful crush or something much more intense? Could Y/N L/N be a new f1 wag? Time will tell, but for now we can't help but root for this potential power couple.

So stay tuned, gossip lovers, because there's more to come from Y/N L/N and Charles Leclerc. Whether it's a steamy romance or just a close friendship, we'll be here keeping our eyes peeled for any hint of what's going on behind the scenes. Love may be a game of mystery, but they've forgotten that we're experts at unraveling the truth. Keep your eyes open, folks!

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user79 y’all really don’t know how to mind your own business

user943 why are people making such a big deal out of this like they’re just friends and y/n was probably just drunk or smth when she said those things🙄🙄 ITS NOT THAT SERIOUS!!

user27 you guys really don’t have a life huh💀

user375 who tf is this blondie

user50 girl stfu that’s literally my wife

user697 AAAA i really hope this is real bc they’re so cute💖

˗ˏ ➶ IMESSAGE ➜ w/ princess george . ✧ ˚

y/n: 💀💀💀

princess george: I’m starting to feel bad now..

y/n: good, you should💀

y/n: i’m gonna apologize to charles now

princess george: Why, It’s not your fault.

y/n: you’re right, it’s yours. but you said all those things with my account so it looks like it’s my fault lol

princess george: I’m really sorry, I took it a little far!

y/n: a little is good💀 but dw it’s okay, i know you only meant it jokingly, i’ll tell everyone it was you and not me once the 24 hours are over

princess george: 👍 Good luck talking to Charles. And don’t forget to confess to him before I do it for you😉😉

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© milaeth | 2023

[hoursofreading]

In terms of trying to actively promote depth in your life, start putting on your calendar some appointments with yourself to do deep work. Go a couple weeks out and treat those appointments like you would a doctor's appointment or a meeting with an investor. If someone tries to schedule something during that time, you say, "No, I'm busy from one to three, but here's when I'm available." People understand the semantics around the meetings and appointments. They're willing to work around it. You don't have to explain why. Start with a moderate amount, say three or four hours a week. Have it on the calendar. Have it protected. And during those prescheduled times, maintain the zero-tolerance distraction policy. During those times, not a glance at the internet, not a glance at the phone. The second thing is, take some step to start gaining back cognitive fitness. Most people are not willing, for example, to just blanket quit social media; but I would suggest a couple things. One, take social media applications off your phone. I've had a lot of people who say, "I can give you 19 reasons why I have to use social media, why it's so important in my life," and then they do this experiment where they take it off their phone so it becomes 10 percent more difficult to log in to Facebook or Twitter. They stop using it altogether. They realize, "Okay, wait a second. Maybe I was telling all these stories about the key role it plays in my life, and why I always have to be looking at it, but once I added just a slight impediment, I stopped using it altogether." I think it helps sort of reassess the value, but more importantly, you take the addictive aspects out of the service while still maintaining your access to the information or other value that you get out of it. The third thing I would recommend is starting to schedule the time you do novel, distracting, stimulating things. You could schedule lots of times, but it should be scheduled times. Maybe after work, you say, "From 8 to 10, I'm going to break out the laptop and just go nuts, no holds barred. Social media, whatever. But until 8, none of it." Or, "Okay, at work, I'm going to check my email, check on all of this at this time, this time, this time, this time." All the other times in between, even if you feel like you want to do it, you don't. This is all about just practicing that muscle of "I want stimuli, and I said no." Even if you've scheduled 25 blocks during the day when you're going to look at stimuli, that still gives you 25 blocks between those times where you're going to feel like you want to check stimuli and you say no. Every time you do that, that's helping to break the Pavlovian connection. That's usually how I get people started. Get it on the calendar, start cleaning up your cognitive fitness.

Cal Newport on taking your life back from technology - Vox

[megabuild]

bit of a ramble below! tl:dr; i have insane person problems and realised that this blog isn't healthy for me so won't be coming back until i'm in a better place, i have no intent on deleting it but may password protect it in the coming days for my own peace of mind :P love yall!

the absolute basics on my situation is that i almost certainly have OCD, have been vocal about this likelihood in the past, and while i was aware i was susceptible to obsessions and compulsions irt online interactions and my posts on here i was not actually aware of how debilitating the effect this was having on my life was until i went completely cold turkey and blocked tumblr from all my devices. like genuinely night and day. i have so much more free time when i'm not spending it constantly name searching on every platform available and scrolling through my blog over and over to be sure that i didn't post a slur by accident lol. i'd rather not get into some of the stupider details of shit ive done in the name of perceived moral purity because that's nobody's business but trust me when i say it was like a weight got lifted off my fucking shoulders lol like i was having regular delusions about making a post so bad grian himself would say i should kill myself on stream and believing it was possible 😭 really good disorder guys i love having this

i have a lot to say about the way this community treats each other, both good and bad, but i think i'd rather hold off and make more informed and thought out posts on that when i'm not still reeling from all the bullshit life's been throwing at me. i do love and value this community so much, especially all the mutuals and friends i've made here. i've also been made extremely uncomfortable in the past by the easiness that people slip into very strange relationships not just with CCs but with their fellow bloggers. including me ! and i am a relatively small blogger in the vast scheme of things. this is no hate to anyone who's sent an anon or whatever, many of you are lovely people, but it's also like, well i have been literally stalked on this blog before so i feel i have justification for being a tad uncomfortable . again, a lot to be said on the celebritification of average people and the obsession on making sure one makes "Objectively Correct" choices when doing something as simple as watching a minecraft series and having opinions on it .. but alas, no brain for it right now, and also i would rather not risk the ire of twitter teenager #48 lest i be qrted by thumbnail artists telling me to lighten up and accept the steady decay of all that is good in this sphere in order to make room for more #Content. Sit down and eat your yaoibait you stupid faggot! sorry this is a serious post ignore that part

to any of my beloved oomfies you are free to message and ask for my discord though i am also being a bit difficult to reach over there rn my bad (and i may not get back to you quickly because as soon I post this I am logging straight the fuck back out).. i have made a separate tumblr account from this one which is less social media and more a little archive of images and art i like (and also is not related to mcyt at all, outside of maybe one or two art reblogs if i see something that really catches my eye) so if we've hung out and you don't exclusively post mcyt you might see me around in your notifs but i'd prefer not to be linked back here. any projects, fics, other blogs etc. i have been working on consider on pause for eternity, with the only exclusions being 3rd life miraheze (which i'm currently looking into options for but will certainly never go away! much love still to all our contributors who have worked tirelessly through wild life to update our various spreadsheets and tables) and aoyuer which i'm sort of picking up and taking away and hitting with hammers until it's sufficiently divided from mcyt and i can call it an oc story for real. peep my toyhouse if ye are so inclined and wont tell the adoptbrained callout squads over there that my oc once upon a time was lowkey rpf.

anyway this has already gotten far too long as i'm a chronic yapper and overexplainer but thank you very much for hanging out with me and talking about these stupid ass blocks. i have a handful of posts in the queue i wont be getting rid of and don't doubt i will come back to chat more shit in future but at the end of the day i'm here to have a fun time on the computer and i just was not having that anymore. i was having a scary and fucked up time on the computer, and life is too short to put yourself through that out of some butchered sense of responsibility to the niche follower base you've cultivated. if you also have ocd delete your blog as soon as it hits 1k like actually. if you worked in the askbox mines and are now facing redundancy then go follow my enemy thecoolerliauditore. or dont im not your boss anymore. im too busy homebrewing my 3ds. smooches mwahs !!!!!!!!!

[luza-wayne]

birthday.

kozume kenma x reader

wc: 758 words

happy birthday to my animal spirit in hq! love you so much, pls fund my tuition, ehe

kenma woke up just as usual.

after washing his face and eating, he immediately sat on his gaming chair and logged into the game he found just recently, but he already mastered it in just days.

he played all day without thinking about volleyball since it's the weekend and his parents are out for a trip.

yes, it's his birthday, but it's not like it's a special day for everyone. 

so why not just treat it like a usual day? maybe a few thank you's for the people who greeted him on his social media. he thinks.

it's not like he's looking forward to celebrating it too, but he's excited to receive a greeting from a certain person.

that moment he finally set loose the switch off of his hands. he threw his head backwards, resting it on the pillow of his chair. 

he wondered what you are doing as of now.

his logical mind suddenly occupied his brain and had his thoughts made a conversation with himself.

today is my birthday. even if no one says it, the person celebrating their birth can have a greater opportunity than other people, just for that day.

should i take the chance? 

will it break the relationship with the two? 

would i get in trouble if i confess to (y/n)? 

he smiled at the thought of you beside him, holding his hands, playing and styling his hair while he plays his games, joining you as you stay up to study. 

how nice it would be.

his thoughts were suddenly disrupted by the sound of the doorbell going off.

he groaned and sluggishly walked to his door to go see who ruined his imagination.

he took the last step of the stairs looking at the ground.

*pop* 

“happy birthday, kenma!” 

kenma jumped like a kitten with the party poppers going off. with wide eyes, he stared at the people smiling widely at him.

“kenma!” yamamoto called for him. “we know you don't like a lot of people gathering for you, so we just invited the team and your parents lent us a spare to your front door.” he explained.

“oh, thank you.” kenma thanked them while he looked at the surprise they planned for him.

after they handed him their presents for the birthday boy, they started eating the foods everyone brought.

“kenma!” you called for the setter. 

he immediately turned around with excited eyes.

ah, there she is. 

damn, her voice is so soothing for my ears. 

“h-hey.” he anxiously addressed you.

“sorry, we were late. tetsu was making a fuss that you liked apple pie even more than pudding. you told me that, right?” you said as you showed him the box of pudding you picked for him.

“it—” you both looked behind you when kuroo suddenly interrupted.

“as i said, kenma likes apple pie more. don't underestimate my friendship with him since childhood.” kuroo said confidently and raised his hand holding a box of apple pie.

“shut up! kenma himself told me that!” you defended.

kenma looked back and forth between you and kuroo before looking at the food you two had in front of him.

he took yours first, before taking kuroo's, making you smile widely.

“what i said back then was that pudding is good, but i prefer apple pie more.” he recalled that it causes your mouth to hang open, while he just stared at the food he's holding.

when you remembered his words, you put both of your hands on your face to cover yourself from the embarrassment.

“sorry!” you said and made kuroo laugh hysterically.

after kuroo laughed, he regained his posture and turned your body— still with your hands on your face— to him, before giving you a kiss on the forehead.

“well, better luck next time, babe.” he said, removing the palms off your face.

kenma continued to stare at the edibles, as he smiled bitterly.

so she wasn't paying attention to me that time? oh— haha. 

i remember now. kuroo was there that time too.

'holding hands, playing and styling his hair, staying up late...' i'm so pathetic.

how can i imagine doing that with her when she'd rather do that with him? my best friend.

he looked up at you two. 

kuroo holding your face, still laughing, while you deadpan him, but soon a smile formed on your lips.

“thank you for the apple pie and pudding.” he said smiling, but praying that you don’t notice how fake his smile was.

“happy birthday to me, i guess.”

hope you enjoyed that one, because i did. reblogs would be much appreciated!

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[suzyandthefox]

In elaboration to the previous post

Minors! Here's a reminder of how to keep yourself safe on the internet!

1: Do not post any personal info about yourself publicly

That also includes your triggers, illnesses mental or physical, your home life, etc.

If it can be used against you, don't post it.

Stick to your pronouns and maybe your age if you're 16+

2: You do not need to give your opinion on everything, you do not need to comment on everything, you do not need to look at the comments. You can have opinions,but not all opinions should be voiced, this goes for adults too.

3: DO NOT ENGAGE WITH THE TROLLS, Always Block and Report! Block and Report!

4: Always take a break off social media whenever you need, log off every once in a while and detox your brain from the pixels on the screen, make sure that your opinions and way of thinking is not directly taken from a post, but is actually what you think.

5: Have an IRL friend you can trust, or a family member, keep your connection to the real world, internet addiction sucks af!

6: If you feel uncomfortable in an online space, LEAVE, if you're feeling uncomfortable in a server, LEAVE, if someone is hurting you or you don't feel safe with them, BLOCK THEM.

Trust your gut feeling!

[pjsk-headcanons]

Social media usage hc's!

Ichika: totally a tumblr user. she's very active in the vocaloid fandom and sends memes in the leo/need groupchat. she would sent cute pictures and caption them "us <3" or some shit like that.

Saki: she definitely used tiktok, twitch and youtube a lot during her stay in the hospital. responsible for 90% of the links in the leo/need groupchat.

Honami: i dont feel like she would use much social media. maybe she made a few accounts to check the links others sent her, but otherwise she doesn't use them.

Shiho: she only uses youtube for bass and calligraphy-related stuff, as well as cute animal videos. that's mostly on tiktok tho. she would have a perfectly curated tiktok fyp.

Leo/need probably have a youtube, twitter and tiktok account, but only use them for promotion.

Minori: VERY active on tiktok. she had been posting since way before she joined mmj, but her account has only gained popularity recently. she sometimes gets haruka, airi and shizuku to feature in dance tiktok challenges with her.

Haruka: she doesn't have a public social media presence, but she does lurk a lot on her private accounts. she feels better when she can keep up with all the news. mainly twitter.

Airi: she's quite active on instagram, but doesn't use anything else often.

Shizuku: banned from all technology usage. i feel like we already know.

More More Jump have official instagram and twitter accounts, as well as youtube where they stream. mostly ran by haruka & airi, though minori likes to log in sometimes to respond to the comments (and probably shock them). they sign off each message with colorful heart emojis. very cute.

Kohane: doesn't use social media much. minori got her to record tiktoks together when they were still classmates, so now she also has a tiktok account. doesn't have a very curated feed, but does partake in scrolling sometimes.

An: watches a LOT of youtube & twitch in her free time. i dont feel like she would feel the need to use anything else tho.

Akito: that man is too committed to the grind to let social media have a hold on him. maybe a bit of youtube and a sports news twitter account, but in healthy amounts. he's too good for tiktok so he watches youtube shorts.

Toya: had no idea what a social media was for most of his life. he would be active on reddit though. an showed him twitch so now he partakes in watching some streams too.

Vivid BAD SQUAD wouldn't have an official social media presence. most of their fame outside vivid street comes from other people posting recordings of their performances.

Tsukasa: he doesn't use it at all. saki once showed him a few things, he tried it, went "you know what. i dont feel like this brings any value to my life" and stopped. we should all strive to be more like tsukasa.

Emu: solely a tiktok user. she sends wxs a lot of funny and cute tiktoks. also partakes in dance challenges sometimes, which gain her a surprising amount of popularity.

Nene: uses discord frequently for her game stuff. made her own tiktok account only to open all of the links emu sends her.

Rui: uses twitter, but realized very quickly that the constant drama isn't healthy for his mental state so now he just looks at the memes. nene makes fun of him for living in the twitter trenches.

Wonderlands x Showtime are tiktok famous. this hc mostly comes from that one tumblr art about tiktok famous wxs and ?!?!?! i absolutely agree! i hc this also was a big reason why they gained popularity so quickly. mainly ran by rui, with everyone frequently helping and giving ideas. they post a lot of skits and extra behind the scenes content.

Kanade: she doesn't seem like the person to use social media. she only has discord and her streaming services accounts, which she considers a chore to run.

Mafuyu: for obvious reasons, wasn't allowed to use social media. i don't feel like she would use it after running away from home either, since she's seen how much pain it brought to ena and mizuki. discord only.

Ena: her being very active on instagram is practically canon, as well as discord of course. i dont think she would use anything else though.

Mizuki: this girl has an account on EVERY social media platform ive mentioned. and probably a few more. she's very good with technology, and has definitely participated in at least one fandom.

Nightcord at 25:00 don't have any social media accounts, apart from streaming services of course. Partially to keep up the mysterious and anonymous image, but also no one could be bothered enough to run it.

woah how did this get this long??? im going to sleep now

- 🍔

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[theartofcollapse]

Behind the Screen - Casey Novak

a/n: i'm taking requests, so feel free to dm me :) summary: you meet someone online who seems to get under your skin more than you'd like. At the same time, Casey Novak does that too... pairing: Casey Novak x female reader warnings: none word count: 2K

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You didn’t know why you bothered joining the debate forum in the first place. Maybe it was boredom, or maybe you were sick of venting to the void of social media about the injustice of the legal system, only to have your posts drowned out by pictures of pets and brunch.

The forum had a fitting name: Justice Anonymous. It was a chaotic meeting ground for legal professionals, students, and justice enthusiasts, all discussing ethics, case law, and courtroom strategies. Pseudonyms kept things anonymous, which was good for you. You’d joined under the name “Justice4U,” and the forum quickly became an escape where you could blow off steam after particularly frustrating days.

But one member of the forum had a way of getting under your skin, “AmicusCuriae.” Their posts were always smug, self-assured, and irritatingly well-written. No matter the topic, they managed to counter your arguments with logic so airtight it infuriated you. It didn’t help that they seemed to enjoy needling you.

And yet, you kept coming back.

In real life, your days were plagued by someone equally infuriating. Casey Novak.

You were both Assistant District Attorneys, often working adjacent cases. She was ambitious, brilliant, and absolutely maddening. Every encounter left you seething, her sharp wit and condescending remarks burrowing under your skin.

Today was no different.

“Late again, Y/N,” Casey said, leaning against your office doorframe with her arms crossed, a smirk playing at her lips.

“Not now, Novak,” you snapped, balancing three case files and a lukewarm coffee as you tried to navigate your chaotic desk.

“You know, organization is key to success,” she added, unbothered by your glare.

“And minding your own business is key to not getting punched.”

She laughed, as if your irritation was the highlight of her day. You hated how pretty her laugh was.

That night, after yet another frustrating day of dealing with Casey, you logged onto the forum.

Justice4U: Hypothetical: A defence attorney argues that a confession obtained without an explicit waiver of rights should still stand if the suspect “implied” understanding. Thoughts?

AmicusCuriae responded almost immediately, as always.

AmicusCuriae: Oh, please. That’s hardly hypothetical. It’s lazy lawyering at best. A competent prosecutor would rip that apart in five minutes.

You rolled your eyes, fingers flying across the keyboard.

Justice4U: A competent prosecutor would recognize nuance instead of resorting to blanket dismissals. But what do I expect from someone who hides behind anonymity to sound smart?

AmicusCuriae: Nuance? Or excuses? Sounds like someone’s been on the losing side of too many cases.

Your blood boiled. But beneath the irritation, there was something thrilling about these exchanges. You hated how much you looked forward to them.

Over the next few weeks, your online conversations with AmicusCuriae grew complicated. You still argued, but the debates started feeling less antagonistic and more like sparring matches. You began sharing hypothetical scenarios, trading strategies, and even cracking jokes. It felt easy in a way that nothing else did.

Justice4U: What’s your take on prosecutors pursuing harsh sentences for first-time offenders?

AmicusCuriae: Depends. What’s the crime?

Justice4U: Let’s say possession with intent to distribute, but they’ve got no priors and a sympathetic backstory.

AmicusCuriae: Ah, the classic moral dilemma. My instinct says to prosecute, but… maybe I’d offer a deal. I’m not heartless.

Justice4U: Oh, so you do have a heart. Shocking.

AmicusCuriae: Don’t spread that around. I have a reputation to uphold.

You smiled at your screen. It was strange, but you were starting to feel connected to this person. Whoever they were, they understood you in a way no one else did.

In real life, things with Casey weren’t improving. If anything, the tension between you had grown worse. The smallest disagreements escalated into full-blown arguments. Today’s fight had been over a witness’s credibility.

“You’re impossible,” Casey snapped, slamming her hand on the table during a meeting.

“Says the queen of impossibility,” you shot back, your voice rising.

“Why do you always have to fight me on everything?”

“Because you’re always wrong!”

The room went silent, the other attorneys awkwardly avoiding eye contact.

Afterward, you couldn’t stop thinking about it. Why did Casey get under your skin so much?

That night, you logged onto the forum, hoping for a distraction.

Justice4U: Ever deal with someone so infuriating that you can’t decide if you want to strangle them or—

You hesitated, deleting the second half of your sentence.

AmicusCuriae: Or what? Kiss them?

Your heart skipped a beat.

Justice4U: I was going to say “sue them.”

AmicusCuriae: Sure you were.

You stared at the screen, cheeks burning.

The turning point came one rainy evening. You and Casey had been assigned to work late on a joint case, combing through evidence in tense silence.

“Pass me that file,” she said, her tone clipped.

“Please,” you shot back.

She glared at you but didn’t argue.

Hours passed, and somewhere along the way, you both let your guards down. The conversation drifted away from the case, and you found yourself laughing at one of her stories about law school. For a moment, it felt easy.

But then you remembered who she was, and who you were, and the moment shattered.

Justice4U: Ever feel like you’re falling for someone you can’t stand?

AmicusCuriae: Funny. I was just thinking the same thing.

Your breath caught.

Justice4U: Do you think it’s possible to hate someone and like them at the same time?

AmicusCuriae: Hate is a strong word. Maybe you just don’t understand them.

Justice4U: What if I don’t want to understand them?

AmicusCuriae: Then why are we having this conversation?

You stared at the screen, heart pounding.

Justice4U: Who are you?

There was a long pause before the response came.

AmicusCuriae: Let’s meet and find out.

You agreed to meet at a coffee shop, your nerves fraying as you sat at a corner table, waiting. The door jingled, and you looked up, freezing as Casey Novak walked in.

She spotted you instantly, her expression shifting from surprise to realization to something unreadable.

“No way,” you said under your breath as she approached.

“Justice4U?” she asked, her voice laced with disbelief.

“AmicusCuriae?”

You both stared at each other, the weight of your online connection crashing into the reality of your real-life animosity. And yet…

“I can’t believe it’s you,” Casey said finally, a small, almost shy smile tugging at her lips.

You laughed, the sound edged with disbelief but also something else, relief.

“Of course it’s you,” you said, shaking your head.

The silence stretched between you and Casey as you sat across from her. The air was thick with tension, the kind that had always defined your interactions but this time, it felt different. Charged.

Casey was the first to break the silence, her fingers nervously toying with the sleeve of her coffee cup. “So… this is awkward.”

You huffed out a laugh, crossing your arms. “That’s the understatement of the century.”

She tilted her head, studying you with those sharp green eyes that you suddenly realized were more mesmerizing than maddening. “I can’t believe you’re Justice4U.”

“And I can’t believe you’re AmicusCuriae,” you shot back. “You’re smug online, but in person? Wow. Next level.”

Her lips twitched into a smirk, and despite everything, you felt your stomach flip.

“Okay, fair. But you’re no saint either,” she said, leaning forward slightly. “You’ve been driving me insane for weeks.”

“Funny, I was going to say the same thing about you.”

You both laughed, the sound easing some of the tension. It felt surreal, like stepping into a parallel universe where Casey Novak wasn’t the bane of your existence.

“So,” she said, her voice softer now, “what do we do about this?”

“About us?” You winced as the word left your mouth. It felt too intimate, too soon.

“About this,” she clarified, gesturing between the two of you. “About the fact that we’ve been arguing online like crazy, but somehow…” She trailed off, searching for the right words.

“Somehow, it worked,” you finished for her.

She nodded, her expression thoughtful. “I mean, I still think you’re insufferable in person.”

“Right back at you.”

“But…” She hesitated, then smiled, a real, genuine smile that made your breath catch. “I think I like insufferable.”

Justice4U: Well, this is weird. How do we go back to arguing now that I know who you are?

AmicusCuriae: Who says we have to stop arguing? You love it. Admit it.

Justice4U: You’re delusional.

AmicusCuriae: You’re still talking to me.

Justice4U: Shut up.

AmicusCuriae: Charming as always.

Justice4U: Serious question: Why are you always such a pain in the ass at work?

AmicusCuriae: Serious answer: Why do you rise to the bait every time?

Justice4U: That’s not an answer.

AmicusCuriae: Fine. Maybe because you’re the only person who can keep up with me.

Justice4U: …

AmicusCuriae: Speechless? Wow. Marking this day on my calendar.

At work, the tension between you and Casey became almost unbearable. It wasn’t just the usual clashing of egos; it was the way her hand brushed yours when you reached for a file, the way her eyes lingered on you during meetings, the way she smirked when she caught you staring.

One afternoon, you ran into her in the courthouse hallway. She leaned casually against the wall, her blazer perfectly tailored, her confidence maddeningly attractive.

“Hey,” she said, her tone light but her gaze intense.

“Hey,” you replied, trying to sound unaffected.

“I’ve been thinking…”

“Uh-oh.”

She rolled her eyes, but there was a glint of amusement in them. “What if we tried something new?”

“Like what? Not arguing for once?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she said, grinning. “No, I mean dinner. You and me. No pseudonyms. No forums. Just us.”

You stared at her, your heart racing. “Are you asking me out, Novak?”

“Yeah,” she said simply, her confidence faltering just slightly. “I guess I am.”

You considered teasing her, drawing it out just to see her squirm. But the truth was, you wanted this.

“Okay,” you said, your voice steady. “Dinner. But if you start an argument over appetizers, I’m walking out.”

“No promises,” she said, her smirk widening.

Dinner was… perfect.

You met at a cozy Italian restaurant, the kind of place where the lighting was soft, and the wine flowed easily. For once, there was no case to argue over, no professional stakes, no courtroom

drama. Just you and Casey, talking like two people who had spent weeks falling for each other without realizing it.

“Okay,” you said after your second glass of wine. “Confession time. When did you figure out you liked me?”

She tilted her head, pretending to think. “Probably around the third time you called me a pain in the ass.”

“That’s not specific enough.”

“Fine,” she said, leaning closer. “It was the night you sent me that hypothetical about sentencing. You were so passionate, so relentless in your argument, I couldn’t stop thinking about you after that.”

Your cheeks flushed, but you didn’t look away. “Your turn. When did you realize?”

You hesitated, then smiled. “Honestly? Probably the same night. I just didn’t want to admit it.”

Casey laughed, and the sound was warm, genuine. It wasn’t the sharp, mocking laugh you’d come to expect from her. This one was different, softer, more vulnerable.

As the night went on, the lines between the Casey Novak you’d clashed with and the AmicusCuriae you’d fallen for blurred completely.

By the time she walked you to your door, you were already thinking about the next date.

“So,” she said, her hands in her pockets, a rare hint of nervousness in her posture. “Is this the part where you slam the door in my face?”

“Not tonight,” you said, stepping closer.

“And tomorrow?”

“We’ll see,” you teased, leaning in.

Her smile was the last thing you saw before her lips met yours, soft and certain.

When you pulled away, you couldn’t help but laugh. “I still think you’re insufferable.”

“Good,” she said, her eyes bright. “Because I’m not changing.”

“Neither am I,” you replied.

“Perfect,” she said, kissing you again.

And for once, you agreed.

[backtochicago]

i am being so fucking serious that all of mcyt ccs right now must all log off twitter and maybe log off all of social medias and talk to the psychologist, therapist or any of non-chronical online person because you are getting too much attached to the online world and it is eating up your mental stability and your own emotional decision, like i swear to god your fanbase do not wanna get panicked over your personal issues - which could have been solved in privated - anymore, and the more you attached to the online world, you also lose soft skills and basic comprehending thinking skills and im not mockering anymore. the people you need to ask advices is the irl person, not a bunch of anonymous users and the solving personal problems conversation should be a face-to-face direct discussing not posting massive thread on twitter.

[alarrylarrie]

Just when I think I’m done crying, I see him on my page and anywhere on social media because the algorithm knows that I’m talking about him and looking him up more than ever. I look at posts about him and see how he was. Even though I never met him, I just really wish I had, even though I didn’t know him personally. He seemed like a nice guy, and maybe I’m getting the parasocial view of him that I’ve always had since I was younger. Still, I think that was the real him, the kindest and most giving person, and just really funny and talented in many ways. And I am just going through the ups and downs of this, being sad, upset, and angry, and then back to crying just when I think I’m done. But the thoughts of what could’ve been and the things that he could’ve done and showed people how he really was just makes me go through all of it again. I feel like he and the boys need justice in a way? I don’t know if this makes sense, but I just needed to get it off of my chest. I also think this hit me really hard because I’ve never really been into something like this in my life, like I have one direction. Everything about this situation just feels off. And I also feel like I should be over grieving him because it’s been 12 days, but I just can’t. And if it’s hitting me and a lot of other people really hard, I can’t imagine the people that were closest to him.

Oh love. Gently, let me just say. There is no “should be over this” okay? Please be kind to yourself.

Everything you’re feeling is so valid. And it’s okay you’re feeling it, 12 days later. Even if it’s for someone you didn’t know “in real life.”

Grief is unexpressed love. Liam’s life was cut short, in a tragic way. It is a massive loss. And we love him. We might not know him, but god do we love him. And we planned on loving him as we all lived on. So we’re all dealing with the way everything has changed. And it has. It has changed.

So cry, my friend. Cry when you need to. Be angry when you need to. Laugh when you need to. Log off when you need to.

I’m giving you a big virtual hug. I love you, very much.

[slveepyscwrs]

"No one would miss me"

Okay then. Let's suppose, for a moment, that you genuinely had no one IRL who would miss you. I get that– people IRL can be... not the best.

But, what about online?

I think we forget that the people we meet on the internet are also humans behind that screen who yearn for others. Even someone you only texted with once may still be thinking about you.

Another thing about the internet– we genuinely don't know what happens to the people we love if they log off for the last time. Did they grow out of social media? Did something happen to them?

In other words, unless you get online the next day to let those people know you're still alive, there's no way to know for sure.

Now, what would happen online tomorrow if something did happen to you?

People might ignore it at first, but eventually, you'll get DMs from people you didn't even know gave a care about you. And no one will be there to tell them what happened.

People, even if just a few people, heck even if just one person, will be enjoying your posts and wondering about the person who made them, not knowing that they have left this world.

Your friends who you assumed would move on in a day will tell you everyday that they miss you, and yet all those messages will remain forever unread, as they still hang on to hope that you'll come back someday.

And, what about that friend who you promised you'd talk with? That person who looked forward to getting on your favourite video game with you?

And maybe you don't have pets IRL, but we've all had virtual pets at some point. Even if you don't play with them anymore, that pet is still somewhere out there, wishing that person who so kindly played with them and fed them had a good life...

Am I saying that you should spend all your time online? No.

What I'm saying is, if there's just one thing that we can all learn from the internet, it's that there is someone out there in the world who loves us all.

If you disappeared, even after you are long, long gone, those messages from happier days will forever be out there, somewhere...

If you know anyone who you feel needs this message, or even yourself, please like and reblog so that they know you care <3

[mistmarigold]

What if Sunjae didn’t die that night? Part 5 (lovely runner au)

[Read Part 1, 2, 3 and 4 here.]

Sometimes Sunjae wished that he could just log off from life. He barely used his phone or social media so it wasn’t as if his digital footprint was driving him into madness. Yet, he was just constantly tired - from everything.

Except maybe one: his tiny notebook with the sunflower cover which had become his go-to for any and all thoughts that came to mind.

Alas, the world didn’t stop rotating just because Ryu Sunjae was feeling it. It also didn’t let him forget his commitments and that’s how he found himself sitting at a production office for a meeting that was long overdue. Maybe they decided to hurry up after the whole retirement thing came out, he almost smiled at that.

“We’ll be waiting to hear back from you soon! If there’s anything else you might need from us, please let us know,” the Assistant Producer was saying while seeing him off.

“We’ll get in touch!” His manager responded.

“Thank you,” Sunjae said lowly, doing a tiny respectful bow before walking down the stairs.

As always, with his mind preoccupied, Sunjae didn’t notice much around him - a side effect of years of coddling by guards in public. However, it was yellow and the funny thing about that colour is that it always forces him to hold and register, even if it’s for a moment.

This time around, he didn’t just register but rather walked to the source of yellow absentmindedly, already knowing who it was before she even needed to turn.

The employee talking to Sol looked up at him and greeted hurriedly, making Sol turn around.

“Oh hi, Sunjae! What’re you doing here?”

She had come a long way from staring happily at him and staying silent, now she was talking to him as if they knew each other their entire lives (they did but only Sunjae knew that).

“Are you here for a new film?” She beamed at him.

The employee shook his head behind her as a signal to Sunjae but he nodded at her, a small smile on his face.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, looking between the employee and Sol.

She turned a bit so she didn’t have her back to anyone, “oh, I came here for an interview. But their office is upstairs and they don’t have accessibility so I won’t be able to work here. I was just about to leave.”

Sol bows before attempting to leave.

Sunjae looks at the employee, then stairs and feels such bubbling rage within him, it surprises himself. At least the employee had the decency to feel apologetic regardless.

“I’m really sorry about this, we loved your work and were looking forward to meet you,” he says.

Sol shakes her head, “oh, it’s okay! Thank you for considering me, I understand.”

But Sunjae didn’t understand. He was about to intervene before his manager put a hand on his shoulder, addressing Sol, “can we drop you off?”

Sol chuckles, “oh no, it’s alright! Please go on with your work,” she makes her way out of their little group, “bye, Sunjae! Good luck for your movie.”

Sometimes Sunjae wished she would act more like his fan - the clingy kind who wants to spend a lot of time with him.

He goes to her, stepping in front of her so she can’t continue her way out, “let us drop you. Are you going back home?”

She nods and shakes her head at the same time.

“You aren’t going home?”

“No, I mean I’m going home but you don’t need to drop me. I’ll be fine, you should continue with your work, I don’t want to be a bother.”

“I insist, please.”

Sol was about to protest again but visibly gave up and nodded.

“I’ll get the car!” Sunjae’s manager says before going out.

While they waited, Sunjae wanted to talk and diffuse the awkward tension they suddenly had out of nowhere. But at the same time, a part of him was worried about the mechanics of Sol managing her way in the car. A long time back, he had looked it up: how wheelchair users get in the car and what it means for their mobility especially with public transport. He didn’t remember much anymore apart from the fact that there wasn’t a collective way they managed because everyone had different kinds of mobility. He wasn’t sure about Sol’s - how it had shifted over the years. He saw her get in her friend’s car that very first night, it was quick and fairly easy with optimal height. Her friend had helped her in but Sol managed her way fine.

Just then his manager called, “just saw a few photographers around the building. Come to the back entrance, I’ll pick you up there.”

Sunjae looked at Sol who was looking at him inquisitively before looking at the employee standing a bit further away, “can you show us the back entrance?”

The employee nodded and lead them there, Sol and Sunjae following behind side by side.

However, their office had some serious issues in regard to accessibility because there were couple of stairs leading towards the door.

Sunjae looked at the stairs and then back at Sol, who was also looking at the stairs. Before he could say anything, she turned to him and smiled, “Sunjae, you should go. I’m assuming there is paparazzi outside? I think you should go on your own and I’ll be fine.”

Sunjae felt conflicted. But for the moment, he silenced all of his thoughts and bent down in front of Sol.

“Please, I insist. If your mother finds out, she’ll be upset with me that I let you go like this,” he says gently.

Sol was about to say something but Sunjae continues before he loses courage.

“Can I…. please carry you down the stairs?”

A part of him wanted to go hide away in his room, in the dark, but he was choosing that as his moment of 10 seconds of courage, hoping that it wasn’t cringe, praying that she wouldn’t take offence.

Sol’s eyes widened a fraction, “I-“

Sunjae’s phone buzzes for a second, followed by his manager-driver bursting in from the door, “Come on, Sunjae, they’ll see us soon. I don’t know what’s up today.”

Sol looked between the two, Sunjae not hurrying her but keeps looking at her before she does a tiny nod - that’s all the confirmation he needs before he stands up and scoops Sol up in his arms. A hand behind her knees while the other encircles her waist, Sol looking anywhere but at him while he keeps looking at her to ensure she isn’t uncomfortable. They go down the stairs comfortably, as if Sunjae wasn’t holding an entire human, while Sol held on to his neck for dear life, shyly hiding her face in the curve of his neck, a tiny breath away from his skin.

Sunjae’s manager quickly ran up the stairs and picked up Sol’s wheelchair before running down and out the door, not realising that he only had to do it until the bottom of the stairs.

“Dongseok!” But he was gone already, opening the car trunk. He finally notices Sunjae standing at the open door, while holding an awkward Sol but instead of realising his mistake, he gestures for him to hurry up.

“Sorry about this,” Sunjae mutters lowly before hurrying out to the open car door. He bends a bit before leaning in and settling Sol down on the seat, their eyes meeting for a moment as he pulls away.

“Thank you,” Sol says softly, a small nod and smile on her face before she straps herself in.

Sunjae goes to the other side and gets in.

“I’m sorry about earlier. For hurrying you and for Dongseok putting your wheelchair in the car,” Sunjae says at last, diffusing the awkward silence.

“Oh no, it’s fine. Thank you for doing what you did earlier and for dropping me home. You didn’t have to go to such trouble,” Sol twiddles her fingers in her lap.

Sunjae nods but he could feel the tension in his bones and he didn’t know what to do. He didn’t want her to feel like he was invalidating her or overpowering her or taking advantage of her disability. He never wanted anyone to feel that, let alone Sol. Especially because he was in a position of power in so many ways. But considering the possibility that Sol might feel that way about him, he felt sheer agony.

He tries to pull down the collar of his sweater a bit, to give himself the physical space to breathe.

“Are those my flowers?” Sol leans forward to pick up the small notebook from the seat.

Sunjae looks over and nods, watching Sol gently caress the cover.

“This looks prettier in person. Thank you, Sunjae-ya for not letting my flowers die,” she beams up at him, her eyes watering.

“I couldn’t let them die,” he replies, “thank you for giving them to me.”

Sol’s smile brightens up even more - he didn’t know that was possible.

As they were about to round up to the buildings near Sol’s place, he asks, “what role were they considering you for?”

“Huh? Oh, it was for a Video Editor role. I’ve been doing that for a while now on my own so I wanted to see if I could find something in Films,” she says, a dismissive tone in her voice.

“Is that something you’re interested in?” Sunjae inquires further, staring at her while she keeps caressing the tiny notebook in her lap.

She doesn’t answer for a minute, making Sunjae think if she heard him at all. But then she looks at him, a sad smile on her face.

“I’ve always wanted to work in TV/Films, as a Director than any other role. But even with Editing, it does involve creative processes and vision so it was the next best bet because I could easily do it from home without worrying about accessibility issues like today for instance.”

Sunjae nods just as the car stops and the doors open. Dongseok opens the trunk to get Sol’s wheelchair and setting it up based on her directions.

Sunjae gets out and goes to her side of the door, intently focusing on Sol. Again, he wasn’t sure how she manoeuvres around cars and especially one with the height - it was higher than her friend’s. But she was confident and relaxed, not worried or awkward about her mode of mobility.

Once Dongseok was done and had stepped away, Sunjae asks, “how can I help?”

This time around, Sol was a bit more comfortable, “could you please ….carry me down?”

Without hesitation, Sunjae moves forward, puts one hand behind her waist and the other under her knees, and easily lifts her down onto her wheelchair, lingering for a moment before pulling away, their eyes refusing to pull away from each other.

Once she was all settled in and comfortable, she gives him a wide smile, “thank you so much for dropping me home! Take care of yourself and good luck for your movie.”

She bows and waves to both Sunjae and Dongseok, before turning around to leave.

“Sol!”

Sunjae stopped mid-step. Saying her name out loud felt both like a blasphemy and relief. As if it was forbidden, yet it felt like coming home at last. He didn’t even know where home was, really, but it felt right. Instinctual. Bound to happen.

When Sol turned around to look at him, confused, he wasn’t sure what he was about to say either. Lost in his own contradictory feelings when it came to her, while she was blissfully unaware about everything.

He walks up to her and says, “thank you for letting me drop you home. I wanted to apologise if I made you feel uncomfortable at any point and to thank you for trusting me.”

He didn’t wait for her reply but did a tiny bow before going back to his car, turning around once to smile at her before getting inside and leaving.

[Part 6 here.]

[buzzyb33]

Hey!! Could I please request a fic for Danny Aarons?! Nobody writes for him and they should because he is absolutely beautiful! Maybe where you’re also a YouTuber and friends with Danny and pretty much everyone in the uk YouTube scene and it’s the night of the sidemen 10 year party and he confesses he loves u. Thank u!!!🫶🏻🫶🏻

Of course!! This is a great idea and I love my boy Danny.

Prompt: in request.

Warnings: swearing, alcohol, bit long, detail on reader appearance.

I sit at my desk as I record a Fortnite video with Danny, Simon and Josh.

I go through my locker as the three talk.

“Y/n hurry up and pick a fucking skin” Danny groans.

“Shut up Danny wait..” I respond in a distracted tone.

I scroll through my locker and settle on panda team leader.

I ready up and sip my water.

“Simon don’t take all my kills again either.” I shoot as I adjust my position.

Josh laughs and Danny speaks up before Simon.

“Wait- you two play together?” He asks a little confused to which Simon laughs.

“Thanks for watching my videos mate.”

-

Later on when playing I look at Josh’s skin and do the high five emote, Simon is still recording and he does the emote with me.

Josh laughs and pipes up “you coming to the party next week? I know you said you might but..”

“Hm? Oh yeah probably don’t wanna miss that- it’s important for you lot so-“

Danny cuts in quickly. “Can we go together y/n you don’t live too far away from me.” Simon hums in acknowledgement at Danny’s eagerness.

“Sure okay- I’ll message you, you can come mine and have some pre drinks with me.”

After that recording I did a few more on the same scenes to clear my schedule knowing how pissed I’ll get, recording a video with Deji just a simple TikTok reaction:

“Eugh- dej! That guy is so- mmmm- eww look.”

I say as beavo eating rice comes up.

“When I first saw him he actually made me physically gag at my phone- he’s rank.”

I say in a passionate tone and he laughs loudly.

“Would- you do the same content?” He cuts himself off from his laughs.

I chuckles and shake my head.

“Nah then I’d have to pay for an editor because I can’t watch myself do that..” I shake my head.

“Wait you edit all your own videos?” He says to me sincerely.

“And your other channels?”

“Yeah! I edit for my main, second and I mod my own social medias, while I pay Danny Aaron’s editor to do my twitch shit so- yeah,” I hum as I adjust my hair.

“Oh cool- Kay then.”

The next day when I was getting my clothes ready for the next day I got a FaceTime call from Danny, answering it wouldn’t be a problem, would help me pass the time.

I answer and smile into the phone, propping it upon my monitor as I logged around my room, AirPods in.

“Hey Danny!”

I call as I look for a dress.

“Hi- what you doing?” He responds, taking an inward breath.

“Pickin’ an outfit for tomorrow dunno to go for pink or white..” I let a ghost of a smile wonder on my lips as I shift through my many clothes.

“Pink- you look p- pinks a better colour especially in dresses, anyway.”

He says and I pop my head back into frame, my freckles dusting my face and light blue yes looking into the camera.

“Alright- yeah you’re probably right I’ll pick some stocking then we can talk, yeah?”

I pick a light pink play suit, white stockings and white flats, I put my outfit down and talk to Danny through it, after that I sat at my desk and spoke to him, a gentle tone in his voice which seemed to be only present around certain people.

“What’re you wearing Danny?”

I say after a couple minutes of silence on the call, my attention taken up by the sims.

“I dunno- cargos and a shirt. Yeah.”

-

The next day as I get out the shower, I put my clothes on and start on my makeup I get a knock on my door.

“Come in Danny! I’m in my room!”

I shout and I hear my door open and footsteps ascending toward my room.

He leaks his head round and gives me a cheesy grin.

“Hey y/n.”

He was in a crisp white shirt with a blue spray paint font smiley face at the back. He was in black cargos and to match his shirt, crisp white airforces.

“You look smart, Mr Aarons.” I smile and he smiles back, sitting in my bed.

“You look pretty, miss l/n.” He retorts, the grin not leaving his face.

We speak as I do my makeup, about videos, friends, family, us.

Mad I finish my makeup I order him to get the drinks from my kitchen as long as some glasses.

I smile as I face my chair toward the bed where he sits, pouring a vodka coke.

“You excited? I’m looking forward to it.”

I Say with a cheeky grin, leaning forward slightly and sipping it.

He smiles and nods.

I lean back and smile, flicking my light brown hair behind my shoulder.

“When should I call the Uber, n/n?”

“15 minutes let’s get the buzz.”

I grin at him.

Over the next 15 minutes, the two got laughs in, and Danny even getting a confidence boost.

In the taxi, Danny let his arm hand loosely across Y/ns shoulders.

Getting out the car and getting let into the party the two going their separate ways for a bit, the boys had rented a decent club in north London at a lot of people were there, A LOT.

Y/n went to go talk to george Clarkey and then Talia.

After mingling around she was getting tipsy and when in this state she got very giggly.

“H-hey-“ I turn around and find Danny’s eyes, his ones deep and hazy, clearly already intoxicated.

“Hi darlin’…” he murmured as his hands find my shoulders, his head falling slightly.

“Danny? You okay?” I say as I inch closer to him.

“Y/n- I just-“ he says and closes his eyes briefly.

“I think-“ he sighs

“I can’t help falling in love with you..”

I look at him and feel my face flush, I get on my tiptoes and kiss his cheek.

“I love you too..”

He smiles lazily and brings me into a passionate kiss, oddly coordinated from the intoxication.

I wrap my arms around his neck and he keeps moving his lips with mine, meanwhile, Ethan goes up to josh and elbows him slightly.

“Never guess who I just saw tonguing it on?” He says with an almost proud look.

“What? Simon and Talia? Vikk and Ellie? Uh- Lannan and ilsa?” He replies sipping his drink and side eyeing Ethan for a confirmation.

“Nope- Danny Aarons himself and miss Y/n l/n”

Josh sputters and looks at Ethan “fuck off.”

-

The next morning where Danny had stayed at Y/ns their words weren’t forgotten, a simple but gentle feel to the air, a new found tensions, just bellow awkward.

Finally approaching him as he was getting ready to leave she spoke with reluctance.

“Do- did you mean what you said or- well, and did, or was it just the alcohol, Danny?”

With no hesitation he shook his head: “I meant it, every word, every kiss, I- do love you- if that’s okay?”

I smile and feel my face heat up again.

“That’s okay..”

A/n:

IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. CHRISTMAS AND THAT 😭🙏🏽

Finishing up a request then another zerkaa fic!!

Requests are open!!

[mariacallous]

In 2022 I wrote an op-ed for NBC News Think about leg hair, of all things. The piece detailed a monthlong experiment during which I stopped shaving. Aside from one paragraph about bodily autonomy and Roe v. Wade, I thought it was a mild article. Boring, even.

The internet disagreed. Within an hour of publication, I started getting angry, all-caps emails. Then it started on Twitter. I was called everything from stupid and self-absorbed to a Sasquatch. I was accused of hating men and pressuring women.

The deluge lasted nearly two weeks. By the end of it, I had dozens of nasty emails, nearly a thousand social media notifications, and zero idea how to handle what I’d experienced.

Unfortunately, these instances of online harassment are becoming more common. In 2021, the Pew Research Center reported that 41 percent of US adults had experienced online harassment; the Anti-Defamation League reported an increase to 52 percent in 2023. Public and semipublic figures are especially at risk, as noted by recent studies on American journalists, Zimbabwean journalists, and female members of parliament in Sweden.

But the truth is, on social media anyone with an account can experience harassment. Here’s what to do if it happens to you.

Document Everything

Knee-deep in hate mail, I reached out to a former thesis adviser who’d written op-eds. How had he handled the trolls?

His reply: Document everything. If you have to report the harassment to a social platform or to law enforcement, you will need a body of evidence that proves the harassment.

Save the nasty emails in a special folder, either manually or by using keywords to filter and route all of the relevant mail automatically.

On social media, screenshot what people say. Doing this gives you lasting digital proof, which is important if the trolling comments disappear later on, either because the trolls deleted them or because someone reported the comments, which led to them being removed. Save all of these screenshots in a folder that can easily be shared with anyone investigating your harassment.

Documenting harassment is common advice, featured in resources ranging from writing-specific organizations like PEN America to wider organizations like the University of Chicago and the National Network to End Domestic Violence.

Don’t Respond

Another common piece of advice is “don’t feed the trolls.” In theory, if you don’t react to harassment, the trolls get bored and leave. Some have argued that this advice has failed us, as it puts the onus on the victim to stop the cyberbullying; it suggests that it’s not the trolls who need to stop but rather the victim who needs to turn the other cheek.

This is a fair critique; social media platforms should build better moderation systems and restrict users who breach standards on harassment. Ideally, events like the 2024 child safety hearing before US Congress will lead to changes that make the internet safer for everyone. In a perfect world, the onus is on Big Tech.

But internet safety is a work in progress, and in the meantime it’s on us to decide how we want to respond. Many of the accounts spamming me were obvious trolls. They had incendiary usernames and profile pictures. Looking at their comments, which were antagonistic at best, I knew I wouldn’t change their minds by responding. Nothing I could write would make them consider my point of view.

So I followed the American Psychological Association’s advice and let the storm pass. I logged off social media and routed the nasty emails into a special folder, out of sight. I spent my energy on things I enjoyed instead, no trolls involved.

Or Maybe Do Respond

Walking away isn’t the best option for everyone. If you choose to respond, there are both indirect and direct ways to address harassment. The former could include muting threads or blocking accounts. You could also report comments or users for behaviors that breach community standards, such as hate speech, threats, and bullying (which most platforms claim to prohibit). These options may prevent the same trolls from harassing you, or another user, in the future.

If you feel safe and want to respond directly, consider counterspeech, a strategy that addresses and undermines hate by redirecting the conversation in a constructive way. Some choose to reclaim hashtags, such as the K-pop stans who in 2020 flooded the #WhiteLivesMatter hashtag with K-pop videos.

Others create larger discussions around hateful posts, typically focusing not on the troll but on the content of their argument (so, not “You’re sexist” but “Saying XYZ is problematic because …”). This is exactly what I did, some six months after my experience, when I wrote about hate mail for HuffPost, focusing on sexism and the importance of dismantling it. Reframing the conversation helped me feel less powerless.

Though organizations like the United Nations recommend counterspeech, some research has suggested that it may be ineffective: While a 2021 study on anti-Asian hate found that counterspeech discouraged hate, another study on racism and homophobia saw mixed results.

Do Something You Enjoy

Whether or not you respond, give yourself time to work through your feelings. Do something you enjoy, like going to the gym, meditating, or playing your favorite video game. Anything goes!

Social support, in particular, is important for processing your experiences. This is because one of the goals of online harassment is to make you feel isolated; intentionally enjoying time with loved ones can combat this. An older 2014 study noted that social support can come from anyone in your life, ranging from your peers to your family. More recently, a 2020 study listed the myriad benefits of social support for those experiencing bullying, including increased confidence and decreased anxiety.

So text your friends and coworkers. Make dinner plans with family. Rant to your partner—or ask for a distraction. Any and all of these can help you feel less alone. You can also seek professional advice via a therapist or a cyberbullying hotline.

If you decide to take an extended break from the internet, ask a friend you trust to keep an eye on your social accounts. They can continue to take screenshots of new harassment and notify you if the frequency of incidents increases.

If the Harassment Escalates

If rude comments turn into stalking, hacking, doxing, or death threats, it’s time to contact the authorities and get legal assistance. Continue to document everything; you’ll want a body of proof to ensure you’re taken seriously. If you’re in immediate danger, call emergency services.

Practicing good cyber hygiene can help you protect your information. To deter hackers, use strong passwords, which are longer than 16 characters and include numbers and special characters. Don’t reuse passwords, and set up multifactor authentication to ensure that you’re notified if someone tries to log in to your account.

To deter doxing, stalking, and further harassment, adjust your privacy settings on social media. If possible, set your accounts to private until the storm passes. Also, depending on the platform, you should be able to limit the ability to reply to your posts so that only people you follow can republish your posts or leave comments. You can also just disallow comments entirely. If you have both professional and personal accounts, keep them separate so that work-related harassment is less likely to follow you home.

You may want to limit who can see your location data on social media, since many platforms tag every post with geolocation data unless you opt out. This is usually something you can turn off in your profiles’ privacy settings. Additionally, browser extensions like Privacy Party can help you keep your privacy settings on social media up to date automatically, so you don't have to think about it.

If things get so bad that you feel it's safest to minimize or erase your digital footprint, paid services like Delete Me can remove identifying information like your address, phone number, and social media activity from hundreds of online databases and data brokers. This makes it much harder for people to uncover this information in web searches. Services like Tweet Delete can automatically delete years worth of social media posts, replies, and likes—either wholesale or within a specific range—from your accounts.

Online harassment can be isolating and terrifying, but with a plan, you’ll be prepared to respond—and to mitigate its impacts on your life.

[landinrris]

Snippet following Silverstone 2023 from the current pr fic wip!

Carlos calls Lando on Monday when he’s back in Maranello, if only to hear his voice. Collapsed into the sofa, fresh from the shower after his run.

Lando answers on the third ring, a warm, “Hey,” reaching Carlos’ ears.

It’s the single sweetest syllable Carlos has heard in the last forty-eight hours.

“Hey. I didn’t tell you yesterday, but congrats on the podium. You deserved it. You looked so good up there.”

Lando hums, an evident smile in his voice despite how hard he’s trying to fight it. “Thanks. It was pretty cool, not to rub it in.”

“It’s quite the view. I remember from last year.”

“Maybe next year I’ll be up on that top spot.”

“Maybe I’ll join you.” It’s quite the thought, one that has Carlos feeling more wistful than he was prepared for. They’re overdue a podium together— yet to fulfill their 1-2 wish from back at McLaren.

“You promise?” Lando asks.

It’s Carlos’ turn to hum, letting the conversation fall into a lull. He scratches at a spot on his neck he’d nicked while shaving and mentally curses when his fingernail catches against it.

“What are you doing right now?” Lando asks. Carlos would tease him about the suggestive nature of his question if he felt like they were at a place where they could.

As it is, Carlos feels like he’s walking across shards of glass.

“Just got in from a run and showered— in Maranello for now. What about you?”

“Spending a couple of days with my family before going back to Monaco. It’s nice to kind of just decompress for a bit. Log off social media.”

“Stay off the algorithm,” Carlos adds.

Lando sighs. “Suppose I should apologize for the last few weeks. My head’s not been great, and I’m trying to deal with it.”

“Lando, you don’t have to apologize.”

“No, I do because Max has already told me off about it. I’ve just been avoiding you without telling you why, and that’s not fair to either of us. I just kept thinking about what you said about the European leg and how she was just gonna be around all the time, and it's made me sick to my stomach. Fuck, it makes me sick just saying it again. But I don’t want this to ruin us.”

“Shit…” is all Carlos can say. He’s had a sneaking suspicion, but to hear it confirmed is something else. “I should’ve been more demanding about her not coming golfing.”

“It’s not just the golfing, Carlos—”

“No, but I should’ve been more demanding. I should have said I wasn’t going and done something else with you. This has already taken so much.” Carlos knew it was doing damage, but now it's different.

Their promises to each other are coming unraveled in real time despite how much they try.

“What are you doing this week?” Lando asks, an edge of hope palpable in his voice. “I could come to you or you could come to me, and we could kind of just reset? More than Canada. Just exist a few days and forget about the world.”

The proposition sounds like one of the best ideas Carlos has ever heard. He can practically picture Lando in his bed, sitting on the kitchen counter, pressed up against the glass door in the shower.

He thinks about Monaco back in May and the utter bliss those handful of days were when it was just them. They shut the rest of the world out. It would be so easy to say yes now. It would be so easy to buy Lando’s plane ticket for him with a couple button clicks.

Carlos’ brain slams on the brakes.

“I don’t think this week will be good. I think the plan is to let everything settle before the summer break. Either of us being spotted where the other lives will only raise Caco and Guzman’s hackles.” Getting them to agree to let him have this break in the first place was a lot. The last thing he wants to do is laugh in their faces and tempt them into something.

“Yeah, sure. That’s fine.” Lando’s tone is clipped— the opposite of fine, Carlos knows.

“Lando,” Carlos begs. “We can do things together on Facetime maybe. We can make dinner together tonight? Maybe watch something together even though you will fall asleep halfway through. It’s not that I don’t miss you, cariño. It’s that I am trying to finish this as quickly as possible.”

Lando sighs. “I know. I think I’d really like to do those things. I’ll be back in Monaco tomorrow night. We can cook dinner then?”

Something inside Carlos settles. “Yeah, that sounds good. I will figure us out a recipe. I can keep talking for now though if you are okay to.”

“I know I’ve been avoiding you, but I could still talk to you forever, you know.”

Carlos smiles to himself. “That’s good because so can I.”

They stay on the phone with each other for another hour and a half until Lando’s father evidently tells him dinner is ready. Carlos is morose to eventually let him go— he'd much rather choose to stay on the phone and talk about everything and nothing.

Carlos wants to hear more about the stack of old sketchbooks Lando found in the desk drawer in his room full of sticker designs. He wants to hear more about how when this is all over, Lando wants to bring Carlos home as his boyfriend and show him around.

Likewise, Carlos wants to keep telling Lando about the neighbors in his building and the people around town. He wants to talk about what color he should paint the living room because it’s too yellow as-is. He’s been spending more time there and has discovered he hates it.

Lando tells Carlos he’ll help paint it.

When they do hang up, Carlos feels better than he has in a while. It feels like something has shifted between them the tiniest bit. Not good or bad, but just different. It’s like they’ve taken a step back for a moment to something safer, and Carlos is oddly grateful for it even if he still wishes with every fiber of his being that he could have Lando here with him.

The next few days only reinforce the shift. Like taking a hit off an inhaler, suddenly Carlos feels like he can breathe again.

Sure, making dinner in parallel with each other feels silly, especially when Lando can’t get the peel off the garlic clove and he refuses to smash it with the knife because the instructions stated he has to slice the clove, and he can’t slice it if it’s crushed. If they were together, Carlos could help. Now, he just groans.

He feels less silly when they’re both lying in their respective beds the next night, the only light coming from each of their bedside lamps. Lando looks swamped in his hoodie, the hood pulled up and pushing some of his hair down onto his forehead.

“I want to kiss you so bad it makes my chest hurt,” Carlos murmurs. It feels like he’s shouting.

Lando gives him a sleepy smile. “I want to kiss you until my lips are so bruised it hurts. And then I want to keep going.”

“I want your name to be the first one I say when I wake up and the last one I say when I go to bed.”

“I want everyone to look at you and know I’m your other half.”

“I think the grid already does if I am being honest.”

“But I mean everyone. I want some random fan to think: Carlos Sainz? Oh yeah, he’s Lando Norris’.”

Just the idea sends a shiver up Carlos’ spine.

They go back and forth for an embarrassingly long time. Carlos doesn’t wish Lando was there any less. He wants to trace the dimples in Lando’s cheeks and on his chin. He wants to kiss each and every freckle and mole and memorize the pattern of color in Lando’s eyes.

Lando falls asleep on the call, his bedside lamp still on. If Carlos was there, he could turn it off for him. Instead, he just watches Lando sleep until his own eyes grow too heavy to keep open.