#posted on Instagram with the passive aggressive comment because I don’t give a fuck anymore

[megagrind]

“I know your mad at them but you should be the bigger person and take the high ground” no thanks actually, I think we as a society should cut the whole bigger person bullshit and start giving into those toxic temptations. Make that passive aggressive comment. Get your petty revenge. “Oh it won’t make you feel better/it won’t help the situation” wrong actually! Time might heal all wounds but not as fast as being a bitch will :)

[hrmphfft]

controversial opinion time I guess but

hey gang? hey, gang. gang, hey. blaming your fans for them not reblogging your content enough (and saying that they’re Directly Responsible For Tumblr Dying) is an extremely passive aggressive, mean thing to do, and also completely ignores so many other reasons as to why engagement has changed on this site and posts don't circulate like they used to.

for one thing, whenever I see these posts, I rarely see the ops acknowledge the HUGE HIT to tumblr's userbase following the 2018 policy change/implementation of tumblr's terrible content filtering algorithm. tumblr lost roughly 1/3 of its engagement (https://mashable.com/article/tumblr-lost-a-third-of-its-users-after-porn-ban/) and countless content creators with it. some of them migrated to twitter and other sites, some of them seem to have straight-up vanished into thin air, and countless others lost their biggest or main userbase with barely any time to shift gears to something else. that's a huge, website-shaking change! but so often in these 'reblogs vs. likes' posts I don't see anyone acknowledging that and it makes me really upset!

you can't talk about the ways tumblr has undoubtedly changed these last few years and NOT address the nsfw ban! it's completely unfair to your fanbases to shift the blame of the biggest displacement of users the site has ever experienced on...the users who had no say in the policy change and reacted accordingly when the site started softbanning everyone, and filtering all sorts of tags from the search function (including important sfw ones, lest we forget The Entire Furry Fandom on tumblr discovering that basic-ass tags like #furry and #anthro were being blocked when the ban rolled around), and making uploading anything vaguely beige-colored a dice roll. tumblr still hasn't recovered from that, and unfortunately probably never will, not without some hail mary of policy changes and overhauls.

I've seen some pretty ageist shit regarding content engagement as well that tries to paint younger users as just Not Getting how tumblr functions vs. other social media sites like instagram and twitter, and on top of that just showcasing a really uncomfortable disconnect/animosity towards new users whose only crime is being younger than op and also more experienced with other social media platforms, it also is just. it's really unkind? it's super rude? how can you call your followers too clueless to know how reblogging works and then expect them to support your content via reblogging and not feel like you're insulting them until they give you the result you want?

moreover, lots of young/new tumblr users get the gist of tumblr's controls and get it very quickly! technology literacy is becoming more and more a part of everyday life for everyone, and if you really think that a teenager can't understand that reblogging puts a thing on their follower's dashboards, one of the main functionalities of the site (and also very similar to twitter, one of tumblr's main competitors), I really don't know what to say. sometimes people just straight-up don't want to reblog stuff to their blogs, and that's okay.

there's also a tendency to ignore the ways that blogging on tumblr has changed as its userbase has became more well-versed in its functions and, frankly, a portion of the userbase has grown up on this site. when I first started blogging on here, I was 17, I didn't use tags, I commented unrelated (and frankly sometimes really regrettably rude) replies directly onto artist's posts, and I basically just reblogged whatever I vaguely liked, and a lot of things I didn't totally get but thought Looked Cool/Funny so I reblogged anyways.

and that's fine, that's pretty par for the course of being young on the internet and doing whatever you want and having a good time (barring the rudeness, being respectful to people is the ideal), but as time went on my interests changed, my time spent online changed (I went from highschool to college to a full-time job that limits my time on social media), and I began engaging with tumblr's content differently. I made sideblogs for interests and content themes I didn't want on my main blog, I started liking stuff and then going back through my likes to reblog posts later, and generally speaking my number of posts a day dropped and I stopped being able to catch up on my dashboard every single day. and I'm sure my experience isn't unique for some other people on here.

a lot of the tumblr users I've known for a while just don't have the same level of intensity in fandoms like we did years back, not because of any malice or selfish, content-hogging intent, but because our priorities have changed. I definitely miss a lot of things about years past on tumblr when fandoms were booming and new Big Name Creators were cropping up all the time, and to be fair that's still happening on parts of the site if you know where to look! it's just different now. time has passed. people have changed!

that isn't to be defeatist and say that we can't show up for content we enjoy and reblog it, but instead that people can feel differently about stuff they used to adore, and be more particular about one thing or another they reblog, and straight-up miss stuff that they would have really liked but just didn't catch up on for a myriad of reasons. and that's also okay. engagement on tumblr is really, really tied up in personal preferences, and sometimes it feels like it does that more than most other social media sites. this is kind of the wild west of internet presences and everyone operates differently on here as a result.

and probably the most touchy point of all: no one is obligated to give you validation on the internet. no one. not even if they've read all of your fanfics you've worked really fucking hard on for forever and a day, or your comics that you've spent months, years, a lifetime researching and creating, or your beautifully, painstakingly timed and masked fan videos. they can absolutely consume any of these, and more, and they're still not obligated to reblog your work or promote you. it's not fair, yes, and it's completely understandable and super relatable to want recognition for the work you've done and the ways you've brightened other people's lives, but online most of your fans are still total strangers to you, and trying to control the behavior of total strangers because you’re owed their acknowledgement isn’t a healthy mindset to have.

and you can say that any fan of yours stops being a fan after they drop you for you lashing out at them for not unquestioningly giving you space on their blogs like you're owed, but being upset at being accused of bad behavior for what amounts to not wanting to reblog something this time around and changing your opinions based off of that is also a very understandable thing to do.

and that isn't because of any sort of innate cruelty, or pointed attack towards you. it's just because there is always a disconnect between the creator and the creation, and some people will never bridge that gap and engage with you more, or build a parasocial relationship with you, or seek out ways to support you. and plenty of others will do the exact opposite! it's a total dice roll because you're dealing with a lot more people than you realize scrolling past your content, and every person is different, and some of them don't fully understand how reblogs help a creator, and some of them do but just don't want that content on their feed, and none of them are inherently bad people for that.

I'm not saying creators have to be perfectly kind and civil and praise their fans all the time, but when you engage with your followers like it's a battle where you have to keep devising new ways to get them to share your content, it just comes across as super disingenuous, and people cop to that very fast. 

it also, frankly, can make longtime fans who reblog your work regularly feel like their interest doesn't matter, and wasn't good enough, and that then it really is their fault that other people (other STRANGERS ON THE INTERNET) don't engage with your content the way you wanted them to. you don't owe them perfection, but that doesn't mean it isn't still an unkind thing to do.

so like. what can we do about this?

asking users to reblog your work is totally fine and can help! calls to action work more than nothing at all. it's possible to be respectful when asking people to reblog your work without also guilt-tripping them with "likes < reblogs" banners and passive aggressive tags/comments. generally speaking guilt is a really shitty motivational tool, and tends to breed more resentment than actual outcomes people want. like this post for example! I wouldn't have sat down and typed this all out if I didn't resent the hell out of being told I'm, personally, the reason tumblr is demonstrably not an ideal website for building a fanbase anymore. if I had that much power over this website I would have given the whole thing to the xkit team years ago and reveled in a functional website instead.

changing the way you post content might help! every site has its ideal posting days, times, and reasons for why some are ideal for one site and not another. doing a little research (https://sproutsocial.com/insights/best-times-to-post-on-social-media/) will yield some potentially helpful tips and tricks that might result in a post reaching more people. utilizing tumblr's search function is also important, and understanding the limits of the tag function (ie. only the first 5 tags of a post are used for tag searches) can help change one's habits to something a little more effective. this is why I tend to leave my tag babbling until after the main fandom/category tags on my posts, so that tumblr's jankass search has a better shot, haha

broadening your online presence can definitely help! this is by far the most terrifying option since it involves branching out onto other social media platforms, some of which really don't lend themselves to whatever fandom/content one produces, so like the other two above it's only a suggestion.

I keep coming back to twitter and instagram, but that's mainly because they're the two other powerhouses of social media right now, though admittedly they only really cater towards visual media (and mainly imagery, not longer video pieces), and they have their own weird quirks to learn and jank to deal with. but given how precarious tumblr's status has become in some ways, trying to build a presence on multiple sites means that you reach more people across the internet, and also means that if tumblr does yet another website-shattering policy change, your eggs aren't all in one basket.

of course these options aren't foolproof, and won't work for everyone in some cases or not at all for others, but my main point in all this is this: tumblr has irrevocably changed, its userbase has changed, and we are limited in the ways we can directly influence it, but there are still options. I'm by far not a social media expert, but then again none of the posts I've seen so far were made by social media experts either, so I honestly don't feel too bad for throwing my hat into the ring while we're all thrashing about in confusion

y'all aren't wrong that things have changed, but I'm begging you to have some compassion and to try not to turn the relationship between creators and consumers of content into a battleground, especially when a lot of the influences on these changes are things entirely outside of any of our's direct control.

also because it makes y'all sound exactly like this:

[lurafita]

Obsession - Chapter 2

Again, to the people who don’t know how tags work, this is Starker. If you don’t like this pairing, then do not click on this story.

Thanks a lot to everyone who has liked, reblogged and reviewed the previous parts.

Which are here: Prolouge

and here: Chapter 1

Please inform me if you want to get tagged for the next part.

Tony is in a bit of denial in this chapter, which I have tried to indicate with this. If this striking through words makes it too hard to read for you, plese let me know, and I will try to think of something different. Though there aren’t too many sentences like it.

Obsession – Chapter 2

33 year old Pepper Potts was positively surprised, when her former boyfriend and current boss, dutifully read and then signed every paper she put in front of him.

After his little disappearing act the day before (something that happened quite frequently, if she were honest), she had expected him to be just as difficult as he normally was. Which wasn’t to say that Tony didn’t take his responsibilities seriously; but the genius had a rather extensive history of locking himself away in his personal lab, whenever company matters started to bore him. And since everything that didn’t directly involve his tech or other fields of his expertise usually bored him, Pepper really had her work cut out for her.

But today, Tony seemed to be in an exceptionally good mood, almost eager to get all the dreaded work done.

“Did something happen yesterday?” She asked, as he signed the contract before him with a flourish.

“Why do you ask, Pep?”

There was a chipper tone to his voice, that seemed fairly out of place considering he was doing paperwork.

“You just seem to be in a very good mood.”

Tony nodded, while reading through a proposal for a joined project with Hammer Industries. He was going to decline, of course, but it was always funny to see what Justin offered this time in hopes of enticing him into working together. Tony mentally scoffed. As if he would ever put his name on anything that amateur had had his hands on.

“I met someone.” Did it count as a meeting when Peter hadn’t even been aware of his presence? No matter, he still couldn’t contain the little smile at the thought of the brunette.

Pepper sighed. “Do I need to prepare the PR-Department for an upcoming sex video?”

Tony cringed. “Ouch. … Though, fair, I guess. But no. Don’t worry. We were fully clothed the whole time and all that happened was talking.” Peter had done all the talking, and if one wanted to get technical about it, it hadn’t been directed at Tony, but, whatever. Details.

He turned just in time to catch the surprised look on Pepper’s face, and grinned.

“Starting to believe my bad press, Miss Potts? Contrary to popular believe, I don’t sleep with everyone I meet.”

The strawberry blonde woman shook her head.

“I know that, Tony. It’s just… no, you are right. I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, though I’m still angry at you for just running off like you did. There is a reason we employ personal security guards.” She finished and pinned him with a penetrating expression. He just grinned wider at her.

“I know. This new batch is actually pretty good. What was the team leaders name again? Bates? Balm? Anyway, it took me a whole hour to distract him long enough for me to put on my Non-Important-Person disguise, for short: NIP-d, if you will, and get out of the tower. He even found me when I was halfway on my way back. Pretty impressive. Maybe we should give him a raise.”

Pepper just sighed in defeat. “Barnes, Tony. His name is James Barnes. Natasha personally recommended him for the job. And he was not impressed with that stunt you pulled to ‘distract’ him, by the way.”

Since Natasha’s job as head of security contained some 'extracurricular activities’, which often times took her to various locations, someone else needed to be in charge of the security in place not only at Stark Industries, but also to all of the people in higher positions and of course, Tony Stark himself. James Barnes had come highly recommended by Natasha, and if a woman who could kill you 27 different ways with a toothpick recommended someone to you, you didn’t ask questions and just fucking hired them.

Tony hummed in acknowledgment as he started on the last paragraph of the proposition. A few seconds went by in silence.

“It suits you, you know? Being happy. Are you planning on seeing them again?”

Hopeful anticipation filled him at the thought.

“I am.”

Then he grabbed Hammer’s proposal and handed it back to Pepper.

“Shredder this and send Justin a 'Better luck next time’ E-mail, would you? Anything else on the agenda for today?”

She accepted the papers and after a quick glance at her phone, shook her head.

“No, you are done for now. Wow, that was quick. Do I get to meet this person who apparently inspires you to actually do your work?”

She asked with a playful grin. Tony couldn’t help the smile that stole over his lips as he imagined introducing Peter to her. The younger man would be pressed into his side, with Tony’s arm around that narrow waist, and probably blushing.

“Sure. One day. If things go well and all.” He did need to introduce himself to Peter first, after all.

“I’m looking forward to it. Enjoy the rest of your day, Tony.”

And with those parting words, she left his office. He waited until he couldn’t hear the sounds of her heels clicking against the tiled floors anymore, before he addressed the room.

“Jarvis, commence project 'Baby Boy’. Let’s continue where we left off this morning.”

“Certainly, Sir.” Came the voice of the artificial intelligence Tony had created and installed not only in Stark Tower, but all of his other properties as well. “Also, I would like to inform you, that I have decided against reminding you that you haven’t slept ever since you started with your research, 22 hours and 18 minuets ago. Which makes it a total of 33 hours and 37 minutes that you have been awake. As previous instances have shown that trying to encourage you to keep a healthy sleeping schedule, have been ultimately futile efforts on my part, I will decline from further fruitless endeavors.”

Tony blinked in slight surprise. “Since when were you so passive-aggressive? You have been listening to Pepper too much. How about this then? We will give it another hour and 23 minutes, make it an even 35 hours without sleep, before I go and lie down like a good boy.”

The A.I. seemed to agree with his terms, as all around him, different holo screens popped up, all displaying various information about one Peter Benjamin Parker.

It had started smaller.

Innocent.

Only one screen, displaying Peter’s student credentials on Berkeley’s web page.

When Tony had made it back to his penthouse in the tower, after numerous promises and assurances that he would inform someone if he wanted to go for a stroll again, (all of which were lies, naturally) he had started with his research right away.

He had just wanted some facts, a point to start at. Full name, age, address, marital status. (It wouldn’t be completely unheard of for a college student to be married already, after all.) Peter wasn’t!

However, after he had gotten the answers to these most prominent questions, he had still felt… unsatisfied.

Just because Peter wasn’t married, didn’t mean that he wasn’t currently in a relationship. Though would it really matter if he was?

He had shaken his head then, thinking that he was getting way ahead of himself. He had only spent a little more than an hour in Peter’s presence, of which the other hadn’t even been aware of, and he was already contemplating how to deal with possible rivals? It was ludicrous!

Yes, the younger man was attractive (and smart, and empathetic, and insightful, and charming, and witty), but that didn’t mean that Tony wanted to start a relationship with him. (Oh, who was he kidding?)

Didn’t even mean he wanted to sleep with him. (No, really, who was he fucking kidding?)

So after this blessedly short mini meltdown, Tony decided that he needed to acquire more information to properly deal with his infatuation situation. And thus, Project Baby Boy was born.

After all the official records, it took no time at all for him to find Peter’s Facebook, Instagram and Tumblr accounts. Social media was a glorious thing. It made you bare some of your innermost, private thoughts and feelings to a world of strangers, without you ever realizing that you were doing it. Every post, every like, every picture and every comment the brunette made, slowly unveiled who Peter really was to Tony’s hungry eyes. As the hours had gone by, the genius billionaire found himself more and more enamored with the (single!) 24 year old. Between dorky science jokes, geeky Star Wars and other sci-fi posts, and a truly astounding amount of dog and cat pictures, Peter was revealing himself to be quite an intriguing individual.

He studied bio-chemistry as a main field, with a bit of bio-engineering and health and medical sciences on the side. There was a clear indication of the type of profession sweet Peter wanted to get into. Thinking back on the conversation in the diner, Tony wasn’t surprised. The younger man had been incredibly enthusiastic about the future of medicine and how he would one day be able to help people. It definitely explained why Tony Stark was only number 6 on Peter’s tumblr list of ‘The 10 greatest scientists alive today’. Since Peter was more into the squishy sciences (Tony wasn’t squeamish - he had had someone else’s blood on his person far too often for such sensitivities - but he preferred a circuit board and wires over organs and skin tissue any day), it made sense that the billionaire, genius mechanic Tony Stark, wasn’t on the top his list. (Still a bit of a blow to the ego, though) At least Peter had placed him before that insufferable ass, Reed Richards!

(And hey, it was a ranking based on corresponding interest in scientific avenues. Tony would soon be in the first  and only  place of ‘Scientist who regularly rocks my world’)

He was also a bit of a hobby photographer, it seemed, as Peter had uploaded many photos taken of friends, animals, sunsets, buildings and plants. Sometimes a photo would showcase a particular play with lighting and shadows, other times special camera filters would highlight different focus points in a picture. Tony may not be a great artisan, but he could appreciate talent.

He also found a short video clip in which one of Peter’s friends (the internet handle was ‘guy-in-the-chair’) had filmed Peter’s, frankly adorable, reaction to being served some monstrously sugary kind of dessert. The video’s caption had read 'Orgasm by Marshmallow stuffed chocolate Cupcake’, and to the inventors utter delight, it included 11 seconds of Peter taking his first bite and actually looking like he was having a tiny orgasm right then and there. Complete with eyes widening before rolling back into his head, and a moan that couldn’t be described as anything else but sinful. (Tony might have re-watched those 11 seconds more times than he cared to admit, while imagining the younger man lying naked and stretched out underneath him, on the silken sheets of Tony’s bed, moaning for a very different reason.)

He found only a few other video’s similar to this. Apparently Peter had a major sweet tooth – which Tony could think of various ways to exploit – and his friend had obviously thought it great fun to film him eating things that would send any diabetic into an early grave.

He had Jarvis save every one of those videos into a private folder, for his personal viewing pleasure. (Oh, and what a pleasure it was. Though the cupcake video was definitely his favorite, the one in which his darling Peter all but went down on a deep fried Mars bar, was a very close second.)

While Tony certainly would have liked to add even more to his collection, he was grateful that only a handful of such videos existed.

He didn’t like the thought of others seeing his Peter like this.

While most of the comments beneath the videos were obviously from friends and acquaintances, who either teased the brunette about his sweet tooth, or commented on the foods themselves, others had been… less PG.

Other people shouldn’t get to think about him like that.

Thinking back on it now, Tony contemplated if maybe he should take the videos down himself. He had already saved away his own copies of them.

Keep him them to myself.

Maybe later.

Right now he wanted to keep going, there was still so much to learn about the cute college student.

Tony knew that life hadn’t been very kind to Peter. He had been orphaned at six, mother and father dying in a plane crash. Taken in by his aunt and uncle, May and Ben Parker. Seven years later, Ben Parker had been shot in a robbery gone wrong, and if the police report that Tony had hacked was to be believed, Peter had been an eyewitness to the murder.

It was humbling in a way, to think that someone who had been forced to endure so much trauma at a young age already, could grow into the bright 24 year old man that the genius had met just yesterday.

Jarvis had also pulled some older records, that showed that the two remaining Parkers had been left in quite a lot of debt after Ben’s passing. (Well, Tony assumed the amount of debt was a lot for regular people. His bed had actually cost more than the number presented to him.)

May Parker, Peter’s aunt, was a nurse in Queens General Hospital. (Which could have possibly inspired the boy’s chosen field of study) Peter had taken on two part time jobs as soon as he was out of highschool – which Tony concluded were used to help pay the bills, since he was a scholarship student at Berkeley and still lived with his aunt.

“Jarvis, run a calculation. Considering the regular costs of rent and other living expenses, how long will it take the Parkers to pay back what they owe?”

“Keeping in mind the expected rise in interest rates, taxes and insurance, it will approximately take May and Peter Parker 31 years to eradicate their debt. This number is likely to change if Mr. Parker pursues a higher paying profession after finishing his education.”

Tony nodded thoughtfully.

“Still, that’s not for a few more years yet, especially if Peter wants to go for a Master and Doctor degree after he has finished with his Bachelor.”

This could work in his favor.

While Tony loathed people who wanted to use him only for his money, he liked to spend it on the ones he cared about.

Liked taking care of those who deserved it.

He let his gaze be caught by one particular screen, that displayed a photo of Peter Jarvis had pulled from the younger’s Instagram. In it Peter was outside, the sun shining brightly above him, in only a loose t-shirt and cut off jeans. A black cat was cradled in his arms, and he was smiling brightly at the camera. Tony re-read the text underneath the picture. 'This gorgeous lady decided to join Ned and I on our walk to A heart has four paws shelter today.’ (Because despite his two jobs and being a scholarship student at one of the tier universities in this country, Peter still made the time to volunteer at an animal shelter. Tony was starting to worry if the precious boy even slept anymore)

Peter most certainly deserved to have someone take care of him.

“You have received a text message from Miss Romanoff, Sir.” Jarvis voice interrupted his thoughts jarringly.

“What’s it say, J?” He didn’t think she had encountered any problems with her mission.

“It states ‘Mission accomplished. On my way back.’, Sir. Do you wish to give her any further instructions`?”

“No. Tell her good job and to treat herself to some sight seeing if she likes. Not every day one get’s to visit Rome. Well, unless you are me, of course.”

“Of course, Sir.”

Would Peter like to go to Rome? It was said to be one of the most romantic cities in the world, wasn’t it? Maybe keep that in mind for a second date.

“It has now been 35 hours since you last slept. As per your own-”

“Yes, yes, I know. Stop yapping at me, J.” He threw his hands up in surrender. “Save everything we have so far into my private folder. Separate the videos and photos of Peter into their own. Also, make sure I have some free time tomorrow when Peter is on his way back home from that restaurant he works at. I plan on running into him, completely coincidentally, of course.”

“Of course, Sir.”

For the first time in a long time, the idea of sleeping didn’t seem like a necessary inconvenience. He was looking forward to what his imagination could come up with, after those videos.

What sweet dreams he was about to have.

The next morning, the news were overflowing with reports of Norman Osborns demise. The business man had been on vacation in Rome, and suffered a fatal heart attack. He had apparently mixed up his medication. It was a tragic accident.

tbc..

@itfeelssogoodmrstark @starkravingspiders @spadestorm696 @diamondheart31 @the-neon-demon  @unknownshadyperson

[falloutfiona]

new man- bucky barnes

new man

Summary: female reader’s ex-girlfriend has a new boyfriend, and you think he’s not the right kind of guy for her. The Avengers tend to hear this conversation and they understand your strife, so it didn’t come as a surprise to you when Bucky Barnes offered to be your fake boyfriend to show your ex how much you upgraded. Turns out, it was all a plan to get you two together- for real.

Pairing: bisexual female reader x bucky barnes

Song: New Man by Ed Sheeran

Warnings: angst, this is the dirtiest thing I’ve ever written so PLEASE know it is NSFW and you should be 18+ to read this!!!!, jealousy, cheating, choking, alcohol

It was game night at the Tower, a night you and all the Avengers had looked forward to twice a month. You all loved destroying your friendship while getting super smashed, and you valued that bonding time after your longest relationship ended a few months ago. The Avengers had been nothing but supportive, and though game night was pretty brutal, everyone sprinted down to the common room the second the clock struck 10 pm. You would often stay up all night playing Monopoly or another long-winded game of Cards Against Humanity, and it was a much-needed break from the drama and the lingering pain you still felt. It gave you an opportunity for your stomach to hurt from laughing instead of crying. That was, until, your phone suddenly rang. It was your ex-girlfriend.

You stood up, backing away from the coffee table, not sure if you should answer the phone.

“Oh my God, is that Allie?” Steve asked you. You nodded, groaning and tossing the phone back and forth in your hands before you finally swiped to accept her call.

“Allie, why are you calling?” You asked in a passive-aggressive sing-song voice, spinning around in circles. “Oh, right. It’s Friday, so it must be Ladies’ Night at the strip club your new boyfriend goes to, so you’re alone in the apartment regretting everything you messed up with me?” You began, attacking the conversation with words like knives.

“Allie, your new man is a douchebag. He literally buys designer jeans and goes to the gym at least six times a week, if not more than once a day. He wears Sperrys without any socks and he bleaches his asshole, and you can’t even eat anything anymore because he’s on that stupid diet and you’re doing it with him. He literally has a tribal tattoo on his bicep. You’ve got to be kidding, right?” You spoke, irritation in your voice.

All the Avengers were listening, so you got up from the couch and rolled your eyes at the group in reaction to Allie before walking further away. They all stopped their game of Monopoly and were eavesdropping on you, and you knew it. Your ex-girlfriend situation had been painful, but hilarity ensued when you found out who she had downgraded to.

“Well, Allie, if you’re really into this guy, you wouldn’t be calling me up trying to fuck!” You exclaimed with a laugh, finding her unbelievable. “I KNOW he doesn’t want to find out about me, so you shouldn’t call.”

Upon this statement, Tony Stark quietly handed you a shot that you downed while listening to Allie’s response. They had dragged you back to the Monopoly table, egging you on to put Allie on speaker, but you knew that was a bad idea considering how you were going to respond.

“Allie, it’s a damn lie that the dude that owns every single Ministry CD and carries a purse he unironically calls a satchel can do it better than I can! I know you’re missing this kind of loving, but that doesn’t mean that you can call me and make it all better. You cheated on me for him, so there’s nothing I owe you, and nothing you’re entitled to. Actually, you owe me a lot. So, if this guy makes you happy, then cool, but don’t fucking call me telling me about your new man, then ask me to come over! I’m hanging up cause I literally have to vomit. Thank you, next, babe.” You responded, hanging up your phone and tossing it to the side.

“Holy shit!” Bucky exclaimed, every other Avenger knowing they could finally react. They were well aware of what had happened, and were completely involved in all the drama.

“You came for that man’s life!” Steve exclaimed, unaware you had that kind of mouth on you.

“Yes, because he’s literally a human disaster!” You defended yourself. “And she can’t just cheat on me for this dude, then cheat on this dude for me.”

“Does he really wear Sperrys without any socks?” Natasha asked. “Is everything you said true?”

“Unfortunately.” You sighed, finishing off your drink and making your move on the Monopoly board.

“I don’t know if it’ll stop her, but you should show up to a place where they’ll be with some sexy beefcake and show her how good your rebound is compared to hers. Plus, it might make her leave you alone if she knows there’s not a chance of redemption.” Wanda suggested, taking a swig of her vodka cranberry.

“There are plenty of sexy beefy dudes here. Or, I’m sure you’ll make the same point if you go out with one of these ladies. I mean, you’ve got your pick of fake rebounds.” Clint pointed out. At first, you thought they were joking, but they were entirely serious and after a few moments of thought, you knew it could possibly work.

“You’re right. Does anyone want to volunteer?” You asked the group.

“Oh, we all want to do it. But some aren’t reasonable or believable, so we have to narrow it down.” Natasha spoke. “For example, Thor is just a little bit too inconspicuous for the fake rebound thing to pass. He’s way too sexy for that, and everyone knows he’s a god. So, sorry Thor, you might not be the best candidate.”

You leaned back, listening to Natasha, because she obviously had some insight you didn’t.

“Steve? Now Steve is a good candidate. He is so nice, people get tattoos of his face they love him so much, he’s got his shit together, could kick your ex’s ass. Steve is definitely in the running. Clint’s got a wife and kids, so he’s out. Bruce is in love with me, so the chemistry won’t be believable if he were to be your fake rebound. Tony is the least inconspicuous of them all. Everyone would know it was fake. So that leaves you with me, Wanda, Steve and Bucky. What do you think?” Natasha explained, then turned it over to you.

“Well, Wanda looks too much like Allie, so Allie would think I was just trying to find another version of her.”

“I didn’t think about that. Good point. I personally think Bucky should be your fake boyfriend. You guys have legitimate chemistry,  and he’s got all the qualities you need for this plan.”

With that statement, Bucky nearly choked on his drink. He had stayed very silent for the whole conversation, and for a reason. He wanted to hide his crush as best as he could, but he knew that everyone knew an would put him into the place of your fake boyfriend.

“You okay there, Buck?” Steve asked with a smile.

“I’m good, I’m fine. Sure, I’ll be the fake boyfriend.” He agreed, and everyone toasted to that.

“Hey, does Allie still follow you on Instagram and Twitter and shit?” Tony asked, after everyone had a couple more rounds. They were all pretty smashed, and for enhanced humans, that said a lot because they had all had enough to kill a normal human being.

“Yes, she does, and I only follow her so I can creep on her Instagram a little bit.”

“I have an idea. In order for this whole thing to be believable, we need to start now. Give me your phone,” Tony asked, and you unlocked it, giving him the device.

“Great!” He exclaimed before putting his hand on your shoulder, turning you around and sitting you down on the couch next to Bucky.

“Tony, what are we doing?” You laughed nervously.

“Acting normally for a candid romantic picture on game night.” Tony stated as if it was obvious, but you and Bucky hadn’t quite mastered being candid or romantic. Tony rolled his eyes, put Bucky’s arm around your shoulders, turned you towards each other and lifted one of your knees over the other to cross your legs so yours would be against Bucky’s. Tony kept taking pictures until he found the right one where Bucky was smiling down at you and your hands almost covered your mouth in a laugh. Tony posted the picture with the caption “he owns my heart and my properties #gamenight”

All the Avengers had immediately liked it, leaving cute comments that would make it even more believable. The problem was, Bucky wasn’t sure how good he could be at being fake.

You all continued your game through the night until Tony won, per usual, but you had continued the drinking and were all absolutely blacked out. You woke up on the couch next to Bucky, not sure where all your clothes went, until you remembered that when the game began getting heated, it quickly became drunk strip monopoly. Game night had never been this intense before. You knew that Tony already had a picture of you two sleeping on the couch together, barely clothed, but what’s done is done. You had fully committed to this fake relationship.

You swung your legs over the side of the couch and stood up, trying to find your clothes and every memory of last night, but Bucky woke up at the same time you stood up and your scantily clad butt and lace thong was right in front of his face. His eyes shot open wide, not sure what to do. You turned to him after you heard him groan, meeting his staring eyes.

“Do you know where my clothes are?” You asked, your voice raspy and hungover. Bucky couldn’t even form words at the sight of you. You sorted through the clothes that were strewn all over the floor, having to figure out which clothes belonged to eight other people, but there came a point where you didn’t care whose clothes you donned, as long as you got a shirt on. You put on Bucky’s black tee shirt and moments later you found your loose running shorts.

“I’m gonna go vom for the rest of the morning, so swing by my place if you wanna visit later.” You spoke to Bucky, who was still speechless, before you walked back to your room and regretted drinking for the whole night for the entire morning. Bucky did stop by later, he lightly knocked at your open door. You knew you were going to be in your bathroom all day, so you kept your door open to air out the smells as well as leave it open for Bucky.

“Come on in, Buck. I’m good, what’s up?” You asked, gagging a little more. He waited to respond until after you were done gagging. You wondered what exactly you had drank you make you feel this bad, but then you remembered that you all drank everything. Thor’s Asgardian alcohol that kills people, beer, wine, liquor, mixed drinks, shots, you guys really went off for this one. It was outside the norm, which was good, because you were miserable.

“I just wanted to stop by and check on you,” He began, not making himself comfortable in your room. He didn’t sit down or really look at you in the eye. Your stomach sank, a different feeling than the vomit you were dealing with all day, knowing he wasn’t here to tell her something good.

“Listen, we were really drunk last night, all of us, and I don’t know if you remember everything that happened, but it was a lot and I kind of wanted to talk about it when we were sober.”

You wiped your mouth and stood up to face him.

“Bucky, I get it if you don’t want to be my fake boyfriend. Or, I’ll try to understand.” You responded with sadness in your voice.

“No, that’s not what I was going to say, even though the way I said it it kind of sounded like I was going to. But I just wanted to make sure we were on the same page about it. I’m your fake boyfriend and you’re my fake girlfriend so we can get back at your ex.” He confirmed. “Do you want boundaries for our fake relationship? I know that Tony’s taking pictures and posting things and I know we’re going to go out in public, so I just want to be clear about the things you don’t want to happen.”

“Nothing comes to mind, I’m down for anything.” You answered. “How about you?”

He hesitated.

“I’m not sure if it’s the best idea for us to kiss, because I think then it crosses the line in to real.” He spoke, and your heart jumped, not sure how to feel about that. Especially after your breakup, it felt like there was something wrong with you, or undesirable. You nodded, biting your lip and hiding your emotions badly.

“I have to continue vomiting, so if you’ll excuse me,” You said, closing the bathroom door behind you, letting your empty stomach continue to hurl, and you heard your bedroom door close upon Bucky’s exit.

From that night on, Tony was in charge of your Instagram account, posting pictures he secretly took of you two throughout the weeks. It hurt a little more knowing that it was all fake and Bucky wouldn’t kiss you, and you were nearing the time that you had planned to go out in public and face Allie and her new man. The team knew this too, and they asked the question when they knew Bucky couldn’t run away.

“So, in two weeks you guys are going out to the club and I’m all out of pictures.” Tony stated, leading into the next conversation.

“Everything has been believable so far, Allie is subtweeting you and Bucky on Twitter, she’s adequately jealous, but now that I’m out of stock on pictures and each one has been kind of similar, we need something else.”

Bucky knew where Tony was going, and he didn’t like it.

“We need you guys to kiss.”

“Tony, we kind of agreed not to.” You answered in the least awkward manner you could find.

“Um, why?” He asked, utterly confused.

“Bucky thought it would be too real for a fake relationship.” You answered.

“Huh.” Tony hummed quizzically.

“I’ll do it for the picture, if that’s what you need.” Bucky answered.

“Oh, thanks for sounding so excited about it.” You answered, a little hurt at his delivery of that message. Everyone simultaneously felt a yikes pass around the room.

“If you guys could just stand by that big window with the natural light,” Tony spoke, trying to move on and cut the tension by getting it over with as soon as possible. You and Bucky stood face to face, making eye contact that you could only describe as hostile.

“Okay, this isn’t a hostage situation. You’re telling me after all these weeks of insane chemistry and disgustingly real romance, you guys don’t know how to kiss?” Tony asked.

“We get it, Tony.” Bucky stated, and he quickly put a hand on your back as he leaned down and gave you the driest, least interested, grandma kiss you have ever gotten in your entire life before you grabbed your phone from Tony and ran off, flustered.

“Bucky, can I talk to you for a second?” Steve asked, but it was more of a command. He grabbed Bucky’s arm and led him out into the hallway.

“What just happened there, Buck? What’s going on with you? What do you mean it would be too real to kiss her? You’ve liked that woman for months and haven’t said a word, and you get the chance to kiss her and don’t kiss her in the ways you’ve told me you want to?”

“Yes, Steve, because this is a fake relationship that exists solely for the purpose of revenge, and if I kiss her like I mean it then I’m afraid I won’t be able to bring myself back. Then, I’ll be humiliated for getting to into it and putting my feelings into a fake, set up arrangement. I won’t lose anything if I don’t ever give anything.”

“Bucky, you’re the stupidest person I’ve ever met. You have dumbass disease, and it’s incurable. The whole idea of a fake relationship was so we could set you guys up finally. It’s been long enough, and you’re so stupid to think she doesn’t feel the same way towards you. You broke her heart just now, Buck. It’s meant to be real, Bucky, and you just ruined it.”

You didn’t speak to Bucky until it was the day you were supposed to go out with him and meet your ex, Allie. You had spent the whole day considering if it was even worth it to go out, if all the weeks you spent “pretending” with Bucky were just trash. Was it worth it to just make Allie jealous? You thought you should cancel the outing as you questioned if it was all worth it.

Nat and Wanda invaded your room to style your hair and put you into a pair of suede Louboutin boot heels and a red miniature two piece set. You looked the best you ever had, but you felt like absolute crap.

“I’m not sure if I want to do this, guys.” You told Nat and Wanda.

“Why not, darling?” Nat asked.

“Because I knew I was really going to fall for him. I knew that I couldn’t keep it fake this whole time, and I let my emotions get the best of me. So now I’m hurt that he doesn’t feel the same way.”

They laughed out loud.

“You sound like Bucky.”

“What do you mean?”

“That’s literally what he said to Steve. You both don’t think the other is interested. He’s so crazy about you.”

“Then why did he kiss me like I was gross?” You asked.

“Because he’s an idiot, but also because he didn’t want to reveal how he really felt to you since he thought you didn’t feel the same way. So you’re gonna go to this club, show Allie who’s boss, get your ex off your back, and then finally get into bed with Bucky.” They explained.

“Oh my god, I’m not even sure if I still even want to go out tonight! Let’s take it slow.”

“You won’t be saying that after he kisses you like he really wants to.” Wanda responded, and it was time for you to head out to the common room to meet everyone, and Bucky. He was wearing a white shirt with a few buttons undone with his cuffs rolled up, tucked into black slim pants and leather shoes. His hair was tied back into a bun with two long pieces hanging down around his face. It was high-end club, and there was a dress code. He couldn’t stop staring at you, making you wish you weren’t doing this even more. You hadn’t talked about your first kiss where he really didn’t want to kiss you, and now he was basically drooling like a hyena over you. There was a lot of unspoken tension, and your outing wasn’t going to make it any better.

“You look great.” He spoke to you, finally able to form words.

“Thank you. We should get going,” You responded plainly. He knew you were still hurt, so you drove in silence to the club in one of Tony’s Ferraris. The Valet took care of the car while Bucky walked around to your side and opened the door for you, extending his hand so you could step out with ease. You took his hand for the moment before you let your hand fall, and you walked up to the door together. The bouncer let you both in, and you stood at a tall table while Bucky headed to the bar. He got you a vodka soda and a gin and tonic for himself, because he liked disgusting drinks. The music was loud but you still weren’t talking to Bucky. You were looking for Allie, and you knew she had to be around because you saw her car pull up a few ahead of yours. You became frustrated not being able to find her, but then a server approached you with a tray and sat down a rum and coke on your table.

“From the woman in VIP.” He explained. Bucky was confused, but you knew.

“Rum and coke is Allie’s favorite drink. She sees us but we can’t see her. It’s like a calling card, she’s toying with us.”

“Well, the server said she was in VIP, so let’s go find her.”  Bucky suggested, feeling like that was the best option, and he started walking in that direction. You followed close to him, turning a corner and finding Allie lounging on a velvet couch in a silver dress. She waved to the VIP bouncer and he let the pair in.

“Allie.” You stated, not sure of what you were going to say.

“Baby, come sit!” She said, trying to entice you over to her.

“She’s good, thanks.” Bucky answered, snaking his arm around your waist and immediately becoming protective over you.

“Oh, so that’s real! I was sure it was fake.” Allie spoke in response, pointing between you two.

“Yes, it is, and you should back off, considering you’ve got a new man.” Bucky answered.

“I’m just shocked it’s real. I didn’t think she could get anyone after me.”

“I loved you so much and you hurt me so badly, so get off your goddamn high horse, thinking that you’re a god.” You answered, hurt in your voice.

“So like, is this thing serious with him or is he just a rebound?” Allie asked with an evil chuckle.

“It’s serious, Allie. We only just recently made it public, and you shouldn’t be looking to get her back when you’ve got somebody else. You must have wanted him so badly you cheated on her, right? Stick with that. You’ll never get my girl back.” Bucky responded. “And if you try, I’m going to come for you and your new boyfriend so hard, you’re going to regret ever getting close.” Bucky growled, leaning forward more towards Allie.

“Oh, do you promise?” Allie responded, biting her lip.

“Okay, we’re done.” Bucky stated angrily, pressing you close to him and walking away.

“She’s pretty shitty, you know?” He spoke, once they were far away from her.

“Yeah, I know.” You spoke, feeling dejected.

“But, the good news is, she’s with someone equally shitty. Her new boyfriend is making out with that blonde.” Bucky pointed out. You saw him, and the random girl.

“It’s a match made in cheater heaven.” You spoke with a hint of a laugh, knowing that you were better off without Allie, despite how much you loved her to your core before she ruined you.

You decided to get the words you wanted to say off your chest, so you blurted them out. Bucky knew it was coming.

“Bucky, why do you not want to kiss me? I know this is supposed to be fake, but I get this feeling that I’m not pretty enough for you to want to kiss me, and I feel like I’m reasonably attractive, but you just seemed revolted at the idea of having to kiss me.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to kiss you. It’s the fact that in that moment, I couldn’t kiss you like this.” He answered, not caring that you were both in public before his hand sunk deep into your hair that Wanda and Natasha spent an hour styling, and his other hand grabbed your ass and pulled you against him. He kissed you as if his life depended on it. He broke the kiss when he realized that you couldn’t breathe, and he took the moment to clear the air between you.

“I know we agreed on doing this as a ruse, but everything I feel is so damn real and I want to be with you so badly, it’s killing me.”

“Then don’t let it kill you and just be with me.” You answered. “It’s been a long time coming. Everything I’ve felt has been as real as it can get, and I know everything you’re feeling is real, because I can feel it too.” You spoke, pointing out the fact that he was holding you tightly against him and you could feel his bulge against your leg.

“Yeah, we should go home.” He smiled at you. You both headed outside and waited for the Valet to bring Tony’s car around, and since you were both sober, it was a fight for who was going to drive back. He held you against him as you stood in front of him, a hand strategically placed on your hip.

“You drove here, so I’m driving back! I think I can work the gearbox better than you can, too.” You argued, running around to the driver’s seat when the car arrived.

Pulling off quickly, letting the engine roar, Bucky waited until you were on the freeway to head home to unbuckle his seatbelt, lean over and put his hand on your thigh as he kissed your neck. You missed a gear change in your distraction, but quickly fixed your mistake that Bucky chuckled at. Trying not to get caught for speeding, you went as fast as you could without getting a ticket and it wasn’t long before you were back at the Tower. You tossed the Ferrari keys up on the wall of the garage, and Bucky couldn’t run fast enough to the elevator button. You were both getting impatient at the agonizingly slow pace of the elevator that had to operate on 50 stories, so you grabbed Bucky and pulled him over to the nearest car hood to wrap him back up in your embrace until the elevator got to you. Once you both heard the chime and the doors opened, it was a sprint to get upstairs in time before clothes started coming off in places they shouldn’t.

Bucky pushed you to the corner, his hand running up your thigh as he continued the work he started on your neck. He grabbed your butt from underneath your skirt, his fingers finding the lace of your underwear.

“If you’re wearing something under this dress that is like what you wore for game night, you’re gonna kill me.” He groaned into your skin.

“You’re in luck, Bucky. I’ve got that and more.” You responded, and you knew that all it did was get him harder. He knew you were teasing him, so he teased you right back and slipped a finger into you. You let out a small sigh of pleasure, but it was cut short when the elevator stopped at your floor. You both took a second to regain your composure before stepping out, not sure who was still around to see you. Bucky called out to the empty floor, and got no response. You picked up a slip of paper on the table and showed Bucky.

“They’re all out for the night.” You smiled, handing him the note.

“Thank fuck-” He exclaimed before setting it aside and resuming your close contact you had moments before. He wrapped his arm around your waist and threw you over his shoulder, getting to his room as quickly as possible. You laughed at his methods, but were suddenly brought back to the moment when you finally understood why you were thrown over his shoulder in the first place. He only had to adjust you slightly so you were straddling his shoulders, facing him. He pushed your skirt up to reveal your lacy lingerie and thigh garter, and he could get off easily by just seeing you in that.

Finally in his bedroom, he laid back on his bed and he kissed the insides of your thighs, the lace brushing against his face. As much as he loved the lingerie, they had to come off and he carefully removed them as he ran them down your legs and tossed them aside. Grabbing your thighs, he used his mouth in a very different way than when you had kissed.

Eventually, you both lost all of your clothes and were left in your underwear, or what was left of it. Your bralette was a sheer lace, and he was able to see through it. As sexy as it was, it was gone in the blink of an eye. You grabbed his hair and gave it a strong yank, pulling his chin up so you could kiss his lips. You were straddled against his hips, and you knew that both of you were just about dying the longer you waited to just get to it. Though he was playing rough, he dialed it back a little bit and took it a little easier when you were getting used to him. Once he knew everything was good he flipped you over on the bed, your hair cascading in all directions across the pillow, and his hands traveled up from your waist to your neck and cheek to hold your face as he kissed you. You looked him in the eye as you moved his hand just a little lower on your neck. He was taken aback just a bit.

“Okay, before I choke you I need you to know that the last time I choked someone, I was doing it to kill them.” He warned.

“Good. Don’t choke me so hard I die, but I don’t want to be sure I’m going to live, either.” You instructed. “Ease up when I start turning blue.”

Taking your instructions, he nodded and eased his way into it, not wanting to go too hard too fast. He was worried he was going to hurt you, but he could read you like an expert and was able to know what you needed before you said it. He threw your leg over his shoulder and made you see stars, and not from the lack of oxygen. There were things that only he could do, and only he could do to you that you’ve never experienced with anyone else.

It wasn’t long before you could even remember the pain of being hurt, and Allie wasn’t even a thought in your mind. It was just you and Bucky, alone in his apartment and nothing else mattered except for the way he touched you. It took a surprising amount of time to wear each other out, and the sun was rising by the time you both hit your complete endpoint.

“Not bad for a fake boyfriend, right?” Bucky laughed, staring up at the ceiling.

“Best sex I’ve ever gotten from a fake boyfriend.” You responded, taking a pause before the words you were thinking about just fell out. “But how about you be my real boyfriend?” You asked. Bucky didn’t have to think about his response, but he smiled when he heard you.

“Damn, now I have to earn the title of “best sex for a real boyfriend”? That’s a lot of pressure!” He exclaimed.

“Nope, you’ve already won that title too.” You responded. “Don’t worry.”

Soon, the morning was approaching the afternoon, and the rest of the Avengers still hadn't been back. You got a call from Natasha just as Bucky was bringing you a Gatorade. He tossed you the bottle and laid back down on his bed as you answered the call. Bucky reached over and put it on speaker, so he could chime in, too.

“Hey love, how are things going? Just wanted to call and check up on you.”

“Things are going great!”

“I hope you’ve been taking the time alone to your advantage.” Natasha spoke, trying to get you to spill the details without asking for them. Bucky responded in his deep voice,

“Natasha, I’ve done things that should land me in jail.” He stated, never having done some of the things you wanted before.

“Glad to hear you’re branching out. Do you need a couple more days alone? We can stay away for the entire weekend.”

“Yes.” Bucky answered without letting you even think. “Where are you guys, anyway?”

“We’re at Clint’s place. We promise to bring you guys back some smores, it’s like summer camp out here. Super woodsy.” She answered. “And it seems like you might need the extra calories by the time we come home.” She laughed.

“Bye, Nat. See you soon.” You smiled before hanging up the phone and facing Bucky.

“Do you ever get the feeling that Natasha was the mastermind behind setting us up?” You asked him with a smile.

“Oh, I know for a fact she did this to set us up, and I’m glad she did. Because I knew I was in love with you, but I had convinced myself you didn’t feel the same way about me. I never would have done anything, I never would have made a move. So for once in my life, I’m glad you have a shitty ex, because it brought me to you. I’m so sorry for all the pain you endured, and I wish I could take that away, but I’m always going to be thankful I have you now. This also wouldn’t have happened if Allie hadn’t found her new man. I’m not a superstitious guy, but I know that everything that happened was meant to bring us together.” Bucky spoke, and it was the first time he had really revealed his heart to you. You knew that you were in a so much better place than you were with your ex.

You knew that you didn’t want to hear about your ex’s new man because you found someone so much better than him and better for you, and his name was Bucky. 

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The Facebook of Passive Aggression Part 1...

Taken from a Troll comment on a post from a girlfriend of mine on, you guessed it, the good ole "the Facebook." My my, how much Facebook has traveled and in not so much a good way...

I miss the simplicity of MySpace, but with the functionality of Facebook. If someone could merge those 2 that would be great...

Alright; let me see if I can say what I want to say and it not be a tangent on here. A girly friend of mine made a post about complaining about guys hitting her up on messenger begging for nude pics.

I do not know how many of my girly friends here have to deal with this? Since FB is about people you already know in real life and friends of friends, one would think this doesn't happen as often as say Instagram/Twitter/Tinder/MeetMe/POF/Snapchat and now that stupid Tik Tok app.

I know it still happens here, but shouldn't happen all that often. Don't add people to your FB you do not really know.

If you are a person that does a lot of your marketing and making money directly from using social media that is different, but it should still not be too many people that are complete strangers.

This girl does use her looks to help with making money, as she is a bartender. She does post provocative pics of herself looking all decked out. Nothing wrong with that...

This doesn't mean it is open season for guys to openly hit on her. Assume she is a whore and down for dick pics... By hitting on her, going on messenger and begging for nudes or sending unsolicited pics of your little guy.

This isn't 2003 where cybersex is a new thing and everyone wants to check stuff out. Trust me, guys, the second you send a pic like that to a gal on here and she wasn't asking for it. You LOST all chances you had at possibly getting to meet her in real life.

  I haven't had to talk about this in over a decade. Let me say it again. A guy sends a nude to a girl on here and she didn't ask for it... The only response you will get is, report and blocked. In most cases it is considered illegal now. You will not get what you think back. Stupid I had to say that twice... Why do guy's think women are into that lol?

  I get it... Guys are horny bastards, but do said guys actually believe their counterpart of the female are as overly hypersexual as they are? I mean really.... Is a guy that dumb to believe that if I send a girl a pic of my cock she will immediately send me pics back and/or start cybering and talking about meeting to fuck? REALLY...

  Um.... Maybe on Adult Friend Finder or Plenty of Filth, come on man... DO NOT be that Douche...

  The 2nd part of this is rant is this. On the post some dumbass screenshot one of her pics looking all "great" and posted it in the comments with a snarky comment.

  Let it be known. The dude did not do this to help her out or give advice. He did it to strictly embarrass her on her own post. There is always one or 2 people that constantly post snarky comments on people's posts.

  These are meant to look cute and funny, sarcasm, but it was clear to me this was a cheap shot. An elbow jab...

  People and their stupid superiority complexes that, "hey, I am wittier than you..." Ok, so who gives a FK what you think! This to me is clear cut insecurity coming out.

It is not even the young people. Its people in their late 30's and 40's acting stupid AF on Social Media because they are always pissy and complaining about life.

The Facebook timeline is not a diary about your fucking life. People do not want to read that all the time.

Create a BLOG or something where people have the option to click on it if they choose to read past the headline. What is this??????? Social Media 101 or something?

  Adults... We have been using social media in some form for almost 20 years. You have no more excuses to be ignorant about the INTERNET and how it functions...

I have went through my friends and blocked a lot of people from seeing my posts on the Facebook because they are always commenting trying to find holes in my logic...

For what purpose? What Intention can that person have for always having something snarky and/or negative to say about what I am saying???

Sure, if they troll my profile they can see my posts, but most don't do that. They are on their phones just scrolling through the timeline looking for something to comment on.

I usually only comment on posts because I am about to post something and your post is in the way.

  I may take a quick 30 seconds to scroll, but I do not spend "that much time" on it anymore. Nor do I get combative on social media with people. You want to say something stupid in my comments. I just delete the comment and ad you to the blocked posts group I have created.

  These people want a voice, just take it away from them. That is the best damage you can do without actually saying fuck you...

Granted if it is a sarcastic comment or a joke and it is clear that is what it is, that is fine. My real friends know I have that corky sense of humor and I expect that from my real friends...

KEYWORDS, Real, Friends...

It isn't that I do not want to be friends with random old High School or dude I met in a bar a few times, but if you want to have a dialog with me that is negative on a post, cool. Just message me personally on messenger and we can chat about it. I will not go back and forth with you on the comments trying to explain it to you so everyone can see the conversation.

Plus, it is rude AF to call someone out, um, your friend on here, on their comments so everyone can see it. What is the purpose of embarrassing your friend on social media?

  We are supposed to know each other here. Why the FK would you want to embarrass someone or make them look bad in the crowd? If you want to help, educate or make a point do it on messenger so you can have a dialog with that person, personally. Not scream it across the platform. What kind of bully bullshit is that?

You all know who you are, well maybe you do not because most of them are blocked from seeing this unless they go directly to my page to see my wall or visit my Tumblr which most have no clue what that even is.

Like I said, most do not do that. Most of them do not understand how social media works or even functions.

If you are that sarcastic, cool, but like I said. This person screenshot a provocative pic, re-posted it in her comments with a snarky comment. There is absolutely no other way to take that other than to embarrass that person.  

  What do you all think on that??? Do you see the same people doing shit like in your comments or comments of friend's posts? I do all the time. I see it, if they are my friend, I immediately put them in that blocked list. I probably have about 100 out of 897 friend's on the Facebook in that list now.

Rant Over... 1,306 words haha... Not too bad... 

The Facebook of Passive Aggression Part 1... by David-Angelo Mineo 3-4-2020 1,306 Words