#so now i have to go through my spam notifications and delete all this shit

[alaskan-wallflower]

can duolingo please shut the fuck up

[david-talks-sw]

Hey,

I saw your post in which you defended Mace Windu and it is such a good post. Thank you.

At the moment I debate with someone on twitter and it is super frustrating because they are saying Mace is a potential villain because he hates the Sith and wants to kill Anakin in episode I (even through he doesn't admit it).

I'm slightly shocked that someone thinks like this. Could you maybe help me to argue that Mace isn't a villain and a potential child killer?

Hey there!

I appreciate you asking me this, but honestly it looks to me like this is a debate you just won't "win" and you should quit while you're ahead.

Firstly, because those are two arguments so ridiculous and baseless that they have to either

be made in bad faith, AKA you're arguing with someone who's literally grasping at straws and making bullshit arguments for the sake of having the last tweet. In which case you can quit interacting with them because this is a victory in and of itself.

be made by someone completely insane and/or who has made their own headcanon about it. In which case, you might as well quit because there's no way you'll change this person's mind.

But, secondly, being pro-Jedi on Twitter is hell.

I'm not kidding, there's literally SO many people who think the point of the Prequels is the Jedi's failure that if you try to dispel the notion, a rain of (factually incorrect) anti-Jedi arguments falls floods your notifications, and it inevitably devolves into "this guy missed the point of the Prequels".

I'm training myself more and more to take a page out of the Jedi's book and just "let go" because the shit I see sometimes is just infuriating. Like this one, I saw last night:

Out of 154 collected quotes where George Lucas talks about the Jedi, their relationship with Anakin and their rules (namely the attachment one), he is only critical about them twice.

TWICE! OUT OF 154!

But I didn't reply to this.

I drafted the tweet, then deleted it because this is such a big subject that you're not gonna be able to dispel it with a single tweet (and fuck getting Twitter blue, are you crazy? but even if you did, you really think anyone will read your essay of a tweet?)

And also because last year, I got into an argument re: if Qui-Gon was a better master for Anakin than Obi-Wan (my opinion is "nope"). And I argued the hell out of my case. You know what I got in return?

Fucking nothing.

All I got was the people I was arguing against (who kept piling on on like the 5th tweet in a thread instead of reading everything from the beginning, which was messy in and of itself) just... stop replying.

At some point when you're in that deep, you think it'll inevitably end with your "opponent" going:

'well argued sir, you have completely changed my mind for I have now seen the truth; jolly good show'.

Instead all you get is... nothing. They stop replying.

You don't get the satisfaction of an admission of defeat and you don't wanna be the person spamming "WELL?! NOTHING TO SAY?!" because that's just pathetic.

So all you're left with is an hour of your life gone, WASTED proving "I know more about a fictional universe than you, Internet stranger".

My suggestion is: break the wheel, turn that outrage into creativity and instead of getting into debates with people whose minds you'll never change, write a fanfic/draw a comic/shoot a short film that will transfer the emotions you feel re: Windu to anyone witnessing it.

It's a much more productive approach than arguing with someone whose either grasping at straws or genuinely thinks MACE WANTED TO KILL A CHILD????!!! 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

[llazyneiph]

Can't believe I'm making another post about Adf*y in 2021 but here we go...

I'm sure you all know the new adf*y page which (i'm pretty sure) adf*y skipper can't skip anymore, the one where it asks to send notifications and won't let you proceed until you let them send notifications.

I accidentally just allowed one of these notifications (not at home and using a janky mouse on a pillow, keeps going crazy), so I immediately headed to my chrome settings to get rid of it.

I'm going through blocking everything before I delete it (just so I feel better about it truly being gone lol) and I see this:

I'm thinking, what the hell is a payment handler and why is it set to allow?? That super doesn't sound good... And after some googling I find yeah, it's probably not great.

So, what's a payment handler? Basically, it's when google saves your payment details to autofill later on when you're making an online purchase. So that includes your credit card, debit card, paypal, ect, details. (Source - askcybersecurity.com) Now these are usually fine on legitimate sites but this site specifically:

You just google 'christianivory.pro' and every result is how to get rid of it because it's malware. (That picture was after I cleared the cookies it had already stored, no idea what they were)

(btw, I wouldn't recommend clicking on any of these since malware/viruses are often hidden behind fake anti-malware ads/programs)

Luckily I don't keep any of my payment details saved so I'm pretty sure I'm fine after deleting it and MalwareBytes or Windows Defender hasn't detected anything. I can't say for sure what it would have done if I hadn't of deleted it, it seems to mostly be notification spam but the fact that it was trying to access my payment methods doesn't sound all that great. Even if having the payment methods allowed doesn't do shit, I've had money stolen from me through an adf*y virus before (source - my tumblr)

Like I said, I'm pretty sure I got lucky because I don't save those things but I'm going to offer a hypothetical situation which could be extremely likely in our community specifically;

Lets say I'm a 14 year old simmer who uses their parents computer to play the sims. I've recently discovered custom content and my favourite creator uses adf*y, but since I'm young and new to the community I have no idea that adf*y can be bad and I trust this creator so they would never link me to anything that could harm my computer... right? So I accept that adf*y notification and don't think anything of it, I get the CC I really like and I'm happy. But that notification I just accepted has saved my parents credit card details. I'm sure you can guess where the rest of this situation goes.

So this is me, creator to creator, telling you need to stop. I know finding a source of income can be awful right now, but your source of income could be coming at the expense of someone else who did not agree to this.

If you think your content is worth a price then I urge you to start a Patreon, Ko-Fi or even a paypal because these are platforms that are safe for both parties and are OPTIONAL. Adf*y is not optional for the downloader.

Stop putting the younger and more susceptible people in our community at risk. As creators it is likely that we gain a larger following so stop taking advantage of that. Especially if you're older or are someone who preaches the safety of our younger members in this space, step up and actually practice what you fucking preach instead of just saying it for likes and reblogs.

I am genuinely sick of this, I've been in this community for over half a goddamn decade now and I've posted before about adf*y, as have dozens of other people and this shit is STILL happening.

I am so close to wiping my old laptop and recording myself going through creators adf*y links and downloading as many malicious things as I can JUST to prove to people that adf*y is not safe. And no, I wouldn't blur out blog names, I would specifically be calling people out on their shit. This isn't just petty simblr drama, this can actually affect peoples lives.

TL:DR;

It's Adf*y?? We all know it's bad, stop using it for the sake of our community members!?? I'm gonna start calling people out for pretty soon?? STOP PISSING WHERE YOU EAT

how to remove notifications on chrome:

Checking/removing payment methods on chrome:

I'm sure there are some of you who will take issue with my post for whatever reason so:

1. Don't comment saying that we should just keep downloading however many adfl*y skippers or avoidant addons or be careful about what we click, that is not the point of this post. We shouldn't HAVE to do that just to get cc, and new/young community members DON'T KNOW THIS.

2. SimGuruDrake explicitly saying creators cannot use permanent paywalls

source (sims forums)

video on adf*y (old but still relevant info)

video (this dude basically just speedruns getting malware from link shorteners and the ads on the sites lol)

[charspnp]

hiiii !!! hope you are having a great day !! can i request “person a making a playlist for person b without their knowledge”, person a being schlatt, person b being fem reader ? :) my idea for da plot is that they are friends and making a cute n romantic playlist is schlatt’s idea of making a move on her ? thank you in advance and again i hope you have a great day !! love ur writing !!!

this is so stupid, schlatt kept trying to convince himself, adding yet another old, cheesy love song to the ever-growing playlist. shaking his head, he dragged his hands down his face. why the hell is he even doing this in the first place? it’s stupid, so, so stupid. looking back up at his computer screen, he looked over the songs he added to the playlist. there were about 20 songs, adding up to a little over an hour. he let his eyes drift to the left where jambo sat on his cat tower, watching him, judging him almost.

“the hell do you want, you little shit?” schlatt grumbled at the feline.

as if understanding what he said, jambo turned on his other side and stretched. now facing the window, he laid his head down to take a nap. schlatt grumbled lowly to himself again in frustration. if he stopped right now, deleted the playlist, you’d be none the wiser. it’s not like you knew what he was even doing in the first place. making a playlist for you was originally a fleeting thought, a small thing he pondered over after seeing people making a playlist for their own loved ones. not like you were his loved one. you two were just friends, a fact he was reminded of each time the two of you would speak to each other.

as he glared at the playlist, an alarm on his phone went off - he has to help someone record. dismissing the alarm, he exited out of spotify, trying to clear his head and get into character before joining a call with his friends.

schlatt didn’t get alone time until way later that night. between recording with his friends, recording for himself, and editing, he hadn’t gotten a chance to think about the playlist he was working on. that was, until he opened spotify to try and relax. he zoned out as he waited for the app to load and when he zoned back in, the playlist was glaring at him, taunting him. he was immediately whipped back into the mood he was in whilst making said playlist. annoyed. annoyed with himself. why can’t he just say he likes you like a normal person? why does he have to make you jump through hoops to try and figure it out?

he’s embarrassed. that’s why. embarrassed because the jschlatt has a silly little crush on someone. what is he, a stupid middle schooler again? he sighed out in frustration, much like he did earlier that day. his knee started bobbing, his thoughts racing more and more the longer he started at the playlist.

“for y/n”

without thinking (or because he couldn't stop thinking), he reached forward, grabbing his mouse. he clicked on the playlist and copied the link to it. he navigated his way to discord and into your guys’ dm’s. he paused as he saw the last messages the two of you shared:

night, schlatt, sleep well, love you! :)

yeah yeah you too

taking a deep breath, he pasted the link in the message bar. he paused again, wondering if this was actually a good idea. he sighed and shook his head, raising his hand to delete the message. right as he went to do so, jambo suddenly jumped onto his desk in hopes of getting attention. as he walked forward, he stepped on schlatt’s keyboard, pressing a couple keys in the process.

“jambo!” schlatt berated as he picked up the kitten, holding him up to his face so he could look into his wide eyes, “what the hell, man, you coulda really -”

schlatt stopped himself mid-sentence as his focus was suddenly turned to the screen behind jambo’s head. the little gremlin didn’t like how the attention wasn’t on him anymore as he meowed and tried to push his face against his owner’s. preoccupied, said owner just set him down, eyes glued to his monitor. fuck. fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. what the hell man! even though he was thinking about it, it’s not like schlatt was actually going to send the playlist to you! but now he did. the deed was done. he couldn’t just delete the message, you’d still get the notification and you'd definitely ask him about it. before he could think too much more into it, schlatt surged forward and turned off his computer. he pushed himself away from his desk, eyes wide and felt growing hotter by the second.

he slipped the headband out of his wavy hair and ran a hand through it. he sat there for a second, completely still with his fingers in his hair and forehead resting on his palm. he was broken out of his distressed trance when jambo meowed again at him. schlatt took a deep breath and ignored jambo’s cries for attention, opting to walk out of his recording room and into bed to try and sleep it off, deal with it in the morning.

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schlatt didn’t get much sleep. from his nervousness from how you’d react to jambo continuously meowing at him due to the lack of attention, schlatt laid awake, staring idly at the ceiling until he eventually fell asleep. he was awoken by the sound of his phone ringing, way too loud in his ear. not bothering to check who was calling, schlatt picked it up, expecting it to be a spam call.

what he wasn’t expecting, however, was your loud voice to exclaim, “schlatt!” right into his ear.

“fuckin - what?” he responded annoyed at being yelled at first thing in the morning. and that’s when he remembered. the playlist. there’s no way you’re not calling him about it.

“what the hell is this?” you asked, quieter upon hearing his groggy voice, knowing you had woken him up.

playing innocent, schlatt responded with, “what the hell is what?”

“this playlist.”

oh he’s most certainly fucked now. turning to lay on his back, he draped an arm over his eyes, part of him hoping that’d be enough to shield him from this embarrassing situation.

“just that. a playlist,” he responded carefully.

“well, yeah, but it’s, like...” you paused, searching for the right words.

“like what?” if he were sitting in a seat, he’d be on the edge of it, the anticipation killing him. he wasn’t sure if you liked it or not, your tone remaining mostly… curious.

“romantic. and shit,” you finally concluded, voice softer.

“yeah. what about it?” he was becoming defensive, ready for you to end your friendship right then and there.

but, you only chuckled. “it’s cute,” you teased.

okay. schlatt definitely wasn’t expecting that answer. he took his arm away from his face and moved it behind him, pushing himself to sit upright. eyes wide and face feeling hotter than ever, he responded, “c-cute?” he cursed himself inwardly for stuttering.

you chuckled again, “yeah. ‘s cute. i’d never expect something like this from you, schlatt,” - he didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing - “but i can’t say it’s unwelcomed. shall i make you a cheesy playlist in return?”

deciding you had enough fun with your teasing, schlatt gained confidence and responded, “only if you let me take you out on a date.”

“yeah? i’d love that,” your teasing tone was gone, a soft and genuine one replacing it.

“good. see you on saturday then?”

“see you then, big man.”

and with that, the call was ended. schlatt couldn’t help but stare down at his phone with a lovestruck expression, completely out of character for him, but he couldn’t help it. he felt a presence hop up on his bed and he turned to look at jambo, the culprit of all this, sitting there, looking at schlatt with his bug, dumb eyes. though he was the reason schlatt landed a date with you - someone he’d been pining over for a while, now - he couldn’t help but just -

“fuck off."

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intimate actions;; 1k event

prompts / masterlist

[heuristicallyinclined]

Of Disks Lost and Cullings Interrupted

5.1k | Rating T for referenced gore and language

Summary: An unfortunate encounter somehow manages to not go quite as bad as it should have.

This is one of the self-indulgent drabbles I wrote last year for me and @theartisticapparition’s fantrolls meeting for the first time and how much of an absolute mess it would be. Enjoy.   

It has three fucking months since you ordered that hexagonal disk and you still don't have a shipping notification for it.

You stare at the screen of your palm husk. It’s a single point of brightness in the store room you slipped off to while some other ship was docking. For supplies or inspection, you don’t know and you don’t care. All you care about it the fact that no one is going to notice a single rusty slipping away for all of two minutes to fuck around on a personal device and see if maybe something went to spam. Which you are looking at now. And apparently set to delete messages after thirty nights, so if it did go to spam, it was long gone now.

“Sh!t,” you quietly exhale.

It’s objectively not even a good movie, just something dumb and cheesy that you can use to break up an evening. But it's no longer even about that. You just want the garbage that you ordered because you fucking ordered it and paid for it using some of your very limited funds. Grunt work means grunt pay and you have to at least be olive to even be allowed to complain in the first place, so your bronze ass just isn't going to cut it.

It doesn't make sense for you to not have gotten anything. Like at least a, "sorry king, your package is delayed," thing should have happened. You work in this shit, you receive and ship and log and deliver until your pan feels numb and it’s just your body moving through the motions. You have been mentally trying to work out how to even fuck up bad enough that this kind of delay would even happen because even for a rusty, who expects very little, this is still a bit much. You’re drawing a complete blank.

The movement of a shadow catches your eye, snapping you out of your thoughts. It slowly shortens from its exaggerated length to a more proportional one as the figure draws closer, straight towards you. You don’t recognize the silhouette’s lean frame, horns or hair which seemingly fanned out to symmetrical points. You definitely didn’t hear them enter or move through the storage bay.

Swallowing, you turn.

You see his color before you notice anything else about him. Your blood runs cold as you immediately straighten to attention.

Violet.

Seeing sea dwellers through screens and on posters did not prepare you for the real thing. You had never seen one in person before and definitely had never had one slowly making his way closer to you. Everything about him was sharp. His fins, his claws, his teeth, they all came to a clearly defined point. His grin was especially sharp. Almost sharp enough to distract you from whatever the hell his spear thingy that he casually held over his shoulder like it weighed nothing was.  

“S!r.” You address him, bowing your head slightly. “!s there anyth!ng ! can do for you?”

His smile widens when you acknowledge him. His golden bracelets jingle lightly against each other as he brings a hand to his chin, seeming to genuinely consider your question.

Oh goddamn it. This is going to take longer than two minutes.

“) is there anyfin you can do for me? (,” he repeats coolly. He pensively looks off to the side as he continues to move towards you. ") oh I don't know. i just wanted to sea what was back here ("

He walks just behind you and you stiffen. You can feel his eyes lingering on you.  

"!t's mostly crates here s!r. Noth!ng too !nterest!ng"

Faster than you can register it, the hand not gripping his weapon quickly grabs your shoulder, turning you to face him. The points of his manicured claws dig into you. You keep your balance as best you can, but stumble a bit.

”) now, now. you're here too (,” he smiles at you cloyingly.

And just like that, he corrects your stance, getting way too into your personal space in the process. His grin remains shallow and doesn’t meet his eyes. It just isn't warm enough to distract from how cold his touch leaves you and in that moment, you have a realization.

So, you’re probably fucked.

He holds you for longer than is comfortable in what you’re guessing is a touchy little power play, before continuing to move past you, looking up and down the racks that surrounded you two. They were nearly as high as the ceilings and he was doing a pretty decent job of acting like he actually gives a shit about what's on the shelves. He moves by each of them methodically, occasionally picking something up like he was shopping before putting each back neatly into its place.

At least the crew coming in after to replace you isn’t going to have to reorganize anything after washing you off of the walls.

He keeps going and you know he doesn’t genuinely care about whatever soaps and meal packets are back here. You don’t either, not really. He isn't even going through the whole store room, just the area around you. It is almost like he i-.

Oh.  

He’s circling you.

Is this a fish joke? You feel like this is a fish joke he’s making for himself. Or is he just adding another layer to his touchy murder dude bit?

His voice snaps you out of your thoughts before you can really try to work out what his angle on this is. You really hope he didn’t notice you starting to zone out there for a bit.

“) it all just seems rather dull (,” he draws listlessly.

“Wh!ch part?”

He glances back at you. His smile begins to falter.

“Wh!ch part s!r?” You correct quickly.

He chuckles and turns his body to face you.

“) the whole thing (” He gestures away from himself, at your general surroundings. “) i mean here you are, trapped on a run down ship, doing menial tasks for the rest of your unfortunate life. truly, i don’t know how you can stand to be here. i mean, I’d rather die than work in a place like this (,” he looks at you intensely, his pupils seemed much more narrow now that they were completely focused on you. “) what about you? (”

Ah. Yeah. You see what he did there, but he isn’t exactly providing you with any revelations about your life and you don’t exactly think boredom is what’s going to cull you.

“! see !t more l!ke a flavor d!sk.”

Your response stops him and he looks at you strangely.

“Even when !ts bad !ts good," you elaborate.

His gaze becomes harsher for a moment, and then it’s gone.

“) that is a rather crude way of looking at it, i seappose(.”

Alright. No mentally stable person seriously uses the word “suppose” out loud. You wonder how you’re inevitably going to beef it. The spear thing would be involved. It would be really fucking weird if he carried it here just to not use it, but he seems extra enough that you would not put him bringing a long a prop past him.

He notices you looking at it and smirks at you.

") so (,” he recovers and ambles towards you, focusing his full attention on you again. His weapon no longer was resting against his shoulder. He held it against the ground and casually leaned against it like it wasn’t one of the most threatening tools of questionable identity and mass murder you had ever seen. “) what are you doing back here with all of these very uninteresting crates? (”

“! just thought ! forgot someth!ng !n here and stopped by to check. S!r”

“) without telling anyone? (”

“Yes, s!r.”

He chuckles, all too pleased, “) whale, that was a poor decision on your part. there is just so much here that if anything happened to you (,” he lowers his voice, like he was graciously letting you in on a joke, “) who knows how long it would take anyone to find out (.”

A beat of silences passes. You swallow, You know he feels the tension. He looks too excited not to.

“!, uh, maybe should have told someone ! where ! was go!ng !n case someth!ng happened.”

“) i agree (.” He straightens and picks up his weapon, spinning it with ease before he points it at you and slowly starts to bring the to your neck. “) unfortunately for you (,” he starts, “) no one knows you're here (.”

Even as you move your arms, he makes no move to stop you. He grins wider, more manic, looking excited at the idea of you actually trying to fight back.

Ha.

Sucks to be him because there is no fucking way that the last thing you do before you get culled is putting in some more effort to make this more enjoyable for the extra dude culling you.

Because if this guy's going to cull you, you're at least going to be the one making a request and try to have some fun here while you can. Because what is he going to do about it? You’re getting culled anyways, might as well, right?

The ridiculousness of it all makes you grin as you shrug at him. "Well, sh!t. Alr!ght."

This acceptance gives him pause as he tilts his head slightly, considering you. A crease forms between his brows and he tightens his grip on his weapon. ") w-"

You cut him off. You’re going to die so you think you get to be rude. Him being mad about it won’t really be your problem for long anyways.

"Can ! d!e !n a cool way though?"

") i-" he starts to lower his weapon, which you now think is a harpoon. Maybe? You don't know man. You don’t know anything about fish shit and you’re understanding less by the second.

You continue looking at him with the same resigned optimism that carried you through most of the bullshit you did. It got you this far. Which, granted, is probably getting culled by a bored sea dweller, but there are probably worse ways to go.

") wait (,” he says.

"Yeah?"

It isn't exactly like you're going anywhere. You know what to do with fear, being a rusty, you learn that shit real quick. But the look he is giving you now just makes you uncomfortable.

"What's up my guy?"

") aren't you going to fight back or somefin? ("

"Uh." You glance around the room full of mostly crates and his eyes follow yours as you search before you focus back on him, confused. "L!ke w!th a weapon?"

") yes? (" His smile tightens, seeming incredulous that you even asked.  

"Why would anyone g!ve me a weapon? ! mean, there m!ght be a broom somewhere. Actually wa!t, ! th!nk that got broken last w!pe. !t wasn't even me th!s t!me," you add with a side smile.  

He doesn't seem to know how to respond. Neither do you, so you do what you normally do when you don't know how to react.

You keep talking.

"! did troll karate for a l!ttle b!t when ! was f!ve, but !t was k!nda lame so ! stopped going. Does that uh,” you hazard, “w!ll that work for th!s?"

") no (." He narrows his eyes at you. ") plus, I know fish judo(."

Your jaw drops.

"What the fuck. F!sh judo !s real?"

") of course fish judo is reel (." He quickly spits, looking offended by your ignorance. ") do land dwellers just think that you can fight the same way underwater? ("

"! mean !'ve l!terally never thought about !t."

") i'm not surfrised ( ."

"Okay, but ! feel l!ke !f a land dweller !s !n a pos!t!on where they need to know f!sh judo, !t means they're going to lose at f!sh judo."

") i mean, i guess? (," he replies, baffled before quickly refocusing on you again. His sharp thing is pointed back at your throat as he slips back into his previous cool demeanor.

“) you do reelize the danger you’re in right? (”

Your eyes dart down to his weapon and then at him, now being the one confused.

“Um, yeah?”

Was the whole mood he had going on not an intentional thing on his part?

He stares at you. So you go on, listing things on your fingers as you go, trying not to focus on his questionable object with definite pointiness.

“So you got the whole class!c stalk and lurk th!ng so you could follow me somewhere ! would be alone where no one can hear me scream. !t’s pretty standard,” you emphasize.

You can’t read his expression.

“There was the whole slow dramat!c enter, nefar!ous d!alogue, and, uh," you glance down, "harpoon?”

“) harpoon (,” he repeats.

“That’s what ! thought !t was, but ! felt !t would be we!rd to ask.”

His mouth opens slightly and his fins flare out more, now openly seething.

“) do you know what i could do to you? ("

A lull drags on.

"Et!vor."

") what (."

"My name !s Et!vor." You continue, "! thought you were draw!ng out the you th!ng because !t's l!ke. We are a good b!t into th!s whole th!ng and !t's kinda awkward to ask for names now, so ! am just, you know, putt!ng !t out there."

He blinks. "I don't give a fuck about your name Etivor."

He still used it though.

Taking a very deep breath, he resumes. “) i am going to take immense pleasure in cutting your tongue out and slowly flaying you alive (”

He moves closer to you, slowly, predatory, circling you again. One of his icy hands brushes by your arm in a mockery of comfort as he continues to muse more to himself than you.

“) maybe I’ll slice off each of your joints, starting at the ends and slowly work my way to eventually gutting you. perhaps I’ll simply behead you. although, i think you’ve said enough to have earned far worse, don’t you think? (”

His face being this close to you is definitely starting to put you on edge more than what he is saying. But what’s really bothering you most of all is that one of those sounds a bit too familiar.

“Wa!t. That second on-”

“) you don’t get to fucking choose which one,” he hisses at you as his claws start to dig in to you.

“! wasn’t done. Damn.”

You’re honestly surprised he hasn’t just stabbed you from sheer frustration. It’s kinda funny. It would be way more funny if he wasn't going to cull you though, but you’ll take what you can get.

“!sn’t that second one from that one comedy with troll Tob!hn Bhelle?”

“) you’ve sean that? (” He raises his brows. “) no. i added a little twist with the gutting at the end instead of letting them bleed out (.” Almost hesitantly he asks, “) did you like it? because i thought they were trying too hard where they ha-.”

He catches himself and raises his weapon at you again, “) STOP. This is NOT what is taking place right now (.”

You narrow your eyes. He's the one who kept talking.

“Then !t !s from that mov!e. You can’t just say, no !t’s not and then be l!ke,” you motion with your hands, “but w!th a tw!st! You l!fted !t.”

He bemusedly stares at you.

“) are you purposefully trying to infuriate me? was your egg dropped? do you not understand what happens when you piss off royalty? (” He snidely adds, “) i am going to get so much satisfaction out of flaying you (.”

He is literally the one holding the weapon, and holding you hostage, and also did physically hold you a few times. What the fuck does he think you’re trying to get out of this?

“! have never purposefully done anyth!ng !n my ent!re l!fe dude. ! am not about to start mak!ng an effort just when !’m about to get culled,” you respond, surprisingly defensively.

Wait, this has gotten off of the fucking rails and you don’t know where you guys actually stand.

“You are going to cull me r!ght?”

“) well, uh. yeah (.” He’s tense and glances around the room, taken off guard by your question.

"Cool." You nod at him. Worth a try you guess.

His harpoon is less looking like a weapon to be used against you and more like a barrier to keep you away from him. Silence again draws on and he stares at you expectantly. You glance around. His frown gets deeper and he looks more frustrated as time goes on. You have no idea what he is waiting for.

You never thought being culled would be this fucking awkward. Guess the torture’s already started.

") aren't you going to plead for your life? (" he demands, bringing his harpoon closer as he does so.

You’ve never been great on the spot. You try to muster something decent up.

“Uh, don’t cull me?” You said it as lamely as you felt.

He looks at you blankly. “) are you getting off on this? (”

“Dude. No. Gross.” Your face twists. “!t’s just like. !’ve never pleaded for my l!fe before. !t !sn’t sh!t you really get to pract!ce and ! feel l!ke !t won’t actually matter since !’m getting culled anyways. So. Yeah.” You slowly nod to yourself before looking up at him.

He is still waiting. Goddamn it. You sigh.

“No. Please don’t cull me. !’ll do anyth!ng.”

While that covers all your bases, it came out a lot drier than you thought but you’re too over this shit to feel any kind of way about it.

"!s there any chance plead!ng would even work?"

His disappointment was broken by a sharp laugh, ") of course not (."

“Then what do you even want from me?” you ask, getting kinda exasperated at his apparent high standards and prereqs for the randos he culls. Like it is one thing to play some kind of sadistic game with your prey, that’s normal, whatever, but it is a whole other thing to get weird about them not being good at it.

"Why ask unless y-. Oh." Your face falls as you get bitch slapped with the realization of what is really happening here. "Oh fuck."

You step back.

Your fear has apparently slam dunked him right back in his comfort zone because his grin is back full throttle and wider and sharper than ever like he was making up for lost time. ") you finally understand the weight of the seatuation you're in? ("

He slinks towards you and you feel the edge of the blade graze your neck.

"Yep," avoid his gaze and swallow.

You were going to get culled in the weirdest way possible.

“) and what is that? (,” he asks lowly, getting right the fuck back into your personal space. His smile almost splits his face and you want to crawl out of your skin.

"Th!s !s l!ke. A th!ng. W!th you."

He lowers his harpoon again, looking completely done. “) what the fuck is THAT supposed to mean? (” You half expect him to throw it across the room or through your torso.

You can’t stop yourself from speaking now that you're actually nervous and stressed and he is yelling and also way too close to your person and his harpoon isn’t doing either of you any favors.

“You had the whole k!nda fl!rty touchy th!ng going on and then you got really p!ssy when ! d!dn’t f!ght back. And you also got super d!sappo!nted w!th my sh!tty plead!ng l!ke you were really look!ng forward to !t or someth!ng.”

“) i’m disappointed because this is the least satisfying cull of my life! (,” he hisses.

You visibly cringe at the word “satisfying” and take another step back from him. There is some fear there but mostly you’re just really fucking uncomfortable. Troll Jesus Christ this dude is into some shit and you are not playing into it.

He also takes a step back too, now into a defensive stance. ") what? it doesn't look like that! ("

You suck in air in through your teeth and are looking anywhere but at him as you reply, "!t k!nda looks l!ke that."

") oh my cod ("

He just slumps down, his harpoon clattering in front of him. His mouth is in a straight line and his head rests between his hands. You stand there, unsure for a moment, before slowly lowering yourself a decent distance away from him. You honestly thought that getting culled would be less uncomfortable than it was being here while he has whatever the fuck it is he has going on going on or at least uncomfortable in a different way.  

You continue trying to avoid looking at him. It’s kinda expected that a highblood was going to cull you at some point. That was just how it tended to go for rusties, but you could not have guessed this, and now just kinda want to get this whole getting murdered thing over with.

You try to give him a moment, glancing around the room, mentally taking inventory of everything there twice. The awkward silence is weighty and the longer it stretches on, the worse you are feeling about this whole fucking ordeal.

“Would cull!ng me help you uh, not be l!ke th!s?”

He gives you a dirty look.

You sigh, "!t's not l!ke anyone gets to th!nk that for long, !f !t helps.”

“) if it helps? ( ” He spat each word, getting louder as he went on. He whipped his head at you, indignantly, “) this is your fault! ("

"What?"

") getting culled is so fucking basic. how did you fuck that up? ("

You stare at him, trying to figure out how the fuck to even respond.

Slowly, in what might be one of the last things you do in your existence, you serve this royal what you are assuming is the stalest tea of his life in the form of the lukewarm take, “you know, be!ng bad at dy!ng !s a good th!ng actually.”

These are real words. These are real words that you are saying to the guy who was leaning way too hard into the thirsty part of bloodthirsty.

You continue. "L!ke you don’t get to pract!ce th!s. ! mean, do ! look l!ke someone who has been culled before? Because ! haven’t. Have you?" You add.

He looks like he is about to have a conniption or the sea dweller equivalent. Can sea dwellers have conniptions? Because this guy is about to have a big one.

") you did not just seariously just ask me if i've ever been culled before. that is the dumbest question anyone has ever asked me! (," he practically shrieks.

"Well you're acting like ! should just know th!s sh!t. We have the exact same amount of exper!ence gett!ng culled!"

“) whale i’ve never encountered any TROLL who is so miserable that they just accept getting culled from the fucking get go (.”

“!’m not m!serable! !’m real!st!c! ! don’t have a weapon, ! can’t fight for sh!t, f!sh judo !s apparently fuck!ng real, and plead!ng does noth!ng. !’m gonna end up at the same place no matter what ! do so why drag !t out? L!ke, come on.”

You slump against the wall, exhausted from this whole interaction. “!t wasn’t great, but ! don’t see much of a po!nt !n gett!ng so worked up about sh!t ! can’t control. ! just wanted to go out !n a cool way s!nce noth!ng ever fuck!ng happens here. The reason ! was even back here !n the f!rst place was to see !f ! had an update on a stup!d hexagonal d!sk ! ordered three months ago. But that sh!t !s apparently !n the vo!d," you gripe.

You pull out your palm husk and check again. Jack shit. You groan.

You’re surprised to hear him chuckle.

“) sucks to be you (.”

“Yeah." You shake your head. "And then a few seconds after ! found out, some guy showed up to cull me.”

He actually laughs. This is so fucking ridiculous so maybe that’s why you are too.

“) it’s a lot more fun to be doing the culling (.” He eyes you again and you don’t want to crawl out of your flesh this time, and you feel like that’s a real development here. “) you seam like you’d lose a fight (.”

An accurate assessment.

“Yeah. Troll karate didn’t do sh!t for me.” A beat passes. “Drones actually burnt !t down l!ke two w!pes after ! qu!t.”

He snickers and a moment passes.

“) one month for a disk? that is fucking bullshit (.”

“Three.”

“) fuck (," he raises his brows. Moderate inconvenience seems to repulse him more than anything you've said tonight. ") that sucks, i get my shit next night with cullazon prime (.”

"N!ce. !'d probably try that if ! had more than twenty seven whole caegars."

Broke bitch disorder also seems to do it for him in the humor department and the two of you continue chilling in silence. Less uncomfortable this time. You almost feel bad for thinking he was a sadistic creep.

He breaks the silence. “) give me your palm husk (."

“What?”

“) i don’t repeat myself (," he replies tersely, holding his hand out to you.

What the hell.

You type your code in and pass it to him. He glances at the massive crack on the center of your screen with disgust. He looks at you and shakes his head before he starts typing.

He didn't ask, but still, you answer. “! cracked !t do!ng a k!ckfl!p on a doll!e.”

He doesn't look up. ") you can't do a kickflip on a dollie (."

"Not w!thout a cost."

He spares you a side glance. ") why the fuck would you even do that? ("

"Because !t !s bor!ng as sh!t out here and there !s much better to do !n the ma!lblock."

He hums noncommittally.

"Were you just spaced?"

") and what if I was?(," he asks, a touch defensive.

"Noth!ng. ! was just wonder!ng !f !t sucks th!s bad at your level too?"

") of course not (," he snaps. ") do you genuinely believe anyone could be doing worse than you? ("

"Well yeah." You tap your sign. "But not by much."

He huffs and rolls his eyes before he looks out for a moment.

") i'm abshellutely krilling it out here (,” he states resolutely before continuing, “) but taking orders is a reel pain (.”

He sullenly joins you in leaning back against the wall.

Damn, This might just be the first time he's ever had anyone above him. Well, above him and specifically giving him orders you mean, judging by the way he is basically pouting over it. Everyone loses agency when they ascend. Guess it just sucks more when you have more to lose, not that you’d really know.

"!t doesn’t get better, but you do get used to !t," you say, not looking at him.

He glances at you, frowning deeper before exhaling.

You keep not looking at him when you ask, "So. Are you go!ng to cull me?"

") no. there is no salvaging that. you completely ruined it (." He replies bitterly while returning your palm husk.

The cullazon app has been downloaded and opened to an account page. You raise an eyebrow at him.

He announces, “) okay etivor, i shared my cullazon prime with you. you’re still going to be a sorry excuse for a troll, but you might get enough out of it that culling you acshelly becomes entertaining (.”

This is a joke. This has to be a joke.

“Thanks, but there !s l!terally no way for me to pay you back for anyth!ng ! buy on th!s.”

“) do i look like i need your fucking charity? (” he sneers.

He is actually serious about this. He looks too pissed not to be.

“Nope, you’re way too bl!nged out for that,” you grin. This dude is wild. “What’s your number?”

He looks at you suspiciously.

“!s th!s really where you’re gonna draw the l!ne? You gave me access to your Cullazon, but won’t g!ve me your number? Ser!ously?”

He doesn’t ask this time. He just swipes it out of your hands.

“) i am ievahn mordax, probably the best thing that has and will ever grace your miserable fucking life and i will brutally cull you if you mention any of this ever happened to anyone (.”

He hands it back, but still holds onto it. “) i’ve made myself clear? (”

“Yeah,” you nod and he finally lets go. This is way better than a shipping notification. 

Oh. 

You check the time.

"Fuck!" You leap to your feet and he quickly grabs his harpoon.

") what? (" he shouts.

"! was supposed to be here for l!ke a m!nute to check on the d!sk." You look at your palm husk again. It has been way more than a minute and you have the feeling someone definitely noticed by now. You completely forgot about having some work work to do considering you thought you were going to die. "Sh!t." You look at him again. "Do you have anywhere to be?"

") what? (" He squints.

“! mean you just had some free t!me and you seem bored and apparently don’t believe ! can do a k!ckfl!p on a doll!e. ! have to defend my good name. You get !t.”

“) what good name? (” he snickers. “) and if i did, why the fuck would i want to spend anymore time with you? (”

“Because you can’t make fun of my Cullazon orders !f my boss culls me for tard!ness. You be!ng around means she can’t say sh!t.”

He seems to consider, “) a compelling argument. and i do get to watch you maim yourself in the dumbest way possible which is a definite bonus (.”

You grin as you start walking. “Or have your pan be blown when you see what trollk!nd can really do when there is l!terally noth!ng else to do. !’m push!ng l!m!ts here !evahn.”

“) you’re pushing your luck (.” He leans his harpoon against himself as he follows.

“Maybe.” Quickly, you face him and add. “But ser!ously, be cool. !f my boss f!nds out about any of th!s, she w!ll absolutely cull me.”

“) she can’t cull you (,” he huffs. “) i already called dibs on that (.”

You grin returns.

“Damn. !’ll let her know.”

[oldsmobile-hotdogs]

Questions for crossover jatp ghosts crossover fic: I hope Julian and the sunset curve boys talk about the fall of the Berlin Wall and the Yugoslav wars that happened when they were alive + Bill Cilnton. I wonder what pat and the band would talk about considering that they would of been kids when pat died? Do you think Julie would think of Les Mis and Hamilton cos Thomas and Kitty are from about the same time period as those musicals? I hope Julie calls Fanny Mary poppins.

Anon, or "Mimi", or "Lulu", or, heck, maybe even "Carl Birtles": Update: Not Carl Birtles. Carl Birtles sent me an ask and is cool, actually.

Stop. Right now. I'd say stop while you're ahead, but you are so far away from ahead at this point it's laughable.

For everyone confused, this is that "commenter from AO3" I joked about making a 2017-esque story time video about.

A couple days ago I uploaded the first chapter of a Julie and the Phantoms/BBC Ghosts crossover fic.

You know what? I’m gonna promo it here bc it’s my callout post and I can shill if I want to: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30681704/chapters/76661471

It was generally very well received and I've had a blast interacting with readers.

Except for this.

Honestly, there's so much to get into, so I’m putting it under a cut:

This was their first correspondence (email notif bc I deleted the comment, the deletion to be explained later):

(Funnily enough, the links very much do not work on AO3, making the comment only more jarring)

I gave you *so much* benefit of the doubt when I saw this comment, and assumed that maybe you're an ESL user, just very enthusiastic to share ideas, and I pretty much said so in my reply, but know that at that point I'd already had friends- who fucking know about this, don't you dare think you're getting me alone- tell me that you were being very demanding.

Below was my reply (another email notif):

I'm gonna be honest, I think I responded really well to what I was given, and now that I'd replied, I was pretty certain the situation was dealt with. You, evidently, didn't agree, as shown by your reply to my reply:

A word of advice: when replying to someone, at least pretend like you read what they wrote.

At this point I'm left wondering two things:

What do they expect from me, if a general reply is not it?

How much more shit do they have waiting to tell me to put in my- reminder, JATP/BBC Ghosts crossover, rated T, comedic- fic?

In order to avoid finding out either, I freeze the thread on AO3. I'm liveblogging all of this on Discord.

It's then that I notice that the username on AO3 isn't clickable, so even if I wanted to block or report them I couldn't. I assume, therefore, that they've deactivated, and since them seeing their comments gone and getting angry was the only thing stopping me deleting the comments, I delete the comments.

It's also at this point I see "Mimi" never left kudos. I guess I don't deserve praise until I mention "Bill Cilnton".

There's relative calm for a short amount of time, until I get another comment:

This one is much kinder than the others and doesn't mention any specific, weird, historical events, so the extent to which I think this is "Mimi" is debatable, but bestie I'm weirded out enough that anything that even uses the enter bar unnecessarily and misses out conjunctive words like "because" and "and" is going to activate fight or flight. Update: Carl Birtles is not Mimi or Lulu. Carl was just being genuinely kind and I misinterpreted it and that's on me.

However, "Carl"'s case is not helped by the fact I can't click his account either, that AO3 offers me the ability to report it as spam, and that guess who replies to "Carl"'s comment: Update: Carl, having done nothing wrong as he has, is therefore also a victim in the situation that is being replied to by Lulu. It would seem Lulu is trying to correct??? some of Carl's commentary.

You must think I didn't get a 7 on my English Literature GCSE because you seem to underestimate my ability to compare two texts.

So clearly this is "Mimi", who has also just replied to "Carl". "Lulu" is also deactivated, and I've fallen off the end of my tether, let alone reached it, at this point so I mark it as spam. "Carl" gets to stay bc he said the idea for the crossover was good. Update: Carl also gets to continue to stay because I have it on good faith that he's a stand-up dude.

So at this point you've readily admitted through your inability to shake up your writing style to using at least one sockpuppet to convince me to talk about the "Yugoslav wars".

If "Carl Birtles" is the real(-est) of them, and "Mimi" and "Lulu" are the sockpuppets, by the way, I have questions and ideas about what you do on your free evenings and I want them neither confirmed nor answered. Update: This is slanderous and I want to apologise wholeheartedly to Carl for making assumptions about him and judging his character. Once again, he is not Mimi or Lulu. He's just a normal, cool guy.

And now you come to me, on the day of my daughter's wedding on a different platform, leave me an anon ask in the exact same format as you're so fond of, and expect any different ??

Well, yeah, then I guess I'll give you special treatment this time.

Here's exactly why I will never include anything you have told me to include:

Julian and the Phantoms discussing the Berlin Wall would be highly inappropriate for the largely fluffy, cracky tone of my fanfiction, especially given how recently the event occurred, how many Eastern Germans still experience prejudice to this day because they were born within the old borders of the DDR, and because of how nuanced this, essentially proxy war, was and how ill-informed a huge amount of the world is on the actual factors in play during this time and the Cold War in general.

Julian and the Phantoms will not discuss Yugoslavia dissolving, nor the fallout and conflict that resulted, because it was genocidal. There is nowhere I can fit Julian, pantsted, casually asking Luke “hey do you remember when the Herzegovinas were killed en masse by the Serbs?” Not gonna happen.

They won’t discuss Bill Clinton because all of them know who the current world leaders are: they don’t have amnesia, they’re ghosts. The fic is also rated T, so it would be inappropriate to make any explicit reference to “sexual relations”. None of them play saxophone.

Julie wouldn’t think of Les Mis or Hamilton because Thomas is Regency, not French Revolution, and Kitty is Georgian, not Colonial.

Julie won’t be calling Fanny Mary Poppins because she is perpetually stuck in a white dress, doesn’t wear a hat, doesn’t own an umbrella or a purse and was not the nanny or housekeeper of Button House.

The ghosts will not discuss the marvels of modern transportation or how long it would’ve taken to cross the Atlantic on dinghy because the ghosts have seen Friends. The house irl is on a flight path. They know airplanes exist. Alison and Mike pulled up in a car.

I will probably have the phantoms and Willie talk to Pat and Julian about being from the ‘80s and ‘90s. That I will actually probably do.

The Captain will not mention FD Roosevelt because, again, they all know who the current world leaders are, and I doubt he expects a ‘90s pop punk band to have any insider knowledge on the man.

It was interesting to think of the phantoms’ grandparents having been alive during WW2. I wasn’t lying. But there is nearly nothing I can do with this information.

But above all: both sets of ghosts have already adapted to modern life. Because the shows are shorter, and meant to actually be able to fit jokes in them.

If you want to see any of this, write your own damn fic. I don’t own the concept of a JATP/BBC Ghosts crossover.

What you will not do, “consonant-vowel-consonant-vowel”-nim, is hound me on multiple accounts and then change platform to hound me again. I’m absolutely not having it.

I have never received an interaction quite like this before, and I cannot help but wonder if this is because this is my first work in the Ghosts/HH/Them There/Six Idiots/Yonderland/Bill fandom: that this is where you primarily camp out.

So it’s at this point I ask the Them There/Six Idiots fandom if they have/if they know anyone who has had a run-in with this person or thinks they may have, or if anyone perhaps even knows who this is? Maybe I’m just one of many. Maybe this is a necessary fandom evil I was unaware of.

This experience has left me royally freaked out, as one might imagine, especially since my anxiety in general has been acting up due to it being exam season. I want to thank everyone who’s read my rambles on Discord and on here and even listened to them irl and offered support from the bottom of my heart.

I’ve enabled comment moderation on the fic. I will continue to write it, and I will put exactly what I, and only what I, want in it.

Believe it or not, I wanted to do literally anything else today.

Anon: Fucking Leave Me Alone.

Update: Just reiterating: Carl is not Mimi or Lulu. Carl is a cool dude and I want to sincerely apologise for having brought him into this mess, passing judgment on his character, and making him feel like he should stop practicing English online.

[out-of-jams]

Direct Message || Part one || kth

↠ Direct Message ↞ “Never in a million years would you have expected Kim--motherfucking--Taehyung of world famous Bangtan Sonyeondan, the biggest boyband in the entire world, to find it. To watch your whole cover of his song, Winter Bear, and actually like it. And not just like it.

He posted a link on Weverse for everyone else to see it too.”

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings/Genre: Fluff. Drabble series. Language barrier!au. Idol!Taehyung. Youtuber!Reader. Bad language. Somewhat social media!au.

A/n: Just a smol series. And yes, this is completely inspired by that one post Tae made on Weverse with a link to that girl’s yt channel. LOL. Also, this is kind of a part of the Cheers If You Agree universe!

All of my works are purely fiction. Everything I write is my intellectual property and therefore belongs to me. ©out-of-jams. Do not copy or repost without permission.

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“Holy shit.”

There was no word in the history of the English language that could be used to describe what you were currently going through.

“Are you literally fucking kidding me?” Your voice, so high pitched that you were pretty sure only your next door neighbor’s demonic chihuahua could hear it, barely left your parted lips. Because you couldn’t believe what you were staring at. To be honest, you weren’t even sure if you could believe it despite the clear proof in the form of your phone. If you weren’t sitting on your bed, you were pretty sure that your legs would have collapsed right out from under you.

“This is..is...” Shaking, you lifted your hand to bring the brightly lit screen closer to your face. No matter how many times you swiped up to refresh the page with trembling fingers, it didn’t change. It was still there. Your fucking face! Well, the thumbnail at least.

You blinked.

Again.

Again.

Refreshed the page.

Again.

Yup, still there.

A link to YouTube of a video that you’d just recently uploaded stared back at you unwaveringly. You hadn’t thought anything of it when you’d made it, had just figured that it’d be like any other cover you’d uploaded throughout the past year. And you hadn’t been expecting a whole lot of views either, seeing as how your channel was still relatively new and all. When you’d clicked “upload” and closed out of the page, you’d figured that you’d go back and check in a few days to see how it was received. If people had liked it.

Sometimes you would get very nice, encouraging comments from people. And even though it was a slow climb, your subscriber count went up every couple of days. You’d been singing for years, as long as you could remember honestly, but you’d only just gotten the confidence to put yourself out there last year. Hell, the only reason you started posting in the first place was because your friends all but threatened bodily harm if you didn’t do it.

“You’re so talented, dude. Don’t let that go to waste.” Your best friend had told you one day over coffee. “Or you’ll regret it when you’re old and dusty.”

You hadn’t thought you’d become overly famous or anything. Just branch out and share your music with other people.

Never in a million years would you have expected Kim--motherfucking--Taehyung of world famous Bangtan Sonyeondan, the biggest boyband in the entire world, to find it. To watch your whole cover of his song Winter Bear and actually like it. And not just like it.

He posted a link on Weverse for everyone else to see it too.

When the green little notification that he’d posted something had first slid into view on your screen, you hadn’t thought much thought of it. Taehyung was incredibly active on the app and would spam it all the time with ridiculously funny selcas or respond to army’s posts in his free time. So you’d just brushed it to the side to check on later. Fighting the lag of millions of other people to try and translate what he posted wasn’t something that you were interested in at that moment.

Even if he ended up deleting it later, you were pretty sure that someone on Twitter would have taken a screenshot and it’d circulate around at some point. It wasn’t that you didn’t care, you just didn’t check every single thing the members posted to the app the moment that they were uploaded. Therefore, you hadn’t really given it a second thought.

Until your best friend and fellow army blew your phone up with over a dozen messages, completely interrupting your lazy Netflix binge. Most of them hadn’t made any sense, had just been a string of nonsensical key smashes with the occasional “!!” tacked on. Since she was stuck in a movie theater with her boyfriend, she hadn’t been able to call you without causing a scene. So she’d resorted to flooding you with texts until you responded.

Why she’d even been checking the Weverse notification in the darkened theater in the first place was a mystery to you. Especially since you knew she’d been dying to see that movie for weeks. Whatever it was. But that didn’t matter, not when she’d piqued your interest with a text saying, “WEVERSE HUGHIH NOW.” You’d figured that Taehyung must have just posted a thirst trap or something again.

But you’d been wrong.

Flooding in right beneath his post were hundreds of comments. Some were in English, others in Korean, and the rest in languages that you had no idea how to read. They varied in reactions too, and everytime you started to read one, the page would glitch out and another would take its place.

He hadn’t put any text in the post, just the link.

What the hell was that supposed to mean? That he liked it? He had to have, right? Otherwise he wouldn’t have posted it. Unless...well, unless he absolutely hated it and wanted to send army after you to--

Shaking your head to get rid of the onslaught of extremely unrealistically anxious thoughts, you watched the amount of comments and cheers to the post skyrocket. If just his post was getting so much attention, what would that mean for…?

Immediately you switched apps and opened up YouTube. Navigating to the video only took a minute, but felt like hours and your heartbeat pounding in your ears didn’t help. Especially not when you pulled up the same cover and could do nothing but freeze in shock.

“Oh, my god.” Not only did you have over a hundred thousand views already, but subscription notifications were going off every two seconds.

Setting your phone down onto your bed, you watched with unseeing eyes as the screen went dark from inactivity.

How the hell were you supposed to respond to the comments? Were you even supposed to? You’d never spoken a word to Kim Taehyung in your whole life. In fact, you’d only ever been to a handful of BTS concerts. But you knew how crazy some people could get. Would they start thinking you were dating him or something just because he’d shared a link to your video.

Fuck, you really hoped not.

Your phone lighting up snapped you out of your thoughts. You’d turned off all push notifications for comments and subscriptions, so you reached for it without a second thought. And stared down at the bright screen with bewilderment.

Whatever the rest of the message was got cut off there. Who the..? 

With a shrug and curiosity needing sating, you swiped it open.

[sgntaeho]

❱❭ sgn task #01 ; “kiss me thru the phone"

a peak into kwon taeho’s phone;

✦ what kind of cell phone do you have? ⁠ iphone 11 pro, midnight green

✦ how often do you use your cell phone? no more and no less than the average person my age. honestly depends on how much i’m not paying attention in class or other involuntary functions

✦ what is your phone’s lock screen photo? (see above)

✦ what is your phone’s home screen photo? (see above); just trying to catch some summer vibes, ya feel?

✦ how many contacts do you have in your phone? around 400? only cause i don’t bother to clear things out. i can’t remember who half of them are, and i definitely won’t be hitting them up anytime in this lifetime

✦ do you customize contact names or enter as given names? mostly given names; unless we’re close (or you’re a memorable character), in which case you’ll get a spirit emoji or something tacked onto the end. i’m not slick with nicknames, so unless you set one for yourself, i’d rather not try

✦ what is their default ringtone? whatever the factory setting is

✦ do you have personalized ringtones for your contacts or does everyone use the default ringtone? everyone on default; too much of a hassle otherwise, and i don’t take enough calls or have my volume up for it to matter anyways

✦ how many alarms do you have set and why? i only have one actively set for the morning but have way too many saved, for nearly every time of day. i’m a weirdo who’d rather spend 30 seconds scrolling through my endless list of alarms instead of just setting a new one for the time i need. also times always set on odd numbers (xx:01, xx:09, xx:13, etc.) and never on nice times that end in xx:00, xx:15, x:30, etc. because i hate even or clean-cut numbers

✦ what are your top 3 most used apps? imessage (+ other messaging apps), instagram, spotify

✦ what are your favorite apps? reddit is my guilty pleasure and safe space. twitter is fun even though i personally don’t tweet much (or else i’d spend all day fighting people on there, and i get enough of that in real life). also spotify because i’m almost always listening to something and can’t stand being idle in silence

✦ what are your last 3 google searches or the last 3 things you’ve asked your built in ai? ⮕ "memento movie ending interpretations” ⮕ "do you get notifications if someone screenshots your instagram story” ⮕ "can i feed my cat grapes”

✦ do you delete your internet search history or use incognito mode? if so, how often, and why? i’ll use incognito; not because i feel the need to hide anything, but because i don’t want too many one-time searches polluting my ‘recommended’ results later on. that shit’s the worst

✦ do you download music or use a streaming app? if so, which one and why? self-proclaimed spotify supremacist here. they have a comprehensive stock of both korean and non-korean stuff, which is a must. plus it’s so much easier to curate playlists, jump around, and discover new music without me having to fully commit to buying and downloading something (...does this say something more about me as a person?)

✦ what are the last 3 songs you’ve listen to on your phone? ♫ ‘error’ by ash island ft. loopy ♫ ‘all day (band ver.)’ by giriboy ♫ ‘please love me’ by colde (yeah, i’m a sucker for k-hiphop/rnb)

✦ what does your photo album consist of? it’s a pretty scary and eclectic place in there. to start, i take a lot of screenshots: receipts of when my friends say stupid things, school stuff, cocktail recipes, the outright ridiculous shit my dad’s various news outlets will put out (which i subsequently flame him for whenever we actually have to talk). so. many. cat. pics — but they’re fucking cute, alright? some random fit pics and fashion inspo. to be completely frank, there are more selfies than i’d like to admit and some... highly cringe gym pics. but none of that is being sent for anyone else’s eyes, so it’s chill. totally chill... and of course, i have a lot of stuff for photography club in the cloud.

✦ what is your texting style? do you reply quickly or are you a slow texter? do you send several messages at a time or paragraphs? i’m not the type to be texting a million people at once, so if we’re talking, i’ll probably reply pretty promptly. sometimes i’ll drop off the face of the earth, but try not to take it too personally. i definitely tend to spam send multiple, shorter messages as opposed to a single longer one. chaotic thoughts, grammar, and structure alike

✦ what are the last 3 texts you’ve sent? ⮕ vince: "is this dry needling thing supposed to be hurting still? it’s been a whole ass week...” ⮕ junhyung: "stop texting me” ⮕ hyunjoo: "hey, do you know when my mom is getting back home?”

✦ who do you text the most? couldn’t really tell you for sure. i’m not the type of person who needs to live update their life over text to somebody, and i’m not particularly invested in every little thing someone else is doing either, no offense. among my guy friends, we can maintain friendships without a whole lot of constant talking. so if i’m texting someone in high volume and frequency, it’s probably because we’re arguing over something (i’m sure you aren’t even surprised by now). or, it could be a girl i’m interested in and that’s like... not so common either.

✦ what are your top 6 used emojis? 😤 🙃 🥴 👀 🤷‍♂️ 😈

✦ how often do you call others? i hate phone calls. they’re clunky af, and you always have to awkwardly go “i-- oh-- no you go ahead” because you’re always interrupting each other. quite often people call me and i purposely watch it go to voicemail and text them back some time after, because i don’t want to pick up. so really, i only call when it’s really necessary. i think facetime is better and cool for casual though, so i’ll do that with friends instead.

✦ who were the last 3 calls made to and why? assuming you mean traditional phone calls... ⮕ dad (well more like my dad’s assistant) — to tell him to gtfo of my school life and stop signing on to throw money at (or ‘sponsor’) things without telling me. i can already tell he’s gearing up to pitch me the ‘you should take over the company’ case again when i get home for break ⮕ older sister — just to make sure she’s alive or well or whatever. total nuisance ⮕ campus police — i just had to... test a little something about their alarm infrastructure. please don’t ask any more

✦ who do you call the most? again, i don’t like calling people — few things in life are that urgent. but my mom, i guess. she calls me a lot when she’s not shooting for something, but i think it’s just to make herself feel like she’s doing the most as a mother

✦ do you have someone blocked? if so, who and why? no. i’m not petty or proactive enough to do something like that, even to the most annoying of people... now that i think about it, i should probably block an ex or two, just so drunk me won’t even get the chance to do anything stupid. but it’s not like i’ve ever done anything like that before, so whatever.

✦ are you apart of any group chats? with whom? just what you’d expect: swim team, photography club, people in my major, friends i’ll go out with on weekends, and so forth. albeit i’m that guy who shamelessly has the group on mute, so you’re probably going to have to aggressively @ me if you want me. then there’s the family group chat, which is mostly my parents getting on my case and making sure i have family obligations marked on my calendar while my sister sits back and laughs at my pain.  

✦ do you use the notes app? yep... i have a lot of thoughts, okay?

[jawnjendes]

the fog will clear up | shawn mendes

chapter 13/?, university au, shawn x goth oc

AN: sry its short and definitely a filler im sry its boring but it helps build up stuff thatll happen next ok ok im sry

*let me know if u wanna be added/removed from the taglist

masterlist | playlist

Annalise woke with a start. She was wide awake immediately. There was no room for sleepily rolling around the sheets, her eyes weren't heavy like always. She didn't know what dying and coming back to life felt like, but she was pretty sure it felt something like that. She had a weird urge to go for a jog.

Staring at the ceiling, Annalise reached towards the nightstand next to her, intending to grab her phone. Her hand touched the bottle, and she picked it up anyway, reading the prescription label.

Annalise Flores SERTRALINE 50MG TABLET Brand name: Zoloft

"You don't waste anytime, huh?" she murmured before setting it back down. Then, she grabbed her phone and checked the time.

8:47am. A new fucking record. Annalise rolled out of bed, unable to stay still.

In the 2 hours she had to kill before work, she tidied up the dorm, ate a decent breakfast, took a shower, and got started on the course work she had to make up. The energy levels were through the roof, she had never been so on edge and productive at the same time. Why wasn't she put on sertraline sooner? Sure, she felt hyperaware and borderline anxious, but that was apart of the process of getting on a new antidepressant. She was getting things done this way. Sure, she jumped when the lock on the door jiggled, but she was up and running anyway!

If she wasn't, she wouldn't have seen Stella entering the dorm. She was surprised to see Annalise on the couch, looking like a deer in headlights.

"Oh… I thought you were asleep. I'll, uh, I'll come back."

"No, wait!" Annalise sounded a little too frantic, but it did stop Stella from leaving. "Uh, come sit down! Please!"

Stella narrowed her eyes slightly as she went to the couch. At least she was willing to listen.

"I, uh, I'm sorry," Annalise began, rubbing the back of her neck. "I'm sorry for what I said. A stupid guy isn't the only good in my life. I have you. You matter to me, and I'm sorry for making you feel like you don't." She really couldn't stop herself from rambling. "I miss you. I miss seeing you here between classes, and I miss your optimism because a bitch could use some of that. And, and I'm sorry for the negativity I've brought in here. I'm working on it now, I swear. Just… come back. Come home… because bro, you're my wife, dude."

It could have been funny, but there was nothing funny about the way she said it. Her eyes were wide and pleading, and she was rubbing her hands together. Stella merely blinked her hazel eyes, nearly overwhelmed by that string of words.

"Look at you, expressing your emotions," she said after a while. "I can see why you hold it back."

Annalise nodded rapidly. "It's my first day on a new medication. Got me all sorts of hyped up, but I'll mellow out in a couple of weeks. And I'm taking therapy seriously again!"

Stella was surprised. "Oh, I see. Well… I've missed you too. Bro…"

"Bro?"

"I'll come home too. Camila's bed is too small for the two of us."

"Bro…"

"I know. I have to update you on all that."

"Br-"

"Okay!" Stella broke out a smile and stood up. "Dame un abrazo, puta."

That was much easier than Annalise had anticipated. She stood up and hugged her best friend, relieved. Stella wasn't one to hold a grudge, nor was she as stubborn as her roommate. It was another person to cross off the list.

~

Shawn had social media mainly to get his music out there. Yes, he interacted with his friends on Snapchat, and some fans on Twitter. Most of the time, Shawn just tweeted when he had new music coming out. He didn't check any of his social media very often, not even to stalk Ann's accounts because she was rarely on her's. He didn't even have his notifications on, purely to keep himself from the possibility of getting too attached to the opinions of random strangers online.

That was why he woke up that morning to a number of texts from Camila.

"SHAAWWNWNN"

"SHAWN IM LKTERSLLY BALD RN"

"CHEKC UR TWITTER RIGHT NOW!!!!!!"

"YOIR FOLLOWERS!!! AAHSKSKSK"

"SKSKSK SHAWNMM IM SCRAMING"

So to Twitter he went. Shawn rubbed sleep out of his eye as he went to his profile. He had around 10k to begin with, that he built up on his own over the last couple of years. He nearly dropped his phone on his face as he read the new number.

50.2k

"What… the fuck?" he breathed out as he sat up in his bed. He scrolled through the list, making sure this wasn't a series of spam bots.

His mentions were just as wild, and it explained the sudden blow up.

@hollaestor: @shawnmendes hiii bella told me to follow you

@samxriv: @shawnmendes i am free to hang out on tuesday to hang out when i am free

@gisellenjh: @shawnmendes bella sent me here and im glad she did! loving your music!

And there were plenty more like that. There were so many tweets, Shawn couldn't even get through all of them. It was making his head spin. There was only one Bella he knew about too… He just couldn't spell her last name. Thankfully, her handle was just @bellasanti, and it was the first one to pop up when he typed it in the search bar.

Right under Bella Santiago's name and the blue checkmark were the two little words: Follows you. Shawn refreshed the page ten times before it sank in. This YouTuber, who has over 2 million followers, somehow found Shawn's music… and she liked it. She liked it enough to tweet about it… 3 days ago.

@bellasanti: underrated spotify artists: @shawnmendes. give him a listen. send him some love. truly talented guy💖

Shawn had only overheard Bella's videos when Ann was watching them in the other room. He never really watched any of her content. But he wanted to pass out at the fact that she took the time to listen to his music and tweet about him. He wanted to jump on the bed. He wanted to call-

He texted Camila back. "Wtf why did no one tell me sooner?? This is so crazy!!!!!"

"We thought you knew and you were keeping it from us!! LMAO congrats rockstar!"

He couldn't believe it. His follower count was rising. He was getting emails from Spotify saying his songs were being added to many different playlists.

@shawnmendes: @bellasanti wow thank you so much! Love you bella❤

He deleted the last bit before tweeting it. Holy shit. Shawn lied back down on the mattress, completely breathless.

How does someone like Bella Santiago find Shawn out in cyberspace? What Spotify rabbit hole did she go down that led her to him? How many of his songs did she listen to? How many songs did she save to her library? How many of those playlist emails were from her? Shawn had so many questions.

~

There were two things Annalise noticed when she was out on the courtyard after Biology. The first thing was a table on the side of the walkway, with a handmade banner hanging off the front. It read in big letters: Shawn Mendes: Live at The Cameron House. Brian, Alessia. and Camila were all sat on the same side at this table, talking to a student who was interested in the little display.

"The lounge called back," Annalise muttered to herself.

The other thing Annalise noticed was Patrick sitting under a tree nearby, reading a book. She went to him first.

The last time she had spoken to Patrick was when they cut up flowers together. He was never one to explicitly state when something has upset him, and he has seen Annalise in a depressive episode before. Annalise knew him well. Patrick kept his distance because he didn't like the negativity around her, and he couldn't afford any more of it himself.

"Hey," she greeted.

His blue eyes tore away from his book to meet her gaze. "'Sup?"

"Trying to be less fucked in the head," she told him.

Patrick nodded in approval. "Cool."

That was all that was needed for the two of them. Content, Annalise turned and went for the table. A small line had formed when she wasn't looking, so she waited behind the last person. However, with three people running the thing, Annalise got to the front fairly quick.

"Oh, she actually showed up," Brian chimed, amused.

"Meaning?" Annalise asked.

"Thought you were too pissed at Shawn to care about his show, that's all."

She swallowed the pit of annoyance, discovering that even more people knew about that. Brian is his friend, though, of course he'd know.

"Selling tickets or something?" Annalise turned her attention to the two girls.

"Yeah! Ten dollars a piece!" Alessia explained.

"Cool, I'll take one."

Just as she opened the flap on her book bag, Camila spoke up.

"Wait. I'm pretty sure Shawn said he wanted to buy you your ticket himself."

Annalise rolled her eyes. "Well, he's not here and I can do things for myself." She pulled out her wallet and paid her own goddamn ticket.

Camila breathed out a laugh. "Are you ever gonna let him do anything nice for you?"

None of your fucking business.

A new thought occurred to Annalise. "Why are tickets being sold for this show? Aren't his gigs usually free?"

"There's more production going into this one," Brian told her. "The lounge gave him the option to make it a ticketed event, and we need to make back what we already put into it. So now, it won't be a performance, it'll be Shawn's performance."

Shawn already knew how to make an audience his bitch, but…

"Alright then." Annalise shrugged and then accepted her ticket and receipt from Alessia.

The ticket alone was already quite extravagant. There were little red roses designed around the edges. This boy really loved his fucking flowers.

"I'm guessing rose petals will fall from the ceiling or something?" she guessed with a chuckle.

"I was given strict orders to not spoil anything," Brian told her, folding his arms.

The two had a mini staredown until Annalise shrugged again. "Whatever."

Then, Camila piped up again, suddenly excited. "Ooh, Ann did you hear? Bella Santiago followed Shawn on Twitter!"

"She what?" Annalise stupidly replied.

Camila practically squealed. "She gave him a shoutout too! He's blowing up on Spotify! Isn't that awesome?"

Annalise wanted to say something, but her brain wasn't quite caught up yet. So she just walked away.

The other three students watched her leave. Needless to say, they were confused.

"Is she ever gonna be happy for him?" Alessia wondered.

"I think she was excited?" Camila said tilting her head.

"I can't believe Shawn is going through all this trouble for that," Brian said with a scoff.

"I can still hear you!" Annalise called over her shoulder as she kept walking.

All three of them went red in the face, embarrassed. Brian would have made a comment about her being a vampire with supersonic hearing, but he didn't want to be called out again.

_______

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[straykidmagines]

5 + han jisung please!!

**➫ note: **this took long im so srry wljekwjeje i hope u enjoooyy !! also credits to mi babe @breynselsyoulostbecuzofskz for helping me out sgdfuyk ily

↳ … this is for those who — uh. send memes, not nudes.

masterlist ¦ #5 ❝ stop sending me memes, it’s 3am for pete’s sake ❞

[2:59AM] the least thing that you expect to happen right in the middle of an ungodly hour is your best friend, jisung, spamming you a bunch of memes which was already 99+ in counting.

at first, you thought it was just your alarm, yelling at you to get up and get changed already since you have school. but hell no, it wasn’t. when you take a look at you phone to turn your damned alarm and snooze for 5 minutes, what you saw instead was a message of your least favorite person on earth.

“what the fuck,” you squinted your eyes from the brightness of your device. in your chatbox, jisung still kept on spamming you memes and such but stopped when he saw you read his messages.

you saw jisung typing something, but when you started typing, he stopped and deleted what he previously typed.

y/n: stop sending me memes, it’s 3am for pete’s sake

you hit the send button and immediately he read it. he started typing, then stopped, he resumed then halting again — the cycle just continues. you started to get impatient at what he might reply to you and decided to shrug it off, puting your phone aside and going back to sleep once again. just as you were about to close your eyes, your phone dinged. “great,” you let out a dreaded sigh.

jisung: i uH SORRY Y/N 4 SPAMMING U LIKE KSHWWHW I JUST UHM ITS NOT THT I WRONG SENT SMTH TO U WHICH U RLLY DONT WANNA SEE!! NOT RLLY I DIDNT!! SO DONT EVER THINK OF BACK READING AT ALL BECAUSE NONONONO I DIDNT!!! GO BACC TO SLEEP NOW JUST LET ME SPAM MEMES CAUSE MEMES R LIFE YEAHHHHH JUST YEAH GNITE ILY

you face palmed at this, surely the boy was too damned idiotic himself. you, being curious at all, you ignored what he said to you and scrolled up to see what he was talking about but the message box just went back to the bottom to show his recent message; you groan at this.

jisung: holy sheet i spilled again wkehwjb

jisung: hERE’S UH SCARY PIC TO MAKE U PEE ON UR SLEEP

when you read his message and saw him sent a picture, which is thankfully still loading, you immediately turned your device off. you see, you’re a scaredy cat which means you get scared easily.

your veins fumed, how dare jisung to send you stuff like that! now, you can’t bare to open your chat with him — whatever he wrong sent to you must be very, confidential.

“nudes?” you thought, rubbing your chin. you shook your head in denial, “nah, impossible,” whatever it was, it managed to really bug you the following whole day.

in school, it went smoothly just the same as the past days you were in it — but something was very odd for your liking; your best friend’s been been acting weird lately. whenever you mention what happened past morning, he would shove on your face about a meme he recently found and laugh out loud. he’s basically changing the topic in purpose, you thought.

completely done with his stupid antics, you stabbed your fork soundly on the cafeteria table, just nearly around jisung’s pinky finger. the boy yelped in surprise, as well as yours and his other best friend felix — who dropped his food to the ground from his mouth, gross.

you snarled at him and went up to his face closer, eyes squinting. “why are you ignoring my questions, han jisung?” you hissed at him and he gulped. felix couldn’t do anything but munch on his popcorn in the corner while watching the both of you.

“let me ask you once again, why did you spam me memes a while ago at 3 fucking am?” at your question, felix snorted and choked on his salad. you two turned at him, jisung patting his back as the dude kept on coughing while you offered him water.

after regaining, felix cackled and wiped off his fake tears. “is it the ones you said to me as well at 3 fucking am, jisung?”

your attention piqued at what your other best friend has said, with jisung gulping in the corner. “shit,” he cursed under his breath.

not wanting to be spilling the damned tea, felix swiveled his fork on his pasta and shoved it in his mouth. with a mouthful of carbohydrates, he told you, “jhusth buhck rwead ith, y/n, yor'rr knohw uhverythungh, bohoho,”

at this, you opened your phone and started doing so. jisung tensed at this and snatched your phone, running off to somewhere. you shouted his name and went off to follow him as well. felix just stared at the two of you, amused; he shook his head and just finished his plate.

“han jisung! give me back my phone you uncultured swine!” you yelled through the halls, getting some students’ attentions but you didn’t mind them. meanwhile, he stuck his tongue out to you and kept on running until the two of you reached the rooftop.

out of breath, panting, you stopped and tried to catch your breath for a moment — it’s a good thing jisung easily gets exhausted just like you are. “jesus, jisung it was quite a run,” you commented and he giggled at this.

you regained your breath, walking up to him closer and he didn’t seem to run away at this. you offered your hand at him, taking a cue that you’ll be taking what’s yours back.

he sighed at this deeply, “fine,” he grumbled, placing your phone on your hands. “you’ll find it out anytime soon anyways,”

“find out what?” you asked him, tilting your head to the side. he avoided eye contact with you since his heart can’t just take your cuteness.

“letting yourself know before i myself told you about it isn’t the best so, hmm,” he spoke and sighed once again. his eyes found yours and stared at them deeply, unable to take his gaze away from it. “y/n, i—” and here goes the bell ringing.

his eyes sparkled in relief but grief as well at the same time. ‘stupid bell,’ he thought, but he was glad that it rang. it was not yet the right time, that’s what he at least think for now. “i’ll just tell you after school, y/n, come one let’s go now, class is starting,”

when he turned away, you called for him. “jisung,” he crooked his neck to your side and saw you smiling. “i like you too,” you said quickly and speed off to your class.

jisung’s cheeks flushed beet red at the sudden confession and his eyes were wide as saucers.

of course, you knew — you didn’t need him to tell it to you directly, you didn’t need to backread on your chat; all you needed was just to see felix’s message notification on what jisung feels about you.

felix: ok just dammit u two for leaving me, but jisung likes u ok? ok. whoops i spilled the tea soooo i’ll shut up now n dONT TELL JISUNG I TOLD U!!!

[tae-kun]

If the Main Reason why you log onto Tumblr is for Porn, then you don’t understand what made Tumblr special in the first place

Tumblr is not a Porn Site

It was never intended to be, so for the people that are saying stuff like “Tumblr never supported our sex work anyway” you’re 100% correct. Being allowed to post Pornography isn’t the same as being a source for it. Over the years Tumblr has been ran rampant with porn to the point that content creators that did other stuff that didn’t relate to porn slowly started to go to other platforms; Since their work was being overshadowed by the sheer volume of porn and they struggled to get any attention on their work.

You people are acting like Tumblr is attacking sex workers as if this was their main and only place to earn money for their work.

There are porn sites that are made to promote AND support sex workers. Hell PornHub will pay people for their sextapes and has multiple systems in place for them to make money off Ad revenue alongside having a tip system, content protection and other stuff

Anyone that was serious about their sex work would have been using sites like this instead of relying on Tumblr as a main source of revenue or promotion.

Tumblr is a trash place to try to promote anything! Constant spamming of bots and tags, No reliable Notification system or way for your followers to see you’re new posts out of the sea of reblogs. So to act like these new changes are going to serious kill anyone that is in the sex work is flat out outrageous.

Hell a majority of the popular porn that was on here wasn’t even from amateurs making videos on here. People were taking porn from porn sites and making blogs centered around it and would constantly flood their blogs with this content which would then, overshadow any amateur worker on here that made their own work; since they had no to even compete with the constant bombardment of daily new stuff that these blogs were taking and using.

People would steal other peoples videos and get popular of it without even crediting the original creator and would even go as far as to SELL these videos and make more money of it than the actual people in the damn video.

So Tumblr was never an ideal place for sex work to begin with, so throw that excuse out. Most people only used Tumblr to promote their private snapchat or onlyfans account which you can still do in a regular selfie or post. There are thousands of people on Instagram making hundreds and thousands of dollars doing the same thing and they don’t have one titty out on their page. Just tight clothing and skimpy outfits.

If you’re really upset that you can’t watch porn on here after Dec 17

At first it was funny seeing people joke about the porn being gone. But some of y’all are really upset and mad that you need to actually go to a porn sites to watch porn???

Some of y’all don’t even post nudes or create anything that could be considered sexual and y’all saying “ima delete my blog since tumblr is trying to silence me”

(Side Note: Just because your post got flagged doesn’t mean it will be deleted. They already said stuff like this would happen as they added in this new system. So mistakes like these are bound to happen and will most likely be fixed in a week or so and have no negative affect on your blog. Y’all really acting like Tumblr is out to silence your love for cats and landscapes 🙄)

Like i said before there are plenty of sites to watch porn on and if your favorite sex worker is serious about their job then you will see them on there. Which only makes things easier for both of you. But lets be honest, most of y’all just like the idea of seeing porn without having to actually look for it, like it’s some nasty secret. On Tumblr you couldn’t escape porn even if you searched things that were unrelated to it. Tumblr gave you guys the perfect cover up for it and you guys went overboard with it and here we are. People are so quick to compare this issue to other Tumblr problems but there was never a issue as big as people with dick profile pics dming you no matter who you were (kids or adults)  and sending you nude pics; then Porn Bots popped up under everyone’s post no matter if you had the safety lock on or not.

You guys made hundreds of post saying how much you hate porn blogs getting tens of thousands of notes in agreement about it, You guys would put “no porn blogs allowed” in your description box or something similar in meaning.

And now when Tumblr puts a system in place to directly remove it, you guys try to back pedal and claim that it will kill sex workers, freedom of speech and sexuality based off opinions, assumptions and things that aren’t even in the policy change.

Some of y’all honestly suggested “Just add a age verification system” as a way to fix the porn issue.... That shit ain’t never worked since 2002! I got so use to lying on those things that i sometimes forget that i’m grown and that i don’t need to put “01/11/1975″

The only people that this severely hurts are

1a) People that steal porn from other sites to use on their blog to get followers, to then try sell promo slots

1b) People that are stealing other sex workers content and illegally selling them

2) Child Porn Blogs

THAT’S IT

And Honestly is that really a bad thing? Getting rid of people that were stealing other peoples stuff and making money off it and pedophiles.

The way tumblr was set up allowed blogs like these to thrive without any risk, outside of getting their blog deleted (just to make a new one) and it only continued the flood of porn which became the breeding grounds for Porn Bots

Tumblr is suppose to be a place to freely express all forms of art, ideas, and conversations. But because of the nonstop flood of porn, most people only know it for Porn and Emo kids. Which brings me back to my original statement

This isn’t a Porn Site

Porn became so over flooded on here that you didn’t even need to search to find it. All you had todo is take off the safe lock and search anything, even a city. There would be hundreds of porn pics and videos in every slot. And before you say “well just keep the safety lock on”

Any content that had cursing, fighting or even slight nudity got put behind there. So unless you were just on here for kpop, aesthetics and Steven Universe you weren’t really seeing anything different with that lock on.

( Another Side Note: For you people trying to compare the porn flood to white supremacy blogs need to stop it. All the time i’ve been on here i have never NEEEVVVEEER accidentally came across any pro white supremacy post or blog unless it was someone exposing them and their stupidity which would then cause them to delete their blog. If you are constantly seeing anything Pro Nazi, Pro White Supremacy, Pro homophobia or anything similar that supports bigotry; then you are actively searching for it and follow these people. These blogs don’t even make up 5% of the content seen on here with or without the lock. So trying to say that Tumblr supports these blogs since they’re still around is Mr. Fantastic level of reaching. These blogs have never been a serious issue to the point that Nazi Bots were created saying “Hate jews and blacks clck here for more ;)”. So stop this weak comparison.)

I created a Tumblr and made it one of my main platforms to create content on because of the communities and people i found on here.

I found Great stories and Dope artist on here. I found people being able to fully express themselves and find an audience for them that helped share their work through a simple reblog. But if you’ve been noticing or have been on here long enough, most content creators don’t use Tumblr as their main platform to create or promote their content anymore. And why would they?

People barely activate their notifications for blog updates, It’s hella hard to find an audience through the constant reblogging of already popular stuff From Vine and Twitter, people rarely go outside of tumblr to support peoples stores or websites. Hell most artist on here that become popular on here that get continued support are the ones that have made or continue to make some kind of pornography of real or fictional characters. It’s hella rare to find any artist that hasn’t made any porn, that is equally popular or supported like the ones that have; which just goes back to people thinking Tumblr is for porn.

Tumblr isn’t even against the idea of expressing yourself or art through nudity as their post and policy change explicitly explained. And people’s content that’s getting flagged that doesn’t go against that policy is a problem THAT THEY SAID WOULD HAPPEN as they get everything in order with their new system

All of these long post that people are writing about it that and they themselves forgot to do some basic reading on the topic. 

Tumblr Staff- “Certain types of artistic, educational, newsworthy, or political content featuring nudity are fine. Don’t upload any content, including images, videos, GIFs, or illustrations, that depicts sex acts.

This isn’t an attack on people’s ability to speak out or embrace themselves. They are directly trying to remove Porn which they won’t be able to fully do, even Instagram and Twitter can’t do that; no public site with millions of people can. But they’re at least trying to get rid of the constant overflow of it. 

It’s so sad to see hundreds and thousands of you saying “i only used Tumblr for porn” because that just shows how derailed this site has become and why Tumblr had to make these extreme decisions especially after being removed from app stores because of the child pornography.

If you’re going to leave because you can’t make porn on here: I can see why you would do that but there is no reason to. You can still use your blog to promote your stuff and make teases of your work that can be found or bought else where. Tumblr was never a reliable place for sex work and i highly recommend using Sites that will actually protect your work and put some money in your pockets while doing it

If you’re leaving because you can’t watch porn on here: You probably weren’t supporting anyone really and only made the influx of porn worse, making it harder for other content users to be seen. If you were supporting actual sex workers on here then continue to do so, I’m sure anyone serious would have more than just tumblr as their main platform.

For those that got popular and made money off other people sex work: So long and farewell

For the Child Porn Blogs: Hope you get mental help or burn. Either or is fine with me

For the people that may get upset by this: Correct me, Prove me wrong, Let’s have a whole serious discussion about this and hear each others side with no fighting or disrespect :D 

For all of Us: Lets actually support and help the people that really make Tumblr the gem that it is. Lets make this platform be known for creative people and unique ideas; and communities that actually comfort and understand us. Let’s actually make this platform something that’s known for more than just Porn and Emo Kids.

Regardless i hope that everyone can calm down and act like there’s more here than just porn..

[daddygraves]

To the person who calls themselves @Hiddlestwinkle/@percivalharder

I tried to do this quietly and discreetly, by messaging you, but it’s clear you want to have your temper tantrum in public to stir up as much drama as possible. A week ago, you followed me and spammed my notifications with likes. A few days after, I noticed a post that looked eerily similar to mine: 

my post, from november last year:

your post, from 1 week ago: 

my post from months ago: 

your post from very recently:

@internalizedobscurial​ called you out when she saw you had stolen another person’s post (the one that you used in your callout post against us), and after Steve did that, you then proceeded to harass us on a bunch of different accounts. Yes, you have multiple accounts. Stop using them to harass us, stop making more to keep stalking us. (we know @percivalharder is you, not your friend. You both use exactly the same speech patterns, as @internalizedobscurial will elaborate on) You keep messaging us on all these accounts, apologising repeatedly when all we wanted was for you to delete the posts in question, which you have not done. Apologies don’t mean shit if you don’t act upon them. I don’t want paragraphs of apologies; I want you to stop recycling other people’s content, including my own, and passing it off as yours. That is STEALING, regardless of if it’s memes or just silly content. It’s still theft, and definitely won’t make you any friends.   I hoped we had just had similiar ideas. But then I remembered you had only recently started following me, and spammed me with heaps of likes:  A screenshot from 9 days ago (see the timestamp at the bottom of the notes):

I have over 80 consecutive notes from you going through my old content... So when I found you had copied those two posts, I confronted you privately, because I like to give people the benefit of the doubt. I’m not one to confront people unless absolutely necessary, and my blog is very lighthearted and fun, which was why I was so hurt to see these posts circulating that were very clearly similar to mine.   But rather than asking to see proof of your stealing once I mentioned it to you, you immediately just apologised. ???? Is that not an admission of guilt, since you already knew you had stolen ideas from me? Usually when you’re accused of something, you want evidence. Well here it is, as provided above.  Furthermore, Steve did a little digging (give em the receipts, Steveo): I’m not the only person you have stolen from. This isn’t a once off, you’re a repeat offender who really does not care. There are multiple twitter accounts blowing up Steve’s inbox saying how you stole their videos and content from other fandoms, llike the avengers video and posted it on your fairly popular IG, which is filled with stolen content. This is just one person from twitter, who has found you stole their stuff...:  Screenshot courtesy of @internalizedobscurial​ of someone whose content you stole, @hiddlestwinkle:

You deleted the stolen video seen above, but guess what??? You have since stolen more content..... And here is your Instagram account, filled with stolen content from other twitter users like @lokified​, who I know, and god knows who else:   https://www.instagram.com/evans.hiddles.cheekbones/

Having 11.K Instagram followers does not give you the right to steal; nobody gets away with it. Leaving someone’s  Yet you clearly have not learnt your lesson. I blocked you, to stop you looking at my stuff and potentially stealing more. Then, you go and make this public callout post after Steve and I have both asked you to please stop, and randomly message @colinforreal​ and god knows how many others, trying to stir up other blogs against us? Like, why???

What are you trying to achieve here, exactly, by involving people who have nothing to do with this? You wanted screenshots? There they are, where everyone can see them, plus the proof that you have been copying mine and others’ posts.   I didn’t want to make this public because the fandom has had enough drama as it is. But stealing? That is not acceptable. I have been nice to you, I have listened to your apologies despite the fact they clearly mean nothing to you as you keep doing this. RECAP: - @hiddlestwinkle followed me a week or so ago and spammed me with likes - Hiddlestwinkle then stole two of my posts - @Internalizedobscurial found hiddlestwinkle had been stealing others content, and called them out. - Hiddlestwinkle spammed me with apologies, not denying they had stolen from me or deleting the content you stole. -When I confronted them, they did not deny it or ask for evidence, just apologised again rather that do the right thing and DELETE.  - Hiddlestwinkle made fake accounts such as @percivalharder and keeps harassing Steve saying ‘my friend’ is sorry and trying to get Steve to stop calling them out but STILL NOT DELETING THE CONTENT THAT AINT YOURS - Hiddlestwinkle then calls us both out in public and message other blogs like @colinforreal who AREN’T INVOLVED to try and shame us and turn everyone against us, when this should have been dealt with privately.  

I am not trying to get you banned, or hated on, or upset you, Hiddlestwinkle. All I want you to do is stop stealing others’ work. 

You have plenty of your own content ideas.  I’m only going to ask you once more before I block you into the next dimension, Eunice, @hiddlestwinkle @percivalharder, whatever URL you are using to stalk us and steal from us now....

STOP IT. 

[ravenclawravings]

Tag Game

Hi all! Recently we have been tagged in a bunch of those tag games. So instead of clogging your newsfeed we decided to combine a bunch into one post.

Here are some of you who tagged us! (I tried to find you all but, we get a lot of notifications and Tumblr makes it very hard to sort through them)

Tagged by: @headcanonsandmore 

@fuckitup-in-style,

@acciohermionejg

@iamskylorsaurus

@unusuallyzealousburgette

Gender: Both of us are girls.

Birthday: Zoe: March 28th. Alex: March 11th

Last movie seen: Zoe: Dunkirk Alex: Star Wars: The Last Jedi

What do you post/reblog: Zoe: A bunch of random crap. Alex: On this blog we post #relatable content. On my personal I just shitpost

Last thing you Googled: Zoe: “List of apex predators” Alex: “how do radiators know when to turn on”

Favorite blog: Zoe: No idea. Alex: @myendlessparade has some dank content ;)

Dream job: Zoe: Writer/ youtuber but I’m bad at both Alex: YouTuber or a paid/professional internet content creator

Dream trip: Zoe: I don’t know, I haven’t been to Japan before, I guess Alex: I really want to go to Germany but, I’d love to go anywhere in Europe. Or anywhere outside the US. Or anywhere really.

What would be your first entry in a new diary: Zoe: I don’t diary Alex: Probably something really random, a random thought perhaps. All of my past journals are filled with weird shit like “Tap Dancing Cat Play” with zero context

Top 3 things you love about yourself: Zoe: Why is this so hard? Can I say things I love about Alex instead? 1) She’s smart and funny and a great person to be around. 2) She’s creative and works so hard on the things she’s passionate about. 3) She’s supportive and understanding and all around a great friend. Alex: d’awwwww <3 turning the tables now - here are three reasons I love Zoe: 1. She’s a very accepting, patient and understanding friend. 2. She’s full of good ideas and the reason we started this blog. Also partly convinced me to pursue YouTube seriously (speaking of we need to do something about the gaming channel) 3. She has a very dark and dry humor, we can talk and laugh for hours

3 things you wish you knew how to do: Zoe: 1) Drive stick, 2) speak a different language (I’ve tried, I’m really bad at it), 3) manage my finances Alex: 1. Make gifs, 2. play an instrument, 3. drive??!?

Something you wish you had discovered/invented first: Zoe: I honestly don’t know. Alex: I asked Jake what to say and he said “submarines.” So I guess submarines

3 qualities you like in a person: Zoe: 1) their sense of humor, 2) intelligence, 3) creativity Alex: 1. taste in media, 2. humor, 3. uniqueness

3 qualities you dislike in a person: Zoe: 1) Cockiness, 2) overly defensive, 3) when someone talks over someone else and especially when they don’t stop and listen when the first person tries to keep talking Alex: 1. Selfishness, 2. carelessness, 3. when they walk slowly in front of me

Favorite planet: Zoe: I guess technically Earth because I live here, but viva la Pluto! Alex: Mars! Mars has such a vast history for such a barren planet.

A resolution you make every year: Zoe: I don’t make resolutions. Alex: I don’t really make resolutions but, I try to be less hard on myself each year

Something you’re better at than most people: Zoe: Um... writing? Alex: Video editing

Something you’re worse at than most people: Zoe: Talking to other people. Alex: Making friends

Favorite thing about tumblr: Zoe: Memes? Alex: MEMES and cute animal pictures

Least favourite thing about tumblr: Zoe: The entire way that this site is set up is like someone threw darts at a board and went “so this goes here, and uh, I guess that’s how we do this...” Alex: Dear god, this website is designed poorly for blog runners! There is no clear way to sort notifications, you either get them all or none at all. Also there have been times when a queued post just doesn’t post or tags just delete themselves while you’re typing them.

Weapon of choice: Zoe: Knives or a bow and arrow (I’m actually quite good at archery) Alex: Uh, none...

Something not many people know about you:  Zoe: I was going to be in a production with my dad trying to break the world record of most roller coasters ridden in a day, but the plans everything fell through about midway through, so it never happened. Alex: In middle school I used wear one ankle sock and one knee high because...fashion...?

Favorite means of transport: Zoe: I like driving, but if I’m going into the city, I’m taking the train. Alex: God, I hate all means of transportation. It’s all bad. Let’s just learn how to teleport already

Favorite story: Zoe: Harry Potter Alex: A New Hope

Chicken or egg: Zoe: Dinosaur Alex: I was going to say chicken but, Zoe’s answer is the really the best one

Something that always makes you laugh: Zoe: Cats. Alex: When Zelda yells around the apartment at her toys

What is the strangest thing about you: Zoe: You should see some of the texts I send Alex. Alex: just who I am as a person

You get to switch places with someone for a day, who is it and why: Zoe: Can I switch places with my cat? Alex: I’m stealing Zoe’s answer. Fuck yeah! I’d love to be Zelda for a day!

Name: Zoe Alex

Nicknames: Zoe: None Alex: Weasel

Height: Zoe: 5′7″ Alex: 5′3″

Orientation: Zoe: Hell if I know Alex: straight

Nationality: Zoe: I’m a US and UK citizen. Alex: ‘murican

Favorite Fruit: Zoe: Banana? Alex: Oranges

Favorite Season: Zoe: Fall Alex: Fall

Favorite Flower: Zoe: Roses Alex: Blue Roses! (only people from high school will get this joke and none them follow me....)

Favorite Scents: Zoe: Burning wood Alex: Most any candle

Favorite Color: Zoe: Purple Alex: Purple

Favorite Animals: Zoe: Cheetah, wolves, sea pancake Alex: Zelda!

Coffee, Tea or Hot Chocolate: Zoe: Depends on my mood Alex: All of the above, please

Average Sleep Hours: Zoe: 6 Alex: 8?

Dog or Cat Person: Zoe: Both Alex: Love both but, I really like cats

Favorite Fictional Characters: Zoe: Oh god, Aragorn, Harry Potter, Sirius Black, Gandalf, don’t make me choose, I could keep going. Alex: Han Solo, The Master, Mac, Michael Scott, Squidward (??), I don’t know man!

Number of Blankets You Sleep with: Zoe: Anywhere between 1 and 4 Alex: Normally one but, if it’s real cold, two or more

Blog Created: Zoe: This blog was created a little over a year ago, my personal blog was created something like nine years ago I think. Alex: Mine was made like 6 years ago?

Number of Followers: 48,100

Random fact: Zoe: When people are hanged, they die from lack of blood flow to the brain. Alex: Most female cats are right pawed

Star sign: Zoe: Aries Alex: Pisces

Hogwarts House: Take a guess

Why I made this account: Zoe: I made the account because I wanted something to do, and then I invited Alex to be a part of it with me. Alex: What she said ^

Reason for url: Alliteration is cool?

My favorite writer: Zoe: It changes all the time. Alex: Dr. Seuss

My favorite book: Zoe: Harry Potter? Alex: I have no clue?

My favorite movie: Zoe: Lord of the Rings Alex: Oh dear, I don’t know... Ed Wood (1994) ?

Time: Zoe: 15:46 Alex: 9:58pm

Favourite bands: Zoe: Queen, The Who, FOB, Muse, a lot. Alex: Fall Out Boy, Imagine Dragons, Panic! at the Disco

Favourite solo artists: Zoe: No clue Alex: Uh none? I don’t really listen to music besides the three bands listed and movie soundtracks

Song stuck in my head: Zoe: Right now, it’s “I’m Only Joking” by Kongos Alex: “Champion” by Fall Out Boy

Last show I watched: Zoe: NCIS Alex: I don’t really know. It’s between The Punisher, Black Mirror and Peep Show. I watch so many things I forget when I last watched it

Do I get asks: Zoe: Not really. Alex: We get asks here pretty often. I never get any personally - except spam

Lucky number: Zoe: 13 Alex: 3

Instruments: Zoe: I played the clarinet ages ago, and I sorta learned Violin for a little bit, but if you asked me to play any instrument now, I’d probably suck. Alex: I am not talented enough

What I am wearing: Zoe: Plaid and leggings. Alex: Grey and black sweater, leggings and draped in a blanket 

Favourite food: Zoe: I want pancakes right now, so let’s go with that? Alex: I’m so bad at picking favorite things! I just love food!

Last book I read: Zoe: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (it’s tradition for me to reread all the novels every year, and I was late last year, so I only just finished it in time) Alex: The Disaster Artist

3 favorite fandoms: Zoe: Oh, god... Harry Potter, LotR, and i guess certain youtubers? Alex: uh, that changes depending on how I’m feeling. Right now, probably, Star Wars, YouTube and something else?

[huntypastellance]

A follow up to the posts about the Nazi art (drawn by a Klance artist), the Pride Parade Klance sign & all those edits where Sheith scenes in canon got turned into Klance ROMANTIC scenes by people who constantly spam “I ONLY SEE THEM AS BROTHERS, BROGANES, THAT’S SUCH A PLATONIC BROGANES SCENE” everywhere.

NOTE: This is referring to the Klancedom, NOT Klance shippers. If you do NOT do any of these things, this post is NOT talking about you.

This interview has been approved of by MisterPoofOfficial (names were blacked out at her request).

Do NOT harass any of these people in the screenshots.

The events:

> Misterpoof creates a parody animatic of the Heathers song “Dead Girl Walking” & makes it a Sheith video. At this point, Poof was already known for not wanting to make any content for Klance & only making content for Sheith, Keitor, Pance & gen stuff.

> Klancers fill the comments section, whining for a Klance version. Misterpoof blacklists the word “klance” from her notifications & deletes all comments mentioning them. Poof’s fans tell the klancers to knock it off.

> A Klancer makes a yandere Klance PORN version of Poof’s animatic, directly advertising it on the comments of Poof’s animatic. (Keith & Lance semi-graphically have sex in this video).

Lord Pastel Lance: The Klance version was Keith TRYING TO RAPE AN UNWILLING LANCE (he gives in after Keith "reasons" with him) Oh god, klancers Never change Poof: Oh dear lord;;;; that’s gross I didn’t even watch the video, I was too scared it was gonna look like mine;;;” Lord Pastel Lance: NOPE It's got yandere creep faces & is genuinely disturbing with dark colors & Lance PHYSICALLY shoving Keith away from him And like, actual sex Like, they fuck

> Meanwhile, as Klancers & antis flock to the Klance version, the plagiarist upvotes & responds positively to anti-Sheith & anti-Poof comments. She claims that she admires Poof’s stuff even though it’s Sheith & she hates Sheith & doesn’t like going on Sheith vids while also saying that Sheith content on youtube should not exist at all (even joking that she will start a ship war).

Poof: And my video was dedicated to my friends--It wasn’t even supposed to be taken seriously yet people think that me assigning Lance as the "bad guy" means that I hate him Lord Pastel Lance: Seriously, who says "I was inspired by Poof" & then promotes & likes comments basically saying "I hate Poof & Poof's stuff".

> She even went so far as to react negatively & shut down an upset Sheith fan who was just asking for others to let people ship whatever they want. > She also agrees (multiple times) with fans that gay sex is sin & that they are sinners for getting off to her Klance porn video. > She also claims to be a 14 year old who openly draws BL porn on her parents’ laptop & says that she got all her knowledge from BL stuff & yaoi.

Lord Pastel Lance: Google research: literally just a click away Poof: Honestly......I mean they’re using their parent's computer after all Lord Pastel Lance: They already drew twinks fucking on their parents' computer Are they seriously that worried that their parents will see them reading about gay sex

> She also linked Poof’s video directly on her Klance video & self-promoed her klance version directly in the comments of Poof’s vid. (And mentioned how much she hated Sheith). [Reminder that the Klance version was watched predominately by Klancers/antis who were bashing Poof for not making Klance stuff. This was essentially painting a huge bulls-eye on Poof. And that the Klance artist was encouraging these types of comments in her own comment section.]

Poof: The comments I’ve gotten in the video (are removed) -- I’ve been called a "pedophile" for liking Sheith and making content for it -- another comment was talking about age discourse (also removed) I recall getting a comment (also removed) saying this wouldve been better with Klance

> Poof finally disables all comments (just on her Heathers video though).

Lord Pastel Lance: Also They're blaming YOU & your fans in the comments Poof: I KNOW I READ IT AND IT’S RIDICULOUS

Lord Pastel Lance: ??? If they wanted to apologize, why didn't they just send you a fucking ask? Poof: Exactly??? I have my tumblr and twitter on my about on youtube Lmao they could’ve looked and said sorry instead of talking shit

Poof: I found this in my Dead Keith Walking part 2 Lord Pastel Lance: Amazing Poof: Funny.....You say that Lord Pastel Lance: And yet they can't seem to send you a single comment apology Poof: Yup Lord Pastel Lance: It costs zero dollars to say "sorry for causing people to bash on you" Like damn gurl, you don’t need a tumblr to talk to misterpoof Poof: Exactly??? And they don't know how to use it ------------------------------------------- Lord Pastel Lance: By the way, Did the plagiarist ever apologize to you (directly) on tumblr/youtube? Poof: Nope! Never got a single message from them apologizing to me Lord Pastel Lance: Damn It's been like a whole week or so, right? Poof: Yeah Lord Pastel Lance: Even toddlers can use smartphones to google "how 2 do this" now Poof: Lmao true Lord Pastel Lance: Seriously, there is no way that it takes them over a week to figure out "HOW DO I SEND POOF AN ASK ON TUMBLR" Poof: I mean sure they're new to it and they don't know how to use tumblr, but seriously, it's not so hard to just go to my channel and apologize or send me a message Lord Pastel Lance: Yeah, but A WEEK In 2017 Plus they already send you comments on youtube There's nothing stopping them from sending you an apology On youtube Poof: Mhm ------------------------------------------- Poof: So apparently they "apologized", but through instagram and it was just...

:/ You know, I was expecting a message since there is an option on instagram. Not...being tagged in something where everyone can see it.......... I checked my instagram for once jfc, I don't go on it often, but they tagged me in their post to say "sorry"... Lord Pastel Lance: With like zero context Poof: Yup They just straight up said "I’m sorry" and nothing else :/ Lord Pastel Lance: Sorry for what? Plagiarizing? Shitting on you? Self-promo-ing in the comments of your own vids? Promoting comments that shit on you & your vids? That's SO vague Poof: Exactly??? I'm not replying back to the post because not only is it awkward, but it's just not right to forgive them for what they've done Lord Pastel Lance: I don't think they've fully understood their part in this either I think it's more like a "oh noes, a BNF is upset & people think it's my fault that she's mad!!! D:" sort of thing Poof: Mhm

Twas not the straw that broke the camel’s back, but a never-ending pile of sticks instead.

The entitled hypocrisy of the Klancedom is outrageous.

Claiming to loathe Sheith, but constantly looking at Sheith content & whining to the creators that the content would be “so much better if it was Klance & Broganes instead”. Taking no responsibility when people use your Sheith->Klance content to harass the original creators. Excusing anything & everything fucked up that a Klance fan does with “they didn’t know any better!” even though everybody in the discourse is talking through the INTERNET -- the information multilingual multicultural highway. Encouraging discourse & ship hate while pretending to be ignorant about it. Dismissing all the harassment shaladins receive while using the “Not All Klancers” card whenever shaladins complain about the harassment. Doing NOTHING to stop/prevent the Klantis from harassing people while you yourself bitch endlessly about how Shaladins are such hypocrites for generalizing Klance fans as hate-spamming anti-Sheith douchebags. Calling yourself an anti to “protect children & the LGBTQ+ community” while squealing happily about how gay sex is “sin” unironically.

The second you start allowing/encouraging people to trash on someone, who you CLAIMED to like, & that person’s stuff, which you REPEATEDLY mentioned that you dislike, you have chosen a side in the discourse. You are NOT being neutral.

You don’t want to get involved in discourse? Fine. THEN DON’T GET INVOLVED AT ALL.

[the-pandora-box-moved]

what did rebelbaze do? ik a lot of stuff but whats on par with discourseprincesa im outta the loop!!

I mean, they don’t really compare to a perisex cishet white woman pretending to be lgbt+ woman of colour but they’re really fucking close when it comes to their behaviour towards other people. They constantly like to harass aspec people/inclusionists, go through their blogs to spam them with comments, nitpick at everything, speak over aspec and other lgbt+ people and have MULTUM of blogs mainly dedicated to discourse so good luck blocking and avoiding them (especially that once they had a separate blog just so they could continue to harass people after they have blocked them). But what pisses me off the most the constant assumption that aphobe = lgbt+ person and the amount of misinformation they’re spreading about asexuality with bullcrap blogs like asexualmeansnosex, saying that ace means you don’t like/have sex even when actual ace people told them otherwise and just supporting and fueling the whole sex shaming problem asexuality has (especially to other aspec people).

And I hate them personally because on my old ace blog they started a harassment campaign against me because I got pissed that people assume aphobe means lgbt+ people and said not  to compare lgbt+ people to bigoted shits who are largely a cishet conservative (usually homophobic and transphobic too) who want aspec people dead, abuse and even rape them. My abusive family is also aphobic which was very triggering to me at the time (like wow thanks for saying that my abusive cishet grandma is lgbt+ now because she wants me fucking dead) which didn’t help the whole situation. And the motherfucker had the nerve to spread the rumour that I said all lgbt+ people were abusers and rapists so now I was harassed, intentionally triggered and send death threats for fucking three days straight. THREE FUCKING DAYS. I had non-stop panic attacks, cried like hell, actually considered harming myself or committing suicide, all because of some motherfucker wanting another target to harass and make fun of. And they also accused me of being racist because I used Shiro (from Voltron) as an icon and nameclaim, which is I admit as a white person that was pretty iffy, but I was young and I coped by projecting onto Shiro and I grew really attached to him. But then again, it was a few years ago, so imagine you’re the anon who’s been sending non-stop hate to this minor for three days straight, they’re in the middle of a panic attack, considering suicide, and you send them a message saying that they’re shitty and racist for nameclaiming a character they were coping with, like what did you expect to happen? “Oh, I’m sorry it won’t happen again” or me not thinking rationally, taking it personally after all the attacks and telling them to fuck off? Anyway, that last part wasn’t rebelblaze, it was an anon so idk who it was, I got a lil sidetracked but this whole bullshit was started by rebelblaze. And they’ve been harassing people ever since. I blocked them and ignored all their messages since, I don’t think they even realise what they caused but fuck that, I’m still mad.

I got to interact with both of them, I was one of the unfortunate souls who got on the DiPshit’s wrong side and was harassed by her and her pawns too. But rebelblaze is something else, discourseprincessa was annoying and stubborn and a fucking prick, but rebelblaze? Oh man, they’re just infuriating, I cannot believe somebody can be this ignorant and uninformed yet still so fucking stubborn and thinking they’re right. It’s kind of like talking with a flatearther. DiP was kind of a person that I’d see in my notifications and went “ugh, this shit again? fine”, like she was abusive as fuck and fucking annoying, but whenever I see rebelblaze I’d rather take a bullet to the head instead of reading one of their bullshit messages again. I swear they just copy-paste the actual arguments, they’re like a broken record playing over and over again. And you can’t argue with them like you’d use logic and they still go on and on about their fucking bullshit.

I’m just waiting for the day till the little annoying shitbag deletes their blog, and preferably deletes themself from the universe too.

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OSFTSB ~ Ch. 3 Reminisce

Stretching as much as one could on a couch, Yoongi opened his eyes to see another day. His first thoughts unsurprisingly were on the man occupying his bed. Yoongi sat up and ran his hand through his bleached blonde locks a few times before shoving the blanket off completely and standing up. He looked around but didn’t see anyone. Perhaps Jungkook was still sleeping. As if he needed that. It was already bad enough that last night had maybe gazed upon the younger as he slept soundly wrapped up in his sheets for a few moments. A few moments being almost twenty minutes. That was much too long but once his feet had taken him from his bathroom, had drank too much water before bed, and planted themselves on the side of his bed he couldn’t seem to move. It was too easy to get lost in his thoughts and much too easy to take in more of face of a friend that he hadn’t seen in years. A face that he never thought he would ever have to go without seeing at one point in time. A face that belonged to the man who made him feel more than any other person ever had before.

Ignoring his bedroom, he didn’t want to get caught in an awkward position, he walked into the kitchen. Sitting along the bar top was a plate with breakfast already made. His mug was next to the plate, waiting for coffee to be poured into it. A small note was placed next to both, scribbled in handwriting that could only be from one person. Did he leave? That was odd, generally, Yoongi would have to kick the kid out of his apartment but… things were different now. It was something he had to keep reminding himself even though they met again for less than 24 hours. He probably would have to for the next week with or without seeing Jungkook again.

Yoongi hyung,

I wanted to thank you for taking me in last night. I appreciate it more than you know. I tried to make you breakfast since I didn’t want to wake you but you only had eggs and teriyaki spam? in your kitchen. What even is spam? Uh, I probably shouldn’t have written that when I cooked it for you. I promise it tastes good… Maybe… Good luck! Coffee is in the pot and your favorite mug is at the ready. Thank you again. If you ever need anything, call me.

Jungkook

P.S. If you don’t have it, here’s my number.

xxx-xxx-xxxx

If it tastes like shit, it’s not my fault ;)

And there it was that one sentence that made Yoongi’s breath hitch, catching in his throat making him at a loss on how to exhale nor inhale.

If you ever need anything, call me.

Call me.

A hand was extended, previously Yoongi would call it a lifeline but it’s not. He can live just fine without Jungkook, he has been for the last couple of years. He’s known Jungkook since he was eight and they moved to the same neighborhood. They lost contact in school a little bit here and there but not enough to ever lose contact completely or not have the others phone number. Even though Yoongi had cut off contact he had never deleted Jungkook’s phone number. Unless the younger had changed it, he could still contact him. In fact, he almost had a multitude of times. Generally, Namjoon would take his phone away, shaking his head and grumbling and Yoongi thanked him for those moments. The first year was extremely hard but time heals everything doesn’t it?

Sliding onto the barstool, Yoongi picked up the coffee pot and poured himself a cup. It wasn’t hot but it was still warm enough to drink. He re-read the note and couldn’t help but laugh at the way Jungkook’s mind went in so many different directions, exposing himself when he didn’t have to. It was just like the younger. Nothing had changed.

“Why is he so cute?”

He spoke quietly into the air, as his eyes read over the note yet again. Letting out a sigh, he pushed the note to the side and stared at the breakfast that had been made for him. It at least looked edible. The eggs weren’t burnt, they were fluffy yellow eggs. Hm, did he have milk too? It wasn’t as if Yoongi didn’t know what was in his fridge but… he didn’t know what was in his fridge. He hadn’t really been home much the past week, holing up in his studio that he finally was able to acquire a few months ago.

He poked at the teriyaki spam a few times before finally picking it up with his chopsticks and trying it. Chewing the smallest bit, he decided that it wasn’t half bad but also didn’t see the appeal. How was this an American staple? That’s what Namjoon had said as he tossed it in the cart. He was going to have to ask his friend later. The spam had been in his pantry for awhile but tasted fine enough.

Yoongi didn’t finish every speck of food on his plate because Jungkook had cooked him a meal but because he didn’t like food going to waste. With his dishes washed and put away, Yoongi made his way back to the living room to grab his phone hopefully before his alarm went off. He certainly had chosen the most obnoxious alarm there was and it did it’s job. Swiping his iPhone from the coffee table, he quickly turned the impending alarm off and opened up his messages.

Joon 8:02am: Don’t forget I need you here by 9:30

Okay, dad. That’s what Yoongi wanted to reply but didn’t. Instead he replied with,

Me 8:41am: Spam can’t possibly be an American staple.

Scrolling through the rest of his notification, his bare feet padded across the cool hardwood floor to his soft carpeted bedroom. The blonde’s phone vibrated in his hand a moment later. Joon scrolling across the top in notification.

Joon 8:42am: It is dude.

Wait did you finally eat it? Isn’t it like a year old?

Pulling out jeans and a graphic tee, he quickly changed and grabbed the nearest beanie. He didn’t have any fucks to give about his hair. Especially not since he slept on it wet and was sure it looked pretty awful. Picking up his phone from the dresser, he clicked on his friend’s message and promptly snorted. Why the hell else would he randomly mention spam...but had it really been a year? Fuck. He really needed to go to the grocery store. Tonight. He would go tonight.

Shoving his phone in the front pocket of his black jeans, he tugged on his beanie once more before grabbing his keys off the nightstand, slipping on his Air Jordan’s and out the door. Namjoon had been requesting his help with some tracks for a project he had been working on. It was something he only did in his spare time between his own gig at the radio station, his own composing and from time to time a show. It was becoming less and less frequent that he actually did shows at clubs but every now and then or when he had some good new material he’d make an appearance.

Namjoon and him had a few places in their old stomping ground that let them do a set almost whenever they wanted. It was a good time and helped to keep his skills sharp. There would never be anything remotely similar to the feeling on standing on stage, bright lights on you obscuring your view, the heat of the crowd wafting over you tinged with the electricity of their energy from their screams. Nothing could compare, a type of high that was certainly better than any drug he had ever tried back in the day. However, work was work and as much passion as he had for the stage he had in music in general. The way he was living now was good. He was able to do what he loved and still make a comfortable living. No, he wasn’t in some million dollar skyrise but when he often lived in his studio more than his own apartment, that was very unnecessary.

Striding through their studio door, Yoongi kicked the door behind him with his foot and handed over one of the coffees occupying his two hands.

“Did you kill me with that spam?” he grumbled to the man that was hunched over the desk scribbling in his notebook. The laptop was open next to the man but he was still putting pen to paper. Waving the coffee in his friends face, the younger looked up and took the coffee with a nod of thanks.

“So, you did eat it. Nah, you'll be fine. That stuff like never goes bad.”

Yoongi eyed him quietly for a moment as he parked himself on the other chair that was to the left of Namjoon. Crossing his right leg over his left he hummed.

“We know who is responsible if I do.”

Namjoon chuckled before taking a sip of his hot coffee and then leaning his elbow on the desk.

“I’m just surprised you actually cooked for yourself this early in the morning.”

Averting his gaze, Yoongi became interested in the lyrics that Namjoon had just been scribbling so furiously. He grunted in reply but that unfortunately wasn’t enough to fool the younger. They had been friends for much too long for either one of the two men to not know when they were hiding something or not revealing all the details. Sitting up straighter in his chair, Namjoon turned towards his hyung and pinned him with a knowing gaze.

“You cooked for someone?”

He asked the question with rising interest and extra emphasis on the word, someone. Yoongi wished there was a way to escape this, which may have been why he was pulling down on his beanie even more. As if it would be able to hide his entire being and end this conversation. He muttered a no, lips brushing against the straw of his Americano. More coffee he didn’t need but felt that he needed to exist.

“Wait… someone cooked you breakfast? Who?” A large hand clapped Yoongi on the back and sent him rocking forward but not enough to launch him from his seat.

“Min Yoongi finally got some. It’s been how many years now. So, who is she? He?”

Hacking up a lung, Yoongi tried to prevent himself from dying. The mention of his non-existent sex life had sent the bitter liquid down the wrong pipe. He really didn’t need a reminder as to how boring his life is or more like he didn’t want to have this discussion with Joon again. For some reason the younger is always worrying about him and being “all pent up” to which Yoongi would always grimace at. He was fine. He didn’t need to fuck around all the time to remain a human being. Though he couldn’t deny that on some days perhaps if he had he wouldn’t be quite as much as a grump as was.

Waving his hand as indication that Namjoon was wrong, the blonde's eyes squeezed shut as he felt the burn in the back of his throat, coughing a few more times before regaining himself once again.

“No? You didn’t get some? Then what the fuck are you cooking that old as fuck spam for?”

Oddly enough, this comment and Namjoon’s incredulous face just made him laugh. His deep yet soft chuckle filled the space between them. He picked up the notebook that Namjoon was writing in and tapped the page.

“Can’t we just work on this. It’s nothing important.” His words were tinged with just the slightest whine but even that didn’t stop Namjoon. Instead it earned him a lack of response. Tossing the notebook back down he turned to look at his best friend. Well, shit.. He had that look, the one that said I’m not doing anything until we talk about this.

“Maybe I should have added some Bailey’s into this.” Yoongi grumbled to himself, luckily for him Namjoon couldn’t hear because he would have gotten a smack for that. The gaze intensified before the younger sat back in his seat and let out a sigh.

“Jungkook-ah made it. It’s all I had in the house, you know I haven’t been home for days.”

Yoongi rambled more than necessary but he couldn’t help it. He was nervous. The last time they had a conversation about Jeon Jungkook. Well, it hadn’t ended well. Not at all. They didn’t speak for three days which is a record because they generally hear from the other at least once a day. He silently cursed himself for letting the fondness slip out in his voice when he spoke the younger's name.

“Jeon Jungkook?”

Yoongi nodded.

“Our Jeon Jungkook?”

Not daring to look into Namjoon’s eyes, he stared at the words on the page that were just blurring together.

“Mm…”

If crickets were active at 9:30 in the morning then you would be able to hear them in the studio right now. It was dead silent and the longer it stretched the more that Yoongi itched to move. Now he wished in his morning stumble that he hadn’t text the other about the spam. He could feel those deep brown eyes of Namjoon’s peering at him. It was unnerving because he knew that the younger was trying to reign in his emotions. For the most part Namjoon was a very calm soul but, there was always something that pushed another. In this case, Jungkook was his button. Don’t get him wrong, Namjoon also adored Jungkook like a younger brother but said younger brother wasn’t supposed to play with his best friends feelings like a dog toy. Or something like that Namjoon had said to Yoongi before.

“Why was he at your place? I thought you didn’t see him anymore, nor talk to him.”

If anyone were to barge into the studio they would think that the two men were having a lover's spat. It certainly sounded like it, the barely restrained anger in Namjoon’s voice and Yoongi shrinking back at it. He finally looked up and met his best friend’s angry yet worried gaze.

“He was crying Joon-ah. Not once but twice. How could I- I couldn’t turn him away. It’s over though, he left this morning and that’s that.” The blonde felt like he was pleading with his best friend and in a way he kind of was. Pleading with him to calm down and not jump to the conclusions that he could feel the other wanting to jump to but was clinging so hard not to.

The other man took in three calming deep breaths before saying anything more to the one person he cared about more than anyone besides his mother. He placed a hand on Yoongi’s knee and the anger was receding but the worry became ever more present.

“Hyung, you can’t do this again-”

“Do what? I haven’t done anything, Joon!” He didn’t want nor need a lecture right now. Yoongi knew that the younger cared but this wasn’t a conversation he wanted to travel down again. They had been there three years ago, it was shitty then and even worse now.

“Hyung, you know this is how it starts. It’s how it always starts. He runs to you whenever life hits a speed bump, you patch him up and then he ignores your feelings all over again. Don’t put yourself through it again.”

Knocking Namjoon’s hand off his knee, emotion broils in his gut and now he’s the one to needs to find a way to keep his cool. His best friend meant well, he knew that he did but he’s skipping so far ahead in a timeline that’s not even close to that. It’s been three years and Yoongi’s done everything to cut Jungkook out and move on with his life, doesn’t that count for something? Shouldn’t that build some trust that he’s not going to fall into the same trap as before.

“It’s been three years, three fucking years. I’ve cut him out, I didn’t seek him out. Why are you acting like I’m some pathetic groupie that can’t get over a one night stand with their idol?! Do you really have so little faith in me? Shit.” Pushing his chair forcefully out from him, Yoongi stood up and strode across the room so he didn’t have to look at his friend as he pulled off his beanie and threw it onto the couch.

“You’re right, it’s been three years Yoongs and you haven’t so much as had a single relationship that lasted more than a few weeks and don’t you dare lie to me about the reason as to why those ended.”

Namjoon turned his chair around to face his hyung’s back. Neither said anything. Yoongi couldn’t. He knew very well the reason his relationships had failed. He’d never been fully invested in the first place. It was a means to get a certain someone off his back. Those had worked sort of but now it was just being thrown in his face.

A loud sigh sounded from the man sitting down,

“Look, I do have faith in you hyung but he has some type of pull over you that nothing can break. I don’t think i can pick up your pieces again. I don’t think you can either. Please… be careful. That’s all I’m saying.”

Yoongi ran a hand through his blonde locks, taking one breath at a time and finding a way to calm himself once more. Namjoon and him rarely fought but they always fought about Jungkook. What the younger had said wasn’t wrong. He would always give his all to Jungkook, they were close and in ways they seemed like a couple. It was easy to blur the lines and hope for more but it was never anything more. Yoongi was the only one who got hurt, always just him. It honestly was the way he preferred it but that still didn’t make it sting any less.

“I care about you, hyung.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. I care about you too. Let just work on those lyrics you got, huh?” He turned around and found his chair again. Pulling it up closer to the desk and picking up his Americano that he had left on the desk in the midst of his rage earlier.

“Alright, I think it’s pretty good but this hook is is lacking something.”

A long finger pointed to the section he was talking about and Yoongi nodded before reading over it for the third time that morning.

“You don’t have his number right?”

“Joon.” Yoongi’s fingers tapped the same spot on the page in warning.

“Alright, alright. I never asked. What do you think?”

The next four hours were spent uninterrupted in the studio and Yoongi would be there for even longer.

Pressing his key into the slot of the lock on his paint peeing green apartment door, Jungkook bit into his bottom lip. The entire way home he couldn’t help but wonder if he had made the right choice. It was honestly too late to be worrying about what was already done. Seeing his hyung again had been a rollercoaster of emotions. However, he welcomed those emotions in comparison to the ones that his ex had left him with.

A part of him would always be happy to see Yoongi. They were such close friends and he never wanted that friendship to end in the first place. It was his fault though, he knew that, understood that. It had taken him much too long to realize that  older man didn’t think of him as just as friend. Or didn’t want to anymore. That he had been silently waiting, hoping for things to progress and in some ways they did progress. The two certainly had moments that their friendship bordered going into a new direction. Even still they were so innocent that they could be overlooked and that was exactly what Jungkook had done. Overlooked Yoongi and his feelings.

One could say that, Yoongi had never properly confessed but that would just be another excuse to make himself feel better. There had been plenty of signs, there had been plenty of people telling him as well that his hyung liked him as more than just a friend and maybe it wasn’t ideal but Yoongi had made himself very clear that one night that everything unraveled for them.

“I can’t do this anymore Jungkook-ah.” The words came out in a shuddering breath, so quiet that the Jungkook could almost wonder if he was just imagining the words.

“Do what?”

His stomach rolled over, an odd type of fear and nerves twisted inside of him and hung there like a brick. The way his hyung wasn’t looking at him, the way he spoke those words scared him.

“This! Us! Friendship!” The explosion of words caught the younger off guard as the explosion of words contrasted so much from the quiet words that were spoken just a moment ago. The second that Yoongi raised his eyes to Jungkook’s it was like the dam had broke and all of his emotions flooded out. The amount that those obsidian eyes could hold felt limitless and Jungkook would be lying if he said he didn’t take a step back because they scared him.

“Hyung?”

His words stuck to his throat, he couldn’t finish them let alone form them. What exactly was he going to say? Jungkook didn’t know, he couldn’t think full sentences. All he could do was stare at the eyes that were practically crying out to him to understand, to notice, to finally notice just what the other was doing to his hyung.

“I can’t watch you be with another person who treats you like crap and have you run to me. I can’t help you. I-I can’t watch the way your eyes light up for another… I can’t continue this in between t-thing. Whatever the fuck that is?! I c-can’t just be your rock anymore.”

The words were cryptic but as clear as ice. Jungkook knew what his hyung was saying, it was obvious. So painfully obvious. The way Yoongi was staring at him, like he was the source of his pain but that he would also take that pain tenfold spoke volumes. It was what the other had been doing all along. Reaching out, he went to take his hyung’s hand only to have it snatched away.

“D-don’t touch me. Don’t pretend that you don’t know what that means for me.”

Jungkook stared down at his hand and then the one that Yoongi yanked away as if he was some demon. It would have hurt if Jungkook didn’t feel so numb. So much information was being shoved at him from all different facets and it was too much. He loved his hyung, but he had never seen him in any other light than friendship. Everything his friends had said were right. And to think he had just laughed it off. Laughed about how Yoongi and him could never be in a relationship right in front of him, that it was the funniest thing he had heard. Jungkook had been cruel.

“I care about you hyung.”

“I know you do Jungkook-ah… but not like that right? Never like that.”

The sadness that was reverberating off of Yoongi, wasn’t something that Jungkook could ignore this time. It held him in it’s grips and kept him frozen. He couldn’t utter a single word. All he could do is stare at his hyung who was bleeding in front of him and wish that he had the answers. Pretend that he didn’t see how those eyes threatened to water, something the elder had only allowed him to see but not anymore.

Jungkook took a step forward and Yoongi a step back. Then another step back and another. Finally, the silence that stretched between them, building a wall that Jungkook couldn’t break down let alone stop it from building.

“It’s okay. I didn’t expect you to anyway. I meant what I said though. I can’t do this anymore.”

Yoongi wouldn’t look at him, Jungkook wanted him to but the reason why was selfish. He knew that if Yoongi would just raise his eyes, that he’d take those words back. That they could fix this and go back to how things were. He willed the elder to but Yoongi didn’t. Instead he turned away.

“I wish you happiness, it’s all I’ve ever truly wanted for you. Sorry, Jungkook-ah.”

The click of the door was the last thing that Jungkook heard and what snapped him back to the present .

“Finally!”

The loud baritone voice made Jungkook jump and he quickly wiped at his eye in hopes of removing any evidence of the rocky emotional state he was in. Turning towards the right, his apartment was small. As soon as you walked in the door you had the kitchen to the left, living room to the right, further ahead was a very small dining room right next to the kitchen and if you walked through the living room to the right there was a hallway with two bedrooms and one bathroom.The nice thing was he had a balcony. His place to escape from life and enter his own little world. His best friend was promptly on his couch, arm hanging along the back of it with him looking up at Jungkook. The flickering of images from the TV could be seen but the volume had been muted as soon as the owner walked through the door.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have given you a set of keys.”

Taehyung scoffed as he waved the younger over. Jungkook rubbed his jaw before tossing his keys and wallet onto the small table at the entranceway, trudging over sullenly. He wasn’t looking forward to this chat but maybe he should have replied to the other earlier and then he wouldn’t have to.

“Where’d you go last night? Not h-” Immediately Jungkook interjected with a firm,

“No.”

Widening his eyes slightly, the raven haired man patted the empty space on the couch next to him. Jungkook sunk right into the cushion and let out a long sigh.

“O-kay, so not there… then where? You don’t really do one night stands even though I’ve told you over and over you should get your rocks off some. It’s a great way, no strings and they leave immediately after or morning of if you like to snuggle. You’re totally a snuggler. I mean any time we sleep together it’s like trying to get out of a choke hold-”

“Tae... “ Jungkook raised his hand in motion to stop his friend from continuing his ramblings. The man always got distracted so easily.

“Why do you think I got laid anyway? It’s been a few days.”

“Right, it’s been a few days so you might need-” A hand covered Taehyung’s mouth and Jungkook looked at his friend incredulous, where did he get this type of sexual appetite from and why was he projecting it onto him? Sometimes he really couldn’t handle Taehyung.

“Since the break… break up. Is your mind always in the gutter?” He removed his hand and was shaking his head in disbelief. Looking a little sheepish, Taehyung shrugged his shoulders.

“I know what works for me but really Kookie. I know you needed some time alone but I’m worried about you.”

“I know, Tae. I know. I didn’t mean to worry you. I just didn’t want to talk and I know you’re still curious so no I really didn’t go home with anyone last night.” He paused as the words that just left his mouth played again in his mind, that wasn’t quite true.

“I mean I went home with someone but nothing happened.”

Taehyung began twirling a strand of his hair around his finger as he stared mouth agape at his friend. Trying to decipher what that just meant. Jungkook stretched out his legs and threw his head back on the couch. Another conversation he wasn’t sure he wanted to start with his best friend but he didn’t really have much of a choice.

“Who the hell would take you home but not fuck you, except me and your mom?”

Jungkook grimaced at the mention of his mother in the same sentence of him being fucked. Sometimes the other really didn’t think about his words before saying them.

“Ew. Please for the love of god and everything holy do not ever include my mom in the same sentence of me fucking. Ew, ew, ew.”

Pressing his cheek into the couch, Jungkook opened an eye and stared at his friend who looked genuinely regretful over those words.

“It sounded better in my head.”

“Everything does.” He grumbled only to receive Taehyung’s fingers on his left nipple through his shirt, twisting it. Jungkook smacked his hand hard.

“Fuck Tae, that hurt!”

“Good.” The giggles that came from Taehyung were unfortunately infectious and a second later Jungkook was laughing too. The elder certainly was one of the most unique people that Jungkook knew but he was also one of the most caring. He was really lucky to have the man in his life.

“Really, though who would take you home and not fuck you… unless it’s Yoongi hyung… Hmm…” Taehyung was doing what he did best, speaking his thoughts aloud, not really expecting an answer. Except, Jungkook became very quiet. So quiet that he was trying to silence his breathing without actually not breathing. It took a moment but Taehyung raised his eyes up to the younger and tilted his head to the side as he peered curiously at Jungkook.

“Kookie… what aren’t you telling me? Fuck! It was really Yoongi hyung? Shit?! How is he? Was he wearing that leather jacket he always used to wear? Man, he was hot in that leather jacke-”

“Hyung!”

A large hand waved in front of the elders face, to hopefully bring his back down to earth. It caught his attention enough to stop rambling and really look at his friend again.

“Yeah, it was Yoongi hyung and he’s fine I guess?” It came out as a question because neither of them really talked much about how they were presently. And… well, obviously Jungkook wasn’t doing so hot at the moment.

“He looked good, lost some weight I think. No leather jacket. He’s blonde. Like really blonde, almost platinum. It suits him oddly. A lot, it suits him a lot.” As he brought to mind the image of Yoongi he had been with not too long ago, his eyes looked dreamlike and Taehyung smiled as he gazed at his best friend. Placing a hand on the younger’s through brought his attention back to the present and the person in front of him.

“You missed him, huh?”

Jungkook quietly contemplated the question. Rolling around the words missed him on his tongue. The couch dipped as he repositioned himself, moving Taehyung’s hand and laying his head in his hyung’s lap.

“Mm…”

It was the most of an answer that Taehyung was going to get and for once he didn’t pry. His hand instantly went to the younger's head as he threaded his fingers through the golden brown locks. It was quiet for a few moments, Taehyung let his friend get lost in his thoughts and he traveled down his own.The two men could lie like that for hours, Taehyung had a habit where he had to be touching someone at all times just about if they were close enough friends. He specifically loved playing with another's hair. It had gotten him in trouble when he was in grade school not noticing that he kept playing with the girl’s hair that sat in front of him every day.

“You came back pretty early, was it too awkward?”

Jungkook’s eyes had long closed, as the tendrils of peace relaxed every muscle of his body from his head down to the tips of his toes. He loved having someone run their fingers through his hair. Maybe it stemmed from his childhood, where his mother would do so from time to time, especially when he couldn’t fall asleep. Jungkook wasn’t really sure but it relaxed him in a way that nothing else could quite match.

“Kind of? I mean at first but-”

“You were thinking too much again.”

The brunettes chest shook with mild laughter, his best friend knew him too well. He nodded in reply and began biting his bottom lip. A nervous tick he could never seem to break. Taehyung’s large hand stopped playing with Jungkook’s hair and cupped his face, thumb caressing his cheek.

“I felt...feel. I feel bad you know. I was completely selfish, again, last night. I shouldn’t have gone there.” He inhaled a shaky breath before continuing. Trying to push down all the feelings of guilt that were rushing over him once more. The man hummed to let the other know that he was listening and it was okay to continue when he was ready.

“But Tae, he just welcomed me in. No questions… heh, well there were questions but you know how hyung is. He didn’t pry.”

The raven haired man nodded his head but realized the other couldn’t see his acknowledgement. Continuing to caress the other's cheek he leaned down and pressed his lips to Jungkook’s forehead.

“Kookie, it’s okay to feel happy about that. It’s okay that you went over there.”

“It’s not okay, hyung. I shouldn’t have gone.” The firmness in Jungkook’s voice was as solid as an aged oak tree whose roots sink deep into the earth for miles and miles. It made Taehyung sigh. The man was so stubborn.

“Kookie, you can’t beat yourself up forever for what happened.”

“Yes-”

“Yes, you fucked up. You fucked up royally Jungkook and I’m still baffled as to how you didn’t realize his feelings for you. Especially, when you two went around being boyfriends.”

“We didn’t go around like that.” Jungkook’s words cut in so fast that Taehyung gave him a judging glare and the younger returned that glare with one of his own.

“Well, you could have fucking fooled me and every poor soul that walked by.”

Jungkook turned over on his side, arms crossed over his chest as he huffed. This might have been one of the reasons why he had never noticed anything. Everything was so comfortable with Yoongi that it just felt like the norm. They always seemed to fall in line with the other but they had known each other for many years, it would be strange if they didn’t… Right?

Sometimes Jungkook wasn’t so sure about that. Now wasn’t one of those times.

“Bunny, “

“Don’t call me that.” He swatted Taehyung’s hand away from his head. The elder ignored it and went back to twirling some of his hair around his long finger.

“Bunny, stop pouting. Admitting it doesn’t make you any less of a person, you know. In fact it makes you more of a person. We all know, even Yoongi hyung knows that you didn’t do it on purpose and neither did he. Just, stop feeling guilty. It’s been three years, you felt like shit, you apologized. It’s time to let it go.”

Only silence from the person lying in Taehyung’s lap. It didn’t bother the elder, he knew that Jungkook needed some time to marinade over those words. And he would. He would think about it for the rest of the day and the next as well.

“He let you in, that’s a good thing. Who knows, maybe this break up with Hoseok could mend your friendship.”

“Ugh, do you have to mention that dick’s name?”

Taehyung’s baritone voice broke out in a soft rumble which earned him a smack to the thigh from a very petulant Jungkook.

“Sorry, sorry. It’s just amusing to hear you refer to him like that when just the other week it was these sickeningly sweet honey bun eyes.”

Honey bun eyes? Where did his friend even come up with these comparisons. What did that even mean? Well, Jungkook could figure out what his hyung meant but any one else would be confused. He rolled his eyes at that description.

“How are you holding up, hmm?”

He sighed.

“I’m here aren’t I?”

Taehyung frowned. That wasn’t the answer he wanted. He knew that it really had only been a few days since the breakup occurred but he still wanted his friend to bounce back as soon as possible.

“He never even told me he loved me but he said it to whoever that was.”

Taehyung let out a string of profanities mixed in with words that Jungkook wasn’t really sure who or what had come up with. The grip on his hair was growing more and more taut.

“Ah, ah, shit hyung that hurts!”

Taehyung looked down and saw that in his anger of the man who had hurt his best friend he had unintentionally been about to pull Jungkook’s hair out of his skull. He let go immediately and kissed the spot a few times.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry. I just want to beat the shit out of Jung Hoseok. What a fucking asshole.”

“Yeah, hyung I know....”

And he did know. Jungkook knew all too well but that didn’t change how he felt about the man. He couldn’t just stop caring like the flick of a light switch. Man, did he wish he could. It would make everything easier. Instead he his wounds continued to bleed and sometimes he licked them clean other times he opened them further. His phone was still littered with remnants of their relationship. The five million selcas the man always made him take, the cute videos he’d send Jungkook in the morning to wake up to. The sweet words he’d say at night before they went to bed, if they didn’t talk all night on the phone. He hadn’t found the will to delete them yet. To let go.

He whispered, “I-I still wait for him to come back and say those words to me hyung.”

It’s stupid. He knows. He knows that it’s over. That it had apparently been over and he was the only person to not know. He knows that he’s only hurting himself more by clinging onto this impossible hope but Hoseok had made him happy. It’s just too hard to toss all those memories in the trash like yesterday news. Even if Hoseok had already done as such to him.

A warm hand gripped his arm and rubbed it gently.

“Have you heard from him?”

A small nod, could be felt against Taehyung’s thigh. Wetness was staining the elder’s jeans, one drop at a time but neither said anything about it.

“Once.”

Jungkook hadn’t been ready to tell Taehyung about this which was why he had been ignoring his hyung’s messages for the last few days. Sliding his hand into his pants pocket, Jungkook fished out his phone and then held it up for Taehyung to take. Once he did, Jungkook brought his hand in towards his chest, silently wiping away his tears with his index finger.

Taehyung unlocked the others phone, they knew each other's passcodes and even if they didn’t it generally only took a few tries before the boys were able to figure out what it had been changed to. Opening up his messages, the raven haired man found Hoseok’s and opened it to reveal a single message the same night that Jungkook found out he had been cheated on.

Hoseok 12:43am: Jungkook-ah, I know that there isn’t anything I can say to excuse what happened or what I did but I want to apologize for letting you find out in such a way. I won’t ask for forgiveness but know that I wish for your happiness. I’m sorry that it can’t be with me.

There was no reply, which Taehyung was glad his dongsaeng didn’t reply. There honestly wasn’t much you could say to such a message. It was a very clear cut, we’re over and there’s no need for us to keep in contact anymore. It was honest but still shitty. Feeling a squeeze to his arm, Jungkook took comfort in his hyung.

“Come up here, Kookie.”

He didn’t need to be asked twice, Jungkook placed a hand on the edge of the couch and pushed himself up and then let Taehyung stretch out so that he could lay with him. Laying his head down on his hyung’s chest, Taehyung’s arm wrapped around him immediately.

“He’s an asshole. Cry today but don’t waste your tears on him after today. You deserve so much better.”

The brunettes nodded, his hair swaying to the left and then the right and Taehyung brushed his hair out of his eyes. He pressed his lips to the top of Jungkook’s head for the second that morning and he would for as many times as the younger needed. Smoothing those silky locks down over and over, Taehyung felt every shake of the younger's shoulders as he cried. Letting out all of the emotions he just couldn’t seem to shake. Letting go of the memories he had built with a man he had fallen for. Letting go of every sweet nothing, touch, kiss. Everything that was Jung Hoseok and what he meant to Jungkook in his heart of hearts.

This wouldn’t fix everything but it was the start that he needed to move on. Holding on was fruitless and showing that message to Taehyung had been the way of putting the final nail in the coffin that was his relationship and hope. The two stayed on the couch, Jungkook wrapped in his hyung’s embrace for a few hours. Eventually the tears dried up and just the comfort of having someone that cared for him filled in the gap.

“You really slept with Yoongi and nothing happened? Should’ve tapped that.”

Jungkook wouldn’t deny nor confirm that the indentations in Taehyung’s sun kissed skin that looked suspiciously like teeth were his.

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