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I sent this to my friends and they kicked me out of the group chat :(

[a-crawling-chaos]

uhhhhhh tma bible au elias is The Father, jon is The Son, and martin is The Holy Spirit (amen)

[buckets-and-trees]

EVERY MINUTE OF IT

Characters/Pairings: Alpha!Bucky x Female!Omega!Reader Word Count: 4k Summary: Claimed unequivocally by Alpha Bucky Barnes, leader of the growing HYDRA faction, that's not the end of it. But what exactly is in store for you? What will it mean to be his Omega?

Content/Warnings: omegaverse; reluctant attraction; power dynamics; mild manipulation; threats; dirty talk; explicit smut: spanking, vaginal fingering, biting, rough sex, choking, edging, orgasm denial, slapping, spitting, oral (male and female receiving), unprotected vaginal intercourse and insemination, dacryphilia, overstimulation, erotic picture taking

Author Notes: Part three to what I never planned on being a series - the Alpha Bucky April drabble was only 500 words, the next part hit 1.5k, but this... well, let's just say this Bucky absolutely had his way with both me and my muse. This one will be a make up to tick orgasm delay/denail for MARCH of @buckybarnesevents Build a Bucky Bingo ; and the dialogue, alpha, and pet prompts for the second week of Hot Bucky Summer (thought this was going to be a short little thing I was going to whip out before week two had finished, but alas hahaha).

A/N 2: We've seen only a bit of his rough side up to this pont, but in this part we will truly see mean Alpha Bucky. Don't say I didn't warn you - here and with the actual content warning list.

A/N 3: I tried not to write any plot with this porn, but a minimal amount forced its way in.

He had made good on his threat, using your body for pleasure and for show under the full moon until there was no one left to watch, but you were not sure he had been keeping close track, instead merely taking you over and over until they grey hours of dawn. You had been too exhausted to register anything much after that – being carried away, a car ride, being tucked into a bed.

You had woken up in the afternoon alone.

Alone for the first time in three days.

On hearing you make your way to the bathroom someone had brought in water and left an impressive spread of food that lasted you through the afternoon and evening. You grazed and slept.

Your body and mind had been pushed beyond all previous limits, and so the sleep and rest had been most of those first few days after the full moon and the conqueror’s bonding ritual.

But now, a week on, you are tired, restless, and impatient.

You were in a spacious penthouse, you had been offered many luxuries, well fed by a personal chef, attended to by an assistant, your only restrictions being denied access to a phone or internet and barred from leaving the premises.

Should you have chosen an unplugged retreat or vacation, it would be perfect.

After contemplating and debating internally all morning, at lunch you make your decision. You finish yet another delicious meal, wipe your mouth with the beautiful linen napkin, and then set it down next to the bone china and plated gold utensils. The staff begins to move around you, and your assistant approaches.

Before she can say anything else, you take a deep breath and say, “I need to see him.”

There’s no question of who you mean.

She nods. “I’ll make the request.”

Whether pet or prisoner and left alone for more than seven days, you do not believe your request will be seen as any sort of priority, so when you see the more formal dining table set for two for dinner, your mouth drops open for a moment, and you stop in your tracks.

You turn to your assistant – even though she tries to afford you most of your privacy, she is ever on the edge of your presence. She looks as surprised as you. “I was given no response other than that they’d take the request under consideration.”

You nod, then pace, padding barefoot across the hardwood floor in front of floor-to-ceiling windows, until you finally hear the rustle and then commotion of activity that announces his arrival.

Your heart races, but it’s only a few more moments before the large and imposing alpha, Bucky Barnes, appears in front of you.

“Omega,” he says with a mere nod of his head, no pretense.

Your eyes narrow a fraction, wary of his seemingly easy demeanor. “Alpha.”

“Shall we?” he asks, and motions to the table.

You nod and take a seat as he does.

Within seconds, the meal is brought in by two attendants and the chef, and Bucky thanks and praises them very simply.

He occasionally looks at you, regarding you, but does not speak.

Before long, you huff, and he looks up sharply, pinning you with his steel blue eyes, harsher than at any point since he’d arrived. “What?” he demands.

“What is all of this?” you start, gesturing your hand to indicate the penthouse. “And where have you been?”

He sets down his knife and fork and straightens a little more. “Is it not to suited to your liking? You can change anything you want. This is your place.”

“My place?” you ask.

“Yes, your place. It is not far from the place I’ve taken up residence.”

The revelation is not surprising, but somehow more irritating. “And what? You’ve had me and now you’re discarding me?”

“I should have thought you’d want your own place.”

Maybe you should want your own place, away from him. And yet…

“I should be wherever you are.”

“What?” he scoffs. “So you can be embroiled in my affairs and bring me down? ‘Keep your friends close and your enemies closer?’”

The accusation wounds you, though you know it’s only logical – and you know what you’re thinking and feeling isn’t logical. You have determined to put off thinking about it.

“I’m not your friend,” you state, trying to keep your voice as even as possible. “but I’m not your enemy either.”

“What should I call you then?” he challenges.

You raise your chin a fraction. “I’m your Omega.”

He doesn’t speak or move immediately. Instead, his eyes somehow fix you even more intently. There’s a burning in your chest under his scrutiny, but you remain still.

Finally, he stands and moves toward you, the two of you never taking your eyes off the other.

“You are my Omega.”

He comes to stand behind your chair, and you remain unmoving. He takes your chin in his left hand and tilts your head to expose your neck to him. He leans down and noses along your jaw, inhaling your scent and putting your body on alert. You feel the curling tendrils of want stir in your core, already awakening for him. He tilts your head even more and draws his teeth along the side of your throat, causing a shiver you can’t suppress, and he chuckles darkly and licks at the fresher of the two bonding marks he gave you. His hot tongue, insistently pressing at the bite elicits a small noise from you, and your right hand shoots up to card into his hair. Your full omega side wants him, has started to slicken your pussy for him already, you can feel it. You know your alpha can smell it.

He bites over the mark, but not roughly enough to break the skin, and you arch up for more, but he pushes himself back up, away from you and the crook of your neck.

“So needy,” he remarks, “I like this.”

The first few days you’d spent with him, he’d kept you full of his cock, tortured with pleasure, overwhelmed, exhausted by him and the recipient of a seemingly insatiable lust unleashed on you.

This feels like the predator is going to play with his prey, and you bite your lip. He pushes your head, tilted to the left, to the right to drop into his other hand, clearly testing your compliance. It’s gentle, but it’s dominant. Back to the left, then to the right, and then he dips to nip at your ear, and you gasp.

Bucky releases your head from between his large hands then pulls your chair away from the table. “Up.”

You stand. He puts one hand on your hip and ushers you around the edge of the table and to the side, in the middle, and turns you to face the wide expanse of mahogany and its centerpiece of fresh flowers – white peonies, white roses, white hydrangeas.

“Put your hands on the table,” he instructs.

You press the palms of your hands onto the smooth, dark wood. Your omega side is ready – even eager – to comply, but with your own long game to play, you know you must play out whatever game he desires now.

“Arch your back,” is his next direction.

Keeping your breathing even, you do, hips jutting away from the table, on display for him.

The back of his hand lands at the nape of your neck, and he drags his knuckles slowly down your spine. Your body rocks back, seeking more, as he reaches the small of your back, and he hums in self-satisfaction.

While his vibranium hand plants itself on your hip, he moves the other around to skim slowly over your stomach, then up your rib cage, and to your breast. He gropes the round flesh through your shirt and bra, but the fabric does nothing to quell how the pressure stokes the fire growing in you.

You feel the heat of him press up your back as his hand moves now up your neck, turning your head to kiss him. You push back against him, and he ruts his bulge slightly into your ass. Your lips are hungry in the kiss, but it’s like he only provided his lips for you to kiss him, receiving what your lips want to give. He moves his hand back down to your chest, but this time slipping beneath the neckline and going flesh to flesh to palm your breast. He kneads diligently, almost methodically, and you know all of this is designed to warm you up, tease you, get you burning for him. He’s still largely a stranger to you, but you also know you can’t resist him. He’s spent so much time already playing with your body. He knows where and how to touch you to make you respond to him after those first days and nights spent naked with him.

Bucky moves again, ending the kiss, drawing away from your back and removing the hand from your breast. You whine, but that hand goes to the small of your back again, the vibranium hand squeezing your hip as he forces you spine to resume the curving posture for him once more.

“We’re only getting started, Omega. Be patient.”

You huff, and he laughs.

The fingers of both his hands slip into the top of your waistband. He slowly pulls your pants and underwear down over your hips, and down your legs to mid-thigh. It restricts your bottom extremities, and that plays into the mental game he’s clearly playing with you. His hands move up the back of your naked thighs, and then palms your ass with both hands. He squeezes both cheeks, goes back to palming them again, then withdraws his right hand and slaps that cheek harshly. You jump and yelp, but he merely goes back to palming and squeezing, soothing the smacked flesh. Then another slap, and you hiss at the sting over the first sting. His vibranium hand continues groping your round flesh, but instead of soothing the second smack, his flesh hand dips down to your dripping hole, where he inserts two fingers, then quickly adds a third.

“Alpha,” you moan, and your head falls back, eyes closed both to hold back a couple of tears and to soak in the barrage of sensations.

He doesn’t answer, but his fingers continue dipping in and out, slow and shallow.

He delivers another harsh slap, immediately returns to the maddening fingering until you’re keening and trying to hump his hand.

Abruptly he grips your hips with both hands and turns you around to face him. The cool metal hand grips you by the neck, tilting your face up helplessly to him, and this kiss is messy, demanding, teeth nipping at your lips. You kiss him back as well as you can as he is in full control of your head and holds you where he wants you. Both your hands hold tightly to his forearm, and you squeeze.

His other hand goes to the cut of you again below, but there’s more fervor there this time. He plunders your mouth and plunders your pussy, and you’re losing your breath, but you have no wish for him to relent as you feel the powerful orgasm you crave building and barreling towards you. His fingers curl against the spongy spot on your inner wall, this thumb is demanding against your pulsing clit, and his tongue is licking dominantly into your mouth. You’re trembling and clutching at him, moaning, only when your breath hitches, inches away from bliss, he pulls back.

You cry out as he looms over you. His smirk is cruel, and his eyes spark with fire.

“Alpha!”

He licks his one of his fingers, just one.

“Alpha, please,” you groan.

“My well-mannered Omega,” he coos. “We’ll make a mess of you yet,” he says. You’re unsure whether it’s a threat or a promise, but you have no space or time to think as he moves you again, hoisting and pushing you by the grip on your chin around and away from the table until your back is flush against the wall.

Bucky pushes you down to your knees, pinches your mouth open, then spits on your tongue. "Swallow it."

You don’t think, just swallow as his eyes bore into yours as he towers over you.

He strokes his thumb over your cheek – nearly a caress, and you can’t help leaning ever so slightly into his touch. Then his thumb moves from your cheek to your lips, tracing them before pressing down to open your mouth again. He inserts two of the fingers that had been in your cunt into your mouth, and you close your mouth and begin to suck without him having to say so. The look on his face shows his approval. As you suck, there’s something so soothing about, the weight of his fingers pressing down on your tongue, the stead rhythm, that it that lulls you even further into a state of submission for him. Your eyes begin to droop.

He chuckles and withdraws his fingers, wiping them on your face. “Don’t want that so soon in our evening.”

He begins to unbuckle his belt, and you reach for the button and zipper, but he bats your hands away and slaps your cheek.

You look up sharply at him, reaching to soothe your cheek.

“Ask nicely for your Alpha’s cock, Omega.”

His first nights with you were about physical domination. This is the other half, yielding, submission.

You think best how to ask, before saying, “Please let me put my lips around your cock, Alpha.”

He unbuttons his trousers but keeps his eyes on yours. “Tell me how you want me to use your mouth, Omega,”

“I…” you bite your lip. You aren’t a stranger to sex, but speaking so directly about it isn’t something you’ve done with any of your partners in the past.

Bucky lowers the zipper. He pushes the band of his boxers down far enough to free his cock, and you whimper. He fists his arousal slowly. “You want it, then tell me what you want exactly. You’ve already let me use your body in so many ways, we both know you want more. What are you craving?”

You wait only another beat before answering, “Want you to fuck my throat.”

You are impressed at the evenness of your own tone in that moment, and his lips tick up as well.

Bucky widens his stance, then leans down to wrap his left arm around your head, holding it – almost cradling it – in the crook of his elbow. The he pushes his cock to your lips, you open for him, he pushes in, and starts truly fucking your mouth. The first few thrusts are slow, but insistent. He fills your mouth with more of him with each of those first thrusts. Then the head of his cock hits the back of your throat. He thrusts out and in again, again, again. His other hand strokes your cheek. Then he slaps it, and you groan around his cock.

“Mmmm, fuck you feel good,” he echoes your groan. “Gonna take all of your alpha’s cock down this pretty throat,” he says, and his hand moves down to your neck, feeling himself push in there.

Your eyes are tearing up, and the tears quickly start to spill over as he continues to use your throat, never removing himself completely now that he’s overtaken your mouth. He slaps your cheek twice in quick succession and you sob around his cock as you can manage. It’s hard to breathe, and your chest heaves. You brace yourself against his thighs, and he straightens and pulls out of you.

Bucky moves quickly, taking you by the shoulders and tossing you into the middle of the floor – rough but not violent.

“Clothes off,” he barks, but it’s he didn’t need to employ an alpha command to get you to comply. You barely have enough time to discard your pants and underwear the rest of the way, and only manage to get your shirt over your head in the time it takes him to get naked.

He’s on you the next instant, covering your body with his. With his chest pressed down against yours, you feel how his breathing is just as heavy as your own, glad he’s not as unaffected as he’s tried to play this encounter.

You hitch your thighs up around his torso and squeeze your knees around him.

But he doesn’t give you what you’re most anxious for yet, instead pausing to study your face.

“Such a pretty mess,” he admires.

Heat pulses through your body, his praise undeniable to your omega side.

He dips his head to lap up the salt of some of your tears, tongue dragging slowly up your cheek. When he draws back again, he merely looks at you. His eyes seem to be looking for something, but you don’t know what. You try not to give him anything outside of this moment.

His pelvis is lodged between your hips, so you squirm beneath him, hoping your hot, dripping cunt will call him back to your pressing needs. He groans and drops his forehead to yours, another sign he’s not as cool and detached as he was at the outset.

“Please, please fuck me, Alpha,” you beg.

“Fill you up with my cock? With my seed?”

“Yes, Alpha!”

He draws his hips back and you reach down and help line up his cock with your hole. He spears in with no mercy, and you don’t need or want it. You groan together as he fills you completely.

Your mouths meet again, and it’s a combination of rough messy kisses, nipping and bites, licking, mingled heavy breaths. It’s primal and unhinged, and there’s no thought to it as he continues to fuck you.

The pace at which he thrusts is relentless and just what you need, but also not enough.

You want more and you whimper and beg through kissing for it.

Bucky continues fucking you and pulls away from your lips, but in no way is he done overwhelming you. Leaning heavily onto his vibranium arm planted next to your head, he moves his other arm and presses his inner wrist up and down your neck insistently. The sound that escapes your mouth is broken and needy as the flooding of his scent directly In and around you engulfs your senses. Then he’s also sucking on your original bonding mark until you are a heaving, panting, crying mess, clawing at his back, unable to even put coherent words together to beg for him.

His shifts just enough that his pubic bone grinds down against your clit as he pounds into your pussy. You are practically vibrating with the impending orgasm, and as your alpha can undoubtedly sense that through the bond, he bites down on your mark, and you scream and fly into your release. Your walls clench hard around him, and he growls through two more powerful thrusts before he shouts, and you feel the heat of his seed star to fill you up. He pumps and pumps until he’s left every drop he can inside of you, then collapses on top of you.

He doesn’t move, pressing you down with all his weight as you both recover from the ecstasy you’ve just experienced. You almost move to stroke your fingers up and down his spine, but you quell that impulse. You do allow yourself to keep your hands on his back though – still, but connected to this man, your alpha, who dealt you such rough but undeniable pleasure.

Finally, Bucky pushes up off you, but surprises you when he scoops you up and carries you away bridal style, heading toward your bedroom.

“Alpha?”

“You really want to live under the same roof?” he asks.

 “Yes,” you answer simply.

He glances down at your face, brows furrowed, then looks back ahead as he heads down the hallway.

“Okay then.”

“Yes?”

“Yes,” he affirms, entering your room.

He tosses you onto the bed, and crawls up over you again. He reaches beneath your back to unclasp your bra, and you let him pull it from your shoulders and toss it off to the side. Closing the gap between your bodies, you relish the feeling of his bare chest against yours, his chest hair teasing your nipples. He grips your chin yet again, this time with his vibranium hand, and looks into your eyes with a steely, cold stare.

“If you’re anything other than the good omega I require, I will send you back here, but it won’t be like this last week has been. You will be in absolute exile. Don’t test me – there will be no chances.”

You give a single nod of your head.

He pushes up and leans back then, kneeling above you.

“But you don’t want to jeopardize or risk that, do you?”

“No, Bucky.”

It’s the first time you’ve called him anything other than alpha and he clocks that, you see the flash of acknowledgement in his eyes.

“You want to be with your alpha, you want the limited freedom you know I can give you if I choose to, but you also have your own agenda”

It wasn’t a question, and you know you can’t fool him – you know he is too smart for that, and you know he knows you are intelligent in your own right. He made it clear when he closed in on your people’s territory that’s why your compliance and claiming you as his omega was part of the deal of surrender to spare any more bloodshed.

“Cross me and your future will only be visitations when I require you to service my ruts.”

You don’t doubt his threat.

“Do we have an accord, Omega?”

“Yes, Alpha.”

The words you two exchanged the fateful night of that initial surrender.

He nods.

“It seems fitting to seal it by kiss.”

You sit up and then kneel before him on the bed, he bends his head down to kiss you. It’s fervent, solemn, but he cuts it off before it develops into anything more.

“Stay here,” he orders, sliding off the bed.

That was an alpha command – wholly unnecessary except to remind you of his power.

You scowl at his retreating form, then huff once he’s out of the room.

He’s quick, and when he comes back in the room, he is slowly stroking his cock with one hand, and holds his phone in the other. He steps up to the edge of the bed.

“A kiss here, as well,” he says, pushing his hips forward.

You crawl to him, lower your head, and kiss his cock. He nods at you, indicating he expects more. You take the tip of his semi-hard cock into your mouth, lave your tongue around the tip, and then suck, looking up at him. He takes a few photos, moaning at your ministrations.

“Fuck you couldn’t look more pretty and more ruined,” he whispers. He tosses the phone down, then pushes you off him and back onto the bed, manhandling your hips to get you planted in the center of the mattress with your thighs splayed open obscenely.

“Only fair for me to finish sealing the agreement and kiss these lips as well.”

He dives in like a man starved, despite the rounds you’ve just finished. He pulls your next orgasm quickly from your fluttering pussy. You would be surprised, only you’ve come to accept that he has already acquired a dangerous – and delicious – knowledge of your body.

He looks up at you and grins and then goes in immediately for another.

You try and push him away and close your legs, feeling overstimulated, but he growls and roughly forces your thighs open again.

“Your one chance of being my good omega is already begun. So, you’re going to let me eat the pussy that belongs to me until you’re a sobbing overstimulated mess and think you can’t possibly take any more, but you will. And since this should be the last night we ever spend in this bed, when I’ve had my fill of lapping at your sweet, dripping cunt, I’m going to see if I can’t fuck you hard and long enough to break the bed.”

You can only hope your gamble to deal with the devil of HYDRA will not be your undoing.

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Everyone check your pulse, please. Mine is gone.

I'm not saying this is officially a series, but I think we HAVE fallen into a collection territory... Unless y'all are through with this Alpha Bucky...

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Okay so to everyone who was here for the original post, here’s basically how Alicent and Laenor get married in my lavender marriage au:

The entire thing starts because Alicent catches Laenor and Joffrey fucking in a secluded part of the castle a few weeks before Aemma dies. The boys only realize they’ve been caught because Alicent runs away from them like her ass is on fire. That girl had no idea gay male sex was an option in life and now needs to reevaluate everything in her life after catching them.

Laenor then spends the next few weeks trying to find a way to get her alone because guess what. Fucking in a secluded but also public area is not a good strategy if you want to keep your gay love affair a secret. So now Laenor is hoping to convince Alicent to stay quiet about what she saw because his dad seems to think he'll grow out of it (do not attack me, this literally happens in canon) and he doesn’t want anyone to know yet since it might impact who he’ll get married to eventually. Meanwhile Alicent is desperately trying to forget that she ever saw anything and doesn’t tell Otto about seeing Laenor and Joffrey because let's be real. This man said “childhood companions” like it was a slur in that one scene, so she knows that her father would do something with this information. Alicent does not want to be the reason Joffrey and Laenor are in trouble for their relationship. Nevermind that she’s suddenly having the realization that women liking women isn’t that far of a stretch after all.

Unfortunately, to everyone else in the world, it looks like Laenor is trying to court her and that Alicent is just trying to be very polite about his interest in her since she never wants to be alone in a room with him unless they’re around other people. Which is something that is totally normal and not weird at all. Why would you say otherwise?

Then Aemma dies and Otto sends her to see Viserys in his room and Alicent is now very stressed about something else in her life because she wants to do what her father says, but she also doesn’t want to betray Rhaenyra.

So during those six months after Aemma dies - which is apparently how much times passes between Aemma’s death and when Viserys decides to marry Alicent according to a HOTD article I read - Alicent, like in canon, is sent by her father to Viserys’ chambers and desperately hopes that her father’s ambitions won’t happen and that Viserys will simply see her as person that is supporting him in his grief.

(Life Hack: If you ever want to read an article and it says you have to make an account to read the rest of it, just go back to the google page you found it on, right click the link, and save the link as an HTML document. That lets you read the article without having to make an account. I found this out from someone on the internet and damn did it help when I wanted to access any account restricted article. Anyways, back to the plot.)

So to counteract that and make it so she’s less appealing to Viserys, Alicent always mentions Laenor and how fond of him she is during their talks. She also mentions how worried she is about Rhaenyra and her position as heir because there seems to be so many people that seem to be under the impression that they can replace her by having Viserys marry one of their daughters and convince him change his heir to one of the possible children he might have with those daughters.

Meanwhile, Laenor is absolutely losing his mind because all of a sudden Alicent is always around him and receptive to interacting with him, even though literally weeks before she avoided being around him like the plague. During this she also manages to wring out of him the fact that his parents (mainly Corlys, let's be real) are talking about potentially marrying Laena to Viserys and that he hates that idea as she’s way too young in his eyes for that. Eventually Alicent manages to find a way to be alone with Laenor and make him swear to secrecy about what she'll tell him because telling anyone might mean that his sister will actually have to marry Viserys. He does and she fills him in on what her father wants and what she’s attempting to do, and that she needs his cooperation to get him to at least appear like they’re courting.

So Alicent and Laenor put up the appearance that they’re at least attracted to each other to get people talking, which totally doesn’t ignite jealousy in Rhaenyra at the idea of Alicent being in love with her cousin. Cue Rhaenyra absolutely doing everything in her power to make Laenor appear like a loser to Alicent and the rest of the court. Alicent makes sure to get her to stop that shit real quick and tells Rhaenyra that she and Laenor are only pretending to be in love in order to avoid having to marry someone that would disrespect Laenor’s preference for men and disregard Alicent’s autonomy. Alicent also mentions that possibly marrying Laenor means that Alicent and Rhaenyra will be allowed to see each other very frequently as she will be Laenor’s wife and the Velaryons are often at court since they are related to the royal family. So now they have Rhaenyra on board.

Eventually the night before that one small council meeting where in canon Viserys announces that he’ll marry Alicent, Alicent “confesses” to Viserys that she’s in love with Laenor and that she wants to marry him, but that her father would never allow Alicent to marry Laenor because he and Lord Corlys dislike each other. She also lets it “slip” that Otto is very adamant that Viserys must have a male heir despite the fact that Rhaenyra has already been made heir, and that he sees Alicent as a potential bride for Viserys despite her unwillingness to marry her best friend’s father. She also sprinkles in the fact that Rhaenyra would be devastated at the idea of her father remarrying, especially if the bride in question were her best friend or even her little cousin (Yeah fuck you Corlys, you’re on thin ice for that and the grow out of it comment), and the fact that surely his wife would want him to defend his daughter’s claim to the Iron Throne from potential usurpers, which is something that would definitely happen if he had a son.

This causes Viserys to absolutely lose his shit, but Alicent calms him down and he sends her away from his chambers. However, not before Viserys hints that he would not dissolve a marriage between a highborn lady and lord if they eloped and consummated the marriage. So instead of heading straight to her rooms, Alicent instead books it to Laenor’s chambers. The two of them run off to a sept and convince a septon to marry them with a few commoners as their witnesses because they can’t take any nobles in fear of being stopped (and to also have the commoners spread the fact that Alicent and Laenor eloped). Then she and Laenor head off to Laenor’s chambers to consummate the marriage with the help of Joffrey, who they had stay in Laenor’s chambers so that no one would get him in trouble or notice that he was in the room with them during the consummation, and to have Alicent stay over so that people could catch them together in the morning and spread the news of her “ruined reputation”.

The next morning Laena bursts into Laenor’s chambers like she always does and “catches” them before running off to tell Rhaenys the way all little siblings do. So then Rhaenys and Corlys show up, as does Otto; he caught wind of the situation through a servant he paid off to spy on the Velaryons. Once there Otto starts shaming Alicent about her ruined reputation and Laenor retorts that she didn’t ruin anything as he married her before he bedded her. Otto then explodes at the pair when Laenor says that and Corlys rushes to defend his son against all the stuff Otto is saying and threatening him with.

Eventually their argument gets so loud that a servant rushes to get Viserys and a few guards since they’re afraid that the two lords will resort to violence. Trailing after them is Rhaenyra and the Small Council, as the meeting was supposed to start half an hour ago but certain people were missing and needed to be found. So now the entire Small Council, Rhaneyra, and Viserys are at the doorway of Laenor’s room while a furious Otto and Corlys trade insults. Meanwhile Rhaenys sees how afraid Alicent and Laenor are and rushes to the pair’s defense (because they need someone in their corner that isn’t shaming the other party), saying that perhaps the two wouldn’t have resorted to eloping if Otto and Corlys weren't always at odds. Seeing the King, Otto rushes to demand that he have the septon reverse the marriage, but Viserys reveals that he knows about Otto’s plan to make Alicent marry him and how he knows that she wished to marry Laenor instead. He then fires Otto from being Hand and sends him packing to Oldtown, approving of Laenor and Alicent’s marriage as a final insult to Otto. He also firmly informs the small council that he will not be getting remarried, that Rhaenyra will remain his heir, and that anyone who objects otherwise is speaking of treason.

So there you go, the outline for a story that I’m most likely going to write in non-linear bits. In this world Alicent is Lady of Driftmark, Laenor and Joffrey get to be happy, and Viserys prioritizes making sure that Rhaenyra’s claim to the throne is secure. Also somewhere down the line in this universe Rhaenyra and Alicent get their shit together and realize they’re in love with each other, and Rhaenyra gets to marry Harwin because Daemon never takes her to the brothel and so she gets to pick her husband and be the polyamorous bi queen we all love.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for getting mad about someone misrepresenting their age

I (23F) run a discord server (~60 people) that isn't age-restricted and I make it clear that NSFW content belongs in those specific role-restricted channels. In order to get the role to access those channels, you have to confirm that you're over 18. Aside from this, I don't ask people to declare their age and discourage sharing of any other personal information in the server. However, because of the pandemic, people got pretty close to one another and I know that there are offshoot group DMs with subsets of server members.

One server member, let's call them G (18F) was in this server for a bit and we were friendly. But one day, another server member, H, (26F) while chatting with me, mentions that it's G's birthday and they were having virtual celebrations for her in one of those offshoot DMs. Cool, no problem, but H reveals that G is turning 18.

Weird, I say, because I was pretty sure I'd seen her in the role-restricted channels. Maybe H was confused?

No, H is not confused. G is turning 18. H was not supposed to tell me this and is now anxious about my reaction. I go and check and yup, G requested the 18+ role and was posting in the role-restricted channels long before she turned 18.

I got really pissed. I told H that I needed an explanation and an apology from G and went to go take a walk to cool down.

When I got back, I got an apology from G which essentially read "sorry for lying about my age but I do it everywhere because internet privacy and also I never really went into those channels anyway".

Firstly, I never asked her for her age and secondly, she was definitely in those channels. I sent her a reply saying that there are real consequences to pretending you're 18 with other people, especially in the context of discussing NSFW content, and basically didn't accept her apology.

I want to kick her out of the server, but technically she's not breaking the rule anymore and she did offer an apology. If I found out about this earlier, I probably would've just removed the role instead of kicking her. But now I'm upset about both the rule-breaking and the broken trust. AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[stillalivedcingscience]

i wonder where objectum community will go if tumblr disappears tho? What are your thoughts?

the idea feels very sad to me because the truth is that I was here from the beginning. Like, back in 2014 when I was using tumblr and first posting in/checking the objectum tag, there may have been just 1 or 2 other users posting. But regardless of being very alone I was always adamant abt being objectum on main the entire time I’ve had tumblr blogs since. And I’ll never not be glad for it, because to watch tumblr go from being a site where I found next to no solace in being objectum on, to one of (if not the) biggest online “open” objectum communities, has been hella, hella cool! Thank you fellow objectum tumblr users for being this rad!

and I know tumblr isn’t shutting down per se. But the deeper we go into this hellscape irl and online of censorship and the age of megacorporations and restrictions I can’t help but feel like there’s gonna be a day (hopefully multiple years in the future) where we don’t have this place to congregate in anymore.

i know discord is probably the next likely option, but this makes me sad, because the entire reason why I continued to be objectum on main in the face of adversity and blog raiders and the like over the years was because tumblr was the first place on the web RE: objectum where you didn’t need access to a locked community to access content, and I’m proud to have helped cultivate that. Discord is great and there’s always a risk to having objectum content open and accessible on the internet and discord largely mitigates that but I’m a believer that the risk of sharing on tumblr is worth the reward - it gave tumblr objectum community a way to grow, and for new people who were/are questioning a place to go where they can ask questions and browse content and find community and likemindedness. And of course the same is also true for people who have been here longer because this is a space for everyone.

prior to 2014, to my knowledge, the only other “main” objectum space was OSI, which was a community that you needed to be vetted to enter with your irl name, and all content was locked within the group. This is much like our discord servers that seem most likely to take over in event of a tumblr shutdown, but I want to make this post to remind people, even if it’s just one person, that locked communities are safer, but they don’t cultivate community in a wider sense, and are inaccessible to many. Regardless of what happens to us or where we all choose to go, I hope that people just learning they might be objectum still have a safe, quality place to do that in the future. And I wanted to say thanks to those of us who have been here for some time and have played a part in being that safe space for others and each other, especially speaking as someone who did not have one in the beginning, not even on tumblr. Thank you guys for existing~💕

[girderednerve]

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sike it's not actually a tweet it's a post on here. there's one where someone is like 'mfs will say they oppose book bans in schools & libraries and then turn around and want to censor ao3,' and someone replied to this with the entire copy-pasted american library association code of professional ethics, exactly the kind of self-assured nonsense move designed to make me, specifically, lose my fucking marbles. they made sure to highlight point #7, about how librarians distinguish between their own personal values & the values of the institutions they serve. there is no point in having an actual argument about it but i'm annoyed & this is my blog

the ALA's professional ethics code is for professional librarians and workers in related fields. archivists have their own association (the society of american archivists) & their own code of professional ethics, which does not include the same commentary about personal values, presumably because libraries & archives, despite their shared status as information institutions, are different, with different users, pressures, collections, and services

archive of our own is not a library; its users and volunteer base are overwhelmingly not librarians. ao3 is its own thing, which is cool. ALA's ethics have almost nothing to do with ao3.

ALA ethics stipulate (point #4) that 'we uphold intellectual property rights.' how does this square with ao3? i may believe in my heart very strongly that fanfiction is clearly legal, but that is by no means established law. otw is not interested in navigating a balance between information users and rights holders, as the ALA code states that librarians do; it is engaged instead in the project of defending, as its name suggests, transformative fanwork of all kinds. this work is cool with me but it's not really a library project, which is fine because neither otw nor ao3 is a library

'censorship' is a very loaded term & we tend to use it broadly to refer to any restrictions on information access with which we disagree. there have been a lot of arguments online about what kinds of content should be publicly available on the internet and elsewhere; some of these arguments have very high stakes. there are a lot of different positions that people have taken regarding content moderation on ao3. i will posit that most of the people who think that you shouldn't be allowed to post erotica on the internet also think you shouldn't be allowed to hand a middle schooler an ellen hopkins book, and so avoid the flip hypocrisy accusation in the post i'm complaining about. but what about everyone else who has made some kind of call for content limitations on ao3? other campaigns for 'censorship' on ao3 have included demands for more moderation tools to protect users from frankly racist content. is this censorship, or an attempt to navigate a complicated social question about how we engage with one another and whose needs are prioritized? when ao3's legal team decided to overrule decisions made by policy and safety moderators about child sexually exploitative material posted on the archive in favor of 'maximum inclusivity of content,' was that a bold stance against censorship?

i just think it's wildly annoying to gesture vaguely at the institution of librarianship, as a codified professional field, as though its existence is a clear moral light in the currently very murky waters of information ethics. 'librarians exist, and have already figured this out! shut up about it.' librarians fuck things up all the time, and they certainly disagree with great frequency! there is no simple cheatcode to get out of having to talk about & think through ethical questions about content moderation & information access, especially charged ones! you have got to have a better answer than 'ALA says your personal views shouldn't affect the provision of information resources.' okay great, but one's personal views are not so easily set aside. in practice that provision means that librarians try to make themselves feel better about buying anti-vaxxer books. it doesn't mean that you actually abandon your personal perspective, and it certainly doesn't mean that your users should be expected to leave behind their personal views

[seepunkrun]

Hi, i was reading your post about working with Wayback Machine for old stories. Is there a way to view the NC-17 rated / age restricted stories? I haven't found a way to view these so far and a couple of my favourites are in this category. Any help / tips would be greatly appreciated. Thank you - Caro

There is a way to search the Wayback Machine (WBM) for AO3 works that are rated Mature or Explicit, but it takes some extra steps.

If you're not logged in to the AO3, and the WBM isn't, the archive requires you to click through an extra screen in order to access works with adult content. Unrated stories will also trigger this behavior. The archive then takes you to a work page that has some extra stuff added to the end of the work's URL, and this is what you need to look for when searching the WBM.

AO3 has lots of different things it appends to its URLs. Here are some common ones you might see:

?view_adult=true 

?view_full_work=true

?show_comments=true

For your purposes, you'll be looking for a saved copy that has that first one stuck on the end. These can also be combined. So if you're looking for a saved copy of an Explicit work with chapters, you probably need to find one with ?view_adult=true&view_full attached.

Now, there are two ways to get there. You've probably already tried the easy way, which is clicking the proceed/continue button on the Wayback copy of the work and hoping someone before you saved a complete copy. If there is one, you'll be taken to it.

If that doesn't work, there's still a chance there's a copy saved under some bonkers URL. Take the link for the fanwork you're searching for (it should look like this https://archiveofourown.org/works/4582), plug it into the search field on WBM, add an asterisk to the end of it, and hit go. The asterisk is a wildcard saying give me all the saved pages that start with this URL.

And it will! Just make sure it takes you to a page with an address like this:

That first asterisk makes the WBM show you copies saved on all dates. If there's a string of numbers in that area, it's a date, and it'll probably tell you no URL has been captured for that URL prefix, which may not necessarily be true.

If you manage to shake loose all of the URL captures for that prefix, you'll see something like this:

There are 76 pages of hits for that search because my work id was 4582 and the Wayback Machine is giving me every saved AO3 page that starts with those numbers. This means it's also returning hits for works like 45826 and 458240, etc. There's an easy fix for this, just reverse sort by URL by clicking on it at the top (you can see there's a little arrow beside it), and that puts the URL I was looking for right at the top. The first five hits are all captures of the fic I was looking for--it's one of my fics, for the record--but only four of those captures are complete. It's a chaptered work, so the third capture isn't the complete work.

I've sometimes found adult works saved under URLs without the "adult=true" so if you can't find it where it should be, you can always look where it shouldn't be. Many works have multiple captures for each URL, so be sure to check them all.

Here's my original post on using the Wayback Machine for anyone just joining us:

[genericpuff]

A lil' disclaimer.

Just because it's come up a couple times in the past, I wanna make something perfectly clear - I would never encourage people jump on other comics the way I do LO. The reason why LO is so heavily criticized by so many of us is because it's a multimillion phenomenon that... doesn't act like it is. It's so massively advertised both on the app AND outside of it (to the point it's gotten real life ads in New York) that for many people, it's an entry point into webcomics and yet it's functionally one of the worst webcomics out there, lacking in every major facet from composition to writing to character consistency.

Webcomics are an amazing medium that are loved so much for being accessible. Literally anyone can draw or write a comic. There are no rules, no restrictions, no corporate control. It's a lot of work, and not every person who tries to do it will be good at it or make money off it or become a worldwide phenomenon, but all you need to make one is an internet connection and an idea. You don't have to do it digitally, you don't have to be published through a platform, anyone can make webcomics. It's frankly been astounding to me to see it become an actual industry over the past several years.

Unfortunately, that industry has been led by corporations that do not value their creators, and comics that do not represent the best of what the medium has to offer. I only rip into LO as hard as I do for the same reason people rip into Twilight or Harry Potter or Overwatch 2 - it's a piece of work that's being professionally made with the expectation that people will pay for it and thus is held to a different standard and context than what you would hold a first timer or a hobbyist to.

If my rants do make any of you budding artists out there worry, then I apologize. But rest assured, I do not apply the same scrutiny to creators like you or myself as I do to LO. You're someone who's making this for fun, for free, for learning. You're doing it on your own time for your own personal gain, and very likely little to no monetary gain. LO is a commercially made project with millions of dollars of investments backing it, merchandising deals, a TV deal, and print books, not to mention multiple assistants ensuring that RS hits her deadlines, more assistants than most Originals creators can even afford. LO is barely even in the same playground as other Originals comics on the platform that can only afford 1-2 assistants and have to hope they can even get 2 hours of ad time in the banner reels; let alone compared to the Canvas comics or hobbyist-driven comics being made by someone like you or myself, which it isn't even neighbors with and hasn't been for years now.

I hold LO to a higher standard because I hold the industry to a higher standard - one that should be observed, analyzed, and discussed because of the precedent LO and top-earning comics like it sets in the industry and in the medium. Whether RS likes it or not, that's the reality of being a top creator in an industry, especially one that's still as new and unstable in the west as webcomics/webtoons.

Heavy is the head that wears the crown.

[wuxiaphoenix]

Worldbuilding: Flint vs. Match

Whatever genre you’re working in, not everyone in your story world is going to be working with the same level of technology. (Yes, I’m including “systematic magic use” under technology for the purposes of this post.) There are, and should be, multiple reasons for different tech levels. Some I can think of off the bat are restricted access, lack of money, and lack of available resources.

Access to technology, whether bleeding-edge or specialty archaic recreations, can be restricted multiple ways. One of the simplest ways to block access is to shut out certain people, or large groups of people, from being able to get at the information needed to build that technology. On the grim end of the scale we have the specs needed to make a working ICBM classified somewhere high above Top Secret. On the less life-threatening end, we have patent law; I designed X, nobody else is allowed to make it without my say-so and giving me a cut.

Note, this is the simplest way but also the least certain to hold up long-term. Humans are creative. Once a person knows something can be done, that’s a heck of a leg up on figuring out how to do it again. You can go further and restrict the know-how that leads to figuring out how to remake it, but that’s an ever-widening spiral of unintended consequences. There’s only so much knowledge of atomic physics you can slap Classified on before entire fields of study grind to a halt.

Making it more expensive to get that know-how is another way tech becomes uneven. These days someone who can’t get at least part-time access to the internet for research is far, far less able to gather info than someone who has no money to buy journal access, but enough bandwidth a month to scour the free articles on JSTOR, for example. (A lucky Google search turned up a link to an article on the Korean snap matchlock!)

In a world without wireless communications, someone has to physically go get the information you need. Transport and labor costs add up - and if the information you’re looking for is in a hostile nation, kingdom, or planetary power, that gets expensive. AKA, “GENESIS? Mutara restricted. Permits many; money more.”

Finally, a lack of resources to build the tech, or to build the tools you need to build the tech, is a very real handicap. One of the reasons Joseon Korea took centuries to move from the matchlock gun to flintlocks was a lack of good gunflints. They had to be imported, and that was expensive. Even if the king wanted to - and a few did - the government didn’t see the need to spend that kind of money changing the weapons of an entire army when the peninsula was at peace-

*Gets steamrollered by the Manchus. Twice.*

Consider who has what tech and why. It’s not just local color!

[talkethtothehandeth]

Hi! In response to this post https://www.tumblr.com/talkethtothehandeth/752350930418139136/if-you-ever-need-accommodations-for-a-venue-its could you maybe provide an example of what you said asking for accommodations? I feel like that could be really useful to me I just don’t know how to ask, how much to explain should I like full on Include doctors notes? just like how to go about it in general. Thank you!

Hope this isn’t weird! I just found your blog and I love your posts

Thanks for reaching out! It wasn't weird at all and that is very sweet of you to say! My anons are always open if people are too nervous to ask publicly, and my DM's are always open to anyone. I am unafraid of internet criticism, and I do not close them for the people who need or want to talk with me. I will share exactly what I wrote in the e-mail. For this occasion, I was specifically asking about bringing a bottle of electrolytes because I wasn't sure if I could get to concessions and to my seat (I would have to find the elevator, the venue is pretty large) in the upper mezzanine in time before they close the doors to the show. And venues usually have a "no outside food/drink" rule. Below the paragraphs I will include a reasoning for wording indicated by a *

"Hello,

My name is [your name], and I am writing in regards to my attendance for the showing of [the show's name] on [date] at [time] and accessibility/accommodation needs.

I was not able to buy an accessible seat beforehand, but I was able to find a seat at the end of a row which will help me step out of the room without disturbing the other patrons if need be should I encounter any sort of medical episode that I can manage privately. I might also use a mobility aid (a forearm crutch) to help me navigate the building with less pain. I would let a worker take this for the duration of the show, excluding the intermission, if it would be in the way of an aisle.

*an employee sometimes takes your unused aid and sets it safely in a corner that way other patrons can navigate the aisles without tripping!

Mobility aside, I am reaching out to ask if I am allowed to bring my own drink (which would be one bottle) to manage my symptoms as I require electrolytes daily at the request of multiple physicians due to a condition called postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome. This is a condition that causes me to experience presyncope (symptoms before someone faints) and syncope (actually losing consciousness); the electrolytes stave off my symptoms enough for me to feel comfortable that I, most likely, won’t experience a medical episode during the show time.

*you do not have to share your conditions ever, I just find that sharing mine along with a reasoning will help someone understand more as to why an accommodation is needed— it will make someone less likely to say no.

I understand that establishments rely on public or private funding, and I respect that and will be able to buy concessions to support the business as well. However, I will need to bring many medical supplies (which will fit in my backpack that meets the size limitations listed on your website) and my medical needs include the drink that I am instructed to consume in order to manage my symptoms. This is the only accommodation I ask for if possible as I have everything else I need to carry with me in my medical backpack.

*if you bring a bag, the venues will have size restrictions listed on their websites so that way they can fit securely and not get in the way; they usually search bags too for other's safety. My bag is full of medical supplies and will probably still be searched just because of their rules which I am more than fine with.

Thank you for your time, and I look forward to attending this show.

All the best,

[your name].

Keep reading under the cut

This e-mail was received well, and I even got called by the venue to tell me that they had open seating on that night and would move me to the floor for no extra charge. The lady also asked for me to come a little earlier that way the employees could help me to my seat (I will be letting them push me up a ramp as I am not strong enough for that) she said they have a few other disabled people who will need help as well, and that by coming early I could help their team. They told me that they would have a staff member waiting for me, and before the show starts I will ask to go to the concession stand to buy my snacks before hand and most likely stay in the main area during the intermission since there will be a lot of people to navigate around in my chair. This will be the first time I've ever been alone while in my chair, but the team has made me feel more confident that things will go smoothly while I am there.

It is always worth reaching out, even if things might not go as smoothly as this— I hope that this is a good template to help you in the future. It can be scary to ask, but all I was met with was the lady saying, "We want you to be as comfortable as possible, so anything you need to bring to help you, please feel free to bring it." This is also the first ever time I asked for accomodations, and it worked very well.

I will make a new post before and after the show about how things go and how the staff treats me during the night, and I'll tag you if you'd like.

[symbiotic-slime]

someone needs to restrict my internet access I cannot be reading comics I hate just to feel something

[sexisdisgusting]

I feel like I need to send this to someone. But I think my stepdad's grandson (age 13-15) says he wants to be a girl.

He fits all the boxes- diagnosed as autistic, really good with computers, doesn't fit in with the family's toxic masculinity expectations, mom had him when she was young and really couldn't give a shit about him, never met his dad, never leaves his room, etc.

I wouldn't be surprised if he's being groomed on Discord. Which is horrifying.

But my mom said she wants to ask the grandson:

"why do you want to be a woman? If a woman had a choice, she'd be born a man because being a woman is traumatic / it's not fun"

And "why do you think you're special enough to choose what you want to be when everyone else in the world wants to be different than what they are too?"

Which are all good questions, I think. I think more trans people should be asked that?

But I hope that he doesn't get groomed into it more. My stepdad's nephew's stepdad and the step grandma are super worried about it. Apparently my stepdad found a pink purse in the grandson's stuff… I hope there's a stop to it before there's hormones and stuff involved.

(Also we're mutuals but I'm sending this on anon because I don't want ppl to come at me. I hope you understand. I love you. Please have a good day and be safe.)

i love you so much mootina, i understand why youd want to send this on anon!

ughhh this sounds like a tricky situation, it really is fucking unfortunate how gnc children are groomed into transitioning, i really pray for the safety and protection of your stepdads grandson :(

i agree w ur mom, and i think those are indeed important questions to ask! i think someone needs to have a sitdown with him and discuss these feelings hes having and tbh... restrict his internet access, at least for a while... or at least discord

i dont trust discord at all

im sorry to hear abt this all :(( please keep me updated ilysm, i hope things work out

[shellxrls]

i’m so down bad for hugh laurie it’s actually not even funny anymore. someone needs to restrict my internet access.

[philsmeatylegss]

Just remembered the Nth Rooms and it just makes me think about how me, who spent ages 10 to now with mostly unrestricted internet access and it led to a lot of my hobbies and positive traits, am so for parents monitoring their children’s internet activities until ages 13 to 15.

I was fortunate enough to encounter situations with adults as a young minor and knew how to properly handle the situation and not endanger myself (for the most part). Basics like not sharing your full name, pictures, address, etc. But it is so easy to manipulate someone of that age to do otherwise.

I’ve talked about this on my side blog, @ed-recoverry , but at age 13, I posted a “body check” (restrictive ED people know). To put it blunt, I was fully naked with just underwear and my nipples scribbled out. Once again, I had the brains to not put my face in, but there were identifying factors. About ten minutes later, an anonymous account tagged me. They had reposted that photo. I was fortunate to contact enough people where Instagram actually had to respond (reporting photos rarely did anything in 2016) and the post was taken down. But I often think about what if the account didn’t tag me, blocked me right after posting? There was a very real chance my nude 13 year old body with identifying features could have remained on Instagram till this day.

Thankfully this is the only dangerous situation I encountered on the internet, and obviously now at age 21 I see how moronically stupid it was to post myself, especially nude, but you just don’t think that.

I had multiple adults through one way or another try to talk to me with the intention, upon reflecting, of sending nudes or engaging in sexual stuff. Once again, I’m thankful to have had the awareness that I always blocked as soon as the person asked for pictures or my phone number, but that just is something to small for a child to remember to do.

On tiktok, I see so many, so many, (especially girls) post casually about being groomed and sending explicit photos of themselves at ages 10-14. Especially if you are vulnerable, if you are starting to deal with mental health issues like I was, you just don’t have the ability to think about the implications and possible outcomes.

This all happened 2013-2017 when iPhones were just a big question mark and no on really understood what was possible with it. It was a new concept of direct messaging a random kid halfway across the world on Twitter and asking for nudes. It’s a situation, at the time, no one really thought to warn kids about.

Obviously, I’m not in elementary and middle school now, but I hope so much that it’s been implemented into education internet safety, with explicit emphasis on not sharing personal information, sending photos, and not engaging in conversations with adults, no matter who they say they are.

I don’t plan on being a parent, but I just hope millennials and gen z who are having kids or had kids who are approaching ages 10-14 have multiple conversations about not only what not to do online, but also why they shouldn’t do it and if they ever encounter something, they should tell an adult. If you tell a kid just not to share their address, they don’t have the ability to infer that that is because someone could come to your house and harm you. That is something that needs to be spelled out.

And I just think, especially early on, that is something you can easily enforce with monitoring. Although, I also am a firm believer that monitoring should just be used to see if 1) they are talking to anyone 2) they are doing something illegal (usually not on purpose, stumbling upon something). I am a strong believer that teenagers deserve privacy on their phones. And if you taught internet safety, made it a habit to not engage with strangers, explaining what can happen, it just makes a child less likely to even engage with an adult. And if they do, they know what details not to share and when the discussion is dangerous.

I do think being unrestricted online very young had a lot of very positive impacts on me. I was starting to question why I didn’t have similar personalities or interests than my classmates. And going online helped me realize that I wasn’t alone. And hearing curse words and seeing kissing never caused any damage. That’s why, even though I’m a huge advocate for monitoring, I’m a huge advocate for only interfering if your child is in danger. I found porn for the first time because Tyler Oakley (?) referenced cake farts in a video and I thought haha farts are funny and I looked it up and it was a naked woman farting on a cake. It happens. As long as they don’t click on the “horny milfs near you,” it’s okay to leave it alone and never bring it up.

As I said, was just thinking about the Nth room and how many of the victims, mostly the minors, were contacted on Facebook or Twitter or other mainstream, often harmless apps. Apps where conversations can be quickly deleted. And when I see the stories of minor victims in that situation, I can easily envision 12 year old me falling for it.

I feel so lucky that the other 12 year old who was my first internet friend, shoutout to Katie, was a real twelve year old. We sent pics back and forth, bot those easily could have been faked. Or of someone else. There’s just so many situations I can think of being online as a kid that could have so easily ended awful if I made one different small choice.

The internet at an early age can be a gift and be a very positive thing if there are appropriate guidelines. I’m a huge defender that the internet and social media has more positives and negatives and a big believer in the benefits of being on social media and being exposed to the wider world. But I can’t deny the danger in it. This is so random and idk if anyone is reading this who has kids or plans to have kids, but when it comes to introducing them to phones and laptops, please heed the warning from philsmeatylegss

[robbinggoodfellows]

I had the random idea of Mischa coming into choir one day and he’s wasted and he just passes out in front of everyone so here’s how I think that extremely specific scenario would play out:

*Mischa faints* Noel: Oh shit oh god oh no

Ocean: What just happened?????

-Ricky aggressively signs jokes to Penny the whole time

Penny: Ricky says you need to slap him to wake him up!!

Noel: I’m not gonna hit him, he’s my boyfriend

Ocean: HES NOT GONNA BE YOUR BOYFRIEND IF YOU DONT WAKE HIM UP

-Constance goes to find a teacher who isn’t gonna be an asshole about helping Mischa

-Ocean is extremely panicked, she’s pacing the room and somehow still finds time to bicker with Noel

-Ricky keeps trying to get Noel to give Mischa mouth to mouth

Ricky, signing: Give him mouth to mouth, we all already ship you guys

Noel: Someone needs to restrict your internet access, Ricky.

Penny: Just kiss Mischa and get it over with

Noel: HIS BREATH SMELLS LIKE PISS AND VOMIT IM NOT DOING THAT

Ocean: YOU WANT HIM TO DIE???????

-Constance could not find a teacher, but she had a solution of her own. She returns with a cup of water

Ocean: What’s that???

Constance: In shows when someone passes out they throw water on them

-Without warning she throws the cup of water in Mischa’s face, also drenching Noel in the process

-Mischa actually wakes up from that, and he’s pissed

Penny: CONSTANCE IS GOD :0

Mischa: Hey, guys… >:(

Ocean: Hey, Mischa. What the fuck?

-the choir is SHOCKED because OCEAN SAYS FUCK NOW????