#this is SO funny to me i love the internet

[missfertileandferal]

lowkey super anxious to post this but im missing you guys so much <3

i plan on a solid return soon! i just wanted to get off my chest whats been going on:

Earlier this year, I dealt with an awful situation of my kinky stuff leaking into real life. My insane coworkers found my content and as I was serving on the clock, proceeded to show my customers and all the staff. then i was fired. Im traumatized to say the least but I over came it.

Come mid summer, I planned so step back for a little bit to move apartments no more than a couple weeks. What happened was both my job (i worked with close family friends so stressful) and a really bad situation with a companion found about my kink stuff. i never expected or was prepared for the humiliation, deception, and pain that would come from my fetish journey

My last job was such a loss. I had been blessed with a cute job as a medical office assistant without any credentials (i wasnt doing anything out of my capabilities of course) it was so peaceful and perfect compared to the drama of my last gig plus working with familiar people felt just like home honestly. Then I got covid. I was out for 2 weeks, at the same time i was moving into my new place. I tried calling them back to let them know I was cleared and ready to get back to work. I received a humiliating text. I was dismissed. That turned into a crippling anxiety of them confessing to my family what I do in my past time

The following week I was met with more disappointment. Ive said this before but I dont have many people in my corner. It used to suck to admit but I stand with pride now knowing those who are around me love me 100% regardless what I do or dont do.

One of my dearest dearest friends, who I had previously communicated what I do (not to a full extent they always respected it) called me very dramatically only a week before I planned to see them (they live across the country and we ALWAYS visit each other when in our cities) It still doesnt feel real tbh, the call only last 40 seconds. I was informed that “I was going on the wrong path” and could no longer be associated with. That’s alls that happened. 8 years down the drain

I was informed by outside sources that my hometown opps had gotten hold of my content (who my ex friend still associate with but I despise bc they’ve always been obsessed with me but in a bad way) and they had confronted him about being my friend. he pussied out and cut me off. they also mass reported my last instagram account😡🤬

I had to take some time back to seriously debate if these loses were worth it. I was swallowed with so much anxiety knowing that an uncomfortable amount of people in my zip code knew what ive been up to. its already complicated being into this and while at the same time not being in a plus size body. thats another conversation tho

That debate has turned into me accepting these events as the universe weeding out people/things that no longer serve me. This has shown peoples true colors, if I am not to be associated with because of my sexual freedom, body acceptance, and undoing of fat phobia then PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE.

Im recovering ❤️‍🩹 but my heart and hedonism can’t be helped. i love being a kinky lil gut slut. its helped me grow in so many ways from acceptance to living an esoteric dreamy life. i love all the hot girls and guys that i see on my timeline. they hype me up and vise versa. i love this little corner of the internet. my fellow freaks keep me going. i’ve been so on and off online but every time i come back to the sweetest words and support. thank you guys for your patience and consideration

my anxiety is to the roof as im typing. its crazy that these privacy problems havent been within the actual community. funny. if your still reading this I love you extra. ill be streaming on ig on my comeback day!

new ig acc @missfertileandferal💘

[2001hz]

hi, i just want to preface this by saying that i admire your blog and your dedication to archival and the preservation of culture.

i wanted to ask you a few questions about it since i’m interested in developing an archival project myself.

what is the process like for you doing your own scans? where do you source these materials and how do you choose what you’re scanning? is it an intuitive process or do you have a specific vision for what you seek out?

i’m interested in knowing what your journey is with archiving and how you became interested in it to begin with.

i hope you have a good last couple weeks of summer!

hello and thank you!

the process of scanning magazines and books from my personal collection/library is almost always specific Im always going through the years of said fashion designer’s work and trying my hardest to research as much information as possible, for example; naoki takizawa great designer has designed some of the best menswear and womenswear for ISSEY MIYAKE, I’ll scan and research the womenswear collections he worked on that the majority of fashion consumers rarely talk about, I’ve always loved learning and gaining new knowledge about fashion so doing that not only helps me but fashion enthusiasts as well. that’s really the joy of it all.

it’s the same process for art as well, but different, I love imperfections and grotesque things. so I research artists that express ‘ugly’ imagery beautifully. hr giger work has always portrayed that for me so I scan his concept art for alien and his work before and after that.

sourcing information digitally is troublesome especially if you want a handful of coverage, I’ll just recommend collecting as much fashion magazines like WWD.

I became interested in archiving on the internet back in 2017 and I didn’t really start scanning things until 2019, I love spreading information and passionately telling people about my favorite fashion designer’s work so this has been a passion project for me ever since then. im a student of art and fashion so I humbly think I open thought loops like no other but one’s ideas is truly not original so I do things with my blog a little differently than others when dissecting the world of art and fashion.

on the topic of archiving and preserving fashion, when I was younger had met a model in real life before knowing she was a model I just thought she was really tall, funny enough the next day I had seen her on america’s next top model very surreal moment for me but I live in NY so I guess things like that could happen at anytime. that gained my love and passion for fashion but it wasn’t until I got my hands on a Y-3 jacket I had found back in 2011-2012 while on the clock with my dad in manhattan, super cool memorable moment for me, I’ve always been fond of Yohji Yamamoto.

being from NY you live and breathe fashion through every era, so that played a huge part of me being the fashion nerd I am today, seen every phase in real time, the nigo bape era, 2010s supreme, rick owens, ralph lauren rugby polo, the marmot 'biggie' era, street goth, glunge, indie sleaze etc, my palate for fashion has grown overtime leading me more into passionately connecting to fashion on a spiritual level and continuing to do so as Im typing this.

so this has been a long journey of mine and if my blog and the essence that I bring to 2001hz impacted you in anyway I appreciate you and wishing u the best of luck.

[shitsndgiggs]

hi girll !

i saw that you post the long distance relationship with hector that was my request..so thanks 🫶🏼🫶🏼

is that possible to have one more imagine with hector ? like something the reader is an influencer and she became famous really quickly and get a lot of followers. and one day hector dms her and they start talking and few weeks after she went to barcelona for his birthday and to enjoy time with him and they are really closed. (i don’t have a lot of inspiration but at the end, they finished in love…)

thanks !!

OUT IN THE OPEN - HÉCTOR FORT

…

Héctor Fort x influencer! reader

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My rise to internet fame was nothing short of wild. One day, I was posting beauty tips and lifestyle content for my small group of followers, and the next, my account blew up overnight.

Suddenly, I was an influencer, with brand deals, interviews, and thousands of people watching my every move.

It was surreal, to say the least. But nothing—and I mean nothing—could have prepared me for that DM.

Hector Fort. Yes, the Hector Fort. Barcelona's rising football star, DMing me out of the blue.

It started so casually, with him commenting on one of my photos where I was in Barcelona during a quick weekend getaway: "Next time you’re here, let me give you a real tour of the city."

At first, I thought it was a prank. Maybe some fan account or a really convincing fake profile. But no, the blue checkmark was there, and after doing some internet sleuthing, I confirmed it was him. The real Hector.

I stared at the message for what felt like an eternity, trying to figure out how to respond without sounding like a complete fangirl. I typed out something witty: "A real tour, huh? Is that a promise?"

From there, it snowballed. What started as simple back-and-forth messages turned into daily conversations.

We talked about everything—football, life in the spotlight, my sudden fame, and his matches. It felt natural, easy, like I had known him for years.

One night, about two weeks in, Hector mentioned his birthday was coming up. He was casual about it, but there was an invitation hidden in his words.

"You should come to Barcelona for my birthday," he texted me one evening. "I’ll show you that tour I promised."

The flight to Barcelona felt like it took forever. It wasn’t my first time in the city, but it was definitely the most nerve-wracking. I was finally going to meet Hector in person.

I arrived in Barcelona a day before his birthday, and we planned to meet up at his place later that night.

My stomach churned with nerves as I approached the door, my heart racing in anticipation.

The door swung open, and there he was—Hector, looking even better than in his photos. His smile was warm and inviting, and I instantly felt a little more at ease.

“You made it,” he said, pulling me into a hug, his voice a little muffled as he spoke into my hair.

“I did,” I smiled, relaxing into the hug. “Happy early birthday, by the way.”

“Thanks,” he grinned, pulling back just enough to look at me, his eyes twinkling with a mix of amusement and something else I couldn’t quite place. “Come on, let’s make this weekend unforgettable.”

The next few days were a blur of birthday celebrations, late-night talks, and just enjoying each other’s company. Hector was exactly like he’d been over the phone—funny, thoughtful, and always making me laugh.

On the day of his match, I sat in the stands with the VIPs, watching him warm up on the field. I’d never been much of a football fan before, but watching Hector out there, so focused and in his element, made my heart swell with pride.

I was completely lost in the game, cheering him on with every touch of the ball.

When Barcelona scored, I jumped to my feet, clapping and shouting with the crowd. Hector glanced toward the stands, searching until his eyes met mine.

Even from the pitch, I saw the faint smile spread across his face. That moment made my heart flutter.

As the final whistle blew, signaling Barcelona’s victory, the players began celebrating on the field. The atmosphere was electric, with fans singing and chanting.

I watched Hector as he made his way toward the tunnel, but before he disappeared into the locker room, he turned and started walking in my direction.

My heart pounded as he came closer, his eyes locked on mine. I could feel people staring, whispers swirling around me, but I didn’t care. Hector reached the edge of the stands and smiled up at me.

“You came all this way,” he said softly, his voice carrying over the noise of the stadium.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” I said, smiling down at him, my heart racing in my chest.

He hesitated for a moment, glancing around at the crowd of fans and cameras. Then, he stepped forward, reaching for my hand. “You know people are going to talk, right?” he asked, his voice low and serious. “They already are.”

I glanced around, noticing the people already snapping photos and recording us. I could see the headlines in my head, but I didn’t care. I squeezed his hand and met his gaze.

“Let them talk,” I said firmly, smiling. “I don’t care.”

Hector’s face lit up, his eyes softening. Without another word, he leaned in and kissed me—right there in front of thousands of people.

His lips were warm and soft against mine, and for a moment, the entire stadium seemed to fade away.

The crowd around us erupted in cheers and gasps, but all I could focus on was Hector. His kiss was gentle but firm, filled with unspoken feelings we hadn’t yet put into words.

When we finally pulled apart, Hector grinned at me, his hand still holding mine. “Guess it’s official now, huh?”

I laughed, breathless. “I’d say so.”

Hector chuckled, giving my hand a squeeze before heading back toward the locker room. But not before turning back and flashing me a playful wink.

[heavyhitterheaux]

“Maybe next time, check your surroundings”

You and Jack were currently trying not to look at one another because you knew that it would end up with the both of you laughing when Neelam was trying to be serious about the situation that occurred a few days ago.

However, that was short lived when you two made eye contact making Neelam’s face harden.

“This is NOT funny, you two.”

“Says who?” Jack asked her as he was trying to wipe away tears from his eyes. Seeing this sent you into a fit of giggles all over again.

“I swear the two of you wake up and ask yourselves what can we do to make Neelam’s job harder today and the two of you succeed every single time, I swear.” She responded as she rubbed her temples.

“Nee, come on. It’s not that big of a deal.” You told her as you laid across Jack’s lap and she instantly rolled her eyes.

“Not a big deal? A picture of your boobs are literally on the internet from your late night backseat shenanigans.”

“So are Rihanna’s.” Jack added and you quickly nodded.

“Oh, don’t even give me that. At least she was at an EVENT. The two of you were fucking in the backseat of Jack’s car.”

“Hmm, speculation! They don’t know that!” Jack yelled and you started laughing all over again.

“Do the two of you take anything seriously?”

“Define serious for us one time. And I thought it was a pretty good shot of my boobs anyway. Besides, we know you can make this whole thing go away.”

“Not the point Y/N!”

“Hey, at least I’m with my husband and not some random guy! Now that would send people over the edge. Besides, what's a little side boob action?”

“Y/N! THEY COULD SEE THE WHOLE BOOB! BOTH OF THEM! THE PICTURE IS SO CLEAR THAT THEY CAN SEE YOUR PIERCINGS IN THE PICTURE!”

“Oh, I hope they got a good angle of me, but it’s clear that they definitely did.”

“Hey, Nee, at least we didn’t break any beds this time.” Jack told her as he pulled you onto his lap and hugged you from behind.

“I will never forgive the two of you for waking me up in the middle of the night for that complete utter nonsense. Now I see why Urban says all of the time that the two of you make him sick.”

“I just love my wife, look how pretty she is. Stop hating.”

“We all know she’s pretty and no one is hating. You two are going to have 20 kids if you don’t get a damn grip.”

“He happens to always have a good grip on my thighs when he needs to.” You commented and Jack couldn’t help but to smirk.

“ENOUGH Y/N! ENOUGH!”

“Okay, are we done here? I need to go and get my wife pregnant.” 

Neelam sighed and knew deep down that the two of you would probably do it again and knew that there was no stopping you.

“Maybe next time, check your surroundings.”

“Sure, so they can get a show.”

“Y/N THAT IS NOT WHAT I MEANT!”

[riathedreamer]

I did celebrate in the server yesterday, but I forgot to scream here!

Yesterday was the one year anniversary of the official Footnotes server! I remember being so anxious about attempting to start a Discord server for my fic - would people be nice, would there be drama, would people care, would people even join?

I expected maybe a handful of readers and I would be grateful for every one of them.

And now, a year later, we are almost 150 people in there, and I cannot imagine not having this amazing community full of kind, supportive, funny talented people! People who comfort each other, who hang out, who praise each other, who inspire each other! All the lovely movie nights and voice chats! The chaos after dropping a chapter, and the speculation - Oh the speculation! Writing a mystery fic, I always hoped readers would have fun finding and playing with clues. I am forever amazed seeing how clever and observant my readers are when they share their thoughts in the Spec Hub - which has *28K messages alone* in that channel!

The fact we have a channel dedicated to resources - timelines, summaries of theories, conspiracy board!

That we have a fanart *archive* because we ran out of pins in the main fanart channel!

But most importantly - that I wake up always having someone to talk to. It's been a tough year personally, and according to my parents, this server has saved me. This place has given me friends, a sense of purpose, so many souls willing to listen and be supportive! The fact that I see people in the server becoming friends with each other is so so heartwarming. The fact that some have met in real life - and that more are planning to do so!

The internet can be a rotten place most of the time, but the Footnotes server is such a light in the dark, and I am so grateful for all of you.

Man, this post is just pure gushing, but I still cannot believe I am lucky enough to have all of this.

Anyway, join the fun and become a sad, gay bird in the Footnotes server!

To the stars we haven't seen yet!

[kaengeru]

slowly turning enya into a TLOU clicker except she just rambles at you in really really bad english

[nicolloyd]

the characterisation of lloyd in the games is my favourite thing ever he says stuff that early season lloyd would not say and i really appreciate his sass

[sskk-manifesto]

I feel like the anime underdid Atsushi's cuteness which is such a shame because chapter 41 Atsushi is about the cutest Atsushi in the whole manga so here's chapter 41 Atsushi for your consideration

[thisischeri]

Apple Pro Mouse, 2000

instagram: cheri.png

[lazycranberrydoodles]

hanguang-jun...

lan wangji in ace attorney!! turn on sound 🔊 / traced over edgeworth's sprites :) more info below the cut ↓

also including a bonus Happy Wangji that i couldn't fit into the video!

his share code is YCNKBA! the music used is Recollection -- Light and Shadow of the Film Studio. I thought it had a nice, contemplative feel, between Suspense, which was too intense for the scene, and Heartbroken Maya, which was too sad. the wwx/jc/lwj reunion scene is truly sososo interesting in every adaptation.

→ masterpost here! ←

[zafirosreverie]

On His way to kill some old man because he dared to SPEAK to him. The nerve 😤

[syrupyyyart]

Biggest folley of Motley and why it got so difficult for me to write was because I kept getting so caught up on trying to represent every aspect of their stories all at once anytime there were on screen, when really I need to remember that they are in fact Just Little Guys

[wis-art]

Women, so pretty, so shaped, i am so lesbian,,,

[cowboy-robooty]

no shame to whoever likes this stuff but i always think its insane just how many people like hetalia where theyre sobbing and terrible people and abuse and cheating and crazysauce shit. cuz i love evil stories with darker themes/relationships too dont get me wrong but it feels to me like doing that to hetalia is like doing that to looney tunes. me when woodpecker has irreversably traumatized coyote and [REDACTED][REDACTED][REDACTED]. im just sayin guys i think hetalia fandom is in the same ballpark of the south park fandom sometimes

[eddiegettingshot]

kinda think the miserable people on here would be much happier if they had a best friend. like i am not convinced that they have best friends because if they did then they would probably be way happier and have way more fun. because that’s what life is like when you have a best friend.

[kasper7489]

I kinda hopped into the dc fandom by reading fics (I know I know lmao)

But as I've read more comics and looked into different characterization and analysis I now have a more developed idea as to how I view a lot of the characters and have preferences to how their written. I'm def the type to click out a fic if I find myself thinking 'he would not fucking say that'

Anyway this is just to say it's very funny to me when I go thru some of the fics I bookmarked at the begining of my interest and find myself going Uh Oh! I don't think I can read this anymore!