#if I ever felt like using a Twitter-like platform in a Twitter-like way

[aetherograph]

Sherlock Holmes fandom has been going along since 1887. There are fandoms older than Star Trek that are still primarily offline. That's the thing is that online used to be slower, and that was the location a lot of us learned to associate with fandom and the only way some of us can find other fans of things, especially obscure things. But after social media and everything OP is saying, the internet became... a very different place. Before the capitalists figured out how to make it profitable, the internet was ignored and blissfully free of large-scale social abuse by advertisers and companies looking to exploit people for a quick buck. And we can't put that djinn back in the bottle.

I don't know the way forward. I just know that there's no going backwards, no matter how functional the past was. We have to find some way forward from here. I've been frustrated for years, ever since strikethrough when everyone went to tumblr and twitter and not dreamwidth; but it's very clear to me that there's never going to be any exodus from tumblr until it crashes, and even then people will likely move to another social media platform, not a blogging one. Blogging is gone. It's not coming back, however frustrating and heartbreaking that is, it's sort of clear that it's not coming back. The internet we knew, the one that had an onboarding process, the one that felt like a small secret place free of capitalism and mercantilism, is gone forever. I used to think maybe there would pop up a new place we could go to escape capitalism, but the youth don't seem capable of conceiving that there's a second of your life you would not be trying to sell something. It makes me sad, and it makes me frustrated, and everyone is more miserable for it; but I don't know that we can really reverse it.

I don't know the way forward. I wish I did.

Not people saying “Fandom has always been like this” in that vent post I made. No. It hasn’t always been like this. Fandom has NEVER been like this until recently and if you were in fandom pre-tumblr purge, pre-twitter, pre-netflix boom, pre-tiktok….then you would fucking know it was nothing like this.

We still had the drive to create. We still sold prints and charms and made zines…but it was never like this.

The introduction of streaming, binge shows that drop all at once, tiktok and vine RIP i still love u vine but you were the beginning of a particularly ugly era) creating this bite sized, quick paced ‘content’ era of creation and it bled out into fucking everything else.

Fandoms didn’t die down when the show ended or the season was over. You didn’t mass unfollow artist, writers or moots just because they changed fandoms. There wasn’t this need to please the algorithm in order for your posts to get seen by people and enjoyed.

Fandoms used to last YEARS. Star Trek is literally the oldest running fandom out there and you got people in there that could care less about the new stuff and still have been happily prancing through their fucking fifty year old fandom today. Hell, even SPN after all it’s fuckups and shitshows has a dedicated fanbase STILL creating tons of art and fic.

There is no patience anymore. No calm feeling of taking in fandom and friends at a pace that which doesn’t make you stressed and is still fun.

Do I blame fandom for this? Of course not, but people are complacent with it and start changing their vocab to accommodate and end up making the situation so deep it cant be fixed.

We call Art & Fic Content now, completely stripping the value of what it is to a level of consumerism instead of personal entertainment & community bonding.

[phantomrose96]

I made a Bluesky because why not? Follow for the joys of staring at a beautiful empty profile.

[cowboyschumi]

HEARTLESS

Summary: Lando Norris has entered his heartless era with no intention of leaving it anytime soon. Now he’s hunting for prey on Raya, and that’s where he stumbles upon you.

Author’s note: Y'all really thirst over Mister Norris, my god. English is not my first language. Enjoy the reading lovelies, interactions are much appreciated.

Warnings: Slightly suggestive, cheating mention, cursing ig. Tried to be inclusive, reader's gender is not specified.

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COWBOYSCHUMI | 2025 All rights reserved. Do not copy, translate, or upload on other platforms.

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Luisa was the best Lando ever had, everyone knew it including him, but he wouldn’t admit it out loud. The only ones cheering over their breakup were jealous, parasocial thirteen-year-olds.

But that was long ago. He moved on pretty quickly, not exactly beating the cheating allegations. Russian model this, Brazilian actress that… and it was all true. There was no denying. He was really enjoying his singleness, having a blast every heated Sunday. But beyond that? Nothing. He got scared easily by commitment or brushed off any trace of a slight chance of dating someone seriously.

He didn’t know why, this tendency to avoid and escape. Deep down, he knew he was hurt. Not hurt by someone else, though. He did it all by himself, ruining the only real thing he ever had. Fans who cared pointed it out: 'His spark is missing,' 'We miss silly old Lando!'

And after claiming he didn’t want to mature because he was happy where he was, he finally matured. Or at least, he pretended to, showing himself as nonchalant and bold. Expressiveness and cameras were just a performance, because in his daily life, he still acted like a teenage boy, eager to get laid

Anyone with an average experience on dating apps knew they were the worst—a way to boost egos based on looks, only to end up rejected and discarded. Raya seemed different, more polite, you guessed. You weren’t the dating type, but curiosity got the best of you. You wanted to know what the hype was about.

Lando, on the other hand, spent most of his day on that app. Every girl swiped right on him, but he rarely matched with someone he actually liked. He wasn’t too strict about looks, he was more of a 'the bigger, the better' type of guy.

Raya wasn’t Tinder. Access was limited, and confidentiality was a must. That’s why you were really surprised when you got in after an exhausting approval process. Your friends freaked out, screamed, and practically climbed the walls of your apartment—the excitement was real. Maybe even a little more than yours.

"Hand me the phone." I don’t even know all these people you’re swiping left and right on." Your patience was limited, and your friends knew exactly how to test it. They kept using your Raya like it was theirs while you minded your own business, eating ice cream. You had no intention of swiping, and the girls knew it, that’s why they took matters into their own hands.

"Oh. My. God. Shut up."

"That’s Lando Norris!" One of them immediately snatched the phone from your friend’s hands.

"Who’s Lando Norris?"

They looked at you like you had just committed a crime, or like they’d seen a ghost behind you. You weren’t sure if your question was out of place or if it was the fact that you had just spoken with a spoonful of ice cream in your mouth

"You’re kidding, right?" Finally, one of them spoke after a long, awkward silence.

FOMO—a word used by chronically online people to describe the fear of missing out, not knowing what’s going on, feeling excluded. That was exactly how you felt for not knowing who Lando Norris was.

"Formula One driver?" Now the phone was in your hands. You were reading his description with the screen practically glued to your face, like a mom who can’t see a thing unless it’s that close.

"That guy beat Verstappen a few times, right?" That was the only thing you could come up with, just from scrolling through Twitter and catching bits of the news. You didn’t know a single thing about the sport.

And sometimes, famous people liked that: their love interests not knowing anything about them, their jobs, the rumors, or the creepy facts.

Your Raya profile didn’t have anything special, aside from your picture-perfect photos. Celebrities didn’t actually care about you deep down—only if you fit their beauty standards. Being active and checking profiles wasn’t on your to-do list. It was just pure curiosity.

But somehow, you two matched. May the universe know under what circumstances and why.

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"When will I have the chance to meet you?"

His text was blunt, like you already knew each other. Maybe even a little desperate.

"What happened to 'Hello, how are you, my name is…'?"

You answered sarcastically, but truthfully. Not introducing yourselves was kind of rude. But you got the point, Lando didn’t care about who you were or what you had to say. The quicker you ended up in his bed, the better.

He laughed at your text, you had the kind of sense of humor he’d fall for. He wouldn’t lie, he enjoyed how obsessed girls were with him and how quickly the dirty talk escalated with just one message. But to his surprise, you weren’t that easy to win over.

"Haha, sorry. Is dinner fine with you?"

Wow, he was really a bad texter. The driest you’d ever seen, dare you say. Was it a guy thing or just a wannabe mysterious famous person thing? You hoped the conversation would be better in person because, damn, it’d be a shame if his pretty face had nothing to say.

"Send me the addy. I don’t need an F1 driver picking me up, I’d rather pass."

Your fear of speed was a thing.

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Lando was attractive. You weren’t exactly interested, but nervousness ran through your veins. Dates always did this over you—stuttering, sweaty palms, and way too much overthinking. You even considered canceling, but your friends wouldn’t let you.

You were a fashion design student, meaning you had some knowledge of trends and what suited your silhouette. Lately, silky long attires were your go-to for night fits; simple, elegant. You dressed for yourself, for comfort, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy the attention and the flattering compliments on your fashion sense.

Monaco was small. Getting anywhere was a short drive, so the Uber didn’t take long. But as you stepped out of the car, your stomach twisted. The restaurant in front of you was huge, glowing with warm lights, yet no people coming in or out. The classic internet trap flashed through your mind—what if there was no Lando Norris waiting for you at all?

“Y/N?”

His voice sounded unsure. He was glued to his phone, shamelessly checking if you actually looked like the pictures he’d been thirsting over on that awful app.

You turned around slowly, mentally cursing yourself, and then your friends. And there he was.

He really screamed Formula One driver. The expensive car gave him away immediately. You had boots on, and he was wearing sneakers, making him not nearly as tall as you expected. You bit your cheek, trying not to laugh at the fact that you were practically the same height.

How were you supposed to act on a date with someone worldwide famous?

Lando leaned in to kiss your cheek, but you instinctively extended your hand for a handshake instead. The night hadn’t even started, and you already wanted the earth to swallow you.

“Shall we?”

He offered his arm, effortlessly charming. Gentleman, innit?

You hesitated before looping your arm through his, still not saying a word. But as you stepped into the restaurant, your stomach dropped.

The place was empty. No other customers. Just you and him.

Your face went pale because there was only one explanation.

He did not…

“Mister Norris!”

A well-dressed waiter greeted him with familiarity. They knew each other. With a simple hand gesture, he led you both to your table. The level of formality made you feel like royalty.

Dim lighting, soft music. A candle flickered in the center of the round table, it had the scent of chocolate, if your nostrils weren’t failing you. The ambiance was undeniably beautiful.

He really outdid himself.

You sat down, eyes narrowing at him. "You did not rent out this whole place just for us."

"Yeah, I did."

Lando chuckled, his smile boyish—like a kid caught red-handed. You playfully shoved his shoulder, you hated surprises and gifts in any format.

Your face burned red, so you instinctively hid behind the menu. Of course, he noticed. He found it adorable.

His foot lightly tapped yours under the table, trying to get your attention. "Are we playing hide and seek now?"

You sighed, setting the menu down just so he could see you roll your eyes. "What are you ordering?" you asked in a hushed tone, like it was some kind of secret, despite the fact that no one else was around.

Your elbows rested on the table as you leaned slightly toward him. He did the same. The tiny candle was the only thing between you.

There was no need for flirtation or innuendos—the tension was already there.

For you two, banter was enough.

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"So, fashion designer, huh?" He asked, cutting his food, trying to throw the conversation toward you.

"So, Formula One driver, huh?" You mocked him, mimicking his tone—because, seriously, that was the most basic question ever. Your background was more than obvious; it was explicitly written on Raya. But you got it—he was just as nervous as you were.

One thing Lando was sure of: you weren’t like his other dates. My god, you were hard to get. An hour in, and there had been no physical contact at all—just chatter, chatter. Not that he was complaining. You were an interesting and undecipherable human being.

"How many girls have you brought here?"

You loved making people uncomfortable with your questions, especially when you already knew the answer—you just wanted to see their reaction. Lando practically choked on his food at your out-of-the-blue assumption.

"W-what?"

It was hilarious how fast he grabbed his water, like he couldn’t believe how unfiltered you were. You repeated the question, and he had no choice but to answer.

"I don’t know… two or three?"

At least he was honest. Or tried to be.

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Dinner happened, to your surprise, quickly—because time moved fast when you were really enjoying yourself, losing track of it completely. Luckily, the Formula One driver caught up with your jokes, knowing exactly how to turn them back on you. Like an Uno reverse card. For you, there was nothing more intimate than teasing each other mutually and just the right amount. Some people couldn’t take a joke, and that was such a turn-off. But Lando simply got you.

Now, you were exiting the glamorous restaurant, shoulders covered by his huge coat. Your laughter was loud, and in just two hours, you had already built inside jokes between the two of you.

"Looking forward to seeing your replacement next Sunday if you catch a cold."

"And I'm looking forward to seeing your pretty face again."

He ended all the joking with a cheeky, flirtatious remark—he knew exactly how to make a girl’s legs weak using nothing but his natural charisma.

"You never shut up, do you?"

And then you did the unthinkable.

Without thinking twice, you pulled him in, your lips merging into one. Your heart was pounding out of your chest, finally releasing all the tension and need that had been weighing on you.

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The car you once eyed as luxurious was now the place where you were making out frenetically. The kissing was obscene, neither of you knew where all that passion came from, but it was addictive.

His firm hands gripped the fabric of your branded clothing, holding your hips in place, not wanting you to make any movement against his lap. It’d be the death of him—he was already suffering a nightmare between his legs.

Your fingers instantly got lost in his curls, tangling and pulling them mid-kiss. Lando’s mouth was practically fighting against yours, turning it into the sloppiest mess. Heaven had never felt this chaotic. You took your time exploring every corner of his mouth with your tongue, while his hands traveled deliberately across your body, wishing there was no fabric separating you two. His fingertips traced you as if you were as fragile as a sculpture, slow and delicate. You melted under his touch, squirming on top of him at the barest touch. It was inoffensive, yet he knew exactly how to caress all the right places.

A shiver ran down your spine as your body suddenly felt colder than seconds ago—a thin breeze brushed against your right thigh. He was sliding up your outfit, eager to go further.

"Easy, driver." A whisper escaped your lips, breathy from all the intense air-exchanging. Your lips brushed against each other, expectant but unmoving. "I know you like adrenaline and fast things, but not tonight."

Fucking on the first date wasn’t your thing, you had at least some dignity. This wasn’t just a hook-up; a few butterflies were already flying around in your stomach, and you despised it.

With half-lidded eyes, he looked up at you, locking gazes. His puppy-blue eyes were now dark with lust. His swollen, glossy lips formed a slight pout. If you kept staring at him—at his pathetic, needy, almost convincing face—you’d be stripping down quicker than lightning.

Trying to put an end to his little show, you placed a hand over his face and shoved him away, cutting off all dangerous eye contact.

"Not tonight gives me a free pass for a second date, according to my understanding." He contradicted you, attempting to sound smart with a cocky grin spread across his face.

"You really are something else, Lando Norris." You did your thing to keep him quiet, preventing any cringey pick-up line from escaping his lips, and restarted the make-out session.

He was relieved that you’d shut him up quickly, because the longer it went on, the more he felt like verbalizing the flying feelings in his stomach.

[rainbowbutterfrosting]

Anyway, I've broken down the video into more easily digestible clumps under the cut. Time stamps and me yelling at him included.

0:42 "There's been a lot of different clashing labels and opinions about me on the internet over the past year; the loudest of which (on both sides of the fence) have been quite unhealthy, stemming from accusations made about me from just over a year ago."

Really crazy how he says "accusations" like he didn't confirm it on Twitter when it initially happened.

It's also interesting how he says "unhealthy," it's almost like he's calling the people saying it unhealthy, rather than his own actions.

0:53 "I'm not here to drop any bombshells- I don't want to reopen any old discussions. I responded to the situation in February of last year and I still stand by everything I said in that statement."

So we've gone from "accusations" to standing by his own statement. Ah okay.

1:05 "I understand it was misinterpreted by some people, probably due to my wording."

Oh okay. "Accusations" -> standing by his own statement -> OTHER people misinterpreted (well then why couldn't he make a follow up post of some kind?)

1:09 "I know some people are still looking for clarity- especially nowadays, where personal transparency is more common amongst content creators than it's ever been before.

Don't be shy, just say you were held accountable!

Also why is he saying "more common" "than it's ever been before" like that sldfkjs. It sounds like he's talking about a disease rather than being a decent human being.

1:17 "However, this clarity (the clarity I've offered to my close friends and my family) would mean publicly sharing deeply personal parts of my private life and my relationships with the internet. I've never been comfortable doing that and I don't believe that should be the cost of being understood."

You'd almost imagine that after about a year and a half of being radio silent, that he might've been comfortable at this point? But yeah no worries, Wilbur, because you don't need to post publicly!!! You don't need to have a platform!!

But gosh, he's so concerned about the audience having clarity. I'm 1:30 into the 6 minute video, I sure do hope the majority of the video isn't promotion. (Subtle foreshadowing)

But anyway, back to the video

1:32 "All I can say is that the labels that have been attributed to me by social media are not true, and I don't accept them."

Don't be shy, explain which labels. Say them.

1:39 "I don't believe in this expectation that content creators should use their platforms to attack and defend."

I love how he's using "attack and defend" to better portray himself as a wounded victim, rather than DIRECTLY hurting people to make them victims.

It's also funny how he's implying that he naturally deserves the right to be a content creator, and thus he shouldn't have to justify any of his actions ever, even if they were (by definition) harmful to others.

1:46 "I definitely don't think [attacking and defending on social media is] how serious accusations should be handled."

Well no, you don't believe in handling serious "accusations" in general. Don't be shy, mention any details about what happened. Imply a LITTLE bit about what you're referring to.

It's interesting how he's using the word "accusation" to escape any responsibility. It's like he's trying to gaslight people into thinking it never happened/was all a lie??

1:50 "I felt this way for a really long time now, having seen other content creators go through similar situations."

Don't be shy, mention what other content creators or kinds of situations. Are you referring to ones that were able to prove that it was a lie? Or are you referring to ones that took advantage of vulnerable people and didn't respect their boundaries, then expected complete respect on their platform?

I also enjoy another use of "situation." Maybe he got tired of saying "accusation" 10 trillion times, but the word has the exact same meaning lmaoo.

And btw, in case anyone thinks I'm being too sensitive about the literal meanings of words he's saying, I think he knows full well what kind of language he's using. In case anyone forgot, he really enjoyed writing/things having deep, philosophical meanings (him writing that dsmp fanfic, his fake crash outs, general monologues, etc.) So in my opinion, it's incredibly unlikely he's using these words by accident.

1:55 "I know it's not a perspective that's going to satisfy everyone, but it's one I can get behind, and I hope that makes sense to you."

No yeah, it makes sense. You're using this as a justification of your own actions so you don't view yourself in the wrong!!

Also "I hope that makes sense to you" sounds really... pathetic. More subtle victim card imo. He gets to sound innocent if people don't get it.

2:01 "None of this is me trying to dig up or dwell on the past here."

Nono, this isn't about "dwelling on the past." This is about acknowledging the actions he decided to take that ended up with people being hurt.

This feels like explaining basic morality to a toddler.

2:04 "I would just feel very strange if I carried on without at least acknowledging the past year."

Nah, I think it's common knowledge that people would be ???!!!! to coming back after 2 years of no uploads and very limited communication (RIGHT after the Shelby situation happened).

He just wants to point to the video and be like, "Look, I handled it there!!" Where he only calls the abuse a "situation" or "accusation" which links back to his Twitter where he's vague and "misinterpreted."

2:10 "All I can do now is move forward, and I hope you enjoy what I've been working on-"

Not gonna put any more. He's promoting Lovejoy and his channels for the most part.

He won't do much Minecraft anymore.

And small correction to my meme, he did say sorry once!! Oh um- it was about not playing Minecraft, not a serious apology or anything like that :)

[xinyuehui]

I couldn't put on a finger on why the whole tiktok migration to xhs left a sour taste in me until I got annoyed at recent subtle sinophobic comments towards Love and Deepspace left in the tags. (It's a Chinese game that has a global/English server)

Which had me thinking and seeking out if other people felt the same way. The Americans found a new platform, the Chinese on the platform are welcoming and attempts to speak to the Americans in English. Cool, what is left? The third group of people out here that aren't Americans or Chinese in China, it's us Chinese diaspora that live outside of China (in particular the west). We learnt English, forced to erase everything Chinese about ourselves to fit in here fit in there but never fully get accepted into any community. Online spaces are no better, we get all sorts of hate even though we are all communicating in English. One comment that I read on tumblr here a while back that really struck me was op posted something regrading Chinese culture and some white person dismissed op for having a Chinese url so they must not speak English to speak on a Chinese topic.

Americans barging themselves into other people's spaces seemingly with no effort is the most white privilege behaviour ever. Some of them don't bother learning the language, the culture, or social etiquettes. To call it 'refugees' in this current climate is lowkey insensitive even as a joke. Some are just outright racist saying they are there to colonise the app. The offhanded uninformed political jokes are also on thin ice. If this was reversed and a massive group of Chinese people suddenly joins instagram/twitter/tumblr, starts posting in Chinese, the comment sections will not be as 'haha funny' and 'wholesome' as the ones on xhs.

White people posting selfies on the app is harvesting thousands of likes and compliments is the prime example of white privilege, they don't have to work hard to get far, boosting their egos further more. How am I supposed to feel even when I share something on here of my culture either get no recognition or sinophobic comments?

There's a sense of helplessness when I see my people pandering to the white, similar to when Chinese diaspora/Chinese in China on the discussion of cultural appropriation. The experiences the two groups have are vastly different. I don't blame them for this. China, for the most part, is still a very closed society, a handful of them probably never left the country, interacted with a white person or had any prejudice against them for being Chinese. To them, it's just an amusing conversation or two without much thought. At the end of the day when the Americans leave the app, it'll be another fever dream. But for us, we still have to go to work with these privileged white people, come home from work to what I thought was a Chinese safe space to find that insufferable co-worker is on xhs going 'hello China [google translate some nonsense]'.

That said, I suppose for me who is able to post this on tumblr is a somewhat privilege move. For the people in China, it is an avenue to interact with Americans on a large scale without having to use a vpn. The welcoming atmosphere gives me peace knowing that to be respectful is still in our core. For the Americans, whether they are on the app out of spite without thinking of the consequences or to learn about China with an open mind, only time will tell if they will remain on xhs after the fad dies out.

[81folklore]

dress - VETTEL

pairings: sebastian vettel x famous!reader (fc: taylor swift)

summary: its known that seb has been married for a few years now despite the public never seeing is wife, its also known that yn is in a committed relationship and has been since she disappeared from public eye. maybe they are more connected than people realise

authors note: i have had this idea on my mind for SO LONG so im very pleased to finally be writing it. essentially in this, yn is taylor and seb is joe but no one has ever seen him nor know his name, if that makes sense? honestly i have no clue how this will turn out but i needed to write it

authors note 2: this is set in the midnights era however i switched the songs a bit so ‘dress’ is on midnights instead of ‘sweet nothing’ and vice versa!! also ‘dress’ is going to be a single. i also apologize for how all over the place this is, especially the tweets

authors note 3: just pretend whatever says taylor swift says your name and the photos with her hands have a wedding ring!! i also got so confused when trying to screenshot the twitter stuff so the timeline ones are backwards

authors note 4??: haha didnt realise there was a 30 pic limit... pt 2 here :)

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ynupdates

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yn on her story today, possibly posting song lyrics! thoughts?

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user3: NEW ERA INCOMING

user18: OH I AM SO READY FOR THIS

user13: NEW MUSIC NEW MUSIC

user66: is this hinting at her reputation era?

user13: i was just thinking this, more specifically the time just before reputation

user72: MUSIC ABOUT LOVER?? OH I AM SO HERE FOR IT

user55: if it is about lover and the time before reputation this will BREAK ME like,, HE SAW THE BEST IN HER EVEN IN HER WORST TIMES😭😭

yourusername

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everyone thinks that they know us, but they know nothing about…

this album has been such a rewarding piece to create and im so glad that soon enough you will all be able to listen and enjoy it with me! one thing i love in particular about this album is the song ‘dress’

dress was originally a piece i started to write when making reputation however i felt it was right to keep it to myself, to keep it between my partner and i for a little while longer. however recently our lives have been changing for the better, and while that lid of privacy will still be on, i want to share more with you guys

you have all been on this journey with me and you have treated my partner and i with the upmost respect and for that i thank you. for me dress is a letter, its statement, its a declaration of my love for him and im very grateful to be able to give this to you all

this song is one im very proud of, i really enjoyed writing this the first time, and getting to revist and polish it up felt very special to do.

dress out now on all platforms🖤

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sebupdates

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seb in suzuka with the grid at his turn 2 bee (insect) hotels,, we've missed seeing him at the track :(

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user3: of course the grid come together for him :’)

user5: im not crying!! just hay fever!!

user5: oh i have missed him SO MUCH

user7: NO BECAUSE YOU DONT GET IT HES BACK

user88: DID YOU GUYS SEE THE VIDEO OF HIM HUGGING CHARLES😭😭

user34: the way he was like a teacher throughout the whole thing😭

user18: does anyone know if hes staying the whole weekend or is it like monaco??

sebupdates: we believe hes staying the whole weekend but unsure if hes with a team or not!

user18: ok thank you :)

user77: the way the first thing lewis asked him was if his wife was okay, oh what if i cry😭😭

user66: im kind of new here, have the grid met sebs wife?

user77: i know they all at least know about her and know who she is, i dont think everyone has met her but i know lewis has met her quite a bit!!

part 2!

[bambisnc]

          . . BACKSTAGE <3

° ˖ ➴ in which you have .. an unusal pre-performance ritual.

### . STARRING ⌢ m.dn ⋆ fluff. + 0.9k // kissing, first kiss + reader is whipped ˖ ✧

🗨️ .. ⌞ XOXO ⌝ danielle save me danielle. same universe as te quiero hanni btw! might add more fics to the same univ w other members + [m.list]

being roped into the biggest event of your school – the festival that'd been on everyone's mind (but yours) for weeks now – had rather come as a surprise to you.

curse your pretty girlfriend, danielle, for misusing her obvious charm and influence on you. like you could have said no to those gorgeous eyes of hers.

“one of the comperes backed out last minute”, she’d told you, “could you please take her place? if there's anyone who can do it – it’s you.”

and, just like that, you had folded.

all your protests died on your lips as soon as she took your hand in both of hers and leaned in close, too close for comfort.

you felt like you could barely even think as a subtly alluring floral scent invaded your senses. messing with your head in the best way possible you barely realized you’d already given her your agreement when she excitedly giggled in that absolutely adorable way of hers and promised that the initiation ceremony would go absolutely perfect with you there <3.

so, with no way out, you allowed yourself to be swept up by rehearsals. your regret only kept building up in the remaining time upon finding out that you wouldn't actually get to spend any time with your girlfriend who had been your sole reason for saying yes.

finally, the morning of the much awaited event dawned. 

… and you realized just a tad bit too late that there was a problem. 

correction : there was a huge problem.

usually, to keep any potential pre-show jitters (or even panic attacks, in extreme cases) at bay, it is rather common for people to develop different practices that they ensure doing before performances; as a placebo, if nothing else. some prefer to spend time all alone, drink a very specific type of soda, make use of good luck charms, even. 

you just so happened to have one of these … rituals. nothing too crazy. all you “needed” for a smooth performance was a few minutes of mindless doomscrolling on any media platform that appealed to you at that moment. insta, twitter, hell – even youtube shorts had bangers occasionally. it calmed you. gave you a little dopamine boost to get through your nerves.

but the problem was that your phone was 1% away from dying on you. 

and no one seemed to have a charger at hand.

trying to convince yourself that everything would work out fine, it's just a silly little ritual, after all – did not work in the slightest. not after the string of disasters in the early morning practice runs. you’d stumbled over your words. forgotten entire chunks of your lines. so, clearly, you were struggling.

but then, as if sent by heaven's angels themselves, a curly head of hair peeked in. 

“danielle, i..” you’d said, “i don’t think i can do this.”

she tilted her head, confusion, worry clearly flashing on her features as she asked why that was. 

you wasted no time explaining – well, more like rambling – about your entire situation. your dying phone, your ritual and how you were convinced there was no way this entire thing wouldn’t crash and burn.

her brows knitted together as she pondered your theory all while you kept yapping and gesturing to make your point. and then, right before the cue for you to go on stage sounded, she stepped closer. 

the warmth radiating off her almost made you dizzy, “dani? what’re you-”

but before you could finish, she’d grabbed your collar, leaned in and kissed you.

her lips against yours were more than anything you could’ve ever imagined. soft, sweet, –  until suddenly, before you could even process it much less savor the moment, she pulled away. 

a quiet whisper left her which you’d barely even heard due to being too distracted by the fact that pressing in just a little closer would let you kiss her again.

“you got this, okay?”

and with that, she was (gently) shoving you out of the wings and only when the stage lights focused on you were you able to snap back to reality. 

“Greetings and welcome to one and all present here." you only vaguely register the words you're speaking, "Today we celebrate our prestigious school’s 20th anniversary with a variety of cultural showcases including …” 

she kissed you. 

“... Additionally, I would like to welcome our chief guest, an alumni of our school from the batch of ‘96…”

that was your first kiss. 

“... Lastly, I would like to invite the choir to present a mellifluous medley to kick off things after which the event will officially be declared open.”

and it was with danielle. your girlfriend. the prettiest girl in the world.

the kiss had definitely sent your brain short-circuiting.

but after having successfully finished up the opening speech, you realized with a jolt that it had been flawless. every word rolled out effortlessly, your nerves totally forgotten.

when you finally find yourself face to face with her again, had she been waiting backstage for you all this while?, you sternly try to confront her about it, hoping the heat rushing to your face doesn’t betray you, “marsh danielle.”

“i… i’ve heard kissing gives, like, dopamine?” she mumbles in her defense, her face just as flushed as yours despite the playful twinkle in her eyes. 

“...”

“...”

“…will you please kiss me again?.”

𐙚 . regulars : none yet! ⋆

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[palmolli]

I did not care for Breath of the Wild.

WAIT WAIT WAIT! I CAN EXPLAIN! DON'T SHOOT!

It's not that I HATE BotW. I certainly don't. I just don't love it. Though I very much DON'T like totk... that's an opinion for later. This is in no way a good critique or a review. It's just my opinion.

Breath of the Wild was the first Zelda game that I ever played, like many of you in the fandom right now. I bought it with my own money (I'm a jobless minor) after interacting with the fandom for a bit before even picking up a game. And like most people, the feeling of starting the game and waking up in that bathtub, that feeling of wonder and mystery, was awesome.

I will give credit where credit is due, BotW got me through a time when I was at my lowest. It gave me an escape to a much better world, a safe space, one I could go to when I had no hope for reality, something to hold onto if you will. The release of TotK gave me something to look forward to during a time when I didn't want to wake up the next morning.

I have every reason to love this game, but I don't.

Honestly, I'm TIRED of BotW and all the sequels and spin-offs.

Botw came out since people were so tired of the linear Zelda formula. ... that formula lasted for longer than I've been alive, yet it's only been about 8 years, and there's been such an uproar of people complaining about the new shiny open world formula.

Why? Well, because most of the gaming industry is open world now and having a linear formula is what made Nintendo feel unique... oh, and also because Nintendo completely failed at making totk's map feel new and interesting. They just slapped a bunch of random crap on the map here, and there with almost zero thought. When I first played totk, I felt like I was playing some kinda modded version of botw. It felt a little illegal. And playing it feels like a chore. That's never happened with any other Zelda sequel.

Even though Majora's Mask's assets were all reused from Ocarina of Time, the game still felt new and inventive. The game had meaning. The game had a THEME. AND THAT GAME WAS MADE IN TWO YEARS. TOTK TOOK SIX!!!

Cough cough. Pardon me.

Another reason I'm just sick of botw.

It's everywhere. It's Nintendo's golden goose. Just about everyone who plays games has played BotW. It's so big that it overshadows the rest of the franchise. It's basically Ocarina of Time all over again. Just... worse.

A sequel, a prequel, and another on the way. Ocarina of Time was never THAT BAD. It was given one sequel. That's it! Nintendo is just turning into Disney. And let me tell you something.

I loathe disney.

Too afraid to make anything new, so they rely on things that they know will make them money. Too afraid to say anything and spark controversy, so all of their content is void of anything actually meaningful. There's no particular audience. They appeal to no one by appealing to everyone while overly reliant on a fan base they know will bow before them and just buy whatever they churn out.

And, again, it's just like the word Zelda has just become synonymous with Breath of the Wild. Any Zelda content on most platforms like Tik Tok, YouTube, Twitter, Pinterest..

I AM SICK OF HIS FACE. WHEN I CLOSE MY EYES HE'S ALL I SEE. WHEN I OPEN THEM, HE'S ALL I SEE. HE IS EVERYWHERE AND I CAN'T ESCAPE HIS STUPID. FACE.

EVERY DAMN SKYWARD SWORD EDIT IS SOMEHOW MADE ABOUT BREATH OF THE WILD ZELINK I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!!!!!!

and this isn't a you problem, by the way. If Breath of the Wild's your favorite game, own that, bro. This is a Nintendo problem.

Like... echoes of wisdom... seems like everyone kinda forgot about it. Including me. It brought new things to the table. AND NOBODY CARES!!!! BECAUSE THEY'RE TOO FOCUSED ON BINKLE BONKLE'S MISADVENTURES. Though, it did keep the art style of Link’s Awakening... which I honestly do not like all that much. C'mon Nintendo, give us a new art style, you bunch of greedy cowards.

Now, to get off track for a moment.

My favorite game is Skyward Sword. Yes, this is relevant. Breath of the Wild and Skyward Sword are almost complete polar opposites of each other. One leans into tradition, while the other runs from it. One is reliant on story and characters, the other on gameplay.

People absolutely HATED Skyward Sword once upon a time. Now more people are starting to like it. People LOVE Breath of the Wild, and now more people are starting to think differently.

This point I'm making here is expanded further in this very ahead of its time video that explains this far better than I ever could.

Basically. People complained. Nintendo over corrected. Now we're here.

These two games are what REALLY got me into the franchise. Breath of the Wild was the first Zelda game I ever touched... but Skyward Sword was the first game I ever finished. Like ever not even lying, I'd never finished a game in my life before Skyward Sword.

The game actually motivated me to continue. The dungeons were fun and engaging, and same with the characters. I was genuinely invested and finished the game at one in the morning, shaking and in tears. Keep in mind I'd watched a playthrough of the game before I was able to play it myself. I already knew the story.

Then I finished breath of the wild.

I did not cry.

I did not shake.

I just finished it and put the game down.

Skyward Sword gave me a reason to give a damn, Breath of the Wild did not. Sksw Link felt like a person to me. He wanted to get his Zelda back, and so did I. Breath of the Wild Link, however... he just woke up, and he has no idea who the heck Zelda even is, so he's just gonna go collect koroks and blow stuff up. No motivation... just... do whatever whenever. Which is fun, yes... but it's not all that impactful.

Skyward Sword gives me a cozy, warm feeling, while Breath of the Wild gives the opposite. Empty. Cold.

Like... I just don't care about Breath of the Wild. I really just don't. And I am just so tired of it being the only thing on the menu nowadays. The characters felt like cardboard cutouts to me. You have to actively seek out any character or personality in them (the main ones). That was not a problem in Skyward Sword. Just sit down on a dang bench, and you'll find more character in Link there than in most botw memories.

I know botw Link's whole silence thing has a reason behind it, but it just feels like an excuse. They could've expanded on it a bit more. In concept designs, he's shown to have a family. But they scrapped it. They really could've done so much more with that.

This rant was incredibly messy, I know, but I just needed to get this out somewhere. This has been boiling within me for far too long, and I had to put it into a teacup and make tea, or else I'd go insane. I'm not trying to be a contrarian or anything. This is just how I feel. And I'm not trying to say any fans of botw or people who don't have access to the other games are fake fans. I understand that games are expensive and hard to access.

This is purely my opinion, and you're allowed to think differently. Thanks for coming to my TedTalk, and have a nice day.

[atomsvrtual]

in defense of anora: an analysis about classism and gender expectations.

first of all, this silly analysis has no intention of converting people who dislike this film into sean baker’s biggest fans, as he is a flawed person that deserves real critics. this is being written after the oscars ceremony, and since the most opinionated people are on twitter, it took mere minutes after anora won best picture and best actress for waves of misogyny, vitriol, and misguided discourse to flood the platform. many questioned whether it was right for the film to win five of the six categories it contended in.

so, like most, i too felt compelled to express my opinion on all of this.

i am not a film major, so technical details about framing, the use of color as part of the “unspoken dialogue,” and many other small yet necessary aspects might escape my notice. as the title of this analysis suggests, i have chosen to focus on subjects that i consider myself less ignorant of.

so, shall we begin?

cinderella is one of the most well-known fairy tales in human history. a pretty girl, subjected by external forces to live in a degrading situation, longs for a better life — a better version of herself. as many psychoanalysts have pointed out, cinderella symbolizes the human yearning for validation and belonging. bruno bettelheim, in the uses of enchantment, argues that fairy tales serve as psychological guides for children, reinforcing the belief that perseverance will lead to recognition and reward. cinderella’s transition from servitude to prestige represents the fulfillment of this unconscious desire—the certainty that, even in adversity, a grand destiny awaits us.

her arc has inspired countless films, such as pretty woman (1990) and every direct adaptation of cinderella. sean baker’s anora, however, does not simply borrow this archetype — it interrogates it. he could have delivered a more sympathetic protagonist, one with an explicitly happy ending. after all, two hours are more than enough for us to root for ani, to wonder what circumstances led her to that club, to that harsh life. but baker takes a different route, offering something more unsettling: what if a grand destiny doesn’t await all of us? what if resilience alone is not enough? anora forces us to confront an uncomfortable reality — class barriers don’t always crumble in the face of perseverance, and not every woman’s story is destined for validation through love or social mobility.

pierre bourdieu, in distinction, highlights how class structures perpetuate themselves, shaping opportunities in ways that effort alone cannot overcome. by stripping away the cinderella illusion, baker dismantles the fantasy of upward mobility and forces us to ask: what happens when society refuses to grant you the dignity of a happily-ever-after?

in the opening minutes of the film, ani moves through a dark, almost nightmare-like sequence — dancing for strangers, securing clients, and scraping together money. she returns home alone, the metro rattling in the background, as if time is slipping away from her. the moment echoes judith butler’s concept of precarity in precarious life — how some lives are rendered more vulnerable, their suffering less acknowledged. ani’s existence is dictated by survival, her worth measured in transactions, her agency eroded by forces beyond her control. she is seen but never valued. and stopping, even for a moment, feels like a luxury she cannot afford.

when ani meets her russian prince — wealthy yet unremarkable — the viewer is left wondering: in a more realistic scenario, would a woman in her position react the same way? or would she recoil from another dynamic that feels transactional? anora diverges from the classic fairy tale, adding another layer: the loss of what little remains of innocence. if cinderella is a story of transformation, anora asks — what if the transformation is not into something greater, but into something colder, more resigned?

if fairy tales teach us to believe in destiny, baker’s film forces us to confront the weight of disillusionment.

yet ani, on some level, already knew what to expect. the rushed marriage, the transactional nature of her relationship with vanya — it all lacked deep enough roots. and yet, she clings to the fantasy. in a society that demands self-sufficiency from women while systematically depriving them of space to dream, her decision appears almost irrational. after all, what woman — especially a sex worker — is that naïve?

this is where gender expectations weigh heavily on ani’s story. women are forced to balance self-reliance with desirability, pragmatism with hope. judith butler’s gender trouble frames femininity as a performance shaped by social forces. ani, in embracing the fantasy of transformation, is punished for daring to believe she could escape her place. but should she have known better? or is that expectation itself a form of control?

in an era of growing conservatism, where rigid gender roles dictate what is expected of women, anora unsettles because it grants humanity to those deemed unworthy of it. ani is a girl — yes, a girl. because while men in their thirties are still called “boys,” given room to be reckless, ani is expected to navigate the world with full awareness of its dangers. she is supposed to know better. to never mistake survival for opportunity. to never dream.

baker strips away any romanticized notions of survival. we see ani’s sexual encounters—her pleasure rarely centered. the luxurious gifts — decorations rather than affection. the husband — almost never bothering to correct his friends when they call her a whore in russian. and even if she understands, what does it matter? in their eyes, respect was never hers to claim.

this is what makes anora so unsettling: it refuses to conform to the fantasy that upward mobility and male validation can redeem a woman on the margins. it forces us to confront how gendered expectations dictate who is allowed to dream — and who is expected to endure.

ani’s abrasiveness isn’t just a trait — it’s a shield. a survival mechanism. she sharpens her edges not because she enjoys the fight, but because she cannot afford to appear fragile. she has felt the weight of judgment every day since she realized this was her only option. and when the illusion of her fairy tale crumbles, she clings to the last vestige of that dream: the ring. not for its material value, but because it proves she had, for a brief moment, existed outside her work.

but to those around her, she was never truly a wife. to them, she remained what she had always been — a sex worker. a body for rent, never a woman to be cherished.

and yet, in her lowest moment, ani is recognized — not by her husband, not by the people who once claimed to respect her, but by igor, the russian henchman who had watched her from the beginning. he alone refuses to use force against her. he alone sees something beyond the labels imposed upon her. his presence echoes bourdieu’s theory of social reproduction — how those trapped within rigid hierarchies recognize each other’s struggles. his silent acknowledgment carries more weight than any declaration of love, because it is not rooted in fantasy but in understanding.

in the end, anora is not a fairy tale, and ani is not a cinderella whose worth is defined by eventual ascent. she is a woman caught in the machinery of a world that demands performance but offers no redemption. the fantasy of upward mobility was nothing more than a cruel sleight of hand — a game where the house always wins.

what makes ani’s story tragic is not that she loses — it’s that she was never truly allowed to play. the moment she dared to believe in something beyond survival, the world closed in, reminding her brutally of her place. her mistake was not naïveté; it was the mere act of reaching for something more.

and as she walks away — without a prince, without a kingdom, without even the ring she desperately tried to keep — we are left with the harshest truth of all:

some cinderellas do not make it to the ball. some are left in the ashes, where the glass slipper was never meant to fit.

[live-laugh-lenney]

You should so do a fic where the reader has a podcast (like saving grace) and everyone noticed how comparable she and Arthur seem he. He’s a guest (even though she’s like much more extroverted) would be fun🤞❤️

oh, this would be so cute :'))

if there was one thing yn felt comfortable doing, it was waffling.

she just loved to talk. about anything and everything, from what she had read on twitter to what she had heard about online to a brand new documentary that she had taken an interest in when flicking the channels on the television. delving deep into topics that had endless possibilities, spewing off facts that she'd read about online and putting her own thoughts forward in certain aspects that she found interesting and favourable to whoever she was with.

when she came up with the idea of hosting her very own podcast, in the middle of a housewarming party for one of her friends, she was excited to have a platform where she could let her own thoughts be freed yet she was also terrified it wouldn't take off and that she'd make it to a respectful ten episodes before she gave in and decided it wasn't something that the world needed.

when her first episode came out, she had asked james marriott to be her very first guest. one of her best friends, someone she had known for a while, someone who she felt comfortable around and gave her the space to speak freely without making her feel judged. allowing him to promote his new album as well as allowing them to discuss all kinds of musical knowledge from who their favourite bands were and who he would love to open for on a world tour.

and it took off.

earning herself over half a million views in the passing of one day, a lot of youtube subscribers who were offering their own suggestions on the different guests she could have and the more positivity she saw, the more she read, the more excited she was to continue.

she had herself a sweet studio; big beanbags instead of chairs, with a blanket draped over the back of each one and a decorative pillow that was there for added comfort and matched the colour scheme of the whole room, with shelves nailed to the wall full of relatable objects and images that fit her branding - images of her friends, her podcast name in neon lights and a few faux plants that hung low. it was just a simple setup but it felt homely and that was the vibe she had planned from the very beginning.

"good morning, good afternoon or good evening, depending on when you're checking in. i'm yn and welcome back to the one and only podcast on youtube dot com where we just sit and talk shit for an hour," she grins widely at the camera, cosying back into the beanbag beneath her and crossing her legs, hand holding the microphone to her lips, "today, we're joined the king of 90 day fiancé. it's mister arthur television."

"hello, hi."

he gives the camera a short wave and smiles widely, already having cosied himself down in a similar manner to the way yn was sitting in her beanbag, their shoes (both a sucker for comfort and choosing their air force 1's over any other trainer) kicked off aimlessly onto the rug in the middle of the room and left in a heap, his jacket draped over the back of his seat.

"thank you for having me," he looks in her direction, "this is definitely one of my favourite sets i've ever been on. it feels so homey and wholesome."

"i tried to base it on what my bedroom back home used to look like as a teenager," she giggles softly, looking over her shoulder and flicking on the orb lamp that was placed on a shelf above their heads for a bit of additional lighting to fit the ambience of the room, "i was such a tumblr girl growing up, i think it shows."

"i was gon'a say," he laughs and she rolls her eyes in his direction, "it feels very nice. very comforting. especially with the blankets."

"my nana knitted them for me," yn states, "just for this podcast. she's an avid listener, my number one fan, ."

"really?"

"no. i'm kidding," yn laughs softly and he looks across to her, "i don't think she really gets the whole podcast thing, to be honest. she's only just started to understand the whole youtube thing, bless her. she's a sweet soul and i love her but she's so innocent when it comes to all things technological."

"you should use that story more," arthur insists and adjusts himself in the seat as he felt himself sliding down into a slouch, "it adds more story to the setup. it's cute."

"i'll tell her you said that. she'll love it," yn giggles, 'but, anyway. you, arthur frederick, are one of my most requested guests to appear on my podcast."

arthur's eyes widened and he can feel the heat covering his cheeks as he looks across to her, microphone still held tight to his lips, hoping it hid the shy smile that grew on his lips.

"seriously. i had people practically spamming me on twitter to get you on here," she explains and looks at the camera, "you're a loved man, aren't you?"

"i guess i am," he admits shyly, "people are also asking me and isaac to get you on the bach and arthur podcast. close second to george."

"we'll have to make that happen," yn grins widely, "the viewers would love that crossover. chaos crew and little ol' me."

"i think you'd fit in perfectly," he says, "at least i'll have someone on there that appreciates my facts and interesting tidbits of information. it gets lost amongst them. they're not so intelligent when it comes to you and i."

she snorts and shakes her head, dropping her eyes down to her lap before she looks back up; he wasn't lying, truth be told. she was no stranger to being in a conversation with him, at parties and at events both of them were attending, that involved exchanged fact after fact after fact with each other, hours passing by as they discussed nature topics and the newest piece of information to do with outer space and all the theories coming from online.

with the hour closing in, she didn't want the conversations to end. and she knew, in the back of her mind, that she needed him back on her podcast for another episode because he understood her. and she understood him. and their talks flowed effortlessly with no need for extra encouragement from those around them in the room.

he was an interesting man and she wanted more.

both personally and for her podcast.

--

anyone else getting heart eye vibes from the two of them???

yn was in her element for this episode!!

arthur being on this podcast just made my day. we need more of the two of them!!!

the way there was no silence at all this entire episode. conversations flow between these two.

the two of them are the same person, i swear.

without a doubt, arthur is the male version of yn. that's adorable.

its like the universe copied and pasted their personalities into two people of the opposite genders. that's so cute!!

--

"the podcast episode was a hit thanks to you."

yn surprises him and made him jump as she approached him at the bar, his figure turning from where he was stood with his back to her so he could pull her in for a hug, and she grins up at him before her own arms wrapped around his waist. a sex on the beach cocktail held tight in her hand and she was careful not to spill it down the back of his shirt.

"i was wondering where you were," he says and lets go of her to pick up his beer that had been placed on the bartop, "when you texted me to say you were coming to chris' birthday drinks, i knew i had to come and find you when you arrived."

"looks like i beat you to it," she says and she takes a sip of her drink through the straw, "people loved the two of us together on there."

"yeah?"

she nods quickly.

"i'm pretty sure it was the best episode to date. figures wise," she says and he grins widely, looking over her shoulder and seeing a free table in the corner of the room, using his head to indicate for her to look at where he was looking, "i'm gon'a need you to feature again, for sure."

she turns on her heels and wiggles her way through the crowd, the feeling of his hand resting on the base of her back driving her insane as she set her drink down on the table and hopped up on the stool, watching as he did the same.

"i'm not keeping you from chris, am i?"

"no, he's about to hop on the karaoke with isaac," arthur cackles out loud and looks over his shoulder at where his two friends were arguing over the song book, "i'm too sober for that at the moment so I can't think of anything worse right now."

"you're not one of those party poopers, are you?"

"no," he shakes his head, "i just need to be almost blackout drunk in order to belt out my lungs really, really poorly."

"i think i need to get some shots in you then because i really need to see that tonight." xx

[moonstarrr]

𝐓𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞

Chapter 1 - The Past and Beginning

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Summary: Amina is in a world of hurt leading about the unfaithfulness of her fiancée Roman. Will they ever be able to come back from Roman’s lies and games.Is Amina’s love for him going to be able to allow him forgiveness.

Warnings: Angst

Pairings: OC! Black Women X Roman Reigns

Disclaimer: I DO NOT consent to my work being shared on any other website or platform. Likes,Re-blogs,and comments are welcome <3. I also do not own any of the pictures used credits go to the rightful owners.

*𝐀 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨*

The sound of the tv playing in the background started too stir Amina out of her sleep . The beaming sun from the big windows instantly make her squint and let out a quiet groan. As she was starting to drift off back to sleep she heard a frantic knock at the door. This time her eyes were fully opened but she stared at the wall in silence waiting to see if she would hear the knocking again . Not even 3 minutes later the knocking was heard again but this time so was the voice of someone she knew too well, her fiancée Roman.

“Amina, open the door I know you’re in there” he said in a stern tone . The more she kept hearing the repeated knocking the more agitation filled her. In one swift motion, she got up and grabbed her robe to fight off the slight chill in the room and slowly putting on her slippers, not in the mood to deal with her fiancée. Just as he’s about to knock the door again she opens the door quickly and shoots him a rough glare.

Amina sighs and pinches her nose bridge in annoyance “ Why the hell are you banging on my door at 8 in the morning” she says with pure exhaustion and annoyance trailing in her voice. Refusing to look up at Roman she continues to rub her head. Why would he even think it’s okay for him to show up to her hotel room after embarrassing her in front of everyone to see and have an opinion about .

*𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐭*

A couple nights ago as she was waiting for Roman to come home she was doing her nightly scroll through social media before her phone started going off with text messages from her best friend, Bri and her sister , Alyssa . The urgency of those text messages confused Amina, even more so with the fact that they happened to text her at the same time. The text messages held the same tone and questions

“Girl…have you checked twitter”

“Mina girl you not gonna believe what they saying about Roman”

“Call me ASAP”

“Go check twitter immediately, I’m on my way over”

The minute Amina saw her fiancés name it only raised her curiosity even more. She quickly picked up her phone and immediately went to twitter and as soon as it loaded the name “Roman Reigns” was plastered all throughout the screen but especially with “ Seen getting touchy with a unknown female, sources confirm that it wasn’t his fiancée Alyssa” following behind. Her heart sank immediately, she was contemplating with herself whether or not to press play on the video. Part of her felt like it was a whole misunderstanding but the next half of her was telling her that it was most definitely was her fiancée. Amina listened to the second half of her mind and pressed play on the video and the more she watched the video the more her heart began to race and the more the tears started to rise in her eyes. Her heart sank watching the way Roman, her fiancé, her everything was touching on this random women they way he would touch her. From the way he would kiss her, caress her back, her sides, her backside and all over.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me” she said to herself running her hands through her hair and eyes trying to keep back the tears and all the questions running through her head. Of course she knew it was Roman, her first looming suspicion already answered, from the tattoo and the way he had his hair she had no doubt that it was him. Not knowing what to do with herself all she could’ve done was cry. Tears poured down her face as if they were never gonna stop. Questions like “why” “how” all ran through her head , only able to ask herself and no one else because no one could truly give her an answer not even the man she had loved through so much and said yes too when he got down on one knee . It got to a point where she couldn’t even cry anymore and just sat there in the house that she had brought with the man she loved and thought of building family with . Now she’s just there staring at the wall, her thoughts pulling her out of reality only for a little while before she heard a knock on the door. Not willing to face Roman she picked up her phone pulled up the ring camera app to see that it was her best friend Bri standing there . A slight wave of relief passed through Amina but not enough to take away the pain she felt or erase what she saw on the video. She walked over to the grand front doors and opened it , Bri quickly rushed in and closed the door and just stared at her friend before holding Amina as she broke down again by the front door. Amina held on to her friend tightly crying in her shoulder using her a source of comfort. Bri slowly walked her over to her couch and sat with her for a bit before quickly grabbing her a glass of water.

“Amina, I need you take some breaths love” Bri said with empathy and sadness seeing her friend in such a state . Nobody who walked through the door could comfort her at that point in time.

“Bri you don’t understand, that man embarrassed me. And then to add insult to injury it’s all over social media” she said, her voice cracking with almost every other word . The same social media she went posting about how happy she was to be engaged to the man she had known since high school, the man who had been with her through thick and thin, the man she had said yes too with not a single hesitation or thought.

The only question lingering in her head at that point was…

How in the hell are they gonna come back from this?

*𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞*

“Amina we need to talk” he said bringing her chin up to now make eye contact with the man she had been avoiding. She instantly pushes his hand off of her and shoots daggers at him.

“All this touching you want to do, you lost that a long time ago. As a matter of fact I don’t have time for you leave me alo-“ as she was closing her hotel room door mid way, the force of Romans hand quickly pressed that door open immediately and allowing himself into the room before closing it.

“What the fuck are you doing get out!” She said with the anger becoming more prominent in her voice looking the man who she thought she once knew having the audacity to do what he just did.As she started to walk away she grabbed her arm from behind and said

“Baby, we gotta talk at some point so I don’t understand what you’re trying to get act acting like this” he said . Amina pulled her arm out of his grasp looked at him in disbelief after hearing what he just said. She stepped a bit closer to him and put her finger in his face and spoke

“Boy you got some nerve trying to talk to me why would you ever think that I would wanna talk to you after how you have me looking on the internet with your irresponsible behavior” She said holding eye contact with him. She wanted him to see and know that she was not up for playing any games with him.

He chuckled and looked down for a bit before looking back at her “ There you go worrying about your image how about how I look Amina . You sitting up here acting like I don’t know that I fucked up”.

All Amina could do was just look at him in all his selfishness. She knew she had all right to be worried about her image but he can’t seem to comprehend so she was more than willing to remind him and catch him up to speed.

“ Roman, what do you mean I’m worrying about my image . I was YOUR fiancé we were supposed to be getting married and then I come to find out that you was out here cheating on me with some random ass girl nods I forget to mention that it’s all over social media.” She stops herself to try and get herself together to try and stop the tears from coming, not willing to show herself to him in a broken state but it was already too late to stop the tears because they were already coming. She sees his expression soften as her voice starts to crack and she’s trying to wipe up the tears quickly

“And here I was thinking that we were in such a great place and that we were perfect for each other but I guess I was never enough for you because you had to go touch up on another girl with not a single ounce of SHAME” her voiced raised on “Shame” because even now she realizes that that’s what he’s lacking.

He walks over to her almost about to wrap his arms around her but she puts her hands up not even having the strength to look at the man she once loved

“Amina pleas-“ Roman said with desperation but she was not falling for it

“Roman please I can’t- you need to leave now right now please I can’t even look at you right now” she says while trying to stop the tears from flowing and get her breathing under control.

He lets out a sigh and walks out but before closing the door he looks back and says

“I love you Amina”

Amina watches the door close and puts her head in her hands and cries until she can’t cry anymore.

[lexiepaprika]

Why I'm Tired of Performing Online (And What That Has to Do with Gyaru)

images: screenshots of Galsnap as viewed on the Wayback machine / read original blog post here

I was a middle-schooler at a time when phones weren't yet that smart. Social media was the wild west. Each platform felt new and exciting, a cool and fresh way to express yourself and connect with others. These days, when I compare my memory of social media as an 11 year-old VS social media now, the one thing that stands out is how everything has become about buying and being sold. 

My Instagram is almost entirely co-opted by ads. I'll sooner see an ad for some new, drop-shipped kawaii brand on my timeline than I'll see a post from one of my actual friends. And when I do see a post from my friends, they are usually stylized to the point of looking like an editorial in a magazine. I don't think this is a coincidence. 

Long gone are the days of blurry breakfast photos or a funny-faced, too-close snapshot with friends. Everything is so filtered (and I don't mean in sepia or Mayfair) and well-composed. Their outfits looked planned in advance, same with the location. It all has the air of a professional photo shoot, even when it's a post by your buddy who works in, like, finance. 

I remember when this switch was occurring: when we were going from random home photos to meticulously coordinating the aesthetics of our grid. I thought it was pretty cool. I wanted to take part. But the longer it's gone on, the more I've come to loathe it. It didn't take long for me to identify why it sits so poorly with me. 

I've boiled it down to two specific reasons: 

1. The everyday person has to transform themselves into a brand. 

2. (and this is a consequence of 1) We are all constantly selling ourselves. 

And for what? To whom?? It makes sense for a brand's Instagram to be selling something, but for the average user, what's the objective? Why are we expected to perform the same way? I think this coincides with hustle culture and the idea that we must optimize every single second of our lives and that not a nano-second of it should be wasted on something that doesn't potentially make us money. That last point is particularly funny to me because I think that in spite of this push for "hustling" and "optimization" we do have a tendency to waste a lot of our time scrolling. 

Now everyone’s an influencer. We’re all trying to prove that we’re interesting, worthy, creative. That our output has value.

I'm not a hustler. I am a woman of leisure. I think life is about enjoying it, taking care of each other, and making meaning wherever we can. I'm also under no delusion that I'm some special person whose ideas or art needs to be heard/experienced on a wide scale. That's not to suggest that I think I (or others) should stop vocalizing my ideas or making art simply because it's not "the best" or super popular. Far from it. I think the exact opposite. I think it's worth making art even if nobody cares. Even if nobody ever cares. 

If you've made it this far, I'm sure you're wondering how I'm going to connect this to gyaru. If you're one of my friends or have been here a while, then you'll know I can connect everything and anything to gyaru. 

These days, most of the modern gyaru congregate on Twitter (X) and Instagram. I would love to be a bigger part of the community, and have longed for it since I first got into gyaru, but the way the most popular gyaru figures use social media these days is so... off-putting to me. 

This isn’t a critique of any individual gyaru creator, but rather an observation of what it takes to gain visibility on today’s social media platforms. The most popular gyaru (both Japanese and gaijin) tend to converge on a highly specific aesthetic. It’s a polished, consistent version of gyaru that clearly resonates with Gen Z and Gen Alpha audiences. Their success often hinges not just on style, but on strategic posting, branding, and engagement. Many Japanese gyaru today double as bikini models or hostesses, roles long associated with the subculture, but their self-promotion (whether for girls’ bars, club events, or personal brands) feels distinctly shaped by the algorithm-driven internet age. Likewise, prominent gaijin gyaru typically monetize their personas through content creation, music, fashion, or sponsored posts. What results is a kind of homogenization: a gyaru image tailored for maximum reach, visibility, and marketability.

To be clear, I’m not suggesting that any of this is inherently unethical. Sex work and its adjacent industries are legitimate forms of labor and should be safe, respected, and de-stigmatized. Likewise, getting paid for your work—creative, aesthetic, or otherwise—doesn’t diminish its value or authenticity.

What I’m pointing to is the broader shift: gyaru, like so many alternative subcultures, has become a business. When something becomes popular, it becomes sellable. This isn’t so much a critique of the individuals participating in that system as it is of the platforms that incentivize this behavior. Algorithms reward what generates profit, especially for the platforms themselves.

So...where do we go from here? I almost ended this as just a reflection on a modern trend, but I’m honestly exhausted by doomer takes that stop at “Well, what can we even do?” Sure, we may not have the power to overhaul these platforms on our own, but that doesn’t mean we’re powerless.

If you're like me and feel alienated by the way social media functions today, there are really only two choices: opt out completely, or reclaim it on your own terms.

If you’re gyaru (and even if you’re not), post whatever the hell you want. Maybe you already are. Amazing! Keep going. Spam a bunch of pics in a single day, then vanish for a month. Post when you want, what you want. That’s the point.

It starts with us. It starts with you.

The motivation shouldn’t be external validation. It should be joy. 

[scalene-4]

for somebody that didn’t really use a cellphone until age 12 and didn’t own an iphone until senior year of high school, i’ve certainly made up for lost time. unless i make a conscious effort to face reality on its own terms for the first 10min of being alive on a given day, i usually roll over and grab this stupid thing to look at what other people are up to on instagram or scroll twitter and bear witness to the terminal polarization of society itself play out in real time.

i have to admit, if it were anyone other than elon musk (a nasty petulant man child of a person who seems to have obsessively dedicated his energy and platform to making life miserable for people like myself after his famous pop star ex left him for a trans woman) who had done it, i would genuinely think that buying twitter and changing its name to “X” was a hilarious and ascended move. like anything else elon does, it comes off as the bloated and out of touch result of never being told “no” in your life.

having unfiltered access to social media fundamentally altered me as a person in a really weird and kafka-esque manner. before senior year i was shy and watched the social dynamics of people in my class play out from the sidelines, disappearing into worlds of my own creation with my siblings and close friends once the school bell rang. i was a quiet kid and felt like nobody liked me or saw me, so why would i want to engage socially with the greater Point Loma High School Bubble once i wasn’t physically forced to? of course, these feelings were largely cope as like any other human being i just wanted to feel part of it all and i hadn’t yet realized that channeling this feeling of alienation into art was my greatest superpower. i saw the feeling as a personal failing of sorts, empirical evidence that i didn’t belong because something in me was broken and fundamentally unlikeable. secretly, i wanted really badly to be seen as popular and regarded by my peers, something i probably have never fully reckoned with as my adult life has largely been defined by the pursuit of becoming a famous musician. the roots of that go further back though and that will be a post on here for another time — at this point i’m an angsty 17-year-old completely cut off from the various social dealings of my classmates once school is out and i’m home with my guitar or a pen and paper or a lump of clay.

that all changed once i got an iphone 4S in the fall of my senior year. i immediately downloaded instagram and twitter and snapchat, wasting no breath in making up for lost time. i found that many of my classmates were quick to follow me back and engage with me on those sites, and i quickly became addicted to twitter in particular. the refreshing of the interface and pace of conversation and the way all of our adolescent drama played out for all to see in real time was basically kerosene for synapses yet to be fried on various psychoactive substances. i started making new friends at school from twitter, popular and attractive friends. i didn’t notice it at the time, but my previously regimented and passionate pursuit of excellence in songwriting and my instrument began to fade into the background as i was going to more parties and snapchatting girls and generally becoming a bit more full of myself with each passing day.

i like to joke that if i’d found tumblr at that age and had used soundcloud for discovery instead of just posting half baked acoustic demos to impress my classmates, i probably would have realized i was trans a lot earlier than i did. i tell myself that things play out the way they’re supposed to.

as time went on and the people from my phone began to see who i was in real life, i think whatever charm i was somehow able to conjure initially faded as i grew ever more confident in behaving like the exact kind of person i hated. i got too drunk at every party, i acted snide towards friends of mine i deemed to somehow be lower than me on my imaginary social ladder, i checked twitter every 45 seconds and i treated anybody foolish enough to date me like a disposable accessory. and the thing is, i wasn’t even really popular by any means. i think people kind of just put up with me because i was around.

i can’t blame my phone for this shift because it was simply the catalyst for igniting teenage insecurity into an unstoppable inferno of cringe behavior and self-centeredness. the nature of a tool depends entirely on the hands making use of it, and unfortunately those hands happened to also belong to a tool. thankfully about a week into college i fell in with a wonderful group of friends who immediately put me in my place and to this day we’re all still pretty close. they saw the lonely girl behind the toolish exterior and something about her was worth loving, even if she said dumb shit sometimes.

like i said just now, i don’t blame technology in principle for amplifying the worst parts of human psychology and behavior. i think those traits are things we need to reckon with in an existential sense, and we’ll always be inventing new things that enable our worst selves. however, i think right now in particular that dynamic is functioning at its most sinister in terms of our greater society.

we have just elected a convicted felon slash rapist slash racist slash wannabe dictator, someone who by any objective account had a messy and disastrous first attempt at the presidency and has wasted no time in round 2 sowing fear and hatred and platforming bigotry. so many people agree this man and his underlings should be taken down, but thanks to social media being the forum for these conversations most if not all attempts at collectivizing and strategizing seem to devolve into a mushy goo. no one can agree on who’s leftist enough or what constitutes bulletproof moral standing — my own community can’t even agree on who’s trans enough. no one wants to say it but i feel like all of this is largely due to the way these platforms incentivize negative engagement, and shrink our scope by addicting us to instant gratification. it’s a far quicker serotonin boost to dunk on some teenager with therian lesbian (it/she) in bio than to dismantle oppressive institutions over time collectively. we’re all hooked on feeling like we’re right and more importantly, like someone else is wrong.

i love the one meme where the left is arguing about whether or not a dog is allowed to play basketball or not, while a dog runs around the court dunking on all of them.

rich people will always have access to healthcare and abortion and be free to express their sexuality however they’d like (just look at how grindr activity spikes at any given RNC event), their decadent lifestyle directly subsidized by us peasants and our phone addictions. i think it is absolutely fucking insane that so many of us regularly acknowledge and joke about the fact that we’re being watched and our activities online are recorded and farmed and sold to advertisers. our going back and forth on x dot com about which pronouns are real actively and materially makes money for these people. our attention spans are so short that they can just keep introducing new events to milk our stupidity for capital and widen the gap as the world around us literally burns to death.

i think the whole luigi thing was a psyop sometimes.

think about it: wouldn’t it be in the ruling class’ best interest to knock off a mid tier ceo in a time of growing social unrest and awareness of the evils of that class? tiktok made it impossible to ignore the genocide israel has been committing on palestine for the better half of a century. even if we don’t always use them responsibly, we have open forums from which to commiserate and collectively realize that life doesn’t have to be this unfair. if i were a billionaire oligarch and could afford to do any insidious thing i wanted, my billionaire oligarch friends and i would absolutely sacrifice a lower tier one of our own in a staged event to placate the masses. when brian thompson was executed like a dog in the street we all pretended that it was this massive instant of social awakening and class consciousness, but really what happened is it gave us all means to sit on our laurels and pat ourselves on the back because Someone Else Had Done It For Us. notice there wasn’t a copycat killer! nothing happened! there was a highly publicized chase (the evidence every step of the way looking extremely convenient and staged) and then it turned out they found a guy and he was hot, and once he was imprisoned that was kind of the end of it. CEOs continue to leech off of us and destroy the planet with no fear of retribution, while the rest of us go online and tell ourselves good job.

tools are what we make of them. i think in this crucial time we’re experiencing, this rapid fall to fascism that is ALREADY TAKING PLACE, we either need to learn how to use the tools we have responsibly and intentionally, or perhaps make use of new or different ones. i feel every day like true class consciousness and organized uprising is within our grasp, yet we keep shooting ourselves in the foot while they laugh. i hope with all of my heart that the next brian thompson (would be awesome if it was elon) faces justice at the hands of the people, truly. no frills or discourse or fancam edits, just cold lead karma and an awkward gmod ragdoll pose on the ground.

regardless, it’s about to keep getting uglier and while i reserve no love for these disgusting rich pigs i’m trying to have a greater sense of patience and empathy for everyone else and even for myself. no one’s looking out for us anymore and it’s clear they never were; now that us faggots and trannies have lost our value as a photo op the democrats aren’t coming to save us. i have faith in and love for the people around me and hold a firm belief that we will have each others’ back once the chips are down.

i also wonder how much of my data has been sold in the time it took to type all this.

[honey-worm]

R.I.P Liam Payne.

Many things went on through my head the day I found out that a member of One Direction passed away. It was Wednesday October 16th, 2024 around 3pm. I was having a pretty normal day at work until I got the news via text from a friend.

"Bitch Liam Payne from One Direction died" "You're fucking joking"

I was in literal shock. I really thought they she was joking (if you can even joke about death.) I went on Instagram and the first post was, of course, Liam passing away at the age of 31. I literally booked it to the restroom to scroll down multiple social media platforms, verifying what I had just read and messaging friends back who were also freaking out. People who I haven't talked to in years, you know, the ones I would just scroll by on Facebook, stated that I was the first one they thought of. They wondered if I had posted about it. I didn't realize how big of a fan I was until they mentioned it to me because it's not like we were ever best friends back when 1D was the it band. I honestly couldn't believe it. There was just no way that Liam Payne, from one of the biggest boybands in the world, was no longer with us in the flesh.

After the devastating news, the next hour at work was a blur. I couldn't concentrate on what was needing to be done. None of my coworkers were going through what I was feeling. Though, I already knew they wouldn't understand... They're all 50+ years old. I had no one to talk to about this.

The moment I got into my car after work, my Made in the A.M. album CD was already playing. I checked Twitter and TikTok, feeling the emotions of every single directioner. Retweet this, retweet that. Repost this, repost that. I got myself off the apps and headed home, singing along to the boys I hold so close to my heart. I started to cry because suddenly I was 17 again and things would never be the same. The songs would never be the same. All my 1D memories were flooding in rapidly. All the tweets, all the fanfictions, all the youtube videos, all the posters, all the merch, all the talk... All of it. Teenage me was surfacing.

As I got home, I took my dogs out, fed them, and immediately got into bed. Back to doom scrolling. I needed to be with people who understood me. Tweet after tweet. I was reading everyone's tweets about how sad we all are and how so many of us don't have anyone in our real lives to understand the impact this actually has. We all gathered on social media to start grieving. It felt like we had jumped back in time, constantly tweeting and talking about a boyband that made us so incredibly happy during such bad times in our lives. My whole timeline was filled with photos of the boys again. Every tweet was a directioner, just like it was 11+ years ago. It was such a bittersweet feeling. Happy because it's all about the boys again, but, upsetting because it's all about the boys again due to a tragic death of one of them. We aren't teenagers anymore. I wasn't just grieving Liam, I was grieving my inner teen. Grieving the fact that we'll never get to go back to that time again. It was such a weird feeling. I'd cry, be fine, feel numb, dissociate, go back to crying, back to being fine, cry again, go numb... It was a literal rollercoaster of emotions.

What's so crazy to me is that I spent the 2 weeks prior of this loss, binging all 1D songs. I was in the middle of reminiscing about my teenage years of being absolutely obsessed with the band, rereading the fanfic I wrote when I was 19, watching frat boy Harry edits, remembering the way I felt during those times...... Then Liam dies??? What was the universe up to??? I couldn't believe that every day for 14 days, I was listening to all albums before, during, and after work. They were just on all day every day. I was reliving my teenage years, remembering how infatuated I was with "frat boy" Harry. The one that made me fall in love with 1D in the first place.

Myself, and so many others, were never expecting a tragedy to happen to one of our idols so early on in life. We weren't expecting to experience such a loss at the ripe ages of early 20s-early 30s.

I hope that all fans are spending their time with loved ones (online or in real life) during this time because what you're going through is so so valid. You aren't alone. The whole world is mourning such a big part of our lives. Continue to let 1D live on. Watch those YouTube videos, read those fanfictions, listen to those 1D songs, watch those 1D movies.

You and that inner child deserve to relive such a happy time during a traumatic chapter.

And please remember to love one another. Continue to be a lover. Give love, choose love. Love everyone, always. No matter what, treat people with kindness. You never know what someone is going through.

All my love,

R. x

[bairdsrhee]

And then the miracle happens. The sun comes up again.

You have no room in your dreams for regrets (you have no idea)

A masterlist of fics and posts

Welcome to my account <3

This is the main hub where you can find information about my projects and platforms that I am on. Below you will find links to my other accounts and various writing or otherwise general projects.

On my account you can find content for The Walking Dead, The Hunger Games, and other general fandoms depending on what I am interested in. I especially love Glenn Rhee and Lenore Dove Baird, and I also make content for my own ocs.

Please read below to find out more!

“Whatever happens I'm letting it.”

۶ৎ Where to find me.

Twitter

Wattpad

Ao3

Strawpage

Haydove Thinker

Pinterest

۶ৎ The Walking Dead Masterlist

“We're the ones who lived.”

Doomsday - Glenn Rhee

Long Fic, OC Centric, Ongoing

Wattpad / Ao3

Iris Grimes never liked to leave things to chance.

She has spent her entire life at a stalemate with herself, nothing secure, nothing definitive. An older brother but enough of an age difference that she was practically raised as an only child, on honour roll but with no dreams to further her education, but instead the simple life that a small job could provide.

Maybe the one true purpose to living is to die.

Iris was always terrified of taking risks, but as it turns out, loving Glenn Rhee is the biggest risk of all.

Erase Me - Glenn Rhee

Long Fic, OC Centric, Ongoing

Wattpad / Ao3

Delilah Dixon was unwanted. She wasn't certain that any of the three Dixon children were ever truly wanted. Merle and Daryl had their fair share of torment from their father, though she had only heard that from stories when her half-brothers were around, with became rarer as she aged. She took it as fact that her father preferred his sons. How could he not? They were the product of his marriage, boys that he could bond with and teach to hunt, to track, to use crossbows. His patience was as short as a fuse, exploding in a million different ways that Delilah just couldn't protect herself from. When the dead rose up and started to target the living, Delilah was terrified, watching as her neighbours were torn apart piece by piece only to stand right back up like nothing had happened. In fact, she had never felt so free. The apocalypse just happened was one of the best things that had ever happened to Delilah. It took the end of the world for Delilah Dixon to realise that she didn't know what it was like to truly be loved, but Glenn Rhee was determined to show her just how special love could be.

۶ৎ The Hunger Games Masterlist

“The moment our hearts shattered? It belongs to us.”

Till my ghastly tale is told, this heart within me burns.

Multi-Part, Haydove, Ongoing

Wattpad / Ao3

A series of moments that Haymitch saw Lenore Dove's ghost until the day he finally felt forgiven

Like All-Fire

Oneshot, Haydove, Complete

Tumblr / Wattpad / Ao3

Haymitch sneaks away to meet Lenore Dove in the woods.

۶ৎ OC Masterlist

Iris Grimes

Introduction

[x--sinner--x]

What do you think about my fantasy ? Would you like to be the instigator and how would you start the game ?



The Humiliation Project

NOTICE/DISCLAIMER/ATTENTION***

This is my own sexual fantasy intended for a mature and legal audience. This is as real as life can get and will eventually be carried out someday - it was/is created for a longtime craving fantasy fetish of myself to come true at last.

The sole goal of The Humiliation Project is to permanently, deliberately and completely humiliate myself or anyone else interested with the same kind of degree of desire & passion. I’d really love to be totally degraded on every conceivable known platform and on every possible level of the current social media. The severity of this extreme humiliation will be felt every day with the most ultimate devastating consequences - as it can never be undone in the future… ever, no matter if I want to change my mind later on or already regret my decision after the first second having hit the ENTER button.

It will be forever permanent and irreversible without any discussion about it !!!

Just as I have been planning this all along and want this amazing project to be executed without making even the slightest changes or compromises whatsoever !!!

Exposed Web Male Sluts, or Exposed Women Sluts are men and females whose personal intimate information and full nude pictures have been posted online. Some boys and girls have willingly exposed themselves for gratification while others have not been willing. They are usually found on one or two porn sites - with their entire name, explicit photos, X-rated home videos and sometimes with a completely genuine photo ID revealing their address and many other private details.

The Humiliation Project will offer me the most extreme possible worldwide exposure that I ever wanted and dreamed about for such a long time. I intend to expose myself out of free will in the following way:

1. Two albums on 5 popular porn sites :

- The first album must absolutely include MY FULL NAME in the title. All of the contributors will permanently feed the most explicit and repulsive pics, homemade naked videos of myself (delivered on demand without hesitation or arguing), public confessions about my kinky perverted desires and my naughty obsession to exhibit myself constantly and voluntarily wherever possible in the most compromising and provocative poses possible.

- The second will include MY ENTIRE NAME but this time on every single vulgar picture or uncensored video and thus will also make it harder for me to find them all or try to report them after they have been reposted several times on other porn sites,… That is if I would ever want to change my mind of course ! Not that I have even the slightest intention of doing so or that I even would consider to think about it.

2. A Facebook, Twitter and Instagram account :

All under MY PROPER NAME of course. With every single available personal info provided like : private address, phone numbers, emails (both home and work related) a complete list with all other social media accounts of myself, age, gender, sexual preferences, job function, address of the company employing me at the that moment,… all of this freely available for blackmail and considered public domain from the moment these accounts are online.

Every account will be provided with the current password to give all visitors and potential exposers the opportunity to take over my personal accounts with all full rights to add, change, post whatever they want in order to create a worldwide and global exposure possible.

Which actually means that every visitor can use whatever is available on all these accounts without ever having to ask for my permission. Passwords of all these social media accounts will be shown in the intro so everyone can add, change or temper with my personal available information.

If someone changes the password, he has to publish it for further use by new visitors. I, on the other hand, will never try to take back again the control over my own accounts. The only thing that I want, is to obey to all my exposers and execute every demand posted on these accounts, give my full cooperation, provide as many debasing personal confessions and uncensored intimate declarations, incriminating naked photos, perverse videos…voluntarily and unashamedly.

These accounts will be built up and continuously maintained with perfectly clean, totally recognisable and professional pictures of myself. Everybody visiting these accounts will automatically be accepted as a new contact right away and considered as a close friend, giving total and immediate access to all my personal information and intimate photos without even having to ask for it.

The full frontal nakedness, the defenceless, helpless and humiliating photos, the perverse and vulgar videos provided by myself, will be private at first for those who have not been made friends yet (until more than enough explicit content is available to be made public).

So I will need plenty of vulgar demands and lewd assignments to accomplish in order to get as much sensitive, raunchy information available to be published first. Then it will be up to you to spread all those compromising data all over the internet and continue to ask for more obscene and disgusting material of myself. I’ll happily and deliberately provide everything needed without hesitation, of course.

This uncensored and subversive content will NOT be posted before any of these platforms hit a voluntarily small predetermined growth size (WHICH WILL BE KEPT INTENTIONALLY AS LOW AS POSSIBLE FOR A RAPID AND IMMEDIATE PUBLIC EXPOSURE BEFORE I CAN CHANGE MY MIND !!!).

All new content added by contributors must be immediately available for all. Every visitor is free to download whatever has been published on porno sites (lists where you can find me fully exposed will be available on all my social media platforms and permanently updated), my porn site accounts, blogs, etc. in order to duplicate for personal use, to email to all your family and friends, to repost on new sites.

All without permission and with the only purpose to make my exposure as complete and accessible as possible allover the World Wide Web. All exposers have unlimited rights to permanently and legally expose me in every way possible, as it is my own personal and biggest request…

Therefore I am ready to do everything that’s required and necessary to achieve that goal. Right from the start of this project, I will happily submit myself to every single exposer without any hesitation or arguing. I’ll in no way inhibit, hinder or step back from my total exposure and permanent humiliation.

A detailed declaration to give complete access and control over all my fully indecent pictures, exhibitionist videos and personal private data to be used and shared by my exposers in any way possible and for any purpose they decide, will be provided and pinned at the beginning of each existing and new created account, blog or site.

3. Multiple blog sites : like Blogger, Medium, WordPress, Squarespace, Weebly and Typepad.

Here MY FULL NAME, all of my humiliating selfies, intimate confessions, secret desires and extremely detailed explicit conversations about my own sex life will be posted nonstop. All of these sites will be carefully indexed to MY OWN PROPER NAME. This also means that a google search of MY ENTIRE NAME will reveal these sites one by one and probably a lot more than I wish for.

Upkeep: The Humiliation Project guarantees (I hope and pray they will) to replace everything that gets taken down or deleted with multiple duplicates. Any attempt to take down this content will multiply what is out there. That’s a special request of my own to make sure that I will stay completely exposed for the rest of my life and the exposure will continue to grow as time goes by.

THE RESULTS

Complete and total exposure and humiliation. I will feel utterly exposed, vulnerable and helpless. I will finally experience the most powerful feeling of humiliation. And if my full name and private pictures are forever online, I’ll freely have changed into a webslut at last.

I will no longer be a respectable man, I will have become a vulgar slut and a total whore. The Humiliation Project will solemnly guarantee myself for the full 100% that the entire world will finally know who I truly am !

And I will love every second of it, enjoying to personally reply to all your ugly posts, filthy remarks and comments no matter how degrading they might be. Plus always accept (without any hesitation) every single request. Not accomplishing one request will be punished by having to fulfil two more extra requests on top of the first one.

When being recognised in public by exposers or by a visitor of all these important sites providing that humiliating and disrespectful personal, intimate, sexual and explicit content, I freely accept the fact that I will have to deliver myself to their mercy.

I will let myself be ridiculed, degraded, humiliated in public in front of the many bystanders who will the attracted towards me. I will voluntarily let the people who have recognised me, make me strip completely naked, let them spit in my face and mouth, let me parade slowly and utterly naked through this growing crowd while being photographed, filmed and laughed at.

They will order me to rip my clothes apart, so I won’t be able to cover myself again when they are gone. I will sit on my knees, legs eagle wide spread open, my hands locked behind my head and let them freely use me as a public toilet. Meaning that they are allowed to piss in my face and inside my wide open spread mouth because I literally begged them to use and abuse me.

While three of more guys simultaneously piss inside my mouth while I will try to swallow as much as possible down my throat, others will be offered to piss all over my back and my back ripped clothes.

When the last man has done pissing over my body while the cheering crowd keeps on filming and taking closeup shots, I will kindly demand if there are some men who want to volunteer in letting me clean their shoes with my tongue or interested in a full blowjob.

Each cumload will be swallowed down my throat deliberately and unashamedly while being filmed. If I happen to spill a single drop of this delicious seed being shot straight into my mouth and on my stuck out tongue, I shall be punished by taking cumload after cumload being splattered all over my inner walls of my wide spread mouth until this mixture of warm, sticky, creamy semen is up to the edge of my lower lip before I can swallow this sperm sauce down my throat.

When my stomach is bursting with cum, I will offer everybody all the time in the world (out of free will) to give me a messed up facial and allow the men still able for another round to plaster and spray their last drop of cum all over my chest. Having no clothes to wear, I shall have to walk home or take public transport in the state I am left behind.

Of course everyone will be given plenty of time and space to take as much pictures as they like for proper use or to post them on all the available and known sites that I am already exposed on or for extra material to be posted on all my personal social media accounts for further humiliation and exposure of the secretly total cumslut and filthy spermdumpster that I really am. So that everyone I know and everybody visiting my accounts should see with their own eyes what a disgusting, pervert and vulgar exhibitionist I am in reality.

IMPORTANT NOTICE FOR MYSELF AND MAYBE OTHER INTERESTED CANDIDATES*******

If you are already a webslut that has been CONFRONTED by The Humiliation Project you will have two options. You can agree to voluntarily enroll in the Slut Redemption Program (SRP) or YOUR FUTURE LIFE WILL BE COMPLETELY RUINED.

Confronted websluts have been deemed by multiple people to be disgusting and reprehensible.

IN ADDITION to the above exposure, you will receive completely and exactly the same treatment as myself :

1. My friends and family will be sent a list of all the exposing accounts, blogs, sites. Of course always accompanied with the necessary password to enter and alter the content to their liking and flavour. Without asking or being forced, I or any other interested person will deliberately provide the necessary email addresses from my family and friends to the exposures !!!

2. A massive load of emails will be sent to all of my current contacts as well as all new ones added, containing all this uncensored humiliating material. Once again and totally out of free will, I or whoever is interested in this “peculiar project”, shall offer all the needed email addresses to send this abusive explicit evidence at !!!

3. All places of employment will be continually sent the material. I will voluntarily see to it that my private and intimate information is constantly updated !!!

4. Local dating apps will be utilised to send sexually interested persons to my home without having been informed upfront !!!

5. People who remain in contact with you will be harassed until they will .

THE PROMISE :

You will never have a professional career, you will struggle to keep jobs, friend and family will distance themselves from you.

SLUT REDEMPTION PROGRAM :

- 2 month program

- You will create a healthy schedule, short and long term goals.

- You will provide verification that you are keeping to this program

SUBMIT A WEBSLUT

OR

VOLUNTEER

Just like me you then may apply to be a subject of The Humiliation Project and will be exposed in only the three listed way, unless you opt for more humiliation. I can’t get enough of this, the more the better. I want it all,… in all its beautiful, pure darkness.

Being horrifically humiliated in public daily and made a pathetic fool of myself. Used and abused, for that’s the only reason I was born for. Exposing myself on a daily basis in the most horrendous, perverted, compromising, recognisable and disgusting ways. Voluntarily, unashamedly, without hesitation, without arguing.

Be at the mercy of others and no being able to do anything about it, and loving every single second of it. Mocked, ridiculed, exploited, like the perverted and vulgar horny cumdumpster and addicted cocksucker I am. Finally all in the open, on the internet, not just locally but also globally… completely exposed and turned into the obedient, sex addicted exhibitionist…

My ultimate dream finally came true, my utter fantasy reality…at last…

Geert

I find this post truly fascinating and I'm really in awe reading through all of it. I admire how much effort has been put into it, and each aspect of this is truly mesmerising. I would definitely love to be the instigator and start this wonderful game, slutting you out to millions of people from all around the world.

I'll probably be the site manager, making sure to post your videos and paying people to comment a lot of disgusting things about you and also integrating a pay wall for them to access exclusive content.

I honestly don't have much to say, but I'm really curious about this and it really speaks for itself. I hope you get to do this one day, and I'll be a part of it when the time comes.