#HELP HATERS IN THE INBOX

[iri-desky]

i hope kosa passes but only for you

Thanks man! 😇 hope you have the jolliest of days in hell! Also

[ariadne-mouse]

I feel fandom would get along a lot better if there was mutual understanding that liking a character, agreeing with a character, and thinking the character is well constructed/executed are all separate (if often overlapping) positions, each with their separate tastes and subjectivities. Also: character portrayals are intended to make the audience feel things; this is separate from (if often overlapping with) analyzing/appreciating their actions and role in the story.

[opikiquu]

I DONT WANNA HEAR IT FROM YOU TWIN.. that oren and simon calling your name lowkey...! watch when i post this simon drawing in a few min. youll be put on ur back bruh youll die

CAN YOU LEAVE ME ALONE OMG I JUST WOKE UP . REMEMBER WHEN I SAVED YOU FROM THAT BURNING BUILDING?????? DONT YOU WANT TO REPAY ME FOR MY ACTS OF KINDNESs????

[astars-things]

Hate and comfort

Lando norris x reader

Summary- where y/n joins quadrant athletes and gets hated on because people only think she got in because Lando is her boyfriend. (Mix of Insta edits, written and tweets, also please lmk if you like me adding the tweets or not, in my inbox or comments )

*I don't own any of these photos they are from pinterest

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@.Quadrant Please welcome the newest adrenaline junkie to the team Y/n. Y/n has been a part of the Nitro circus for 4 years, pulling off world-class stunts and we can't wait to see what she can bring to the team.

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@.Hater Wait so she does flips in the air and we’re calling her an athlete?? be serious.

@.hater2 Nepotism wins again 💅

@.maxfewtrell welcome to the team y/n/n

@.Hater3 I just unsubscribed

@.Y/n.L/n Thank you for signing me 💚

→ @.Hater4 SLUT

You laid in your hotel bed, tears rolling down your face as you read the comments, you have had your fair share of hate. Being a woman in a male-dominated sport you were judged, if you cried you were over sensitive, if you have male friends you're a slut, If you celebrated, you were cocky and the list goes on. But this was different.

What made it all harder was the fact that you were completely alone. Melbourne was another stop on tour with Nitro Circus, just another city, another crowd. You were 10,000 miles away from your family and friends, the people who had stood trackside in the pouring rain just to see you land your first flip. You were 8,000 miles away from Lando, the one person who could make the noise fade with just a look, the only one who knew how to hold you when the world got too loud.

Your relationship had only been going on for about a year, you both had made a decision not to go public, with all his crazy fan girls and the media, it would have just torn you two apart. Seeing all the comments on the new quadrant post made your brain go into overtime with thoughts filling your head 

Was Lando really worth the pain? Do I say anything? 

Just as your head was filling with more thoughts, you heard your phone buzz from where you had just dropped it 

Lando 🧡 Love, I know you are seeing the comments 

Lando 🧡  I wish more than anything i could be there right now just to pull the phone out of your hands and remind you who the fuck you are

Read

You turned your head to the side to read the clock that was beside your hotel bed, and when it read 1 am, you let out a sigh and opened up your F1 app so you could watch the Saudi Arabian race. For the first time that night, you smiled, watching Lando go from p10 to p4. You watched the podium celebration before putting your phone on charge and going to sleep, dreading what you were going to face tomorrow

That morning when you woke up your phone was just flooded with notification and it overwhelmed you, so you messaged your trainer and some of the staff letting them know you were turning off your phone, once the messages were sent you turned off your phone with a heavy sigh and got your head in the game.

You just had to get through practice tonight and the show tomorrow, and just a few more stops of the Australian leg of the tour. Then you can fly back home and be with your family and support system. The ones who didn’t question your worth or weigh your success against who you were dating.

What you didn't know was that Lando was currently on a plane to you. Rushing through the media of the Saudi Arabian Grand Prix. To then fly to Melbourne to hold you. (I know the timeline doesn't make sense, but this is fiction, not real life so just go with it)

Lando had messaged the team asking if they could help surprise you. Lando had given them a rundown of the situation and the plan of action. Luck was on Landos' side tonight, his plane landed an hour before practice was scheduled to finish, which meant he had enough time to quickly get your hotel room card from your trainer, have a shower, get some food for both of you and get some other essentials.

Lando sat on the edge of the hotel bed, waiting for you. Your trainer had sent Lando a message saying you were on your way up to the hotel room. Lando was mentally freaking out he wanted everything to be perfect, he could hear your voice from outside the door and so he stood up holding the flowers he got on his way to the hotel and stood there waiting for you to enter the room

You let out a slow breath, shoulders heavy with exhaustion, your mind already shutting down from the day. The door clicked open, and you pushed it gently, stepping inside. That's when you froze, your mouth wide open from shock, Lando is here like right in front of me, you thought, still not being able to let any words out

His voice was soft. "Hey, love." Before your mind could process what was happening, your body made its way to Lando. He held you with so much love. "I’ve got you," he whispered after a moment, lips brushing the top of your head. "I’m right here. Let it out, love."

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@.Landonorris 8,000 miles. 18-hour flight. I would do it 100 times over again just for you...when you love someone as much as I love y/n, you’ll do whatever it takes to show up. I didn't travel across the Indian Ocean just to stay quiet 🧡

We have only been dating for a year, and y/n has been doing Nitro Circus for 4 years. Y/n is not here because of me she’s here because she’s damn good at what she does and I'm happy to be her wag and show the world how amazing she is.

So, to whoever this may concern kindly fuck off with your hate comments!

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@.maxfewtrell Damn y/n you really are lucky Lando wouldn't do that for me 🥲

@.user Lando is really the definition of "if he wanted to he would"

→@.Landonorris damn right I am

@.danielricciardo mate said 🏎️🏁✈️🏃‍♂️‍➡️🫂💥

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@.Quadrant Say it louder for the haters in the back 🧡

@.McLaren Well said, Lando. We stand with Y/N always.

Lando sat in the stands, with a Nitro hoodie, black jeans, with his white Air Forces on, he had a special surprise just for you, he’d been holding onto since landing in Melbourne. He just needed the perfect moment. Before the show, the team had asked if it was alright to feature him in the crowd during your performance you replied with "yeah sure fuck it"

You had your helmet, full gear on, and adrenaline pulsing through your veins, just waiting for the signal from the staff to announce you and the rest of the dirt bike crew. Once you got the signal, you rode out of the tunnel, riding up the ramp. In one fluid motion, you launched into the air, legs stretched behind you in a perfect Superman pose, landing clean like it was second nature.

The crowd was in chaos with all the cheering. You looked up at the jumbotron to see your boyfriend Lando with his hoodie lifted up to show off the t-shirt he was wearing,

Which was a black t-shirt with "Y/ns' #1 WAG" printed on with white writing, you stopped for a moment, your cheeks going red under your helmet, and soon you let out a little laugh.

Once the show was done, you made your way to the fan zone, quickly signing as much as you could before making your way to where Lando had been standing. Lando picked you up effortlessly, you wrapped your legs around his waist, and wasted no time in pulling him into a kiss

"You were amazing out there," Lando murmured, his voice full of admiration, his arms tight around you. You pulled back just enough to meet his eyes, your lips curling into a soft smile. "Thank you for showing up", You spoke with tears welling up in your eyes

"Like I said in my Instagram post, I would do it 100 times over again just for you", Lando said with nothing but love in his eyes placing another kiss to your lips. This was where you belonged, right here, in his arms

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🎵Lover by Taylor Swift

please reblog and like 🫶

I think this is my favorite fic I've written so far...also, if you would like a pt2 or for me to turn this into an au in the future, please lmk in the comments or my inbox

[oc-ology]

How to get past the fear of OC posting

People should create for the sake of creating but people post to engage with the community. However, posting can be intimidating and anxiety-inducing for a lot of people. It’s easy to say “do it scared” but much harder to put into practice. So, I’ve put together a few steps that lead up to doing it scared. These won’t work for everyone and this is meant more as general advice.

Step One: Why are you scared?

The first step is to figure out what about posting is scary for you. Oftentimes, it’s not as simple as “what if my post flops” or “what if people think I’m cringe”. Once you’ve figured out the surface-level reason, dig a little deeper. If your post flops, does that lead to you doubting the worth of what you’re creating? If you’re worried about what people think, is that because you’ve experienced judgement before or are worried your inbox will be flooded with criticism?

Identifying why you’re scared will not only help you understand yourself better (yippee!) but you can also then work on the source of your fears and anxieties at your own pace.

Step Two: Find ways to lessen your fears

One way of working through anxiety online is to find ways to mitigate the specific source of your fear.

Some fears have easier solutions than others. If you’re worried about people criticising your work, you can turn off anonymous asks (as most people are less likely to be haters when there’s a name attached to it) or turn asks off entirely, as well as limiting replies to those who have been following for a week. This way, if someone does want to be an unpleasant individual, it’s a little harder for them to do so.

A lack of engagement is a little harder to remedy. Here, the only real solution is to try and divorce the idea that engagement = worth. Remember why you’re creating an OC. Because it’s fun! It’s an act of creation! Because you want to find a community…? A community or OC friends will never just drop into your lap. You need to seek them out yourself. Look into discord servers, forums, tumblr networks (are they still a thing?), fandom events and exchanges, and most importantly: go out of your way to send asks/questions to others and build friendships with them! If you’ve got social anxiety like me, this is going to be a big challenge. Which leads to the next step…

Step Three: Start small

It doesn’t matter how small your first step is - so long as that step is forwards! If you’re nervous about OC posting, find the smallest thing about them and post it with the expectation of getting no notes. That’s right, I want you to go in and expect it to flop. Anything over one note is an automatic win. This first post isn’t about engagement - it’s about getting over the initial fear of posting. 

It can be tempting to just go right out the gate with elaborate explanations of backstory, lore implications, power levels, everything. But the trick really is to start small. Most people scrolling tumblr aren’t going to read a few thousand words on something they’re not invested in yet. TL;DR is a curse that I’m sure we’ve all fallen victim to. 

Instead, break up information about your OC into small pieces that can be posted one by one and have some kind of visual piece with it. People are usually more drawn to images than text. For example, which of these two things are more visually interesting?

What Perseus keeps in his bag:

Amulet

Tinderbox

A broken blade

50ft of hempen rope

25gp of silver powder

Waterskin

Rations (cheese, bread, sausage)

OR

Obviously this comes down to personal preference but a lot of people would find the illustrated version to be more interesting. You don’t need to be an artist to do this either! You could make a version of that example in photoshop or a similar program. Picrews, moodboards, edits, game screenshots and photography can all be used to add a visual element to your posts.

Step Four: Why am I still scared?

Fear is not easily stamped out. Anxiety is definitely the kind of thing that lingers. These steps aren’t meant to immediately make OC posting not-scary. That’s something that will only come with time as you get used to it. Again: Do it. Do it scared. Gradually, it’ll be less terrifying and in the meantime, you might be able to make a few friends who also want to talk about your blorbo.

[slut4thebroken]

Little Lamb

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Pairing | Werewolf!Emmett x reader

Summary | Emmett smells a sweet little lamb in the forest on the night of a full moon and his primal instincts take over.

Warnings | Smut, NON CON, death?, bestiality, werewolf/human sex, knotting, biting, primal, hunting, breeding, crying, blood, cunnilingus, mating mark, fear kink, spit, (pre apocalypse)

Words | 2k

Notes | I can already smell the pussy anon haters in my inbox lmaooo

Ao3 link | <3

Masterlist

Kinktober | day 29: werewolf

Emmett went to the woods every full moon so he wouldn’t put anyone in danger when he turned. But sometimes he’d come across a camper— like tonight. He had already turned and could immediately smell the sweet scent of perfume in the distance, along with some smoke from a small campfire. 

He stalked through the trees silently, surveying the scene. There you were, beautiful, young, glowing under the moonlight and the flames… But there was a man with you— sitting far too close for his liking. Emmett growled quietly before he could help it, suddenly filled with a primal rage that only intensified when the man leaned closer and kissed you. He pulled you onto his lap and you moaned against his lips, filling Emmett with an unexpected mix of anger and arousal. 

He continued stalking through the trees and your head snapped up with a gasp when he stepped on a twig. “What was that?” You whispered, looking in Emmett’s direction, trying to see in the dark. 

“It was nothing, baby.” He murmured, pulling you back into a kiss. His hands were roaming all over your body, squeezing your tits and your ass, groping you like some kind of sick pervert. 

“I swear I heard something.” You said against his lips, not able to pull away to speak. 

“Babe,” he huffed, flipping you onto your back, forcing a startled sound out of you, “it was probably just a squirrel something.” He leaned down and resumed the kiss, but it was far more passionate this time as he started rocking his hips against you. 

Emmett watched him make out with you, sliding his hands under your shirt to grope your bare tits. He was growling quietly, saliva drooling from his mouth as his teeth bared at the sight. You were whimpering and letting out these soft little moans, and something inside Emmett just snapped. 

He jumped out from his position and ran over to the couple. When you heard the noise, you looked over, then immediately screamed at the sight of what you thought was a giant wolf running toward you. Before the man had a chance to react, Emmett was already biting down on his neck and dragging him off of you. 

“Stop!” You shrieked while the man cried out, punching at Emmett, trying to yank on his fur or do anything to get him off. He just bit down harder, making the man’s scream cut off into a gurgle as blood rushed into Emmett’s mouth. Once his struggling died down significantly, Emmett finally let go and turned to you, blood dripping from his maw, his blue eyes gleaming in the moonlight. 

You were scrambling back on the ground until you reached a bag, then pulled out what he was pretty sure was bear spray based on the faint scent from inside the canister. So he jumped at you, making you scream and push down on it, but the safety clip was still on so nothing came out. He gently nipped at your wrist and you immediately dropped the canister, your crying intensifying as you brought your hands up to shield your face from him. However, instead of going for your neck, after he nudged the canister away, he took your shirt in his teeth and pulled. The fabric ripped easily and he growled at the sight of your bare chest. 

“W-What the fuck?” You said through broken sobs, moving your hands down to shield your breasts, but they flew away when he snapped his jaw at them. 

Emmett leaned down to sniff over your torso, blood dripping from his jaw onto your bare skin. He moved up to sniff your face and hair, his cock finally stirring to life as he lapped at the tears on your cheeks, making you flinch away from him and start crying harder. He moved back down, licking at your nipples that were already hard from the cool night air, and all you could do was cry under him. 

He absentmindedly pawed at your stomach and the top of your pants while focusing his attention on your tits, signaling that he wanted them off, but you were completely frozen. So he growled, and moved down to latch onto the fabric, tugging as hard as he could while snarling impatiently. 

“Stop!” You cried, your hands twitching, desperate to reach down and push him away, but too scared to get injured. 

The fabric was starting to tear and after a few seconds, he finally had your panties exposed. He bit down on them and you whimpered when his teeth accidentally nipped your lower stomach, drawing blood as he ripped your panties off of your body. One your pussy was free, he quickly lapped at the wound on your belly apologetically, then immediately moved down to taste your cunt. 

“No…” You whined pathetically, trying to squirm out from under him. In response, he placed a paw on your stomach, his sharp nails digging into the soft skin painfully as he held you in place. He practically devoured your cunt, his wet nose digging into your clit while his tongue lapped at your leaking hole. 

Emmett’s cock was leaking just as much, rock hard and throbbing between his hind legs, aching to be buried inside your tight little cunt already. But for now, he continued ravishing you with his tongue, enjoying the way you squealed and tried to hold back your moans. 

The scent of your arousal was almost overwhelming up close, though it was slightly masked by the scent of blood still staining the fur on his muzzle. However your fear was easily the most addictive thing he’d ever encountered… Like a little lamb, completely helpless and ready to be consumed by the big bad wolf. 

“Please…” You sobbed, writhing under him, making his cock twitch. He finally pulled back, panting heavily above your cunt while you cried, each labored exhale steaming against your drenched core. Your body sagged slightly in relief now that the stimulation was gone. 

After a moment, you peered down at him curiously, your bottom lip quivering with the effort of holding back more sobs. When you suddenly noticed the large cock hanging down between his legs, your eyes widened and you choked on your spit, your body seizing up from fear once again. 

Emmett stepped off of you and used his snout to nudge at the side of your hip, trying to get you to turn over. You whimpered and shook your head, so he growled and bared his teeth, forcing a quiet sob out of you. He nudged again, more insistently this time, then gently nipped at your side, making you yelp, but finally turn over. 

He bit down on your torn pants and pulled up, wordlessly telling you to get on your knees, his tail wagging slightly in satisfaction when you actually obeyed. As a reward, he briefly lapped at your cunt again and your body trembled as you cried.

Finally, Emmett was mounting you, making you start crying even harder. His hips were jerking forward, his cock blindly searching for your hole— One of the biggest downsides to not having hands… Once the tip notched on your entrance, he immediately pushed in, making you scream and jolt away from him. He adjusted his grip with his front legs hanging over your hips, his claws digging into the fronts of your thighs, forcing pained whimpers out of you. 

Your body shook with the force of your sobs as you cried into the ground, your hands clawing at the dirt as he bottomed out, letting out a low grunt. 

You felt incredible… The way your tight cunt wrapped around his thick cock, the way your bare back felt pressed against his furry belly, the way you screamed and cried as he forced his cock in deep— filling you up better than that pervert ever could’ve. 

When he started rutting, your whole body lurched forward and a startled noise of pain escaped you. He just adjusted his grip and kept humping you, chasing his own pleasure. Saliva dripped from his maw as he snarled, the wetness pooling on your back. 

Your pussy was fluttering around his cock, squeezing him like a fucking vice, practically trying to suck him back in each time his hips drew back. When you couldn’t take it anymore and started trying to crawl out from under him, he leaned over you even more, pinning you down with his paws on your upper back, his claws leaving red streaks each time you shifted. 

Even though part of him wanted to pin you down and choke you, squeeze and maul your tits with his hands as he growled sweet praise and degrading insults against your ear… a larger part was more than satisfied by the fact that you thought you were being raped by a real wolf right now. 

He wondered what you’d do after he finished— if you’d call the police and tell them that a beast ripped your boyfriend’s throat out and then raped you next to the dying body. Or maybe you’d lie and tell a more believable story that wouldn’t hold up when they actually investigated and found no sign of another human’s involvement besides your well-fucked cunt. 

Emmett plowed into you desperately, his knot swelling and aching to be forced inside you. Each time it caught on the rim of your pussy, it made you whimper, your legs trembling. 

He was so fucking close— just needed something else to get him there… So he bit down on your shoulder— not hard enough to break skin— and you let out a strangled cry, digging your nails into the dirt, making him finally fall over the edge. The scream you let out when he forced his knot inside you had him biting down harder, marking you. His cock twitched, spurting out ropes come deep inside your abused cunt, his knot keeping everything sealed up tight. 

When his orgasm eventually faded, he panted heavily, his paws sliding off your back, landing on the dirt on either side of you. He lapped at the bite mark on your shoulder and the tears on your cheek as you remained laying on the ground, your head turned to the side. 

His tail was wagging languidly behind him and he just basked in the moment for a while, taking in your scent and the feeling of his knot plugging up your tight pussy. 

The way you cried and whimpered was just so adorable… But the way you started panicking when he impatiently tested the swollenness of his knot was even cuter. You frantically reached back, trying to hold onto his hind legs while he attempted to pull out, making you whine in pain. 

“No— please wait.” You whimpered, gasping out pained sobs as your body trembled. When your pussy finally yielded to his knot, you screamed and his cock slipped out with a wet, vulgar squelch. Emmett immediately jumped off of you while you sobbed, eager to watch his come trickle out. 

Your cunt was red and puffy, looking so incredibly ruined, and he whined impatiently, his tail wagging behind him. When he finally saw his come, he growled low in his throat and immediately surged forward to start lapping at it, making you yelp. You almost seemed to enjoy the way his tongue laved over your sensitive folds, cleaning you up carefully, albeit sloppily. Your poor little cunt was quivering against his tongue, your body just barely writhing, your soft sounds shifting from whimpers of pain to whimpers of pleasure.

Once he was satisfied, he pulled back, dragging his tongue over his muzzle to savor the lingering taste of your arousal mixed with his seed. He forcefully swatted your hip with his paw, knocking you onto your side with a soft grunt. Emmett crawled over you, forcing you onto your back, then started licking at your lips, making you groan in disgust and attempt to weakly push him back. 

“Stop it!” You whined. Emmett just lapped at the rest of your face, cleaning up your tears, then moved back to your lips. You let out a muffled sound when he pushed his tongue past your lips, drool smearing all over the lower half of your face. Finally satisfied, he stepped back, watching you wipe your mouth with a look of disgust on your face, still crying softly and trembling. 

Then he finally trotted off to enjoy the rest of the full moon, feeling spent and satisfied after successfully claiming his prey— his helpless little lamb. 

[thenickgirl]

a little message about the constant anon hate in our community ✩

as someone who has been online since i was a literal child and has mastered being completely and utterly unbothered by anonymous hatred, i just thought i’d share some things i learned that helped me get to that mindset of—fuck these hoes, basically 😭.

always remember that this is just the internet. they don’t pay your bills nor do they alter anything in your day to day life. if you were to delete this app right now, everyone ceases to exist. these people do not know you at all, they only know what you show them on here, which is most likely just a persona. they don’t know the real you, so there’s no actual grounds for hatred. people who don’t know you can not have a say on who you are. period!

turn off anon. they love to hide, so they’d never say half the things they’re saying straight to your face because they’re cowards. i know that turning it off can be hard for some of you, i treasure my sweet anon friends a lot too, but your mental health is what’s most important. maybe you could try to encourage those people to come chat in your dms instead for the time being.

80% of anonymous hate is just rage bait. they feed off of the attention. just as well as you know there will be a influx of people coming to your aid, they know that too. they want to stir up mess. this is something that i’m working on as well, cause i tend to fall for it every time, especially when it’s directed towards my friends, but remember this is what they want, do not give it to them.

sometimes your anonymous hater is just a follower. i don’t receive hate often, i think everyone pretty much knows that i don’t care it about it. however, there was an instance where i was receiving hate for chatting with a friend in my inbox. mind you, i hadn’t used ANY sturniolo tags, only my personal ones for my inbox, which of course means that they were following me. i called them out on it and they stopped. what i’m saying is, a lot of the time your hater is really your biggest fan, so who’s more embarrassing you or them? (it’s them 😭)

most importantly, there’s more people who love you, than who CLAIM to hate you. self love, and self awareness can play a big part in this as well. knowing yourself, and understanding that the things they say are not, and could never be true. remember that you are loved, wanted, cared for, and appreciated by so many people.

anyways, sorry i’m not very good at putting my thoughts into words, but i hope you got the gist. hopefully, this can help some of you with navigating through the negativity in this life of social media.

as my followers and mutual know, my inbox and dms are always open for anyone who needs to talk. i love you, i see you, and i’m here for you. 💕

FUCK THESE HOES!

random tags @muwapsturniolo @nickssidewitch @mattslilies @mattslilies @vanteguccir @bernardsbendystraws @aaliyahsturniolo @starrii-sturns @sturnsafterdark @sturnsblogs @chrisspussygang @fentiesturns @oopsiedaisydeer @angelicsturns @angelcake-222

[bernardsbendystraws]

Buckle up, get strapped in…

TW: dad lecturing you while you do math at 3 am vibes

We’re all gonna sit and talk because I’m over it. Every time I voice my opinion, people have an issue. This didn’t always used to happen. It only started occurring when I gained a following.

I can’t block people without being put on blast for being “unreasonable.” I can’t support smaller creators without being “cliquey.” I can’t express any sort of opinion, even if it’s in a respectful manner with valid points and suggestions.

The point is, a tour isn’t necessary. There’s other methods of interacting with fans that the triplets could try. Tours are expensive and exclusive given the location and accessibility. It’s fine if you want to go. I’m not saying you can���t and I’m not saying you shouldn’t. Do what makes you feel happy and content.

This is not hate and hasn’t been hate. I’ve not said anything that was false information. The triplets have been promising better content. They let go of the podcast, Wednesday videos, streams, and even potentially the Friday photo dumps. It’s not an invalid opinion if it’s based off of truth.

I love these boys, I really do. They’ve helped me through hard times. They’ve shared such incredible content that I will always wanna come back to and relive memories. But, I do not pick one side of things. A lot of you guys do. Depending on my take, I either get called a hater or a glazer. I can’t be both. I’m simply a fan with an opinion. And for some reason me having an opinion with actual reasoning bothers some of you. You clip my words, twisting everything. You’re not even trying to understand.

I’m not hating. I never said the triplets should just be canceled or whatever the fuck else. I’m saying it simply doesn’t make logical sense. Fan interaction can happen in better ways. They could travel internationally, making videos trying snacks or doing wtv, making meet and greets or pop up shops. I’m not saying it’s just stupid. I’m saying there’s better options and that the previous tours have shown they need to look into different options.

I’m sick of being blasted on other platforms and people specifically targeting me for having an opinion. I can’t even just block since apparently that causes more problems. I’m not a soft spoken person. I never have been and I never will be. My opinion is loud and it always has reasoning. This only became an issue when I became a bigger blog and I am quite honestly sick of it.

Go ahead and say I act like a celebrity. Truth is, I don’t. I voice my opinion like everyone else. I block people like everyone else. I do all the things everyone else does, but it’s a problem when I do it. Why? Because I don’t act like a celebrity, some of you treat me like one.

With all that being said, my inbox got blown up today. I get wanting to vent and share your reasoning, but unless it is something new, I won’t be replying. I’m disappointed but being negative won’t help me feel any better. It also isn’t gonna reverse the announcement.

I’ve shared my opinion and as more information comes to surface, I might talk more. However, I’d like to enjoy posting and absorbing content on here. I don’t wanna answer a bunch of asks saying the same things that remind me of the disappointment, so I simply won’t be. If you need to vent, please go talk to a friend. Or post on your own account.

Disrespectfully, fuck off. I will block any indirect posts made about me. And I better not see any damn complaints because if you make me uncomfortable, I have every right to block you! You’re fucking weird if you do that shit.

With love and big tits, Rose

[hiraethminds]

This is a tangent, I'm here to entertain with needless rambling

The deep rooted hatred for taco I see in the II community genuinely concerns me. Especially since those people tend to be Mephone "apologists"(For lack of a better word, I love Mephone don't get me wrong) despite how taco is the "active" side of the coin to his "passive". The connections between them are there trust me Im connecting the dots. Ive connected them.

I understand that she's done bad things, but blaming her for her shortcomings when she doesn't and never had the same support group to change as Mephone did makes me a little ehh.. Getting upset because Microphone showed her support in the new episodes simply because you don't like the ship(I understand why people wouldnt but thats not an excuse to deny her anything), and because Taco doesn't know how to change yet and you refuse to see her as anything redeemable. I'm not big on shipping, thats not the point of this tangent, but Taco finally having someone to support her and help her change is a GOOD thing. Microphone was being the bigger person there, she was being mature and thoughtful because Taco clearly needs the help. The fact that people continue to deny Taco any kind of growth even if she goes about it in the wrong way makes me deeply uncomfortable. Because the moment any character does anything bad that isn't HER they don't say anything about it. She was shunned by her peers because she was playing the game and continued to 'play the game' so to speak.

Theres a deep rooted hint of misogyny in the way they treat her, but I wont yap about that you dont need to read allat.

I understand people have reasons for not liking characters! That's ok. But I've seen them actively go out of their way to harass people that DO like Taco and actively criticize enjoying her character.

They tend to take it as defending her actions. Which is not what's happening. I don't think oscommunity could handle vriska is all I'm saying.

Feel free to not answer this I just need whatever little imp is telling me to scream about it to get out. go draw a taco dis is driving me crazy

Thank you for dumping this in my inbox bigbarf200, I feel like a wise confidant.

okay so I don't interact/observe with the wider ii community (Mainly cuz i like playing with my touys without being bothered) So this information is so Interesting to me!!!

As you mentioned, the hate might stem from misogyny (and by the way, I’d love to read your essay—talk all you want, my friend!). This is a societal issue that affects every part of life.

That said, I also think some people might dislike her simply because she’s a hustler and stubborn. When she has a goal, she’ll do whatever it takes to achieve it, even if it means crossing into morally gray areas.

holding Mepad hostage > hijacking the show

lying and deceiving objects with good intentions > winning s1

seriously hurting Fan > winning Mic immunity

as you said in the greater scheme of things, she's genuinely done horrible things. But if you just accept that at face value you are missing out on such an amazing character. You have to consider her perspective and the circumstances of her birth (especially in a story like ii!!) to fully understand and come to an option on her. But I digress this is baby level analysis so ill move on.

people who think Mic being friendly towards Taco post e14 is out of character are misunderstanding Microphone as both a character and thematic device I think

that's literally the only rational reason I could think of as to why people would be mad about taco and mic being on good terms???

so yeah, these haters just sound like crazy irrational people who have a lot of pent-up emotions. crazy

anyways ty!!! I feel like I didn't have alot to add since, as stated, these people are just incredibly irrational. but its nice getting an earful of whagh the fuck the community is like. here are soem taco drawings for the occasion

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I didn't want to say that here since you love Leona now but I actually hate that lion guy😭😭 I feel like he would bully me for just existing!

Like this part in book 3 when he made us fight his dorm members so we could stay in the dorm makes me look at him like this 😒 like sir I'm magicless and homeless and physically weak and you want me to fight your muscled dorm members + they have magic!😭😭 Why?! At this rate I would have slept in one of the class rooms instead 😞I mean it was Grim do the fighting but still! But that's not the only reason I have other reasons why I hate him 😭 (I'm scared of him lol)

I have beef with that lion guy😞

I don't see myself loving him any soon but who knows maybe one day I would feel in love with him like you 🫢

Lemme tell you this right here and right now: I have learned from observation that there are no bigger L*ona haters out there than L*ona stans themselves 💀 We They will say, "Leona Kingscholar is literally the fucking worst character not just in Twisted Wonderland, but in all media that has ever and will ever be conceived. Hate that guy, what a shitty scumbag," one moment and then turn right around and kiss our their lion merch with all the tender love and care a human could possibly lavish an object with.

ANYWAY, that's beside the point. I don't like this character of which you speak of.

Early main story Leona is definitely the type to bully the crud out of others 💀 To be fair to him though, honestly any dorm (other than Heartslabyul) would have been reluctant to house a pair that they have little to no personal connection with. The students at NRC are known for their pride and reluctance to help each other out, right? Night Raven College also has a culture of "the strong obey the weak", so to have Yuu and Grim "earn their keep" by demonstrating their strength makes sense. The other dorms would have probably demanded similar things of them, regardless of how downtrodden and dreary their circumstances are. It's not like Azul or the mob students showed Yuu and Grim any mercy before. Most of the student population is not nice or welcoming, especially if there's nothing in it for them to gain. In this case, Leona would be gaining two temporary students that aren't deadweights to him. Of course, that doesn't justify what he did/said in book 3 or any of the other things he did/said. It doesn't mean you have to like the guy for what he did. It's just that I don't know if that one scene is a specific-to-Leona asshole move. I do want to point to the Episode of Octavinelle manga too; in that, Leona doesn't make Yuuta fight mobs to sleep over, he accepts Yuuta's cooking abilities as a substitute. This loops right back around to what I was saying about "earning your keep" and how most NRC students won't want to help you out unless you have something to offer them in return. For Yuuta, that was his culinary skills. For in-game Yuu and Grim, it had to be combat prowess. Is it cruel in comparison to letting them sleep over in return for nothing? Yes, absolutely. But is it in character for them to be selfish about it? Also yes, absolutely. I think it's fine to have as a characterization moment--though whether you enjoy this or not is up to the individual fan.

I get that he's not going to appeal to everyone. Leona definitely comes off as intimidating and he has plenty of other traits to loathe. Every character will have people that dislike them or even outright hate them. That's completely normal and should be expected, since everyone has different experiences, tastes, and perspectives to bring to the table--each equally as valid as the last. Feelings can change over time, feelings can stay the same. Whatever happens, it's fine! No one decent is going to hold a (water) gun to your head and force you to like L*ona. Enjoy fandom in your own way!

That being said 💦💦 I will advise that you avoid sending messages of, "I actually HATE this character that you happen to like" into people's inboxes. It's okay to have a different opinion than the fan you're expressing the opinion to, but you should keep in mind that it's not always appropriate to voice it or to press the matter. I might be generally indifferent about discussing why we like or dislike certain characters, but others might not be so happy to get a message that could be considered bashing on their favorite(s). Again, just be mindful of others and their boundaries!

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my ass is blowing up ur inbox rn but these are helping to distract me from finals 🤕🤕

anywayyy i just know chris’ old hookups would see him alllll over bun in those cutesy relaxed fits and get mad as hell.

like wdym he’s grinning and smacking her ass that’s pristinely covered by her mid-length skirt… and he’s not even bothering to look at other girls?? ouuu the haters haattteee to see bun’s sweetie pie ass coming! 🙂‍↕️

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mhm 🙂‍↕️ she's literally in her jeans and a comfy sweater and his hand is just groping her ass in front of everyone

[yanderenightmare]

Do you normally get any 'ew, you're disgusting' shit in your inbox? I just now posted my first incest fic and got one like 'i hope you don't have any siblings lalala'. Prior to that, I was like "how do these authors go untouched by antis?" but then I realised that it was a tad bit naive of me lol. I was going to respond with a taunt but decided to just delete it because it wasn't worth the effort.

Are they frequent and are they easy to ignore?

On Dealing with Haters/Critics

Good question! I was actually going to make a post on this, as others have asked me the same thing, so here we go!

♡ Personal Experience!

I get my fair share of hate from time to time—more often when I publish things that are more taboo than other excepted things—for example, like you say, incest, as well as bestiality, wide age gap, born-sexy-yesterday readers, etc.

It's an odd thing, as haters will often accept the fact that I write rape for titillation but will take issue with these other tropes. But anyway, we can talk about the nonsensical opinions of haters all day, but it wouldn't really do us any good.

So, here's my advice.

♡ First Off, Accept that Haters are Gonna Hate!

Some people won't like what you write. And that's fine. The problem is that they feel the need to tell you that—at which point, you'll just have to console yourself by telling yourself that no decent person would be rude to a total stranger whom they don't know the first thing about and, therefore, whatever they have to say warrants neither second thought nor reply.

With that being said, however...

♡ You Gotta Do What Feels Right!

Engage or don't engage, do what you need to feel at peace. Sure, you can be the so-called bigger man and ignore all the meanies, but you absolutely don't have to!

Of course, we can be cool as cucumbers and say, "Not worth the effort," but who are we kidding? This is Tumblr, and you're allowed to rant when you want in whatever manner you want!

So, if you feel you gotta bite back to maintain your sanity, then that's what you should!

However, I do believe there's a way to go about it!

♡ Never Go to Bed Angry!

This is my personal advice, but if you ever choose to acknowledge hate or critique, do so with tact and with based and factual arguments instead of slinging heated insults in return.

This way, you walk away from the fight feeling good about what you've said and not worse off than before. In other words, don't stoop down to their level.

I actually feel in many ways that answering hate can be rather therapeutic this way, as you've succesfully turned something negative into soemthing positive!

♡ The Difference Between Hate & Critique!

Actually doesn't matter. You're not really obligated to answer either if you don't want to.

But for the sake of differentiating the two: "Ew, you're disgusting" is hateful slander, but "Incest is wrong, and you're actively condoning it by writing what you write" is a genuine critique.

And it bears repeating, you don't have to address either because you don't owe anyone anything.

People are entiteld to their opnions just as much as you're free to disagree, and ignore if you want!

But something I've found is that explaining it to those who don't understand why we write such things, and furthermore why people want to read it without being interested in such things in real life, is actually quite a rewarding thing to do!

And by that, I mean it might make your critics and haters understand and rethink their comments, but it can also help your existing fans deal with their own similar self-loathing, and lastly, it's even great for your own mental health for when you yourself doubt your own mental standing!

Personally, in regard to the example I used above, when I get hit with the "you're condoning this and that" I just play the argument that those who play violent videogames aren't condoning the killing carried out by their avatar. Naturally, when roleplaying a fictional version of ourselves, we're not actually playing as ourselves.

Some people have a very hard time understanding this for some reason.

But anyway, moving on.

♡ Final Advice!

Ignore and delete any and all the dumb, off-handed comments you feel like. If and when you want, return their rudeness with a cheeky smile and a slap on their ass. Be as cordial as you can be but as sassy as you feel you must—like an aged Queen who drinks her fair share of likewise wine.

But whatever you do, don't ever make things personal!

Though that's also my personal advice. I think, by making personal attacks, you're not being factual anymore, and you'll only feel worse for it. And by personal attacks, I mean calling people ignorant, dumb, awful, etc. You can, of course, say that their chosen words were in ill taste, but going after them themselves won't make you feel better. So, I'd suggest avoiding it.

Anyway, hope this helps!

♡ NIGHTMARE'S HELPDESK

[discordantwritings]

Rock Hard (Rock Band!Cross Guild x Reader)

Part 1. Prelude

Prelude // The Vocalist // The Guitarist // The Drummer

Warnings: Slightly suggestive but that’s it for this first part!

WC: 2.6k

Summary: The Cross Guild is the newest rock band to hit the music scene and it’s three controversial members need a manager. That’s where you come in.

Notes: Part 1/5 of the rock band cross guild au is here. Nothing spicy in this part this is all just getting to know The Boys but do not fret, everything else will be just so much smut. This part has some similarities to my other cross guild fic but after this it’ll be a whole lot different trust me!

When The Cross Guild dropped their first single the music industry got turned upside down. A band consisting of three musicians who had been kicked out of the music label giant- Marines.

The lead singer was Buggy. Labeled an ICP wannabe by haters and the best clown ever by fans the flashy vocalist aimed to get a strong reaction- good or bad. Even if his wild style wasn’t for you no one could deny he was talented, which is what kept him with Marines for so long despite his many many controversies. Wild parties, fraternizing with fans, throwing knives at haters- if there was something crazy you could come up with Buggy probably did it. But somehow he always came out on top. You thought his string of diving consequences was over once he got kicked from Marines for good and had his band taken away but clearly you were wrong.

The second member was the world renowned guitarist, Dracule Mihawk. If you ask anyone who the best guitarist in the world was chances are the answer will be this man. Years of skill and talent pour through his long pale fingers every time he is on stage. But he’s not on stage very often. Coming in and out of retirement at the pestering of Marines- some remnants of a contract made long long ago- he graces the stage maybe once a year, shows everyone he hasn’t lost any of his skill, and retreats to his remote mansion. No one is sure why he got fired from Marines, but it was the same time that Buggy (and, significantly less importantly, you) got let go.

The last member was someone no one even knew played an instrument- Crocodile. Crocodile was infamous in the music industry. He produced the hit band Baroque Works under the Marines label until it all came crumbling down. There are thousands of rumors about what happened but all of them say that Crocodile was, in some form, stealing money out from under the label for himself. Baroque Works was broken up and Crocodile was fired but no charges were ever pressed against him. No one had thought about him for years until he appeared suddenly as the drummer for The Cross Guild.

All three of them were large personalities and with a history of not being team players the fact that their first song was actually really damn good was surprising. You didn’t consider yourself a huge rock fan but you couldn’t help but play the song on repeat. The drum beat was hypnotizing, the guitar melody filled you with energy, and Buggy’s vocals had you humming along and dancing in your room.

It helped your enjoyment of their music that The Cross Guild’s mission statement of sorts was to stick it to Marines. All three had some sort of grudge with that label and you did to. Of course you hadn’t been high up at all- just an assistant manager to one of the smaller bands- but you got fired in the same massive wave that had gotten Buggy and Mihawk. You never did anything wrong and were dumped without any warning. Living on cheap ramen for months as you scraped by on savings until you found another job filled you with an anger that gurgled up every time you heard one of Marine’s bands on the radio. But now you were given some counter to that and for that you were grateful.

All that is to say, you were a fan. So when an email pops into your inbox from Daz Bonez, the assistant to Crocodile, you nearly dropped your phone. Then as you read you’re sure you’re having some sort of vivid hallucination because it is an offer to interview for the position of manager for The Cross Guild. You never worked with any of the members when you all worked at the same label so how people like them heard of you is beyond you. After checking a dozen times that no it was not some sort of scam email you replied.

A week later you were taking an elevator up a sleek high rise to meet with The Cross Guild. It took you the whole week to pick out an outfit and the entire morning you have been willing yourself not to throw up from sheer anxiety. When the elevator doors opened you took a deep breath and centered yourself. You could do this.

You walk up to a large desk with a man you recognize- Daz, Crocodiles assistant- sitting behind it. When you walk over he stands up and greets you.

“Glad you could make it. They’re waiting for you in here.” He goes over to a door to the right of his desk and you follow a few paces behind, watching the broad man open the door and gesture for you to enter. You slide past him with a polite smile and do your best not to look star struck when you see three rock stars waiting for you.

Crocodile sits behind a large sleek desk, lit cigar in one hand while his other prosthetic hand taps on the desk. He’s dressed in the kind of outfits you always saw him wearing at the office, layers of fine fabric underneath a large fur lined coat. You wonder if he would wear the same thing on stage, or if he would strip down a few layers but you quickly cut off that line of thinking before it went too far. Three chairs are lined up across from him, two of which are occupied by his band mates. Sitting is a loose term to describe what Buggy is doing in the leftmost chair- perched would be a better term. He’s the first to acknowledge you, waving a gloved hand as you approach. He’s wearing a slightly toned down version of his stage costume, you know he always is in some sort of clown get up but it’s one thing to know and another to see a man dressed as a clown in an office building. As you approach the middle you look to your right and see Dracule Mihawk. He has on his signature long leather coat and a float white shirt underneath. You try not to stare at his slender fingers interlaced with each other in his lap as you hover behind the middle chair, slightly afraid to make eye contact with any of them.

“You can sit.” Crocodile says less as a question and more as a demand. You immediately slipped into the seat, doing your best not to shrink under his gaze.

“You worked for a few years as an assistant talent manager at Marines, yes?” Crocodile looks over a folder as he speaks to you.

“Yes I worked with The Vices for three years and floated around between bands for two years before that.” You answer, finding your rhythm and sitting up a bit straighter.

“Everyone said you did good work but you were fired. Why is that?” Crocodile finally looks you in the eyes and you feel your heart rise up to your throat.

You have a prepared answer. Creative differences, life choices, and any other neutral excuse that anyone gives as to why they got fired. But in this room, with these men, something else ends up coming out. The truth.

“I got no respect, and when I demanded it I was let go in a large wave of lay offs that they did to get rid of anyone that ever disagreed with them, even if that person was right.” You say in one breath, scared that if you stopped you’d lose your will. One of Crocodile’s eyebrows raises slightly and you can see out of the corner of your eye Mihawk sit up a bit more.

“Seems you have some opinions on Marines that we agree with.” There’s a slight tilt to his voice now, one that sheers off some of the gruffness of his tone. “I can’t say I really expected you to be so upfront but it’s a welcome surprise.”

“Did I come off as quiet?” You ask genuinely.

“A bit. But mostly people are afraid to speak ill of such a powerful company.”

“Well, I figured among the three of you with the history you all have that I didn’t have to hold back.” You’ve hit your stride now, sitting up tall and keeping eye contact with Crocodile.

“We do hate those fuckers.” Comments Buggy from your left. When you turn your head to look at him he’s staring at you, head resting on a hand propped up on the armrest. You almost lose your nerve but there’s a certain sparkle in his eye that makes you less intimidated- like you can read his temperament so readily that you would know if this was going downhill.

“Well it’s experience like yours paired with a dislike of a certain label that would make you perfect for the job.” Crocodile’s words drag your attention back to him.

“And the job being your manager.” You can’t help but confirm, a voice in the back of your head still gnawing away at your confidence.

“Yes the manager for the band. I know you don’t have direct managerial experience but you worked for a rather large band so this shouldn’t be too far of a leap outside of your knowledge.”

“And- I’m sorry can I just ask- why me? I know we all have a shared work experience but like you said, I don’t have experience managing a band on my own. I have no doubts I can do this it’s just- with star power like yours I can’t help but feel like I’m missing something here.” You certainly don’t want to end up as just a stepping stone or a fall guy, no matter how good it would look on a resume.

“To be quite honest-“ Mihawk speaks up for the first time- “Its because no high profile manager wants to work with all three of us.”

Well.

That makes sense. Considering the strong personalities and countless scandals between the three of them it’s no wonder no one wants to try and wrangle one of them- let alone all of them. You should be feeling a sense of dread over all this information, over being offered an impossible task. But instead you feel a fire inside you. You’ve been told over and over again by others (and yourself) that you couldn’t make it in the music industry and now, faced with three men who could destroy what’s left of your career or skyrocket you to the top. You’re going to take the risk.

“Alright, what are the hours and pay?” You ask with a smile. Buggy claps beside you and Crocodile gives you a wicked smile. Suddenly you get this feeling of being sized up like prey by him and while it should fill you with nervousness you can’t deny the heat that forms in your stomach at his gaze.

What follows is a few hours of paperwork and negotiation that all accumulates in more hours of work than you wanted but more pay than you could have dreamed of. A fair trade in the end, you decide as you sign off the last bits of paper making you an official employee. Trying not to feel like you just signed your soul away to the devil himself you smile wide and promise to be in bright and early the next day.

The next few weeks of your life were pure chaos. A whirlwind of learning by failing as you wrangled the three biggest personalities you had ever worked with. All of them were demanding and arrogant and frustrating that within a few days you were on the verge of quitting. But you didn’t. You buckled down, learned how each of them worked, and after a while got into a rhythm.

Make sure Buggy has enough attention and things to do so he doesn’t go searching for trouble. Make sure the music is up to Mihawk’s difficulty standards and keep the press away. And as long as all of the paperwork was turned into Crocodile on time you wouldn’t have any issues with him. It was hard work. You’d go home at crazy hours exhausted and get up way too early to start it all over again but you have to admit the work fulfilled you. You’ve been making decisions and leading in a way no job has ever let you before and you were doing a damn good job at it. And after a while those demanding, arrogant, frustrating men began to grow on you.

Buggy was fun to be around when he wasn’t whining. He helped you with press and made statements whenever you asked. Once you all got on a schedule he even stopped getting into drama, surprising everyone. Well, most drama. You didn’t miss the way his eyes would trail down your body or the way his hands would linger on you for a bit too long. A glare or two would shut him down for the moment but you found yourself not really hating it- and Buggy could probably tell. It wasn’t something you let yourself dwell on though. Buggy had quite the reputation for sleeping around so it wasn’t like you were something special.

Mihawk had been a difficult man to crack. It was hard to give him any direction at first, the man was surprisingly lazy when he wanted to be. But then you realized it was because there wasn’t anything interesting to him most days. He was a man at the top of his field so you worked hard to get producers who would give him music that at least engaged him and then he began to open up. You found out his love for old wine and even older books. You saw his soft spot for his personal assistant and wardrobe specialist, Perona. You found yourself having long, thoughtful conversations about the music industry late into the night. There was a sense of pride that you had for how close you’ve been able to get with the man- but not too close. You were a professional.

Crocodile was the most interesting one. He was the least into the music, you learned early on being a part of the band was a means to an end for him. But that didn’t stop him from being talented. You would catch him drumming on his desk while he worked, complicated rhythms mindlessly and effortlessly played. You made sure every bit of paperwork was always in order and ran every big picture idea through him. Buggy may be the vocalist- but Crocodile was the leader. It wasn’t often you got any sort of praise or even acknowledgment from the man but when you did you couldn’t help the way your stomached tumbled over itself. You’d have to stamp down those stupid feelings every once in a while, because when you’d let them linger they’d follow you home and into bed.

It was fine though, to indulge occasionally. When it was just you alone in your apartment you could fantasize that one of those men would pull you aside and take you home with them. Imagining Buggy’s mouth on you- Mihawk’s long fingers in you- or how Crocodile’s large body would feel caging you in.

It was fine because it was never going to happen. They were rockstars and you were just their manager. You would never sleep with any of them.

That is until you ended up sleeping with all of them.

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“Are you sure you want to do this? You know you’ll get hate for it.” I told Jake as we drove in the car to get food for the video.

I knew it would come to this after about 3 months in,it was currently out 3 month anniversary and he had gotten me chocolate and flowers.

I was sat in the passenger seat,looking in the mirror as I applied my makeup,mentally preparing myself for the hate I was about to receive. Although I knew as long as I was with Jake nothing and no one could hurt me.

“I’m sure,I promise,I’m more worried about you getting hate though.Are you sure?” He asked gently,squeezing my hand that rested on the centre console.

“I don’t care about the hate,as long as I’ve got you.” I promised him,as I smiled softly at him.

We grabbed our food from the restaurant and made our way back home,in the car,still talking about the video and if we were both sure,to which we were.

We spoke on the way home,nothing in particular but it was moments like this that made us believe in us.

Knowing we could speak about nothing and everything meant everything to me.

We sat down in front of the camera and I smiled at him setting up our food.

“Are you sure?” I asked him a final time,he smiled, “I’m one hundred percent sure as long as you are.” He told me, “I’m sure.” I smiled.

We sat down and began eating our food as we talked together,already hinting through movements that we were together.

I knew he would have to say it soon and my stomach rose,contorting between butterflies and my stomach dropping entirely.

Any relationship,even platonic,I had with another YouTuber always led to hate or supportive edits. I was preparing myself for both.

I had kept quiet a lot through out the video and Jake had noticed but he kept the video going just in case.

We were talking about the last time Johnnie had come round and it had turned into chaos,I laughed a long with him reliving it as I smiled.

It wasn’t laughable in the moment,but it was beyond funny now I looked back at it,thinking about how I had almost broke my arm at Johnnies expense.

I smiled up at him telling him I was ready,resting my head on his shoulder briefly.

He rested his hand on mine and I smiled as I realised what he was about to say. He held my hand tight as the words slipped out of his mouth and it was music to my ears.

“So I’m sure you’ve seen Y/n crop up in a lot more videos than usual and I’ve already seen some edits and a lot of you were right,so this is my girlfriend Y/n!”

I smiled and nodded throughout his speech as I affirmed it. “Uh yeah,I don’t know what to say but please don’t send hate to Jake at all because it’s not going to change.” I laughed as he gave my hand a squeeze.

“Please don’t send hate to either of us,because that’s hater behaviour,not fan behaviour and neither of us will reply to you not give you any fame or time of day.” He affirmed,knowing that the hate would come whether we wanted it or not.

“As of recording this video we have been together for exactly three months,so happy anniversary to us!” I giggled,trying to be positive and taking back my voice and talking more.

Now that it was said my nerves had calmed as I realised nothing could come between us,even if we did receive hate.

He gave me a kiss on the cheek and smiled back at me,I could already see the edits flying into my inbox.

I smiled as we finished our food,finally out there as a happy couple,whilst I knew Jake would have to edit the video I knew that we didn’t have to hide it any more.

If I wanted,I could scream from the rooftops that he was my boyfriend and everyone would know.

[thepicklekingog]

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