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hotchley · 2 years

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look at how his tears ricochet

It's Results Day eve so as you can imagine, stress levels are high. Which means if you have anything negative to say, don't. Anyways, this is that crying in the shower fic that's probably been in the works since last year. There's also a shocking lack of actual crying in the shower. And much like 100, it got very dark very quickly. If any of the triggers may impact you, give it a miss. There's no shame in that. I'd rather you be safe than upset. And yes, the title is from my tears ricochet, it was the only thing better than crying in the shower

Onto the fic!

Trigger Warnings: crimes against children (kidnapping and being held but they are rescued), abuse of power (hotch feels he's crossing a line), intergenerational trauma, discussions of cycles of abuse, intrusive thoughts surrounding caring for children, negative self-image, disassociation, extremely self-destructive behaviour, canon-typical violence, someone injures a person when in a state of disassociation (it is not excused, just explained and help is being found), mentions of parentification, brief implications of potential hypothermia, blood- if I've missed any, let me know!

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It happens in the middle of an interrogation. Like most times, there is no real warning that it is going to happen. It just does, causing his voice to break slightly as he shoves his hand into his pocket so the suspect does not notice that they were shaking.

Emily's eyes dart to him. Of course she has noticed. She always notices. She frowns at him for a moment, and then swiftly takes over, pretending that Hotch's pause was one of anger as she snaps at him before turning to their suspect and telling them everything is going to be okay.

Hotch takes that moment to pull himself together and he forces himself to breathe. It is not the time. He cannot fall apart. Not when there is a little boy out there, desperately screaming for someone to help, and the man sitting between him and Emily is the only one that can do anything about it.

"Tell us where you took him," he says, keeping his voice dangerously calm. It makes him sick, impersonating his father, but it is the only way he can fulfil the role that he has to play.

The only way he can act like he was filled with such anger and hate is if he closes his eyes and pretends he was a fly on the fall when his father would come home after a difficult day at work, ready to take it out on his wife and eldest son.

He just dreads the day where the line between the role he is playing and the person he really is becomes too blurred and he can't tell the difference. Because one day it will come, and on that day, he will kiss Jack's forehead one last time and leave. He will leave, and never return and Jack will eventually understand.

Aaron Hotchner is not a good man. He is a coward hiding behind fancy credentials and a hard stare. There had been a time, only a few years ago, where he believed he was better than his father. He thought he had broken the cycle and saved his son from the same fate he had suffered, but he hadn't. Hotch had only ever known a broken mother and a twisted father, but at least he had them.

What is Jack going to know? His mother is dead, his only memory of her being one of fear and sadness. He will grow up believing she was perfect and beautiful and ethereal- which she had been- but in a way that is unhealthy. In a way that nobody living can ever compare to. And he will grow up with a father that is so afraid of the man in the mirror that most days, he didn't even look at it.

"I've not taken anyone anywhere," their suspect says with a smirk.

Hotch fights to keep a hold of that anger. He needs it, to survive this interrogation, to get through to this case, to go home as the loving father that doesn’t lash out at the wrong people. He needs to hold onto the anger so he can convince himself it isn’t his.

That it is just an act. A ruse.

He tells himself it is no different to the women flirting to gain information. Only it is. It really, truly is.

"If you don't cooperate with us, I swear, I will find you and I will hurt you so badly you'll wish I had killed you when I first found you,” he snarls.

Deep down, he knows this is wrong, and he is bordering on the thin line between getting information and causing fear, but he is a bad person. He does not care. All he cares about is the little boy that is never going to know a normal life. The little boy that he is still no closer to finding. The little boy that he sees Jack and Henry in.

“Will you? I don’t think you have the guts to do that. I think everything you’re saying is a lie that is part of a silly facade, designed to shake me and force me into giving up the location. Which, by the way, I do not have. Because I haven't kidnapped anyone. As I have said, multiple times now."

“You can say that till you’re blue in the face. But you’re lying. You are telling a filthy lie, because that’s the only thing you’re good for. It’s the only thing you have ever been good for. If you’re not going to cooperate with us, then that’s fine. It’s your choice. But we’re going to find the child you took. And then I’m going to treat you the same way I treated the man who killed my wife.”

He’s toeing a line, but he’s spiralling and he needs to hurt someone. None of the management tips are working. He wants to feel blood on his knuckles and bruise the flesh of someone else.

“Are you? What did you do to him? I bet it was terrifying,” their unsub mocked.

Emily opened her mouth to intervene. Things were getting out of hand. And even though she had no idea what she was meant to say, there was a reason her and Hotch were doing the interrogation together. She had always been the best at pulling him back from the edge.

“I fought him, and I beat him to death. I beat him past death. And it still wasn’t enough. Maybe it’ll be enough if it’s you.”

The unsub- no, not unsub, person they’re interrogating, innocent until proven guilty and all that- doesn’t react. They’ve got years of hearing empty threats and having other threats be carried out to react in any sort of way that would give Hotch what he so clearly wants.

But Emily reacts. Barely. But she does it. It solidifies the spiral into the abyss. It’s strange to think about how one single movement can completely change a person’s life. Because again: she hardly moves. All she does is flinch. Ever so slightly. She is scared- any rational person would be- but not of Hotch. For him. And more importantly, she’s shocked and disappointed. Shocked that things had gone so far and disappointed in herself for not realising there was something going on earlier. She is not disappointed in him. She would never be disappointed in him.

Hotch sees Emily react. And for a single moment, he becomes Aaron. Emily morphs into Prentiss because they could use this to their advantage. They could use it to find the child. Convince the unsub that Emily is truly on his side. Convince him that Emily is so disgusted by Hotch that she will sympathise with a man that may or may not be innocent. Build that trust till he lets his guard slip and then sneak in till he tells them everything they could possibly want from him.

“I get it now. You have a son, don’t you? Tell me, Agent Hotchner. What kind of parent do you think your child is going to be with you as a father? You know, since you seem to be no better than your own. I think it’s going to be everything to witness. Who do you think you are, trying to break the cycles when they are present in your blood and all your DNA knows?”

Aaron’s eyes widen and the facade cracks a second time.

Emily focuses on the words and not the emotions they invoke, and she finds the crack in the armour that she was searching for.

“Did you break any cycles?” She asks, as gently and conversationally as she can.

“How could I? He’s still- he’s in my head, and he’s in the people I see in the street, and he’s just so present and I can’t get away from him until I do everything he tells me to do-” The suspect trails off and Emily can’t help the way her heart twinges. This is a man that has only ever known pain and destruction. A part of her wonders if he ever stood a chance, when everyone and everything turned their back on him.

“What did he tell you to do?” She carries on.

Hotch closes the door behind him, but she forces herself to maintain eye contact with the suspect. They’re so close. And someone else needs to be strong.

“Oh god. Oh god. Oh god, I’ve ruined everything. I’ve- I’ve taken something from him. I’ll tell you whatever you need to know, I swear. Just- don’t make me go back to that house. Please. Don’t make me.”

“We won’t. Just tell me where the little boy is, and you won’t ever have to go back there again. I promise.”

The unsub tells her, and then Emily’s the one gently closing the door behind her as she tells Garcia to get as much information on the building as she can, and then follows JJ and Reid into one of the cars. Hotch is nowhere to be seen, and she hopes he’s with Derek and Dave. They’re braver than her and they’ll say the words.

When they find the child, it’s Morgan who wipes his tears and wraps a blanket around his shoulders. Aaron is shaking too much to do it. Emily notices that his gun is still holstered and wonders if it will be like the months following Foyet’s death. They scheduled unofficial arms qualifications randomly, under the guise they wanted help with technique. Just to be sure.

Although the boy is terrified and just wants his parents, they all know that with the right resources, he will have a life. A good life, full of joy and love and sadness and anger. Perhaps it won’t be as normal as it should have been, but he has not been given a death sentence. Each of them are proof of that. Little pieces of themselves get revealed during the course of each case, and it was probably the little details of their childhoods that had been mentioned in passing that allowed his parents to breathe properly.

The father goes to hug Hotch. He steps away, and JJ closes her eyes. Aaron turns and wipes his eyes with such little subtlety that suggests he is more far gone than anyone had initially suspected, then holds his left hand out.

His left hand. The one he shoots with.

They take it gratefully. The mother watches him, a knowing look on her face. She makes no attempt to hug him, but she does smile and say her thank yous. Aaron returns the smile, and says they could contact him if they needed anything.

As they walk away, it occurs to the remaining members of the team that her hair had been the brightest blonde any of them had seen. Maybe she had more in common with Haley than they had initially assumed.

Before returning to the motel, Aaron pulls over at the police station. Nobody gets out with him, even though Emily stops behind him. She wants to get out and ask what is going on- there are some things that cannot be explained through a text message- but it’s too risky. None of them know how long he will be in there for, and if they get caught talking about him behind his back he will retreat into himself ever more.

Aaron’s return to the car is preceded by a woman who looks like a defence attorney. Derek notices that she’s holding a card. Aaron’s hand has ink stains along his pinkie. Lord only knows what they were saying to each other.

“It was a good case,” Dave says.

Aaron doesn’t take his eyes off the road. If he hadn’t been turning so smoothly, Spencer could’ve convinced himself he wasn’t really there. That he was looking without seeing anything. Perhaps he was. They’d been to the town before, a few years back, but Aaron’s memory for roads was unparalleled by all but his.

As soon as they enter, Aaron is walking up the stairs to his room. Upon their arrival, there had been a shared relief that they wouldn’t need to share rooms. Long and back-to-back cases wore on everyone’s tempers and love for one another so it was a relief to have space and time away. But now it feels like a curse because there is nothing they can do to stop him from isolating himself.

“Give him space,” Dave says.

The question remains the same as it always does. How much space do they give before it becomes irresponsible? And how much of a watch can they hold over him before it becomes insulting?

Everyone nods, then starts to go about their post-case rituals. Derek is on the phone to Penelope, JJ and Emily are changing into more comfortable clothes so they can go for a walk and Dave is finding the nearest bar. Normally, Spencer would either join Emily or Derek. Today, something tells him to go upstairs. His room is next to Hotch’s.

“I think I’m going to go for a nap,” he says. The team appreciates being told when plans change.

“Sure, that makes sense,” JJ says. She’s texting Will, so he understands her detachment from the conversation. Emily and Derek nod, also already preoccupied.

“Spencer. Remember. Space,” Dave says. He’s not being unkind.

“I know. I won’t forget,” he says. Of course he won’t. But that’s not what he means.

“You’re a good kid.” Dave calls the people he sees as children that. He’s not used the term with Aaron in at least three months. It’s the third time that case that Spencer has heard it in place of his name. He wonders if Dave knows.

“Thanks,” he says before turning and walking upstairs.

He knocks on Aaron’s door. “It’s me.”

Aaron pauses his pacing. “Spencer, I know you’re just trying to help but I really, really need to be alone now.” His voice hardly shakes, but he can’t tell whether he’s grateful or not. He needs them to know that he’s struggling otherwise there’s no point in screaming, but he wants them to run before they help.

“I know. But I’ll be here if you need me.”

He nods, then remembers Spencer can’t see him. “Thank you.”

Spencer walks away and into his room. Aaron puts the lock and chain on his own one, breath already coming in short breaths. He feels the familiar haziness of a post-case drop and knows that he needs to eat, drink and sleep before he completely crashes.

There’s nobody watching him but Haley’s knowing gaze and Jack’s childish innocence. And they aren’t real, it’s just a moment in time that Jessica had once captured. Haley doesn’t know anything about him anymore, she’s six feet under and it’s his fault. Just like how Jack no longer has a childish innocence because it’s been stripped from him.

Just like his.

Just like the unsub.

Just like their victim.

He reaches into his bag for a water bottle to hold, but his hand closes around something soft instead. Confused, he pulls it out.

It’s a giraffe. The mother had handed it to him when they’d first interviewed her, saying that as soon as they found her baby, he could give it to him and he would feel better. Safer. Like he really did get to come home.

And in between everything else that had happened, he’d forgotten. Now there is a boy that is going to have to trust that nothing bad was going to happen as the darkness closes in, and he would be forced to confront it without his favourite item. He had already lost enough.

It’s stupid, to be getting so overwhelmed by a giraffe plushie. But it isn’t about the plushie. It’s about everything else.

He’s getting overwhelmed. He is starting to feel disconnected from his body, like he’s watching his life play out from someplace else and that there’s a thought he can’t quite put into words, but thinking it will do something terrible.

He drops the plushie as his throat starts to close. Every small detail from the case seems to be coming to the absolute forefront of his mind and there’s nowhere to lock them away because it’s all too present and too much.

The images pile up on top of each other, each more damning the one before. The smirk before the unsub had assessed his character, turning his insides to ice. The dazed expression on the boy’s face, as though he couldn’t quite believe he’d been saved. The gratitude the mother had shown, even though he didn’t deserve any of it because- because

Emily had flinched.

She’d flinched away from him and closer to an unsub because she felt safer there than with him.

He’d scared her.

And he didn’t know if there was anything- words, actions, sacrifices- in the world that would make up for that.

Before he can fully process what he’s doing, ice cold water is assaulting his back and freezing his skin even through his suit jacket and shirt that he makes no effort to remove even though they were a present from Dave and dry-cleaning will be hell.

He’s so unaware that he doesn’t even know he’s crying till he tastes salt. The realisation only causes him to sob harder because this is who he really is. This is what happens when the walls come down and there’s nobody left to pretend for.

He falls apart, and it’s disgusting to see.

His clothes are soaked through. He’s starting to shiver. Hair is plastered to his face and he can’t bring himself to push it off because now he looks messy. The tears falling from his eyes mix with the water that is still cascading with too much pressure. As he stands to turn it off, he slips and bangs his hip against the tub.

Maybe he screams. Maybe he doesn’t say anything because there’s nobody to hear him. But he can’t help but feel as though it’s a sign. He knows he needs to get up and get out of the shower because he is shivering and uncomfortable, but perhaps there would be something good in giving up. If he gave up, he would never scare anyone again.

What Aaron hadn’t accounted for was scaring someone whilst he was still alive, and the response it would create.

Spencer heard him fall from his room. Or more accurately, he heard something from Aaron’s room as he stood opposite the door, debating whether or not he should go in. He understood they needed to respect his space, but there was something uncomfortable about sitting in his room whilst his friend was struggling so close to him.

“Hotch?” He called out.

There had been no response, and he had hovered for a few moments.

Aaron did scream. Spencer heard it. And whilst he didn’t have Derek’s strength, he did have Derek’s technique. Within seconds (and on his first attempt) the door flies open. Aaron isn’t in the bedroom, and he panics for a second.

Then he hears the shower running.

He should have known. Back when Gideon was with the team, he used to set a timer as soon as Hotch said he was going to shower. And if it went over a certain number of minutes- nobody else on the team ever knew quite what the number was- he would go in and make sure everything was okay.

Reid had thought it was strange until he saw Hotch’s suit hanging up to dry.

“Hotch? I’m coming into the bathroom,” he announces. But if his suspicions are correct, Hotch will be too far gone to process his words.

Spencer doesn’t have the words. Hotch is sitting in the shower, hair plastered to his face. His eyes are red, silver lines embedded onto his cheeks as tears continue to silently stream down his face. The water is causing him to shiver, but it’s like he hasn’t even noticed. He’s still talking to himself, but the words aren’t making any sense.

And that strange but familiar sensation, of watching your parent become your child, washes over him.

He needs to do something. Anything.

Again, he doesn’t have Morgan’s strength, but he has the same first aid training as a paramedic. He knows how to lift someone safely. Hotch will likely support some of his own weight since he’s conscious, but Spencer knows he needs to be careful or he risks hurting himself.

“Aaron, I’m going to put my arms on you. It’s just to lift you out of the bathtub. That’s all,” he says.

He doesn’t get a response, but they don’t have time to wait for Hotch to come back to himself. He just turns the shower off, and leans forward. Then it suddenly occurs to him that he needs to make sure that everything is normal, or at least not bad enough to require immediate hospitalisation.

It happens in the space of a second that feels like every millisecond plays out in slow motion. Aaron touches Spencer’s face. With his hand, and a shocking amount of force. Then Spencer’s hand falls away and there’s a sudden surge of pain.

When he presses his hand to his face, it comes back streaked with red. Perhaps it indicates some deeper issue with his relationship to his body and the strain it can survive, but his first thought is not concern for his hearing or his health. His first thought is fear about how Hotch will react when he realises what he's done.

But now he’s back to being himself, and Hotch is still sitting and shivering.

He does the only thing he can. The phone rings twice before it’s answered.

“Spencer?”

“Derek,” he whispers.

He hears movement, and he knows he doesn’t need to say anymore. He’s not sure he’d be able to say anymore either.

“Hotch? Can you hear me?”

Hotch doesn’t reply. Spencer sighs. Until Aaron comes back to him, he isn’t quite sure what he should do. He doesn’t want to try and lift him again because it could be dangerous. His face hurts, and there’s blood dripping onto his shirt, but he can’t turn his back. Not yet.

But he needs to.

He walks backwards, keeping an eye on Hotch. Then he turns, runs into the bedroom and pulls the duvet off the bed. It’s the best he can do, even if it’s not ideal.

“Aaron, I’m just going to put this on you because you’re really cold right now,” he says.

Aaron nods, and Spencer almost cries with how relieved he is by that small motion. And then he starts to panic because it means he needs to hurry up and clean himself up before Hotch starts asking questions.

“The door had been left open. I assumed that meant I was meant to come straight in,” Derek says.

Spencer jumps, and turns around. He’d been dabbing at his face and shirt using the basin that was in the room. “Yeah, I-”

“What happened to you?”

“I don’t- he didn’t mean to.”

“Spencer. What is happening?”

Aaron screams

Derek and Spencer look at each other, then run into the bathroom. Hotch has thrown the duvet off of him, and is back to shivering. His arms are wrapped around his knees and he’s rocking himself back and forth. His eyes are no longer completely glazed over, so it’s clear he’d come back to himself.

“Hotch?” Derek whispers, trying to use something his father hasn’t tainted.

“No, no, no, get away. Get away from me. Get away or else I’m going to- I’m going to hurt you. I’ll hurt you. Same way he did. I’m not better. I’m not better, never have been. Get away. Get away. I’m bad. I’m a bad person and you can’t- you can’t be here,” he murmurs.

Derek looks to Spencer. “Hotch, you are better than your father. You didn’t intend to hurt him. And I know you’re scared. But it’s okay. Spencer forgives you. Spencer forgives you, and so do I. You have made amends already. We’ll deal with everything later, and we will get you help and this will not happen again, I swear. But right now, I need you to do what I say. Okay?”

“He forgives me?” Aaron asks.

“Yeah Hotch. I forgive you. It’s okay,” Spencer says. He knows how terrifying this must be. He knows that Aaron will do everything he can to make sure he learns to never do it again. And he knows that Hotch will never have to learn alone, because he’ll be right there.

“It’s all going to be okay,” Derek says. “You just need to get out of the bathtub and start to warm up. Can you do that? For us and for Jack and for yourself?”

Aaron nods. He stands on shaking legs, and then he takes Derek’s hand with a slight smile.

Spencer grins at him as he walks past.

Aaron doesn’t relax when they get him in the bed. “What if it had been Jack?”

It’s the unspoken question they’ve been asking themselves since the case started and they realised it was only a matter of time before he lost control. But at that time, everyone had assumed that would simply be an emotional outburst. Jack knows how to handle everyone’s tears. Has done since his mother’s funeral.

“It wasn’t. It wasn’t, and that’s what we need to focus on. It wasn’t Jack this time and it won’t ever be Jack because you’re going to get better. I promise,” Derek tells him.

Aaron doesn’t seem convinced, but he’s too tired to fight. “You never break your promises,” he whispers.

Derek doesn’t believe that’s true. “No, I don’t.”

“Do you want us to stay?” Spencer asks.

Hotch shakes his head. Then he hesitates. “Yes. Please.”

“Okay.”

He falls asleep a few moments after that, and the shivering stops a few minutes after that. He looks more peaceful. Younger as well. And like he’s not hurting. Like he remembers who he really is.

There’s no guarantee that it won’t happen again. But there is a guarantee that he will try and make sure it never does. And that’s enough for all of them. Because across town, there’s a boy sleeping in his own bed whilst his mother and father start to forgive themselves and each other.

And in that motel where the mattresses are slightly lumpy, the water never reaches the optimum temperature and the coffee feels more like water with a bit of flavour, there is a man who has enough love for his family to do whatever it takes to get better. Love alone isn’t going to save Jack Hotchner-Brooks, and that much is clear. But his father’s desire to do better and be better and make sure he never knows a touch laced with anger, and the rest of their family’s support to make sure he’s able to find that help, is.

Aaron will wake up in the middle of the night, feeling too cold and disoriented. Derek will ease him back to sleep, and Spencer will be okay despite his injuries. Then the sun will rise on them once more, as it always does, and they will start their own journey to getting better. Somewhere along that journey, Aaron will forgive himself.

And then he’ll suddenly feel warm inside, and it will taste like Haley’s surrounding him with all her love.

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Do NOT Support Hard Drive On Patreon

You might see friends today suggesting you support Hard Drive on Patreon today. You know, the funny video games version of The Onion? As a journalist, I will firmly tell you DO NOT GIVE THEM A DIME.

The CEO has pushed out all former staff that have built the site up to its current greatness and has been pushing the use of AI. The staff begged to have a Patreon before basically all being pushed out, but the idea was refused until now, when it will only line the pockets of a single person instead of hard working writers.

I know they might have provided laughs before, but Hard Drive is a shell of what it was once. Let it die and support the people who actually made those moments of joy possible. Don't believe me? Check out what former employees are saying below:

Kevin Podas: Okay you know what, I would feel bad saying nothing about this, so here goes:🚨SAVE YOUR MONEY🚨

We passionately advocated for a Patreon at Hard Drive & were aggressively shot down. The talent & people who built the site were pushed out. To see this now is beyond upsetting. For the past few years or so I put a lot of myself into this website. I pitched a ton of jokes, got over 120 articles published, & met a lot of great people. I'm sure if you've been following me for some time you could easily see this.

However, there is a lot of misinformation. I was eventually promoted to Managing Editor of the site & was ecstatic. Grateful for the opportunity. Felt like all of my hard work in the comedy mines was finally paying off. But things took a turn for the worst, & each day there were new surprises that affected our livelihoods. These were all very avoidable surprises, mind you.

A patreon was going to be our hail mary, but alas, for some reason, the power that be did not want it. Causing us to leave a dream job behind. "At least we did all we could," we consoled ourselves afterwards. I put a lot of myself into this project. I pitched all sorts of ideas that could have helped-- we all did. Merch collaborations, Patreon-integrated YouTube content, so much more. And most of them were shot down out of sheer stubbornness and nothing more. To see lie after lie spread, and multiple big publications and YouTubers that I am a fan of promote this Patreon under these pretenses is incredibly upsetting. There are so many receipts.

Please share this and consider pulling out if you've already put money into this. On Hard Drive using AI, also from Kevin Podas: I can't personally confirm that part aside from some of the recent header images for articles on both Hard Drive and Hard Times are being made with AI. As far as writing, it's been mentioned in the past, but I personally do not know. Maybe others do, maybe not. MORE From Kevin Podas suggesting the owner denying a Patreon being set up earlier cost an artist a job that was replaced by AI: We had a social media person who was awesome! He made the images until this AI implementation. He had to leave because ad revenue was low and a Patreon was aggressively refused.

Luca Fisher: at the risk of burning some bridges, i have to back up kevin here. i've only been part-time, in-and-out of hard drive since i got in last year, but i can corroborate that management doubled and tripled down about not hosting a patreon/crowdfunding and that many other suggestions and ideas, including mine (and ones much smarter than mine!), were shot down in really long, apocalyptic threads of everyone left on deck desperately trying to come up with ways to keep the lights on. managerially it has been messy and sad

i've written for multiple publications that have long since died, ones that were in the process of dying, and ones that, in this case, are soon to be put in the ground. it is sad and sucks every time. i don't know what could have been done differently, but i do know that a lot of great writers and content creators were left shorthanded and unhappy by the way things have gone. and it is sort of puzzling to see the sudden championing of patreon after we were all told plenty of times that it couldn't work and we should move on also, just to add my own personal two cents here, i was really disappointed by the shuttering of many different article sections on the site over the past 6-8 months. i understand cutting corners in a deficit, and i know it had to be done. that said…

all in all, i'm really sad to see this all happen. i don't fault anyone, if only because i don't really know enough about how this all can happen to make sense of it. games journalism is in a sad, sorry state, and will likely no longer be a thing in the next decade

VideoSealMan: I'm gonna say this because I think I deserve to. For months, MONTHS on end I was bugging Hard Drive management about a Patreon. Often I got ignored for a week+, but when I actually got a response I was encouraged to - of all things, write up a Google Doc pitching the concept I did it regardless. I wasn't the only one trying to sway management on a Patreon, but so fiercely was I fighting for it that last night, I was accused of making this comment directly by the CEO! With no evidence whatsoever! After I'd been gone for over a month.

I vouched so hard for Patreon because I wanted all the writers and creatives working with Hard Drive including myself to get paid better. When I actually got a response, the idea was often shut down. Eventually due to the state of my company, my pay was cut for a second time I confronted management alongside a couple other important figureheads at the org and told them that if we couldn't do a Patreon - I could no longer financially justify staying there. The answer was still no, so I left. Baffled at the decision, but whatever.

It is unendingly frustrating to know that myself and many other people who put their soul into Hard Drive LEFT because of management's absolute refusal to compromise on a Patreon, to then see them launch one anyway a month later and get over 1000 people pledging money. I'm seeing a lot of things float around about greed and people being fired. No one was fired. Everyone who left, left because they were sick of management's decision-making. And honestly, management is a lot of things but I would not call them greedy. (From my experience.) They did genuinely make an effort to pay people as much as possible. I found the pay very fair for a while. I am not disputing that I was paid what I was owed - yet management frequently feels the need to remind critics of that. Lmao, yes. I was paid what I was owed. No one is disputing payment. You did the bare minimum a business owner should do and paid everyone their due, very well done. I make no allegations of greed, cheating or foul play. I make allegations of poor management and incompetence that has fucked over other people.

Basically the only people left at Hard Drive have been there for about 2 months. They will reap the rewards of this successful Patreon I and so many others passionately fought for for so long. We will not see a dime.

I do not know the new people at Hard Drive, But I feel bad for them. They were haphazardly thrust into Hard Drive's workplace with little to no explanation on how anything works, or given any context on the state of the place. Even now managements feeds them half-truths and misinformation about other people's grievances. I am broke and have been for a while. I had to move out of my flat in Reading and back with my family because of how little money I was making. This has basically doomed my flatmate to moving back in with abusive parents, which is something I feel guilty about every day. If we had gone with the Patreon I worked myself hoarse over back then, this could have been avoided. Some of my other good pals could also not have been fucked over.

It was a bad judgment call, but it's not a crime. It's just management getting it wrong.

So should you give to the Hard Drive Patreon? I don't know! I don't think any of the new people working there to patch up the holes left by the recent mass exodus have any bad intentions. Maybe they deserve it! But it is not the same site you knew a year ago, or even a month ago. Myself and many people who were there far longer than me and did far more for it than I did are all gone now because we could not deal with management's terrible decision-making and dogass communication any longer. That's what you should know, imo

I had an agreement in place with management that I would receive the next 8 months of revenue from the Hard Drive YT channel from my leaving in November. This was a deal I appreciated, and thought was very fair on management's behalf. So far, the deal has been honoured for 2 months. However as of last night I was removed from the Hard Drive Slack without warning, and as an editor for the YouTube channel. This means I no longer have any way of verifying how much I am owed, I just have to take their word for it. I'm sure management will make their own statements full of half-truths and weird language on the many cases being brought against them - I'd take everything they say with a pinch of salt if some of the screenshots I've seen of them talking about me are any indication lol

To management; I do not want to talk to you. I want you to DM me a screenshot of how much I'm owed every month and then send me the money per our agreement until June, then we can go our separate ways. Do that and admit to your mistakes, and maybe you can recover your reputation! That's it from me, lol. If they pull out of the deal and fuck me over I'll have more to say, but most of what I know is other people's stories of incompetence and poor decision-making, lol. I genuinely get no pleasure out of doing this; I do not think management is evil - I just think they're really bad at what they do and it's cost other, more talented people, lol. You should believe the writers imo

One last thing I wanna say btw, management did often stress that no one should try to make Hard Drive a full time thing. They were transparent about that, and that is fair. I was working on it because at a few points, I was lead to believe we actually were doing a Patreon. Many other ppl have similar stories of being strung along by management changing their minds and stop-starting shit every 2 weeks. We all made the fatal mistake of overestimating our manager - who would tell you one thing one day and something totally opposite the next week lol

Hunter R. Thompson:

I'm not your dad, but speaking as a Hard Drive writer, I don't know that funding Hard Drive on Patreon is worth it

The driving talent on the back end—behind the kickass site I joined in 2019—have peaced out over the years as the site's been (in our view) increasingly mismanaged. Mismanagement like, not setting up crowdfunding before the ship sank and all its best crew failed; or publishing a screenshot of Andy Ngo pedojacketing a trans writer, complete with her deadname; or a disgruntled ex-writer getting falsely accused of shit-talk, by actual staff. I'm grateful for the writing I've gotten to produce for HD (and will forever be kicking myself for not writing even more, in the four years I've had to do it!! i'm a dumbass!!!) but it is very much no longer the site I signed up for.

I don't want to resign as a contributor altogether, because I'm open to the idea of the site recovering and bad practices being retired as finances level out-- it would just be dishonest for potential backers to not be Aware Of The Circumstances, I think.

Jeremy Kaplowitz: i truly don't want to start shit, but feel compelled to say: i want to see Hard Drive succeed w/o resorting to throwing former writers & editors, myself included, under the bus. surely there's a way to save the site without building it over the corpses of those who left. my $0.02 i don't blame anyone who wants to sign up for the HD patreon and i support the website, but that includes those who worked on it for years, have complaints, and don't deserve to be treated like bitter assholes like this kind of stuff is just objectively true, meanwhile there's these new writers who joined the site after i left (meaning, in the last ~3 months) claiming people are liars. decide for yourself if you care, but this is what happened! [Quotes this Tweet]

Seth Finkelstein: Writing for Hard Drive has been a privilege the past few years, and it makes me so angry to see people I looked up to get jerked around behind the scenes. The amount of grenades the editors jumped on our behalf is immense, and I don't think the way they're being treated is right.

Other Bits On AI: We do know for sure however that AI art has been used by the site. Its fucking owner confirms it here:https://twitter.com/MattSaincome/status/1743040541603123622. Seems the owner pushed AI written articles as well! TayFabe: My vaguetweet is making the rounds & these made me apoplectic. - owner regularly lobbied using ai. Once he tested it & said ai was writing better satire than 25% of the HT/HD writers. - ai images were used on the site & socials w/o consulting the team or disclosing it publicly I found the ai bit relevant to include bc 1) it illuminates a stark change in HD's current direction & leadership, 2) ai images have previously been used on the site and (since deleted) ig posts, 3) ai content fucking sucks, and repeatedly pushing to use it is a telling quality The "handful of writers who chose to leave" includes 2 editors-in-chief (both cofounders who wrote a combined total of >1,000 articles & defined the voice of HD), & at least 3 other editors. These guys put in WORK since 2017, so cool to be corrected by ppl who joined in Nov 2023 [Link to mentioned vague tweet from post.] More from TayFabe: owner continuously lobbied for using ai in every possible way. No one else wanted to do it, but he kept on, saying ai was writing better satire than 25% of the HT/HD writers. Also, ai images were used on the site & socials without public disclosure or consulting the team.

The owner has responded now multiple times in a private discord... Thank you for people sharing screenshots! First Screenshot:

Kevin's Response: He banned me from the server for speaking out, so no, I didn't see it. And he gave no indication of a timeline, it was just "we'll do one when *I* say so" and gave every inclination he was totally against it. It bred an environment that pushed our hands to have to leave. Screenshot Round Two:

Kevin's Response: "Starting one in 3 months" is an absolute lie. He denied it, I have screenshots and others who can confirm. No timeline was given. Just "this is what it is now" and like, I couldn't live off of that. I wanted to do more but he was allergic to good ideas from others around him.

Matt, owner of Hard Drive, responds publicly on Twitter.

Matt: Kevin, the patreon launch was delayed because I didn't think it would work. Everyone is happy that it did work. Everyone who left the site because we didn't have money to pay for creative content which didn't revenue is welcome to return home. But unclear why the hostility.

Hard Drive paid out literally every dollar it had, then a bunch more, to creative people who worked on the site. When we ran out of money, we couldn't pay anymore. We did our best.

Kevin: Right, and my point of this thread was that it was completely and totally avoidable. This is reasonable to be upset about. How could I have been any more clear?

Matt: If we knew with 100% certainly that the community would have supported us via patreon, we would have done that. We didn't know. We had tried 4 years ago and got no support. We were wrong this time. We did our best to figure it out. We paid all the money we could.

Kevin: So you knew with 100% certainty this time? Or you took a leap of faith?

Matt: It was a last gasp panic effort after ad rates got cut in half on january 1st due to seasonal spending changes. We didn't know it would work. We were embarrassed to ask for support. We wanted to figure it out.

Kevin: Every site has a Patreon. Every YouTuber, comedy group, etc. But you insisted that nobody cared about Hard Drive. Which is wildly untrue. I know you see that now, but again, I think you can see why I and many others are pretty upset. A last ditch panic effort was long overdue. A couple more things from Matt:

It was about the size of the hole we needed plugged budget wise, the time I had left of personal resources, and the past data I had about us trying a patreon (which turned out to be a bad indicator). I didn't think the Patreon would help us fast enough. I made a bad estimation

aka "if we make $1000 more dollars a month via patreon, which would be 10x what we got last time, we will not solve any of our problems. If instead we try to plow down path B, we might make it out in time." That was the thinking. I chose the wrong path, but didn't mean to Kevin also retweeted this comment from the user Matt was responding to: So you're saying that you're bad at running the business, didn't listen to any of your employees until after they were forced to leave their jobs, and now you're going to get more of the money from the Patreon that was their idea in the first place? Matt's Response: Respectfully, I made a mistake delaying the patreon decision. But keeping a comedy site alive for 9 years is not easy, there are lots of potential ideas, and think overall we've done a good and honorable job. Will leave this thread in peace now to allow people their space.

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