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[xceanlynx]

y'all I went on twitter for the first time in three days and people are trying to cancel First? bffr

[remythologise]

I don't have twitter and I'm seeing posts but a lot of them involve knowing what I'm looking at...can you pls explain the latest spn/Jensen news, pretty please?

Sure! Explanation of the events of the past week (some of these dates might be relative to my timezone, apologies for any errors):

JUNE 24: News breaks that Jensen Ackles and Danneel Ackles’ production company has a prequel in the works focusing on John and Mary Winchester; entire fandom displeased

Fandom ire at the prequel focusing on John and Mary momentarily overshadows the fact that it seems like Jensen Ackles has the rights to Supernatural (!!!) and has ‘five shows in the works’ of which this is only the first

Showrunner is Destiel fan-favourite Robbie Thompson, responsible for such Absolute Banger Episodes as ‘Meta Fiction’ (see more here)

A lot of blowback from absolutely all sides of the fandom - BiBros et al mad that it focuses on Not The Brothers, Destiel fans mad it focuses on Not Resolving Destiel, everyone largely mad it focuses on John Winchester (widely regarded as abusive) and the ‘epic love story’ of John/Mary (canonically forced by cupid magic)

Various cast members including Misha Collins, Jim Beaver, Jake Abel, Ruth Connell and Julie McNiven reply to the article with comments indicating they’d like to be involved

Eric Kripke tweets that Jensen and Danneel are ‘the perfect people’ to take control of this story and Jared is ‘too busy Texas Rangering’ to be involved

JUNE 25: Jared Padalecki tweets about being left out of the loop on the prequel; absolute chaos ensues

See this ask reply for a list of tweets, events and reactions

I’ll also add that this gets large enough to get coverage on Vulture, Variety and other news sources

Robbie Thompson retweets his tweet from 2019 saying ‘I ❤️ you #SPNFamily’ in response to… everything

JUNE 26: A scramble for Jensen, Jared and Eric Kripke to do PR damage control on the Jared issue. Meanwhile, Misha Collins does his best impression of this scene from the Lion King to promote GISH

Eric later deletes all tweets about the issue, which is VERY funny. Man can’t handle the heat!

Very funny contrast between Jared’s ‘have a talk, as we often do’ and Jensen’s ‘miss these talks'

Jensen later changes his twitter header and bio from Supernatural/Dean Winchester to The Boys/Soldier Boys which IS somewhat unfortunate and perhaps deliberate break-up related timing

Jared tweets that he ‘doesn’t want anyone to receive hate or threats’ which is like… Jared YOU started this, YOU tweeted this to your millions of followers

JUNE 26: Jensen Ackles does further damage control by tweeting ‘Canon? we got you’ and linking to this article about what the show might hold, which points out the Problems of John Winchester

See article for further details but this implies Jensen actually does care a lot about doing right by the fans and the narrative canon

This, combined with the fact Robbie Thompson is running it, convinces most Destiel-side fans that the show Might Be Better Than Expected and one CW-approved stepping stone to greater things

BiBros are furious because article is written by ‘known Heller’ Natalie Fisher, who is friends with writers such as Meredith Glynn and Robert Berens

Meanwhile, Steve Yockey references the ‘Steve Yockey is dead?!?’ tumblr meme on twitter in a reply to Ruth Connell

JUNE 27: Gen Padalecki posts an instagram story which may or may not be shady commentary on Jensen Ackles

However, yesterday Danneel Ackles also promotes the Padalecki MLM product on HER instagram - can I just say I simply love the use of a) product promotion and b) instagram stories as tools of warfare and diplomacy

JUNE 28: Various scripts drop thanks to the team at tumblr’s spnscripthunt (go support and fund their efforts if you can!)

Notable changed content includes Castiel telling Dean to ‘parent’ Jack in 14.16 and Castiel texting emojis to Claire in 12.16 (possibly an in-script joke about Dean being attracted to a poodle?)

JUNE 29: News breaks that Chaos Machine Productions was started as ‘Free Will Entertainment LLC’

The name was apparently changed in October 2020 - was that as a result of the 15.19-15.20 filming? Or something else?

The idea that Jensen set up a company called ‘Free Will Entertainment’ to continue telling the story of Supernatural is honestly BONKERS. A lot to unpack here to do with the textual and metatextual narrative of Supernatural that I don’t have time to get into, since there’s about twenty wild implications that could be speculated from that name alone

Stock price on ‘Jackles’ Sexy Silence’, conspiracy that Jensen didn’t like the ending of Supernatural and was quietly plotting to take the narrative under his own control, to bring Dean back to life and possibly to canonise Destiel, reaches historic high

The fact does not go unnoticed that, through coincidence or not, Jensen and Danneel registered the company on a Thursday very close to September 18, the Lazarus Rising/Castiel Anniversary Date when Dean was saved from Hell

JUNE 30: Misha Collins makes a social media post with Castiel art for the last day of Pride Month

Twitter post liked by Robbie Thompson

On his instagram, Misha also puts music on the story of ‘Can’t Help Falling In Love With You’ a song made famous by Elvis and then subsequently Destiel AU Fanfic Twist and Shout

“The song was initially written from the perspective of a woman as “Can’t Help Falling in Love with Him”, which explains the first and third line ending on “in” and “sin” rather than words rhyming with “you” - Wikipedia knowledge obtained via @jurisffiction

Falling… sin… But we don’t have time to unpack all of that-

JUNE 30: 8.17 Goodbye Stranger script excerpt surfaces with Dean’s ‘I love you’ to Castiel

Fandom has long known that the ‘I need you’ was formerly an ‘I love you’ because Jensen believed Dean saying it in that moment to Castiel was out of character - but we did not have the script to prove specific changes

Additional ‘I forgive you’ not included in the episode - the original scene reads as very romantic, since this was Dean absolving Castiel for past crimes and telling him he loves him in the moments before death, as well as ‘I love you’ of course being what ‘broke the connection’ of Naomi’s control

Notably this episode written by Robbie Thompson, the very man Jensen and Danneel chose to helm their next project

JUNE 30: Misha Collins misses his blanky text

To cap all this off, Misha Collins texts fans a selfie of himself at ‘the spare room at Jensen’s apt in Vancouver’, saying he ‘misses his blanky’, implying he has spent many nights there

It has been an open secret that Misha basically shared Jensen’s apartment in Vancouver since around 2018 due to [redacted dubiously obtained information] but it’s never been publicly stated (to be clear, this does not imply anything other than friendship, as actors in Vancouver often share accommodation and Misha had previously couch-surfed at Jared and Jensen’s places)

Cockles shippers go wild. Does the ‘blanky’ refer to Jensen? Was there a reason to send this on the last day of pride month? Will this man ever shut up?

Hope that helps! May this wild carousel of News About A Show That Ended Eight Months Ago never end!

[fanficimagery]

Secrets

Summary: Imagine having a secret boyfriend that your friends are all too eager to figure out the identity of.

Words: 2.4K Warnings: Language. Mentions of a MINOR car accident. Apologies to ‘anonymous’. I was so in love with the idea that I didn’t realize I didn’t actually know how to write a shy/timid person. I hope you still enjoy this.

Requested by anonymous who said: Hi! Can you write something where reader is really innocent and shy and she blushes/gets embarrassed easily but one day she has a hickey and everyone is trying to find out who she’s dating ? Thank you!!! (Omg sorry I’m so dumb😭 could it be for the vlog squad and the boyfriend being someone in vlog squad ! Maybe Jeff but I’m okay with anyone! Tysm!!)

Jeff asking you out came as a big surprise.

You had been a fan of David's videos, tweeting here and there to the group whenever they tweeted something random. You had never got a reply, which was to be expected, but you kept on tweeting them as if you were a long lost friend of theirs. But then everything changed one night when Natalie tweeted you back.

It started off slow, but she would reply to every one of your replies whether it be a couple of words or an emoji. Eventually, Natalie followed you back after a month of so of tweeting. And afterwards, it was a coincidence that the two of you ended up at the same restaurant. She tweeted a picture of her food and the place she was eating at with her mother, and you had replied you were there too.

Natalie had recognized you from your profile picture and she was happy to see you face to face. You were happy too, but you kept the meeting brief since she was there with her mother and promised to message her later. You took no pictures and didn't make a big deal about meeting her, and went about your own dinner before taking your leave.

Then on a whim when you tweeted you were bored, Natalie invited you to lunch. You agreed and met up with her, and it was the start of a beautiful friendship.

Meeting the rest of the gang left Natalie surprised. Where most people gushed and gushed, you were suddenly timid and didn't stray from Natalie's side. It wasn't that you were intimidated, but their personalities were flirtatious and innuendo dripped from every other statement that left their mouths. You had laughed and blushed, and then blushed some more when they teased you for it.

The group instantly accepted you and grew accustomed to your innocence. The girls took to protecting you when out in public, and when they couldn't the boys did. But a majority of the boys were more interested in either filming or finding a one-night-stand, and you really only had one person in your corner. Jeff.

You weren't really a party girl, but you went out with the gang when you were free. And more often than not, Jeff was never too far away and ready to whisk you away from an uncomfortable situation. So even after months of hanging out with Jeff when everyone was too crazy, late night phone calls, and hundreds of texts, you were beyond shocked when he asked you to dinner. At first you had politely declined because someone as handsome as him and who had the reputation Jeff had didn't go for someone like you. But he was patient and promised to go with the pace you set, and you eventually found yourself interested.

And true to his word, Jeff followed your lead and was more than down to spend time at home with you rather than going out on flashy dates.

Then after a couple of months testing the waters with him, you were ready to be exclusive even if you and he agreed to keep it on the down low. You knew your friends and you were dreading the big deal they'd no doubt make.

Standing at your kitchen counter, you're slicing up a bit of fruit when hands slide around your waist from the back. A scratchy beard settles nuzzles near the crook of your neck before lips press softly to the side of your throat.

Chuckling quietly, you angle your head to the left to give Jeff more room. "Having fun there?"

"Mhm." Teeth nip and you groan, the fruit momentarily forgotten as his tongue then soothes the small sting. "Still want that snack?" He asks as his hands slide just underneath the hem of your tank.

His teeth bite a little harder and you gasp. You quickly set the knife down, sliding it and the cutting board of fruit to the side. "Screw the snack."

All too eager, Jeff turns you around and immediately lifts you onto the counter. Your legs wrap around his waist, his hands pull off your tank, and your hands link behind his neck. Your lips are drawn to one another and you lose yourself in the kiss.

"If only.." Kiss. "Our friends.." Kiss. "Can see you now." Jeff says between kisses.

You pull away, panting and groaning when Jeff's mouth moves back to your neck. "Don't jinx us." Your cellphone suddenly rings and he chuckles. As he continues to lick and nip, you look at your phone and see David calling. "Shit. It's David."

"Don't answer it."

"I have to." Jeff doesn't let up, instead he merely moves to the other side of your neck. Grumbling, you pinch his side just as you answer the call. "Uh, hey David!" Jeff bites, harder than he has been doing, and you muffle your groan into his shoulder.

"Uh, Y/N? You okay?"

"Mhm. Stubbed my toe," you lie. Jeff suddenly pulls back and smirks at you, and you unwrap your legs from his waist to use one of your feet to keep him at bay. "What's going on, David?"

"Me and the boys are going out for some lunch. You in?"

Glancing at your forgotten fruit, you sigh. "Yeah. Give me twenty. I need to shower."

"Okay. I'm picking up Todd right now then heading over to Jeff's since he's not answering my texts. We'll get you last."

Eyes widening, you can't help but stammer. "O-Okay. See you soon." As soon as you hang up and set your phone aside, you hop off the counter and immediately start shoving Jeff out of the kitchen. "Go, go, go. David and the boys are going to your place to see if you want to grab lunch with us. You need to learn to answer your texts."

He laughs. "What? You know I can easily just tell them I'm on my way to yours and they can just pick us up here together."

"Nope. No way," you say. "I don't trust you to let me shower in peace."

Jeff sighs. "You make a valid point."

As soon as you're by the front door, he bends over to slip his feet into his shoes. Then as he stands back up, he presses a quick kiss to your lips. "Okay that's enough. Shoo," you say as you push him out the door.

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After one of the quickest showers you've ever taken, you apply a faint amount of makeup before tying your hair up in a messy bun and then shoving your feet into a pair of shoes. David texts that they're outside, so you readily pocket keys and cash before making your way outside.

David's driving and Jason's in the passenger seat. The back passenger door opens and Jeff steps out smirking, you rolling your eyes at him as you slide in before crawling into the third row. Todd greets you with one of his beaming smiles and once you're situated in the back, and Jeff's reclaimed his seat before shutting the door, you lean forward between Todd and Jeff.

But before you can say anything, Todd's eyes widen. "Oh my god! Who hoovered your neck?!"

You freeze as Todd pokes at a particular spot on your neck, your eyes widen when David and Jason twist in their seats, and it takes everything in you to not glance at Jeff.

"Y/N.." David says, slowly smiling. "Care to explain?"

"..fuck."

"Seriously though, kudos to the guy or girl who managed to get you to let loose."

"Will you stop poking me!" You say, swatting at Todd as he suddenly cowers away from you, laughing. David and Jason are laughing hysterically in the front, Todd can't stop making kissing noises, and Jeff is chuckling softly. You groan and then hide your heated face in the palms of your hands. "This is why I didn't say anything. You guys know how I am with this stuff and look, you're all being assholes about it."

"Alright, alright," Jason says, ever the dad of the group. "Let's all leave Y/N alone. We're making her uncomfortable."

Instead of thanking him, you merely slide over to hide behind Todd's seat. Then when Jeff glances at you, you glare at him with one hand covering the side of your neck. The apology is in his eyes, but the bastard is finding this all too amusing.

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Lunch was quite the amusing affair. Well at least for the boys it was. They couldn't stop staring at the hickey adorning your neck, or asking who the mystery person was, so you had to let your hair down to cover it. And all the while, Jeff never once came to your aid. Which, looking back on it, it was probably for the best. You couldn't chance your friends being suspicious.

But then things only got worse when everyone was back at David's, and Todd found it his mission to inform the girls of the hickey in hopes they knew something the boys didn't. But after much squealing and questioning, they realized no one had a clue as to who your mystery partner was.

It feels like your face has been flaming for hours, eyes on the verge of stinging with tears of embarrassment.

"Can you guys just.. stop," you ask, voice low. "I understand this is out of the norm for me, but I- I don't want things out in the open yet. I mean, just look at what you guys did to Suzy. You all got together and videotaped the first meeting. It's embarrassing."

Natalie, your first friend from the group, leans into you and wraps an arm around your shoulders. "I'm sorry, but it's just- it's you. You, my shy and beautiful and awkward friend," she coos.

You laugh, but the redness still doesn't recede.

"Will you at least tell us if it's a he or she? And if we know them?"

Hesitating briefly, you say, "Him. And you maybe know of him."

Everyone's back to oohing and awwing, and throwing out wild suggestions of who it could be.

Not once do they guess correctly, then again it doesn't help that your little shit of boyfriend is tossing out suggestions of his own, and eventually you leave them to keep wondering as Natalie drives you home.

Two days later everyone is still trying to figure out who Y/N's boyfriend is and Jeff is grateful that she's not here, she choosing to run a few errands instead.

He's grabbing a drink from David's kitchen when his phone rings, he having left it in the living room where everyone else is. Natalie sees it, picking it up and waving it at him. "It's Y/N."

And not wanting to be suspicious by hurrying for the phone, he says, "Answer it."

Grinning, Natalie does as she's told. But only after seconds of answering the call does her smile her fall and she holding out the phone to Jeff once more when he nears. "It's, uh, it's the hospital."

That seems to shut everyone up and Jeff shakily takes his phone. "Hello?"

The call lasts less than a minute, but it's enough to make everyone suddenly understand why he was the one being called. The second Jeff hangs up and rushes to put on his shoes, everyone else is only a step behind. Only before he can open the door to leave, David stops him.

"Why don't you let someone else drive? Your mindset is all-"

"Look man, not now. I need to get to the hospital because-"

"Because something happened to your girlfriend. Something serious," David says. Jeff doesn't deny it. "We kind of figured it out just now."

"Come on." Natalie sidles up to Jeff's side when he can't come up with anything else to say. She gently takes the keys from his hands. "I'll drive. Y/N won't forgive us if something happens to you because you were in a hurry to get to her."

"I- yeah. Okay."

No one says anything to Jeff about being the mysterious boyfriend, at least not yet, but the seriousness of the situation doesn't stop the others from glancing at one another and mouthing did you know or what the fuck to each other.

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Groaning, you rub your temples to keep the headaches at bay. You've never been in a car accident before, so really you're just grateful all you had was a mild concussion from where your head hit the door window. And fortunately for you, you were being released so long as your significant other kept an eye on you as the Doctor explained.

"Is it time to go home?" You ask when Jeff returns from handling some paperwork for you.

"Yeah. About that," he drawls. You glance up at him, frowning. "Everyone kind of figured out we're dating."

"What? How?"

"I panicked!"

You want to be upset or disappointed, really you do, but Jeff's frantic I panicked! has you giggling. "God you're such a goober," you say while subtly shaking your head in amusement.

"A goober? Is that a good thing or-"

You grin. "Sure. Now can we please go home? If you're going to keep me from getting long blissful hours of sleep, I rather do it in the comfort of my house or yours."

"Sure."

Jeff helps you gather all your personal belongings and paperwork from the Police, and you should be surprised but you're really not when you realize your friends are all waiting in the lobby.

The moment the grins start forming, you groan and tuck yourself in Jeff's side as he chuckles. "Don't."

"What?" David feigns innocence. "We're just here to show our support after such a scary ordeal."

"Bullshit. You're here to find out everything about how Jeff and I ended up together."

"Well.."

"I hate you guys so much." Still blushing, you manage to turn your face so you can meet some of your friend's gazes. "I was literally just in a car accident. Can we please not do this now. Or ever."

"Fine." Natalie steps forward, taking you from under Jeff's arm and putting you under her own arm. She leads you out of the hospital and a little further ahead of everyone before lowering her voice. "But seriously, you and I are talking because Jeff? Nice."

You snort and then groan when your head aches. "Fine. Just give me a couple days to recuperate."

[blueeyedgeorgie]

Controlling My Friend’s Phone-A.E

“ can u write either Alex or Will's gf going on Callux's channel to take part with the "controlling my best friend's phone for an hour" series, and he totally messes with her, but at the end it turns out he finds cute messages between them or smthing?“

Pairing: ImAllexx x Reader

Word Count: 1.7K+

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"Y/n, Welcome to the channel," Callum had smiled into the camera. "What's up?" Y/n grinned, giving a wave to the camera. "Not much, besides the fact I'll be controlling your phone for the next hour," Callum looked over to his friend, outreaching a hand, motioning for her to hand over her belonging. "I'm scared," Y/n shook her head, hesitantly pulling out her phone. "Oh, you should be," He smirked, snatching the phone from her. "Alright, time to unlock your phone." "Oh god..." Y/n trailed off, beginning to press in her password. The screen unlocked, revealing all of Y/n's apps. "Twitter time first!" Callum pressed open the blue bird app. "Don't post anything that could put me in a scandal, please," Y/n began to bite at her nails. "Like?" "Nothing, homophobic, trans-phobic, racist, or offensive," Y/n shook her head. "Wow, the bar is so low," Callum let out a laugh. He began to type up a tweet. "Boys, come slide in my DMS. I'm bored." "No! Are you fucking kidding me?" Y/n practically howled, "I'm dating someone!" "Oh, so I shouldn't put the kissy-face?" Callum laughed, being to open the emoji keyboard. "Why did I agree to this?" Y/n shook her head. "I'm putting a kissy face," Callum had pressed the 'post' button, sending the tweet out into the world. "Goddamnit, Callum," Y/n shook her head. "Alright, Instagram time," Callum smirked. "I promise I won't leak your nudes." "Wow," Y/n shook her head, looking at the camera. "Guys, I promise I don't have nudes, I'm not a whore." "Let's put something on your story," Callum smirked, swiping to the left to open the camera. "I'm thinking along the lines of... 'Guess what's coming in nine months?' With maybe a few baby emojis." "Oh god," Y/n shook her head. "I am gonna get into some type of scandal, aren't I?" "Probably," Callum laughed with a nod as he hit the 'post' button again. "What else should we do?" "Up to you, I guess," Y/n bit her lip, watching Callum scroll through her apps. "I'm positive you have George Memeulous's phone number," Callum grinned. "What are you planning?" Y/n raised a brow. "Let's start thirst texting him, why don't we?"  Callum had opened up Y/n's text messages. "Oh, no!" Y/n practically shouted. She got up, walking out of the camera frame. "You're really trying to get me canceled, aren't you?" "Alright, I'm gonna text him," Callum laughed, opening her texts between her and George. "Holy shit, your guys' conversations have been so dry." Callum scrolled through their texts, "Seriously? 'Hey, do you want some food, I'm gonna order some dinner.' You guys are so boring." "You're really going to ruin my friendships, aren't you?" Y/n shook her head as she walked back into the camera frame. "Anyways, time to text him. 'Hey Papi, whatcha up to?' Omgod, this is gonna be fun," Callum let out another laugh. "He's gonna know something's up," Y/n shook her head. "While we wait for him to reply, let's text up the other boys," Callum had pulled up Y/n's texts with Will next. "Lemme think... 'You're so fuckin hot, ditch Mia for me, baby.' I love this so much," Callum smiled, beginning to text Will. "Oh, no! Mia and I are so close! I'm not gonna have any friends after this," Y/n brushed a hand through her hair as she let out a long sigh. "James's turn next!" Callum smirked, "I'm gonna say... 'Can you do me a favor and lemme peg you?' You're gonna have to apologize to everyone after this, Y/n," Callum shook his head. "This hurts me. You've hurt me. How could you do this to me?" Y/n cringed. "You had a week to tell your friends something weird was gonna happen on your texts and social medias," Callum looked over to Y/n. "I'm gonna need bleach after this," Y/n sighed. Y/n's phone buzzed. "Oh, George texted us back!" Callum grinned, reopening Y/n's texts with George. " 'Y/n, are you alright?' Oh, he already knows something's up," Callum shook his head. "I told you he was gonna know something was going on," Y/n bit her lip. "I can fix this. 'I'm okay, but I'd be better if we were together at the moment." Callum smiled, continuing to text the commentary YouTuber. "Let's see, James left you on read!" "I'm not surprised. I'm friends with his girlfriend, I feel horrible," Y/n hid her face in her hands. "We're not gonna poke the bear with James because you're already getting into enough trouble," Callum smiled. "Will still hasn't opened your text yet." "I'm scared," Y/n returned to biting at her nails. "You should be," Callum looked over to her again. "Let's open Twitter again." There had been plenty of DMs sent to Y/n on Twitter with a lot of confused replies to her tweet. "This is absolutely amazing," Callum scrolled through the replies. "I'm gonna tweet something new." "I'm gonna get so fucking canceled," Y/n sighed. "Alright, I'm gonna say... '5 likes and I'll burn ImAllexx's Internet Sensation merch," Callum was already typing. "No, not Alex! You've already done so much, why Alex?" Y/n was freaking out at this point. She was surprised Alex hadn't tried reaching out to her yet over what she was posting and texting to his friends. James should've told him what Y/n texted him by now. As expected, Y/n's phone began to buzz again. Only this time she was being called by her boyfriend, Alex Elmslie.  "No!" Y/n yelled, grabbing onto the roots of her hair, "he knows something's wrong!" "Y/n, I'm gonna pick up. You can't talk though," Callum smirked. "Are you crazy?!" "Hey, I'm controlling your phone for the next thirty minutes," Callum grinned, hitting the green pickup button. "Y/n, are you alright? I'm so confused over your tweets, is this some kind of joke? James also told me you sent a sext to him? What the fuck? Do you have something to tell me? Do you wanna break up?" The more Alex spoke, the more Y/n's heart broke. Alex suffered from anxiety, so she could only imagine how he was feeling right now. Y/n bit her lip, making eye contact with Callum, he only put a finger to his lips, motioning for her to stay quiet. "Y/n, are you there-" Alex had been cut off by Callum hitting the 'end call' button. "That was so mean! He probably thinks I'm cheating on him or something!" Y/n brushed a hand through her hair. Within seconds, Y/n's phone buzzed again. This time she had received a text. It was from Alex. 'Y/n, please talk to me, I know you're there.' "I'm going to end up getting dumped by Alex by the time this is over," Y/n shook her head. "I'm texting back. 'What are you talking about? I am completely normal.' But in all caps," Callum laughed, already typing. "You're so mean!" Y/n's eyes widened. "As Alex texts back, let's look back through your texts with him," Callum smiled, beginning to scroll up. "Oh god, you two really are an adorable pair." Thank you, I guess? I mean, I don't know if we're gonna last after this video," Y/n gave a shrug as she watched Callum. "You two were literally planning a Star Wars movie marathon tonight, now I'm starting to feel shitty," Callum let out a sigh. "Honestly you two seem like such a power couple with these texts." "Thank you, can I have my phone now?" Y/n put out her hand, motioned she wanted her phone back. "I have 15 more minutes left. Now let's look at your photos!" Callum hadn't found anything special. Most photos where just screenshots of random stuff, but finally he found a photo album he really liked. "You have a photo album titled, 'Alex' with a  heart emoji?" Callum grinned, already opening the album. "Oh yeah," Y/n gave a nod, smiling at the tens of photos she had of Alex. There were a decent amount of photos Y/n had taken of Alex. Some of them were funny, most of them were pretty cute. There was a photo of Alex downtown. They had been walking downtown after seeing a movie. As they were waiting to cross the street, Y/n had stolen photo of Alex smiling at her, cars were driving past in the background as the sun was halfway down. There was another photo of Alex, Y/n's hand was placed underneath his chin, squeezing his cheeks together, causing his lips to squish together. Photo after photo, each one had a special memory, it didn't matter if the memory was big or small, they were all important to Y/n. Even though she and Alex had just started dating only a few months back, there were plenty of good memories they shared. Finally, Callum finished gushing over photos, talking about how he thought Y/n and Alex were 'couple goals'. "I guess I can give you your phone back now," Callum gave a shrug as he handed Y/n's phone back to her. "I've got to go and do damage control now," Y/n sighed, already opening Twitter to delete the tweets Callum posted. "Good luck with that," Callum smiled. Callum began the outro as Y/n was texted her friends her apologies. She felt bad that Cal had texted weird shit to her friend's. 'Hey, Alex. I'm sorry about everything. I was filming a video on Callux's channel where he stole my phone for the past hour, none of that was me, I promise. I love you too much to be like that.' Within seconds, Alex had begun to type back. 'It's alright, Y/n. I'm just happy none of that was you. I love you too. Are we still on for a movie marathon tonight?' Y/n smiled at the text she received. Thank god Alex wasn't gonna hold this against her. 'Of course, I'll call you when I get in my car.' 'Okay.' Y/n placed her phone in her back pocket as Callum finished up his outro for the video. "And if you're curious where you can find Y/n, I'll be leaving a link in the description to her YouTube channel," he smiled to the camera. Y/n gave a wave, a smile appeared on her face. "This video made me anxious for an hour," Y/n spoke up. "Anyways, I'll see you guys next time!" With that, the camera was turned off.

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stomachache

sdfjsdkfhsk I don’t know what this is going to be. I quit twitter so I could stop being addicted and do better in school but nooooo I need attention/my words in the public eye

I have a fucking headache, fucking stomache overall I’m not doing well. (this maybe because I woke up 3 hours ago and I still haven’t eaten because i’m avoiding mother you will see below)

“Why?”

Because my mom saw my BEN SHAPIRO RAPE ART. (to clarify it was post rape or whatevr idk if it even implied rape, but there were naked people,no sex but it was implied to be about sex and not like “anotomy” or something so I cna’t play it off)

“What?” or maybe even “WHAAAAAAAT?????!!!”

Basically it was a joke with a twitter friend, I made of my own accord randomly. Lewd thing’s include

-ben shapiro has no pants

-ben shapiro has his GIANT DICK OUT (2 balls, probably not accurate, basically no references, but it’s obvious it’s a penis,no matter how crude)

-there’s a girl lying in front of him, basically naked, the outline of her showing (tits) touching his dripping dick

-there’s another girl, lying with her butt facing the outside of the drawing

None of it is “detailed or accurate” it was drawn as a joke. But it doesn’t matter. It’s NSFW and my mom had TIME to examine it and whatever other words are on the notepad. I hid it now so I can’t look at it but there’s that. And she wants to talk ABOUT IT.

Also to clarify we’re Indian which is relevant information because it tells you the following:

-we’ve literally never discussed sex,etc. she just lets the school teach me

-i “shouldn’t knwo this stuff” even though I should

-very conservative even if she votes democrat

-etc. etc.

-and ‘m not doing well in school so obviously she has full eprmission to be mad at me over anything EVEN IF IT WAS THE NOTEPAD I LITERALLY WROTE ALL MY HTOUGHTS IN AND LEFT OUT (not to the ben shapiro page) TRUSTING HTEM NOT TO SNOOP BECAUSE I’D SEVERAL TIMES RECENTLY TOLD EHR AND MY DAD NOT TO SNOOP BUT NO SHE DOESN’T CARE THAT I LITERALLY CAN’T TRUST HER WITH MY STUFF EVER AND THIS IS WHY (not this exactly but my parent’s oppressive take to parenting and my dad’s angry outburts have definetly contributed largely) I CAN’T OPEN UP TO THEM OR MY FRIENDS OR ANYBODY,,,, EVER

-i’ve primarily learnt that shit from the internet, though very accurately, I don’t want my internet access taken away because a.school b. I kinda NEED it

SO obviously I have to lay it off as a. just a joke b. not talk about it because she was snooping (which makes me seem suspicious) c. say I drew it LONG AGO and AS A JOKE d. ignore it until she forgets/realizes she cna’t question me on it (v. hard lot’s of avoiding, will probably take away my interent) or even e. I drew it intentionally to see if she’d noop, but tthat takes away my moral high ground because now it’s bait that I left out + she’ll catch my bluff

It’s possible i acted macho enough in the morning when she asked me about it, she’ll leave me and my burgeoning sexuality alone (I’M KIDDING IT WAS A JOKE NOT A HORNY THING I STG). Plus she’s nosy as fuck (as evidenced) so probably not. Plus she stole my computer after I did that, while I lay in bed, so she’s gonna be petty.

SO I guess I’ll avoid her and play up the macho (b.) and fall onto a variation combination of b& c if she presurizes me + if further pressurized uphold my moral high ground in draiwng hta t(it’s normal, a joke, it’s my stupid head pad, we learned shit in shcool) nad the fact she shouldn’t have snooped. If she asks what it is I’ll say somehting like “”naked people,, I’ve seen people draw >boy parts< in shcool as a joke”

(this story ft. the first line of CaliforM.I.A. from Black Friday)

PLUSPLUSPLUS I should be doing my hw but all my supplies except my lapttop are outside my rooma nd my mom HAD to go snoop on my NSFW ABSOLUTELY FUCKIGN SHITTY JOKE ART so I’m oretty stuck

plus I cna’t go on twitter so I have no outlet

plus i stayed in bed because mom woke we up wiht that real nice line, “I saw your art, we need to talk about it” (I forgot where this point was going but, yeah)

I need to change into normal clothes

I’m hungry

I skipped my first class just becuase I--- couldn’t after that WONDERFUL morning and last evening (which I don’t have the will to elaborate on, just assume I didn’t sleep well and that yesterday was similarly but not excessively shitty)

My crush (who I haven’t messaged back for two weeks, yes I have AVOIDANT TENDENCIES and there was no reason to avoid it i’m just a frigging bitch and YES I do hate myself I’m actually really fucking sorry and my parents [it’s implied he hasa crush back so that’s nice] would never let me date him but we can dream or whatever)  called me last night apparently (I didn’t see it) and left the messgae “>:(” (jokingly) so I’m tempted to apologize and send the art i drew of him (luckily I have pictures on my comp. before my mom took my ohone away) as a sort of “will this do as sacrifice lol” IDK I’M BIG DUMB DUMB, YEAH?

i’m doing shitty in school

help

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

school

i have no motivation

I HAVE ALL FS AND I’M INDIAN DO Y’ALL KNOW HOW PRECARIOUS MY SITUATION IN BECAUSE IDFK WHAT I’M DOING

there were a few otehr things but honestly i forgot, mayeb they were like “i’ve been avoiding clubs, friends, etc. and i’m still not able to do well in school”

and i’m hella thirsty (source of the headache + my stress i believe) but i refuse to go down :disappointed face emoji:

sorry for the incessant spelling errors, this is literally a freaked out tired rant. I’m going on a walk now which involves going out of my bedroom and passing mother dearest so Imma be fuckign sick. SOrry if you read this mess this far. I hope YOU’RE having a good day, because i’m NOT.

hErE cOmE tHe fUcKiNg wOlVeS (I hear y dad go downstairs and i don’t think he’s seen IT because he claims, “I’ll never snoop if you tell  me not to” but guess what? he still keeps trying snoop. so it’ll be hella worse if he has. I thought my lil sister was down but she’s up so I guess I don’t have protection from confrontation any way)

also ft. freaking out by the wrecks (proabbly) though that was mainly wednesday (2 days ago, also when I did no hw despit eit being a free day and quit twitter though I still need a coping mechanism and look where THAT got me (addicted to journaling, scrolling tiwtter and saving tweets instead of liking htem so nobody knows I’m there adn TUMBLR))

[ahtohallan-calling]

chapter 22 of don’t read the last page is here!

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[kristanna / m / multichap / modern au with actress!anna and vetstudent!kristoff]

All things considered, it wasn’t quite how Kristoff had envisioned spending the anniversary of the day she’d told him she wanted him to be her boyfriend and he’d said “okay”. A full year; he couldn’t stop marveling at it, at how much at changed and yet how quickly the time had flown, how much love he could fit into three hundred and sixty-five days and yet still feel a sudden flash of surprise when she leaned up on her toes to kiss his cheek.

He was trying to focus on that rather than the fact that she didn’t want to talk to him. Or touch him, or even look at him.

chapter 22: different kinds of grenades

“Are you going to stay here forever?”

Warm, familiar lips pressed against the sliver of her temple that poked out from the top of the blanket pile. “That’s the plan.”

“Hmm. Okay. Guess there’s worse places to spend the rest of my life,” Anna heard him say, and then the mattress dipped beneath the weight of him as he settled behind her, curving against her back as best he could with a knot of blankets in the way. “Then again, it’s June in California and you’re bundled up for a snowstorm. I can’t imagine this ending well.”

“Go away,” she mumbled, turning to bury her face in the mattress as tears leaked from the corners of her eyes.

Kristoff was quiet for a long moment, then she felt the mattress shift again as he sat up. “Do you mean that?”

She didn’t, but she couldn’t bear to look at him right now. “Yes.”

He kissed the top of her head before getting back off the bed and shutting the door behind him without another word.

---

All things considered, it wasn’t quite how Kristoff had envisioned spending the anniversary of the day she’d told him she wanted him to be her boyfriend and he’d said “okay”. A full year; he couldn’t stop marveling at it, at how much at changed and yet how quickly the time had flown, how much love he could fit into three hundred and sixty-five days and yet still feel a sudden flash of surprise when she leaned up on her toes to kiss his cheek.

He was trying to focus on that rather than the fact that she didn’t want to talk to him. Or touch him, or even look at him. He had at least caught a glimpse of her as she shuffled into the bathroom, still engulfed in a blanket, but he hadn’t dared to speak and she hadn’t spared him even a glance before going back to the bedroom. 

It’d had been a full four months, he realized suddenly, since they had had a real argument. And they had agreed then to talk things out with each other, to be honest, and he’d been working on not keeping things locked inside, and she’d been working on taking better care of herself, because in five more months it wouldn’t just be themselves they were responsible for anymore.

But none of that was the problem this time. He knew exactly what was bothering her, and she knew what was bothering him, and she had been honest with not only him but the entire world, and somehow that had gotten them into the greatest mess they’d encountered yet, and he didn’t have the slightest idea how to help get back out of it.

It was stupid, really, how much power the internet had. He was more grateful than ever that he’d never bothered with social media accounts apart from the Twitter Anna had helped him make. Well-- that, and now the Instagram account he’d made after trying and failing to understand exactly what Sam had explained to him on the phone.

It had made a lot more sense when he had seen it himself. The picture Hans had posted of Anna in Moscow, looking back at the photographer with a surprised smile, her eyes bright and her hair fluttering in the wind. And the caption, just a stupid broken heart emoji, that apparently was meaningful enough for the photo to have ten thousand comments and counting. He had only scrolled through them for a minute before feeling too nauseated to keep reading. There were only so many times he could take reading “what a whore” and “omg was she cheating?” and “do u think she even knows who the father is?”

His phone buzzed on the sofa next to him with a text from Sven. How’s she holding up?

Kristoff sighed and glanced back at the closed door before typing out a response. Not looking good over here.

.

Damn. I’m still checking Twitter, by the way. I think the response tweet helped. #WhoIsKristoff is number three now

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Is #AnnaArendelleIsOverParty still number one

.

Do you want to know the answer to that?

.

I mean, you just basically answered it. 

Before another response could come through, he heard a creak and glanced up to see Anna peering out at him, red-faced and sniffly. “Can I come sit with you?” she asked timidly. 

“You don’t even have to ask, baby,” he said, patting the spot next to him.

She chose instead to straddle his lap, still holding the blanket over her shoulders as she tucked her face against his neck. “Happy anniversary, Kris,” he heard her mumble as a fresh wave of tears began to soak into the collar of his t-shirt.

He took hold of the blanket, tucking it in around her before hugging her around the waist. “It’s okay. We can celebrate another time.”

“I’m really sorry I let this make me forget.”

“You’ve already apologized to me a million times the last two days, and none of it has been your fault. Including that.”

“But you remembered.”

Kristoff sighed. “I’m really not mad at you.”

“It would be easier if you were.”

“Why?”

He felt her shrug. “You’re just...just so good to me. Even though every time I try and do something for you I end up making your life miserable.”

“What do you mean?” he asked, frowning.

“Like I showed up in your life and kissed you and then ran away. And then I came back and asked you to try again, and then I left for six weeks. And-- and then I said I loved you, and then I got cast in that fucking movie, which is the reason Hans even knows I exist, and then I was gone so much and made you feel like shit, so then I came back early and forgot my pill like a fucking idiot and got knocked up and everyone thinks it’s his. And then, like, the one thing you asked was that you didn’t have to go public, but now because of that we have to and I tried, Kris, I really did, and I had no idea Hans would find a way to turn it into this.”

His heart was pounding by the time she finished; there was a heat rising in him, enough that he could feel his cheeks flushing. He was angry, now, at Hans and the world and, if he was being honest, a little bit at her. “I-- how can you still think that about yourself, Anna? That you just make me miserable?”

“Because I do, Kris, like this morning I was such a bitch to you and--”

“Stop, okay? Don’t-- don’t try and tell me how I should feel about this. About any of it.”

“Sorry,” she whispered again, and for a moment he closed his eyes as tight as he could, drawing in a deep breath before he dropped a kiss against the top of her head.

“All I’ve ever wanted is you, Anna,” he said quietly. “You, and now the baby. Our baby. And I never, ever thought that I could be this….happy, I guess, but that’s not the right word for it. I know it feels like shit keeps hitting the fan, like, constantly, but we have so many good days in between, baby, and even when you’re gone or we’ve argued or now with this, I’m just...I don’t know.”

She had turned her face where it rested against his shoulder, and if he craned his neck he could meet her teary-eyed gaze. “I know things look really bad right now for your career,” he said, knowing there was no point in sugarcoating it. “And that the media is going to be brutal. But I’m still here, and I still love you. And that’s all I’ve got to offer, but I hope it’s enough.”

“You’re always enough, Kris,” she said, sliding one hand up to rest just over his heart. “But I’m worried that one day I won’t be. That just loving me won’t be able to make up for the rest of the other shit.”

He covered his hand with her own, and despite himself, he smiled a little when he felt the diamond in her engagement ring press against his palm. “You’re always enough, too,” he said, and she gave him a little smile in return. “And we’re going to figure this out together, just like everything else.”

She nodded, closing her eyes again as she nestled closer against his chest. “Thank you. It’s just that I, like...like I know you’re going to say stuff like that to me, and that you mean it, but sometimes I just...I don’t know. I know it, but I can’t believe it.”

His phone buzzed then, and she pulled away to grab it and hand it to him before settling against him again. He peered at the screen; another message from Sven-- and suddenly an idea was blooming in his mind.

“Anna?”

“Hmm?” she mumbled, nuzzling her face against his neck and pressing a soft kiss there.

“How do you feel about getting out of the house for a little while?” 

“I don’t know if I’m ready to face the whole world yet, even with you there.”

“Don’t worry. I don’t mean going out in public, just...somewhere you like. That I think would cheer you up.”

He waited, holding his breath, and then he felt her nod against his neck. “Okay,” she said, her voice barely audible. “I trust you.”

---

Despite having stayed in bed all day, she hadn’t really slept much, and she’d spent most of the night before lying flat on her back staring up at the ceiling, worried and angry and just plain scared thoughts flipping through her mind like the clacking wheel of a rigged carnival game where the only prize was something new to stress over. But now, sitting in the reclined passenger seat of Kristoff’s car while his hand curled comfortingly over her knee, she was finally able to doze off, feeling a sense of peace at last creeping in to cover the sense of unease that had been running rampant through her ever since Lena had sent her a frantic text only an hour after her article had been published and two minutes after Hans’s post had gone up. It hadn’t even been thirty-six hours, but it felt like a lifetime somehow, separating whoever she was now from the girl who had thought that somehow telling the truth would set the whole world to rights in one go. 

She was woken by Kristoff gently squeezing her leg. “Wake up, baby,” he said, and when she did she saw him smiling softly at the way she had fallen asleep, one hand over his and the other pressed against the barely-there swell of her stomach, the one that only the two of them had been able to notice so far.

“Where are we?” she asked through a yawn, and he laughed.

“Look out the window. And let me know if you want me to carry you upstairs for old times’ sake.”

She followed his directions, a gasp escaping her almost immediately. “Oh my god! Nothing’s changed here, has it?”

He laughed and squeezed her hand. “I think that’s a new dumpster, maybe.”

“Is it weird to say I miss this parking lot?”

“Nah. Lots of good memories,” he said, coming around the car to open the door for her.

She grinned and took his proffered hand, tightening her fingers around his as they made their way up to his old apartment building, failing to contain her giggles when she saw that the elevator was down again. “Does he know we’re coming?” she asked.

“Yeah. He’s really excited, seriously. He just sent me a bunch of emojis and a gif of one of the Kardashians.”

“I knew he’d get tired of the quiet before long,” Anna said triumphantly as she raised a hand to knock on the door. “And that you’d learn how to say Kardashian one of these days.”

The door flew open so quickly she knew Sven had to have been waiting. A huge smile was on his face as he pulled her into a tight hug. “Hey, Anna. Good to see you. How’s my godson?”

“Goddaughter,” Kristoff said, pretending to be irritated, and Anna laughed. “I’ll be right back. Chinese food good with both of you?”

Anna glanced back over her shoulder, not quite ready to let go of Sven just yet. “What do you mean? We can just order in.”

He shifted uncomfortably from side to side. “And then the delivery person would see you, and us, and…”

Her face fell as she let go of Sven and turned to face Kristoff properly. “Oh.”

“I’ll be back fast, though. I promise. Kick ass at Mario Kart for me while I’m gone, yeah?” he said, leaning down to kiss her cheek.

“I will,” Sven said, though the cheeriness in his voice sounded a little more forced this time.

When the door closed behind Kristoff, there was a beat of uncomfortable silence as Anna turned back to face Sven, unsure where to begin. To her relief, he took the lead. “How are you? For real, don’t bullshit me and tell me it’s all fine.” 

She sighed. “Can we talk while we play a game or something? It’s easier when I don’t have to like, look at your eyes and see you being all sympathetic and nice to me.”

“Sure. Mario Party 8? I’m never nice to you during that.”

“Can we play like...something with guns? What’s that game all the kids play?”

He raised his eyebrows. “You want me to teach you how to play Fortnite?”

“If it means blowing shit up, then yes. Teach me all about it, Svensei.”

“That’s still my least favorite nickname you’ve come up with,” he said drily, crossing to the fridge. “Go ahead and sit down. You want a beer or-- oh, right. Duh. I’ve got chocolate milk? And water, obviously.”

“Water, please. Chocolate is the only thing that still makes me sick.”

He gasped dramatically as he pulled down two cups. “No shit? That’s fucked up, man.”

“I know, right? That’s probably why Kristoff is freaking out about cheering me up, he can’t just get me a giant bag of M&Ms any more.”

Sven sat beside her and passed her a glass of water. “Cheers,” he said, clinking his cup against hers.

“You can have a beer if you want, you know.”

He shrugged. “Solidarity. Gotta start early so that when he starts throwing a tantrum for a toy or something he knows you and me are a united front. It’s Bjorgman we gotta worry about. You and me both know he’s a soft touch.”

Anna set her cup down so she could turn to face him, sitting cross-legged on the sofa they had ended up buying for him after all. “Do you think he’s going to be okay?”

“‘Course he will. It’s you we’re worried about.”

“But like...I knew what I was signing up for when I decided to be an actress. He just kind of got dragged along for the ride. And he took it really hard when people first started all the rumors about me and Ha--”

“He-who-must-not-be-named. Continue.”

“Okay, him. And anyway, now he’s so worried about me he’s not taking time to worry about himself, you know? And I was kind of a bitch to him this morning for no reason, and then like a dumbass I didn’t realize it was our anniversary til way later.”

“Let me guess,” Sven said, leaning back against the cushions and giving her a knowing glance. “Before an argument even started, one of you-- or both of you-- got started apologizing. And then you started snuggling and said a bunch of cheesy shit and worked it out.”

In spite of her reddening face, Anna couldn’t help but smile. “Are we that predictable?”

“You forget I put up with listening to this shit for like six months. The walls are thin in this apartment. I’m pretty sure I heard ‘love you back, baby’ more times than I heard the headboard banging against the wall. Which, just saying, was a lot of times.”

“...sorry.”

“A little late for that now, eh?” he said with a playful wink.

“But be serious with me, please, I-- I know you’re trying to cheer me up, but you’re just...I don’t know. You’re good at knowing what to say when neither of us do.”

“I am, aren’t I?” he said with a laugh before rearranging his face into a more serious expression. “I mean, it’s not going to be easy on either of you, is it? Going public was going to be rough anyway, but like...is there anything you can do? To prove that Hans is full of shit and you guys never dated?”

She shook her head. “We were so focused on being private for so long we don’t even like, take pictures on our own together. There’s no proof, not even with like, the deed to the house. I’m the only one on it.”

“Shit. Well...I don’t know. Sometimes stuff like this blows over, sometimes it doesn’t. You just gotta wait it out and see, I guess.”

Anna sighed. “That’s not making me feel better.”

“Why not? I mean...you’ve got, what, a week left filming this sequel?”

“Yeah.”

“And after that, what’s on the schedule?”

“Nothing. Just doctor’s appointments as far as the eye can see. And wedding planning if we can ever pick a date.”

“See? That’s what I’m talking about.” Sven said, reaching out to tug on the end of her braid. “You’re so worried about what random people think on Twitter you’re forgetting to be happy about getting married and having a baby.”

She blinked at that and took a long sip of water to cover her surprise. Sven grinned at her, knowing he’d managed once more to know just what to say. “See there,” he said, pleased with himself, “that’s why you picked me. I’m gonna give this kid so much godfatherly advice.”

“In my defense,” she said, “my whole job is kind of based on what randoms on Twitter think.”

“Your job is based on being a good actress. Which you are. Nobody’s going to give a shit about this after the movie comes out.”

“What if they do?”

He sighed dramatically. “Shit, Anna, then I guess you’re stuck with a husband and a kid and a house and a million dollars and the world’s best best friend.”

She perked up at that. “Am I your best friend?”

“Well. Tied with Kris, of course, I can’t completely betray him. I’m just saying, he hasn’t asked me to be his best man yet, and I always did want to be a maid of honor…”

Anna laughed and leaned over the sofa to give him a hug around the neck. “Thanks, Sven,” she said softly. “I feel better, and I didn’t even shoot a cartoon gun yet.”

He patted her affectionately on the back. “You’ll feel even better when I tell you about all the different kinds of grenades.”

[freddiesaysalright]

Catching Up Part IV

A Joe Mazzello x Reader Story

Summary: Reader is a writer for an entertainment news network and after Joe comes in to do an interview, they reconnect.

Word Count: 2.6K

Tag List: @crazylittlethingcalledobsession, @jennyggggrrr, @somethinginthewayiam, @grandaddy-roger-trash, @rogerloveshiscar, @hopefully-aesthetically-pleasing, @danamaleksworld If you’d like to be added let me know!

Part I  Part II  Part III 

Part IV here we go!!!

Monday rolled around and you dreaded going back to work. Although, you knew Joe was coming in to re-do the Bohemian Rhapsody interview, so you had that to look forward to. The past few days with him had been bliss. Cute dates and great sex. You couldn’t have been happier. The only damper was that Joe was leaving New York a week after the interview at your station. He’d be back the next month, but going so long without seeing him was going to be the wait of a lifetime.

You walked into the newsroom, humming to yourself. You stopped in your tracks when you saw Don sitting at your desk, smiling eerily at you. You shot him a questioning glance as you slowly approached.

“‘Sup?” he said when you reached him.

“Good morning,” you returned. “Is something wrong?”

“Come on, let’s go in my office and talk,” he said.

You set your purse in your seat when he stood up. You shook your jacket off your shoulders and followed him. He closed the door behind you. You worried for a moment he was going to ask you to do the interview again, even though Emily was already at her desk. You took a hesitant seat across from him.

“What’s going on, Don?” you asked.

“Are you seriously going out with Joe Mazzello?” he replied.

Your gaped at him. “I - I don’t see how that’s any of your business.”

“It is my business,” he said. “When our own magazine Tweets pictures they caught of you two together this weekend.”

Your heart sunk. You thought you’d been so careful.

“Do you have any idea how embarrassing this is for us?” he said, raising his voice slightly. “One of our own writers is sleeping with a source!”

“Hey!” you cried. “He’s just doing a promotional interview. This isn’t an ongoing story. Even if it was, I’m not the reporter on it, so it doesn’t violate any ethical rules!”

“So you are sleeping together?” he wondered.

“You know I’m not going to answer that,” you returned levelly. You were impressed with your own composure. Anger was boiling in the pit of your stomach.

“You can’t see him anymore.”

“You can’t ask that of me.”

You glowered at each other over his desk for a moment. He sighed, rubbing his temples.

“I just don’t get it,” he said almost under his breath, but you still heard.

“There’s nothing to get,” you replied. “Joe and I are two adults having a relationship. It’s no one’s business but ours. If those are your only concerns, I’ll be going now.”

You stood up, turning on your heel and going for the door. He leapt to his feet and grabbed your arm to stop you, turning you to face him. Then, before you could ask what he wanted, he kissed you. You scrunched up your face and shoved him hard away from you.

“What the hell, Don?” you demanded. “Is all this because you’re jealous?! You don’t even like me!”

He looked down, clearly embarrassed. “It’s - uh - well, it’s a weird self preservation thing. When I like someone, I’m ruder to them.”

“That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard,” you returned. “I’m going to say something to you that is insubordinate and grounds for termination, but you need to hear it. If you are attracted to a woman, man up and ask her out. You’re an adult, so quit pulling pigtails.”

You stood there, waiting for him to tell you to pack up your desk, but he just looked at you, shocked.

“Well?” you said. “Are you going to fire me or do I have to tell you how to do that too?”

He rolled his eyes, his usual self returning at last. “You’re not fired. Just...don’t mention this to anyone. I’m sorry.”

“Fine,” you said coldly, and you swept out of the room.

You walked over to your desk. You looked up and saw, once again, the four stars of Bohemian Rhapsody coming into the newsroom for their interview. This time, when you caught Joe’s eye, you smiled. He winked and you waved at him. His presence made your anger melt away. Don didn’t matter.

Putting off your work, you made your way to the green room to say hello.

“Welcome back, guys,” you said warmly.

They all said their thanks as you went to Joe and wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your head on his chest. He kissed the top of your head and you hummed with satisfaction.

“What’s up, babe?” he asked.

“I just like holding you,” you said.

“Well, then by all means, carry on,” he said lightly.

You considered for a moment telling him about what happened between you and Don, but decided against it. He was about to do an interview Don was producing, and you didn’t want any tension there. Especially on Joe’s end since he would be on camera.

Emily came into the room shortly afterward. She was definitely made for daytime television. She had think, beautiful blonde hair. Round, brown doe eyes, and a wide, sparkly smile. She was so pretty, but it was hard to be jealous of her because she was also so kind.

“Hey!” she greeted, her thick Georgia accent coming through already. She took in you and Joe. “Aw, y’all are cute! Good for you, Y/N!”

You and Joe looked at each other and smiled in a way you were sure was disgusting to the onlookers in the room.

“Well, I’m Emily,” she said, shaking hands with all of them. “I just wanted to come by and introduce myself before we got started. And apologize for last week. I heard Don was pretty rude.”

“Well, to Y/N, yeah,” said Joe. “But not to us.”

“Still, it was unprofessional,” she said. “He’s still producing the segment, though.”

“Really, it’s alright,” said Gwilym.

As if summoned by the mention of him, Don poked his head in the door. You refused to meet his gaze, burying your face in Joe’s chest and closing your eyes.

“Emily, gentlemen,” he said, nodding to them. “We’re gonna get started in just a few minutes. Y/N, if you could get back to your desk and do some actual work, please.”

You rolled your eyes. To be extra snarky, you kissed Joe long and passionately before you left. But when you got to your desk, you ignored your work further. You jumped on Twitter - which wasn’t abnormal since you often wrote for the social media accounts associated with the network - and found the magazine’s page. The first thing up under the pinned Tweet was the picture of you and Joe. It was a nice picture. You were grinning at each other.

The Tweet just said your name, under your byline, and that you and Joe were the “new flame.” It had pretty good traffic too. There were about two hundred comments, eight hundred retweets, and one thousand likes. You clicked on it to read the replies, hoping that no one recognized you. You had not posted a picture of yourself online since the ones your ex leaked, for fear that someone would reverse search and match your face to the one in the nudes.

The replies were mostly shocked emojis, people congratulating you and Joe, or something nasty about your appearance. You read every single one of them, looking for any chance that someone had linked your image. You breathed a sigh of relief when you read the last one and it hadn’t happened. You kept the page open to keep an eye on it in case that changed. But for now, you could breathe a sigh of relief.

When the interview was over, Joe took you to lunch. You chose a casual place and got burgers. You laughed and talked together. At one point you were tossing French fries at each other, trying to catch them in your mouths, much to the amusement of a baby at the next table over, who giggled, high pitched and adorable.

“Oh, hey, bud,” Joe cooed. “Didn’t see you there.”

The baby gurgled some nonsense back and Joe nodded thoughtfully. “You make a very good point, there. I agree.”

A smile parted your lips as you looked on at Joe having a full, made-up conversation with this little baby boy. It was the sweetest thing you’d ever seen.

“What’s that?” Joe said, leaning closer as the boy said something that sounded like “a-goo.” Joe looked between you and the boy. “Well, you can tell her that yourself.” A beat passed and then the boy went “ga!” loudly and pumped his tiny fists in the air. “Alright, I’ll tell her if you’re really that shy about it.” He looked at you. “He says you look very beautiful today.”

You brought your hand to your chest and gasped dramatically. “My, my! What a kind compliment from such a handsome boy!” You looked at the baby and wiggled a finger at him.

Finally, the mother, who had been in deep conversation with her girlfriends, noticed you and Joe entertaining her son. She smiled.

“Wow, I didn’t realize Russell was over here making some new friends,” she said kindly.

“He’s quite the chatterbox,” said Joe, offering his hand to shake. “I’m Joe, this is my girlfriend, Y/N.”

“Nancy,” she replied. “Nice to meet you. Thanks for keeping him busy.”

“No problem,” you assured her.

“He is a great conversationalist,” Joe continued. “And a bit of a flirt.”

She chuckled. “Would you like to hold him?”

“Heck yeah!” he replied.

Smiling still, she took Russell from his carrier. He shrieked with excitement as she put him in Joe’s arms. He twisted his face up to earn laughter from Russell. They babbled back and forth to each other and you thought your heart might explode from how adorable it all was.

“Honey, you need to keep him,” Nancy said to you under her breath. “He’s gonna be an incredible dad one day.”

“We’re just starting out,” you told her. “But it’s something to keep in mind for sure.”

Russell and Nancy left shortly after, but you looked at Joe like he hung the moon.

“You really like kids, huh?” you observed.

“Oh, yeah,” he returned. “My nephews are like, the lights of my life.”

“That’s so sweet,” you said. “Are you going to see them while you’re in town?”

He nodded. “Yeah, actually. This afternoon. But I’m free the rest of the week if you want to spend some time before we leave.”

“Absolutely,” you returned. “I already took the time off work.”

“Aw, you didn’t have to do that,” he said.

“I want to be with you, Joe,” you said. “Work just isn’t as important.”

He smiled and leaned over the table for a kiss. You thought of how your day started compared to what you were feeling now. Don didn’t matter. Twitter pictures didn’t matter. All you needed was Joe to take you out of your fear and and anxiety.

The week passed far too quickly. You took Joe to the airport, parked, and walked him inside. You hated that you couldn’t go all the way to the gate with him, but he had a little bit of  time before he absolutely had to be there. After he checked his bag, he came back to you. Hot tears filled your eyes and you tried to wipe them away before he saw. He still saw.

“Aw, baby, don’t cry,” he said, pulling you into his arms. “I’ll call you every night. And, if you’re comfortable with it, we can face time.”

You looked up at him, color draining from your face. “I don’t know about that.”

“That’s okay,” he said, rubbing your arms. “Like I said, only if you’re comfortable.”

You rested your forehead on his chest, relishing each moment you had him here in your arms. Where you could really feel him there with you. You etched the details into your memory to hold you through the next eight weeks until he returned. The rhythm of his heartbeat. The soft warmth of his skin. The way he drummed his impatient fingers against you.

He leaned in and kissed you, and you gave the kiss similar treatment. Although, with the way he kissed you it was hard to concentrate. It was passionate and yet soft. Romantic. A kiss to remember on nights you missed him most.

“I’m not saying this to freak you out, okay?” he said. “But Y/N, I really think I’m falling in love with you.”

Neither of you had used the word “love” before. It felt soon, but it also didn’t. It didn’t scare you to hear that from Joe. In fact, it excited you. You beamed through your tears.

“I’m falling in love with you too,” you said.

He sighed, relieved, and kissed you again. He checked his watch.

“I’ve got to get through security,” he said.

“I’m gonna miss you,” you told him.

“I’m gonna miss you too,” he returned.

With one last kiss and squeeze of your hand, he let go. You watched him until he disappeared through the line. It felt like your whole heart was going with him.

The weeks without Joe passed in a haze. You were exhausted all the time and becoming oddly emotional about him. Each time you hung up with him at night, you cried to yourself a little, missing him so much. You were an emotional person, but you’d never felt so weepy before. It concerned you, but you knew you’d also never felt this strongly about someone before.

After a month of Joe being gone, you were finishing up your feature article on up and coming female directors. The deadline was the following day, and you were making the final edits before submitting it to your editor to look over.

A sudden wave of nausea hit you. You felt your stomach churn uncomfortably, and you pressed your hand to it, frowning. You’d had a normal breakfast so you couldn’t imagine what was causing this. Your body heaved, and you jumped up to run to the bathroom. You just barely made it into a stall - not even having time to lock it behind you - and you vomited into the toilet. It took a few minutes before you were done and sat back on the floor.

“Rough night?” came the voice of Don from the door.

You jumped and squeaked with fright. “God, Don! I know this is a unisex, but don’t sneak up on me like that.”

“Sorry,” he said. “Are you sick? Do you need to go home?”

“I don’t know,” you replied.

“Well, whatever this is, I don’t want it spread around the office,” he said. “Go ahead and take the day off.”

Tears sprang to your eyes. “Don…that’s so nice.”

“Holy shit, it’s not that nice,” he said, eyes widening. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Everything makes me cry recently, so I’m sorry for the waterworks,” you said with a sniffle. “But I probably should go home.”

“Please do,” he said. “I’m...so uncomfortable.”

You thanked him again before leaving the office and heading home. When you entered your apartment, Christy was there, reading on the couch. She worked in an upscale restaurant that was only open in the evening, so she was home all day.

“You’re home early,” she said.

“Yeah,” you said, wiping tears from your face.

“Everything okay?” she wondered, setting the book down.

“I don’t know,” you told her.

“Tell me what’s going on.”

“I’m so tired, I’m emotional as hell, and I just threw up at work. In front of Don.”

“Jesus,” she muttered. “I hope you’re not pregnant.”

You stared at her, wide eyed. She sighed.

“Let’s go to the store.”

You went together and picked up a couple tests. When you came home and took them, the result was always the same. Pregnant. You still had two weeks before Joe returned to New York. How on Earth were you going to tell him?

[gandrewheadcannons]

Drabble 1 (angst) (open ended)

I wrote a drabble that’s angsty like I’ve been recently. 

Andrew doesn’t wish often for things. He prides himself on being reasonable. Pragmatic. He’s meticulously organized and often not caught up in frivolous thoughts that would have him desiring for something he could just create with a well-thought-out plan to achieve. He lived very much by the notion of ‘if you want it, go for it’ and liked that about himself. It kept him grounded, kept him level headed. Made it so he could breathe easier when he was anxious. If he stayed far away from wishing then he had less to add to his mix of doubt and insecurities. But right now, very out of character, he found himself sitting alone at two o’clock in the morning wishing.

Ryland had stopped filming hours ago and Shane had retreated to the editing room to work. Andrew had declined working in the same room as him feeling squicked by the copious amount of lip gloss Shane had been smearing across his mouth. He was left to his own devices in the spare bedroom when a picture had appeared across his twitter feed that had stopped him in his tracks. It was an old photo of him and Garrett, something someone had screen grabbed from a video where Garrett’s eyes are twinkling and Andrew’s got a soft smile as he stares at the boy. The person had tagged them both and added a message of ‘soft bois’ with a bunch of emoji hearts. It had been shared and liked a good number of times but it wasn’t the picture itself that had him stopping. He’d seen it so many times that at this point it didn’t surprise him to see the way he was watching Garrett in it.

No, what had him stopping was the top tweet underneath it that read, ‘Im sad they don’t seem to hang anymore…used to ship but now I hope Garrett finds people who can appreciate him. The squad definitely doesn’t’ That tweet had almost as many likes as the original, a list of people agreeing. He hesitates to click the profile and then decides against it, exiting Twitter completely and then opening his messages and scrolling to find the conversation with Garrett. It had been a few weeks since they’d texted and Andrew feels a bubble of guilt building in his stomach fluttering amidst something else that Andrew realizes is desire. He misses Garrett. He could easily admit that to anyone who asked. He didn’t to see him as much now that Shane had moved and Andrew spent the majority of his time here. But what he wasn’t sure that he was so readily able to admit would be the fact that, even though it’s just a brief moment, he wishes more than anything that Garrett was there with him.

Looking around the guest room it feels lonely and isolating with the glow of his phone and computer screen the only lights. Biting the corner of his thumb nail he hesitates as he figures out what to send. It was late and though he knew Garrett was awake he found himself, for one of the first times in their friendship, unsure of how to start a conversation with him. Thinking back to the horoscope Shane had read him he blushes despite being alone with his intrusive thoughts. He knew he adored Garrett. Had always done so from the moment they’d met in person and Garrett had shared his cold brew and spoke excitedly about a puppy he’d seen on the way to meet him.

Garrett was his go to guy for any anxieties he might have, his favorite person to get lost with in conversations, but he seemed so far away as of late. He hadn’t wanted to be a part of the series this time. Had explained it softly to them back in February that he’d rather take time for himself and to be with his family. It had felt like a slow bandaid being pulled achingly from Andrew’s side; the comfort of laughter and ease not being present in the long days of filming for the past nine months. He was tired.

Bypassing the messaging all together he bites the bullet and hits the call button, the screen enlarging with buttons and ‘calling G’ scrolling across the top. He’s about ready to hang up and send an apology text with each uwhen all of a sudden Garrett picks up. It’s loud in the background of wherever he is. Andrew hates that he doesn’t know.

“Hey!” Garrett’s voice shouts loudly. “Give me a minute, I’m trying to go outside.” There’s clinking of glasses and someone shouting as music suddenly blares and then it all fades into a quiet hum like something pulled from a movie. “Sorry!” Garrett sounds breathless and laughs a little. “It’s wild in there. What’s up? Are you okay?” His voice going from laughter to concern, the volume lowering into a normal speaking tone with Garrett’s quick pacing sprinkled into the tone.

“I’m good.” Andrew already feels the constricting in his chest lightening some. “Where are you?” A nervous laugh bubbling over and spilling between his lips as he says, “it’s like…way past a Garrett Watts approved party time.” Garrett lets out a manic laugh and Andrew finds himself craving to see the reaction in person.

“Oh I know! It’s so silly. I really did want to leave like three hours ago but now I’m kind of stuck because I got too drunk to drive back home.” Andrew can detect a hint of slurring to confirm the statement. A drunk Garrett was one of his favorite versions; overly tactile and honest with whoever he was with. Andrew could do with a hug.

“Are you okay? You want a ride?” Being forty minutes away was a stretch of an offer but Andrew found that he was up and walking towards his shoes. He’d drive it if it meant spending one night with Garrett.

“Oh Andrew that’s so sweet!” Garrett coos, “I’m really okay, it’s fine. You’re probably at Shane’s anyways?” Andrew hates that he’s so predictable now. Misses when he was only down the street.

“Yeah I am.” He sighs. From his window he can see one of the driveways with his car in it. “I don’t mind, Garrett. I can come.” He presses further. Garrett makes a booing sound and laughs again.

“It’s fine!” Then he drops his voice. “Actually, can I tell you something?” He trails off like he’s to giddy to contain the giggles that erupt. “It’s so crazy, Andrew. But oh!” He lets out another nervous laughter. “I kind of…maybe met someone.” He’s breathless, slurring together the last of his words into one quick session.

“What?” Andrew feels blank. Garrett had met someone. It wasn’t like this was different. Garrett had met so many people and Andrew had picked him up from countless of dates that hadn’t gone well but the last he’d heard; Garrett wasn’t interested in dating anyone. “Like…a someone?” His throat feels painfully scratchy like if he speaks any louder his hammering heart might claw its way up it and out through his mouth. Pitiful. The best way to describe himself in the moment.

“Yeah!” Garrett is whispering. “His name is Ron. We didn’t even meet through Tinder I just like… kept seeing him at the same diner as me at the same time and we ended up eating together a few times. I thought we were just friends but it turns out he thought we were on a few dates!” Garrett laughs. “I pretty much suck at this.” He admits but he doesn’t sound as despondent as he normally would with the statement. In fact, he sounds more amused.

“Wow.” He’s stilted in his commentary. The hopeful feeling that had warmed his body was slowly drained and replaced with something akin to regret. “How…uh.” He clears his throat annoyed that he feels like crying. “How long?” He wants Garrett to say a week. Wants him to say that he doesn’t think it’ll go anywhere.

“A few months,” Garrett says hastily. “I dunno. We aren’t like…it’s not super serious. But I really like him.” He’s enraptured as he says it.

Nine months of almost no time together save the odd weekday coffee now and then had Garrett in a relationship with someone for more than just a week. Andrew is definitely going to be sick.

“That’s great,” It isn’t. Nothing feels great. Andrew wants to hang up the phone. “Hey, actually, I have to go.” He tries to not let his disappointment seep through his gritted teeth. Garrett doesn’t deserve to be on the receiving end of his regret.

“Oh.” Garrett's disappointed. “Are you sure?” Andrew doesn’t want to. Wants to stay on the phone with him for hours. Wants to lay on his brown leather couch and watch an obscure western Garrett had found on Vimeo. Wants to drink English breakfast tea as they watch the sun rise because they’d stayed up too late make stupid videos he’d saved into a special file on his hard drive.

“Yeah man, I didn’t know you were out and stuff.” He doesn’t want to be that guy, unsure if he means the one who keeps a friend on the phone during a party or the one who is desperate for that friend to pity him enough to do it anyways. He’s not sure he cares that he’s both.

“I don’t mind, Andrew.” Garrett sounds surprisingly sober all of a sudden. “Are you sure you’re okay?” Andrew nods then remembers that Garrett can’t see him through the phone.

“Yeah.” He lets out a breath to loosen the constricting around his throat. Please stay with me threatens to pour out but he manages to keep it contained. They’re quiet.

“Megan Batoon get another boyfriend?” He knows Garrett is joking but it’s that comment that has him realizing why Garrett had gone and found someone knew. The slight under bite coupled with the reminder that Andrew wasn’t supposed to be interested in Garrett like that.

“No boyfriend.” He can’t bring the joke to life either. “Not her at least.” It falls flat. The noise from the background is completely gone now and Andrew wishes for the distraction of it back. He can hear Garrett’s breathing through the phone, heavy puffs like he’s starting up to say something then thinking better of it. Before Andrew can continue and apologize for whatever weird, standoffish twist their conversation had taken he hears someone calling Garrett’s name in the background. There’s a shuffle and then hushed tones before Garrett is back on the phone.

“Hey man.” He clicks his tongue disappointed. “I gotta go but maybe we can meet up for coffee sometime soon? Catch up.” He doesn’t sound like he had before. Sounds like he’s making an obligation to save whatever it is they have.

“Yeah.” Andrew wants so badly for that to happen and for them to climb back into each other’s space. “I really want to.” He knows it’s just a formality at this point. He only has a few weeks before the first episode drops. Coffee soon was looking like November if they both really tried.

“Cool! Yeah, that’d be good. Talk to you later,” Garrett doesn’t hang up quite yet, like he’s waiting. “Love you.” He tacks on as if he’s embarrassed to be saying it. It’s rushed.

“Love you.” Andrew’s slides out easily as if it was simple. A phrase both of them accustomed to saying. It shouldn’t be so hard. The phone goes quiet and when Andrew finally grows the will to pull it down from his ear it’s just his home screen. His heart sinks at the lack of Garrett.

Sadness envelops him like a blanket as he curls deep into the crevice of the bed with his hood pulled tightly up. Steering clear of Twitter he opens up Netflix on his phone and tries to fall asleep to an episode of The Office, Michael Scott’s antics soothing his mind. His dreams filled with images he can’t recall being real or not, Garrett’s name on the edge of his tongue; a sloshing wave of regret in his stomach. He makes a promise to himself then- no more wishing allowed, developing a plan to fix them before the year was up. It was what he did.

[5sosbitchfest]

Why Crusty is the Legit Worst: A Masterpost

So I mentioned a while ago in an ask that I could make an entire masterpost dedicated to why Crusty is the legit worst... and here it is. This is going to be a very long post, so bear with me.

Let’s start at the beginning, shall we?

1. The racist/fatphobic/xenophobic tweets

Much before 5sos was involved, Crusty was one of those wannabe LA influencer/model people who tweeted shit like this:

Now, apparently she’s claimed that these tweets were faked and never apologized for them, but then again, when does she ever sincerely apologize? Oh wait, never. So, were these tweets faked or not? Well...

There are responses to the tweets on the left. Here are the responses to the top left one:

Jac Vanek was one of Crusty’s old friends. They’ve been photographed and tagged in the same photos together. So, sure, people could have found out they were friends and faked the tweet/response to the tweet. However, 1. how and why would anybody go that far, and 2. if you look closely, the screenshot with the other deleted tweets and the screenshot with the response look like they were on different phones (the emoji, font, spacing between the letters/lines). Two different phones, eh? It’s almost like the tweet was real and could be seen on multiple platforms! Wow!

In addition, the tweet was sent out on February 8, 2013. Here’s another response to the supposed fake tweet:

Same date, eh? And only less than an hour later! Who would go through so much trouble to fake the tweet, the responses, and even get it down to the dates that the responses were sent out?

Back to the first screenshot of all of her tweets:

The bottom left one had some responses too! Here they are:

Same date, a couple minutes later. Seriously, who would take the time to fake the responses down to the dates and times? It’s almost like... the tweet was real! *gasps*

Now, this response could possibly be one to the bottom right tweet:

The only reason why I’m unsure of this one is because the time the response was sent out was three hours prior to the actual tweet, not to mention the month of the tweet isn’t really distinguishable in the screenshot. Even so, the response looks pretty nasty, and I’m sure it was to an equally nasty tweet from Crusty.

Now, I can’t find proof of the top right tweet being fake or real, but I wouldn’t be surprised if it was, considering she has no problem saying “sleazy foreigners.” Of course, obviously, these tweets were deleted, which brings me to my next point.

2. She deletes tweets whenever she gets backlash, doesn’t apologize, and plays the victim card.

So back in September, she had a pretty epic Twitter meltdown (which is still up, she didn’t delete it), where she basically guilt tripped her entire audience, whether they “hated” on her or not.

Uhhh... sure. I agree that you never know what someone is going through, but 1. these “trolls” you see are usually fans with valid opinions and reasons as to why they don’t like you, 2. the constant use of ‘do you want to do this’ or ‘do you want to be that’ is playing the victim card so hard and blaming literally anyone who reads the tweet, making them feel guilty, otherwise known as guilt tripping. Y’know, something that emotional manipulators/abusers do? Yeah, that, and 3. she just HAS to make the whole thing about her. Notice how she says “your words affect me” and puts "and any other person you’re bullying” in parentheses. Notice how she says “you don’t know if I’m depressed, going through trauma, etc.” Notice how she says “do you actually want to inflict pain, hurt, tears, & hate onto me & others?” She tried so hard to be inclusive... and failed. The whole thing is about her, and she just kinda threw in some other terms to make it seem like some kind of positive message for everyone, when in reality, it’s just her being a whiny brat.

Not to mention she just threw Messy into the mix and shaded Arz. Which, lol. Arz was literally her PR client. It’s actually very likely that she was the one who put Arz and Luke together. Hm.

There was the time she pissed off a bunch of Kpop fans when she tweeted this and automatically tried to patch it up:

She probably saw how pissed people got and tried to fix it and make it seem like it was just a joke. Even still, people saw it as being quite fishy, and rightfully so. After all, it probably wasn’t a joke. And then shortly after, like a few weeks or something, she posted a link to a BLACKPINK song or something saying how good the song was. Ooookay.

Then we have the magazine fiasco:

Basically people were angry because a magazine cover came out that featured mostly Luke and the other boys were kinda off to the side. Colliscool is some weirdly famous 5sos fan who is another wannabe LA influencer chick, and of course Crusty is kissing her ass because it makes her look nice. Anyway, if complaining about a magazine cover is “standing up for what you believe in,” what about actually important issues, like racism or homophobia or poverty? It’s a fucking magazine cover. And while it’s hard to hear, Luke is the lead singer, so it only stands to reason why he would be the main feature, tbh. But once Crusty compared fans to Trump, she received backlash, deleted these tweets, and never spoke of it again.

Let’s not forget how a few days later, the whitewashed photo of Calum came out, and people were angrier about that and thought it more important than the magazine cover (which I agree with), and Crusty didn’t say anything on the matter. People were pissed that she complained about the magazine cover and not the whitewashed photo of Calum, but those fans gotta understand that unless it involves Michael, she doesn’t give a shit. I mean, with the past xenophobic/racist tweets... her not saying anything makes sense.

Then there’s the more recent ordeal with Cardi B:

She really thought her backlash was about Mac Miller not winning. And when a fan tried to explain why Cardi B is problematic, she went ahead and played the victim card again. For comparison, here’s how Debby Ryan, Josh Dun’s fiancee, responded:

Not only did she acknowledge her lack of knowledge, she handled the situation by engaging with the people who were educating her, asking them for more information, and thanking them for educating her. Meanwhile, you have Crusty, who’s all like “WELL HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW I’M ONLY HUMAN” and... yes, Crusty, we’re all fucking human, but not all of us are assholes. She likes to tweet, delete, and yeet, as I like to put it.

And I’m going to put this out there for people who might try to argue with me: yes, I spent a good hour scrolling through her twitter to try to find any ounce of proof that she’s a decent person. I did find some rt’s and threads of her talking about mental health and racism (she was talking about the movie the blackkklansman and how it’s revolutionary or something along the lines of that), and she took part in that whole campaign last year to get young people to vote. Here’s the thing: yeah, those are good causes. But it’s really easy to seem like a good person online. It’s so easy to say things and not mean them. Also, just because someone may have liberal viewpoints or morals doesn’t necessarily make them a good person, especially if they don’t outwardly show it, which brings me to my next point.

3. She’s an asshole to fans.

That’s kind of a well-known fact, at least, to the people who can see past her bullshit. She will literally enter group chats with fans, get the twitter names of people who talk bad about her, and block them on her and Michael’s accounts. But of course, because she’s interacting with the fans, she’s seen as a saint because she’s just so sweet!!! And whenever people don’t see that, well, they get blocked. She checks her indirects, obviously, so if you so much as mention her name in a negative way, she and “Michael” will block you. Which is so fucked.

Remember when she was rude to some fans in Bali a few years back? If not, here’s the video. When people saw the video, of course she played the victim card again:

Oh yes, because coming up with a bunch of excuses, mentioning the fact that you’re “crying in lax,” and using a thousand emojis really expresses how guilty you feel. Kiss my entire ass.

But that wasn’t the end of that! When Crusty went to Bali earlier this year, she met up with the very fan she was rude to after she sent the fan this DM:

And of course, the girl fell for her bullshit because she got to meet Michael. She just had to make herself look like such a sweetheart before the big engagement! And sadly, it worked, the fan was happy, and Crusty was seen as a saint once again:

She’s even a bitch from southy’s account:

Like... what that person said wasn’t even that bad. Them breaking up is a perfectly plausible situation (if they were actually dating, lol), and yet Crusty literally cussed them out for bringing that up. Oof yikes.

4. The nature of her “relationship” with Michael.

Their first public interaction on Twtiter was back in 2014, when Michael was 18.

This was right before Michael turned 19, so Crusty was 29-30ish (?) at this time (who the fuck knows, I’ll get to that later). It’s not exactly known if she was 5sos’ PR manager, but she was ATL’s, and since 5sos and ATL had worked together, it wouldn’t be surprising if she actually was/is 5sos’ PR manager.

So before Michael, Crusty had been dating a guy named Spencer. Crikey’s timeline starts in January of 2016, where Michael posted this photo of them:

They were “dating” at that time, but neither of them went public until January 2017. However, Crusty continued to consistently interact with her ex Spencer on ig, all the way from January 2016 to May/June 2016, and it started to slow down after that, though she still liked some of his posts here and there. There was even an instance where Spencer sent her flowers in April, which... why would your ex send you flowers???

My belief is that Crusty was still with Spencer at the time she started “dating” Michael, technically cheating on him, and I have an idea in my mind that he probably got sick of it and finally decided to drop her. Which, good for him. After all, she left to be with someone eleven years younger than her just to gain money and fame. Yikes. And apparently there were rumors of her sleeping with Jack from ATL (when she was still with Spencer) when she was their PR manager... she liked to fuck her way to the top and didn’t give a shit about cheating on her boyfriend, I guess.

Now, I know the age gap is a heavily-debated topic, but here’s my stance on it: if the younger party is a full grown adult (I’m talking late twenties/early-mid thirties) when they start dating a person several years older than them, then sure, whatever. They’re basically full-fledged adults who are capable of taking care of themselves and have matured enough to a point where they can make rational decisions for themselves. Michael was twenty years old when he started “dating” Crusty in 2016. People make the argument of “he’s a mature adult he can do whatever he wants!!!” Um... in legal terms, yes, Michael is an “adult,” but twenty is nowhere near the age of maturity. I’m 19, and I know several people around that age, younger and older, who can’t make rational decisions to save their lives. Early adulthood is still a time for growing and figuring things out, and just because Michael is a famous musician doesn’t mean he isn’t still figuring things out. Also... do people know how Michael acted when he was 20? Watch him in interviews, I dare you to call him mature. I’m sure he’s mature in some aspects, but overall, he’s still a young adult who is still in a stage of developing maturity-wise.

So what does this have to do with Crusty? Well, with Michael being 20 when they started “dating,” that would make her 31. A 31-year-old woman dumping/cheating on her boyfriend (who was actually within her age range) to chase after a barely-legal dork from a decently famous pop punk group. Doesn’t that sound sketchy? In my eyes, she took advantage of everything in that situation: the fact she was a PR manager, the fact that Michael was young and naive, the notion that she would get more money and notoriety, and that Modest was probably in need of a beard, well... I’m sure she didn’t hesitate. For her, it’s a win-win-win situation. Just look at her! It doesn’t even look like she has to work that hard anymore, like she’s gone full LA influencer who gets sponsors up the wazoo and gets paid to be a beard. Her fucking dog is a walking advertisement (just look at southy’s ig page, it’s pretty much all sponsors). And no, I’m not saying she doesn’t work, but it seems like social media has taken up most of her life. And she barely even uses it for good/actually important issues. So there’s that.

Fun tidbit: she’s been working in the whole PR/entertainment realm since 2002. Michael was 7. Let that sink in.

Anyway, yeah, my point is that her “relationship” with Michael is pretty creepy. If the roles were reversed, that the younger was female and older was male, people would see it as creepy rather than “they’re both mature adults who can make their own decisions!!” 1. No, that’s a huge double standard, and 2. any time an older person goes after someone who is several years younger, regardless of sex, will always be sketchy in my (and a lot of other people’s) eyes.

5. She is a massive hypocrite in pretty much every way.

Oh, the positivity and sunshine her stans claim she spreads is more like a nasty downpour of hypocrisy and bullshit. Let’s start with this whole ‘spreading positivity’ thing she’s all about.

Crusty stans always say she’s all about spreading positivity and loving yourself and fuck the haters and blah blah blah. I already showed an example above of how she guilt tripped the fuck out of her audience, whether they support her or not. It wasn’t her trying to prove a point, it was straight up guilt tripping, especially because of how much she inserted herself into such situations. She could’ve worded it much differently that shed light rather than guilt.

And this whole being positive/loving yourself thing... well, that brings me to the age thing.

No one seems to know how old Crusty is. 34 is the mostly-agreed upon age, so let’s roll with that. It’s no secret she gets treatments, I mean, just look at this post:

She literally admits to it. And unfortunately I can’t find screenshots of her raving about the intravenous vitamin treatments among other things, but I do remember seeing them (if anyone has them, let us know!)

And it’s been shown she loves to use photoshop (not just on herself either). I mean, how could you go from this:

to this:

She doesn’t even look like the same person! If anything, it looks like she’s gotten younger instead of older... oh wait.

And she always does that pouty-lip thing, and I have a friend who says she thinks she sees lip fillers, which wouldn’t be that surprising. I mean, just look at this old picture of her:

Yeah, keep telling yourself that those lips are all natural.

Seriously... in pretty much every photo of her on her ig, she’s jutting her bottom lip out like it’s some duck face selfie from like, 2011. Please.

And her ass, well.

Here’s what we see:

And here’s some reality:

Bruh even Luke has a bigger ass than she does.

She posted a video on her twitter of her in the first picture saying something like “to all the people who think it’s photoshopped,” but y’know, it’s like... videos can be edited. Camera angles and poses can make an ass look bigger. Okay sis.

Fun fact: she deleted that picture of her by the pool, probably because people were making fun of how she literally had her bathing suit stuck in her ass. I mean, that’s what she gets for trying to make it look like she has one when she doesn’t.

Aaaaand here’s the heavy hitter:

When my friend saw this photo, she said that if she didn’t know Crusty was Michael’s girlfriend, she would’ve thought she was his mom. Y I K E S.

You can see the age literally everywhere. Her entire face, neck, and even the skin on her elbow in the second pic (it’s one of the first things I noticed tbh). And this was literally back in Bali 2019. You know, not even four months ago? Like damn, the sun really did her dirty lol. These pics are why me and many others question her actual age. She seriously looks like she could be in her forties in these photos, which, if she is, then her “relationship” with Michael gets even more fucked up.

Oh and she doesn’t just photoshop herself. You have this monstrosity:

Like what the fuck? Who are they trying to fool here????

And then this:

That’s a really... interesting ear.

So yeah, what part of Crusty’s face/body/everything is real? Not much! So, if she’s all about positivity, loving yourself, embracing your flaws and "fuck the haters" and whatnot, why can’t she practice what she preaches? You’re getting older, get the fuck over it and start acting like it, maybe start accepting it and stop getting treatments that will probably eventually backfire (like in the Bali pic).

Moving on from her looks, her entire attitude is just extremely hypocritical. I saw how she tries to preach online about mental health and how important it is to take care of yourself, and then she does shit like this:

So you’re just going to make fun of someone who’s struggled with severe drug addiction and eating disorder like that? She’s said on her twitter that her father was an addict, yet she’s going to make fun of someone who struggled with the same issue?

She’s considered a role model because she speaks out about this kind of stuff, including feminism, but let’s examine this a bit. This is her pinned tweet, and has been for a while:

Good message, yeah? Oh, but then she interacts with disgusting trash like Musty Collins:

Musty Collins, who puts on this whole sad boi~ act and then name drops 5sos to prey on underage girls. If Crusty’s so keen on empowering women, WHY DOES SHE INTERACT WITH A LITERAL PEDOPHILE WHO PREYS ON YOUNG GIRLS. Literally two of the most emotionally manipulative people in the world of 5sos. I guess that’s how they get along so well. They should just get together, but they wouldn’t because they’re too old for each other.

And of course it circles back to her fatphobic tweets. So much for empowering women.

Considering that spreading positivity is what she’s known for (besides being with Michael, yikes), it surprises me that she say something like this that goes against her entire spiel:

Uhh... sis, you are a fake ass public figure trying to get people to like you by saying random regurgitated greeting card BS online. Her ig stories are always screenshots of positive~ messages that are usually found on pinterest or some shit (not shading pinterest, don’t worry lol). That’s some greeting card BS regurgitation right there. Basically what this comment is saying is that she’ll only be nice to people who she thinks worthy of being nice to. A “realist” my ass. I’ve already gone over how “real” she is.

And then you have these ridiculous tweets:

“People are people no matter who they love or how old they are” “When did I say I was all about positive vibes?” Alright then.

I love how these tweets just SHOW how much of a hypocrite she is. Her entire “relationship” with Michael is shown through photos. Literally any time there’s a camera, she will take advantage of it and come up with an excuse to show off her relationship. Where’s the “human connection” you’re going on about? Oh wait, it’s not there, because their relationship isn’t real. Oops.

The second tweet.... just oof. She’s just tweeting about herself lmao.

I love how her excuse for her fucking up is just “I’M A HUMAN BEING WHAT ELSE DO YOU WANT FROM ME!!!” Girl, in case you haven’t noticed, we are ALL human beings, just not all of us are assholes when we fuck up. And then she goes on about how “we are all just human beings and we should all love each other!!” Yeah, it all comes back full circle, one of hypocrisy.

And this isn’t really a reason why Crusty is the worst, just some tweets I saw that kinda made me laugh:

“Luke who?” Oh I don’t know, the guy that your fiance’s actually in love with? HA. She wishes she could be Luke. It’s hilarious how jealous she is of him, how, whenever Lemon content comes out or the spotlight falls on Luke somehow, Crusty has to post about her and Michael’s relationship/engagement to get the attention back on her. Let’s be real, she’ll never be as gorgeous as Luke is, and Michael will never love her like he loves Luke.

So, in conclusion, Crusty is just a fake lying hypocrite. No amount of “this was in the past!! she’s changed!!” excuses will ever change my mind. After all, a lot of things in this masterpost were fairly recent. She might not tweet those horrible things anymore, but her old self shines through sometimes in the form of “I’M HUMAN I MAKE MISTAKES!!!” If she’s really changed, why doesn’t she show it?It’s because she really hasn’t, she’s just gotten better at controlling her social media presence. And that, my friends, is why Crusty is the legit Worst™.

[exxos-von-steamboldt]

Business Hall of Bootlickers

Activision Blizzard: banned player for supporting HK democracy protest. Confiscated all his winnings. Fired his interviewers. Apologized to China: condemned incident, swore to defend China's national dignity

Apple: censor Taiwan flag emoji in iOS in HK

Apple: banned HK protest map from App Store. Approved app after backlash. Banned app once again after China hissy fit

Vans: censor pro-HK democracy design in its shoe design competition

NBA (partial entry): rebuked Rockets manager for his pro-HK tweet, saying NBA was "extremely disappointed with Morey's inappropriate comment." Backpedalled after backlash, now saying they support Morey's freedom of speech.

Disney / ESPN: forbid mention of Chinese politics when discussing Rockets manager's HK tweet

Viacom / Paramount: censor Taiwan flag from the jacket worn by Tom Cruise in new "Top Gun" movie

Disney / Marvel: censored Tibetan monk from "Doctor Strange" & turned him into white woman. Movie screenwriter: "if you acknowledge that Tibet is a place and that he’s Tibetan, you risk alienating one billion people who think that that’s bullshit".

ASICS, Calvin Klein, Coach, Fresh, Givenchy, Pocari Sweat, Valentino, Versace, Swarovski: details here

Marriott: apologized & changed "Taiwan" to "Taiwan, China" after China threw a hissy fit

Nike: removed Houston Rockets products from China webstore

Activision Blizzard: cut livestream when American U team held up pro-HK sign.

Apple: handed over iCloud data & encryption keys to China.

Riot Games: censors the words "Hong Kong", forcing casters to refer to team "Hong Kong Attitude" as "HKA".

Cathay Pacific: fired employees for FB posts supporting HK protests.

Apple: minimized the seriousness of iOS exploits that enabled China to track Uyghurs, when 1M+ of them are rounded up by China in concentration camps, murdered, and their organs harvested.

Google: censored pro-HK game "The Revolution of Our Times" from Google Play because it was about a "sensitive event".

Gap: apologized for selling T-shirts IN CANADA that didn't include Taiwan as part of China

Tiffany: removed tweet showing model covering 1 eye after China accused it of supporting HK

Marriott: fired employee who liked tweet from Tibetan group

Mercedes: apologized for quoting Dalai Lama on Instagram

American, Delta, United: deleted mention of Taiwan as a country from websites

Audi: apologized for using "incorrect" map of China that left off Taiwan

Muji: destroyed store catalogs that contain "incorrect" map of China

Zara: apologized for listing Taiwan as country

Medtronic: apologized for publishing "illegal content" that listed "Republic of China (Taiwan)" as country

Ray-Ban: changed "Taiwan" & "Hongkong" to "China Taiwan" & "China Hongkong"

Qantas, Air France, Air Canada, British Airways, Malaysia Airlines, Japan Airlines, ANA: changed "Taiwan" to "Taiwan, China"

TikTok: censor videos that mention Tiananmen Square, Tibetan independence, Falun Gong

Sheraton: banned Taiwan National Day event under China pressure

Disney: removed non-white characters from Chinese poster of “Star Wars: The Force Awakens”

Philly Sixers: ejected fans for supporting HK

Princeton: don't talk about 3 Ts: Tibet, Tiananmen, Taiwan

Leica: released ad on Tiananmen protest. Apologized & distanced itself from ad

Reddit: took $150M from Tencent. Removed thread like this

Rockhampton, Queensland: censored Taiwan flag in student project

Cisco: helped build Great Firewall including module to persecute Falun Gong

MGM: changed Red Dawn's villain from China to N Korea to placate China

Global Blue: fired staff for calling Taiwan a country

L'Oréal / Lancôme: canceled HK artist concert for her pro-democracy activism

US universities: self-censor in fear of offending China

Disney: block Winnie the Pooh website in HK

After decades of opening up Western market to China while turning a blind eye to rampant Chinese IP thefts, forced tech transfers, & protectionism, we are looking at widespread control of Western firms by China. Firms that are not under outright Chinese control still kowtow to China out of fear of China's retaliation.

This is a very incomplete list of what we're seeing publicly. Imagine how bad it is behind closed doors.

Business Hall of Backbones

Matt Stone & Trey Parker: South Park "Band in China"

Red Bull: released video supporting protests for freedom & liberty

Ubisoft: listened to fans, said no to China after initially saying they would tone down game content to be China-compliant.

Prague: cancel partnership with Beijing over 1-China principle

Immutable: offer to repay banned gamer's winnings that was confiscated by Blizzard, got cyber attacked as a result Copy/pasted from reddit (https://www.reddit.com/r/worldnews/comments/dfc6qi/comment/f32iio0), as reddit has enough influence from the Chinese as to have the likelihood that it will be removed.

[natasha-cole]

#1 Crush: Part 11

Chapter Summary: Rob can’t seem to make the right choices when it comes to Reader’s birthday. Despite yet another almost failed attempt at making her birthday special, Rob does end up redeeming himself.

Word Count: 6149

Warnings: fluff, angst, arguing, swears, creepy fan, paranoia, anxiety, panic attack

Notes: This has been sitting in my drafts for weeks, so I read through it quickly and here it is. All mistakes are my own and you’ll just have to deal with it.

P.S. a lot of my tags aren’t working, so I apologize.

Series Masterlist

Word of the events on set had spread, and you had people checking in on you a lot. You knew they were just expressing their concerns, worried because of how terrified you were about all of this. You were just embarrassed at this point.

And scared? Yes, you were very afraid. Even after you left set after the whole ‘flowers from Rob thing’ the fear didn’t leave you. As your bodyguard saw you to your door and said goodnight, you realized then that you were terribly alone and very vulnerable.

Unlike most nights after you got back to your apartment, you didn’t call Rob that night. Hearing his voice would have been comforting usually, but you honestly couldn’t decide if you were mad at him or not.

After the initial shock of what had happened wore off, you wondered why he had even thought to send you flowers in the first place. Normally, it would have been a thoughtful gesture, and you often joked with him about how he had never sent you flowers; now, you just assumed that a gesture like that wasn't even a thought in his mind after everything.

You didn’t want to worry him, and you had seen the missed calls when you actually took your phone out of your bag once you walked through the door. Still, you didn’t know if you could hold it together if you had him on the phone. So, you settled for a text message. It would be quick and would give no indication about how you were really feeling.

Y/N: Late night on set. I’m wiped. I miss you.

You didn’t even have time to take off your jacket when he responded.

Rob: Y/N, I’m so sorry. I wasn’t thinking. Please call me.

You frowned, knowing that Rich probably said something to him. You certainly hadn’t. You didn’t even so much as send him a ‘thank you’ message after the whole debacle.

Y/N: It’s fine. Just a misunderstanding. I’m fine.

Rob: You really won’t call me?

Y/N: I’m just really tired. Heading to bed now. TTYL.

You had been uncharacteristically short with him, and you didn’t like that you wanted to keep tonight’s communication so impersonal. But, you were actually exhausted. Everything had drained you today, and the last thing you wanted was to hear his voice knowing that he was probably really upset about his actions. You hated that he blamed himself for a lot of this, and you just couldn’t handle him feeling guilty over his lack of thinking when he sent you the flowers.

Rob: Are we okay?

Y/N: Of course. I really miss you. I can’t wait to see you in a couple of days. Also, the gesture was nice. I’m sorry I overreacted.

You added a heart emoji at the end for good measure and tossed your phone onto the nightstand before getting ready for bed.

The last message you received from Rob was him saying that he was sorry again and that he missed you too. You left him on read, not wanting to keep the conversation going tonight. All you wanted was to sleep and forget about today.

Sleep was far and few in between though. You tossed and turned, replaying everything in your mind. You were still embarrassed over the way you reacted, or rather, overreacted. You were upset that Rich had probably called his friend and told him all about what a nutcase you were. You were still feeling suffocated just knowing that tomorrow would be yet another day where you couldn’t go anywhere or even breathe alone. Mostly, you were thinking.

You thought about what you could have done to have gotten yourself into this situation. Was Rob right? Was all of this being done by someone you might know? The scarier thought was that you were certain it wasn’t. You felt that this was a stranger, a stranger who knew a lot about you and spent his time writing to you and judging you. You thought about the horrible things in those letters, the names you were being called on social media, the frantically typed tweets that not only attacked you, but Rob as well. You thought about the flowers; the ungodly amount of flowers that you had received and how even the thought of flowers now made your skin crawl. You thought a lot about how insensitive Rob had been even though he hadn’t meant to be.

You let out a frustrated sigh, burying your face in your pillow as you finally gave up on the notion of sleep. It wasn’t going to happen tonight. Not now since you were thinking about how terrified you had been when you considered the possibility that this weirdo could have been in your trailer.

At no point through any of this had you ever worried about the possibility of someone showing up at your home, but that brief moment of wondering as you stood in your trailer made you realize otherwise. After all, someone had found your hotel room before and left you a note, who’s to say they couldn’t find you back in L.A. or even here in Vancouver?

Still, there had been no indication that whoever it was knew where you were staying outside of the conventions. Even as you laid in bed tonight in your little apartment in Canada, restless and nervous, you knew you were only working yourself up over nothing. That didn’t stop you from being afraid though.

You drifted off to sleep finally at some point late that night. Or early the next morning… you couldn’t be sure. All you knew was that you were suddenly being pulled from your restless sleep to the sound of your phone ringing. You blindly reached for your phone, answering it before taking time to do much else.

“Hello,” you grumbled when you picked up.

You assumed it was Rob calling, probably still upset that you hadn’t called him right after work. However, you were greeted by silence.

“Hello? Rob, is that you?” You said again, still waiting for some sort of reply.

When you you didn’t get one, you pulled your phone away from your ear to look at the screen. You had unexpectedly answered a call from an unknown number; something that you never did, and this was the type of call you rarely got since you never gave out your number.

Whoever had called was still on the line as you then focused on the time. It was nearly 3 am. No way anyone you knew would call you at this time, especially not Rob.

“Who is this?” You asked, trying to get something out of whoever was on the line as you returned to the call.

At this point, you didn’t know if anyone was even there. Still, you felt a shiver run down your back at the strangeness of the phone call. Rather than upset yourself by trying to encourage something from the caller, you ended the call; turning your phone on silent before tossing it aside again. You grumpily curled up under your blankets before closing your eyes again, hoping that sleep would find you for just a little while longer.

The next day, you had to force yourself from bed. You weren’t sure how much sleep you had actually gotten, but you knew it wasn’t enough. You were already running late, so you quickly showered and got dressed; only grabbing your things just before you left your apartment to head to set.

Once you had arrived, you trudged to hair and makeup where the crew was quick to point out how terrible you looked. You didn’t even argue or feel bad about it. You knew you had to look as bad as you felt right now.

As someone got to work on your hair, you took the time to check your phone. The first thing you noticed were the missed calls. You looked through your call history, assuming that Rob had called and you just hadn’t heard your phone since it was still on silent. Instead, you saw that you had a few missed calls from an unknown number. All of them had happened ridiculously early in the morning while you had been asleep. In that moment, you got a little nervous. You recalled answering one of those calls that had pulled you from your sleep, only to be greeted by nothing on the other end of the call.

Now, you were seeing that they had called multiple times within minutes of each other. You immediately decided that you couldn’t overreact to this. They had been random calls, probably accidental or something. Getting phone calls from unknown callers wasn’t something to get freaked out about. This stuff happened to people all the time.

You deleted your call history and turned to a text message that you had received instead.

You had to smile when you saw Rob’s name, followed by a very sweet good morning text.

Instead of texting back, you decided that you were ready to call him. Yes, you had been upset with him, but you still adored him and really needed to hear his voice right now.

When you found his number and pressed call, you waited for him to answer.

“Y/N!” Rob’s voice said excitedly when he picked up. “I thought you’d never call me. I thought I was in trouble.”

“You’re not in trouble,” you chuckled. “I just had a rough day and I really was tired last night.”

“I’m so sorry,” he replied. “I don’t know what I was thinking sending you those. As soon as Rich called me and told me about that… I knew I fucked up.”

“It’s okay. I just- maybe I am a little freaked out over everything that’s been happening. I should’ve just read the card first.”

“No, I shouldn’t have done that. Especially with everything that’s been going on.”

“I’m fine,” you said. “Really. I just needed to process everything. I’m not mad at you. The flowers really are beautiful.”

“I should be able to send my girlfriend flowers without scaring her,” Rob said softly.

You could hear him shuffling about in the background of the call and you decided to ignore the conversation at hand.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

“I am on my way out,” he replied. “Heading to the studio.”

“How’s it going?” You asked, referring to the fact that the guys were recording.

“It’s good. We’re getting a lot done, probably because I don’t have you around to distract me.”

“Ouch.”

“Really though,” he laughed. “I miss you. But, I’ve been working all day, every day while you’ve been gone. Trying to keep myself busy I guess.”

“I miss you too,” you smiled. “Just one more day and we see each other again.”

“Just one more day and someone has a birthday,” he reminded you.

“Maybe we can avoid bringing up the fact that I’m getting older.”

“Hey, you kept reminding me about my birthday, it’s your turn.”

“I’m just glad my birthday is on the day before the actual convention starts,” you began. “I just want to spend it with you.”

“Sounds good to me,” he said. “What are you thinking? Dinner? Date Night? Maybe we could all get together for a night out… or maybe just a night in bed with room service?”

“Honestly, I’d really love just a night in with you right now.”

“I can handle that.”

“So please; no party, no night out… just you and me.”

“Alright,” he replied. “So then I should probably cancel the real plans I made?”

“Really?” You asked. “Did you really make plans?”

“I’m kidding,” he chuckled.

Just as Rob finished his thought, you were being instructed to head to wardrobe.

“Look, I gotta go,” you said. “I’ll see you soon.”

“Alright, Y/N. See you soon.”

Chicago Convention

Day one of the convention would be your birthday, but you honestly didn’t feel like celebrating.

You had arrived in Chicago alone. Rob and some of the others were already there by now, but they were always put to work rather early, so you were left to your own devices as you journeyed from the airport to the hotel.

You checked in at the front desk, wishing that Rob was with you, but also grateful that he had arranged to have the two of you just share a room this weekend. It made sense really. It’s not like you ever stayed in your own room lately now that you were together, and it wasn’t like you were going to have privacy anyway with a protective boyfriend.

Rob had called you when you let him know that you had landed. He had already checked into the room and said that he had left a key at the front desk for you. He wanted to make sure that you were good to go, and insisted that you just head up to the room. You were slightly bummed that he was so busy, but he did promise you a night in of cuddling and room service once he was done.

Honestly, that was all you had been really looking forward to all week. Just spending time alone with him.

Since you had literally just arrived in Chicago and the convention wouldn’t start until tomorrow, there hadn’t been any type of security guard or anything waiting for you when you got in. While you could complain all day about how annoying it was to have someone follow you around, you sort of wished it had been arranged for you now.

You made your way to the right floor and down the long, empty hallway until you found the room.

You paused at the door, feeling a sudden sense of anxiety come over you. If anything, you should have felt safer now that you had arrived at what would be a safe place. Maybe it was the impending darkness of night and the fact that you were here alone until Rob was able to meet you; or maybe it was the memory of how scared you had felt over the incident previously; but you couldn’t shake the nervousness as it built up.

‘It’s just a hotel room,’ you told yourself. ‘No one is here. You’re alone, but there’s nothing to be afraid of. Rob will be here soon.’

You slowly put the keycard in the slot and turned the handle, opening the door to be greeted at first by darkness.

You reached against the wall, fumbling to find the light switch. You knew to expect nothing; just an empty hotel room probably containing Rob’s luggage. That was what you kept telling yourself as you tried to find the switch.

‘I’m alone, and that’s okay,’ you thought to yourself.

When you finally found the switch, you flipped it on and peered into the room.

“Surprise!”

You heard numerous voices shout at you. Just the fact that you obviously weren’t alone startled you; but it was the sudden appearance of people, stepping out from around corners, popping up from behind furniture; that made your heart race.

Your felt your face heat up, skin tingling as you realized that your breathing had picked up. You froze completely, fear taking over as you tried to process what was happening. Your fight-or-flight response activated and you considered turning around to run, but you began to take in the surroundings before you made that split-decision. Slowly, you began to recognize faces.

There was Rob, standing directly in front of you, giving you that big smile that you adored so much. That was the first thing you saw, and it was the only thing that held you in place as you felt panic rise up in your body. You glanced around quickly, noticing all your friends… all familiar faces. You took in the room next.

This was a surprise party. You could tell by the birthday decorations, the array of food set out, the rather large birthday cake on the table. It all made sense now.

Still, no matter how hard you tried to calm yourself now that you understood that you were okay, the panic continued to build.

“Y/N,” Rob began. The concern in his voice forced you to look at him. Then you saw the concern in his eyes as he moved toward you. “Are you okay?”

He reached out, grasping onto your arms as he looked at you, urging you to let him know that you were perfectly fine.

You opened your mouth, trying to form words… any words to let him know it was okay.

Instead, you felt yourself break. You began to sob, feeling your heart race as you were no longer able to hold back.

“Shit,” he muttered as he immediately attempted to hold you.

In an instant, you pushed past him, aware of the fact that you were losing it in front of everyone. All you wanted to do was remove yourself from view. He let you move, watching you as you shakily rushed past everyone.

Once you made it to the bathroom, you closed the door behind you and continued to sob. You tried to steady your breathing, tried to ignore the dizziness you were feeling; but you couldn’t stop crying no matter how much you wanted to.

You could hear the faint sound of knocking on the door and Rob’s voice asking you to let him in. He sounded so worried, and you didn’t want to worry him, so you fumbled for the doorknob until you finally unlocked it for him.

He rushed right in, closing the door behind him before attending to you. You had already returned to your spot on the floor, knowing that you couldn’t stand anymore. You were still crying and now just frustrated with yourself that you couldn’t stop.

Rob immediately joined you, kneeling down in front of you and pulling you in to his body. That in itself was sort of calming. Just having him here holding you was comforting.

“Shh,” he cooed as he pulled back to look at you. “You’re gonna be okay.”

You continued to cry, slowing down just a bit as he grabbed your hands and pulled them up to his face. He held you there, encouraging you to touch him and look him in the eyes.

“You’re okay. I’m right here. Breathe for me.”

You tried to focus on touching him, feeling the rough hairs of his beard beneath your fingertips. You locked eyes with him, listening to his calming voice as you began to breathe your way through the panic attack.

He continued to talk to you soothingly, although you couldn’t quite comprehend most of what he said. Regardless, it helped. After a few minutes, you felt your heart rate slow down, you stopped crying, and the dizziness began to subside.

“Look at that,” he smiled as you continued to hold his face in your hands. “You’re good baby. I’m right here.”

Once you were finally past it, you let out a stuttered sigh. You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him in so that you could rest your head against him. He held you tight, understanding that you just needed him right now.

When you had calmed down just enough to let everything process finally, you began to pull yourself together, knowing that you still had to go out and face everyone who had showed up for your apparent surprise party. You didn’t know if you could, but you knew you had to try. Maybe no one had realized what had happened to you. Maybe they all just thought you had been so surprised that you had to run off to cry happy tears alone. That was far-fetched and you knew deep down that literally all of your friends had just witnessed you having a panic attack over this. Still, you had to face it. You had to face them as bravely as you could. After all, you were still playing off this entire situation as if it weren’t that serious and you really didn’t want to give them a reason to believe it was that serious.

“I’m so sorry,” Rob mumbled as he helped you up from the floor. “I wasn’t thinking.”

“It’s not your fault,” you said with a forced laugh as you wiped tears from your face. ”A surprise party isn’t supposed to give me a panic attack.”

“I should have known. I'm fucking everything up. Are you okay?”

“I’m okay now. I was already making myself anxious when I showed up here knowing I’d be alone.”

“Fuck, I shouldn’t have done this.”

“Rob,” you said softly as you cupped his face in your hands again. “I’m okay. I’m sorry I did that. I don’t know why I did that.”

“Don’t apologize. It’s not your fault. It’s my fault for convincing everyone to jump out at you when you thought you were supposed to be alone. I’m the worst boyfriend.”

“You absolutely are not,” you said firmly. “You’re the best. Do you know how many people in my life have ever cared enough to organize a surprise party for me? One.”

“I thought it would be a fun gesture,” he said. “I just didn’t think it through. Just like I didn’t think the whole flower thing through.”

“Still, I love that you even think of doing these things for me. It’s not your fault that you’ve got a girlfriend who happens to have a creep bugging her.”

“I’ll be better,” he promised. “I’ll actually stop to think about what I’m doing. I never meant to scare you, in any way.”

“I know.”

He let out a sigh, seemingly relaxed now that he could see that you weren’t angry with him. Any bit of anger that you might have had about the whole flower thing had quickly washed away by this point. In fact, you weren’t even mad about this whole thing. Instead, you felt really grateful that you had someone who cared about you enough to even think of doing these types of things for you. Rob was sweet and thoughtful, but perhaps he just wasn’t completely understanding of how he should handle your unique situation.

You realized just now, as he looked guilty and worried, how much you really did love him. Sure, he had organized the entire surprise that had ultimately sent you into a panic attack, but at least he was here to get you through it. After all, the fear and anxiety you were feeling lately, wasn’t his fault. You couldn’t expect him to know how to handle things when even you weren’t sure how to handle anything either.

You moved to press your body against his, craving the comfort that you felt just by being close to him. He embraced you, holding you tight as you relaxed against him. All you needed was a moment like this with him. When you thought that you were okay enough to finally leave the bathroom and possibly partake in your party, you pulled away from him and offered him a smile before kissing him softly on the lips.

“You want me to make everyone leave?” He asked as you focused on splashing water on your face.

“What?” You asked. “No! No way. You planned this party for me and I intend to partake.”

“Really?” He smiled. “You sure you’re up for it?”

“I just had a panic attack in front of everyone,” you explained as you dried your face off. “I freaked out this week over flowers that were sent by my boyfriend. It’s been rough. I need a lot of drinks, time with my friends, and you.”

You reached over and grasped onto his hand, giving it a squeeze just to let him know that it was fine.

Everyone seemed to know better than to bring up your display of anxiety when you finally decided to face them. Once you had cooled down and made yourself look a bit more presentable, you emerged from the bathroom with Rob, smile plastered on your face as you greeted your friends properly.

No one said anything and no one made a big deal out of it. They smiled in return, probably relieved to see you not in the middle of a panic attack, as you took time to thank and hug each of them.

As the party went on, you found yourself relaxing a bit. Although this hadn’t been what you had expected or really wanted for your birthday, the gesture was nice. You also realized that you were having a good time actually hanging out with friends again. Everyone was having fun, and it helped that no one brought up your panic attack or even discussed the things that had been going on.

It was as if everyone knew that you just wanted to ignore it for a while, and they were all set on making sure that you just had a good time tonight. Drinks were flowing, everyone was laughing, and your world felt safe and comfortable for a moment.

That is, until you excused yourself from a conversation with the girls so that you could use the restroom. After you had washed up and made the movement to leave the bathroom, you could hear Rob and Rich talking just outside the door.

You paused when you heard your name mentioned, Rich just asking Rob if you were really okay. You knew you shouldn’t listen in on their conversation, but it was about you, so you figured it was okay.

“That was interesting,” you heard Rich say.

“I’m such an idiot,” Rob berated himself. “All she does is worry about where she is and who else could be there. She’s always so anxious, even if she denies that she is, and I should have known better than to throw a fucking surprise party.”

“You were just trying to do something nice.”

“I told her to meet me at my room,” he argued. “She was under the impression that she’d be alone until I got here later. Can you imagine? Showing up somewhere, knowing that you have some freak following you, and just having people jump out at you when you’re supposed to be alone?”

“None of us thought about it either, Rob.”

“I just- feel so bad. She’s scared, I know she is. We all kept pretending it was nothing to worry about… just another enthusiastic fan. But, she’s got someone sending her fucked up messages, sending her gifts… god, I can't believe I sent her flowers… you should have seen the stuff her manager showed her.”

“How long has this been going on exactly?”

“Months. They’ve been holding onto letters he’s sent her. They started out as just any other fan letter, and they’ve gotten scary. Enough to where they finally showed her.”

“Shit,” Rich muttered. “Is that all it’s been though? Letters, social media comments?”

“As far as we know. Then there’s the weird way that he sends her flowers. Yet another thing that I messed up.”

“Ah, I’m aware of how well she receives flowers.”

“I can’t even send my girlfriend flowers because it freaks her out.”

“All I can say is… as long as this guy is keeping his distance, there’s nothing to worry about I think. Letters and flower deliveries are one thing… I mean, the social media stuff was concerning, but at least it’s only online and easy to avoid.”

“You didn’t see those letters,” Rob reminded him.

That was your cue to leave the bathroom. You opened the door quickly, acting surprised to see the two men standing there when you did.

They looked at each other and you just smiled at them.

“Rob,” you began, attempting to cut in before he could say much more. It was bad enough that everyone had witnessed your freak out and they were aware somewhat of the things going on, you really didn’t need them to know about the threats you had been receiving. “Can I see you for a moment?”

“Yeah, sure,” he said anxiously before excusing himself from Rich.

You grabbed him by the arm and pulled him toward a less crowded part of the room so that you could talk to him privately.

“Is everything okay?” He asked. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you replied. “I just- I wanted to ask you to maybe not tell everyone details on what’s going on.”

“Oh. You heard me talking to Rich…”

“I did.”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have been talking about you and all of this like that. It’s not my place.”

“It’s fine. I’m not mad.”

“He was just worried, and I feel like no one knows how serious this has all gotten.”

“You’re right,” you replied. “No one really knows everything, especially about those letters. But, I’d kinda like to keep it that way.”

“Really? You don’t think it might be good for your friends to know how serious it all really is?”

“I mean, they know,” you argued. “They’ve seen the stuff online and most have seen how often I get unwanted gifts. They don’t need to know about the really… concerning stuff.”

“I kinda feel like, since you’re always around them, and this stuff happens at conventions, that maybe they should know how serious it really is.”

“No. I just- I don’t want anyone to treat me differently. I don’t want sympathy or for anyone to worry. I just want to come to work and have fun and be with the people I care about.”

“They worry, Y/N,” he sighed. “We all do.”

“I know. But, it’s been a while since anything has even happened. The thing on set was just me assuming the worst. I think it’s sort of calmed down.”

“I just want you to continue to take this seriously,” he argued. “Just because it’s been a week or so with nothing happening, doesn’t mean you’re in the clear.”

“Okay, and I get that. But, will you please just not mention those letters to anyone else? I don’t even want to think about them.”

“Okay,” he breathed out. “You’re right. It’s not okay for me to talk about that. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you smiled. “I just feel kind of suffocated right now, and I just want to have some privacy I guess.”

“Alright,” he replied as he leaned in to kiss you. “What do you say we just enjoy the party? Maybe not bring up any of this again, at least tonight?”

“You have no idea how amazing that sounds right now.”

By the end of the night, you and Rob had to kick out the remaining partiers. It was late, everyone had had too much fun, and you all had an early morning. Luckily, the room was in okay shape; and you were eagerly changing into pajamas and so ready to just be with Rob.

You watched him as he changed, noting that he looked so serious as he got ready for bed; so you decided to lighten the mood.

“You didn’t get me a gift,” you pointed out playfully as you snuck up behind him and wrapped your arms around him. You pressed a kiss to the bare skin of his back since you had caught him just before he slipped a shirt on.

“Of course I did,” he grinned as he turned to look at you.

“I must’ve missed it.”

“No, I just wanted to wait until we were alone to give it to you.”

He began to dig through his bag for something now and you stepped away so that he could find what he was looking for.

“Sex does not count as a gift,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“Well, I mean, I’m not opposed to that being a follow-up gift,” he said slyly, “But I did actually get you a real gift.”

He handed you a small box that was wrapped in pretty wrapping paper. You smiled at him before beginning to tear off the paper, wasting no time to see what he had gotten for you.

Once the paper was off, you noticed that this was definitely a jewelry box and you looked at him, sort of confused.

“Jewelry?” You asked, surprise in your voice as you held the small box in your hand.

Rob shrugged, still grinning.

“You’re gonna have to open it.”

You did as he suggested and opened the box.There, in that little box was a simple necklace with a heart shaped pendant on it. You removed it from the box and turned it over in your hand, then seeing that it was engraved. You smiled up at him this time, feeling a warmth grow in your chest to see your initial engraved next to his.

“Rob…” you said breathlessly. “This is beautiful.”

“There’s something on the back of it as well,” he pointed out.

You turned the pendant to the other side and had to laugh out loud when you read the inscription.

“Is it cool if I come over?” You read out loud.

Rob shrugged again, letting out a laugh as you smiled at him.

“What does this even mean?” You asked.

“You know I wrote that song about you, right?”

You had to pause for a moment. You stared at him, face turning up in even more confusion that previously. You actually never did know that. The band had released the album with that song on it not long after you actually joined the convention circuit. You figured you had only known Rob for roughly a month when it came out.

“Really?” You asked.

“Yeah,” he replied. “I wrote it not too long after we met. It was the last song we did for the album.”

“I don’t know if I should feel flattered or sad right now,” you mumbled as you looked down at the necklace.

“Oh,” Rob replied. “Please don’t feel sad. If you don’t like it-”

“I love it,” you cut in. “I just- it’s kinda sad to think about all the time we wasted by not telling each other that we liked each other.”

“Well, you know. Life,” he said. “You had a boyfriend and I had a crush, so I wrote a song. I just figured you should know that I wrote that thinking about you.”

“Okay. I’ve decided to be flattered,” you laughed. “Really, this is… so sweet.”

“It’s not too much, is it? I kinda felt like it might be. Because we just started seeing each other.”

“It’s not too much, Rob. This is the sweetest thing anyone’s ever given me.”

“So, it’s not too soon for jewelry?”

“I don’t know, is it?” You asked.

You wondered if you should think it was too soon for all of this, or if he felt like he had made a mistake by getting you such an expensive and meaningful gift. However, you loved it. You loved him and this gift just made you feel loved as well.

“Look,” he said softly as he moved closer to you, “all I know is that I’m in love with you. This felt right.”

You felt the twisting in your stomach as he said those words; not because you didn’t want to hear them, but because you were so excited to hear him finally say it. You had been holding back on using the “L” word for some time now, wondering if it would be too soon to say it to him. Now, you had confirmation that both of you felt the same way. It might be early on in your relationship, but you were both already there. You loved him and he loved you and it didn’t matter if this relationship was new; you were certain you had always loved each other.

“I love you too,” you replied.

You reached out to take his face in your hands, leading him toward you for a kiss. He kissed you gently at first, taking care to let you lead.

The gift was nice, you really did love it. But, more than anything, you were so happy to be at this point with him. You were content with just hearing him say those words to you.

After the kiss ended, and you pulled away, Rob made sure to help you put the necklace on. You touched it with your fingertips, still feeling so happy.

“Thank you,” you said again. “This means so much to me.”

“I’m glad you like it,” he replied.

“I’m never going to take it off.”

You turned to face him again, this time wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you looked into his eyes.

“I won’t argue with that,” he grinned. “But, maybe we could take off everything else, because I haven’t seen you in over a week and I really fucking missed you.”

“Well,” you said flirtatiously, “you did promise me that follow-up gift.”

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[rayinberkeley]

“Why Hasn’t Biden Done Our Jobs for Us???” Yells Fauxgressive Senators

PA fight with an unexpected opponent today: Mueller She Wrote.

Look, you want your loans forgiven. Okay fine. But really really wanting something and thinking deep down in your heart that you deserve it because you’re a good person and really special (your mommy even said so!) isn’t going to magically make it happen.

We have a Constitution. It has ways things have to be done. And right now this little fight where Schumer and Warren and Bernie and the Squad keep self-righteously tweeting the whole “Today would be a great day for Biden to wipe out student debt with a flick of a pen!” are the very motherfuckers who need to write the fucking bill. Because his promise was to sign a bill if it hits his desk.

And they don’t want to do the work.

So today Warren did it again, and the fight began:

And here comes Mueller She Wrote, except Stupid She Tweeted:

The link above is from Forbes (don’t worry, she’ll make that an issue in a real mature way in a moment. Biden Will Cancel Student Loans for Millions of Borrowers, but Congress Hasn’t Passed Any Legislation. The thing is, I can’t help it if the media by and large, especially left-leaning media like she no doubts loves, wants so badly to believe this “flick of the pen” vanishing act is possible. Seems Forbes gets it. A point I later make...

...using my other account when she inevitably blocks me! Oh shit, spoiler alert... she’s gonna block me. And not just me.

But but but he did it for ME, she lies:

And here it is.......

So we’re “uneducated” eh? Insert tweet from second account here, cuz that’s when I said that. Anyways, enter friends who say it all way better than I ever could:

And for full validation, even calls me outright here:

Precisely. When I said he only was able, from the executive branch, to enforce already existing methods of forgiveness, I meant it. I have someone very dear to me who is disabled and I am helping him learn what he needs to declare Total and Permanent Disability, or TPD, so he can have his taken care of. 

Thankfully this is where she, knowing the facts of the situation, saw reason and came to her senses, apologizing for being insulting and short with me.

You know I’m kidding, right? Of course she didn’t.

Yep, blocked him too. And in came another friend:

She of course did not answer, so he challenged her claim that Biden cancelled her loans by executive order, vindicating both of us:

Sorry folks, but it isn’t going to be done that way. It’s going to be done if those so called progressive heroes in the Legislature stop bitching at Biden to do his job for him, and does their fucking job. And they won’t. And I have to wonder why the fuck these people want to sabotage Biden to give us another four years of Trump?

Oh and don’t eeeeeeeeven try to tell me you got more under Trump. Some rose-emoji super-Lefties are telling me Trump at least stopped student loan payment! But no, that started by Democratic controlled Congress, and has continued on through the entirety of Biden’s presidency. Although Biden isn’t the one who turned that virus loose onto the world. That was Trump.

Anyways, you see my Twitter username? I changed it to that after this exchange. During the entire exchange it read: Ray: LET’S GO DARWIN! but I couldn’t resist. And I even made my most popular tweet-joke yet, I think:

So get it straight. No matter what sources try to tell you, no how much you really really want it, or how much you wish upon a star, power of the purse belongs to Legislative Branch alone, and they are the ones you need to be yelling at.

And Biden only promised to sign it when they put it on his desk.

UPDATE:

So, a lot of people stormed in and dragged her. She called them all idiots:

Maudi63 is right. It cannot. It was pointed out to her that the Executive Order she claims was responsible for the removal of her student loans is part of.......

PSLF stands for Public Service Loan Forgiveness, which was something Congress had already approved, and Biden simply reinstated after Trump’s rewording took it away from many people. And that includes something called TPD, Total Permanent Disability discharge.

You may recall I speculated above that her loans were probably taken off for TPD, because my joke was she’s Totally and Permanently Disabled from understanding what the fuck she’s talking about (the joke was implied).

She denies this, of course:

But we did demand the receipts of her discharge, and the dumb thing posted the letter!

Problem though...... 

Yep! She just told on herself! Then she denied even that...... KHive always brings the receipts......

And Candidy posted the very exchange:

Yes, TPD, part of PSLF was a program already established by Congress. She’s demanding a “flick of the pen’ to cancel loans by new legislation that isn’t.

Point, set, match, GAME! But she’s too dumb to realize she just lost this.

Anyway, just to fuck with her:

Additional kudos goes to @EGettier Catalina School Bonds for posting this excellent thread showing how much of the progressive media is duped into thinking this foolish idea there’s a loophole that would allow Biden to just cancel any loans he wants to. It’s not true. It’s self-contained within the confines of the statue they’re pointing to, not giving him such carte blanche for all loans.

This one is wrapped up quite tight and she just won’t admit it. She just blocks anybody proving her wrong.

Yeah, @DearDean22 was blocked by her too, and I’m more than certain my second account will be as well.

Don’t fucking come for me.

Second Update:

After several people told her to just take the loss and admit she was wrong, the  same woman who insisted Biden be able to forgive EVERYBODY the same way hers were (which, remember, was not by executive order).....

.....and doesn’t care if you really need it or not.....

.....has now moved the goalpost. Now she says all she was saying is she hoped Biden could do it. Oooooooh, okay.

But admitted she was wrong? Still not yet. Of course not.

Funniest moment of the entire thing: THIS POST

I see what you did there!

[contemplatingoutlander]

If Sam had a 📔 diary, yesterday’s (12.11.17) entry might sound like this...

December 11, 2017. Sam is on a flight leaving Glasgow airport. He is writing on his iPad diary/ journal app:

Dear Diary,

It’s the start of the holiday break--YESSSSSS!!! So great to have some free time to do what I want...🍺🗻⛷🍺

Well, it’s great and it’s not. Life used to be soooooo simple. I used to go on holiday and I could just relax and not worry about being recognized and having EVERY LITTLE THING I DO PUT UNDER A MICROSCOPE.

Those were the days... 

Of course someone spotted me at the Glasgow airport and all sorts of wild scenarios are now being bandied about by fans. The shippers have me #somarried with Cait, taking a flight to London or Ireland or both. The Data Lounge guys are convinced I’m going to have a private rendezvous with some random dude or that I will be going on holiday with my “boyfriend” (whomever they think that is this week). And the NBC’s or whatever they call themselves now are saying I’m flying to LA or NYC or Norway--Norway!-- to be with MacKenzie. 

It’s going to be a busy holiday if I do ALL those things! I’m exhausted just thinking about it!

I’m sure some of them have already tracked down every flight that left Glasgow  to figure out where I might be going. They will draw out trajectories and pinpoint my location based on the flight schedules and when I am on and off social media. I swear some of these women should work for MI6! 

Hmmmm...MI6...I can dream, can’t I? It would be soooo great if I could play 007 🔫🔫...maybe after TSWDM airs...but I digress.

Yeah they laughed when I said I wanted to go to Antarctica--the only place I know where you can’t stream Outlander. Although with my luck when I finally go there they will start streaming and I’ll have to take selfies with penguins. 🐧🐧🐧🐧 (Hey the penguin emoji is cool! Note to self: figure out something you can tweet later where a penguin emoji would be appropriate.)

Just ONCE I’d like to have a holiday where I don’t have to ask all my friends and relatives to be careful about what they say or don’t say on social media. Even when Luke was trying not to say anything one way or the other they still ended up believing that the poker game post was a bachelor party! 

Which reminds me...if I hear ONE MORE TIME that Cait and I are getting married or having a baby I’m going to scream! And some of the fans are now starting to say the same crap about me and MacKenzie. At this rate I’m going to be a bigamist with a dozen kids! 

Just ONCE I’d lIke to celebrate the holidays without the woman I’m dating being bullied on social media!  BTW what was up with those women last year with MacKenzie and the Christmas tree? They threw FITS because they could see the outline of her ass under her nightgown! Big fucking deal! If I had posted a photo of myself buck naked with my ass hanging out trimming a tree only wearing a Santa hat the SAME women would have squeeeed and thanked me for making their Christmas so special. SMH

And what’s up with some fans’ fascination with my butt anyway? I feel like half my fans are Tina from Bob’s Burger’s! 

Okay, this Tina gif is pretty cool...No, no, NO!  Note to self: don’t tweet about butts. Forget that idea. That’s a TERRIBLE idea!

I think I’m starting to lose it! Between the fake sightings, the real sightings, the scouring of my friends’ and relatives’ social media, the blurry photos, and the overanalyzing of everything I tweet, I’m never going to have any privacy!

I wonder how much it would cost to get a last minute flight to Antactica? 🐧🐧🐧🐧🐧

Love those penguins...🐧🐧🐧🐧🐧

ADDENDUM 12.20.17: This is a parody of many of us in the fandom–including myself. Hopefully we can all smile at ourselves. My apologies to Sam Heughan.

Special thanks to My Wise Friend who inspired this series.

[seblaine-rph]

do you think Heather Morris should be banned in Glee rps and alternative fcs for Brittany used? I thought she apologized for the tweets regarding her defense of M*rk but at the same time idk what's the right thing to do?

HeMo? No, I don’t think she should be banned. I hadn’t even heard that anything had happened, but upon taking a quick spin around Google I’ve got the details. Someone posted on Twitter about the Glee Christmas album and they put the vomit emoji over Mark Salling’s face. Kevin McHale retweeted it to talk about the album, but when HeMo saw it she called it offensive. She then apologized profusely the next day, explaining why she had made the remark.

"To all those who felt triggered by my message, I want to sincerely apologize for the harm I caused. Whether you, a friend, a family member has been a victim of pedophilia, I realize my words may have been insensitive to your experience and for that I can't express enough how sorry I am."

The people that are mad at HeMo for what she said are completely valid, pedophilia is an unforgivable offense. I think that everyone has to remember that HeMo has feelings too. When she apologized, she agreed that pedophilia is an unforgivable offense but she also said that she was having a tough time mourning after Naya’s death and she asked to be given some space in her healing. Space as in allow her to grieve. She’s having a hard time mourning Naya’s death, she was one of the first people out there to look for her and we all saw he optimism turn into grief. What I think happened is, she saw the pic of Mark like that and it made her feel bad because it reminded her that Mark is dead, which reminded her that Naya is dead, which reminded her that Corey is dead, and none of that is “a vomit emoji” to her. Those are her memories of her on-screen family and we all saw how close they were while they were filming, and even afterwards. We ate it up. But we forget that these are real people. All of that super sweet comradery was real, so death is going to hit hard. I think that her reaction to the vomit emoji was less about Mark and more about feeling like her friendships and the deaths of her family was nothing more than performative art for the public to consume however they choose, even if that means making a joke out of it all. I mean, listen to her own words:

"I don't feel the need to ever justify something because somethings are better left unsaid. Y'all who have lots of things to say, I get it, I UNDERSTAND you … some things are unforgivable. But this holiday season, amongst ALL holiday seasons is INCREDIBLE hard for so many of us. We did not loose just 2 cast members, we lost 3. And it is SO incredible tough to have to act like that 3rd one is invisible, because even though his actions are unjustifiable, he was a part of our family at one point and he was mentally SICK. Yes pedophelia is a sickness but … Although I don't want to have to say all that, its truthful. So THANK YOU for treated me with such disrespect and unkindness during a time that I can't get through a day without balling my eyes out at the loss of my entire Glee family … thank you."

Mark’s death isn’t the one that’s fresh, it isn’t the one that this is about, it’s just the trigger. And I’m not really sure why we’re surprised that she was triggered into thinking about the deaths of her two friends when the death of a third was brought up. She might look like Aphrodite, but Heather Morris is not a Goddess. She is human. This is a situation where humans need to take a minute to stop and understand the pain and anguish of another human. If three people died, the mention of one person dying will remind you of all three. She’s allowed to be sad because people mention Mark and it reminds her of her own loss and those other two friends of hers. I don’t see it as a defense of Mark at all, she said herself that what he did was unforgivable in all of her tweets, even the ones people are mad about. It’s obvious that she’s just tired of having her personal grief used for comic relief and entertaining drama. She’s not saying that what Mark did is forgiven or pushed aside, she’s not saying anything about Mark at all. She’s asking for people to allow her to grieve the loss of what feels to her like her entire Glee family. She’s asking people to be considerate of her while Naya’s death is so fresh, that’s what she means by, “but this holiday season, amongst ALL holiday seasons is INCREDIBLE hard.” 

People put character death on the trigger list all of the time because the mention of one person dying triggers their thoughts of another. I knew someone who’s parents died that put parental death on their trigger list. We’re allowing roleplayers to ask people to respect their triggers but because HeMo is a celebrity, she can’t ask for that same respect in the same year that her best friend died? 

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Masika Kalysha Calls Off Engagement Weeks After Getting Engaged, Says Fiancé Tried To ‘Extort’ Her

“Growing Up Hip Hop: Atlanta” star Masika Kalysha calls off her engagement to her fiancé Jamar Champ a week after celebrating at their engagement party. Oh? She claims he tried to make a quick come up off of her via extortion! More inside…

From drunk in love, to getting engaged four months later, only to call it all off weeks after celebrating the engagement with family and friends.

”Growing Up Hip Hop: Atlanta” star Masika Kalysha has called off her engagement to her fiancé Jamar Champ. Following the Christmas holiday, Masika revealed on her IG Stories that she was engaged!

God is so good.

— Masika Kalysha (@masikakalysha) December 27, 2020

She tweeted “God is good” with the engagement ring emoji after she made the announcement on her IG Stories. At first, she kept her man a secret, leaving fans wondering who had wifed her up. Soon after, she revealed her man on her IG Stories.

After she unmasked him, she opened up about their relationship. Jamar asked her to marry him just four months after they started dating. However, they’ve known each other the past 10 years, but she curved him most of the time.

"Met my fiancé 10 years ago. Curved him for 97% of those 10 years," she tweeted (and deleted). "Been dating for 4 months. He asked me to marry him 4 days ago. Last night I asked him what made you so sure after only 4 months of dating? He said I knew 10 years ago, on the day I met you that I was gonna marry u."

Last week, Masika and Jamar celebrated their engagement with family and friends in Houston. Here’s a clip of the couple with Masika’s 4-year-old daughter Khari Barbie (whom she shares with rapper Fetty Wap) leaving their hotel on their way to the engagement party:

@masikakalysha you deserve every positive thing that has entered your life. I wish you a lifetime of love, prosperity, & happiness. #TheChampsAreHere pic.twitter.com/JKPVD9jCh3

— $uella De’ Vil (@xoJayneDo) January 17, 2021

Now, there’s trouble in paradise.

In a lengthy Instagram caption, the former “Love & Hip Hop: Hollywood” star announced she and Jamar were calling off their engagement. She said after knowing him for 10 years In a lengthy statement uploaded to Instagram, she explained that Champ wasn’t the man she thought he was. She said Jamar was trying to use her for his own personal gain and that he tried to extort her!

“After much thought and careful consideration, along with some unfortunate findings, I have made the difficult decision to call off my engagement,” she wrote. “As a public figure I am aware that I am not entitled to the privacies most people would have. Because of this realization, I go the extra mile to ensure the privacy, safety and security of my family, loved ones and intimate relationships.”

”Unfortunately the man I intended to spend my life with has misused me behind closed doors and continues to use me publicly to gain attention off of my name and to my detriment. This is where I draw the line.”

”I truly thought (after a ten year friendship) I knew this person. We genuinely love and care for each other, unfortunately when you are a public figure love does not cover a multitude of sins. After doing my due diligence I uncovered a Pandora’s box of findings that left me questioning everything I thought I knew about this person. I confided in him, I thought he was my best friend, partner and confidant; but instead he was trying to come up at my expense and extort me. In a desperate attempt to disguise the skeletons in his closet that I found, he used my past trauma as a weapon against me,” she continued.

The reality star said she was hesitant about putting their relationship on social media, but she did it “to extinguish my former partner’s insecurities; inadvertently creating a monster.”

In the caption of the IG post, she wrote, “Please keep me and my princess in your prayers we are both.”

Check it:

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                      A post shared by Masika Kalysha (@masikakalysha)

She also posted on Twitter: 

That pain hit different at night especially when you did everything right

— Masika Kalysha (@masikakalysha) January 23, 2021

"That pain hit different at night especially when you did everything right," she tweeted.

When Masika first made the announcement, her unbothered ex-fiancé posted some shady subliminals about women being gold diggers and grown women who act like “little girls”:

Once he let his petty die down, Jamar changed up his tune and ended up apologizing to Masika. He now seemingly wants to make it right with her:

No word from Masika just yet.

Recently, Masika posted up some promo flicks of herself still wearing her engagement ring:

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It’s possible the pictures were taken before the breakup, but we noticed her hair is the same as it is in this video she shared from her kitchen recently. She had her engagement ring on in the video as well:

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                      A post shared by Masika Kalysha (@masikakalysha)

It was all good a week ago:

Do you think she’ll take him back?

Photos: Masika's IG/Jamar's IG

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Jimin 1

I tried to finish this as soon as possible because Jimin’s birthday passed and October is almost over. A little halloween spirit and very slight jealous Jimin, very little. Also, if you haven’t noticed, my stories seem to be going very slow. I’m a person who likes the little things but if you want things to start happening, let me know! I’ll probably start making things moves faster lol sorry. Enjoy!

CHAPTER 7

BIRTHDAY WISH

Finally, it was Jimin’s birthday. You had no idea what the boys planned nor did you know if you were even part of the surprise. They were at the dance studio practicing their upcoming single so you weren’t needed at the moment. Suddenly you got a call from BTS’s manager.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah? Do you need me to come in?” you ask.

“Yeah, but first can you get some halloween costumes for the guys? We will film their annual halloween dance practice.” he says.

You arrive at the studio with a box full of costumes that the fans would hopefully enjoy. You hand it to your and she distributes the costumes. You didn’t have time to greet the members because a coworker pulls you to sit with her while the boys left to change. You sat watching them mess around and when the filming was over, so was practice. Everyone cleaned up and shared how excited they were to have the rest of the day off. One by one, everyone started to leave. You were the last one to leave and lock up the room. Since you brought the costumes, you had to put them back. As you locked up and walked down the hallway, you hear someone calling you over.

“Psst! Y/N!” someone whispers.

“Namjoon?” you ask as a door opens and someone pulls you in quickly. All the members and staff were there, except for Jimin.

“Where’s Jimin?” they ask.

“Oh, I don’t know. I thought he left?” you answer.

“Well, if he’s still here can you distract him? Take him out or whatever, just wait until Sung Deuk hyung calls him back.” Namjoon explains.

With that, Namjoon pushes you back out the door and mouths, “thank you”. You roll your eyes at him but you were happy you were part of the surprise. So, you head to the costume room and drop off the costumes. As you were organizing them, you hear the door open. You turn and find Jimin smiling at you, sweating under his hoodie.

“Hey! Happy birthday!” you happily greet him.

“Thank you.” he chuckles and walks into your hug. He then grabs a hanger and helps you put the clothes away.

“What are you doing here?” you ask.

“Everyone left and I’m not sure where my manager went. Then I saw you walk in here so I followed you.” he answers.

After putting away all the costumes, Jimin walks you to the lobby. You thank him for helping him and just as you were about to say bye, you remembered what Namjoon told you to do. So you decide to obey and take Jimin out.

“Hey, if you don’t have anything to do, would you like to go somewhere? On me! I owe you a gift, remember?”

“Sure! Let me just text hyung.” he responds.

Jimin and you walk to the parking structure and you unlock your car. He sits in the passenger seat as you put your stuff away in the back. You suggested to go to a haunted house for the October spirit. You weren’t into stuff like that but you really wanted to try it out at least once. You also thought Jimin was into scary stuff but boy were you wrong.

You arrived at the haunted house and texted Namjoon where you were. It took us 20 minutes to get here and these things take about an hour a half, so you thought that was enough time for the members to finish doing whatever they were doing. You both got your glow in the dark wristbands and waited in line.

“So haunted house huh?” Jimin asks.

“Yeah, I know. I just really wanted to try it out! Recording you guys dance in your costumes made me so excited for halloween. So I wanted to do this before they close.” You explain.

He just chuckles at you and asks, “do you like scary stuff?”

You respond with a shy smile and say, “not really. I’m such a baby but I want to try this.”

Jimin appreciates you being honest but respects you for trying to be brave. He couldn’t help but smile at you. Jimin was honestly scared but he didn’t want to worry you so he tried to act brave as well. The line was getting shorter and soon it was your turn to go. Jimin entered first and you couldn’t help but grab Jimin’s arm. He was ahead of you but your gesture made him pause. He looked at you with a sweet smile and grabs your hand instead.

You walk in together and enter a third room and it was pitch black. You couldn’t see anything and the air was very cold. You grabbed Jimin’s arm with your other hand held on to him very tightly. He led you to another room. This time, there was fog. There were shadows everywhere and this time Jimin pulled you in closer. He let go of your hand and put his arm around you so you hugged him from his side. At this moment you look up at him and notice fear in his eyes. He looked down at you and smiled a little. This made you chuckle because he was trying so hard to act brave. Something popped up and you guys screamed and turned around. There was a clown suddenly chasing you guys so you both ran out screaming, hand in hand. You walked out a door and made it out, letting go of his hand. Both you and Jimin started dying laughing. He stood up straight and walked closer to you.

“Good job! We did it.” he says as he pulls you into a hug.

“Thanks haha, we did it,” you smile into his shirt, “Wanna get something to eat?”

Jimin responds with a nod as he checked his phone. He had 3 missed calls from his manager and 5 texts from the members asking him where he was. He opened a text from Jin and it read, “dude, where are you? Manager hyung called all of us wondering where you were. He found your wallet at the practice room.” The rest of the texts were about the same thing. He panicked and reached in his pockets. His wallet wasn’t there.

“Hey, I’m sorry. We have to go back to the studio.” he apologizes.

“No worries! It’s fine. We can go eat after?” you suggest.

As you head back to your car, you get a text from Taehyung. It read, “where did you guys go huh? *wink emoji*” he sends another text, “Namjoon hyung says to hurry. We’re all waiting.” You smile as you respond to Tae, letting him know you were on your way back. Jimin catches your smile.

“Who are you talking to?” you ask.

“Oh, Taehyung was asking if I knew where you were.”

The car ride was silent. Jimin was kind of jealous. He couldn’t stop thinking about the way you were smiling when you were texting Taehyung. First of all, why was he texting you? Were you guys texting buddies? How did he even get your number? Jimin couldn’t stop thinking about how close you and Taehyung have gotten. Jimin didn’t even have your number.

You finally arrive back at the building. You both walk up to room and you text Taehyung that you guys have arrived. The lights were on in the room and you laugh when you see it turn off. “How slick” you thought to yourself. You look over to Jimin and find him looking at the floor. You were glad he didn’t catch it but you couldn’t help but notice how sad he looked. You stop at the door and make him face you.

“Hey, are you ok?” you ask.

Jimin looks up at you and makes a panicked face, “oh yeah, sorry! I’m a little tired.” he lies.

“Are you sure? You don’t look tired. Is something bothering you? Come on, it’s your birthday! The birthday boy shouldn’t be sad. I won’t let that happen.”

He smiles at you, “I’m a little jealous,” he confesses, “I didn’t know the other members had your number. I thought we were close but you were already in texting terms with everyone else.”

You smile at him and just as you were going to respond, your phone lights up. You both look at it and it was a text from Namjoon. Jimin looks down again and you roll your eyes at the timing. You open it up and it read, “where are you!! You said you were here????” Instead of responding, you pull Jimin in the room with you. Just as Jimin was going to turn on the lights, you point him in the direction of a little light at the corner of the room. The members were holding up a cake with the candles lit.

“Happy birthday to you~” everyone sang. Jimin’s eyes disappeared when he smiled. He grabbed his phone and started recording everyone singing happy birthday. After he made a wish and blew out the candles, you went over to turn on the lights. When you turned, a cake war was happening. Before you could even move, you were attacked by a very hyper Taehyung. Your nose and left cheek had white frosting smeared all over it. You wouldn’t let that slide so you grab a chunk of frosting and chase Taehyung. As you finally got him, you plunged your cream-filled hand in his face. You were laughing so hard and caught Jimin at the corner of your eye. You calmed yourself down and walked back over to him.

“Surprise!” you say as you lick off the remaining cream on your index finger.

“Surprise to you too!” Jimin says.

Confused, you look up at him and he slides his index finger down your forehead. He is amused as he watches your reaction.

“Wow! You are so lucky you’re the birthday boy.” you yell at him.

Everyone finally settles down. The members took many pictures to post on their twitter. Each member then begins to tweet their birthday tweets out to Jimin. He sits next to you and asks you to take a photo of him. You take one and help him think of what to say to his international fans. Another english lesson was taking place while everyone else was minding their own business. The night grew darker and everyone decided to get some rest. After cleaning up, everyone went their separate ways.

You washed yourself up. Your face was so sticky. As you were washing your face, you looked at your reflection and paused where Jimin touched. You caught yourself smiling and tried to calm yourself. That boy. You were wondering how and why he was making you feel butterflies. This was so wrong. You worked for him. That wasn’t enough to stop you from what you were going to do. You put on the sweater Jimin let you borrow that one time. You keep forgetting to return it.

As you laid in bed, you grabbed your phone. You looked at a miss call from an unfamiliar number. You clicked on it and typed a message.

“Happy birthday! Hope you had an great time.” you sent.

“Who’s this?” the number responds.

“You could’ve just asked for my number, that’s how everyone else got it.” you respond.

“Y/N? How did you get my number?” Jimin responds.

“When you asked me to take your picture, I called my phone with your phone haha.”

“Wow! Anyways, yeah I had a great time today. Thank you for today! My birthday wish came true. Have a good night, sweet dreams!” he texts back.

“By the way, I wished that you would give me your number LOL ok bye” he sends again.

You tried so hard to stay calm but you just couldn’t. The butterflies came back again. You responded once more to say good night. You didn’t want to be annoying or seem clingy the first time you guys text. So you put your phone away and went to sleep, inhaling the rest of his scent in his sweater.

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