#cyber stalkers are fucking great

[inklore]

🩸 — 𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍!

since the spooky season is fast approaching, and as a little kinktober appetizer, @psychedelic-ink and i have decided to do a little writing challenge to get us all excited and in the mood to be gripping the sheets from the spooky thrills of course.

and to keep this fun we have given you many many options! we have compiled a twelve day prompts list you can go by, or if that's not your thing we have listed twenty three different pick and choose options to create whatever kind of fic you want, even if you want to do half the days daily prompts but switch out this prompt dialogue for that au or trope or kink, you can literally do whatever your heart desires!

THE RULES.

the challenge will go on from the 19th - 30th of this month. you can do as many or as little amount of days as you choose.

any fandoms are welcome, literally any characters, ships, but please no rpf.

no minors should be interacting with let alone posting for this challenge.

dark content, light content, dubcon/noncon, is all welcomed but please tag everything accordingly. grooming, underage, and incest however are not allowed.

there are no word limits but please use that readmore.

tag #hauntedhoedown so we can read and reblog your work!

DAY ONE: taboo au + "i'll be your dirty little secret, if that's what you're into."

DAY TWO: murder plot au (lets kill this person together) + "crawl to me"

DAY THREE: inspired by your favorite lana del rey song (if not a lana fan then any fav song of yours) + stalker / yandere au or love triangle gone wrong

DAY FOUR: artificial intelligence au + "here, you are. you tiny thing."

DAY FIVE: gothic au + “worship me. until i tell you to stop.” + a masquerade au or a good ol' priest au

DAY SIX: animal shapeshifter au + "he's a monster" + "he's perfect"

DAY SEVEN: stranded au or slasher / summer camp au + sex in the woods or somewhere public (added bonus if it includes knife, blood, hunter x prey kink)

DAY EIGHT: cosmic horror au + "you're a fucking nightmare. kiss me."

DAY NINE: “do you like it when i bleed for you?” + the toxic exes trope or cult au

DAY TEN: zombie apocalypse au + "every moment might be our last, let's make the most of it."

DAY ELEVEN: black swan au or inspired by your fav psychological thriller + “they die for love, you kill for it.”

DAY TWELVE: vampire court au + "forever isn't long enough for me to forgive you."

if following the above isn't your thing and you want to pick and choose yourself that's great! we also highly rec this random generator if you wanna live life by the edge, each category has 23 options to pick and choose from so customize the generator accordingly!

AUs:

steampunk / cyber punk

fairytale retelling

revenge

mythology / monster

virtual reality

gothic

taboo (see great options here)

slasher

game gone wrong

witchcraft

addams family

bonnie and clyde

spy / secret agent

assassins

x-files

circus / carnival

hitch hiking

basement wife

time travel

urban legend(s)

american horror story inspired

vampire / supernatural

pirate / mermaid

DIALOGUE PROMPTS:

"do you like when i touch you like this? i can keep going if you want me to."

"i can see how badly you want this, so i'm going to make sure you get it." 

“this fear you feel? it won't last.”

“you are mine, whether you agree or not.”

“why do you keep following me?”

"i can't stop thinking about how perfect we would be together."

"you're not actually scared are you? of me?"

"i'm so close, can you feel it?"

"tell me what you want me to do and i'll do it, no matter the cost."

"you're like a sickness, a disease, and the only way for me to be cured of you is to let you completely consume me until my body has no fight left."

"i want to see you bleed."

"they're dead...because of you."

“i will keep hurting. i will keep killing. anything to protect you.”

“everything i've done.. every horrible atrocity, it's been for you.”

"it's just a little blood."

“don't you know how sick with love i am for you?”

“i would burn the world for you.”

"this is so fucked up." "you like it."

"finders keepers."

"what's your favorite scary movie?"

"tell me you want me back. tell me i'm forgiven."

"you're a monster." "that's never stopped you before."

"i've killed for you, who else can say that?"

TROPES:

mob / mafia

soft!dark

dubcon / noncon

soulmate / fated mates

mind control / telepathy

cheating

final girl

once is not enough

haunted manor

dark academia

enemies to lovers

haunted object

vengeful ghost

coven

ritual / sacrifice / blood magic

unrequited love

creation / creator vs monster

'i'll find you in every universe / century'

reverse harem

cursed / fuck or die

curiosity killed the cat

theatre phantom

fate worse than death

KINKS:

biting

corruption / authoritarian

somnophilia

begging

dacryphilia

breath play

knife play / blood play

jealousy / sharing / possessive

aphrodisiacs

hunter / prey

humiliation / degradation

mirror sex

deprivation / immobilized / bondage

costume

size

orgasm denial / overstimulation / edging

body worship

shotgunning / swallowing / facial

gagging

torture / surrender

hate sex / make up sex / phone sex

magical healing [redacted]

soft!dom / pleasure!dom

ETC PROMPTS:

a summer fling gone horrible wrong, or right

1970s porno filming (turned into a blood bath)

touch her and die except who the hell are you and why are you obsessed with me?

a trip to the circus (or carnival) ends with you stuck there...forever

you just inherited this creepy mansion where people where murdered what could go wrong?

a ritual gone wrong and now i'm bound to a demon

if 'this person' ever found out about this they would kill both of us (literally)

oh no i'm dating the town serial killer

passionate professor tells me to prove my devotion to the craft / class by doing something insane

we're the last people on the planet and you will be mine

daydreaming about being with you is better than actually being with you because i missed all the red flags and now it's too late

i got casted out of my world and ended up wounded and bloodied in your backyard, convince me why i shouldn't destroy your world out of anger

vampire has a taste for specific blood and looks like you have it

the creepy neighbor is too hot to be insane, right?

i keep seeing them in my dreams and i wake up with bruises and marks on my skin, it's definitely just wild dreams, right?

loving you is easier than hating you

got stranded in some little town that seems so cute, until night hits

'this person' ordered me to kill you but i actually think i'm in love with you

my lover is wearing the same costume as you and i can't tell the difference but i'm pretty sure it's them i'm fucking in this closet...pretty sure

confessing to a murder via a silly little ghost story around a campfire (but someone reads through the lies)

how far would you go for love? for the one you love?

in a past life you were the cause of my death so i'm here to exact revenge now that i've found you

we're at a fun little horror movie reenactment except people are really dying

we tried to make this writing challenge as fun and very 'choose your own adventure-like' as much as possible because we know how hard it is to stay motivated when doing these things.

so please feel free to use any and all of the prompts, tropes, kinks, etc as you wish. we're just super excited to see what ya'll come up with!!

so good luck and stay slutty spooky <3

[empty-devils]

im frustrated

last fall a guy i didnt know was suddenly a part of my normal friend group here in town, met him at RT related events (joel show specifically) and if my friends met him before those i was unaware of it, thats where i met him. real talk i was never super comfortable around him, but he didnt seem like a bad guy, just awkward, and i tried to make myself act naturally around him and not make things weird or awkward but i was still really never comfortable around him fastfoward into the new year, hes a part of our dnd group, we’re hanging out as a group semi-regularly, im still doing my best to not act awkwardly around him and treat him like i do anyone else, its extremely obvious he has a crush on me despite me not at all subtly around thanksgiving expressing that i have zero interest in dating anyone or being in relationships at all atm, (also random uncomfortable things like making plans for me before i even agree to anything and just moving forward with them but like, friend, i dont even keep plans i make myself 90% of the time) BUT... basically i have a depressive episode, post about it here on tumblr, i wake up to DMs from him saying that he “happened” to be on my tumblr at a certain time and saw the posts and had excuses and was reaching out andddd on a hunch i checked my stats page and found that particular hit on my blog, and he’s been checking my tumblr almost hourly for moooooonths, i’d been seeing that hit, but i didnt know what it was and hoo boy it turned my general discomfort into WOW IM SUPER FUCKING UNCOMFORTABLE AND NOW DONT FEEL SAFE POSTING ON MY OWN BLOG due to rly bad past experiences and ?? so i made a post vaguely calling out this fact because i didnt want to confront him directly about it, since i wanted things to remain as normal as possible i just wanted him to back the heck off so i get FB messages from him saying that “hes sorry that hes broken” and his “brain gets stuck sometimes” and that he’ll never contact me again and not to tell our mutuals why he suddenly vanishes, and then messages our friends regardless later that day saying to them “ive been unintentionally cyber-stalking mk, im going to go to therapy and get help but i cant hang out with you guys anymore unless MK says its okay” which...holy shit dude, you are putting me in the position of being the bad guy when i am the one whos space was violated and was made super fucking uncomfortable i tell my friends i want things to be chill, i dont want it to be a big deal, we can still all do things, im sorry it escalated like this, i just want him to back off of me, and once he sorts his shit out things can be fine (there was a level of “im gonna be mia while i start therapy” in his messages to them) because i dont want to be the one fucking things up for people?? and theeEEEENNNN allie comes and visits and her first night in town suddenly i hear allie from the living room “uh that guy @’d me” since...she knew.. the situation..since it was a Thing that just happened. and the tweet was along the lines of “starting therapy on monday, too bad this situation means i wont get to meet @ allie while shes in town - i feel like we’d be friends” (or something, it was a chain, and i saw it briefly when allie showed me) and according to other friends had pretty much a tweet chain about how he likes to meet people and collect friends like pokemon? and like...drunk tweeting yes, but holy shit, and still more of this trying to make people feel bad for you when you’re the one who did the thing????? (also he messaged me again in this time frame) so i talked to our mutual friends about it since i didnt really know what to do since i was scared of burning this bridge, but the immediate response i got was “block him” so i did. i blocked him, and i messaged him and explained why i blocked him giving him the benefit of the doubt that he doesnt get that hes being really fucking manipulative in the situation, but like bruh ill put up with a lot of shit and discomfort directed at me, but involving allie made me draw the line (plus after how weird and clingy he got of me it made me really anxious to think of him around allie at all?? even before?? god) and he then texts our friends and is like “so i guess i fucked up even more,” and then told them he wasnt going to be talking to them anymore and to never message him again, so...that..was that.. but of course it wasnt, hes trying to make amends with them it seems, which is fine?? he did nothing to them, but whats getting to me now its one of those friends is messaging my new roommate about it instead of talking to me? and when she expressed “well im not comfortable with him” because..shes..like me..and nervous about dudes and especially nervous about dudes who have pulled shit like this, he was immediately defended and i just???? why cant situations ever actually be over??

im frustrated and stressed out and fully aware that my relationship w my other friends is probably gonna be pretty well damaged if they get back to being friends with him, since im already a homebody and would never be comfortable going out to environments where he is a part of the group and they know that so i just. wont. be included anymore? and that also means mason gets isolated? god i fucking hate this

also he still checks my blog and probably reading all of this too so thats great

[bitchassbucky]

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Word Count: 2.4k

Warning/s: stalkers, bucky being a creepo, reader being a creepo. dark!IT!bucky x dark!reader :-) female & male masturbation, voyeurism (i think), cyber crimes being committed.

A/N: this is my birthday gift to @babyboibucky <3 to my boo, I love you and you have a special place in my heart. this is gonna be a multi-part thing, it's too long to be considered as a one-shot, oops.

please enjoy! :D

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4:49 PM

Just 11 more minutes until he can pack his bags up for the weekend.

One new ticket - URGENT

Goddamn it.

Bucky pulled his earphones out in annoyance, just another office idiot who doesn’t know how to print A4 sheets. If the office were to be held hostage and printing out was the only thing that can save them, half of the floor would be dead.

The new name caught his eye, Y/N Y/L. A new hire, it seems like.

Subject: One new ticket - URGENT

Hi, this is Y/N, employee number 0008675309. I’m new here and was told to send a ticket for the equipment request.

Thank you and have a great weekend!

Oh, Bucky’s gonna have a great weekend indeed. Out of pure curiosity, he’s already pulled up your employee file. A cute smile to a cute name. His annoyance dispersing already, just by thinking of ways how he can spend time with you.

Hey, Y/N! Bucky types into the text field, Welcome to the company. I’m Bucky and I got assigned to help you get settled. Do you prefer having a desktop or a laptop? I’ve attached a form in this thread, send it to me once you’re done.

Have an awesome weekend too!

As much as he hates sending out chirpy emails, he can’t help but to smile when you immediately send a reply back.

Thanks, Bucky! So sorry for sending in the request super late. Got caught up with the onboarding. Is it okay if I use my laptop until we can get a unit to my place? PC or laptop is fine with me.

Best,

Y/N

Bucky fights off another smile, rubbing his hand over his stubbled cheek as he carefully types out a reply. Unlike other days, he doesn’t mind staying beyond 5 PM today. It’s not like he has other plans for his Friday night.

No worries, Y/N. He’s already loving your name. Happy to help!

Do you have your laptop with you? I can set it up before you go home for the weekend. I can probably send in the ticket to the guys so you can have your work equipment next week.

His deft fingers are dancing over his mechanical keyboard, clacking away while the clock ticks closer to the weekend.

A ping, another reply from you. You’re new, you’re still excited to make friends in the office. If you only knew how stupid they are, though.

Yeah! I have it on me right now. I actually work on the same floor, I can drop it off there right now.

Bucky glances around his office, looking for any reflective surface he can check himself on. He runs his hand through his hair, taming any stubborn locks that fell out of his low bun. His shirt hangs just right against his huge frame, his pants hugging his figure, accentuating his silhouette even more.

Just as the clock ticks 5:00, a soft knock raps against his door, “come in!”

You are cuter, prettier in person. Your perfume hits his nose and he’s floored—metaphorically.

“Mr. Barnes,” you say, your demeanor somewhat meek and shy. Well, of course, you are. Your frame is nothing against the hunk of the man who just stood up to greet you.

“Bucky.” He prompts, smiling. You reciprocated the smile, but you really weren’t sure what to expect. Maybe a scrawny little dude mousing away on a keyboard?

“Bucky, thank you so much for doing this. I know you’d rather get off of work since it’s Friday and all.”

He hums, taking your laptop in his hands. You notice the rings adorning his fingers—complementing his tanned skin tone and—it’s not appropriate to stare at a stranger’s hand.

Heat creeps up your face as he turns to look at the stickers stuck to your laptop, “you know, I like this band.” Bucky says, pointing to an old sticker, he carefully sets down your laptop on his workstation.

“They’re great,” you muse, taking a seat on a plastic chair by the door.

You take a gander around his small office. There was nothing out of the ordinary but the big black server blinking at the back, so why do you feel trapped?

“Sorry about the temp, we have to keep the room cold for the server in the back,” Bucky explains, noticing how your arms are crossed over your chest. The skirt you’re wearing isn’t doing you any better too.

You stammer out an it’s okay with a small smile.

Bucky worked on your computer quietly, using a USB stick to load all the applications you need to set up a temporary work account on your laptop. After a few minutes, he beckoned you to come here. You scoot over to his desk, rolling the chair forward and beside him. Not too close though.

“So, this note has all your generated passwords. Type those into the app when you first log in, then you can change it if you want to.” Bucky explains, the cursor idles on the screen. He tries not to get too close to you, to give you personal space. It’s a professional workplace after all.

“This app,” he drags a window, pulling up an application, “tracks your hours and your keystrokes. It’s company-mandated because managers want to micro-manage their people, I guess.” Bucky shrugs, his disdain showing through his voice. His tone shifting lower than what you’d expected.

“Sorry, I just hate their new protocol,” his face and voice softening as he looks at you, “it’s a total privacy breach if you ask me.”

You’d normally disagree but something tells you that maybe he’s got a point. Your breath hitched in your throat as he leans closer as if to whisper something, “this note right here? It’s a nifty thing, a little script so your computer doesn’t go to sleep when you’re away. It enables and disables your numlock pad so it counts as a keystroke.”

A smirk finds its place on your face, “well, that’s…something, isn’t it?”

Never in your life would you find yourself flirting with a co-worker but there’s something about Bucky that made you excited. Interested. Intrigued.

Bucky nods, rolling his chair away to fetch a pad of sticky notes. “Another thing from your friendly neighborhood IT guy,” he peels off a leaf and sticks it on your laptop’s built-in camera, “keep your cam covered.”

You give him a chuckle and a playful salute, “yes, sir.”

Bucky’s a modern man. He sees a pretty girl and he gets giddy. He talks to a pretty girl and he gets flustered. But you—you make him feel more than giddy and flustered. There was something familiar about you, and your eyes. Has he seen you before? Met you, even? No, that’s impossible—if he had met you before, he’d surely remember you.

It was 5:34 PM when he gave you your laptop back and sent in an urgent request for your equipment. While taking down the elevator to the lobby, Bucky gave you a few tips on how to ‘survive’ working in the office. According to him, as far as you go in on time and kept your head above the rumors, you’d do fine.

He asked about your first week and he told you about this joint near the building that serves the best burgers and fries.

You’ve got a good feeling that you just made your first friend.

—

The sun was already setting down when you pulled into your apartment’s parking lot. At the very last minute, you turned into a drive-through and got some food on the go. The side trip took out 10 minutes of your time but at least you dodged the awful traffic that was building up by the highway.

Along with your laptop bag and your food, you trudge up to your third-floor apartment. It wasn’t what you wanted—the windows faced the street, the screen door doesn’t lock all the way—but it’s the one you got. As long as it’s got four walls and a roof, right?

You slip out of your work clothes and into some comfy jammies after a rewarding shower; the sooner you can get your food heat up, the sooner you can eat, and drink and then go to sleep.

So while waiting for the microwave to beep, you pry open your laptop. You told Bucky not to shut it down after he worked on it as to not lose your work on another profile, which he understood.

The work account he set up greeted you, along with the bright pink sticky note he stuck to your webcam. That wasn’t real, was it? All those cautionary tales of hackers using webcams to peep on you. Maybe he’s just trying to scare you, like some kind of initiation. Without a second thought, you took off the sticky note. It was kinda annoying anyway.

Clicking the Log Out Work button, your personal account popped into the frame. Your opened apps and documents displaying themselves for you to use. You pulled up Spotify and clicked on the first playlist you saw—which happened to be your intimate playlist.

Sure, the Pavlov reaction is real because halfway through the first song, you already found yourself getting all hot and bothered. This one’s your favorite song too.

You groan in annoyance, your food’s no longer a priority.

Picking up the laptop from the table, you walk to your bedroom, not bothering to shut the door. You live alone, it’s fine. You put the laptop on its loudest setting, setting it on your desk and you plopped down on your bed, the pillows and the comforter pooling on one side.

Your room is illuminated by a streak of light from the street. Your curtains flowing softly with the breeze that just came in.

Glancing at your laptop, you remembered Bucky. How his office smelled when you first walked in. How he stood tall when he greeted you. How he smiled. Those goddamn rings of his.

Before you caught yourself thinking rationally, your fingers are already splayed even over your thighs, caressing the soft flesh of your legs.

Bucky’s smirk and his cologne finding purchase in your fogged brain. Thoughts of him pulling you aside into his office to fool around—voices above hushed whispers as your skin erupts in goosebumps, the chilled air of his office finding its way up to your spine.

Oh, fuck it.

You undress fast, flinging your shirt over your head, dropping it somewhere below the bed. The air in your room making your nipples hard and erect as you pinch them. You breathe out a sigh, the heat of the moment creeping up your torso.

The material of your panties dampening as you imagine yourself bent over his desk, your skirt bunched over your hips as he laps your sopping cunt. Bucky’s tongue exploring your folds up and over until your pussy’s a quivering mess of drool and spit.

Your fingers slip past the band of your underwear. Even you surprised yourself by how wet you are.

God, you met him once and he’s already inching his way into your mind.

But who could blame you? You’ve been all over his Facebook profile when you learned his name via the office’s organizational chart. The first time you saw him, walking around the office with a laptop in his hands, you already knew you wanted to at least formally meet him. A scroll on his page, you found a band that you could tolerate listening to. (They’re okay, just not your taste in music.)

A plan came to mind when your department head told the team that you can work from home from time to time—only if you agreed to use a work laptop, a company-owned one. Your manager advised you to put in the request as soon as you can, for you to secure a unit before the on-hand supplies dwindle.

Deliberately sending in the request late—way, way later—than what your manager told you just so you could pull up the ‘new hire’ card and act dumb.

And it looked like he bought it too.

The image of him fucking you quiet while he grabs you from behind played inside your mind like a memory—a vision. Of how his thick cock would fill you up until your pussy is clenching around him. Would he pinch your throbbing clit, making you squirm and cream around him?

Your fingers are compared nothing to his, that’s for sure. But it does the work for now.

A breathy moan comes out of your mouth as you play with your clit, your cunt dripping down wetness as you continue to fondle your tits.

His hands would make a great addition to your chokers.

Your toes curl and your breath quickens, the coil in the pit of your stomach tightening—white-hot heat creeping up your limbs.

Oh, fuck, Bucky!

—

His ears perked up as he heard you moaning his name.

Bucky was busy watching you enjoy yourself when he got caught in the moment and decided to enjoy himself too.

He was barely keeping himself behaved when you first walked into the floor wearing a button-up and slacks that accentuated your backside. Bucky wished he was the one who gave you the tour and know your name for the first time, but that was impossible—he was in the IT department.

So when he got the news that new hires will be given the chance to work from home, he hoped that he gets to be the one to help you set up.

He was losing hope by the time he got your request, he thought that you opt not to work at home but then there you were, sending him an apologetic email on a late Friday afternoon.

Of course, he happily obliged. He even set up himself a little virtual camp in the background of your computer just so he can continue spending time with you.

Just thinking about you is already making him hard again. Bucky already came in hot spurts of white as he watched you desperately undress earlier. What can he say—he was waiting for you to show your tits already. As such, he correctly guessed that you’d be annoyed with the glaringly bright sticky note he used to ‘cover’ your webcam with.

But seeing you fingerfuck yourself all alone just wasn’t enough for him, he has to have you all by yourself.

[fierceawakening]

I think the post I just made about my cyber stalker is why posts that say things like “there are no bad people” strike me as white lighter nonsense.

In one sense I guess it’s true. Dude COULD realize he’s cruel, get professional help, and over time threaten women less. But I ran into someone I’m pretty sure from writing style was Dude again online years later,, pulling the same twisted bs on another woman that he’d pulled on me, only worse—ranting about how she’s a bad mother and should have her kids taken away.

Improvement possible? Sure. Improvement likely? Hell no.

Bad people exist. Not because humans’ nature is immutable but because people don’t like changing, and find it tough, and often need the helping hand of a trained therapist to assist them in doing it, ESPECIALLY if they have a long standing pattern of disregard for or of hurting other people.

And bad people aren’t people we should kill or something. They deserve anything others deserve as a basic need. I’m pretty progressive so: housing, food, health care. Ubi, hell!

But what is okay is for people who don’t want to get hurt to avoid them. It’s true that isolation hurts humans, so if you shun them you’re doing some amount of harm. But that’s excusable, both because you get to protect yourself and because enabling makes it even harder for these people to understand that what they’re doing is unacceptable.

So… stopping stigma is good. Great even. I have labels of my own.

But if anyone tells you you can’t be suspicious of someone unless you have proof they’re neurotypical, because a neurotypical person can help it but a neurodivergent person can’t…

…”here are your food stamps, let me know if you need help with rent assistance programs, I’m gonna fuck off forever in all other circumstances,” is perfectly fine, and not “saneist.”

[evanescentform]

Taco Chance on Me | Shiloh & Taylor

A date, okay. No matter how many times Shiloh has gone on a date (and she’s not lacking experience), it’s always a little nerve-wracking. But what was the worst that could happen? Taylor seemed like a cool person anyway, so Shiloh wasn’t trying to get too nervous. After all, she’s made plenty of friends after going out for a bit. That was the beauty of being gay. Dating doesn’t work out? You still gain a new friend. Shiloh pulled up in her red Jeep as close to the docks as she could, having sent Taylor a message that she was nearby so she could meet her. Given that not many people were out, it wasn’t difficult to spot Taylor coming. Initial judgement, Taylor is more attractive in person than online. So far so good. She flashed her lights to get her attention, smiling when they met eyes. With no hesitation, she got out of the car. “Hey,” she greeted with a small wave as she walked over to the passenger side to open it up for Taylor. Shiloh’s smile was a little shy, still getting a feel of everything and getting comfortable around the other person.

Taylor felt a bit dirty about all this. She knew exactly what she was doing here. She didn’t have any malicious intent, definitely not, but she was definitely playing the field. Flirting left and right. Going on casual dates with people she barely knew and not making any sort of commitments. Eventually this would all probably catch up to her. But she needed something to take her mind off of Rhonda. So far it was working, but how long would it last? Taylor fixed her hair in her phone camera, not having a single mirror on her boat because what was the point, and then stepped off her houseboat into the dock, spotting the Jeep not far off flashing its lights. Taylor’s face broke into a smile when she got a look at Shiloh’s grin. “Sup?” She seemed excited, which was definitely a good sign. Tone was so hard to read over the Internet. Taylor couldn’t help but chuckle a little as Shiloh opened the passenger door for her, placing a hand on her bicep and squeezing it playfully. “What a gentleman. Do I get a hand kiss too?” she joked as she climbed in.

Taylor’s joke broke the ice between them and Shiloh gave a soft chuckle as she watched Taylor settle in the seat. “You might get more than that if you play your cards right.” Shiloh quipped, promptly shutting the door after, not leaving Taylor a chance to respond. Shiloh wasn’t a stranger to flirting---it was fun and once someone gave Shiloh the okay to flirt with them, she wasn’t going to pull back. Entering the car, she put on her seatbelt and began pulling back to turn around. “Alright, so do you know where to go or should I map it on my phone?” Shiloh glanced over at Taylor, eyes smiling as the car idled, waiting for directions. It’s not like anyone was out here anyway and Shiloh had yet to go onto the road. For good measure though, she looked around to double check, pushing her glasses with the tip of her finger. Nope. Not a soul.

Oh wow, Taylor liked this girl already. Bold words and a shut door to cut her off. She knew how to play the game. And that accent? It had Taylor smiling like an idiot already. As Shiloh climbed into the car, Taylor buckles her seatbelt as well. “It’s just a town over, actually. I’ll give directions.” She usually only had to look at a map once to get the lay of the land. She had an excellent sense of direction. “Pull out here and head towards Main Street, that’ll take us right outta town.” She bit her lip as they started off, stealing glances at Shiloh as she drove. The girl was very pretty. “How long have you been in White Crest?” she asked, just trying to fill the silence.

Shiloh took in the directions, beginning to enter Main Street. “I’ll be honest, I haven’t travelled much out of town. I’ve gone a few times to a nearby lumberyard, but it’s usually with my father driving.” She warned. “But… I trust you’ll be a good co-pilot?” Shiloh glanced over at Taylor, giving a small smirk. Returning her eyes to the road, she pursed her lips, thinking about the question. “I’ve been here for five years? Four. No wait..” She let out a chuckle, eyes squinting in an attempt to figure it out before giving up and shaking her head. “I already feel like I’ve been here forever. It’s great though, my parents are really happy here.” Given the state they were before they moved to White Crest, it has been nothing but a blessing since they moved. “Is it creepy I know you haven’t been here long?” Shiloh asked, looking at Taylor from the corner of her eyes.

Taylor readily returned the smirk as she relaxed into the passenger seat. “Oh I’m an excellent co-pilot and navigator. Don’t you worry.” She smiled at Shiloh’s profile as she turned to look at the road again. “Never gotten lost once in my whole life. That’s a fact.” Taylor listened as Shiloh spoke, leaning her elbow against the door as they headed out of town. “Are you happy here?” she asked a bit abruptly. And at Shiloh’s question, Taylor couldn’t help but chuckle herself. “Am I that obvious? Or do I got myself a cyber stalker?” she teased.

“Never? That’s impressive.” Shiloh complimented, genuinely impressed that she had never gotten lost. Shiloh knew if she drove too far away from White Crest she would undoubtedly get lost. She wasn’t familiar with the area who could blame her. Thank god for gps. Shiloh had to glance over at Taylor, wondering if she was teasing or asking for a real answer. Either way, it made her throat tighten up and she was happy to have the road distract her and keep her eyes away. “Yeah, I’m happy to be with my family.” Shiloh emphasized with a nod. It’s not where she thought she would end up, but she’s always wanted to visit the States so here she was. “I think I would have noticed you earlier if you had been.” Still keeping her eyes on the road, she still smiled. “...And I work with chatty clients who think they’re supposed to keep me company while I work. They like to gossip.” It was then Shiloh looked over and gave an apologetic shrug.

“Never, ever,” Taylor said, bragging just a bit now when she heard the impresses tone in Shiloh’s voice. “Always has an excellent source of direction, and my Dad’s a fisherman. Taught me out to navigate using the stars.” Taylor noted the non-answer she was given. Or at least, that’s what it sounded like to her. That twinge of unfulfillment edging in, but tucked deep down and out of sight. Or maybe Taylor was reading her all wrong. Equally as likely. She liked to inject stories and poetry where there was none. It was a bad habit sometimes. “Well, I’m glad you finally did notice me,” Taylor flirted cheekily, smiling down at her own knees. “Ah, that makes sense. I’ve overheard some people talking about ‘that crazy bitch living on her boat in the dead of winter’, so I’m not surprised I’m getting around town. And fuck, it’s only been like two months now.” Taylor let out a slightly frustrated sigh through her nose. “That’s the thing about small towns man. Everybody all up in your business. Don’t give you a chance to breathe.” She looked over at Shiloh apologetically in turn. “Not that I’m mad at you about it or nothing. I’m just saying.”

“Oh is he? How cool. I know a bit about how to fish. Not much though. Maybe you can show me sometime.” However Shiloh didn’t know how fishing and navigating went but maybe it had to do something with being on a boat. Shiloh realized then that she’s never been on a boat… For a moment Shiloh thought she had gotten Taylor upset and maybe she shouldn’t have said anything, but she was relieved to hear it straight from her mouth that she wasn’t. “I completely understand. I’m sure people said something when we moved in. Especially cause we inherited a distant relative’s company and home. I think people here are just looking for the next exciting thing. That’s why people get so crazy when the sky turns red or it starts raining fish.” Shiloh spoke as she continued on the road, having long left White Crest. “Are we close?” She asked, glancing over at Taylor.

“Oh, I’d love to. I’m always down for teaching someone how to fish. I’ll even stand behind you when I show you how to cast,” Taylor said. Wow, that was a swing and a miss. But she tried to play it off with a chuckle. She used to take awkward attempts like that to heart and let them embarrass her, but she’d since learned how to just let it roll off your shoulders. Well, mostly. “Oh, y’all inherited your place? That’s sick!” She chuckled again. “You’d think things were exciting enough with fish rain, yeah?” Taylor shook her head, honestly surprised when she could say, “Yeah, it’s right down here about a mile,” to Shiloh’s question. Had their conversation really made the time fly like that?

Shiloh let out a laugh at that able to picture it. It was cute and cheesy. Luckily for Taylor, Shiloh liked that. “Sounds like fun.” Shiloh never really went fishing until she moved here and just did it based on what her father knew. It would be nice to do it with someone experienced. “Yeah, we did. We’re really lucky for it too. Things were getting a bit rough at home—Financially.” There wasn’t a need for details. Parents’ business just wasn’t doing well. But she did feel the need to clarify that it was financially and not any other kind of rough. Shiloh had a great relationship with her parents. “Do you wanna eat it inside? I don’t really care about eating in the car. Whatever you’re more comfortable with.” It was nice to be out of White Crest. The worry of falling fish was gone. The sun had set. In all it seemed like a nice night and a shame to spend indoors.

Every little bit of information about Shiloh that Taylor could get, she soaked up like a sponge. She loved learning about people, especially pretty girls. She was a bit weak like that. She didn’t know how much of an open book Shiloh was regularly, but either way whatever she had shared with her, Taylor was honored to hear. ���That’s awesome. I’m happy for y’all. Back in Rhode Island it was just me and my Dad. Mom skipped town before I was old enough to remember her.” Now who was being the open book? She was glad arriving at the restaurant gave her an excuse to drop that subject like a bad habit. “Swing around the drive thru. Bet we can find a pretty place to park around here. Lay out on the hood and look up at the stars while we slam some tacos.” Taylor laughed at her suggestion, but she hoped Shiloh took it.

Shiloh wasn’t sure how to respond to that. “So you’re from Rhode Island? Cool. White Crest is the only place in the US that I’ve been in.” Nice way to talk about what she said without mentioning sad stuff. Shiloh entered the drive thru, liking the sound of Taylor’s plan. “I have no clue what to order though.” She said as they pulled up. “Do you mind doing the ordering?” It’d meant she’d have to lean over and maybe Taylor wasn’t willing to do that. As Shiloh pulled up the the speaker went off. “Welcome to Taco Bell.” Shiloh moved back against her seat to give Taylor room to lean over and project her voice.

“Oh yeah, don’t worry I gotchu,” Taylor assured her as Shiloh pulled up to the window. “You a vegetarian or anything?” Shiloh shook her head and Taylor smiled, unbuckling her seatbelt to lean over toward the speaker. Was she leaned over a bit farther than she needed to be so more of her was touching Shiloh? Maybe. Maybe not. “Hey, yeah, we’ll have…” and Taylor went about ordering a downright feast. She wanted Shiloh to try some of the best stuff they had to offer, even if all the food sort of tasted the same. That wasn’t the point. Once she was finished and she insisted on paying for it all at the window, they had bags of food in hand and drinks in the cup holders, and Taylor grinned over at Shiloh. “I say we drive until we find a place. Head back toward town maybe. Gotta be somewhere to pull off on the way.”

Shiloh watched Taylor move closer to her, observing how close she got, feeling a rush of excitement at the closeness. She didn’t even pay attention to what she ordered. Shiloh got back on the street, more or less remembering the path. “You want to go back to White Crest and eat?” Shiloh questioned. She didn’t know what it was but even coming to a nearby town just.. felt different. Strange but she was finding herself preferring to be out here. Maybe she just hadn’t gone out in a while. It could be stifling if you don’t allow yourself a moment to just drive and go somewhere else. She drove, looking for somewhere. She caught sight of a little park up ahead. “What about there?” She glanced over at Taylor, letting her have a say.

“Nah, just some place on the way back. It’s nice to get out of town, especially with good company,” Taylor said, her voice softening as she spoke. She’d noticed the hitch in Shiloh’s breathing when she’d leaned over her. Taylor was nothing if not observant. As Shiloh pointed out a park, Taylor’s face lit up. “Oh hell yeah! Good eye. Look, it has an overlook.” She pointed at the sign as Shiloh turned into the park. “A genuine lovers lane.” Brows raised in Shiloh’s direction, but once again she chuckled it off.

Shiloh snorted giving her head a small shake. What were the odds? She pulled into the park driving up to the overlook. She had never been to one before. It was actually pretty nice. And the view was as one could expect, incredible. For a moment she was stuck watching from her car until she realized she could go outside and see it. Quickly, she opened her car door and got out. She left her door open and walked forward. “It’s really beautiful.” She wondered if a place like this existed in White Crest. She’d be going over there every night. She then noticed the emptiness of her stomach. She turned over to Taylor. “Taco time?”

Taylor was glad her little quip had landed. She always appreciated someone with a sense of humor, and especially someone that could put up with Taylor’s own lame sense of humor. Shiloh pulled up into the overlook and just like her, Taylor was momentarily hypnotized by the beautiful view. It was a small cliff that hung above the town they’d just left, and the twinkling lights were like a circle of life and activity among the darkness of the forest that surrounded it. She wondered what White Crest looked like from this angle. Taylor got out of the car as Shiloh did, grabbing their food and drinks and hopping up onto the Jeep’s hood, patting the spot next to her. “Taco time. Ready for a feast?” She started unloading the bags of food in a small spread, all still wrapped up. “You’ve got stout stand tacos, your nachos, your quesadillas, your burritos,” she said, pointing to each small pile of food. “Pick your poison. Not that it’s actually poison…”

Shiloh looked over at the food, coming up to sit on the hood. If she were someone else, she’d rather you not sit on the hood of the car, but Shiloh wasn’t that crazy over her car. “Wow.” That a lot of food and not food that Shiloh frequently ate. It was mexican food. She reached for one of the tacos, unwrapping it. Grabbing a hot sauce packet she tore it off with her teeth and squeezed some on. It was only then she looked over at Taylor, smiling, kind of excited she’d be trying this for the first time. “Cheers.” She raised the taco up, gave Taylor another smile and took a bite. The hot sauce was really spicy, she felt her mouth burning but it wasn’t too bad. “Taco’s good,” she said after she swallowed and then took another bite.

Taylor herself reached for a burrito, unwrapping it halfway as she watched Shiloh slather her taco with hot sauce. She probably should have warned her about the sauces, but she kept her mouth shut, smiling in return and raising her burrito in silent cheers before biting into it. She watched Shiloh, who seemed to genuinely like the food and wasn’t just humoring Taylor. At least hopefully. “I told you. The perfect late night snack. We’ll have to get drunk and get a bunch sometime. I’ve got a point to prove!” Taylor teased, poking Shiloh’s shoulder playfully before she leaned back against the windshield, gazing up at the sky as she ate. “This is the only good thing about small towns,” she said. “You can actually see the stars. Not just the brightest ones, but all the little ones trying so hard to get noticed, but most of the time they’re drowned out.” She glanced over at Shiloh with a small tip of her head, curious how something so poetic might land with her.

“I can definitely see how this would taste better drunk.” Shiloh chuckled finding the taco enjoyable because she was hungry, but she also probably wouldn’t crave this again until she was drunk. “I have to warn you though, I don’t really get drunk.” It always felt strange to her, to just want to inebriate yourself to the point where you might not even remember what happened. That loss of control was scary to her. But she chose not to think about that at the moment and instead enjoy the nice view and the pleasant date. “I don’t really take the time out to look at the stars. I’ve been so busy with work, I hardly pay attention to anything else.” Shiloh internally cringed--that may not have been a good thing to bring up on a date. That you work too much. “I do remember growing up when I’d visit my mother’s family in Wales---they own a sheep farm and the stars there are incredible. I’d watch them with my cousins on top of this hill right by their home. The sight was really beautiful from what I remember.” Then again she was a child.

“Oh yeah, no biggie. I wouldn’t try and pressure you or nothing,” Taylor clarified. Sometimes she had to be painfully reminded that not everyone partied as much as her. Or more accurately, not everyone was trying to drown their demons in booze like her. “That’s just it, you’ve got to make the time. Working yourself to the bone doesn’t help anyone.” She wondered how true it was. If she was actually a workaholic or just being modest in some way. Taylor grinned at Shiloh’s story and turned her head completely to look at the girls face in profile as she gazed up at the stars. “I can name another sight that’s beautiful,” she said quietly, eyes fixed on Shiloh.

Shiloh took a bite of her taco, listening to Taylor tell her that she had to make time. It was something she had heard before and something she tried to implement, but when there was always work to be done, how could you take time to do anything else. Even when Shiloh wasn’t working, she was doing something. Even now, she wasn’t just lounging around the house, she was out here with Taylor, on a date. There was something about sitting still, doing nothing that unnerved her. She felt like the moment she stopped, something was going to catch up to her--and she didn’t know what. Turning over to Taylor, she caught her next words, not too deep in thought. “Your burrito?” Shiloh teased.

Taylor bit her lip as Shiloh turned onto her side, letting out a little breath of a chuckle at being teased back. She knew she shouldn’t be doing this. She barely knew this girl. But Taylor was weak when it came to impulses and indulgence. Temptation was her worst enemy, because she was so easy to give in. “You’ve got a little hot sauce, right—here, let me…” She leaned in and wiped the sauce away from Shiloh’s lip with her thumb, before pressing their lips together. Soft and gentle, as the sounds of the crisp night provided them a small chorus. A crescendo. She pulled back faster than she would have liked, licking her lips and instantly regretting it. “Fuck, that sauce is hot,” she chuckled, immediately going for her drink.

Shiloh knew it was coming and she could have pulled back but she didn’t. She let the kiss happen and it was nice (of course it was) but she wasn’t expecting Taylor to pull back so quickly. She thought something had happened but then remembered the hot sauce. She brought her hand to her mouth, both in shock and in trying to keep her laugh in check. “I’m so sorry,” she apologized in between her laughter, hoping Taylor would find it genuine despite the fact that she was snickering. Shiloh wiped at her mouth with the back of her hand, setting the taco down. “I should have said something. I didn’t know you were so weak with spice, though.” Shiloh teased, knowing the sauce was spicy even for her but she found it manageable. She could only imagine what it was like to be caught by surprise.

Taylor knew how to make fun of herself. She was in the music business after all. Taking yourself too seriously just led to mental breakdowns the moment you got a speck of criticism. She still didn’t take it well, but always with a grain of salt. “Shush,” Taylor chuckle, pushing Shiloh’s shoulder playfully. “I grew up on bland fish and mashed potatoes. Cut me a little slack.” She set her burrito down too. There was so much food they hadn’t touched and it was getting cold, but Taylor didn’t particularly care. “You wanna...try that again?” she suggested quietly.

Shiloh still felt the heat on her lips and gave them a lick, watching Taylor. She heard her loud and clear and… gave no hesitation. She leaned in this time, bringing her hand up to cradle her neck, her thumb brushing along her cheek as their lips met. It was a deeper kiss, lasting longer than their first one and when Shiloh dropped her hand, she pulled back with a smile. “You taste like Taco Bell.” The smile on her face, however, made it clear she enjoyed it.

Taylor eagerly leaned into the kiss, her hand reaching out to rest on Shiloh’s hip. A loose, forgiving grip. She didn’t want to be too forward, no matter how much her libido was screaming at her. The kiss was intoxicating. The two of them had an undeniable chemistry on a physical level, that was for sure. “I guess we found a better way to taste it than being drunk, huh?” Taylor quipped in a hushed tone, almost breathing the words in a cloud of hot air onto Shiloh’s face. Her smile was adorable. She leaned in to steal another kiss, not able to help herself. “I like a little spice in my life,” she teased as she pulled back again, licking her lips.

“I’ll admit it tastes better like this.” Shiloh looked into Taylor’s eyes, only then finding vulnerability in their closeness. Shutting her eyes she gave Taylor a quick kiss before moving back, creating distance between them once more. While the kiss was nice, it was bringing out a vulnerability she wasn’t ready to share. Yet. Shiloh had gotten tired of heated first dates. While she hoped Taylor wasn’t like this, she’d often get them refusing to talk to her again after they’ve gone too far the first night. She liked this and wanted to make sure it went where she wanted. Grabbing Taylor’s drink she took a sip from it before turning back to look at the sky with a smile.

Taylor is as a bit taken aback by the intensity of Shiloh’s state when their eyes properly met. Taylor’s mouth went dry, and she averted her eyes just as quickly once Shiloh pulled back. Had she gone too far? Shiloh was smiling, so maybe not? The last thing she wanted to do was make someone else uncomfortable. She laid back on the car as well, slipping a flanneled sleeve up under the back of her own head. “Just this, it’s nice,” Taylor finally said, reaching over to rest her hand on Shiloh’s. “Just getting out of town with someone. A little mini adventure.” She kept her eyes glued to the sky though. That eye contact...it almost scared Taylor for some reason. Why?

“Yeah it is nice. Just forget everything for a while.” Shiloh had to agree. She needed to get out of the town more. No falling fish or red skies. Evelyn had been trying to get her out and this just reminded her that she should do that. Taylor seemed like fun so, maybe she could do this more often with her… Shiloh moved her hand underneath Taylor’s turning it up so they could hold hands. She smiled, but felt she might be blushing so she didn’t bother to look over at her and instead kept looking up at the sky.

[tyrantdk]

Tyrant Story time!

So, yall are gonna get a long ass post here. I'm on mobile & I've finally gotten over my aversion to talking about this. I've made mention in pms before about a losing a friend & that I couldn't quite tall about it bc said friend follows me on here.

Well, I haven't heard from her (we'll call her BA) in a few months. After 3 or 4 years of no contact I have allowed her to contact me here, but the conversations remind me too much of the past. And I'm at the point of not caring any more. So here we go!

I met BA when we were about 9, toward the end of 4th grade. We were partners for a project to help the 5th graders for their testing. Nothing of import here, but it was the first time we met. Nothing in 5th grade. We were in different classes, but you could hear her teach yelling from the classroom.

6th grade came & a new school with it. We were in band together, so we spent an entire class together. This started the beginnings of my troubles. My parents divorced by the end of the school year. I was also diagnosed with hypertension (high blood pressure).

BA liked to greet me at the beginning of our class by jumping onto my back, trying to hug me (I was NOT a touchy person then), and scaring me. I hated it. I made this known by yelling for her to get off me, pushing her off, & telling her to stop.

This didn't stop. Sometimes it was so bad our band teacher would have to make her leave me be. I had other teachers that would do the same. By 8th grade it was so bad I would have to hide until BA found a seat away from me. I couldn't sit with other friends if she came over.

BA would lay on me, no matter how many times I or teachers told her not to. One time we got separated, & it was the best day of my life in middle school. The reason why she laid on me? To be like the popular girls, who I didn't like & like I said, I hated having anyone touch me then.

Before we move on, let me tell you about the time she trapped me in a bus seat.

My band class was on the way to our after school band practice. We were loading the bus up. I couldn't stand anyone but one person sharing the seat with me. BA was not that person. She had been bugging me about sharing the seat. I said no, but that she could sit in the one in front or behind mine.

She sat in a seat & before I had my stuff in the seat beside me, there she was. I got heated. I told her to let me out or move. I don't remember what the other kids where yelling, I was too busy trying to get out of the seat.

It finally took me yelling to let me out, or I would climb over the seat for the bus driver to make her let me out. The rest of the ride I got the stink eye from a few classmates. It doesn't fucking matter that BA has ADD & other issues! You literally let a girl trap another in a position they didn't want to be in bc she has issues! -waves middle fingers-

9th was hell. BA & I were in every class but one for most of the year. This was when she thought yelling things, told to her in confidence, in a crowded classroom was funny! This is also when I hit back. Sometimes literally. I also got told I could win a fight between us.

10th I was made to sit beside BA in Spanish. Aced that shit, but was constantly in hell. It was not my job to keep you quiet, BA. Oh wait, it was. When I sat beside another friend, away from you, that was heaven. But then our Spanish teach couldn't do her job right.

11th & 12th were fine, until you tried to snap my bra. Joke was on you. I wore nothing but sports bras then. Also our Vice principal getting on you for that? That was beautiful.

College was great. I found friends better than you, BA. Friends that have shown me what best friends really are. Then came the blow up. The end of our friendship.

That was jr year. I remember it very clearly. No contact for months after I found BA had been cutting. I had to send a message to make sure she was still alive. You know what I got back? A 'I thought you got the hint. You're a bad influence. I'm ok & have a boyfriend.'

I replied with an 'I guess we're going in two different ways & we can't be friends right now.' I tried to pull away when I got called a bad influence, but did end there? No. After that, I was cyber harassed.

BA left a comment on a picture of myself & my supervisor for my work study. On my college's Facebook page. My best friend got involved then. She's very protective. They went back and forth bc I just wanted to be left alone.

The comment happened while I was staying over at said friend's house for the weekend. Her fam was away. I became afraid to go home.

BA had shown up twice to my house with no warning. My degree is in CJ w/a minor in psych. I felt like I was being cyber stalked too. I know stalker psychology, & BA showed it. I'm still scared to this day of being alone in my house, but I have a Blue heeler. She'll bite your ass.

It took our mothers calling each other for it to stop.

I still have issues from the things BA said to me. A lot of what happened to us, I've come to recognize as abuse in some form or other. Mostly from her to me.

I have horrible anxiety when I make my friends mad. I constantly wonder if I said something wrong. I'm quieter than I used to be and I hate it. I also have a bolt of fear go through me when I see BA in public.

Long story short: Become a friend out of sympathy, get fucked over for life.

[sometimesrosy]

Cyberbullying and The 100 Fandom

People think this is about teens and high school and it doesn’t matter, here in fandom, but it’s actually a real crime and as time goes on the definitions are going to evolve. And punishments are also going to evolve.

Beyond that. It’s simply wrong. Just because you’re on the internet and feel safe behind your tumblr persona or anonymity, it’s wrong. Here’s what wikipedia says about cyber bullying or cyber stalking.

Cyberstalking is the use of the Internet or other electronic means to stalk or harass an individual, group, or organization.[1] It may include false accusations, defamation, slander and libel. It may also include monitoring, identity theft, threats, vandalism, solicitation for sex, or gathering information that may be used to threaten, embarrass or harass.

Cyberstalking is often accompanied by realtime or offline stalking.[2] In many jurisdictions, such as California, both are criminal offenses.[3] Both are motivated by a desire to control, intimidate or influence a victim.[4] A stalker may be an online stranger or a person whom the target knows. He may be anonymous and solicit involvement of other people online who do not even know the target.

Cyberstalking is a criminal offense under various state anti-stalking, slander and harassment laws. A conviction can result in a restraining order, probation, or criminal penalties against the assailant, including jail. [X]

And maybe you think it’s just fun times because you’re “calling out” someone who you think is wrong so wrong. And what you’re doing doesn’t mean anything. Because you’re just one person and you’re trying to....tell them how wrong they are, but this stuff adds up.

Stalking is a continuous process, consisting of a series of actions, each of which may be entirely legal in itself. Technology ethics professor Lambèr Royakkers defines cyberstalking as perpetrated by someone without a current relationship with the victim. About the abusive effects of cyberstalking, he writes that:

[Stalking] is a form of mental assault, in which the perpetrator repeatedly, unwantedly, and disruptively breaks into the life-world of the victim, with whom he has no relationship (or no longer has), with motives that are directly or indirectly traceable to the affective sphere. Moreover, the separated acts that make up the intrusion cannot by themselves cause the mental abuse, but do taken together (cumulative effect).[5]

Distinguishing cyberstalking from other acts

It is important[according to whom?] to draw a distinction between cyber-trolling and cyber-stalking. Research has shown that actions that can be perceived to be harmless as a one-off can be considered to be trolling, whereas if it is part of a persistent campaign then it can be considered stalking. [X]

I’m not a legal expert here. I don’t know that much at all, but it doesn’t take very long with google to start understanding that this is a serious issue and it’s an adult issue and it’s not play time and it’s not “for fun.”

If you think that what you did under anon doesn’t count as harassment, you’re wrong. If you think that you’re just supporting your friend who had decided that someone else deserves to be “called out,” you are part of the cyber stalking. If you have decided as a group that someone you don’t agree with needs to be taken down, you need to do some thinking.

Even if you were anon. Even if you think it can’t ever get back to you. What you did was wrong.

If you think this is a game and your target of hate is deserving, you are wrong. It’s not a game. It’s bullying. It’s abusive. It’s harassment. And look at that. It’s illegal. Is this what you want to be a part of?

You know what? Let me say this plainly. I have been cyberstalked in this fandom by both CLs and Bellarkers. I wasn’t being called out for my injustice perpetrated against others. I SPECIFICALLY have never gone to anyone else’s blog to argue with them without being tagged into the conversation. I’ve never sent hate to someone’s blog. Not anon or under my own name. I never told anyone they shouldn’t ship CL or hate Octavia. I have barely even stood up for myself when they’ve hijacked my own posts. I’ve been harassed for being an abuse survivor with stated PTSD and anxiety, for having an opinion, for not backing down, for not agreeing about the definition of abuse, for standing up to people who have tried to white wash me as a POC, for refusing to be silenced, for defending other people who were being silenced. I’ve been called a lesbophobe, a misogynist, a racist, a white feminist, a drunk, a drug addict, a brainwasher, an abuse apologist, a bad mother, a trump supporter. Oh. And arrogant and condescending. I’ve gotten thousands of asks of anon hate. And then there was the daily gossipgrounder drag.

It’s not okay. And it doesn’t matter if I am an adult or not. And let me say this. It was NOT just Gossipgrounder. No one should be feeling superior if they think Gossipgrounder was the cause of this, while they, who have been bullying the fandom, sending anon hate, and spreading unsubstantiated lies, gossiping in private and ganging up on others, are guiltless. I could name seven separate people who have started campaigns against me, and dragged my name through the mud for disagreeing them. I could NAME them. And that’s not counting the anons or the separate attacks from their followers, or the people who didn’t confront me directly.

I AM the person you were hurting with your fun. Me. And for all that you’ve decided I deserved it and I am arrogant and condescending for telling you you were wrong when you tried to bully the fandom, guess what? You were WRONG. I don’t care whether your idea was great or stupid, you were WRONG for trying to force other people to agree with you and you were WRONG to attack me for disagreeing. And your ego took over. And you decided it was OKAY for you to attack other people who disagreed with you, because you couldn’t possibly be wrong. Or maybe you weren’t the one sending in the harassment posts, you just gave them the outlet to hate me and spread lies and attack me.

Where’s my apology? These actions are not victimless. I am the actual victim of them and I am a person. Not a “demon.” Not a “racist.” Not a “lesbophobe.” And I never fucking said that Lxa raped Clarke. That was a flat out lie spread through a whole fandom. But, you know, thanks for posting that and allowing them to spread it unchecked. That was the service you provided our fandom. Lies and slander and harassment and abuse.

Everyone in this fandom needs to take a deep look at at themselves and their own behavior.

I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying here. And I’m going to write my fanfiction and I’m going to gush about bellarke. And if I want to, I’m going to talk about domestic abuse and being mixed race and latina and how Lxa was an antagonist but now not that important. And I’m going to continue to try and make the right choices and not attack people and be kind and not take shit and if that makes me arrogant. Oh well. At least I never cyber harassed any of you.

[pearlredqueen]

I think I’m done. This fandom is showing me nothing but homophobia, sexism, racism, ignorance when it comes to basic human rights and mental health issues and hatred and reminds me a little bit too much of the real world. I really don’t want to be a part of that anymore. I’m going to support the idols I love but I can do that without all that bullshit. 

Some beautiful things that I saw during my wonderful time in the KPOP fandom:

« Hating a group because you don’t like the group and your group is better!!!11 « The sentence “I don’t care in which way they remember me, as long as they remember me.” You’re crazy. « Hating on idols with passion because you don’t like them, being literally obsessed. « Cyber bullying at it’s finest.  « Blaming idols for sponsoring and sexual abuse, saying that it’s their own fault. « Sexual abuse in general. Stop touching people you don’t have the permission to touch. « Hating on Junsu because he is trying out an androgynous concept and should stop acting so “gay”. « Also people hating on Hani and Junsu because how dare they falling in love. « Hating on Hani in general because “she’s just famous because of her fancam and untalented” and bla bla bla, get a life. « Still being stuck in the TVXQ vs JYJ war and thinking because you hate on TVXQ/JYJ your idols do the same. And when they don’t you’re “so disappointed” because how could they forget all that happened??? Why aren’t they full of hatred like my sorry ass???? « By the way, people actually not going to Jaejoongs concert because he could be friends with Yunho. Horrible.  « Men and women apparently can’t be friends, they are always dating. Being friends with the opposite sex is impossible. « Hating someone so much you fantasize about killing them. Maybe it’s time to find some help. « Stalking your idols every move. Yes, it’s wrong. « People hating on other fans because how dare they support more than one group? « Jaejoong being hated on for being such an “attention whore” that’s constantly crying. Oh guys, I really love it when people call mentally il people who suffer from depression attention whores. Just lovely. « Actual Jaejoong “fans” hating on Jaejoong for doing something girly or “gay” or literally hating his sister for posting a picture of Jaejoong where he is photoshopped as a woman. Because “Jaejoong, people will think you’re a gay” or “Stop with all that girly stuff I liked your manly army self more!” Congratulations. You push gender roles on people and manage to shit on the lgbtq+ community while you’re going. « Calling Yunho “Jaesexual” or being upset about Jaejoong topping Yunho, because yeah right that’s what’s important. Also none of your fucking business. And yes you ship them but you’re still homophobic af.  « Making Jaejoong believe that he owns his fans something. When an idol asks fans in a serious way if it’s okay to do something you should immediately know that something is really really wrong here.  « Saying that Jaejoong has to return to the right path because he’s friends with Hong Seok Chun and obviously supports lgbtq+ rights. Because being friends with somebody who’s gay is bad. And fighting for lgbtq+ rights? Bad as well.  « People actually wanting for Yunjae to be outed (or their OTP in general). Apart from whether they are a real couple or not do you know what this means? No apparently not, or you wouldn’t ask for shit like that. Because let me tell you, they would not only lose their career and be hated on, they would probably have to go to prison for a few years because having sexual intercourse with another man while serving in the korean army is illegal and after these lovely years in prison they would most likely kill themselves because everybody hates them. Great. What a tragic love story I hope you’re happy with that outcome.  « People hating on every woman they see because the are with the person you “love" or because they destroy your oh so beloved OTP.  « Seeing everyone as straight by default.  « Seeing everyone as gay by default. « Ignoring bisexuality like it’s the plague and calling it nasty being attracted to men and women.  « Also asking the “When will you get married” question ten times in a row and ignoring “I don’t want to get married”. « Making fun of Changmin because he doesn’t want to get married.  « Posting the personal information of Yoochun's fiancé, hating on her and having the audacity to call her an attention whore, while they are clearly stalkers.  « Hating on Yunho because he’s gaining weight.  « Body shaming in general, because it’s none of your business if Red Velvet gained weight or if Ailee “eats too much”.  « Body shaming so hard that a lot of people are actually starving themselves and start to hate their own bodies. « Ignoring that the entertainment industry treats idols like shit. They are famous so they have no right to ask for a fair amount of money, a little bit of time for themselves and fair treatment. Yeah, fuck you too.  « Hating on girl groups, because well... they are girl groups.  « Whitewashing the shit out of idols, like they look sooo much better when they blind your fucking face.  « Hating on dark skinned idols, because they look dirty. « Being disgustingly vocal about sexual stuff you want to do to “your oppa”.  « Posting personal stuff about idols and their families. « Slut shaming. But when a guy flashes his sexy abs it’s “so hot!!!!111″ « “I only like asians they are so exotic!!!111″ :/// « and a thousand other beautiful things I thankfully can’t think of right now. But let’s be honest that’s already enough and I just don’t want to deal with it any longer.

[modernwizard]

Bill Potts died for your sins, or, Even more ways in which the previous season of Doctor Who is a flaming turd

Now that I have had time to concentrate my rage into the long-smoldering core of righteous fury that burns within my core, fueling both activism and fixit fics, I would like to mention two more ways in which Season 10 of Doctor Who was horribly wretched: first, the ableism. Second, BILL POTTS DIED FOR YOUR SINS.

THE ABLEISM

It’s especially shitty, particularly in in World Enough and Time and The Doctor Falls.

Think of the Cyber people as people with disabilities: difficulties in communicating, in gross motor control, in feeling/connecting with their emotions, and/or people with chronic pain. You will soon understand how disgustingly they are portrayed.

A. They look dead. They are shown at first as motionless figures in wheelchairs. Their white costumes and head masks recall either body bags or bags over people’s heads when they’re going to a firing squad; either way, they carry connotations of death.

B. Their voices are silenced and treated as irrelevant. The first Cyber person who does have a voice, saying, “Pain, pain,” with their communications device, is treated as an annoyance; the nurse deals with them brusquely. Even further, Bill turns down the device’s volume so she doesn’t have to hear the disabled person speak. Her action suggests that the disabled person’s voice as scary and objectionable.

C. They do not want to live; they all want to die. After the pain Cyber person, we hear two other Cyber voices in the hospital. One person says, “Die me.” The other says, “Kill me.” Viewers are expected to take this death wish as applicable for all Cyber people; even Bill, in The Doctor Falls, says something like “If I can’t be me, I don’t want to go on living.” In this case, “me” means the entirely organic, able-bodied person that she was before. These statements from Cyber people imply that life with a disability is so hopeless and miserable that even those with disabilities don’t want to continue living.

D. They’re treated as cannon fodder. The Cyber people look dead, have no voices [according to able-bodied people], and say that they want to die. It’s very easy to jump from these observations to the conclusion that they are not people, but mere objects. Their deaths don’t count as deaths of people because they’re subhuman and…well…they were essentially dead already, right? As a result of this dehumanization, we get torture porn of the people at the orphanage blowing up Cyber people because killing nonpersons isn’t really killing, so it’s not a real problem or anything. It’s so kind, brave, noble, compassionate, admirable, and heroic for the Doctor to indiscriminately slaughter crowds of disabled people. This show really sends the message that we should respect all people’s worth, dignity, and integrity. I love it in shows and movies and books when all the disabled people die. I find it inspirational and uplifting.

For another ableist treatment, refer to the depiction of Eyeliner Master, as played by John Simm. Last time we saw the dude in the End of Time, he was insane on account of the Drums. Yup, that counts as being disabled. When he reappears in the Season 10 finale, he acts more like Roger Delgado’s Master: mentally disturbed and disordered, but much more restrained in speech and action. He presents as being sane[r]. Notably, he makes no reference to the Drums that so deranged his earlier life and plot arcs. What’s going on here? The character gives no explanation for the change, and all supporting media portray Eyeliner Master as a return of EoT Master, which leads us to conclude that they’re the same person. So EoT Master = Eyeliner Master – disability.

What the hell, fuckos? You can’t just wave a Magical Wand of Disability Deletion! After years and years of making the Master’s Drums and consequent Insanity a key part of his character, you can’t just remove them because you feel like it. The cheating is especially transparent because there’s no in-story explanation for his reappearance, his changed behavior, or indeed what the hell he was doing circling the drain in a Mondasian colony ship in the first place. An in-story explanation could have made his personality change more plausible and acceptable. For example, maybe he’s still insane, but he has learned how, at great mental and physical cost, present as “sane.” Or maybe he adapted some Cyber technology to partially inhibit his explosive rages and so restore some measure of his beloved self-control. However, without an in-story explanation, we are left with a deus ex machina Magical Disability Deletion. The form of the character remains, but not the content. In a way, disabled EoT Master was dehumanized and discarded just like the disabled Cyber people. The character is lost, and so is his [highly problematic] representation.

BILL POTTS DIED FOR YOUR SINS

Those squealing with unalloyed joy over Jodie Whittaker as the Thirteenth Doctor should note that a white woman came on as the Doctor just as Pearl Mackie, a woman of color, departed.

@stardust-rain [[points out]] that the timing is no coincidence:

also everyone ignores the fact that we are getting a female doctor in the expanse of getting rid of an amazing black lesbian character. that’s right, this is the reason why Bill Potts isn’t coming back, bc having a female doctor AND a black lesbian would have given a heart attack to the bigoted fans all at once. they had to make a sacrifice and Bill was it.

When I say BILL POTTS DIED FOR YOUR SINS, this is what I mean. The show has had an overall craptacular history of representing women and/or queer people and/or Black people and/or disabled people. Attempts to make the show more accurately reflect the demographics and identities of the viewers have been piecemeal and insultingly small. Bill, as a queer Black woman, had the potential to significantly improve the show and make it more relevant, interesting, nuanced, and overall better. But she was done in by a poorly organized conception [seriously, what’s her backstory beyond chips, Moira, and a mum about which we know nothing, not even her fucking name?] and horrible, stereotypical writing.

Bill became a liability to the show, not because of her underdevelopment and shitty lines, but because she was a queer Black woman. Here’s the thought process at the BBC: “Whoa there! That’s just way too much representation; the straight cis white dudes won’t stand for it! If we stick a white female Doctor in the mix along with a queer Black female character. We need to think strategically and make it look like we’re actually representing our audience when we’re not. So Bill’s gotta go. There aren’t that many queer and/or Black people who watch this show, so it won’t be a big deal. We can just turn her into LITERAL SLIME and send her off with her space stalker and call it a happy ending. THEN we’ll have a female Doctor. We can’t have a queer Black female Doctor because that would be too much representation. But we can have a straight white female Doctor.  Yeah, that’s just enough representation. We’ll look edgy without really making substantive change. [Plz fanboys don’t hurt us. D: ].”

Bill Potts was too real for the BBC to handle. Thus they killed her off, making her the scapegoat for their cowardice.

[ao3feed-stucky]

Object of Obsession (Stucky)

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2qLApB3

by Hedgehog_Goulash221

Steve Rogers has a secret admirer. When he finds out the identity of his admirer, he decides to go out with him. But after a couple of dates and a great night to remember, he doesn't realize how obsessed his new suitor is with him until it's too late.

Words: 3003, Chapters: 4/?, Language: English

Fandoms: hiddlesworth - Fandom

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: M/M

Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Sarah Rogers, Clint Barton, Peggy Carter, Brock Rumlow, Alexander Pierce, Original Characters

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Additional Tags: Stalking, Stalker Bucky Barnes, Dark, dark bucky barnes, Disturbed Bucky Barnes, Disturbing Themes, Neighbors, Online Dating, Online Relationship, Research, Obsession, Obsessive Behavior, Obsessive research, Hiding, Breaking and Entering, Dark Past, Texting, Cell Phones, Emails, Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Smol Steve Rogers, Protective Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes Has Issues, Touching, Touch-Starved, Non-Consensual Touching, Non-Consensual Kissing, Jealousy, Object of affection, Fucked Up, Past Child Abuse, Childhood Trauma, Military, Military Background, Kidnapping, Non-Consensual Bondage, Rape, Rape Aftermath, Age Difference, Non-Consensual Voyeurism, Non-Consensual Groping, Non-Consensual Cuddling, Artist Steve Rogers, Cyber stalking, Flirting, Awkward Flirting, Secret Admirer, Chatting & Messaging, Peeping, Peeping Bucky, Creepy, Gay Bucky Barnes, Bisexual Male Character, Bisexual Steve Rogers, Sex, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Blow Jobs, Non-Consensual Blow Jobs, Rough Kissing, Rough Sex, Body Worship, Gift Giving, Gift sending, Barebacking

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2qLApB3

[zacklover24]

Son I’ve spent 200 years surviving not living. Maybe it’s time for you to learn how to live and love.

Name: Jack Green 

Eye Color: Yellow (Blue as a human) Hair Color: Caramel Brown with light blonde highlights tied back in a super lazy ponytail Height/Build 5'7, Jack as a athletic body typeAge: 237 DOB: 4/24/2040Family: Mother-April  Green- Dead from car crash made when the bombs feel Father- Henry Green- Died from radiation sickness Daughter- Kitten Green- Alive and is the adopted daughter of Benny. Husband: Dean DominoScars: Jack is missing the skin all along his left jaw  so can see the bone and muscle.The skin on his right check, the right side of his neck  and on the back of his hands is all gone. On his right ankle is the scar of when the bear trap caught him. Habits: Smoking, drinking, drawing. Gear: Sierra Madre. gray jumpsuit, with police pistol, superheated cosmic knife. Jack wears a gold ring with a single ruby in the middle with his daughter day of birth and time of birth. Tops: White dress shirt, black suspenders gray jacket, black dress pants and shoes. Jack’s main weapon is a blade hidden in the cane he uses. He also carries around a colt. 45 revolver.

S:5

P:10

E:2

C:9

I:8

A:1

L:7

Strengths : Amazing memory, and eye of details, caring, protective, trusting

Weakness: Shit aim, too protective, too caring, too trusting, walks with limp, drinking, and smoking.Race: ghoul

 Bio:  Jack was boring in April of 2040 to April and Henry green. From a young age Jack showed signs of being a great and talented artist. Jack got a lot of work in and around the Las Vegas before the bomb dropped his work can be found in some if not all of the hubris comics, and in some of the magazines still found in New Vegas.  Jack and Dean meet one night after Jack didn’t get the contract he wanted. The pair didn’t hit it off right away but soon grew to respect and care about each other. It was thanks to Dean that Jack got many contracts and jos. But that changed when Jack had a one stand and they broke up. Nine months and week later Dean came up and they were married

. In 2073 Jack was approached by a man named Frederick Sinclair, Sinclair had heard about Jack and wanted to hire him. Jack said yes and was put in charge of the lobby, theater, the villas and the medical center. Jack loved and hated that job. Sadly those he and Dean went to the Sierra Madre three day before the bombs dropped.

 For 200 years Jack and Dean were trapped there, turning into ghouls. But then one day they escaped and made it to New Vegas.Now the pair live and work in the Tops casino, Dean has the head singer and Jack as head of security. Those if he’s in a good mood and you ask nicely Jack will tell you a story or two about the world before the war. If you ask him, Jack will tell you that he let go and bean again in his life.

Personality: Jack is a very caring, loving, smothering and over doting father. He tends to be trusted to much and care to much. If you want his respect then show him respect. Jack can be called a papa bear by those who know him because he is one. Don’t fuck with his baby or his family

Jack has two dogs a German cyber hound named Goliath who lives up to his name and a night stalker named venom. The venom he gets from venom Jack uses to coat to his cane blade.        

.So I’ve been debating about posting again. But why now, a revised version of my original ghoul Jack.  For the @theghoulcrew

[thunderjolt]

games i've been playing recently vol. 2

more post drought means more games i haven't been beating or can't beat!

sea of thieves

this game rules. i played 30 hours in like 5 days. i have trouble really describing it, but the easiest i can think of is "darkrp if the map was giant and rdm was allowed." that of course ignores just how much pve there is and the whole boat aspect, but in how you tend to interact with people i think it's apt. my favorite thing about this game is that there's very little in terms of permanent progression. people who've played for 1000 hours and people who've played for 5 are basically on the same playing field (outside of raw skill/game knowledge) because each new session is a blank slate where you have to build up your resources again. there aren't any rpg elements to contend with, no gear to make you better at combat, just pure simple piracy. i haven't played it as much in the past week, but i'm hoping to get back on the boat (no pun intended) soon. bonus: here's some great stories from me playing

digimon story: cyber sleuth

i put a little time into this one, but frankly i don't think i'm in much of an rpg mood at present, so i shelved it. this game made me hate digimon designs even more because any time i caught a cute/charming guy i would look him up and find his final form is some awful bullshit. also switch performance is really bad but it's an RPG so whatever

slay the spire

i discovered that the steam link app is really good for playing slay the spire and have been playing it in bed when the mood strikes me. i like deckbuilding so this game naturally appeals to me a lot. however, it has the problem in roguelikes where you feel super underpowered after losing a run perhaps harder than most, which can make repeat playthroughs less enticing. still will probably be a timewaster game i come back to repeatedly

panzer bandit

i'm just playing all the games with panzer in the title this year, huh? this is a guardian heroes "clone" of sorts for the ps1, though calling it a clone would be somewhat of a disservice as this game's designer, masatoshi imaizumi, was one of two designers on the game mad stalker, along with guardian heroes' masaki ukyo. mad stalker was the gameplay basis for yu yu hakusho makyo toitsusen, and later guardian heroes, as well as the basis for asuka 120%. so it's almost more like 2 different takes on the same old game. unfortunately, panzer bandit is no guardian heroes. while it looks and feels great, there's maybe 5 total enemy types and no branching paths, so repeat attempts of the game upon running out of continues really let the repetition sink in. i got a game over on the last level and don't really intend to return to it for a long time.

ultra fight da! kyanta 2

this is the most fucked up irradiated toxic waste fighting game ever made. it's really good. i play a team of hatoyan and tsukinami and my gameplan is to build to full meter with hatoyan and mash my 5EX as tsukinami. this strategy is remarkably effective, yet still often loses to my girlfriend bel's, which is to build meter with anna and dump it with azuma-deka, a character with a fullscreen frame 0 super that does about half health and combos into itself. this is a stupid game. but it's a lot of fun, and i look forward to playing it more.

yu yu hakusho: makyo toitsusen

"oh look sienna's talking about that yu yu hakusho game again," i hear you cry. well, yeah. in the last post where i talked about this, i mentioned that i got discouraged from pursuing it further, despite my enjoyment, by its lack of a community. i changed my mind, though and am now attempting to put something together; you probably won't see it until early 2021, but i've been putting in some work to give this game something, because i love it a lot. here's some videos of tech and things i've discovered, either through playing or while writing down frame data. maybe it'll inspire you to check it out for yourself? please?

[sad3girl]

Ok, so this is literally straight off of like a rom com or a fanfic I swear, bear with me because when I tell a story I really tell it but read it it’s worth it, and it is a 100% a real story somehow. Okay, so I work at Turkey’s Embassy in my home country as basically the secretary / translator because she can’t speak Spanish that well but she is great in English so I translate for her whenever she can’t get the words right. 

So she called a press conference to speak about the Turkish Operation in Syria yesterday, I was in a horrible mood already and then I was in an even worse mood because I would have to deal with the reporters. And it only got worse because the internet company fucked up the wiring and I was basically the whole afternoon bitching to them on the phone for them to fix it. 

So, press conference time comes, and I’m still fighting on the phone, and the reporters start to get to the office so like the smart little bean I am I decide to take my phone fight outside to you know end it already because I had work to do. And I’m fighting out in the hallway and the most beautiful specimen comes in dressed all cool and with some dope ass glasses, like literally my first thought is he looks exactly like Darren Criss in American Crime Story, and I’m fighting like a maniac but he’s gorgeous and I have to go on secretary mode and I could feel my whole face change into a genuine real smile. My bitch ass is like “hiii :D” exactly like that and he is like “hey *cool guy emoji*” and I just go like “can i offer you anything to drink?” and he is like “Just a water please” and first my mind goes “fukc fuck fuck he’s spanish he’s from spain he’s fucking foreing and has an accent” but outside I go like “do reporters not like coffee or something?” because everyone else also asked for water, and immediately regret it because i’m a fucking secretary i cant speak to people like that but he just laughs and goes like “no i like it but i just had one sorry” and im like in love but like I have to finish my phone call so I just go “oK i’ll bring it for you” and go into the kitchen continuing my phone call.

I finally finish screaming at people over the phone and i bring in the waters for everyone. For context, the conference was held at an oval table, i was sitting diagonally from him, next to the Ambassador. We’re all discussing Turkey and the Ambassador and stuff waiting for some more people, and I sit texting the electricist for him to come in the morning to help me with the internet guys and cute guy (btw the only one younger that 40 in this room, let alone the only 20 something year old) is looking at me and I know he was looking at me because then he moved to look at the Ambassador and fUcK i wanted to fuck him so bad. 

And it’s weird for me because I don’t like just anyone, and I never feel connections like that. Ever. But I just met the guy and there is something that is drawing me to him, and he is asking the Ambassador all these questions and he is so smart and his accent is so hot and Im doing my best not to lose it.

The conference starts and it ends, and I can clearly tell he is very against the operation still because of the questions, which I love because so smart and skeptical and just my type. And he seems so passionate and fuck, passion is so fucking attractive.

So the questions end and the Ambassador says goodbye and I have to ask for all of their contact info for the future and to ask for the pictures, and the articles once they’re done. Obviously everyone is like yeah yeah and they give it to me, but not him no no. He goes “well that depends are you going to call me or text me” and hes all like smug but not but like yes but no? and i go “huh what?” for a sec and he goes “i’ll just give you my two numbers they are” and he said them right. 

And like, I’m already in love with this guy, he could tell me die and I’d ask how do you want me to die baby. 

They leave and im in a great mood already bc i got to see a cute guy (bear in my for the past two months my job has literally taken over my life i barely ever go out and i dont talk to any guys anymore bc im exhausted and i didn’t like them that much) and somehow said cute guy actually made me excited to be alive again(?). So im already content, but I have to go pee because I had been drinking water and so I go out and into the hallway where tbe bathroom is and he is leaning AGainSt the wAlL and im like ok ok ok be cool dont be a stalker so I just smile and go to look at my phone while I wait for the guy in the bathroom to come out but cute guy starts talking to me he goes “how long have you been working here?” and my dumb ass goes “a long time” and then i realize what i said and i start to correct my slef “well not really just two months bla bla” and i start rambling and he is smiling and asking me questions and answering mine and we had the loveliest talk for like 5 minutes maybe and for one in my life small talk was so easy and fun and i wanted to keep on talking to him but then the photographer from his agency came out from the bathroom and he said goodbye and they both left.

This morning I texted all the reporters that came to the press conference to ask for pictures etcetera and to give them my contact info because yesterday I only got theirs (most of them had cards except for cute guy and one of the photographers) and well when I texted cute guy we sort of started talking (?) and he is so funny and also i might have cyber stalked him and he is super into indigenous people’s rights like he is obviously VERY passionate about it and he writes about i juestices like that a lot and like bitch all my life the only type of charity i’ve done i work with indigenous groups because my mom and grandpa are all about helping them without changing their customs just making life better for them with food and helping build hoyses and making celebrations for the kids and like I might be crazy and just super lonely but I genuinely think that the reason I feel so connected to him might be that i dunno we are like meant to be or something and thats hard to write bc i don’t believe in that but i honestly dont know how to feel, like im still excited about life and haven’t even gotten too tired or bored to respond and i haven’t wanted to quit all day (usually i want to quit like 8 times a day) and it’s just weird i dunno but we’ll see what happens i’ll keep you guys posted.

[deythbanger]

Comedy: Words 2

By DeYtH Banger What's wrong with you bitch…? What's fucking wrong with you? You are generaly having more sex than a males can havd in their lifetime… for what are you bitching about? SHUT THE FUCK UP! You women you know how to apply emotions… know what men think about… know what body language says and we males we suck! When We are funerals we are ricks we look at the dead body and we are like "What's wrong with this dude?" Scientifically you women leave more than men… men keep in bottle their emotions… anger… agrression is a holy grail of cancer and tumor. We nen need to leatlrn how to read body language… BECAUSE MOST OF US ARE BORN IN DYSFUNCTIONAL FAMILES WHY DO YOU THINK THERE ARE MORE MALE KILLERS, STALKERS… RAPIST ALL THOSE FOLKS HAD IT ENOUGH AND TOOK THIS FUCKING GAME OF GOD IN THEIR HANDS Sex… sword vs hole… I MEAN NOT A HUGE EVOLUTION STILL TGE SAME SPORT PLAYING AS GOD SAYS GO MULTIPLY… BUT DO NOT CHEAT… IR EVEN FUCK THE NEIGHBOR WIFE IR GIRLFRIEND… IT'S NOT WISE Affairs are made just show progress in relationships… marriage they are made just to show the stronger bond. Lies cool thing… it's definetly a sin… But if we take it seriously and say no more lies we are putting a whole evolution in front of a dead end road… which means we can't fuction without lies we all need to lie… BIBLE IS A LIE… THE WHOLE FUCKING SEX WITH YOUR MOM WAS BUILD UPON A LIE… I CALL IT THE BAYBE STEP LIE… You isolate the girl by using baybe steps up to home… if it was honesty even the whole group addict think won't fuction… MAINLY BECAUSE HOW THIS SHITTY THING WILL FUCTION WITHOUT THE MADE UP SHIT GOD… HIGHER BEING SORRY GUYS SUCH THING DOES NOT EXIST HERE IS MY ARGUMENT "If you exist… you higher being … come over and start proving me that you exist show to the leople who doubt you… the truth… if not come over and give me a handjob… not with invading a host… but… you dear lord dear fucking asshole… come over." NO REPLIES NO EVIDENCE So fuck the whole lord shit! People say that there is a high spirtual being, also known as God! And what does stops this being a pervert? After all in the bible is written we are made into his image… which means frim here God is a human + he is a man… not a woman. The interesting part is that everybody sees in a different way God… we are not talking about enlightment we are talking about a whole fucking roll of mental disorder… We are talking about mental illness with different types of effects on each human…. I tried relationship… I want to be little honest on this topic… I don't wan to sound hightly dysfunctional... It went as far aa 1 day relationship… left mainly becaise she was fucked up.. I tried cyber relationship… It went well until I got a comment. SHE SUCKS SHE IS UGLY SHE AWFUL By friends… so my actions were like… immediately  fuck off and I left het… I just tried "In the next 60 seconds you are my girlfriend… - It was awful… I got thing like "No Thank you"… I have tried to be less creepy and more fun guy but people see me as a guy on drugs + "High Five" went like… Immediate... fast walking and lwfting me with the note "No…No"… Nice Guys creepy … bad and rude people great guys… ONE THING I AM GOING TO SAY LIFE SUCKS

[ao3feed-buckybarnes]

Object of Obsession (Stucky)

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by Hedgehog_Goulash221

Steve Rogers has a secret admirer. When he finds out the identity of his admirer, he decides to go out with him. But after a couple of dates and a great night to remember, he doesn't realize how obsessed his new suitor is with him until it's too late.

Words: 3003, Chapters: 4/?, Language: English

Fandoms: hiddlesworth - Fandom

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: M/M

Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Sarah Rogers, Clint Barton, Peggy Carter, Brock Rumlow, Alexander Pierce, Original Characters

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Additional Tags: Stalking, Stalker Bucky Barnes, Dark, dark bucky barnes, Disturbed Bucky Barnes, Disturbing Themes, Neighbors, Online Dating, Online Relationship, Research, Obsession, Obsessive Behavior, Obsessive research, Hiding, Breaking and Entering, Dark Past, Texting, Cell Phones, Emails, Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Smol Steve Rogers, Protective Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes Has Issues, Touching, Touch-Starved, Non-Consensual Touching, Non-Consensual Kissing, Jealousy, Object of affection, Fucked Up, Past Child Abuse, Childhood Trauma, Military, Military Background, Kidnapping, Non-Consensual Bondage, Rape, Rape Aftermath, Age Difference, Non-Consensual Voyeurism, Non-Consensual Groping, Non-Consensual Cuddling, Artist Steve Rogers, Cyber stalking, Flirting, Awkward Flirting, Secret Admirer, Chatting & Messaging, Peeping, Peeping Bucky, Creepy, Gay Bucky Barnes, Bisexual Male Character, Bisexual Steve Rogers, Sex, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Blow Jobs, Non-Consensual Blow Jobs, Rough Kissing, Rough Sex, Body Worship, Gift Giving, Gift sending, Barebacking

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[ao3feed-stevebucky]

Object of Obsession (Stucky)

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2qLApB3

by Hedgehog_Goulash221

Steve Rogers has a secret admirer. When he finds out the identity of his admirer, he decides to go out with him. But after a couple of dates and a great night to remember, he doesn't realize how obsessed his new suitor is with him until it's too late.

Words: 2245, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English

Fandoms: hiddlesworth - Fandom

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: M/M

Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Sarah Rogers, Clint Barton, Peggy Carter, Brock Rumlow, Alexander Pierce, Original Characters

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Additional Tags: Stalking, Stalker Bucky Barnes, Dark, dark bucky barnes, Disturbed Bucky Barnes, Disturbing Themes, Neighbors, Online Dating, Online Relationship, Research, Obsession, Obsessive Behavior, Obsessive research, Hiding, Breaking and Entering, Dark Past, Texting, Cell Phones, Emails, Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Smol Steve Rogers, Protective Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes Has Issues, Touching, Touch-Starved, Non-Consensual Touching, Non-Consensual Kissing, Jealousy, Object of affection, Fucked Up, Past Child Abuse, Childhood Trauma, Military, Military Background, Kidnapping, Non-Consensual Bondage, Rape, Rape Aftermath, Age Difference, Non-Consensual Voyeurism, Non-Consensual Groping, Non-Consensual Cuddling, Artist Steve Rogers, Cyber stalking, Flirting, Awkward Flirting, Secret Admirer, Chatting & Messaging, Peeping, Peeping Bucky, Creepy, Gay Bucky Barnes, Bisexual Male Character, Bisexual Steve Rogers, Sex, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Blow Jobs, Non-Consensual Blow Jobs, Rough Kissing, Rough Sex, Body Worship, Gift Giving, Gift sending, Barebacking

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2qLApB3