#took a short break from social media... and by that i mean twitter....

[tianhai03]

hey there.

[armeenix]

Distracting thoughts♡Bakugo x reader

I've been really sad recently so I thought why not write some fluff

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Ever since the very beginning of his freshman year bakugo has always been enthralled with you. There was just something about you that drew him to you as if he was a moth, and you were a beautiful dancing flame. His interest started out small. Sometimes he would glance over at you in class, or catch himself thinking about you instead of focusing on his tasks at hand.

Who are you really?

Why do you cause his thoughts to gravitate towards you?

Is it your stupid fucking quirk?

Maybe it's your stupid fucking face. With your pretty eyes, and your kissable lips, and your cute smile..

Fuck why are you so God damn pretty...?

This was when his thoughts started to get a little to...romantic. He had to snap himself out of this. He barely had time for friends, let alone a pretty little extra like you. He ever so desperately tried to get you off of his mind but nothing would get rid of his distracting thoughts. There was really only one option left and he eagerly took it. The last option he had was to just ignore you all together, and that's exactly what he did. He didn't want to admit it but it was a little harder to avoid you than he expected. Ever since the first day of school you have very persistently tried talking to bakugo. It's not like you did it in an annoying way, like kirishima and denki did. Instead, you were pretty chill about it.

You would casually sit by him and strike up little conversation and when the conversation stopped, it's stopped that was the end of it. You had a tactic of getting closer to him little by little at HIS pace and holy shit it was working. Bakugo started continuing the conversations for longer, and sometimes he would even be the first to start the conversations but, unfortunately for him, he couldn't open up to you anymore

Bakugo would go out of his way to sit far away from you, he would keep the conversations dry and short, and sometimes he just didn't pay any attention to you at all. He really thought this was gonna work but you just didn't know when to fucking give up. Even after how dry and mean he's been you still keep coming back to sit next to him and try to talk to him. Your subtle determination did not help bakugo keep you out of his thoughts, instead it made him think of you even more..you were always in his thoughts everyday of the week, he never could get a break from thinking about you. To be honest, you were the first person to ever be so persistent while keeping a respectful distance and not pushing your friendship onto him, and for some reason that made him feel all hot and bothered around you.

"Fuck..is a respect kink even a thing..?"

"What the hell are you talking about kacchan?"

"ITS NONE OF YOUR DAMN BUISNESS DUNCE FACE"

"Woah, calm down bakugo"

"Whatever..."

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7 YEARS LATER

Its been a few years since you graduated from u.a. Both you and bakugo were successful I'm becoming proheroes. Recently you have been trending all over social media because you reached the huge milestone of finally becoming number three In the hero ranks. Your popularity skyrocketed whenyou stopped a building from crashing down onto hundreds of citizens in Tokyo earlier this month. All over Twitter people have been congratulating you, especially the girls from class 1.A. The posts consist of pictures, fan edits, fan art, and videos from most, if not all of your recent interviews.

Bakugo was scrolling through one of your twitter tags, when his phone buzzed. He swiped the notification bar at the top of his screen down to see that izuku had sent him a message.

"What does he want..?" He clicked on the message to see an image of most of class 1.A sitting at a resturant table with you directly in the middle. You were sitting backwards on a turned around chair with a cake in your hands. The cake was decorated to look like your hero suit and it had a cake topper with a hash tag and a number three on it. Right below the photo was a small paragraph.

"Hey kaachan! I know you've been really busy with everything going on lately, but I couldn't help but noticr how dissapointed y/n seemed when kirishima told her that you couldn't make it to the lunch earlier today. Maybe it's time you finally stopped avoiding her? Don't try to say you havent been, because everyone knows that you have."

"Tch as if. Who does he think he is bossing me around." There was no way in hell he would be able to "pay you a visit". He was way too busy with work just like everyone else. Plus, you probably wouldn't even want to see his face after how he brushed your civil attempts at trying to become his friend off during highschool. Deku probably just read your expressionswrong, thats all.

Right?

Right....??

"Ugh! Stupid fucking deku with his smart-ass ideas. Why does he always have to be fucking right?"

Bakugo continued to mumble as he quickly stood up and grabbed a few of his things. Just as he was about to walk out of his office door, an annoying (as bakugo liked to put it) rhythmic knock was heard from it. "Hey bakugo, you in there? I wanna show you something!"

"Fucking hell"

Bakugo quietly sighed before walking towards the door. "Come on man it's really cool! It's this cat that's wearing a small costume that looks exactly like mine. You've gotta look!" Oh hell no. There was no way he was gonna let kiri in just for that, but how was he gonna get out of his office if kirishima was blocking his only exit? Well, his only reasonable exit. Bakugo never really liked his second option because of how dangerous it was but in this moment he had no choice. It was either open that door and get bombarded with dumb questions from his loud friend, or hop out of his window and use his quirk to stop himself from getting hurt.

"Bakugo if you don't open the door imma pick the lock!"

Once again there was no response from bakugos end of the door. "Alright man, you leave me no choice!" It took a few moments but eventually kirishima finally managed to unlock the door. He turned the knob and walked into the room to see no bakugo, and one of his office windows left wide open, letting the winter night air in. He quickly walked towards the window and looked down to see a figure with explosive hands floating (or more like sloppily falling) down towards the sidewalk.

"COME ON MAN IM NOT THAT BAD"

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AT Y/N'S HERO AGENCY

you had been at your agency building for hours working on an idea for your new merch realise. You were one of the very few heroes who worked on official merchandise themselves. Sure you were able to create what you wanted and people loved it, but this also added so much more work to your already heavy load. To you it was worth it though, because your fans always loved the things that you and your team produced and it made you happy to see that your teams hard work to make the best quality products actually payed off.

You picked up your mug to take a sip of your tea when you realise that all of it is gone. Letting out and exhausted sight you get up from your seat, with your mug in hand, and walk out of your office to go boil some more water. A few minutes later the water was finally hot enough so you quickly made your tea to your liking and walked back into your office. As soon as you walked in you were met with your patio doors wide open and Bakugo leaning against your desk with a greasy brown bag resting right next to him.

"Hey...."

"I....hi?"

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To be continued

Comments, and reblogs always help!<3

[filthforfriends]

Seeing the anons you get everytime you mention Lavinia or Giorgia or any of the partners is terrifying to me. I cannot IMAGINE what their DM’s are like. You have to be really strong to handle that. Kudos to them. I also watched a short interview with Giorgia yesterday where she was asked about the break she took from SM recently and she very calmly explained that she is sensitive and sometimes needs a break from the scrutiny for her mental health. I think that is putting it very lightly. I probably wouldn’t be that calm about it and I feel a lot of empathy towards her and that situation and no matter what anybody is saying I believe she is handeling it with a lot more grace than me ( if I were in her position). I’m even scared this ask might open the floodgates so you don’t have to answer it if you don’t want to. Just some of my thoughts on the 8th of March, a good day to talk about blatant misogyny.

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the anons are def out for blood tonight, but the one or two really vicious ones haven't dropped in for weeks. it also means that my posts are being shown to people.

anyways, Gio is incredibly poised. She's more than entitled to go on a rampage condemning all the "fans" that make her life hell. I know a lot of people, myself included, stay off twitter because its completely poisonous, but I worry about her perception being distorted of the haters : adults w critical thinking ratio.

I watched the harry and Megan docuseries and was shocked when they said that 70% of the 114,000 hate tweets they surveyed came from only 80 people. 29 million watched her marrying into a century old royal house and you couldn't even fill a fucking Macy's with people responsible for 79,800 hate tweets.

I worry that Gio doesn't know how few people are responsible for most of it because I'm sure it feels like the entire world wants to see her suffer. In reality she probably has more vibrators than committed haters. The reason it works is because a few people make themselves look like a huge group so people think they're siding with the majority. social media is fucked

[starrwulfe]

On the subject of Connecting Federated Social Media Networks

The past few days on the Fediverse have served to remind me a few things:

The internet is as smart and as ignorant (and everything in between) as the macrocosm known as “human civilization” reflects upon it.

Sometimes the victims will become the victimizers in any given situation, usually without them being aware of it.

Upon pointing it out to said type above, instead of working to acknowledge and understand, they will double-down under the guise of righteousness, again unwittingly using the exact playbook that they had been persecuted under at some point in the past.

As usual, any attempt by a rational third party to diffuse whatever situation breaking out on the internet will lead to a wider conflict/argument/brigade session where everyone winds up digging their heels in and missing entirely the point.

And finally, as usual, there’s a 95% chance it was started by someone who was all to ready to be triggered by anything and everything so they could start some shit on the internet at that moment.

OK, with that preamble out the way, let’s get into the latest drama related iconically to trying to bridge this patchwork, fledgling open social media landscape. As you may be aware, there are two federated decentralized social media protocols that are pretty big right now; ActivityPub and ATProto. Per my previous notes on both:

ActivityPub is a federated social networking protocol that enables users to interact across different servers and platforms used by popular projects like Mastodon, Pleroma, and PeerTube. It’s been around since 2017 and is born from previous projects like Statusnet and Ostatus. It’s in full federation right now, mainly serving as the underpinning to Mastodon, a microblogging server.

ATProto is a newer protocol developed by Bluesky, a public benefit company born from the ideas from former Twitter engineers. The protocol’s main advantage is that it provides true account portability and can scale up with search and discovery. Since it was originally developed to be the successor to Twitter, it also has hooks for composable moderation and algorithms. It’s not federated at the moment, but the only instance using it, the self-titular Bluesky (bsky.app) says “its immenent. Indeed, the company just took down the waitlist and opened up registration to everyone worldwide a few weeks ago.

Bluesky takes the velvet rope down 🦋

Bluesky has opened up and requires no waitlist now, so if you were searching for a Twitter alternative, then here you go: Once registered, find me here: For reference: FeatureBlueskyActivityPub/Mastod…

So what the hell happened?

In short, someone built something that can connect both networks together in a sense and a bunch of people who likely don’t really know the technology’s underpinnings instead proceeded to blow up their victim status to trigger everyone else and brigade the developer who was asking for constructive dialoge and ideas before he got too far in the development process.

snarfed.org

snarfed.org

Fediverse! I’ve been building a bridge to Bluesky, and they’re turning on federation soon, which means my bridge will be available soon too. You’ll be able to follow people on Blu…

Now I must note, I’ve been using Ryan’s Bridgy site and suite of crossposting tools ever since I got into the Indieweb movement as it ticks all my boxes for making my content go all over the web and whatever comments and discussions take place out there, I can track and archive them on my site without worrying if I’ll get taken down, or the site goes dark. Bridgy already has bridges for Mastodon, Reddit, Facebook, and even supported Instagram and Twitter before they became… drunk with power. I am eagerly awaiting the day when I can sit on Bluesky and follow Mastodon folks or sit on Mastodon and comment on Bluesky posts… Or better yet, tag everyone in both places from this blog right here. ActivityPub and ATProto are open source and its pretty easy to make tools like this unlike feeling around in the dark with undocumented APIs that may get shut down at any second; That’s why we can’t do this with Instagram!

It’s no secret the fediverse is the social media of choice for those who feel voiceless and vulnerable on the other “big” networks; you can gain a sense of community and comradery on an instance with others sharing the same experiences. However, it is still a social network.

Social: relating to or involving activities in which people spend time talking to each other or doing enjoyable things with each other.

Network: a system of devices, or entities including people and animals that are connected and can communicate with each other.

So in regard to having a bridge to connect the two together… Yeah, it’s kind of a no-brainer and I thought everyone else was looking forward to having it like myself. Boy was I wrong:

You need to make this opt IN not opt OUT. It absolutely fucking sucks that you want to force the majority of decentralized posts here into content for Jack fucking Dorsey.

Cyrus (still a bit spooky tbh) (@Cyrus@zirk.us)

honestly fuck you. Do you really expect everybody to have enough space in their bios to opt-out of your fucking bs? How many opt-out bs am I supposed to put there?

Joshix 🦣 (@joshix@fosspri.de)

My Take:

I honestly don’t get the vitrolic knee-jerk posts I saw coming left and right from some corners of the fediverse, then I started noticing the pattern: It’s mostly people not understanding what the goals of both ActivityPub and ATProto are as a protocol and their equating it to Mastodon and Bluesky as “psudo-corporations” that have some level of control… And even perhaps Ryan’s attempt to bridge both protocols with free and open source software that is literally already working to bridge other social networks as I type this, as some imaginary invasion mob coming to victimize them on the internet. 😓

Allow me to say this as a member of a marginalized group of people in real life who has had my share of internet trolls come at me: (I’m a Black man from the USA, and I have yet to lose my Black Card, am a refugee repping #BlackTwitter into the Fediverse on both Bsky and Masto so I think I can speak on some things.)

Get out of your feelings. The animosity is unwarranted and uncalled for. This is the internet and it wasn’t designed for you to have your entire-ass identity tied to it. This is truely the reason social media is some bullshit sometimes. The internet is supposed to be a communication tool, not some MMORPG for y’all to live your whole existence. If anything, your IRL personality should extend INTO it, not the other way around. Dude could’ve just cut the bridge on, posted Github links and lol’d all the way to the way to the next project and there wouldn’t be much you or I could say; the fediverse has no Ts&Cs to violate!

Attempt to learn the technology before you postulate whatever opinions around it. Don’t come up with some off-the-cuff hot take on how you think the bridge is suddenly going to aim 3 million users of Network A at your posts on being a furry/inanimate-curious who happens to be in a cross-species relationship with a hubcap from a 1993 Chevy Corsica that happen to be publicly available on Network B. That’s not how network bridges work. Understand that whatever you’ve posted publicly anywhere is subject to someone reading it and deciding to give you a like or give a hateful comment. They don’t need a bridge to do it; they can already just make an account on the network you’re already on and fuck with you. It’s actually easier for them and less traceable!

We already have bridges now. Consider this post is on my own personal blog powered by WordPress. It’s being cross-posted POSSE-style to wherever you’re reading this or got referred from, whether it was through an automatic script, or I manually cut and pasted over. My blog is already acting as a bridge and there are many others like it. It’s been that way in the past, and someone was bound to create this technology. If it’s not @snarfed, then it’ll be someone else. But mark my words, it’s gonna happen.

Learn the difference between protocols and applications. Bluesky is an application on the ATProto protocol. Mastodon is an application on the ActivityPub protocol. Both are facets of the wider fediverse. Don’t conflate these things. This blog is an application on BOTH those protocols and also does webmentions and other cool things. Once ATProto is fully federated and opened, it’s only a matter of time before I can snag an ATProto plugin in the same manner as the ActivityPub one and have it not even need to rely on a “translator” like Bridgy for that part. (If I just lost you with the technobabble, now you see why it’s important to seek to understand this technology before reacting to some perceived threat.)

You’re not in a walled garden on the fediverse. You’re in the open and as such you more than anyone should understand and respect the right to choose. The power here is in your hands and you have the ability to block, but your right to do so ends at the tip of your own nose and doesn’t come anywhere near mine. Also realize both ActivityPub and ATProto were designed for openness first; if you seek privacy and isolation, then you need to grab Signal and create some rooms there with some buddies away from the open internet.

Assholes exist everywhere. Don’t conflate the tech of one place with the ability to keep bigots, fascists, bullys, and jackasses from your timeline. Moreover, don’t shoo away people that are trying to do things that are inevitable anyway from doing it correctly! Understand federation is going to happen with or without your input if not by this project, by someone else. There’s no hiding, there’s no “safe place” except the one you create and control yourself within or without these places.

Letting you connect to other people you care about is not unethical or immoral. You have a lot of options for whether you want to participate in the BS bridge–either by managing your follows directly, by blocking users from that domain, or by blocking the whole domain. This is how federation works. You have absolute control over who you interact with.

Evan Prodromou (@evan@cosocial.ca)

I’m approaching this line of thinking from my longtime use, contribution and propagation of FOSS/open-source software and the use of my actual social media of choice, the indieweb which is best summed up here:

The #IndieWeb is for everyone, everyone who wants to be part of the world-wide-web of interconnected people. The social internet of people, a network of networks of people, connected peer-to-peer in human-scale groups, communities of locality and affinity.

tantek.com

Also, one more thing:

The most important lesson, I’ve ever learned about online privacy is this one: If you want something to be private online, don’t put it online in the first place.

DavidB (@DavidBHimself)

📡🔀

bsky

[keepmeinprayer]

i’m putting this notice at the beginning because i don’t wanna argue about anything. these are my personal thoughts and experiences and i want to explicitly state that there is no need to try to argue for someone or something here. not that i’m so important that you may feel the need to do so, but i’ve become acutely aware of the nature of the internet and it feels necessary to say that i’ve made up my mind on this subject. it’s not that i don’t want people to read this and have opinions on it, but please don’t come under here (thinking that since this is the internet and i’ve put my thoughts in a public place, you’re entitled to give your opinion) with any negativity. someone doing the exact thing i’ve asked not to do feels inevitable, but i want to give the benefit of the doubt. i’m asking (because why not ask?) that you consider that i’m a human being with my own thoughts and feelings. consider that i know that you are the same, so you can be in disagreement with me or have strong feelings about what i’m saying. you can - meaning you are totally capable of - reading this without commenting something negative.

i’ve realized that my community [of action] cannot be found online. i want desperately to reach out to people, but more than that, i want to make a difference in people’s lives. i think after reading “healing through the dark emotions” by miriam greenspan and seeing how often she asks you to take action in the face of emotions so raw and scary and human (grief, fear, and despair), something finally clicked into place. (i think this is also perfect timing because i’m in my mid-twenties, so my brain is at its peak!) i’m starting to be moved by true empathy. (empathy isn’t just about understanding how others feel. it’s about what you do for others when you understand their predicament and the effect it is having on their wellbeing.) as it stands, the work that needs to be done on my part cannot be done via the internet. to me, the internet is a privilege, a shield where we can pretend to be doing all that we can while not really doing any impactful work.

i feel so limited by technology. technology really is not compatible with who i am and the work i wanna do. (i’m not even quite sure what kind of work i wanna do, but i wanna start somewhere where i can actually see and connect with others.) i spend more time looking for attention on the internet than giving it to those who need it the most. and that’s a result of my past, of my childhood experiences, of my current situation in life. i’m not blaming anyone for it, it’s just something i’ve realized i do. i’m feeling a change come over me like a wave. i think it’s because i’m seeing so many people unplug from the internet. maybe they realized (earlier than i did) that the communal work that needs to be done cannot be done online and is even limited by playing into the games of social media. (what a difference i felt when i decided to take a short twitter break! try it for yourself paired with doing something that enlivens you like reading or meditating or cooking or writing or painting!) when i took a step back and then returned, i became mindful of everything i was consuming. i saw how much secondhand hate i was being regularly hit with. one of my friends said this and it really fits in the context of what i’ve witnessed: so often, people are quick to choose the inhumane thing over the humane thing. it’s so discomforting to watch a place that was once so fun transform in a negative way. i don’t even think that gets to the root of the problem… it’s not that social media is becoming a place of hate because a certain social media site is infamous for how its users around a certain time displayed careless bigotry. it’s more about how people are relying on social media to make a change (for themselves and/or others). it’s about how social media and reality are starting to merge. before, the hate felt like it couldn’t actually touch me or others. now? it feels like the hate we see on social media directly precedes harm in reality. it’s difficult, but it was a necessary wake-up call. i know there’s no way to escape hate, but why should i subject myself to it so regularly? i have to be fair to myself, so i can be fair to others.

(as an extra note, there are people who are doing amazing things for others via the internet. people are creating and sharing things like art, poetry, visual and auditory stories, photographs, and music and the consumers of such raw and beautiful artistry are changed for the better because of their exposure to this content. however, many people, myself included, are not doing that kind of work. and so.. i feel a responsibility - a really strong pull - to get off the internet and actually do something with my hands. with my feet. with my body.)

all this to say, i think this is really my final farewell to social media! when i say social media, i mean twitter and instagram and facebook and twitch and all of those sites where the developers tried to replace physical human connection with virtual connections. i’ll keep tumblr because it’s always been a site that appeals to me. you can argue that they’ve added messaging and other interactive features to connect with others on tumblr, but at its core, it’s really just a place to share your humanity (your art, your thoughts, your feelings) with no need to actually put on a show for others. at least for me, it’s like that. disconnecting will be really hard because i’ve become so attached to social media. i’ve been on social media since i was in middle school and i’ve seen how it’s changed. how it’s changed me and others. how it’s changed the world. it has its faults and its benefits. however, the state of it now..? let’s just say i’ve seen that you can document all you want and nothing will change if people aren’t moved to action on their own. you can yell and scream and cry and plead repeatedly for help in a camera. you can show dead bodies, bleeding bodies, rampant violence and rampage. you can show greed and apathy and hatred. you can show all of the scary aspects of humanity, but if people don’t understand their role in combatting that with their own goodness, you can’t bombard them with images and videos and words to make them understand. they really have to be fully in it to understand and move. (thinking of that toni morrison quote about racism and distraction. replace racism with social media. replace racism with consumerism. that’s all… :))

i already feel uncomfortable with starting the work in real life because i’m so out of practice and beginning things is already such a daunting task for me. nonetheless, i know that once i start, it’ll be worthwhile. i might struggle and feel drawn back to what is easy, but i will work on committing myself to overcoming challenges and helping others. i’ll be honest with myself and admit when things feel extremely difficult because of my own faults. all of that is a part of the work i have to and want to do, so i’m devoting myself to the effort. i’ll take my time, dip my toes in the water, and get a feel for where the best place to engulf myself in the work is.

if you’ve taken the time to read this, i appreciate your patience and presence in my ramblings. may you also find your place in the world and be given the grace to do so as many times as you need.

(p.s. i think i will write another stream of consciousness about distraction, but not now. my brain is a bit spent right now.)

[mineofilms]

Compromises to Freedom Three

“Free speech is you know; Nazis saying that; ‘uh, you know trans-women shouldn't, you know, use women's, uh, locker rooms,’ then awesome, I guess mission accomplished.” ~Fired Twitter Data Analyst

See; this is the problem I have with these Twitter employees, cough, former Twitter employees, of all makes, models, years, colors, sexes and creeds. They see something, anything, most things, very small as a macro, one size fits all mentality. For those of us that grew up in the early 00s believing computer tech/coders where these socially awkward personalities that had short tempers and lived in their mother’s basement wearing their dirty underwear. We now are seeing what this version of that is. Kids and younger adults out of college with “progressive” ideologies that feel they are owed/entitled so much from society that they feel compelled to force their views on the population regardless if one is left or right in the binary information system. Not all humans or even Americans think in those terms. Sure, some do, but not all, not even most.

They use an example like this; “White Nazis that single out the Trans community.” Does that happen? Of course it does. Are those the only groups of people that want a voice on that topic? Not even close. Twitter took it upon themselves to say, “disagreeing with what they deem as accurate, right, truth, belief and knowledge” warrants expulsion from their platform. Even if one is not making a dig at a group and simply wants to discuss why this/that is supposed to be right/wrong/normal that cannot be allowed on the platform and is flagged as if it were some crazy Nazis propaganda. They literally treat both as one in the same…

A Little History Lesson for These Now Fired Twitter Employees.

What they are/were doing is not much different than what happened in Germany leading up to World War II. Twitter has put pressure on people to have a side and use their platform to speak out where they normally would not before all this. Twitter still bullies. They still preach idiocracy at its finest. It has been the hip thing to accept these days… Take a bad idea and try to conform others to think it’s good. Car Salesman/Sheepeople Mentality and people circum to the pressure of this philosophy in fear they might get canceled themselves. I go on social media to escape these realities not have my timelines flooded with opinions that do not make logical sense forced upon me as if they were real facts and real truth other than what they are, beliefs and opinions. If Fired-Woke-Twitter-Employees want me to respect their outcry and rage then respect my right to have an unfiltered opinion about it. That isn’t what they practice/preach. They want their voice to be the only one and you must comply, agree, obey to and with it or be removed from the platform as if you broke a real law or something. Do not give them room to poison you, your forum and what is yours that is not theirs, which equals your opinion about anything. Your opinion is not theirs. It is yours.

“Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I’m not sure about the former.” ~Albert Einstein. My opinion of those types of people; the “Don’t Matters, Generation Asshole or Generation Zero.” These labels are just descriptions by their behavior… All the triggering hateful shit these people use as their counter-argument, literally equals, ZERO. Hence, Generation Zero… THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA is not, by definition, a racist country. That divide is being fabricated for clicks, for power, for money, not our best interests… There are bad people out there, absolutely. There are people that break the law. There are racist people out there widely advertising that. There are homophobic people doing the same thing… Of course there are people that are all of these things; but the country as a whole is not a racist one. Stop it with that nonsense… Just because you were treated badly for being you doesn’t mean all people like you are treated badly and those few that did treat you badly do not represent the country as a whole, specifically in ideologies.  However, I can see where someone hurt would think that based on the superficial bullshit presented by CNN and the Woke Left Mob. There are people of all walks of life here. Sure, some of them are bad and some are bad and in a position of power at the same time. That is evident. I am not at all debating that…

Most of what I know here is from the very few outlets I feel like speak objective truth based on actual facts of a given situation and that have healthy debates/conversations within that system. How can you have a debate about any subject for being banned on the platform for simply disagreeing with the original take and giving a detailed, well thought out explanation as to why one feels the way you feel? Kind of hard when you can only present something in what? 120-140 characters, including spaces?

There are bad people in this country in positions of power that want to divide all Americans into these little subgroup tribes that seem to use being offended as a recreational sport so they can be easily manipulated and controlled. I’m not LEFT. I’m not Right. I’m not pro-anything and I’m not against-anything. I believe in Live and Let Live, respect other people’s property that isn’t yours, respect the law, respect liberty, which are for everyone, and respect the fact that people that differ from you, your beliefs are probably just as confused and mentally insecure as you or me…

To Sum Up How I Feel About Politics…

Regardless of what is at play here both sides lack the ability to take a piece of poop, dress it up, remove the smell and then present that as food for human consumption. Either side will NEVER be able to convince me that the POOP they serve is anything other than POOP… LOL, Literally; AKA POOP Logic… Cancel Culture this, WOKE that, Good, Bad, Right, Wrong, For, Against, Moral, Immoral, Gay, Straight, Black, White, Asian, Privileged, Livin’ on the Streets, FK Karen…

Rewriting History…

If we change what happened before to seem lesser, we will absolutely repeat it. Like, when did "that" become a thing? As much as I do not wanna admit to this; people judge other people in life, be it social media or real-world applications, based on what they post on social media. That is the new normal we live in now. If you put your whole life, inner thoughts on social media, unfiltered, for EVERYONE in your personal, business and/or social networks, people will judge you based on that. One is free to post their thoughts, but have some “perceptional awareness.” Read the room or at least think of how your peers might think of you if you are the asshole in the crowd, not some of the time, but ALL of the time. The more you are supposed to know as an adult.

You cannot have the conversations/dialogs about topics without establishing the fallacies of the information system standards these concepts are based on. I keep seeing these as not based on logic, common sense, critical thinking and knowledge. They are based on belief and raw angered emotion. Belief is not a measurement of truth, knowledge and knowing, but at some point in all this we allowed the concept of belief to stand for solid grounded things, conceptually. When it is actually based on the stuff clouds are made up of and not solid matter.

The outrage culture cannot be met with our own version of that. We cannot fight their outcry with our own crying or violence. They are being loud for loud's sake. If we be loud it has to be grounded in something other than being deliberately offensive for offensive's sake. This is why I will roll my eyes when Kayne West does his little rants. He is basically Alex Jones at this point; where of the ten things he rants about, one or two of them have some merit of discussion and the rest are just the ramblings of someone that isn't mentally stable, and cannot articulate their arguments on those two things. So, they get emotionally frustrated with the process and say some crazy ass bullshit to get people paying attention again. No one is paying attention to the two things that could have been decent talking points for discussion anymore. They only notice the eight crazy things they just said. It is why both their careers are in the dumps now.

As History Sees It…

Hitler was often put on the back burner early in his political career; because he would stand for crazy ass things while some things may have had made some sense at the time. Eventually, he was able to strong-arm his way into power and then exercised those crazy things literally. This is why it is easy for the WOKE to label some noncrazy people as crazy people. They have adapted the same process. Hitler literally bullied and terrorized those that stood in his way till they gave him the absolute power he required to make the change he saw fit. Twitter’s approach was not much different than this conceptually. Not allowing counter points to be made just because “they” do not agree with them is the first step. Instead of beatings, Twitter just cancels the account so they cannot voice an opinion. What’s the difference?

History Lesson…

Shortly after Hitler was appointed chancellor of Germany. A young Dutch communist confessed to starting a fire in Germany's parliament Reichstag building (Berlin). Hitler used this one isolated incident to convince President Hindenburg to give Hitler emergency powers where he would then declare decree suspending many civil liberties throughout Germany. Overnight Freedom of the Press, Freedom of Expression, and the Right to Hold Public Assemblies were deemed illegal. The police were authorized to detain any and all citizens without reason. The authority usually exercised by regional governments became subject to control by Hitler’s national regime.

Let’s Put That in Today’s Terms.

You have a radical politician who was previously jailed for trying to take over the government given the Vice Presidency. Another radical activist lights the Government building on fire. The VP goes to the President, who was too old to understand what was happening to gain the power of the President to correct it all. The President grants the VP this power. The known radical starts to do radical things with no one to stand in his way and with support of the 1%’ers within the government. Freedom of the Press in today’s terms would be freedom of speech all the way around. You would not be able to go on social media and complain about it in any way without having a knock at the door from the police and a government official.

Just Image if That Really Happened?

Um, as Elon Musk just said; “Let that sink in!” Freedom of Expression. Yeah do not go outside and show your feelings out in public. That will also generate the knock at the door response. Getting the people together in town halls to discuss this? Nope, same result. In today’s terms loss of these freedoms would literally be making discourse of any kind, illegal and subject to a knock at the door.

Its Ok People. Twitter Was Only at Stage One.

History at play in 2022 can be some scary ass shit on Devil’s Night (night before Halloween). Much like the Nazis, Twitter does/did this right out in the open. Not at all hiding what it was they were up to. This goes hand and hand with the POOP LOGIC concept. They are dressing this POOP up and telling us to eat it and not question at all where this POOP came from and the irony of what it represents. People get labeled for their loud rants because people are only paying attention to the raw emotion of it. Not what they say may have merit or not. The message gets lost because of the blind emotion. How many times have we seen that? Is it not a stage act? Every concert you go to. Every great speech or monologue on TV or a movie. If you are loud and passionate. People will pay attention even if the message is a bad one. That is why I do not play the game like that. I bring my arguments to such a level of a degree of logic that someone/anyone has to spend the time and deep thinking at a level they are not used to and they realize it takes too much to argue back. So they don't or they cannot. I do not just say they shouldn’t have a countering opinion. If that opinion is nonsensical then they had their chance. I do not have to even acknowledge it or respect it, but at least give them the opportunity to.

It is that frustration in the process of meaningful communication that created Twitter to begin with and why everything is in short little bursts. The shorter you can articulate something the less real meaning it has. You have to abbreviate it to such a point the actual lesson gets lost. All discourse is now are buzz words, triggering insults or GIFs/MEMEs/emojis. They may not see the actual message and intention due to the loud distraction of the offensive part that triggered them. The WOKE do not see this. They believe themselves to be righteous, but so did the Nazis. They do not see the process on how Nazi Germany won their battles to be in a position of power to begin with. The WOKE tend to not acknowledge the Nazis at all unless when they describe ANYONE that disagrees with them and that is how we got here to begin with.

The Silencing of Counter Viewpoints.

Twitter uses one example as; it is Nazi propaganda. That saying a biological male cannot get pregnant and give birth to the child was part of this Nazi propaganda. Yes, that actually happened. To simply question the statement or challenge it scientifically was deemed Nazi propaganda. Was/is there, actual, real, Nazi propaganda out there by actual people that claim to be Nazis? Probably… Or course there is. If you can think of it, it’s probably out there. There has always been a small percentage of those types of people out there with those views on the Internet.

Newsflash…

They have always been there online from day one. In the 2000s there were whole online communities for groups of all kinds of beliefs that most I would not agree with. Just because I have feelings for/towards/against doesn’t mean those places do not exist online in some areas of the Internet. What most people see/use of the Internet on a daily basis has been estimated at 0.004%. That means there is more than 99% of the Internet we have not seen and/or cannot access. So do not act like there are not hate groups out there on the internet. There are… The internet companies/communities have done a decent job over the decades keeping them away from most mainstream online platforms. They will always be some out there, but to use that as the main excuse to cancel all conversations on the subjects that absolutely warrant discourse on the Twitter platform under the disguise of silencing Nazi propaganda on their platform is absolute crazy talk. Yes, they should be fired, set straight and in the upcoming weeks we will be seeing this on the Twitter platform.

Intentionality to me is super important and Twitter should look at this as part of its philosophy moving forward with free speech. That is why I choose my form of communication as long-winded bursts of logic over being the crisis actor or the spirit Halloween costume of ‘Woke College Student’ of the day. The louder people get; the louder I turn my headphones on, because now it seems both binary sides do not care about right/wrong, but winner/loser. About competition, people will do anything to win if they become frustrated with the process of winning. ANYTHING...

“What you've seen with Twitter is a very WOKE Workforce, who had basically been, you know, ‘Shadow Banning’ conservative commentators from Twitter for a long time. We've all known this. They've also been almost exclusively banning people on the right without banning people on the left for similar offenses. It is to me, ridiculous, that Donald Trump; a recently serving president of the United States, is currently banned from Twitter, but the heads of the Taliban and Iran are allowed to be on that platform! That to me exposes the hypocrisy at the heart of what's been going on…”

“We saw the same hysteria and hypocrisy when Donald Trump became president in 2016 and the likes of Chelsea Handler, Snoop Dogg, Miley Cyrus and Cher all vowed to leave America in fury and despair, but then all stayed. So I confidently predict none of those currently screaming ‘I QUIT!’ will stop themselves from tweeting for long. They’re too addicted to the slavishly approving echo-chamber attention and sound of their own permanently whiny voices.” ~Piers Morgan

These two quotes from a man I have not always liked much but I like what he had to say here. I thought it was pretty accurate on what I am talking about here, but he goes in for the celebrities. I do not think my opinion on what I think of celebrities or former celebrities think about politics is relevant with free speech or at the very least counter arguments on a subject. It is utterly absurd to me to assume by default that just because a person, any person, has celebrity status that they know what FK they are talking about. In most cases these are performance artists and they literally give you a different experience for your entertainment as their career choice. These people may leave the platform for a time but as Morgan says they cannot help themselves. Celebrities need this stuff more than it needs them. When you have discussions and one or many isn’t really well educated on the subject but yet they want a voice that usually comes out. It does not paint that celebrity in a positive light.

Celebrities cannot handle that. They cannot handle being wrong like that. There are plenty of smart celebrities out there that do not get involved in this. They keep it about their craft and that is it. Some will throw some personal stuff on there, their personal passions and such. However, when it comes to a lot of topics they stay neutral, as they should. I would if I were a celebrity, especially if I made my money on ALL walks of peoples. I take a stance on something and I just alienated all that do not agree with that. In a binary information system someone is always right and someone is always wrong. You make a choice in that system you have about 50/50 chance of getting praise for your choice or trolled with possible cancelation. We can take that a step farther because not all people will be 50/50. If you are in an area that tends to be 60/40 or 85/15 on that subject. Now you have that to contend with. So, yeah, if one is a celebrity and still wants to be a celebrity for their art why would they even get involved?

Why Would Anyone Just Believe Them Because They Are A Celebrity?

Just because I love this guy in this movie or loved her in that. Doesn’t mean her thoughts on free speech is accurate. It is still a belief either way. Why do they get so much praise for a stance? Most of the time they do not do anything for anyone. If they do; it is because they have to write some money off. They’re publicist tells them what to say and they just say it. Some of the major celebrities do not even do most of their social media. They have companies that post on their behalf and most people just swallow this shit up. The lesson here is do not allow POOP logic to keep creeping into our society the way it has in the past decade or so. It’s been there since the inception of the Internet, chat rooms and then later social media. We have allowed and rewarded irrational bad human behavior. This is breaking one of the very first lessons one would learn in Psychology 101. Do not reward bad behavior. Yet… Here-We-Are…

“All of this has happened before. All of this will happen again.” – Originally by novelist and playwright J.M. Barrie’s line from “Peter Pan.” It was also used many times in the “Battlestar Galactica Reimagined” TV Show from 2004-2010. The message is: human kind is destined to change into something new after the fall of human kind. This Great Change is Enviable. The more we push back. The more we try to control this. The more it will hurt. We must be sadists…

 Compromises to Freedom Three Compromises to Freedom One Compromises to Freedom Two by David-Angelo Mineo 10/29/2022 to 11/1/2022 3,553 Words

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Hey could you please write something with reader's ex leaking some private pictures you two took when you were together just because he's jealous of you and tom, so when tom hears about what happened he is so upset that someone could be this low, he's not even jealous, he is just so mad that he could cry

A/N: Thank you for sending this in, I hope you enjoy! 💕

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sex, leaking of nudes (this is never okay, I do not condone this behaviour), talks of bad relationships, mentions of stalking (do not read if you are uncomfortable).

You and Tom had been together for just over a year and a half, it had been amazing, you absolutely adored each other and everyone could see it. There was only one negative in your relationship and that came with your ex.

He was an incredibly jealous human being, awful in every way. You broke things off with him after two years of putting up with his behaviour. You'd not been allowed to have male friends, the relationship you had with the men Tom lived with was strange for you at first, at every turn you expected Tom to get angry about how close you were getting. It never happened, Tom adored the relationship you had with the boys and it was quick to reassure you of that fact when you opened up to him about it.

Unfortunately, although he claimed he wasn't in love with you, he couldn't let you go. He was so jealous when he found out you'd moved on that he started stalking your social medias, leaving comments on your posts which led to you blocking him. Of course, this didn't work, he made new accounts in order to find out what you were doing, leaving nasty comments on posts you made to a point where you simply stopped posting as often.

He was tiring and for a while you worried he'd find you, approach you but he never did. You'd been on edge for a short time after making your relationship with Tom public due to the comments he'd leave on your posts. You wondered whether or not he'd ever get over it, let you go but he seemingly wasn't going to anytime soon. It was tiresome, truly but you'd learned to live with it, you continued to block the accounts he made, Tom personally emailing the social media companies in hopes they could put a stop to him but to no avail.

You travelled with Tom a lot, most of the time unless you had family commitments that kept you homebound. This was due to your job and the way it worked, you never needed to be in an office and you could work from anywhere in the world. Book editing meant you had freedom. It made you feel safe, knowing Tom was never far away and when he was filming you could spend time with one of the boys and it brought a huge comfort to you.

You were back in London, in Tom's shared house after a long stretch in the states, you were happy to be back home, have your home comforts. You had been in and out of sleep for the past hour, your phone buzzing like crazy which had resulted in you turning it off, not ready to face whatever it was so early in the morning. That was all well and good until Tom's phone started half an hour later.

"Tom." You lightly shook him in his sleep and he mumbled incoherently in response. "Tom?" You tried harder.

"Y/N, go back to sleep." He grumbled as he pulled you into his chest as his phone started again. You pushed against his chest and his eyes snapped open.

"Tom your phone." You stated and Tom groaned before rolling over and mindlessly fishing for the device, turning it off as well. "It might be important." You said and he rolled back over to pull you into him.

"I'll deal with it later, it's my week off, it can wait." He mumbled into your neck as he sighed out. It didn't take him long to find sleep again as he held you against his chest, his warmth wrapping around you and making you drift into your own sleep.

You're not sure how long you'd been back asleep before you heard banging on your bedroom door. Tom groaning as he squeezed your body and ignored the knocks, hoping whichever boy it was would go away.

"Tom." Harrison's voice pulled you both from your sleepy state. He sounded worried, not his usual calm and chilled out self as he banged on the door again. "You need to get up." He said frantically.

"Fuck off Harrison, I'm tired." Tom shouted back as you sat up and ran a hand over your face. Tom protesting as you sat against the headboard trying to come to. "Darling, come back." He begged, almost childishly, you were about to respond when Harrison piped up again.

"Tom, mate seriously. Get up, it's important." He tried and Tom groaned again before sitting up next to you. "Right, I'm coming in." Haz shouted before opening your bedroom door, phone in hand and face paler than usual.

"Haz what is so important that we need to get up at," Tom started as he checked his watch. "7:30 in the morning."

"You need to check your phones." He said as he threw his phone in your direction. With furrowed brows you picked it up. "I'm so sorry Y/N/N." He said and Tom was quick to grab his phone, turning it on.

"What do you mean? Haz it's early and I've not woken up yet, what's going on?" Tom asked as you scrolled Haz's phone, quiet as a mouse, face dropping. You flicked though the series of pictures that had made their way to twitter, complete and utter disbelief hitting you.

"Her ex." Harrison said as Tom's phone finished booting up, numerous missed calls from his publicist and twitter notifying him that he was trending. "Y/N/N, are you okay?" Harrison asked as he took in your figure.

"How long have these been up?" You asked, eyes not leaving his phone.

"I don't know they were posted overnight." Harrison sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. Numerous pictures of yourself from a couple of years ago staring back at you. Pictures with your ex in very compromising positions mocking you as you looked at them.

You nodded slowly as you swallowed down your emotions, you lifted a shaky hand to run through your hair. The internet had practically seen you for what you were, seen things that were meant for a significant other. Pictures of yourself you'd sent to your ex before things got bad between the two of you.

"Fucking piece of shit." Tom whispered as he himself saw what Harrison had been talking about. You felt like crying, the lump in your throat felt heavy as you tried to swallow it down, tears blurring your vision as you looked at the pictures.

"Sweetheart," Tom started as he took Harrison's phone from your hand and handed it back to his friend. Harrison took it and quickly made his way from your room, he knew you were seconds away from breaking down and you needed your privacy.

"I thought he'd deleted them." You whispered to more yourself than anyone else. "I sent those at the beginning of our relationship, fucking idiot." You said to yourself and Tom pulled you into him as your tears fell, silently crying.

"You're not an idiot. This is on him, not you. I'm so sorry." Tom said as he held you. "He had no right to do that."

"Is he ever going to leave me alone?" You cried and Tom's heart shattered there and then in his chest. This man had been a tormenter for years, too long and he had been cause for your tears numerous times over your relationship.

"He is. I swear to god this is the last time." Tom promised as he held you tight against him. His phone rang yet again and he huffed out in annoyance as he lifted an arm, reaching for his phone. "Hey, I'll call you back." Tom said into the phone, you didn't hear the response. "No, this is more important, I'll talk to you later." Tom snapped before hanging up the phone and throwing it to one side.

You became a sobbing mess, the world having seen parts of yourself you never wanted them to. You wanted to disappear off the face of earth, how were you supposed to go out in public after this? How were you supposed to face the people you knew? Your mind was racing, thoughts embedding themselves as you thought more about what would happen. You only cried harder as you thought about it.

Tom comforted you through your breakdown, reassuring you that it was going to be okay. He was in complete shock, how could someone do this? He wanted to cry as he held you, his heart was broken for the woman in his arms. He listened as you eventually calmed down, breathing steadying as you pulled away from his chest and wiped your face.

"I'm gonna do something about this, I promise." Tom comforted and he watched as a defeated look spread across your face.

"What does it matter? The world has seen them now." You smiled sadly, realising there was nothing you could do. He'd taken things to a knew level, one you would never hear the end of. "It's my own fault, I never should have sent them." You bit your lip as you tried to hold back more tears.

"No baby, don't do that. Don't blame yourself, it's not your fault." He said as he sat across from you, taking your hands into his own. You couldn't look him in the eye, what if he hated you for this? This was something people could use against him now, what if he was disgusted you ever sent them to him.

"Stop it." Tom said softly, he could see you reeling, see your thoughts consuming you. He always knew, he said you had this look on your face and in your eyes, he knew you like the back of his hand. "Don't, I know what you're thinking and this isn't your fault."

"Look at me," Tom encouraged as he took your chin in his hand and forced your gaze into his own. "I promise this is going to be okay." He comforted and the look in his eyes was so comforting, so safe. No judgement, nothing hiding behind them, he was heart broken for you, you could see that in the tears that were slightly welling in his eyes.

It wasn't that you were against sending pictures to your partner, you and Tom had sent your fair share to each other. But you had learned a valuable lesson, you'd deleted every picture between you and your ex because that was the right thing to do, right? But he hadn't, he'd kept them and it made you uncomfortable as to why? Why would he want to keep those pictures? Why would he release them for the world to see?

"One minute." Tom said as he got off the bed and made his way into the en suite. You heard running water and you knew he was running you a bath, the evidence in the smell of flowers filling the room as he added your favourite bubble bath. He reappeared after a while.

"Come on. I've got some calls to make so you have a bath." He said as he held his hand out for you. Your heart warmed but you sighed as you took his hand and stood up.

"This isn't your mess to clean up Tom, it's mine." You mumbled and Tom shook his head as he tugged you slightly into the bathroom.

"If it affects you, it affects me. I'm gonna do everything I can to protect you. I love you okay? This isn't your fault and I'm gonna put an end to his shit, I've had enough. I'm gonna do something about him." Tom said and you smiled sadly.

"Thank you." You said and Tom smiled as he gestured for you to get into the bath.

"I'll be back in a while. I'm gonna talk to my legal team, see what I can do. You just try and relax and I want you to promise me that you'll stay off social media today." He said and you nodded as he smiled in comfort at you, kissing your forehead as he left the bathroom and made his way downstairs, grabbing his phone and putting some sweats on as he did.

"How is she?" Harrison asked, almost as soon as Tom entered the living room. Tom sighed as he turned to his best friend.

"She's upset. Blames herself for ever sending them." He said and Haz furrowed his brows.

"This is that twats fault. I swear if I ever see him again I'm gonna punch the smug look he always has right off his fucking face." Haz said.

"You'll have to get in line. I could kill him for what he's done." Tom said, he was so upset that you'd been put through this. "I want to fucking cry for her Haz, she's devastated." Tom continued as Tuwaine made his way into the room.

"That man is a fucking dick." He ranted straight away, Harry agreeing as he made his way in. "I can't believe the shit he's pulled." He continued.

"He's was so open about it, posting them onto his personal twitter account." Harry said in disbelief.

"I'm hoping that was his biggest mistake, what I can get him for." Tom said as he scrolled his contacts, pulling up the head of his legal team.

"What's the reaction online?" Haz asked carefully and Tuwaine shook his head.

"Half and half, some people are defending her, some are mocking her, others judging. It's a mess, people wanna know how Tom feels about it, some Y/N. I don't know, I tried not to look too much." Tuwaine sighed and Haz gave a tight nod as he grabbed his phone and vigorously started to type.

Tom left the room as he held the phone to his ear, on the phone with his legal team. Disappearing to talk in private. Harrison finally finished his typing as Tuwiane and Harry's phone pinged, Harrison's tweets coming to their attention.

There are no words for what has happened to my two best friends. What this man has done is disgusting and in no way Y/N's fault, please stop circulating the pictures. They were posted without her consent and she is hurting enough without people mocking her. Leave her alone, leave Tom alone. You will hear from them when they are ready.

Harry and Tuwaine retweeting the tweets before adding their own in support of you. You were close to them all, they were like your brother's.

"Do you think she'll be okay?" Harry asked.

"I don't know. This is just awful, I can't believe this has happened." Tuwaine said and watched as you appeared in the living room, you had your pyjama pants on, one of Tom's hoodies consuming your upper half as you looked sheepishly around the room.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry this has happened." Tuwaine said as he pulled you into his chest, squeezing you in comfort. "It's okay, we're gonna get you through this." He promised and your heart warmed as you hugged him back.

There was a part of you that wondered how much the boys had seen, it made you feel strange around them. What if they'd seen the pictures of your intimate parts?

"I didn't look." Tuwaine said, almost as if he could read your thoughts. "I saw enough to know when to stop scrolling, enough to know what had happened." He reassured as the boys voiced the same.

"Okay, he's gonna do some digging, see how far he can take it. See what he can get him done for." Tom said as he reappeared, you instantly leaving Tuwaine's arms for your boyfriends.

"Is it looking promising? That we can press charges of some sort against him?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, he's just said he'll see if he can take more action. He's already contacted twitter and they're trying to put a stop to the sharing of the pictures. The rest of the sites the same." Tom said as he squeezed you tightly, chin resting on top of your head.

Tom's phone rang again and he pulled it from his pocket, sighing as he watched his publicists name flash across his screen. This was the phone call he was dreading because his PR team didn't give a fuck how you looked, it was all about Tom. This wasn't about him.

"Hello?" Tom said as he answered, he couldn't ignore them forever.

"Tom! Finally!" He heard the shrill screech of her voice and he grimaced as he did. He moved you both to sit on the couch, sitting you on his lap as he cuddled you. "Have you seen the internet?"

"Yeah." Tom said, almost annoyed.

"Y/N needs to put out a statement." She said and Tom huffed, anger building in him.

"Y/N doesn't need to do anything. She will address this if and when she is ready." Tom snapped.

"Tom this will make it look bad for you if neither of you address it. Some people are speculating she's cheated." She replied and your stomach dropped as you overheard her. Tom shifted you onto the couch as he got up, placing a kiss to your lips as he disappeared again. You didn't need to hear any of this.

"I don't give a shit to be honest. She hasn't cheated, these photos where posted without her consent. This isn't about me, this is about her." Tom snapped.

"But Tom, you are Spiderman, your girlfriends nudes have been leaked, pictures of her with another man have leaked." She snapped back and Tom's anger hit breaking point.

"I don't care. I just told you that. I'm not going to force her to do a thing she doesn't want. I don't care that I am Spiderman, what happened to her is wrong and I'm gonna stand by her."

"About that." She said Tom's heart dropped.

"What?"

"We think it might be best if you distanced yourself from her. Make it look like a slight break." His publicist said and Tom's anger hit the roof at the suggestion. His publicist had never been fond of your relationship, they wanted him to date other celebrities, he'd fought them for ages on this front.

"Not happening. This is devastating for her, you really think I'm gonna abandon her? You know what? If anyone thinks negatively about me or her, that's on them because what has happened to her is wrong. How do you think that will look? I can just see the headlines. Tom Holland leaves girlfriend after nudes where leaked without her consent. What sort of a message does that send to people? Did you think about that? Or is this just you taking another opportunity to try and get me seen with someone you approve of?" Tom screamed, the house heard.

"I, I suppose I hadn't thought about that." She stumbled out quietly. Tom pinched the bridge of his nose as he tried to calm himself.

"I don't want to hear anything more about this. I'm going to deal with this my way. This isn't about me, this about her and sticking by her, which I am going to do. Whatever you might say. The fact that you hadn't thought about what I've just said makes clear to me that I can't trust you with this one and maybe I should be looking for someone I can." Tom snapped.

"I'm sorry, I'll leave you be. We'll try and do what we can here." She said and Tom didn't even feel guilty for blowing out on his publicist, the team could be the biggest wankers he'd ever met anyway.

"Tom, you'll get in trouble." You said as he made his way back into the room. He sat down next to you, pulling you into his side as he kissed your head.

"I don't care. This isn't about me, they need to realise that." Tom spoke into your hair. He pulled his phone from his pocket as he typed away, minutes later and everyone's phone had pinged, Tom had posted to Instagram. It was a picture of the two of you, one taken over winter in by the fire.

I'm sure many of you have seen what has happened. I'm devastated someone would do this, these pictures were posted without her consent. This man kept these pictures for over two years and then posted them. I ask that you stop judging and just think for a second how this would make you feel, if it was you in this position. She trusted him enough to send those images and he broke that trust, it's so wrong.

I ask that you stop posting the pictures, they are not yours or mine to post. There is no cheating involved, this man has caused enough distress for Y/N and I will not let it continue. I want you to support her and send love, it's what she deserves. She's my best friend and my lover, I stand by her 100% on this, I will not tolerate any abuse sent her way.

Please understand that she is not ready to address this and if she never is that's okay. She doesn't have to, this isn't her fault and she has nothing to apologise for. I love her and I hope to see your continued support of her, much love Tom x

He switched his phone off as he looked at you, he wanted nothing more than to make this go away for you, he wanted to hide you from the world, keep you safe. He had to swallow his tears again, heart aching from what this man has done to you, he couldn't stop himself pulling you tighter against him as he tried to keep his tears at bay..

"It's gonna be okay, I promise. I love you." He said into your hair as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled yourself to straddle him. You pulled each other impossibly closer and the boys smiled at the interaction, no matter what was going on the world, the two had each other. They had each other's backs and it was heart warming to see, to know they had all the support they would ever need in each other.

[corpsedaydream]

Hi! I dont know if you write this, but can i request for angsty-fluff imagine for corpse? Maybe when you’re jealous? Thank u❤️ love ur writings

u ask for jealousy and angst, and i said hell fucking yeah

hope u enjoy! 

word count: 1.6k

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it’s fine

Corpse was ever so charismatic. It was something about him that was impossible to deny. Even when he would get misjudged by people, thinking he may be this intimidating presence purely because of how he dressed and sounded, it would only take a few exchanges of sentences between him and a stranger for them to instantly change their mind and feel drawn to him, instead. You knew this better than anyone, after all, it had been one of the factors in what had made you fall for him so hard and so fast.

The only issue was that, sometimes, he could have the same effect on others and, sometimes, when you caught someone else clearly having some heart eyes for your man, that brought forth the little green monster inside of you. He was magnetic, and as happy as you were that the world was so intrigued by him and he was having all the success he deserved, you couldn’t deny that there was a part of you that wished that magnetic pull only worked on you.

It seemed there were certain days when Corpse managed to turn on this charismatic side of him even more so. Today had happened to be one of those days. It was good, because it was a day the two of you had planned to spend together. But when you went out to lunch and the server definitely let her hand rest on his arm a little too long and said things a little too flirtatious and hardly acknowledged your presence, you started to lose that good feeling.

You didn’t say anything about it, even though you kind of wished he would have figured that him giving the girl a back and forth was encouraging her more and upsetting you further. But you were determined to have a good day with your boyfriend, you didn’t want to start any drama with him.

He asked you if you were okay on the way back to his place, noticing you were being quiet. You told him you were and left it at that, even if you did want to say more.

Finally, in the safety of his home that was like a bubble in which was just for the two of you, you were feeling better. Quality time was your love language and his was physical touch, something you could both give each other with ease when there was no outside interruption. Between the little talks, the exploration of hands over each other, the giggles that turned into wiping tears of laughter from your face and shared kisses, you swore you could spend the rest of your life like this and be happy.

And then the bubble burst.

“Ah, shit, (Y/N).” He began, and the mood between you instantly changed.

“What?”

“They need a tenth player right now and no one else can get online.” He had promised that today was about you. And usually, you would be completely okay with him going and joining in on the streams, often you loved sitting by him and watching him get so invested in the games. Except lately, you’d been feeling at an arms length from him and you hated it. You wanted his undivided attention today.

“And?” You were being short with him, you wanted him to know you weren’t okay with this right now.

“It’ll just be a few games...”

You let out a huff and turned your head to the side, looking away from him. You were being stubborn. You didn’t want to tell him what to do, you wanted him to figure it out on his own, that you didn’t want him to play and wanted him to stay right here in this moment with you.

“You can come sit with me?” He spoke again as you remained silent, seemed as if he wasn’t figuring it out.

“Just go play. It’s fine.” It wasn’t fine.

-

Sitting on your own now, you felt bare without your limbs being all tangled with his beneath the blanket like they were earlier. You had tried to turn on the television to watch something, but everything on just seemed to annoy you.

With a sigh, you pressed your hands to your knees and stood up, walking towards Corpses gaming room. At first, you were going to walk in, giving in to the want that was craving to be by his side, but upon hearing a number of female voices, that jealousy appeared inside you again and you walked away.

It was slightly irrational, you knew these people were his friends, but today had really gotten to you.

At an attempt to distract yourself, you opened up Tik Tok, but all your for you page seemed to be was more girls wanting your boyfriend.

“Fucking hell.” You said out loud, closing the app and opening up Twitter next. But you should’ve known it would’ve been worse on there, Corpse seemed to be trending every day on that app, you told yourself you really should have known better for that one.

However, the next social media app click was deliberate. You knew that Corpse had been reposting stories of people using his song and you decided on treating yourself to some more sweet torture. And sure enough, his story was filled with more girls. Firing that jealousy and insecurity you had been feeling today even more.

“Fuck this.” You announced, standing to your feet and feeling tears of frustration build in your eyes.

Once you had finished gathering your belongings, you were just about to make an exit when that crazy thing of timing pulled a fast one on you as Corpse emerged from his gaming room.

“What are you doing?” He questioned you, spotting your hand gripping the handle on his front door.

Seeing him should’ve made you feel better, but it only caused more tears to well up, so you quickly looked away from him.

“I’m going home.”

“What-no, why?” He came closer to you then and you turned more towards the door.

“Because you obviously don’t want me here.”

“What the fuck? (Y/N), of course I do. What are you even saying right now?” He was by your side now, grabbing your hand from the handle and holding it in his. His other went up to cup your cheek, tilting your head up to face him and that’s when he saw the glaze of tears in your eyes. “Hey, baby,” Worry sparked up in him. “You’re upset...” He stated the obvious and you shook your head out of his grip, directing your vision to the ground.

You thought he might create some distance between you both when you did that, but instead, he did the opposite. He pulled you into a tight hug, one arm wrapping snugly around your waist and his other hand resting on the back of your head to encourage you against him.

“Don’t, I’m going.” You spoke, but your words were meek, you didn’t actually want to leave and he knew that.

“No. You’re not.” He argued back, his arms pulling you in even closer. “I want you here.” He told you and that’s what made you snap.

“No you don’t!” Your voice got louder, matching the movements of you bracing your arms against him and pushing him back, breaking the human contact. He was in shock, watching you with cautious eyes. “If you did, you would’ve spent time with me and only me today. You wouldn’t have left me alone!” You became more emotional as you spoke, a few tears managing to spill onto your cheeks.

“Baby-”

“No!” You cut him off. “Don’t ‘baby’ me right now.” You took a moment to wipe under your eyes before continuing because you knew this next admission would cause you some more tears. “You know how hard it is to compete it with every other girl who’s all about you right now? They’re everywhere, and they’re all so fucking beautiful. I know you see them, I’m not them, Corpse.” Your voice broke into a sob as his name left your lips and he felt his heart break to see you in that state.

He wasn’t sure if you still needed space, but he couldn’t stand in front of you while you cried and not do anything. So instead, he once again brought his arms around you, but this time he scooped you up, encouraging your legs to hook over his hips so he could carry you.

You continued to cry against his neck as he walked the both of you to his room and when he placed you down onto his bed, he was instantly beside you, cradling you against him.

“I need you to listen me,” He began once you had started to calm down, he wanted to make sure you paid attention. “You are so important to me. So fucking important to me, (Y/N).” His eyes were boring into yours and he brought his hand up to wipe the wetness from your cheeks before continuing. “I don’t want you to be anyone else.” He was speaking with force, but it wasn’t aggressive, he was wanting to make sure that you really understood the depth to his words.

“It’s just, everyone seems to want you and I’m just-”

“Don’t you dare put yourself down.” Corpse cut you off before you could finish. For a moment, he pressed his lips to your forehead before moving his face back so he could look at you again. “I only want you. You’re it for me, baby.”

“Do you really mean that?”

“With my whole fucking heart.”

“I love you, I really love you.” You told him, your emotions were still running high, but you were feeling a whole lot better.

“I love you, too.”

[little-fairy-forest]

IVE HAD AN IDEA, HERE IS MY PRESENTATION

the boys with youtuber y/n

y/n does gaming (very good at it, occasionally streams and shes popular like 15+ million, ik a lot but she’s friends with like, jacksepticeye etc .. )

and also very funny random videos with top notch editing *wink* u get what i mean ... i hope

anyway, it’s almost like that whole, i wait for them to post if they left youtube idk what i’d do type beat and they genuinely love y/n and the content she makes.

🍀 hello again lovely! Ah I do love when a character lives the reader before they know? Or a platonic relationship :)

Boys x gamer youtuber!reader

Bakugou, Midoriya, Todoroki x reader, fluff, crack

Bakugou

Bakugou found your youtube page when you collabed with another streamer, he liked how you played, you got straight into it without a long ass intro, you don't out adds on your videos since well, your merch sells out each restock and your streams make enough that your happy

He likes how you go "undercover" in some online games, bash people around and then turn your mic on. He loves the reactions since they normally go back on their words if they insulted you

Be baught a stingy keychain of your logo of aliexpress since he didnt know if you shipped to japan, he keeps it on his house keys. He's not ashamed to support your brand, he just does not want to seem like those weird thirsty boys over you he sees on social media

Your social media comments are...in need of a bit of holy water to put it easy

He has your notifications on on everything, when you say your going on a short break for school or social life reasons..

He's pissed...

Seriously?! Couldn't even of thought to pre plan this and have spare videos made?

Whatever he will just watch old streams of yours

But if you are to announce you are leaving forever because of a few comments gone too far or people being disrespectful

He.is.pissed

Seriously!

He made a whole ass account on twitter to bash the people who made you leave, seriously he started to gain a little bit of following since drama channels recognized the account for defending you everytime

y/n_protect0r_4/20: seriously? what a load of idiots, how are yous gonna survive without their thirst traps now huh? Exactly you can't 🤡

y/n_protect0r_4/20 : wait until they come back after their break, your asses will be blocked! Hah!

When you eventually make your comeback you tell your fans that "y/n_protect0r_4/20" will receive a facetime as a thank you if they can prove they own the account

This boy was a mess! He was so sweaty! He gets to facetime you?? The fuck-

On the call you exchange numbers so you can watch his progress as a hero, you asked him and the bakusquad to join you for a live stream and omg

Funniest video you ever made! This thing went viral! From Kaminari pissing bakugou off to Sero being a master at COD, you invite them whenever their free to play a few rounds

Midoriya

He isn't all that into gaming but when he heard the nintendo switch was making a re-make of an old All Might game, he wanted to know all the spoilers!

News got around that you had early access to the game and you went live, he stayed up to watch it and yes, it was worth the eye bags

Millions of people tuned in to you starting the game off and played small bits since it was only a teaser, Midoriya took so many notes, and may of followed you to see the other game plays you do

He liked the just dance games you played with your friends since it was funny and other small games you test out to for your fans, may they be tiny shit games from a dodgy website to high end games that look amazing!

Midoriya liked how you could remember so much about each game and you didn't even take notes!

He did enjoy watching you get scared playing horror games since your reactions were really funny, he also enjoys watching "best bits" moments on youtube

He entered a competition to win some merch you had, when he found out he won..wow this boy fanboyed so hard!

He got a signed copy of the All Might game from you and All Might, a hoodie and a few stickers and keychains

You asked him to play multiplayer with you on a stream, this boy was so hyped, he told All Might immediately and told his friends

Bakugou was jealous...but everyone times in to watch!

You were impressed about his knowledge on the hero and what the game had to offer.

You messaged Midoriya asking to chat about heros one day after the stream and that's how you became buddies :)

Honestly you were so annoyed at how much this boy spoiled the game for you...

You and Midoriya would stream together on small games such as papas pizzeria or hero themed games, all PG!

Eri has made one or two appearances when you would do maybe a hairstyling game or a child friendly game such as cooking mama ♡

You and your fans love having this little broccoli boy in your streams and social medias, they even demanded merch to be made! You said you would hold off until Izuku became a hero so he could produce his first line of merch :)

Todoroki

Todoroki doesn't seem to be the type to like video games or watching random videos on YouTube, but when Kaminari was watching youtube in the common room on the tv with some others he was intrigued, why? Well your pretty face was on the screen :)

He understood the game you were playing quite quickly, it was animal crossing...

He asked if anyone wanted the game and a switch to go with it, many people thanked him since it was hard to grab a copy but with his dads shiney credit card he was able to snatch the game for his classmates ♡

He started to watch you play the game and developed your island, he went for more of a Japanese theme to is island, and it was amazing! Like seriously have you seen his dorm room?!

When you announced you would randomly be picking players islands to visit from Twitter, todoroki enters since he wanted to know what you thought of his island :)

You were amazed at his islands development in such sort amount of time! You asked him how he accomplished so much in such short amount if time

"Hard work"

Ok, so you asked him to help you on other multiplayer games in the future since many people found his "sense of humor" hilarious (little did they know he wasnt trying to be funny..like at all)

You both enjoyed simple games that weren't too hard to understand, mario kart was a big hit and the horror game granny..

Todoroki playing a horror game was very funny. One moment when there would be a jump scare he would respond "oh..didn't expect that" but it could also escalate to "*falls of chair* well, oh my that wasn't expected...um, can you take over?"

Poor thing refuses to play horror games now :(

He did enjoy Super Princess Peach for the nintendo DS "oh look she crys like Midoriya, wonder if he can grow plants like she can.."

Honestly he got his own "funny moments" on youtube and it was trending for a while until you make little merchandise of his face on stickers

Sold out within moments

He managed to convince Bakugou and Midoriya to join you in a stream of playing Smash bros, it got very aggressive so fast you had to end the stream! Your fans found it hilarious the comebacks Bakugou would through at Todorokis silly comments

"Oh look I beat you, hmm must take notes for next years sports festival" "the fuck you say icy hot?! You are playing as Kirby!"

Would pay so much money to see a dull voice over of todoroki playing cooking mama

Thank you for reading Navigation has been updated :)

[wonhoarctic]

bad girl | chae hyungwon

word count: 1.8K

genre: yandere, smut

pairing: hyungwon x sub!fem!reader

a/n: uh... hi!! so, this is something that i wasn't even going to write, but after a nsfw video popped in my twitter tl, i took out the idea and turned it into a mean dom hyungwon smut (also, think of love killa stages hyungwon while reading) with some yandere content bc i am a h o e for yandere things, ah, i'm currently working on my other requests, so, you can always check my schedule spreadsheet to see the actual progress of my work in there!! stay safe, and hope you like it!!

contains: mean dom hyungwon punishing his lover/obsession, so........ smut galore, like, dirty talk, edging, overstimulation, teasing, toys, very light spanking, filthy language, ah, mentions of the words 'master and sir', unprotected sex, creampie and size kink (it doesn't mean reader is shorter than him, just that his demeanor self makes her feel like this)...... yeah, those things, but it also have some yandere content, like, being obsessed with someone, extra jealous, not letting them go out, and etc, so, if you don't like it, feel free not to read!!

you were sulking for the past two days about him not letting you go to your ex classmate's birthday party, so, the best option you had in mind to go was escaping from your own house, without even thinking about your sleeping boyfriend missing your presence

it took exact three minutes for him to find out you've left the bed, but as you were dressing up and doing your makeup, he pretended to sleep all the time, he wanted to see how far you'd go knowing his rules and obviously breaking them

hyungwon has always been a calm dom, but also extra kinky, passionate and caring, he did a whole contract to seal your relationship, except for his huge jealous of you, he didn't had much rules, but don't hiding things from him or escaping home were some of them

letting out an irritated huff, he got up at the moment he heard the door closing, also going to dress up himself, choosing his best suit, aka the suit that always got you needy for him, he fixed his long hair and got his shoes, just to go out to the party's location

parking his car near to your classmate's house, he eyed you with a cup of soda in hand, wearing a short dress while dancing with some friends, feeling angry, hyungwon started to enter the party, the host immediately letting him in, probably recognizing hyungwon from one of you social media's pictures

"hello, love, am i too late?" he cooed, hugging you from behind, who got instantly pale knowing that hyungwon was there

"h-hi baby, no...... you're not" you murmured, turning around so you could give him a peck, understanding that he wanted to show around that he was your boyfriend... and you were tense just by the thought of him making things bloody if any guy tried to take a hint on you, even if you're not interested

when a slow music started to play, he took you to dance with him, holding you close tightly

"it was an error to think i wasn't going to notice that your warmth was gone from the bed, y/n" he chuckled lightly "you've broke at least two of my rules... do you want me to make you read the contract again, baby? or... can we go straight away to your punishment?" his voice was deeper, so deep you barely recognize it

"you always say that, and nothing happens" you smirked, knowing that it was probably going to piss him even more, and you were content to hear his lough sigh "you could be meaner to me, you know? you're a weak dom" you were more than content to act as a brat, you wanted him to be meaner than usual, you wanted, no, you needed, that punishment

"why are you acting that bratty today, baby?" if hyungwon was pissed, he hid it really well, as he continued extremely calm and still chuckling "be careful, because i might me more that you can handle..." he said against your ear, in that deep and husky voice again, and if you said you weren't getting wet just by the thought of him punishing you, it'd be a lie

the two of you left the party because you had a 'headache' and needed to go back home to rest, but you knew at home things would be different, and you'd probably sleep after the sunrise

entering your apartment, the first thing you felt was your figure trapped against his body, turning you on even more just by the thought that hyungwon's demeanor self made you feel so small against him

"what is it? master's precious little kitten don't seem to be that bold now..." he rasped onto your ear "are you going to be good to me, baby?" while he was speaking, the tall man peppered kisses all over your neck and jaw, littering you also with licks and possessive marks

"y-yes sir..." you sighed when he got onto a sensitive point of your neck, while his hands were on your drenching panties

"are you that wet from just a little teasing, sweetheart?" he laughed, literally caressing your womanhood with his hand, feeling your wetness spread over your panties, making you moan "and as much as i'd love to treat you like master's good kitten, i think you deserve to be treated as my little dirty whore, as you disobeyed me just to go to that idiot's party..." you thought you'd cry just from him doing that to you "poor y/n... you wanted so bad to go to that party, when you could've stayed home and be rewarded for being a good girl..." he said, still playing with your aching clit through your panties "but now, you'll not be allowed to cum..."

you could barely hear his words, bringing him closer so you could kiss him, and hyungwon was making out so dirty with you, while playing with your panties, that you were not able to hold your orgasm, coming as you felt his tongue exploring your mouth in a messy way

"you came, doll?" his tone was mocking you, chuckling darkly as you nodded, ashamed of not holding it as he told you to "you're definitely a bad girl, baby... come and bend over my lap, now" he ordered, and you did as he told, expecting a praise or something

you expected a lot for someone in your position, because hyungwon didn't even mentioned you obeying him, his hand just came down really hard onto one of your butt cheeks, making you yelp in surprise

"i hope you learn how to listen to me, doll" he caressed your ass, taking your clothes and panties off with some difficult because of the position, leaving you only in your bra as he came back to caress you "i want you to count until 10, and if you stop counting, i'll start again. understood?"

"y-yes, sir" you almost screamed when he started to spank you again, tears teasing your waterline from the force of it, but you kept counting, until he reached 10, finally stopping

"enough" he said for himself, gently kissing your forehead before laying you on the bed, hovering your body "this time, if i feel that you're close, i'll stop... okay?" consent was important even between a punishment, so when you nodded, he rushed to a toy box, while looking at your naked frame

you couldn't help but stay there, laying curiously as hyungwon mumbled to himself about what should he use with you, remembering to stay still, even when handcuffs were put on your arms and legs, forcing you to stay open for him

you were not sure about him holding a clean and new makeup brush, and seeing your confused face, hyungwon neared you, leaving a small peck in your lips, before running the brush bristles through your folds, earning a long moan from you

"you like that, kitten?" he teased, still doing that painfully slow movements with the brush, using its handle to tease your core sometimes, sending you almost over the edge

"please, p-please, sir..." you begged, hearing his maniac laugh, which made you shiver down your spine "please, let me cum, i'll be a good girl, i promise"

but suddenly, his movements stopped, leaving you there, whining pathetically, and as soon as you thought, a vibrator was at your core, and your legs were suddenly closed, and sealed with his belt, so you'd be in place

"you wanted so bad to get your release.... that i think you'd love to lay here, just cumming over and over..." he said, getting distance from you, who started to whine from the sensitivity, feeling the orgasm coming

"no, sir!" you moaned loudly as you came, almost crying when he left the room, leaving you there, being overstimulated by the toy

about an hour later, hyungwon came back, and watched you cum for the fifth time, almost crying from the pain, even if the pleasure was high

"enough" was all he said, and you almost screamed from happiness, knowing that probably, the next thing you'd feel was his dick, but no

hyungwon pulled out a pink dildo from the box, and placed in front of you

"can you stay in all fours and fuck yourself with this for your master, my kitten?" he stroked your hair lazily, before going back to his chair, watching you get into the position

as you started to tease your slit and core with the tip of the dildo, hyungwon felt himself grow even harder if possible, almost cumming just from the view of you pushing the toy inside your throbbing and sensitive wet pussy

when he felt you near again, hyungwon took the toy away, making you whine

"you don't need to whine, princess..." he kissed your neck, taking off his pants and underwear, so you could felt his hardened member rubbing slightly in your ass "instead, wouldn't you like master's cock making you cum, hm?" you felt his tip teasing your slit up and down, making sure to brush in your sensitive clit

"yes!" you moaned loudly "yes, please, sir! make me cum, i beg you!" and there you go, his long and slightly thick cock was burried inside you, filling your cunt with every single one of his medium pace stokes

you were almost on the edge, and he felt that as your walls tightened, and he started to moan a little louder than the low groans he was making before, and the tightness making himself near to his orgasm approach

"would you like if i filled your pretty little pussy of yours with my cum, hm?" he asked, grabbing a handful of your hair, and you almost screamed as your high approached even more with his roughness

"y-yes, please! fill me up, sir!" you moaned, your high washing over your body

it took more five strokes for him to come too, moaning loudly, and filling you up with his sticky cum

"good girl" he said as he pushed his flaccid cock out of your cunt "i hope it worked as a lesson for you to know what happens if you try to escape again" pushing you to a hug, hyungwon kissed your forehead

"are you sore, kitten? do you need something?" he asked, stroking your hair, as your trembling body started to relax at his touches

"no, sir, i'm just a little sore on the ass" you said tiredly but letting a little laugh, almost sleeping with his touches

"i'll prepare the bathtub so i can wash you, and then, we proceed with rubbing some lotion into your ass, okay? then, i'll order something tasty for us to eat, and we can cuddle to sleep" he kissed you "but for now, sleep well, my good little kitten" he said, covering you with the blankets

[remindingpersephone]

Thoughts On Things

I've got a potentially long, rambly post coming, about attention, energy, social media, attitude, mindset, etc. So I'm going to put it under the cut to preserve the dash.

I took a break from Tumblr at the end of December, but I'm not sure I could tell you exactly why. I think there were several reasons, but they were kind of all floaty and ephemeral. Just now, I saw something in one of @ohhelloholly's posts that might have zeroed in on it, a little bit: "...but it just makes my anxiety churn. It's like we're caught in a loop, and the motor is driven by idiots." I love my Tumblr mutuals, you know who you are, but I think I'm following too many other people. Good or bad, right or wrong, it's all just too much. Too many voices, too many opinions, too many thoughts, too many ideas. Even if they're good ideas, righteous thoughts, it's just overload.

I have already cut back all news feeds and 99.9% of Instagram/Twitter/Facebook. I have to stay on Meta *snort* for work purposes, but I am laser focused when I use it. I log-in, check work stuff, log out. Tumblr was always where I spent the most time. It was alarming how easily I could start scrolling and then BOOM, it's an hour later.

What I learned on this last break from Tumblr, and the continued break from all other social media, is just how detrimental it was to my mood and attitude. Not only for the reasons mentioned above, but also for the ugliness, the political farce, the willful ignorance, the intentional and unintentional damage people inflict on one another. As users of social media our attention is a commodity for the world to access and exploit. I am now unwilling to give mine away easily. I will ruthlessly protect my attention and energy. It takes a little more effort to trim down a feed or dashboard, but it's worth the effort to get the connection/information I truly want. It feels like the early 2000s, when if you wanted to see someone's work, you had to go to their website. No more dashboard to automatically deliver it to you. Right now, this feels like the wiser course, the healthier option. It may mean I don't get to my favorite Tumblr's page for a while, and then I heartbomb every post in one day. This ensures I keep in touch with the people who matter, while maintaining the distance from all the other noise.

For a couple years now, life in general, and in certain specific ways, has felt like a constant back and forth. I am being pulled in several directions: work that pays the bills, creative endeavors that keep me sane, taking care of two aging parents alone, normal everyday life errands and chores, self-growth and improvements projects. There is never enough time to get to all of it, and that's okay. That's the deal. Life was never going to be easy and fun and fulfilling and wonderful and awesome all at the same time. Over the last few weeks, realizing exactly how draining certain things are, things that I can control, and learning how to minimize their negative effects, has been very illuminating.

The short and fast of that analysis is: get off the rollercoaster of other people's opinions; guard my attention and what I allow to take up my time and use my energy; stop taking the bait of political and social arguments with people IRL; stop judging myself for all the things I don't get done; more deep breaths/long walks/quiet time alone.

I took the week between Christmas and New Years off. It was the first time I had done so in 14 years (the year my nephew was born) and likely I won't ever do it again. I work in hospitality in Florida, so that is a busy week, and it took a lot of effort and aggravation to be able to leave work at that time. But while I was out of the office, I used the time off to pay attention to my attitude and mindset. How were they different when I was at work versus when I was at home? What affected them at home and if those effects were negative, what could I change? Same thing for when I was at work. Most of what I learned is that I can control far more than I believed. The trick is identifying what I can control. It's not always as obvious as you'd think. What I can do is maintain the control I have, instead of throwing my hands up and saying "Fuck it, life is chaos" and then stewing in anger and resentment about all the things I think I can't control. Because the one big, BIG thing I can control is my reaction to what's going on. And there are SO MANY THINGS I don't have to react to at all. Acknowledge then move on. No need to answer, comment, react, etc. It's simple: George is having a meltdown, not my circus, moving on. I don't need to fix George's problem, or comment on it, or commiserate. I just need to acknowledge it, and then move on. Now, I say this is simple, because it is. It is not a complex thing. But it isn't easy. Not for a fixer like me. It takes effort and energy to not react. That seems silly, but it's true. At least, for me it is. Finally understanding this about myself, and taking the steps to behave differently, has been incredible.

Wow, this post got long. If you're still reading this, bless your heart. I didn't write it for likes, though I'm always grateful for them. I didn't write it for approval or attention. I wrote it because the things I write here carry more weight and meaning for me than anything I write in a journal. I take it more seriously, maybe because it's public. And there is always that small hope that someone else may read it and get a tiny morsel of guidance, inspiration, humor - something that makes their day better for having read it.

[diedraechin]

Chapter 40 Sneak Peek

How are we at Chapter 40? Oh, that's right, I split one chapter into three and then this chapter got split into two... Anyway! Chapter 40 is coming this weekend! So it's time for a little teaser!

This time it's an excerpt from the Skate Trails Forums. :D Let's see what they thought of the Men's Short?

aucontraire >>Was Katsuki overscored? I feel like the score jump from last season to this season on the short is really high.

It’s definitely higher, but he had a quad in his short this year, Lohengrin didn’t have one at all. There are also little things beyond the better transitions and more complicated skating skills that add points and we didn’t see much of that in Lohengrin until Worlds. And that’s not even getting into his musical interpretation scores on the components… That program in general was rough all season. I bet Katsuki is happy to never have to skate it again.

geishaskates Over on the main Japanese skating forum they’re breaking down the difference between Katsuki’s Nocturne (the EXP one -- they have a hard on for that one over there) Lohengrin and Windmills point wise. Windmills as skated at the Finlandia trophy came out on top over Nocturne TES base score wise.

niki_kitti What’s Katsuki’s Nocturne and why does that fact that it was an EXP need to specified? EXP means exhibition skate, right? So why compare that to Windmills? (Don’t remember him being around before last year and I only started following it after Viktor won the Olympics and didn’t get super into it until last season!)

katsudamn >> What’s Katsuki’s Nocturne and why does that fact that it was an EXP need to specified?...

Sorry if this goes OT, but I’m just answering a question!

Because it gives obsessives like us an idea of where Yuuri's TES for Senior level short was before the coaching change to Cialdini at DSC

As for what it is.... I was going to actually answer, but I have something BETTER! Oh are you in for a treat! www.shouldhaveorderedthekatsudon.to Every time someone updates Yuuri’s wikipedia page with the 2010 DRAMA, it gets scrubbed, BUT some kind soul decided to play skating fandom historian and took all the screenshots from when it happened and compiled it. I’m talking translated twitter posts from multiple languages, multiple pictures, articles … the whole nine yards. So much better than just a mention of it on his wiki page. Covers everything starting from the 2009 Japanese nationals and ending with the 2010 Junior World Championship exhibition with an extended stay in Vancouver.

Do NOT send this link to ANY actual figure skaters social media, however. PLEASE. This NEEDS TO STAY UP!!!

[roxytonic]

what is the mangoball "cheater cheater" fanfiction? (a personal overview)

hi everyone,

lately a very specific social media AU DreamNotFound fanfiction on Twitter has been making the rounds. i'd like to make an introduction to the work based on my observations--i don't think we've seen anything like it so far, barring highly textual chatfics and the like.

at the time of this writing, i've caught up to entry #108. the author is prolific!

so what is this fanfiction?

the fanfiction is called "Cheater, Cheater" and is written by the ostensibly single author, mangoball (mangobaii in typing). it revolves around George as he breaks up with Sapnap and hits a rebound and potential relationship with Dream. it includes plenty of side characters, including but not limited to, Karl Jacobs, Quackity, Corpse, Wilbur Soot, and Tommyinnit.

you can find it on twitter here, but i highly recommend using the ThreadReaderApp page instead for full-size images:

what works about the fanfiction?

unofficially categorized, the story itself is a comedy-satire slice of life with a few blips of absurdity. off the top of my head, mangoball writes in references to DreamSMP and surrounding MCYT, and there are some fourth wall breaks, which are all framed in an absurd way.

in the story, the side plots corresponding to the side characters are just as vibrant as the one around George's fallout with Sapnap and his later rebound to Dream. not spoiling them, but they're fun. the story events themselves are moderately simple--the bulk of the work is made up of character interactions, which, as we find, range from globally yassified characters to complete divergence from individual personalities.

i think the reason why the mangoball fic works is because it's a nice convergence of comfy things under a very thin, easy-to-read format. if we actually go to the thread, we see that it's 100% composed of phone-sized screenshots of messages. there's not much text with each tweet in the thread, so it's short and digestible.

therefore, both the form and the function of the story work together to create a double-whammy of a very light read.

what does it's potential categorization as a light read pose for it as a work?

i don't think there is any problem with light reads in the fandom. it's optional reading, and if you do wind up reading it, you'll blitz through it easily. stan twitter will obviously take well to it since the characters are yassified, though budding readers might find it accessible too.

however, there are a few flaws i want to point out:

1. it's vaguely formulaic and/or familiar to me. i mean, given enough time and effort, i could deconstruct the humor (absurd claim to another person + agreement from the other person? further OOC-ness?) but generally speaking it's content and tropes don't "feel" new. i don't know what specifically i've read that would cause this familiarity, though. (on the other hand, this means that it's going to be a safe read.)

2. i feel like i have to suspend my disbelief a bit higher. this is more of a personal issue, so you might fare better than i have, but generally i feel like i'm a fly on the wall looking in. i haven't felt that in a while so it took me a few minutes to settle into the groove of it and start rolling.

3. this somewhat ties into point #2: the author needs to be very judicious about how they use the fourth wall break and self-references to absurdity. off-hand jokes are super obvious, because there is such limited text/narrative bandwidth to the individual screenshots. fourth wall jokes can tire out quickly, and at worst, fail to suspend the reader's disbelief.

i remember seeing one character call attention to their collective habit of narrating what they're doing ATM (because there's no italicized text or stage text in the work, it's all dialogue). it's funny for sure, but it drags me out of the story because it's too true. suddenly i'm thinking, "wait. why isn't there flavor text and italicized descriptions and videos of things happening IRL?" (there is some audio and a few pictures but that is not the bulk of the work.) if the characters know their narratological limitations, it becomes uncanny.

4. you're probably not going to find powerful themes and motifs. we have no idea what's intended or not. on the other hand, if you're going by "Death of the Author", then all bets are off.

note that i said "themes and motifs"--things we can extract and synthesize from the text. the wonderful @bothersome-edgar has made some great strides on identifying and categorizing key aspects of the characters, and i highly commend him for doing so. check out his work here: https://bothersome-edgar.tumblr.com/post/669498983742324736/putting-this-here-so-i-know-what-to-write-tomorrow

what other thoughts do i have?

i really love BadBoyHalo and Quackity in this story. i totally relate to BadBoyHalo's awkwardness when interacting with people online (i don't sound like i'm 50 years old though!!!) and his latent craziness, though i'm not violent. Quackity is the anchor that keeps the story and character interactions from flying apart from the absurdity of it. he's realistic, and reacts to the craziness in the story realistically.

Karl is growing on me and George is just really fluttering around. like a moth. and Dream is a lit Ruben's tube matched to dubstep. love is in the air, i suppose :]

[someonestolemyshoes]

Off the Record

Hello!! I am super excited to finally post my entry for @levihan-drabbles competition :D The prompt was super interesting and I had a tonne of fun writing this one! 

The prompt I received was: Hange posts a picture of Levi somewhere and it becomes a meme.

(For those curious, this is the meme I used for inspiration) 

Hange pushed her plate across the table and grinned at him. "Levi! Fancy seeing you here! To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Levi's lip curled.

"You know what," he said. Hange braced her elbows on the table and rested her chin atop her knotted fingers.

"Enlighten me."

Colour rose in Levi's cheeks. For a moment, Hange felt a little guilty. For all Levi's grumbling and grunting, Hange had never seen him angry before.

"That bullshit article."

"Ah. Was there a problem?"

Hange met Moblit in a small cafe a little way down the road from the newsroom. She was in good spirits—her morning had been productive; she'd made steady headway with research for her next interview, finished the final edits for a few smaller tabloid pieces she'd been meaning to brush up, attended three short, perfunctory meetings on tedious company policy, and laid the groundwork for another exciting interview opportunity.  

She felt good. And now she had the pleasurable prospect of a hearty lunch, a passable cup of coffee, and perhaps best of all, Moblit's company. His company, and his camera.

Hange threw herself into the seat opposite Moblit the moment she spotted him, hunched over his laptop in a corner of the cafe. He lifted his coffee cup just in time for Hange to clatter against the table, the thin metal frame rattling precariously. She offered him a sheepish grin.

"Sorry," she said, and then, "got anything exciting?"

"I don't know about exciting. Interesting, maybe, but no breaking news."

Hange flagged down a passing waitress with one hand, and waved Moblit off with the other. "Doesn't matter, doesn't matter," she said, then paused to order a drink and her favourite sandwich. "Tell me anyway."

"I got a tip-off from a waiter at Sina's."

Hange's eyes sparkled behind her glasses. She sat forward in her chair, folding her arms on the table top as she leaned closer. "Who?"

"Take a guess."

Hange grinned at him. Moblit was not one to play coy; he did his job and did it well, and reported his findings efficiently. To leave her to question it meant one of two things; he had photographed someone very high profile indeed, or it was somebody Hange was, for better or for worse, well acquainted with.

Or perhaps, if she were lucky, it was both.

"Let me see him, then."

**

Hange had taken far too much time in the cafe with Moblit. He had given her a rundown of all the details he'd gathered during his field work that morning, and shown her through his extensive photo gallery. It was impressive, the kind of archive Moblit could cultivate with only a 45 minute breakfast window.

Hange had been delighted. Moblit was right; it wasn't breaking news, nothing particularly thrilling, but there was a corner of the Internet, Hange knew, that would delight in a trashy little article just like this. Something quick and simple to bulk up the social media feed for the afternoon.

Plus, there was a series of pictures Moblit had snapped, a cluster he'd thought to be of no real merit, that Hange simply could not pass up.

She could lay down no facts with a story like this one. There was no hard-hitting investigative journalism to be had, but she could at least offer some speculation based on her knowledge of the subjects involved, and spin a tale juicy enough to get people talking.

It took little time at all to put the article together. Hange scribbled up an outline for the contents—the location; Sina's in downtown Hizuru, a luxurious restaurant serving five star meals at every hour of the day. High in quality, sickeningly steep in price. The time of day; 9am. To the best of Hange's knowledge, this was rather out of character for the subject. He was an early riser, but according to their interview last March pending the premiere of his newest movie, he wasn't the type to eat much at all before lunch time.

And then, the company. Eren Yeager was a relatively well-known actor, barely an adult at nineteen. He starred in his first role a decade earlier, and had seen commercial success in multiple movies and TV shows ever since. He had been something of a prodigy in his younger years, bold and precocious, possessing a natural talent many actors years his senior couldn't even hope for. As Hange understood it, he had recently hit a rather troublesome phase. An interesting line of inquiry, but despite his talent and his fame, Eren's presence was simply a cameo, compared to the subject of the article Hange was drawing up.

Levi Ackerman.

Levi is a fan favourite and a media delight. He's attractive no doubt, and his performance in any and every role is almost always met with critical acclaim. Outside of his career, however, he's an elusive thing, silent in any matters pertaining to his private life. He avoids any public event like the plague, and rarely shows his face at premieres or award ceremonies if he can possibly avoid it. He gives interviews only when required by some contractual obligation or other, or else when the journalist in question is so painfully persistent that it is simply easier to give in than to keep fighting.

Little of his personal life is known, but it is impossible for someone in Levi's position to avoid interacting with anybody at all, and even the great Levi Ackerman is not above scrutiny.

There are rumours. Several of them, accounts from fellow cast members, from staff, from directors, and even Erwin, his manager, has alluded more than once to Levi's sour disposition. He is prone, Hange has heard, to fits of anger, and is easily disgruntled by minor inconveniences. His dislike of anything unclean or untidy is the stuff of legends—Hange has seen this first hand, at their very first interview. He had entered the room, scowled at the chair before sitting in it, and given Hange a thorough once over before announcing, with no hint of humour, "your glasses are filthy."

Hange had found him both fascinating and quite delightful, in his own strange way. When he acts, Levi sounds eloquent; he is a master of emotive performance, wringing the last drops of anger, despair, or grief out of each and every word, or else injecting the perfect giddy jitter, or a tremor of humour when the scene called for it. As soon as the cameras stop rolling, though, Levi's tone becomes flat, and without a script, his words are clumsy and crass. He communicates poorly, quick to throw insults and crude remarks. Hange has interviewed him a number of times—she counts herself very lucky that Levi will consent to her requests without too much fuss, these days—and each time she finds herself spending half of their time together translating his answers into something a) family friendly, and b) understandable to the everyday reader.

There is nothing for Hange to translate this time. Moblit managed to speak to the waiter after Levi and Eren had vacated in hopes of gleaning any small tidbit of knowledge regarding their conversation, but the venture had been hopeless. The pair had grown silent upon the approach of any staff member, and spoke in tones too hushed for anyone nearby to hear. They learned nothing they couldn't extrapolate for themselves from Moblit's pictures; Eren looked sheepish, avoiding Levi's gaze in favour of staring into his drink, while Levi—

Levi looked furious.

Every picture featured his signature frown, which, in and of itself wasn't enough to assume Levi to be in any mood besides neutral, but some of the photos show a hint of bared teeth or pursed lips, with his brows pulled lower than normal, the space between them deeply creased. Hange found herself curious as both a journalist and as an acquaintance. They may not be friends, but Hange liked to think she knew Levi a little better than most people, at least. She could find nothing in their past interactions to suggest any relationship with Eren beyond the strictly professional. They had over a decade between them, and though they had worked together on more than one set, neither party had ever said anything to insinuate so much as a friendly attitude between them.

There was no resolution to her queries to be easily found. And luckily for Hange, this particular piece didn't require any. It was a gossip article, something spicy, jam-packed with buzzwords, what-if's and more questions than answers, designed to make people wonder. Levi's name in the title would be enough to draw people in; Eren's name was an added bonus. But the star of the show was Moblit's photography. Hange arranged the images she had chosen in a grid. In context, the pictures were intriguing, depicting a particularly ferocious part of Levi and Eren's exchange. Out of context, they looked a little ridiculous. Both would bring readers onto their home page.

Satisfied with her work, Hange queued the finished article for review, and turned her attention back to her schedule.

**

The article launched mid-afternoon. Hange watched, somewhat satisfied, as it was received much as she had expected it to be. The activity on their Twitter account skyrocketed, the tweet in question garnering more likes, retweets and replies in the hour after it's post than any other they’d dropped in the last month.

Hange had allowed it to slip from her mind after the first hour or so. She received praise from her bosses, and a text from Moblit, jokingly demanding she pay him even more handsomely for his work than she already had, and her cousin had called her in the evening on a quest for insider gossip she could share with her friends, but that had been the end of it. Hange thought of it no more until early the following morning, when she had stopped by the quiet little cafe beneath her flat for breakfast and her favourite coffee.

She had been polishing off her pancakes when the bell above the door chimed. She had paid little attention to the newcomer, until a shadow passed over her table, and a familiar voice said, "Oi, shitty glasses."

Hange looked up to see Levi Ackerman himself standing over her, his face twisted in a scowl.

There are perks of being reasonably acquainted with Levi. Hange always gets to conduct his interviews, and Levi only ever turns her down if her request is unreasonable. Like that time she demanded he meet her at this very coffee shop for "just a quick piece, about the cameo you did for the new season of Titans", only to show him she'd bought a new pair of glasses—"look, all clean!"—and, when pressed, admitted there was no interview at all. He had been far more hesitant to indulge her in smaller affairs after that, but Hange was still lucky enough to be his only regular interviewer after big releases.

More interviews means more commission for Hange, and more high profile work with other celebrities. Yes, being acquainted with Levi has its bonuses.

But it also has its downsides. Namely, that Levi will not hesitate to turn up at her regular coffee shop to berate her after she has posted some complete and utter wank at his expense.

Hange pushed her plate across the table and grinned at him. "Levi! Fancy seeing you here! To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Levi's lip curled.

"You know what," he said. Hange braced her elbows on the table and rested her chin atop her knotted fingers.

"Enlighten me."

Colour rose in Levi's cheeks. For a moment, Hange felt a little guilty. For all Levi's grumbling and grunting, Hange had never seen him angry before.

"That bullshit article."

"Ah. Was there a problem?"

"You're a piece of shit, you know that?"

Hange sat back in her chair and sipped at her coffee. Levi's face was full colour now, a pale pink flush from his neck right up to his hairline. Hange gave him a measured look, then kicked out the chair opposite her.

"Sit," she said. "If you have issues, I'd be happy to discuss."

Levi looked for a moment like he'd like nothing more than to strangle her. Then he pulled out the chair the rest of the way, and dropped himself into it.

"I don't give a fuck about the article," he said. "It's shitty gossip anyway."

Hange raised a brow at him. She opened her mouth to continue when, without prompt, a young waitress approached their table, practically bouncing on the spot as she stopped and gave Levi a dazzling smile. Her cheeks were flushed prettily, and Hange would have thought she were simply starstruck, if it weren't for the light of mirth in her eyes.

"Good morning, sir. Can I get you anything?" She gave Levi no chance to respond, before plowing on. "Water? Or tea, perhaps? Forgive me, but you seem a little upset. Might a nice tea calm you down?"

Levi grit his teeth. "No, thank you."

Hange almost apologised to the poor waitress on his behalf, but she didn't look bothered at all by his rudeness. In fact, she had barely turned from the table before she snorted in laughter, and caught her giggles in her hands as she scurried back behind the counter. A second passed, before all three waitresses snickered.

"That," Levi hissed, "is your fault."

Now Hange truly was confused. She furrowed her brow at him. "How does that have anything to do with me?"

"You and your stupid article," he said. Hange looked back to the waitress, who looked to their table again before falling into a fresh fit of giggles. Hange turned back to Levi, a little sympathetic.

"I think she just fancies you."

"You're trying to tell me you really don't know the mess you've caused?"

Hange shook her head slowly. Levi watched her closely, searching for proof of the lie, but Hange's earnestness must have shown through, for Levi's anger abated a little, and he slumped back on his chair.  

In lieu of a verbal explanation, Levi pulled out his phone. He tapped the screen a few times, typed something out, and scrolled a little way, before placing the phone on the table and sliding it towards her. Hange pulled it closer with a frown.

The screen displayed Twitter, and showed the feed beneath the search for Levi's name. Hange scrolled a few posts, eyes widening little by little as she went.

Levi was right. The contents of the article were of little significance at all. The photo grid, however, had gone viral overnight.

It showed four pictures of Levi and Eren, taken in succession. Each one showed only a portion of the back of Eren's head, but Levi's expression in every frame was more animated than Hange had ever seen him outside of his movie scenes, and each was more distraught than the last. Face tight, jaw clenched, teeth bared, with his finger pointed condescendingly in Eren's face. The second last picture shows his brows arched and his lips pressed into a thin line, and the final one—

Hange had laughed at it in isolation when Moblit had shown her. She had fully expected it to garner a few laughs, but she hadn't expected a photograph of Levi furiously slurping his tea to become a meme in less than 24 hours.  

"I see," Hange said, as she calmly slid the phone back to him. "In my defense, you don't help yourself. It wouldn't be half as funny if you didn't hold your tea cup so weird."

"In my defense," Levi snapped, "If you didn't post it online nobody would have anything to laugh at."

Hange crossed her arms on the table and leaned towards him, smiling pleasantly. "In your defense, you wouldn't have been so angry in public if it weren't for whatever Eren had to say. What was that about, by the way? I'm terribly curious."

Hange expected a very Levi response to her prying; a scowl, perhaps a quick kick under the table, an 'It's none of your damn business, four-eyes', if she were lucky.

What she got instead was a haughty sniff, and a gruff, "He's fucking my cousin."

For a moment, they were silent. Either Levi's anger at his new meme status had temporarily disabled the part of his brain that blocked any mention of his private life from slipping past his lips in the wrong company, or something about Eren's indiscretion had rattled him so much, he couldn't keep silent about it. Either way, he looked increasingly surprised—and horrified—at himself for saying it out loud. Hange's eyes were wide, and Levi's were growing wider by the second. Of all the people to slip up to, he had slipped up to her. An entertainment journalist, the one person in his life who thrived on this kind of insider knowledge.

Hange swallowed. Levi was still staring at her like a deer in headlights, no doubt painfully aware that there was no taking back what he had said now.

Hange doesn't take a great deal of pride in what she does. She feels satisfied when her stories receive the reception she'd predicted, validated in her ability to analyse their consumer base and make accurate assumptions about what will hit and what won't, but the work itself feels dirty, at times. An opportunistic scavenger feeding on whatever carrion they can find, no matter how rotten it may be.

This is a perfect opportunity. Salacious details of Levi's interpersonal relationships, right from the horse's mouth. If it were anyone else, Hange would be scribbling every word verbatim in her notebook.

But this is Levi. Levi, who seems jarred by her last article (though Hange will maintain this, at least, is no real fault of her journalism, and also, absolutely hilarious) and was clearly, for whatever reason, incensed by Eren's actions.

Hange brushed her palms over her thighs, and picked a speck of lint from her trousers.

"This is nice, isn't it?" She said, "having breakfast together. We should do it more often. It feels good to just talk, sometimes. Off the record."  

Levi blinked rapidly at her. He opened his mouth, but, still too shocked by his own loose tongue to speak, he said nothing. Hange pulled her phone from her bag and fiddled around with it some, tapping here and there, until she found what she was looking for. She turned it to Levi, and said, "I think this is my favourite edit so far."

Levi finally pulled his gaze from her, and looked down at the screen. It was truly something, the way the picture snapped him out of his stunned silence. Hange had never seen someone's face pinch up so rapidly.

"Come on, it's kinda funny. And look! That's Tony Stark, right? People are so creative. And maybe, if we're really lucky, Buzzfeed will do a compilation article of all the best ways people have used your new meme."  

Levi rolled his eyes at her. It looked strange, with his face so tightly twisted. Hange chuckled at him.

She nudged his ankle beneath the table with the toe of her shoe. "Lighten up, you look constipated."

"Oi, out of the two of us I'm not the one who's full of—"

"—Full of shit, I know, I know. That honour is all mine."

They lapsed into another silence, this one marginally more comfortable than the last. Hange finished the last of her coffee and checked her emails, while Levi tortured himself some more by scrolling through his Twitter feed. After a short while, he spoke again.

"That...doesn't sound bad," he said.

"Hm?"

"What you said about talking more. Off the record. It doesn't sound bad."

It was Hange's turn to flush. Heat rose in her cheeks, and she occupied herself by rifling through her bag in search of nothing.

"Yeah?" Her voice, an octave higher than usual, cracked around the vowels. She cleared her throat, "will you have more gossip for me? It's almost painful that I can't share it, you know."

"Good. I'll share as many secrets as I've got, if it'll bother you that much."

"Sounds terrible," Hange said. She tore a clean corner off her napkin and scribbled her personal number onto it. She slid it over the table to him. "Text me."

Levi pulled a face at the piece of napkin. "Is that used? Gross, shitty four-eyes." He pocketed it anyway.

Hange didn't know what else to say. Levi didn't seem to either, and so he stood, and tucked his chair back in. Hange turned her eyes down to her empty plate. Her stomach and chest felt strange, almost sickly, but in an oddly pleasant way.

Levi rapped his knuckles on the table. Hange jumped, startled, and looked up at the sound.

"This part is on the record," he said. The corner of Levi's mouth quirked into a small, barely there grin. "I heard from a reliable source that Eren was so scared on the set of Last War that he pissed his pants. Twice."

[pakhnokh]

Hello everyone!!

Thank you so much for all the nice comments and messages while I was away and also welcome new followers! I had an amazing break, and now I’m back. So here are a few updates: ~~  I'm a married woman! I had such a great and unforgettable wedding, with all my loved ones! But do I feel married? No. The morning after when my bf..uhhh..husband and I woke up we asked ourselves if we feel different and it was like - NOPE. Still best buds! ~~  Thank you for everyone who wished me a good honeymoon but I'm not on a honeymoon! LOL after my wedding ended I had like a few free days and then back to work and FINALS! Hopefully we can think of going some place for a vacation soon ~~  Using this month to spend time my friends and family was very important to me. It really made me realize that fandoming took way too much of my time and I neglected the people who mean the most. And I decided that I should manage my time in a better way, which basically means that I will try to treat my accounts (twitter especially) in a more professional way: more focus on creating content and less lurking pointlessly on social media. So please don’t be angry if I reply late or not reply at all. I really want to do this so that I could be more productive and give you guys more content ~~ Also please don't expect frequent updates in the meanwhile because I'm having my finals now and also have to read a lot of material for my upcoming thesis >< ~~  A huge huge huge thanks for the new people supporting me on Patreon! (and to previous patrons who still stick around <3 ) As you might remember I promised to make 2 exclusive art pieces for the end of July and one of them was a non-wangxian NSFW piece.  Long story short, the patrons chose Lan Xichen and Nie Mingjue so I'm drawing some steamy NieLan now. I just...I can't with drawing LXC having sex ok?? With every stroke I'm like WHAT ARE YOU DOING ZEWU JUN?! skdjflskdjflksd But I'm having fun I swear!  (I'm really thinking of turning this into a regular...to draw non-wangxian ships NSFW pieces for my patrons. It's kinda fun not gonna lie) ~~  Anyways that's it for now! Just checked in to say I'm back but maybe I won't be as active in the beginning, like I said. I will also try to catch up with all the stuff I missed, but in the meantime I'm feeling like a person who just woke up from a long sleep so bear with me

[inkbyajm]

Holiday Blues

pairing: C.H. x fem!reader

category: fluff, slight angst

word count: 1.1k

notes: it’s been two weeks, but i finally wrote the second part to the holiday series! i decided to change a few things: for starters, in this world, the pandemic DOESN’T EXIST for the sake of the plot, and the reason why corpse and reader can’t see each other is because she lies and says she doesn’t quite have the funds to travel. anyways, it’s christmas in three days, and 2020 will be over NEXT WEEK i’m so excited!! also, i’m curious as to which christmas songs you’re obsessed with at the moment 👀 to me, december means i can finally blast I’M GONNA KILL SANTA CLAUS by the most greg of all gregs - mr. danny gonzalez. and no one can stop me, because ‘tis the season.

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It was halfway into December and Corpse had felt absolutely no holiday cheer. Well, that’s not exactly true. He’d streamed once or twice, he’d played with friends off camera too. But once everything cut, the corners of his lips would drop and he’d slouch back into his seat, with an air of defeat, as he thought about his love having a merry time on the other side of the Atlantic ocean. 

Unbeknownst to him, (Y/N) and his friends had collectively decided to throw a big Christmas party in the new OfflineTV mansion the group had recently finished renovating. (Y/N) wasn’t going to leave her boyfriend without a present, nor was she leaving him to celebrate anything alone. While, initially, a festive gathering was all she had planned, a little bird (more like a flock) had been telling her all about her partner and the state he had been in lately. He wasn’t exactly fooling anyone with the “I’m fine”s and the “yeah, I’m good, just tired”s, contrary to his belief. So she very bravely decided to take on the 14+ hour transatlantic flight and pop in for a visit in the city of angels only a couple of days before Christmas Eve. Until then, though, he had to be kept in the dark. And in this case, what he didn’t know did hurt him. 

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It was a chilly morning when Corpse woke up with his body aching all over. Another restless night, another long day to spend. With a groan, he got up to start his morning routine, while taking his medication along the way.

As he walked to the kitchen to make up some kind of breakfast, he scrolled through his social media feeds to see if anything new had been posted while he was away. 

His heart tightened ever so slightly, he couldn’t tell if it was due to his condition, or due to the feeling of jealousy which rose the longer he stared at her recent post. He felt selfish, of course she was allowed to have male friends, he himself  had many female friends. But he still felt like that could have been, or rather should have been, him.

Dejectedly, he went on to Twitter to end up feeling even worse. He didn’t feel like telling anyone about how pathetic of a boyfriend he was being, yet he wanted to get out something. In the end, he settled with a good ol’ cryptic message as per usual Corpse Husband style.

Not feeling like eating much anymore, the brunette settled for quick oats. An hour had gone by, maybe even two, time was difficult to keep up with when nothing was done to spend it. He sat in his living room, the pictures she had posted floating around his mind, and realised (Y/N) hadn’t called him once since the beginning of the month. She’d warned him she was going to be busy, but he thought perhaps she had at least an hour to talk about all the riveting things she had been up to in the past couple of weeks. 

Nervously, he picked up his phone and hovered his finger over her name. Wasn’t it late where she lived? What if she was having dinner with her roommates? It would be rude to interrupt their evening. But as he was hesitating, his finger had accidentally pressed the screen, prompting the ringing to begin.

It rang once, it rang twice. Three times. Four. Just as he was about to hang up, the timer had started, indicating that she was on the line.

“Hello?” Warmth instantly spread across his chest at the sound of her voice he hadn’t heard in too long a time.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

Corpse felt shy all of a sudden, as if he was speaking to her for the first time. He hadn’t thought about what he was going to say beforehand.

“How are you?” he asked, putting her on speaker as he fiddled with the hem of his t-shirt.

“I’m good! Really good, actually,” she spoke softly, a hint of pep in her voice, “how are you doing?”

“I uh...I woke up feeling sore today. Feels like someone beat me up in my sleep.” he followed up with a light chuckle so as to not completely ruin the mood. There was a short moment of silence before (Y/N) finally responded.

“I’m sorry. Did you take your medication?” Her reply felt somewhat off. Usually, she’d make it a bigger deal, asking him to rate the pain from 1 to 5 (1 being “eh, it’s barely there” and 5 being “put me out of my misery”), making sure he was going about his day alright, or even giving him virtual kisses to make him feel even a little bit better.

“I did, yeah, I took them this morning.” He wanted to talk about something, anything, but he couldn’t not think about what had been bothering him for the past two hours. “So, I saw you had one eventful day yesterday?”

“Yes! (F3/N) and I went on a hike early in the morning, and oh, Corpse, it was so magical!” he heard her gush, “there was snow everywhere, it was so so pretty. And although it was kinda really cold, we built super cute snowmen and made snow angels! Then I spent some time baking sugar cookies with my roommates, after that we went shopping for a bit. They had both gone out with their partners in the evening, so I went to bother (F3/N) again. It was cool though, he didn’t mind. I promise.” she giggled, finished with her rant.

Although he was sad that he hadn’t gotten the chance to make such fun memories with her, he was also pleased to hear how well she’d been doing. She sounded so joyous, so full of life, he didn’t have the heart to burden her with his gloominess.

“That sounds nice.” he faintly smiled, “I’m glad you’re having a good time.”

Oh how it absolutely broke her to hear him desperately trying to support her, to keep up the image of not being bothered in the slightest. She was very close to telling him how much she missed him, how badly she wanted to see his pretty face and run her fingers through his soft messy curls. But she had to resist those temptations, for their reunion was only a few days away, and she had worked very hard to create this temporary distance between them. It was all for the end goal. Determined to follow through with her plan, she had decided to end the call early.

“Sorry, (F1/N) just messaged me. They need another pair of hands to set up the Christmas village on the table.”

“Oh, alright, yeah, you go make your house pretty. Send me a picture of the masterpiece.” She was sure to have heard her heart break right then and there.

“Of course, bubba. Okay bye, love you!”

His heart swelled a little at her words. At least she still loved him.

“Love you too.”