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certified-bi · 21 days

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Okay all my thoughts because some people have been saying that not supporting this change is not supporting artist and creators and as an artist fuck that.

1. Audiences owe you nothing. You have to convince them to engage with your creation not the other way around. This is something both the nonprofit theatre I work with recognizes and huge companies realize. It's just part of life. There are so many talented people in the world making amazing art, videos, music, writings, and on and on, and there's only so much time in the day. I'm not saying you shouldn't know your worth, just that being flippant about how little you care about those who can't pay isn't a good move. On that note...

2. PR is everything. If you haven't made a visible effort to push patreon, channel memberships or other avenues of making money, don't be suprised that your creation that was previously accessible to those without extra cash and to those who can't support foreign subscriptions due either to conversions or because it simply doesn't work, being made private isn't popular. There's a big leap from "We want to have more artistic control" to "We can't afford to make our content accessible to most of our audience," and people are smart enough to see this. You either have to make budget cuts or give into sponsors. This isn't unique to Watcher, it's part of literally every production from broadway, to Hollywood, to YouTube. Unless you can fund it yourself or get viewers to pay(which given how many are already strapped for cash...) that's life.

Not to mention they simply do not have enough followers to make the switch to a paid only site(dropping the first epsiode only on YouTube isn't going to draw people in, they're just going to say "oh why start if I'm not going to see the rest" and not watch) especially not one that is buggy and a security risk. Even if the switch had been supported its not going to end well. The only reason services like nebula and dropout work is because of the large amount of series and creators and the fact those creators still are partly on YouTube so new people are drawn in.

3. As for the price, 6 dollars a month is a not a good starting price for only their content and that's as someone who pays for nebula. I'd be paying the same amount for a fraction of the access to others work. Actually it'd be twice as much. And before someone says "it's only a coffee-" that's for you. Not everyone has your lifestyle. And with every other patreon and subscription service that says the same thing, it all adds up and I simply don't think 60 dollars for 48 videos a year on a subscription basis where you don't get to keep the videos if your situation changes, some of which don't appeal to every viewer is a good move. If you were able to buy physical copies of your favorite series they've made that'd be different, but that's not what this is.

4. I do believe that the employees deserve a livable wage. I also did not hire them. It is not on the viewers that they hired more people than they could afford to. They can charge that much if they want to to try and balance this out. They also shouldn't be suprised if not many can or will sign up. They also don't have to be based in L.A. L.A has ridiculous costs associated with it, and quite honestly it doesn't really add much to the content. I'm not saying they need to move to the middle of nowhere Kansas. Simply that living and basing your studio in a super expensive city and then being suprised money is tight is just weird.

5. Something that occurs to me is that they might get more views if their playlists were better set up. Only some series are given playlists. It'd be easier to find all of the series and binge them if they didn't just show off their more popular shows. Honestly the only draw the streaming site has to me is that the series are actually labeled well.

Do I think the weird ass energy towards Steven is necessary? No. He's not the only one at the company and they're all adults. I actually liked grocery run and homemade, and like to see them back. The parascoial attachment to Ryan and Shane is annoying in people's criticisms, but that doesn't make them completely wrong. If you're going to brand yourself as the anti capalist underdogs you can't get away with being dismissive of your poorer fans. The dissonance is what is causing this backlash and makes you look like hypocrites. I definitely think Steven is turning into the fall guy which is fucked up, his statement and the fact dish granted is one of those shows that make people uncomfortable about wealth flexs doesn't help matters.

#watcher #they really need a CEO who has business experience first and foremost or at the very least a consultant they actually listen to #they also should put more focus on other personalities and actual give them a chance to stick. none of them got famous or a fanbase in a day #give some of the others time to grab attention

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atinystraynstay · 4 months

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My View - Lee Felix

Synopsis: Felix was a hard-working guy. He never thought he would be able to achieve his dreams of being a performer. It was even better that he got to experience this journey with his best friends and his biggest supporter, you, his significant other. That doesn't mean Felix doesn't have his bad days.

"If only you could see things from my perspective right now."

Pairing: Idol! Lee Felix x reader Genre: Angst - frustration from rehearsals, established relationship, comforting Felix, fluff towards the end. (I would seriously go to war for Felix)

Word Count: 2.2k

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Pulling up to the JYP building always filled you with excitement. Every time you step through the front doors, you never knew what was awaiting for me. Part of that was due to the eight rowdy boys who called the building their second home. You often heard them before you saw them.

Felix and you have only been together for a few months now. You were still an unfamiliar face walking around the building, which the boys used to their advantage when they wanted to pull pranks and get into trouble. Well, seven of them were always up for causing chaos. Chris preferred to watch from afar and quickly clean up any messes that popped up before anyone noticed. Such a great leader.

You were easily becoming a part of the Stray Kids family. The younger members looked to you as a shoulder to lean on, someone to give advice. Felix’s hyungs approved because they saw how much joy you brought to their sunshine. You were never shy of showing you affection for Felix, always reminding him of your pride in not just being his partner but watching him do what he loved the most. You helped bring normalcy into their lives where they were just a group of guys in their 20s living their best life. They just happened to have high profile careers.

You, on the other hand, worked in the nonprofit sector. Your job focused on education opportunities for immigrant youth. Ironically, your job occupation is one of the many things Felix found attractive about you. Not only was he captivated by your beauty, but he admired your drive and compassion. It takes a lot from someone to do the work you do, but you made it seem so effortless. It just showed how much you cared.

It was late on a Thursday night. You and your team had been prepping for a fundraising event which was taking much of your attention and energy. Nobody really understands how much goes into a nonprofit until they work in one.

Today was one of the days where you two felt like you were pulled in different directions. Felix has been busy the last few days with dance practices, so you knew he had late nights as well. You two would send texts to each other throughout the day, checking in and supporting each other the best you could. Saturdays were reserved just for the two of you for date nights though, so you were relieved knowing you’d see him soon.

The only thing on your mind was ordering take-out and sleeping. That completely changed though when you got a call from Chan. That's odd. He never called me.

You picked up the phone as you put your keys into the apartment door, about to unlock it. "Hey Chan, what's up?" "Y/n? Are you still at work?" "No, I actually just got back to my apartment. What's going on?" "Come to the studio. Now. It's Felix."

Your heart dropped at the mention of Felix. Your mind began racing through all the possibilities of what could be wrong. Was he injured? Did something happen? Whatever it was, you knew you couldn't waste anymore time. "Y/n?" "Sorry, I'm coming," was all you said.

Just as quick as you unlocked it, you yanked the keys out and slammed the front door shut. Your feet carried you quickly down the steps leading up to your unit and straight to your car in the parking lot. You had this sickening feeling in your gut that something was wrong. Especially by the urgency in Chan's voice. He was not the type of guy to sugarcoat anything.

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By the time you got to the JYP building, Hyunjin was upfront waiting for you. That's not a good sign. You parked your car in the guest parking lot before jumping out with your keys, forgetting about your pursue. All that mattered was how quickly you could get to Felix.

"Hyunjin-ah, what's wrong?" "I don't even know. I was just told to wait up front for you, so I could make sure your car is locked. He's in the practice room."

You tossed your car keys to Hyunjin before you took off running towards the practice room. You noticed that five of the other boys lined up the hallway outside of the room. Chan must be in there with Felix. The sight made your heart drop.

Your heavy breathing and footsteps gained the attention of the five members outside. They both looked concerned yet relieved to see you. You didn't have enough time to ask questions before making your way towards the door. All of their eyes were trained on you.

Very gently, you knocked on the door. You didn't want to cause anymore stress, regardless of what might be happening on the other side of the door.

"Changbin, I know you care, but we just need y/n," Chan shouted out from inside. "Chan, it's y/n. I am here."

Silence filled the hallway as everyone seemed to listen in. You could hear footsteps from the other side of the door. You didn't even know you were holding your breath as your mind spiraled to what could be happening on the other side.

The door opened slowly. It revealed Chan who seemed to be a bit revealed. But looking into his eyes, you knew that there was something wrong.

"Guys, listen, I know we all car about Felix, but he only wants y/n right now," Chan explained. His voice was scarily calm yet also quiet. You were always appreciative that Chan looked out for his members, his brothers, his kids. Especially always looking after Felix.

The rest of the guys nodded their heads. They stepped back to make Sur they weren't overcrowding the doorway. All of them cared for one another, so they would do anything for each other.

Chan slowly opened the door, granting you access. He smiled at you as you swapped positions. You were now inside the room where as he joined the rest of the kids out in the hallway. The door closed behind you which caused you to turn fully towards your beloved.

He was sitting on the floor of the practice room, his head in his hands. Of course, some practices got Felix frustrated. You were always there to comfort him, to help him work through any of the choreography to the best of your ability. He always managed to work through it, seeing those frustrations as motivation. This was different.

It was eerily silent in the room. The only thing you could hear was soft sniffles. Each one causing cracks in your heart.

"Lixie?" You called out. You didn't want to make things worse and startle him. You also were aware maybe that he needed space, so you didn't want to violate any of his personal space.

He picked his head up, looking straight ahead. Your eyes met in the reflection of the mirror. A trail of tears was marked on his cheeks, the light catching the wet trail. His eyes were a bit red, which you weren't sure if it was how long he'd been crying or from his hands pressed into his gorgeous face.

"Y/n."

His eyes didn't leave yours. He needed you.

Without running over, you walked to him. You knew sudden movements would make matters worse. In this room, it was just the two of you. You moved with urgency across the practice floor until you were in front of him.

Once you were in front of him, you took a seat on the floor in front of him. You were sitting criss-crossed, your hands gently reaching out to his. You offered a gentle smile. His hands slipped into yours. It was a start. "What's going on, love?" You asked gently.

Now, you weren't sure if Felix wanted to even talk about what he was dealing with. However, you knew it was better to offer than say nothing at all. Felix always knew he could vent to you whenever, but you still liked to remind him that it was safe to do so. You would wait here all day if need be, if that is what Felix needed.

"I'm not good enough," he murmured.

Your heart shattered hearing his self-doubt. There were times Felix got frustrated because he was just so passionate about performing. This is the only thing that he thought he was meant to do in this life. Sometimes you wondered if he thought back to when he got eliminated during their pre-debut days.

However, you knew how hard Felix has overcome to set that now minor setback. He was one of the most recognizable idols in k-pop, proving that to be true with his impressive vocal range and his impressive dance skills. He was born to be on stage. Yet, that didn't mean he didn't doubt himself.

"What happened?" "Lee Know was showing us new choreography he wanted to learn. It acquires a bit more acrobatics than what we usually do. I thought it would be no problem for me, but-"

You could see tears swelling in his eyes again. Some fell but he tried to quickly blink the rest. Letting go of one hand, you squeezed the other to show you had no intentions of leaving. With your now free hand, you reached forward to gently wipe the tears away that were falling onto his cheeks.

His head gently tilted into your thumb. Taking note, you let your full hand cup his cheek. He sighed at the feeling of the warmth of your palm. You smiled gently to see him responsive to you.

The last thing you would want is for Felix to feel like he is doing this on his own. He had his members, his family supporting you and he also had you. Felix always uplifted you on your worst days, helping to remind you of your self-worth. And you would always do the same. This was one of those moments where you needed to reemphasize your role as his significant other. "But I just can't get it. I can't move my body correctly which makes it feel like I'm not trying hard enough," he murmured. "Like I'm failing. You hear groups coming and going, how things can shift overnight. What if I'm the reason stays don't stay and why Stray Kids becomes just a memory and not a legacy? I don't want to disappoint you or the boys."

For a moment, you remained silent. You already were working through the words to say. While you weren't an idol yourself, you didn't want to invalidate Felix's emotions. You knew that the music industry was brutal and there were a lot of risks involved.

What you did know for sure was just how successful Stray Kids is, how successful he is. He was facing a challenge, like he had before, and he would overcome it. Felix just needed to believe in himself. "Baby boy, this is the first day of learning this choreography. It's not going to be perfect no matter how much you wish it was," you sighed. It was the truth. It was frustrating, yes, but it required practice. "I know for a fact though that the boys would never allow you to fail. Maybe you can keep practicing with Lee Know, or maybe you guys change the choreography. The guys will never let you feel like you fail because you guys are one team which means that you help each other out."

Felix nodded his head gently. He was slowly starting to accept his words but he couldn't quite ignore his personal demons yet. That is where you come in. You weren't going to leave his side until your sunshine returned.

"I don't want to disappoint you either." "Felix, love, that is impossible. You are my life, my love. I am impressed simply by your existence."

He raised an eyebrow at you, confused yet encouraging you to continue speaking. You gladly will praise him as much as he needs to hear, or how much anyone was willing to listen.

"I have never met someone as compassionate as you. Even when you are tired, you go out of your way to show your appreciation not just to your fans, to stay, but to the members, your family, and even me. You always are there to lend a helping hand because you care about everyone else sometimes before yourself. It is true you radiate sunshine because you capture everyone's attention, you can make everyone smile just by being in the same room as you."

For the first time since entering the dance studio, he smiled. His forehead leaned forward until he pressed against yours. You smiled up at him, just happy to see him feeling the slightest bit better.

"I am so lucky to have you even when I'm silly and can't regulate my emotions." "Felix, it's normal to feel frustrated. You know better than anyone that I get that way too. But that's why I'm here. I'm here to support you on your best days, your worst days, and the days in between."

You pulled back gently from him. You tilted your head up until your lips pressed against his forehead lingeringly. At the acton, he could feel his ears turn red but also his smile grow. His eyes fluttered shut, just to take in the moment.

He was the luckiest guy in the world to have you, and you felt like you were even luckier.

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nanowrimo · 5 months

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4 Ways To Cure Writer’s Block

Every year, we’re lucky to have great sponsors for our nonprofit events. NovelPad, a 2023 NaNoWriMo sponsor, is a novel drafting software designed to make it easy for writers to write. Today, they're sharing a few tips to help you beat writer's block:

NovelPad loves NaNoWriMo because we have the same goal: Helping authors get the thing done!

Starting a book is usually fun and easy—your fingers dance across the keyboard as you explore an exciting world, meet your characters, and stir up intrigue for the coming plot. But once you get into the weeds of how that all works, and how you and your characters get from Point A to Point B, you might find yourself losing momentum. You might find yourself so encumbered with obstacles that you might get a case of the dreaded writer’s block.

The very good news is that writer’s block isn’t terminal, and I certainly don’t think writer’s block is as enigmatic as some people seem to think. I believe it’s actually quite a simple problem, and usually due to one of a few common factors. Let’s look at four ways you can push yourself through your case of ye olde block.

1. Check in with yourself.

Step one is always to check in with yourself.

Start by reviewing your basic self-care needs:

Are you staying hydrated?

Do you feel hungry?

Would a shower or a nap be beneficial?

Is it time for a walk or some stretching exercises?

Consider your environment as well. Maybe you need:

Noise-canceling headphones

A change of scenery

A babysitter or someone to help around the house

To open or close some windows

Next, evaluate your level of focus. Is your mind wandering elsewhere? It can be useful to create a "dump list" to jot down anything that's causing you stress, such as work-related issues, pending tasks, or upcoming events. Setting that list aside can give you the tangible feeling of pushing those things off your desk to worry about later.

Once your body, mind, and environment are sorted out, you'll likely discover that writing becomes a bit easier!

2. Look back at where you’ve been.

Even if the first tip did or did not do the trick, let’s take a look at the project itself.

Sometimes writer’s block is a blessing in disguise! Your creative gut might be telling you that something went awry. Try reading your project back and pinpointing where it became difficult to keep going. Consider alternate plots or paths to get your writing flowing again.

If you're managing multiple plots and subplots, identifying the moment you deviated from the main path can be quite challenging. To pinpoint which plot line is causing issues, you can take advantage of NovelPad's handy feature: Plot tracking.

On the Plot Board, you can review every scene of a particular plot in order, making spotting those errors in your plotlines much easier.

3. Rewrite a problem scene.

Once you've identified the scene causing issues, it's time to make improvements! This can be challenging because there are countless ways to approach a scene.

However, don't hesitate to embrace revisions. Often, a scene benefits from a thorough rewrite. With NovelPad Revisions, you can save limitless scene revisions, compare them side by side, and effortlessly switch to the one they want in the live manuscript. This keeps your different versions safe, well-organized, and readily accessible.

4. Freewrite to free yourself.

Freewriting is a great way to get your creativity flowing again. Write some poetry, compose a letter to a friend, or simply let your thoughts flow without judgment. Freewriting without judgment can help turn on your writer mode and even help you solve some problems! It's especially beneficial when you're stuck on something specific, because we often find brilliant solutions when we stop being so critical of our ideas.

Kick writer’s block off your desk with NovelPad! It's free to use throughout NaNoWriMo, and we offer discounts to participants and winners afterward. If you find that NovelPad isn't your cup of tea by the end of November, don't worry—you can still access and download your project at any time. Just write!

Our team at NovelPad believes in making it easy for writers to complete their books. That’s why we built an uncomplicated, intuitive system that stays out of the way until you need it! We want writers like you to #JustWrite without burdening you with excessive features. Speaking of features, software updates at NovelPad are based entirely on user feedback from authors to keep our features sharp, relevant, and minimalist.

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Top photo by Richard Dykes on Unsplash.

#nanowrimo #writing #writers block #writing advice #by nano sponsor #novelpad

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decolonize-the-left · 4 months

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Hey y'all please watch this and share it around, my father in law is so proud of this and Im proud of him for it. Look at him getting them in frame, he's so excited to contribute and doing work on the ground!

If you love people or hate ICE then watch this and skip to 13:30 when the conference starts

Alright so this group helps asylum seekers at the southern border by providing things like food, drink, tents, and shelter. They have formed a small tent city at the border as well because the asylum seekers are told that if they leave the outside detention site they'll get deported.

This is them addressing bold face lies that San Diego county has told in addition the failure to meet expectations and provide things themselves.

One of the lies is that the county claims the money being used to support asylum seekers come from taxpayers but it was THIS GROUP and others who raised funds. Upwards of $60k.

This is after they ignored the groups request for funding.

They touch on the corruption of sending funding to a large, unhelpful nonprofit where most funding goes to staffing rather than people migrating. They amount was $6 million and the Free Shit Collective is surprised at how fast the money is going without any substantial changes for the asylum seekers.

Also if you helped them earlier in my previous post, there's a thank you for anyone who donated. Bonus: you are now personally involved in the lies that San Diego is telling about the border and claiming YOUR donations dont exist and that the money is actually from the state.

Also resource links and how to help! I know how much y'all love those!!

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quadrantvacillation · 2 months

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I don't have much reach on my own so please share this if you can!!!

@rachiesratirementhome is an amazing, Not For Profit organization that cares for pet rats that have been injured, abandoned, surrendered, etc. You name it, they've done it. As a rat lover I have been following them for YEARS and they work wonders to care for, rehome, or - when necessary - provide quality End of Life care to pet rats. Not just the elderly at the ripe old age of 3. They take in

"I Didnt Know They Were So Expensive."

"The kids didn't like them."

"I Just Thought She Was Fat."

And much more!!

All joking aside they are in Critical Need of relocating but, as a lowly American, I know nothing of Australian housing specifications and can only help in the form of humorously exaggerated text posts.

Have you ever shared any Rat of the Week posts? I can almost guarantee you it was them.

Do you remember #TheFullSpoon?

RRH baby.

So, if you're an Australian rat lover, animal lover of any kind, care about nonprofit organizations, enjoy random challenges and have 20 minutes to spare, or just really fucking good at real estate in general????

• Reblog this post

• Join their Facebook group

Or if you don't have FB, message me your advice or reply to this post and I'll forward it to them!!

TIA to anyone and everyone who helps in this cause, even if it's just to spread the word.

#ratblogging #pet rats #animal rescue #australia #ratblr #how else do i tag this help

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bfpnola · 3 months

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when i was 12, i was ambitious. a heart of gold, in the words of earth, wind & fire, i truly believed that nothing could stop me so long as i gave it my all. no obstacle was too large, no goal was too distant. now, at 20, my dreams are shattered in many ways. yet in many ways i am still grateful (and i am aware that i have so much left to live). i owe it to the family i have created to tell this complex truth over a neatly told lie:

for the nearly 8 years that better future program, inc. (bfp) has existed, i have run it almost entirely alone. each time that we gained momentum, it was as though the narrow visions of others dragged us right back to the depths of the void. and i was the one always left to pick up the pieces. you see, for nearly 8 years, i fought and cried, chased and fell, lived and died. but it was through my struggles that i made lifelong friends to kiss the very scars this organization has graced me with. i will always hold a place in my heart for the volunteers who showed up, who bleed alongside me as these words rip into our spirits.

you see, i am writing this because i am a changed person. called every name in the book right down to ngger whore*, something about my soul is hurting. my children and i, my wonderful children, have spent 8 years begging our white peers to care. it does something to you… to look into someone’s eyes, to say that you feel as though you could die, that the world has cursed you with this endless sense of urgency, and for them to only center their themselves whiteness in the end. even in the home we had created, we could not escape white supremacy. i refuse to sugarcoat just how heartbreaking a revelation this was. in the words of one of our truest and most gentle-hearted allies, internally, we had become parasitic, only existing to serve the needs and wants of our white members. and of course, we were disposable. when cycles of harm were disrupted, they left us without a single word of remorse.

my children and i, we are a broken people. torn from our homes, our hearts cracked open, we are a people whose throats are hoarse from screaming, who eyes flood like the mississippi river, whose soles are calloused from chasing after dreams (after humanization) across red-hot coal. we are burnt out.

so where does this leave us? what does any of this mean? crucial details highlighted below:

better future program, inc. (bfp) is changing. our nonprofit status will remain. but our volunteer positions will not. our liberation library will remain. but our discord server will not. we will no longer accept donations. our current funds will be redistributed through mutual aid networks. our 3,000 free resources will still be available. but our capacity for material change has truly been diminished. we hope to continue to provide marginalized youth with educational materials for as long as we possibly can. and so we will do so, for as long as we possibly can.

you see, my children and i, we are a resilient people. borne of slave ships and reservations, occupation and colonization, abuse and grief, we are survivors. our hands grasp one another’s tightly so that we may never lose each other in this world. we have held hands since before we ever even met. as we venture back out into our local communities, we will never stop being intentional in our relationships (in fact, we already have a new project in the works so that may stick together). better future program, inc. (bfp) has still given us so much. and for that we will always be grateful.

if you have any further questions, which i imagine you might, feel free reach out through [email protected], instagram (@bfpnola), or tumblr (@bfpnola), as these socials will remain available.

thank you so much for supporting us for as long as you have. it’s time we take a new path.

sincerely,

reaux (she/they)

founding executive director

#reaux speaks #announcements

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stuckinapril · 8 months

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hello! i also don't have instagram (and personally i've really enjoyed my time having) but i wanted to also ask how/what your experience has been without it (and also ashstfu's if they want to share :))

p.s. i love your blog mwah!!

Ash has absolutely no regrets hahaha. Like she gives no fucks about not having ig at all. It makes sense bc she’s a lowkey person to begin with / prefers to stay out of the loop. The pros outweigh the cons for me as well, but I’ll give you a comprehensive list anyway so you can make your own conclusions. Hope this helps <3

Cons:

There’s less to talk about w your friends. Unless you talk w that particular friend on a daily basis, not many people will be good about updating you about their lives. I actually found that watching people’s stories helps me start a conversation w them on whatever their stories were about, whereas if you don’t have insta you kind of have to dig. A lot of people are just used to others watching their stories rather than actually having a conversation about it, so this could impede communication w more casual friends (or even close ones honestly if they’re just bad at socializing, which a lot of people are now precisely due to apps like ig).

Lots of casual friendships will fizzle out. Insta is perceived as more casual than text, so many people would rather text you through ig rather than something like iMessage. This shouldn’t be a big con if you don’t care about superficial friends to begin w, but if you do it might be a dramatic change / might start to feel lonely.

Small, independently owned businesses love to update through ig, so if you follow those you’ll need another source to stay in the loop through. Same goes w album drops / tours / tickets. That kind of information is almost always shared through Instagram first.

Orgs love to update through insta as well, whether it be your uni orgs or nonprofit orgs. You’ll have to work a little harder to extract information your peers might have acquired just by checking their stories.

I used to follow the paris review / ny times / the new yorker / the washington post etc etc, and I actually really enjoyed their daily posts/stories. Same goes for the once-a-day poem accounts I followed. This is an easy fix tho bc I just substituted it w subscribing to their daily newsletters / one poem a day newsletters, but if you’re not into that maybe take this into consideration.

You kind of become?? A ghost??? The moment you decide to eschew an ig presence, you become inconvenient to a lot of people who couldn’t be bothered to hit you up & learn what’s going on in your life. So definitely prepare to find out who really cares and who doesn’t when you deactivate insta hahahah. This was a pro to me, but I can understand why it’s a con for a lot of people who like their casual networks.

Pros:

You don’t have the compulsion to check on anybody else. At all. Which is good, bc the human brain is absolutely not designed to know what 800 people are doing at any given moment. It’s too much. It leaves you burned out bc of media consumption overload, but not many people realize this. I realized it once I deactivated Insta & magically started having a will to live again hahah.

You won’t be in an imaginary competition w other people. Instagram is all about glamor. It’s all about fabricating a life that does not actually exist, for the purpose of impressing people you don’t actually know. Once you have insta out of your system, you’ll stop comparing your life w the make-believe lives people on Instagram want you to think are actually real. I had a very bad phase of comparing myself bc of ig, so deactivating it really helped me not be so hard on myself.

No FOMO. You won’t feel like you constantly have to be updated on your insta feed. You don’t need to know what celebrity selfie #827262626 is or story #2728727 is about.

You won’t feel the dying need to be perceived. Every trip isn’t about taking pictures you can post on your ig. Every good thing in your life doesn’t have to be something that gets broadcasted to your followers. You’ll enjoy sweet moments in the privacy of your own mind, and you’ll go somewhere for the simple joy of going somewhere rather than posting about it for validation, and you’ll be more present in general. Big pro for me. Very big pro.

No creeping your significant other’s insta to see who they followed, what they liked, etc. Blessed to have never fallen victim to this.

You’ll actually discover who your real friends are—the people who actually make the effort to hit you up to know what you’re up to, rather than choose the path of least resistance (liking your picture and moving on with their lives a second later).

Less time on your phone!!! This is so important. This genuinely scares me sometimes, bc imagine how many hours it would be if you summed every hour you spent glued to your phone over your whole life. The answer will always be too many. We already have so little time on this earth. Digital minimalism really is the way to go if you want to live a life you won’t abhor on your deathbed. This is not impossible to achieve while also having an ig, but this app has been designed by several people to be as addictive as possible. Sometimes deactivating it is better than simply minimizing it.

#social science #ask

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clonerightsagenda · 4 months

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Getting Involved Locally

Every time I see a post implying the only two politically relevant actions you can take in America are voting or not voting in federal elections, I tell myself I will make this post, so now I am finally doing it.

As an American, it can be frustrating and dispiriting to feel like we're being held hostage by our politicians while the United States continues to be one of the biggest forces for suffering on a global scale. This post is not about what we can do on that scale but instead suggests that, if you're feeling powerless and depressed about your national/international impact, you can take action on the local level. I got involved with a local activist group a few years ago, and we've been able to tangibly help people in our community, get genuine policy passed, and net some legislative wins. It's much easier to influence a smaller system, and a lot more rewarding than doomscrolling on social media.

Disclaimer: I am an American who lives on the outskirts of a fairly large city. This post reflects my experience and not everything in it may be applicable to yours. Take what is useful and leave the rest.

What's out there?

There are a variety of ways to get involved locally depending on your preferences. I'm going to lump them into a few categories:

Local government. City council, school boards, library boards, etc. Many of these orgs have open meetings and allow public comment. They're often sparsely attended and members are frequently elected by small margins, so they're far more likely to listen to what you have to say than federal legislators. Check out your home's website to see if you can find minutes and agendas to learn what they're discussing and how you can weigh in. Great choice if you want to develop a first name basis nemesishood with a local politician.

Volunteering. If you have low bandwidth and just want someone to tell you what to do, but would like to know your actions immediately benefit real people, volunteering gigs might be for you. Lots of organizations need help! Community kitchens, greenspace cleanups, giving immigrants rides to appointments, phonebanking, tutoring, supporting cultural centers, etc. Find orgs connected to something you're interested in and see what they need.

Organizing. Organizing involves long term work to build groups of people who can push for change. Outside of labor unions, there are tenant unions (renters pushing their landlords for better conditions) and groups organizing around a specific issue. (Off the top of my head, in my area I'm aware of multiple groups organizing around abolition/decarceration, minimum wage, environmental justice, transit, and reproductive justice.) These groups require more commitment, but that also means you'll have more input than showing up to volunteer for a nonprofit a few times a month.

(The group I'm currently involved with is organizing-focused, so if you're curious I'm happy to share more details of what that's like, I just don't want this post to be even longer.)

How can I learn about opportunities?

Word of mouth

Local government websites

Library, college, and community center bulletin boards

Local events (I tabled at a music festival last summer)

Protests and rallies

Local news outlets (might be covering actions, etc.)

Social media

Google (try 'mutual aid' and your location)

Start getting involved. I cannot express how much I've learned about the activist landscape in my city just from joining one org. Between partnerships, solidarity requests, etc., so many groups are now on my radar that weren't before. As I said before, I'm in/near a fairly big city, but you might be surprised by how much is going on where you are!

A note on self-interest

Something we talk about in organizing is self-interest. Why are you passionate about this cause? Why are you in this fight? Identifying your self-interest is important for a few reasons. First, it helps you convince other people to care. Second, it keeps you engaged. If you start volunteering out of a vague sense that you're 'helping', it's much easier to lose interest. If you recognize how winning this fight makes your life better, you're more likely to stick with it. I'm not saying you should only get involved in causes that immediately materially benefit you, but it's worth thinking about your personal stake so that you can return to that when you think 'ugh I don't want to get out of bed for this meeting'. You may have seen the quote credited to Lilla Watson and a group of other Aboriginal Rights activists: "If you have come here to help me, you are wasting your time. But if you have come because your liberation is bound up with mine, then let us work together."

In conclusion

This is work. I've spent weekends in campaign retreats and driven 45 minutes across the city to make care packages. I am doing group projects and not even getting paid for it. But when you're frustrated with the state of the world, it's nice to be able to roll up your sleeves and make a visible impact on something you can control. It's also a great way to meet people irl who care about the same things as you and learn ways we can support each other when larger structures let us down.

As yet another American election season draws near with its avalanche of posts about voting, whether you intend to vote or post on tumblr about how much voting sucks or are a long-suffering non-American cursed to always see this shit, I challenge you to take a step* into your community and tackle a problem there. Who knows? You might even help solve it.

*Virtually if necessary. Many orgs try to be accessible. I attend many of my org's meetings on zoom!

#idk if this is actually helpful in any way #I'm happy to talk more about what being in an organizing-focused group has been like for me #also sorry I turned reblogs off bc I did not want this somehow turning into voting discourse

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brf-rumortrackinganon · 2 months

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Hello rumor tracking anon, what's happening with Catherine's mother's Day's pic?

I have no idea what is real and what isn't any longer, with regard to the Wales'. The press routinely makes molehills into mountains when covering them, and the Squad just adds to the confusion. I'm very very confused. You and your analytical mind are my only hope here.

Hi there! Nothing like an internet tempest in a teacup to start (or finish) your Monday, right?

Basically the TL;DR of it is that KP posted a photo of Kate and the kids for UK Mother's Day yesterday. Everyone loved it, it went viral.

Then late yesterday afternoon (US time), the Associated Press (AP) - a US-based nonprofit news distribution agency that's popular and trusted worldwide - issued a "kill notice" on KP's photo, which essentially told their subscribers "hey, we think this photo isn't real, take it down and stop posting/publishing it until we can verify it." Two other wire services did the same thing.

How does a wire service like the AP work? They're a big newspaper with a huge reporting team around the world. Those reporters write stories for the AP (or your national wire service), the AP turns around and sells those stories to other publications ranging from big national media like The New York Times and The Washington Post to your local town crier newspaper. Those other publications (or subscribers, if you will) then publish the AP stories in their newspapers. If the AP doesn't have a reporter in whatever area where news is happening, then they'll contact a local reporter and buy their story for the wire service that they then sell to other publications. If you know how Getty Photography works, then think of the AP and the wire services as the news version.

Here's another quick explainer of how the AP works.

Now specifically for photographs, the AP - and other wire services - have a strict set of rules for editing and photoshopping. Apparently KP's photo didn't meet those rules so they retracted their circulation of the photo (killed it, in industry parlance). And when the AP did it, because they have an international reputation, a couple other wire services also did it, then social media picked up on it, then the royal reporters picked up on it, and presto. A media firestorm.

From what I can understand, there are three and a half main issues with the photo, from AP's perspective:

Charlotte's left wrist

Kate's right hand/Louis's right shoulder

The baseboard behind Louis's feet

The heel of Charlotte's right boot (this is the half - some people have pointed it out, the AP hasn't)

Social media is saying there are more problems/"fails" than these three or four items, such as: George's hands around Kate, Kate's hair, the zipper on Kate's jacket, the trees in the background show autumnal growth not spring growth, etc.

Then last night, a couple of the news organizations, including several from Fleet Street, reached out to Kensington Palace for comment and explanation. KP didn't respond, the reporters reported it, it kept going and the internet interneted, social media social media'd, and finally this morning (6:30am EDT/11:30am GMT), KP published a new statement from Kate clarifying that yes, she edited the photo as all photographers do and apologizing for any confusion. (Which, again, I think is bullshit. She didn't need to apologize for doing something that everyone else does.)

There's some speculation that the Sussexes or Sussex affiliates or Sussex bots tipped the AP off to look more closely at the photograph. I personally haven't seen any of that, but I have seen all the social media from Sussex Squad gloating about Kate/KP being caught red-handed "manipulating" the press and citing it as vindication in their anti-Kate crusade. I think they're overplaying their hand - yes, take the win but be careful. Meghan edits her photos too and gloating about Kate getting caught only means the Waleses' side is going to go after Meghan's photos that much harder.

You can see my debunking of the claims here. I personally don't think this is a big deal, I do think it's ridiculous that it became the firestorm that it did, and I think you can tell in that post I've gotten a little fed up with how oversaturated such a non-story has become. But that's the side effect of 24/7 news and internet.

#ask #brf #waleses

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What would you need from the fans of How To Dance In Ohio for a ProShot to be streamed somewhere like Broadway HD or similar? Would it need to be a Kickstarter or a social media campaign? Is there anyone we can write to? Part of my reason for asking is selfish, since I would love to see the show, but this show is also historic and groundbreaking in a lot of different ways and I also think your amazing performances need to be preserved as a part of Broadway history.

I know this is probably a really sad time for you and the rest of the Ohio cast/creative team and even if a ProShot never happens and nothing ever comes of it, just know that you, all of you, touched more lives and hearts than you could possibly know just by being who you are.

Thanks so much for asking. This is something we have been discussing with the producers, because obviously we'd all love it to happen too.

Warning: incoming info-dump, albeit a grossly oversimplified one:

It would cost about $3M to produce a pro-shot. Here's an incomplete list of where that money would go:

-The regular costs of the venue itself--which, when you include rent, utilities, and staff salaries (security, bartenders, ushers, custodians, all the people who are just in charge of maintaining the Belasco), comes out to about $1K a minute.

-The labor of obtaining necessary permits for filming onsite.

-The labor of the film crew, including load-in, setup, and breakdown of equipment, and coordinating with stage management to make sure their shooting doesn't get in the way of backstage choreography, and making any adjustments accordingly

-The collaboration between the film crew and the in-house sound crew to make sure the audio is captured and balanced properly

-The labor of post-production: editing, color correction, sound adjustment, etc.

-There are also different contracts (and higher pay) for the actors, stage managers, stage crew, sound crew, lighting crew, and wardrobe crew, in addition to our current contracts wherein we're just doing the show as usual. This can get particularly complicated with the actors and stage managers, since our Broadway contracts are through Actors' Equity Association (the union for stage actors and stage managers) but the contract for having our work filmed and distributed in theaters or on streaming platforms is under SAG-AFTRA (the union for film actors).

This is not a complete list, but to give you some context: that's about what it would cost just to make the thing. The costs and logistics of actually distributing it is a different story altogether, and a lot of that would depend on strategizing around future productions and making sure the availability of the pro-shot wouldn't compromise, say, a national tour. I'm not a producer and don't have the numbers and the research, but what I'd love to see happen is, the pro-shot gets a limited theatrical release to coincide with a national tour, and then gets released to streaming platforms when the tour is wrapped. (Of course, as an elder millennial who's genetically incapable of not being financially stressed, I don't care where or how it's released as long as I get those residual checks lol.)

As to your question of crowdfunding: as far as I understand it (and I'm not an entertainment lawyer so I likely have very incomplete information, so don't take my word at total face value): in order to crowdfund for a pro-shot, the producers would likely need to establish a new business entity and it would have to be a nonprofit entity so it could legally solicit donations from the public. Broadway shows are commercially produced, and each iteration of the commercially-produced production has its own business entity. When the show was in workshops and in Syracuse, the business entity was "Amigos in Ohio, LLC." The Broadway entity is "Amigos on Broadway, LLC." The only difference it makes on my end is the name that shows up on my bank statement when I get my direct deposit every week, but the difference it makes from a producer perspective is much more significant and it has a big effect on how productions are legally and ethically allowed to be funded, and again I'm not an entertainment lawyer so explaining what those differences are is beyond me.

I will say, however, Ken Davenport has been a real innovator when it comes to how shows can be produced--in 2010, he launched what eventually became the first crowdfunded Broadway musical with the Godspell revival. I know very little about how all of that actually works, but I do think something like that would be a boon to the industry in the year of our dark Majestic Theater 2024. And it would also give the fans a way to connect with the material and the business on a deeper and more personal level.

Meanwhile, if you want to learn more about how Broadway works from the producers' side, you should check out Sammy Lopez's Producing 101 course on The Business of Broadway. (I'm going to be in an upcoming class myself and it's all virtual, so maybe I'll see you there!)

#how to dance in ohio #broadway #musical theatre #musicals #htdio #theatre #broadway producing #showbiz

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Broken Prism

Chapter 27 - The End

Fandom: Red Hood

Pairing: Jason Todd x f!reader

Warnings: none

Summary: the aftermath of everything

Notes: I thought this was going to be 2 chapters, but it fits better as 1 I think, thank you everyone who enjoyed this and liked, replied, reblogged, you're all wonderful

Jason knew living in Wayne manor wasn’t going to work a few days after that night. YN wandered the halls the day of the funerals for Jocelyn and Aura, still in a stupor. She had been like this for three days. She had stopped talking to any of the Waynes, even Alfred could only get a few words from her. She barely slept, didn’t eat, and Jason knew she was seeing Dr. Thompkins nearly three hours every day, she was struggling but not showing him. He knew now exactly what it was like dealing with him and he didn’t know how anyone could stand him. He just wanted her to open up, to talk to him. Even if she blamed him for everything he still wanted to know, to help her.

“Hey, come on, its time,” he said, gently taking her arm to lead her to the car. She nodded and followed him, gripping his arm tight. He was glad she clung to him; glad she had put the ring back on after getting back that night. She needed time, he knew that, but it still hurt to see her grief. They got in the car, and she looked out the window the whole drive, but she held his hand like if she let him go he would disappear too. He watched her, seeing her taking deep breaths, looking up to keep tears in. She wanted to be strong.

The service was small, the girls’ families only, along with Jason and YN. Bruce, Tim, and Dick were there, but stayed far back. Bruce had taken care of the funeral costs, citing a nonprofit he had to take care of those that were victims of the criminals of the city. Jason hoped he kept it, didn’t just create it for this moment. YN spoke, keeping her composure the whole time, until finally everyone had left, and she watched the coffins lower into the ground. Then she started sobbing, the sound echoing in the quiet cemetery. Jason grabbed onto her, and she clung to him.

“Do you want to stay longer?” he whispered as she calmed down. She shook her head and he led her back to the car.

“I know you’re worried about me,” she said softly as they drove back. He looked at her, feeling relief wash over him. She was talking to him again. “I just needed to get through this without anyone telling me that they were sorry or that it wasn’t my fault. I needed to process life without my best friends. Everyone acts like the only deaths that matter are the romantic ones, a lover dies tragically, but this hurts too. I haven’t felt this much paid since you died.” He kissed her hand softly.

“Why don’t we get away to that cabin?” Jason asked. She nodded. “We’ll pack as soon as we get back. You can keep doing your sessions with Dr Thompkins remotely and anything you need I’ll get for you ok?”

“Thank you, Jason,” she said, leaning into him as the car trudged back towards the manor, which looked less like home and more of a reminder of the pain.

You were finished packing, waiting for Jason to go around the city, closing down safehouses and getting gear to other locations so they wouldn’t be found while he was gone. You could feel Bruce watching you from the doorway of the bedroom. You nodded that he could come in and he did, sitting down at the desk chair.

“Jason killed all of them…” he started but you glared at him.

“If this is you coming in here to wax poetic about his moral failings, I will punch you again and I won’t stop,” you said, in no mood for his Batman bullshit.

“No, that’s not what I was going to talk about. I just wanted to remind you that those people who did this are not coming back. They are gone from this earth, we cremated them so that they couldn’t come back. I know that this house is not a safe place for you anymore, its tainted for both of you now, but you are welcome any time. Jason doesn’t know if he will come back to Gotham after you leave,” he said. You nodded. You weren’t sure you wanted to come back either, but you needed more time to figure that out. “I hate saying this but sometimes Jason is right. I don’t think he has to murder so many, but some people are not able to be saved. This city seems to attract people like that, its cursed I swear.”

“Jason told me about the curse your family put on this place,” you said. “Even if it was something like that you know that you don’t have to stay here paying that penance right?” Bruce was silent. “Either way, if Jason and I come back it won’t be to this house. You will never let Jason really be himself here and I can’t be here, not anymore. I fall asleep and see nothing but my friends’ bodies, that fucking pig mask, that doctor. I’m not sure if I’ll ever stop seeing them.”

“I know, I have nightmares like that too, about…Selina,” he said softly. You looked at him. You had never heard him mention a specific person before.

“Selina?” you asked. He nodded. He got a far away look in his eyes before looking down.

“She was the person who made world burst into color. She was a cat burglar…”

“Catwoman?” you asked, shocked. He nodded. “I’m so sorry.” You had heard that she had been killed by Bane after Bruce’s back had been broken. Nightwing had taken over for a long time and many wondered if Batman was dead.

“She was brave, and beautiful, and I couldn’t protect her. Honestly, when Jason said that you were using yourself as bait I was sent back to that night, Bane attacking, Selina distracting him while I tried to take him down. My back, then watching as he…” he trailed off and you just nodded. “I’m grateful that Jason got you back, that none of my kids have ever had to see their soulmates like that. I want you to get away with him, and if you stay away, just be happy with him. Make him happy.”

“I will,” you said. Bruce nodded, standing and heading to the door. Jason walked in just as he walked out, taking a few minutes to say goodbye, and you looked at him.

“Ready?” he asked. You nodded and headed downstairs. Dick and Tim were in the foyer to see you off, each hugging you tightly and wishing you well. It felt like an ending, like everything was going to change forever. And you knew it would.

Two years later

Bruce stalked the rooftops of North Gotham, doing a patrol that was almost pointless by now. This place was safe, he knew it was. Jason thought he was sneaky, coming back to the city a few months ago, but making sure that he was never seen. Red Hood was a fairytale criminals told each other, a guy from years ago that had vanished. He wasn’t back, couldn’t be back. Then someone would get busted for trafficking in teenage boys and they’d be found floating in the river, a single hole in their head. Bruce still didn’t like it but not even he knew where Jason was to try and stop him. Not that he was putting in a lot of effort honestly. He patrolled like he didn’t believe in the rumors, keeping his eyes out just in case he spotted Jason somewhere.

It was just getting dark tonight, meaning Bruce would need to move to other parts of the city, ones that actually needed patrolling, when he noticed someone walking near a park. He stopped and stared. YN, he would know her face anywhere. She was pushing a stroller, and he heard a cry coming from it. As silently as he could he moved closer, perching on a lamppost above her, watching quietly. She opened the protective covering of the stroller and lifted out a baby, maybe almost a year old, dark white and a streak of white right in the front.

“I know the Batman is there Jocelyn,” she said softly. Bruce froze, seeing YN look up at him. She nodded silently. She kissed the calmed baby, putting her back in the stroller. “You can come down and meet her.” Bruce dropped to the ground, walking over slowly.

“How long…”

“You know how long we’ve been here,” she said, letting him peek in at the now sleeping child. “He knows you know he’s here too; you don’t have to skulk around.”

“I don’t skulk,” Bruce said, and she laughed. It was nice to hear. “Will you ever contact us?”

“Yes, someday,” she said.

“Can you tell him we miss him?” Bruce asked. YN nodded. He took a step back and flew off into the night.

You sat in bed that night, waiting for Jason to get back from his patrol. You heard him go into Jocelyn’s room first, greeting his daughter first in the helmet voice and then with it off. He said it was to make sure she was never scared of Red Hood, she needed to know that he was safe. He got her settled back to sleep again before coming into your bedroom, going into the bathroom as Red Hood and coming out half an hour later as Jason again.

“I talked to Bruce tonight,” you said as he slid into bed next to you, pulling you to him like he did every night.

“He finally decided to show himself?” he asked. You shook your head.

“No he thought he was being sneaky, but I always know when one of you are around,” you said. “Introduced him to Jocelyn, he wanted to know if you would contact him again. They miss you.” You heard him sigh in the darkness, gripping you just a little tighter.

“Are you ready to see them again?” he asked. You looked at him. You hoped he hadn’t kept himself away just because he thought you needed this space. You had told him you were fine, the grief and pain were just a dull ache that you knew would never fully go away, but you could handle things now.

“Yes, I am,” you said. He nodded.

“I promise I’ll call them tomorrow,” he said, “but right now I just want to be here with you.” You smiled and fell asleep with Jason, sometimes the Red Hood, sometimes broken, but always your soulmate.

#jason todd x you #jason todd x reader #jasontodd #jason todd x y/n #jason todd #red hood x you #red hood x reader #redhood #red hood #red hood x y/n #brokenprism

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sketchy-rosewitch · 10 months

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Hello there!

I’m feeling chaotic neutral rn bc I just watched a lame gory movie, so could I possibly get some gory slut w Vincent Sinclair?

feel free to ignore this and/or just delete this if ya don’t feel like it, I’m just wondering what kind of messed up things u can think of based off of my messed up ideas.

oh, and w a Fem or GN reader too please!

Don’t feel rushed bc trust me I take a long time to do requests too, so take your time and don’t feel pressured!

have a good day!

Red is the color of Love (and Blood): Vincent x gn!afab!reader

A/N: you have a great night too, thanks for requesting! I loved writing this, I’m not used to writing blood and gore so this was new for me! Hope you like it!

Warnings: Blood, Dead Body, reader also kills, PinV, fingering, sex in blood, knives, screwdrivers, heavy descriptions of killing people, blood being used in a sexual way.

Vincent told you you weren’t allowed to help. But you wanted to. You told him you’d be okay, you even tried to get Bo and Lester to back you up on it. Bo stayed out of it which meant that Lester did too. Which meant you couldn’t help.

Except, who the hell were you to listen?

You sit on the ticket counter in the House of Wax waiting patiently for one or more people from the small group Lester spotted to come in. Vincent would be up not long after which is why you don’t mind there being a few people in the group.

Chatter is heard outside about 20 minutes into you just sitting in the A/C filled museum. Three girls and a man come in all talking loudly.

“They’re so gross. I mean seriously you can’t spend one minute without each other?” One of the women huffs. She has short blonde hair and brown eyes.

“Oh you’re just jealous Jake won’t look at you.”

She gasps and hits the man. “I’m not, I just know I could treat him better than that stupid whore Jess ever could!”

The room goes quiet as the second woman jabs both of them and points at you. You smile.

“Sorry, we didn’t think anyone worked here. How much to look around?” She asks, moving her black hair behind her ear.

“Oh the museum is a nonprofit. You can go ahead and look around. I’m just here to volunteer, ya know make sure no one touches anything they aren’t supposed to.” You explain, she nods and the trio start to look around. The blonde continues to bitch and moan about Jake and Jess. You hop off the counter and go behind it looking for the screw driver you stuck back there, humming to ‘Dancing Queen’ softly.

Vincent’s foot steps are heard coming from the basement stairs. You smirk and pocket the screw driver, watching from behind the counter as he heads towards the group of friends.

Shockingly your boyfriend didn’t see you, you shrug and lean against the wall waiting.

There’s talking. Then silence. Then multiple screams.

The bitchy blonde woman runs out of the kitchen and comes up to you scared. “Please, help! Help me. Fuck they just stabbed my friend. This man he just- fuck you have to help come on!” Tears spill from her eyes. Your adrenaline hikes up, pretending to care you nod your head quickly and she takes your hand.

You pull the screw driver out and yank her back causing her to fall to the floor. Standing over top of her you stomp into her skull causing blood to flow from her face. Some of it splashed onto your boot. You kick her nose up causing the bridge to go into her skull.

You smirk and notice the other girl in your peripheral trying to sneak away from you. Stepping over the other girl’s now dead body you run up to the black haired girl and grab the collar of her shirt. You take your screwdriver and stab it into her throat, wiggling it around. She gurgles and spits out blood onto your face. You wipe it away, causing it to smear.

You take the screw driver out and she attempts to push you off of her. You manage to push her fully into the waxy floor and stab her over and over again with the screwdriver.

You stop when she stops gurgling. Her body fully going limp. You pull the tool from her neck and get up.

Vincent watches you from the kitchen archway. You smile proudly. “I told you I could do it!”

Your adrenaline runs high and Vincent makes his way over to you. You realize how scary he looks in his mask when he’s coming towards you like that. You flinch as he grabs your face looking at it for any scratches.

“Baby I’m fine. Please.” You laugh, he glares and you quiet down frowning slightly. Vincent takes one hand and pulls his mask off. You look at his face and he leans in kissing you aggressively, his lips slowly starting to taste like iron because of the blood on your face. You groan into the kiss as he feels down your body. His lips kiss down your jaw and to your neck biting and sucking on it.

“Fuck baby. You like it huh? You like that I wanna kill people too?” You moan, he nods and starts to push you two towards the now blood covered floor.

Vincent pulls up your tank top and grabs your chest. He sucks on one of your nipples and smears the other in blood.

You roll your hips into him and pant. Taking some blood, you smear it on his face then pull him up from your breast to kiss him.

Vincent’s hands grab your pants and underwear. Yanking them down, the material stretches and makes tearing noises. Neither of you care.

You grab his bulge making his breath hitch, he almost loses stability and falls on top of you. A small grunt leaves your boyfriends lips and you unzip his jeans, pulling his cock out.

Vincent’s bloody hand jerks himself a few times and you watch as blood starts to cover his length. “Fuck.. please fuck me with all the blood on it. Shit baby, just- Ah!”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he thrusts into you without warning. His dick stretches your hole out so much it hurts. Something about you really likes it though.

He grabs your hips and starts to rut into you, letting out small puffs of air every time his cock stretches you out.

You let out loud squeals enjoying being covered in blood and the feeling of Vincent holding onto you so tightly. The two of you kiss, opening your mouths and your tongues intertwining. Your hair begins to soak in blood and your fingers run it through Vincent. His pace now slowing down for even a second. You feel as the knot in your stomach tightens, it keeps tightening and doesn’t stop.

One of his hands comes down and starts to circle your clit, making even more lewd wet noises. You roll your hips into him desperate for more. He gives it to you.

“Fuck Vince. Please oh I love you. I love you baby. Please.” You whine, your kiss causing drool to come from both your mouth and his. His hips slap into you making your back arch. “I’m gonna cum. Oh god. Fuck.”

His hips move faster and your hangs open unable to form words. Your eyes roll back and your orgasm ripples through your body. Your vision goes blurry as your legs shake you let out squeals, Vincent doesn’t let up. He fucks you through your orgasm, he finishes not long after you, bucking his hips over and over again. He falls onto you and a small ‘oof’ escapes your lips.

He takes a non bloody part of his sleeve and wipes your face before kissing you gently. You hum and play with his sticky hair.

“Can we go shower?” Your voice is hoarse, he looks up at you nodding quickly. His strong arms pick you up and carry you back to the house.

The bodies can wait until later.

#house of wax #house of wax 2005 #vincent sinclair #vincent sinclair x reader

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