#if someone already posted this here I'll delete it someone sent it to me in a dm

[spursthatjinglejanglejingle]

#if someone already posted this here I'll delete it someone sent it to me in a dm #fallout #fallout new vegas #fnv #craig boone #🪼

[dnfao3tags]

Finding Deleted Fics: A Multi-Method Guide

i feel like we are the fandom who needs this post the most any fandom has needed it ever.

all of these methods require you to know the title, author and/or link of the fic.

[disclaimer: the fic i am using as an example is not deleted, i just can't think of any other fics to use as an example right now.]

Method #1: Wayback Machine

this is my go to method that i always try first.

steps:

every fic on ao3 has a url of archiveofourown.org/[specific-numbers]. you're gonna need that url, doesn't matter if it doesn't work anymore.

eg.

2. now you're gonna go to archive.org and enter your url in the search bar.

3. something like this will come up. it probably won't be saved as many times though, just once or twice.

just click any of the links now, either the dates marked blue on the calendar or the earliest/latest date. that's it.

drawbacks:

often, a problem arises when searching for fics rated mature or explicit.

the site will have archived this page but not the actual fic. though, maybe lady luck is on your side and clicking proceed will lead you to a saved version of the actual fic. but usually not. and not all fics are saved here. in those cases, i have some more methods.

Method #2: Search Engine Cache

search engines like google and yandex often save a cached version of sites, though yandex is much more reliable than google. i'll give you a tutorial for both.

steps (yandex):

the link isn't completely necessary, just the title and author of the fic will suffice.

go to yandex.com and search for your fic by either entering the url or entering the title and author as such.

3. this will probably immediately come up.

just enter the captcha and it should let you in on the first go but there's a glitch i've encountered where you could be entering the captcha completely correct but for some reason the site still won't let you in. for that, you just have to keep trying again and again until eventually the site lets you in. might take more than 10 tries.

4. once you're in, search results will pop up. directly clicking them will only lead you to the not found page. what you're gonna do is hover over the box of the search result and you'll see 3 dots pop up on the right.

click those and a dropdown menu will appear. click the first option 'saved copy'.

and thats it! this is a much more efficient method especially for explicit or mature fics.

drawbacks:

for some reason, when i open yandex in google chrome, i can't see the 3 dots. i can in firefox though. don't really know what thats all about.

i'll show you how to do it with google too just in case yandex doesn't work.

steps (google):

in the url bar, type cache:[link of fic]. that's pretty much it. google doesn't have a lot of fics saved though so you'll probably get a 404 page.

Method #3: Reddit

there's a subreddit called r/DeletedFanfiction that can probably help you out. either search for the fic as it may have already been posted or req it and someone will probably get you a google drive link soon enough. u/throwthisaway11112 is my lord and savior.

afaik it's still up and running fine despite the reddit protest thing (which i recommend taking a minute to look into).

Method #4: Archive.org Database

okay, now you're gonna need a lot of memory on computer for this one. i'm not gonna even bother and try to explain it, i'll just link you to the original post. thank you once again to the anon who sent me this method!

Method #5: Fandom

if absolutely none of those methods work, you can still just send me an ask and maybe my followers or i will have a saved copy. same for any other fandom, i recommend asking around in popular fandom spaces, someone is bound to have it.

#deleted fics #kay talks #save #ao3 #internet archive #excuse my poor graphic designing #i wanted to add my photo thing #but this isnt a #fic rec #so i just slapped ao3 hacks on #decent imo #hope this helps someone out #ao3 hacks #how to ao3

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

hey y'all, i pretty much know that i'm the asshole big time- but i'm not sure what to do about it. i know i need to shift my perspective, especially because i'm not sure what to do going forward... or how to meaningfully apologize, so I think i need some outside judgement.

AITA for wanting to possibly return to speaking terms with someone i cheated with?

about 1.5 years ago one of my best friends (i'll call him R, we're all 20 now) confessed to me while I had a bf- R said he knew i wasn't into him but asked me to kiss him once. i felt really bad and didn't feel anything for him, so i said yes and we briefly kissed. I didn't think it was going to be a big deal until I told my boyfriend right afterwards and he got really upset in a way i now see i was really understandable. i've come to see the situation as cheating, but I think fundamentally we had a different view of it at first. my bf asked me to not be alone with him anymore or talk to him outside of groupchats (i was in a friend group of 3 people, R me and another guy). I tried really hard to follow through on this but in reality- i just didn't want to cut off one of my best friends- there were times I went against my boyfriend's wishes and slowly I let up and saw him/talked alone more. I would tell my boyfriend about it and he would be hurt by it and I would feel horrible, but I didn't put up a hard boundary. I hated myself for it, but I didn't feel like R was actually a problem, rather that the problem was my lack of respect for my bf. A month or two later, all of us moved away to different colleges. After two months of long distance and continuing to talk to R on the phone sometimes, my boyfriend left me citing that as one of the reasons.

I realized I should have valued my bf more and I stopped talking to R (basically ghosted him), but he contacted me on another platform and asked if I was okay and I realized that he was a true friend in a lot of ways. When we hung out on winter break at home, we were chilling and he kind of made a joke asking me to sleep with him. I said no very loudly because I'm not into him like that and I was still hung up on my bf. Meanwhile, after 2 months of no contact, me and my bf had started to talk again very tentatively (i had tried really hard to instigate it which, sometimes i feel bad about not leaving him in his peace- but I was having a really hard time accepting the breakup). I realized there was something I really needed to do to show him I was serious and I sent R a text saying we couldn't be friends anymore citing some lame reasons and the whole 'sleep together' thing.

After that, R didn't contact me and I felt like it was sad, but kind of a blessing because I got to focus on building trust between my bf and I and we eventually got back together.

Anyways, in the past year, the relationship has been steadily getting more comfortable and I hadn't had any contact with R or cheated since (I kind of believe once a cheater always a cheater, so this is an accomplishment. I really don't want to hurt my bf like that again.)

Okay here's the sucky part though (as if the rest wasn't already sucky of me) i was posting tiktoks for the first time this week and, little did i know, the algorithm was showing them to people who had my number. I got a call from an unknown number and a text that said "can we talk." I realized from the chat history it was R, whose number i deleted. I didn't answer, but a part of me really wanted to.

I missed him and I felt bad for leaving the friendship the way it was, I was also really curious as to why he was contacting me now?? But I knew I needed to tell my bf before I did anything. He said he would feel more comfortable if I didn't respond and I kind of agreed- but I said I was going to think about it and that I would tell him explicitly before I did anything.

Then the next day I got another call from a random number with my hometown area code- I thought there was a possibility it was R and decided to just act in the moment and let fate decide- I answered and it was him. It was kind of scary, but also exciting and didn't feel wrong in my body. He was weirdly casual just saying hi and that he saw my tiktoks and missed me, we ended up talking like old friends- like the time that had passed had healed some of that old stuff. He told me i was the best friend he ever had, and I remembered all kind of good things about our friendship. I also was able to apologize for ghosting him- if not super well. I knew while we were talking that my bf was not going to be comfortable with this and that I was unsure about what to do going forward and I think R kind of knew that was the case too, so it was also very awkward. when we hung up, it was clear I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to be his friend again.

When I told my bf as soon as i got off the phone, he was understandably very upset, even more so when I said I wasn't sure if I wanted to keep talking to R in the future. I feel really bad for hurting him, I was really mainly thinking about my own feelings. Now he and I are trying to resolve things, but I'm ashamed to say I don't know how I can make it better. I've told him that, even though it's not necessarily what I want, I'm willing to block R again, but I don't think it feels satisfying to either of us. my bf and I have been dating for 4 years now (with that break at 3 yrs) and he means so much to me, I don't want to bring us back to a place of distrust, but part of me feels like this was kind of pent up while I had R blocked. i've never ended a friendship with anyone before or blocked someone, so it all feels really weird to me, but I can imagine that my bf must feel really betrayed by my continued unsureness.

also R and my bf used to be friends for like 5 yrs- then R and I were close for 1 yr. my bf has said he felt left out by that and that he felt like R was a jerk to him while they were friends, so that's an element of it as well.

if you've read this far, thanks so much- advice? AITA? I've spent so much time feeling like scum for the way I handled the situation and while I have to love myself through it- I don't want to keep mishandling it- was answering the call all that bad, do I need to totally forget about talking to R?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[bau-drabbles]

a/n: heavily inspired by those all posts but i can't find who they're from, i'm sorry 😭

your instagram but you're dating aaron hotchner :)

except i have no idea how to write for hotch/the team so it's definitely ooc 😹

part 2, 3, 4

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y/n_xo: bearded aaron hottie >> 😮‍💨😮‍💨

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a.hotch: you tell me this after i shaved it all off

y/n_xo: you're still a hottie! just a beardless one 🤍

a.hotch: i'll grow it back for you

y/n_xo: my whole husband 🫶🥹

penny.garcia: you both make my heart so warm 💗 the ice king has finally melted his heart, this'll be such a good story for your kids! 🥹

d.morgan: yall make me so sick

its.emilyp: i feel like this man popped outta the womb with a glare looool

a.hotch: 🤨

its.emilyp: 🙂***

itsjj: suddenly i fear you have a whole stack of paperwork to complete

its.emilyp: and you'd be correct 😪

penny.garcia: SIR 🗣 AYO SIR 🗣🗣 SIR YOU LOOKIN FINE SIR 🗣🗣🗣🗣

reid.gram: not you thirsting over our BOSS 😦

d.morgan: i don't like this, babygirl

itsjj: sometimes sharing is not caring

its.emilyp: i hate it here ☹

penny.garcia: that wasn't me!! 😩 @/y/n_xo grabbed my phone!

y/n_xo: my bad, can't be thirsting on the main 🧍‍♀️

d.morgan: you can barely even see me, why we so blurry?

reid.gram: did you really expect high quality pictures from @/y/n_xo, be honest

the.davidrossi: always the blind ones out here taking 240p pictures

y/n_xo: always the old ones with the most audacity

d.morgan: FOULL 🤣

reid.gram: see, me personally i wouldn't take that type of disrespect

y/n_xo: all that iq and you still can't find a date 😔🤞

its.emilyp: that's my girl 😏

a.hotch: you stop influencing her right now

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y/n_xo: new boyfriend applications, this one is mean 😒

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a.hotch: wait does that sign not mean something good?

its.emilyp: no it does! nowadays it means peace and happiness

d.morgan: yeah it's also a way to say you love someone a lot

a.hotch: really? @/y/n_xo 🙂🖕❤

itsjj: LMAOOO

reid.gram: I CANT BREATHE

penny.garcia: IVE ALREADY SS THIS AND SENT IT ON THE GC 😂

y/n_xo: my poor man 😭

a.hotch: all of you are getting into trouble

its.emilyp: so worth it 😹

yourexname: i miss you ❤

a.hotch: you're going to miss when you didn't write this

penny.garcia: currently documenting every second of this

reid.gram: we're watching a historical event unfold, you guys

itsjj: i'm a little concerned for this man's safety

its.emilyp: hey, alls fair in love and war 😍

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y/n_xo: never leave your phone unattended pls

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reid.gram: of course you choose the one picture of my double chin

y/n_xo: it's always out wdym

reid.gram: .... oh

d.morgan: you walked straight into that one, pretty boy

penny.garcia: you guys are so mean 😭 my poor boy wonder

reid.gram: all these haters and for what? 😒

its.emilyp: i smell the cheetos from here

itsjj: i did not eat any 😡

y/n_xo: liar. they were on the side

its.emilyp: called it. my cheeto girl ❤

penny.garcia: time to play cupid, methinks 😌

y/n_xo: budge over will, emily's taking your place ‼️‼️

its.emilyp: 😏

itsjj: 😳

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y/n_xo: two best friends in a room.... they might kiss 😳

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the.davidrossi: how can i delete someone else's picture?

d.morgan: don't be embarrassed rossi, embrace your truth ✊

itsjj: we support you ✊

its.emilyp: sassy king ✊

reid.gram: hey, at least you and @/its.emilyp have something in common ✊

its.emilyp: literally choke

penny.garcia: you owe me 5 bucks @/y/n_xo 🥳

the.davidrossi: i hate all of you

itsjj: aww they look a little like henry and jack, forced to take a picture

a.hotch: that's because we were. this was the 10th picture

y/n_xo: that's cause you're so pretty ❤

the.davidrossi: i genuinely got heatstroke after this. never ever take pictures if @/y/n_xo is near

y/n_xo: :(

a.hotch: ignore him, he's on his sixth wife for a reason. i love all your pictures sweetheart ❤

y/n_xo: :")

penny.garcia: the absolute CUTENESS i CANNOT 😩🥹💗💗

its.emilyp: i can be a better boyfriend than him

y/n_xo: i love you

a.hotch: i am sorry??

reid.gram: damn the silence is loud

itsjj: reid don't be an instigator..... but do i sense a relationship forming? 👀

d.morgan: nah, i could treat you way better princess

a.hotch: @/d.morgan and @/its.emilyp both of you in my office now

#criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #derek morgan #penelope garcia #jennifer jareau #emily prentiss #david rossi #aaron hotchner x reader fanfiction #aaron hotch x you #aaron hotch fanfiction #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotch imagine #aaron hotch fluff #aaron hotch hotchner

[asking-trader-howdy]

Asking Trader blog is here!

Here's the blog for Asking and mostly information about him to post!

The asking can be anything except NSFW thing and hatred!! Whatever make me feel uncomfortable I'll delete and ignored it!

Mostly I'll answer by drawing some quick sketch! But sometimes I'll answer by my own with text! If there's anything about the lore or the story, it'd be a little bit long and takes time! I wish you could wait, and I won't answer all the question since I have my limit too.

For fellows never know, who is Trader!Howdy?

TW: Beware some eyes and blood

(Reference sheet update: 23 April 2024) He's Howdy but Multiverse! I'll explain about him in short!

He's already become a butterfly and no longer in the neighborhood anymore. His new place is like an unlimit white wide space. It's a place for chillax! (Compare to the Omega Timeline in Undertale AU, kinda familiar)There's only his shop in this place, don't try to look for something more.

Whenever you feel sad or abandon or anything negative and you really need some place or someone safe, you can meet him without knowing that you already in his place. He'll welcome you with freshy juice and ask you if you need something. If he gives something to you, it's free! But if you ask for something, you have to trade with something you have too.

You can stay as long as you want, as long until you feel better and you'll be sent back without knowing too. Unless you're someone who can travel across the AU freely! You can come to his place anytime you want.

More facts if you want to know about him. Here!

. .

And you can read his storyline here

E N J O Y

#welcome home #welcome home au #howdy pillar #Trader!Howdy #Asking Trader!howdy #welcome home multiverse #wttmv

[yooniesim]

this as a prime example of what is wrong with simblr (and tumblr in general). this ask was sent to me within like less than a day of that post about cf going up, while I was away for the weekend and not at pc for days. I did not even see the post until right before I got this ask. yall are so damn terminally online that you lost the gd plot and cannot comprehend someone not keeping their finger on the dying pulse of the performative activism headquarters of the internet. and you definitely can't comprehend waiting for complete info or maybe just a full day before starting some reactionary bs. just peeking in here since yesterday i see that simblr is yet again so hyped up on smelling its own farts that it's turned an issue of genocide into yet another dick measuring contest of who can reblog more posts than one another the fastest so they can look more empathetic and better than anyone else. and call themselves "real activists" for being able to click the reblog button. not to mention the usual spamming anons to random people minding their own business. yall are weird as fuck and need to get a firm grip on some grass. stop making the horrific suffering of others about yourselves for once.

that being said, let me get serious for the people on here that are actually normal. for those that don't know by now, this anon seems to be referencing this post about cf, which talks about overwolf (the company that owns curseforge) donating to the IDF. But I also found this tweet by OOP made after that post that explains they have since received DMs from Overwolf stating that they have shifted their relief efforts to aiding victims that have lost their homes from the Hamas terrorist attacks exclusively and do not fund the IDF. this is a much better cause as the victims of terrorism definitely deserve to be helped, and it makes sense they would do this as an Israeli company. The DMs also clarify that it is donation based and nothing uploaded to cf (cc/mods) contributes to this effort whatsoever. As well as Overwolf/Curseforge revenue in general. So simply using curseforge does not mean that you fund or endorse genocide. OOP calls their new efforts commendable in that tweet but I am still looking into and keeping an eye on this matter since, as we know, more information could come out later that contradicts this. And since I have been away im still catching up on everything that has been posted relating to cf.

here are the pics for those that may not have Twitter. do I still support a boycott for those that want to? oh, absolutely. I know that many will still want to boycott regardless, and I'll be working to add alt links to my cc uploads as soon as possible (the ones that don't already have them) for those that don't want to use it. However, everyone I've seen wanting to boycott seems to want to do it because a) they believe overwolf is funding the IDF (apparently is not true) b) they believe having their uploads on cf or downloading from there will fund the IDF (apparently is not true) or c) overwolf itself is an Israeli company (is definitely true). therefore based on the new info we now have some may decide not to boycott after all or will still do so, it is a personal decision. will I be deleting my account there? for now, no.

to be completely honest, I'm in a really bad place financially right now, and while it isn't much, the little bit I get from cf downloads has been exclusively going towards my meds and dr appointment bills. I don't have the option right now to turn down the small amount of added income when I am currently living day to day, especially with the updated knowledge that simply having cc uploaded there does not contribute to their donation efforts in any way. I do not paywall my cc and never will and I do not ask for donations myself, so my options are somewhat limited. although I do not make cc with the aim of getting paid, I ultimately wouldn't be able to justify the sheer amount of time I spend on it if it wasn't helping me with my medical bills currently, as I am already caregiving with the majority of my time. I'm not reliant on cc making or cf to live, and I never want that to be the case god forbid, but in full transparency it is helping me with my healthcare expenses atm and I cannot afford to neglect my health anymore than I have. especially since, as established earlier, using cf does not contribute to the IDF in the first place. so I personally do not judge anyone that continues to use cf for this reason.

also, for the record so there is no confusion on my personal views, I fully support the freedom of Palestine and condemn genocide first and foremost, as well as terrorism and antisemitism. The current situation in Gaza is abhorrent and I encourage all my followers to not only reblog posts, but educate yourselves on the situation and bring it irl as you are able. Speak with the people you love as well as those you are acquainted with and bring this to this to their attention (if you feel safe to). Attend protests if you can. If you cannot, make the calls and emails to your representatives, sign petitions, and donate as you are able. I have been seeing that even spreading Palestinian culture among your loved ones and peers is helpful. So even if you are in a bad place mentally, that may be an option to spread the positive message of the Palestinian people in your everyday life. I'll be reblogging the posts I already did earlier and some new ones too so you can find those updated links. I will be tagging it with palestine so that it can be found easily on my page.

In addition, be kind. To others and yourself. Try to see the full damn picture instead of a snapshot. What someone posts on tumblr of all places does not reflect an entire person's being, or their efforts, or their heart. Yelling your head off on this dying website does not equal activism, and running your mental health into the ground taking on the weight of the world doesn't give you any more control over the issues we face- I learned that the hard fucking way, believe me. By all means share as much as you like, every bit helps (especially if you have a lot of followers), but keep in mind that it certainly doesn't make you better than anyone else. I know it's extremely difficult to feel helpless and you want to feel like you're doing something, but just make sure you're doing the right things for the right reasons. Please do not fucking attack random people for not responding within one business day of the latest info coming out. And take time away from all this shit to breathe. You can't help anyone if you're fucked up yourself. especially for those of us that already face discrimination and bigotry every day irl, I know it is exhausting. Remember to also care for yourselves through all this.

#ceci speaks #nonsims #asks #anonymous

[etincelleart]

Just wanted to say thank you here to everyone who wrote me nice words under my last post, or sent me asks, it means a lot and I'm glad I have support. I'm not really feeling answering to everyone at the moment but know that you have my love

I don't think it's really interesting to share that, but I know I shouldn't care too much about all of that, it's Twitter and only a minority. It's just that I'm already dealing with family issues and it added up to the pile right when I was feeling a little bit better, so I kinda crashed hard ngl

Being called out for a mistake, a misunderstanding, without any attemp to listen, read or understand, when you already have been harassed irl when you were younger or when you're fighting with toxic people since a young age just makes me feel so bad and it feels so unfair. Being called out for being someone you're not, when you're actually TRYING to FREE yourself from the very people you're accused to be, is just, idk what word to use, I'm so ANGRY

It's just so freaking annoying when you always try to do your best, to be someone kind and safe, but EVERYTIME people only care about the tiny bad thing you didn't do on purpose and they send their whole army at you like you're a criminal. I'm freaking tired.

Sorry for venting here, I guess I'm just feeling more comfortable here even if in the end I don't really know. Maybe I'll delete that as well, I don't know. Funny thing too is that I thought I could enjoy some NND but in the end I'm just too frustrated. When I'm upset I just find everything related to the topic annoying so I just don't want to care or know anything about it rn. Tbh I'm also frustrated to be called a "RWBY artist" because people knew me when I was drawing a lot of it because of V9, but I'm not. I'm an artist who loves to draw RWBY, but not just that, and at the moment I'm so pissed I want to draw anything but that. I'll finish the requests before it's over, but it might take more time. Tbh find someone else to be NND ceo's because I don't care

Anyway I'm tired to feel like trash but urgh I can't help it, Genshin and Mario Kart make me feel better but I just need to freaking travel somewhere

#vent #rwby

[anti-romantico]

[she doesn't have to know] seventeen mingyu

warnings: best friend younger brother AU (title is a little misleading lol), age gap (reader is 5 years older), oral (f receiving), protected sex, i suck at writting fluff but i tried, let me know if i missed something

A/N: feel free to ignore this but there is a funny story regarding this fic lmao. originally, this was written for seventeen's vernon, but after finishing it I just stopped feeling it and left it on drafts until I knew what to do, then I posted it, but tumblr marked it was "mature" so I deleted it. then I changed it for txt soobin, and I was happy with it, but when I made the poll I wrote svt mingyu instead and didn't release until I proofread it lmao and since some people already voted for svt mingyu, i decided to change it.

Also, I'M REALLY SORRY. This was supposed to be posted yesterday but I was so tired after work I totaly forgot :( I'm sorry

luv u, moon

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Vacations for yourself, that's what you needed. And even though you wanted Lia, your best friend, to go with you, she insisted you needed this. "I promise I won't burn down your house while you're away" she said with one hand over her heart. And you knew you could trust her, you just were terrified to travel alone.

The hotel was gorgeous, with a beautiful view of the beach. You rang the bell and waited for the receptionist.

— Good morning, what can I do for you? — The young lady said with a pretty smile. You gave her your name and waited for your key.

The room was definitely your favorite part, you deliberated if it would be better to stay there all week, but of course, you were there to explore. Yes, the bed looked too inviting to stay there your whole life, but the many restaurants you booked were calling you.

You sent a message to Lia to let her know you were at your room and that you missed her, and instead of answering, she called; like she always did.

— Hi, babe! — Her voice made you smile. — How was the flight?

— Pretty good, you know I always sleep to avoid feeling sick. — You sat down on the small sofa and looked through the window.

— Right. Oh, guess what? Mingyu is also there. Not sure if he's staying at the same hotel as you, but he sent me a photo.

— Oh really? I'll see if we can meet up for dinner. — You said. Mingyu and you weren't exactly close. You used to find him attractive, but he was your best friend's younger brother.

— I told him you were there and he said the same. — You both laughed knowing the dinner will never happen.

After talking for another hour while you unpacked and got ready for your first dinner alone, you said goodbye. You looked at yourself in the mirror and admired the blue dress Lia gave you exactly for this trip. It was comfortable and made you look really pretty.

The restaurant was close to the hotel, so you walked there with the help of google maps. Once you were seated, the waiter gave you the menu and told you you just needed to raise your hand when you were ready to order.

The food was on another level, and even made you afraid the food of the other places wouldn't be as good. Suddenly, the waiter let you know someone was trying to pay for you. You looked at him confused and he pointed at the entrance where you found Mingyu smiling. You sighed and shook your head no and asked the waiter to give you your check.

Mingyu waited for you, telling his friends he would see them in the hotel. When you got out of the restaurant, you already knew he would be there.

— How nice of you, but a little bit creepy if you ask me. — You said when you were in front of him.

— Better me than a stranger. — He said and made a move with his head. His car parked beside the two of you with a guy getting out of it and giving Mingyu the keys. — Do you want a ride?

— Was it too hard to ask first? — You said, waiting for him to open the door. He laughed and did it.

— So, how's traveling alone so far? — He asked without looking, full attention on the road.

— I've been here less than 24 hours, but I think I can get used to it. — You said looking at him. Yep, he was still really attractive.

— And about the dinner the three of us knew wasn't going to happen... — His comment made you laugh.

— I can't promise anything, I've booked a restaurant for each day and I really want to enjoy them alone. — You said, not afraid of him getting offended, at the end of the day, he knew you.

— Oh no, of course Your initial plan was to be here alone, but since we both thought we wouldn't meet, I thought we could come up with something now that we did. — He parked close to your hotel and looked at you.

You checked your phone. — Today is friday, I booked for another dinner tomorrow, — you said in a quiet tone. — does it suit you on sunday? I've booked for breakfast.

— Sunday night... Yeah, I'm free. Anything in mind?

— Lia told me about these souvenir places all over the beach, and if I'm honest I was looking for an excuse to not do it. I'll get her something later. — Mingyu laughed. — I do want to go to the beach though.

— Then we have a plan. — Mingyu started the car and drove to the entrance of your hotel. He got down and opened your door, taking your hand to help you.

— See you on sunday. — You said before walking away.

— Oh, by the way... — Mingyu said, making you turn around. — You look beautiful.

You fought the urge to not blush. — Thank you. You don't look bad.

Sunday arrived really fast, but you didn't mind, the previous day you couldn't stop thinking about this... date? Was it a date? no, it wasn't, just hanging out with your best friend's brother... fuck.

Mingyu asked Lia for your number and sent you a message asking for your hotel room. Two soft knocks on your door triggered your anxiety.

— Wow. — He said when you opened your door. — You look really pretty. — You were wearing a black long skirt and white top.

You let him in. — What's with all these compliments, Mingyu?

— What? I can't tell you how pretty you look?

You sighed and crossed your arms. — Just... take that backpack and let's go. — You pointed at the backpack on the floor and opened the door.

The weather was chill, but you already knew, that's why you packed some cozy pants to wear just in case. You both sat down and you offered him some snacks, which he accepted.

You talked for a bit, enjoying the view. The weather started to get cold so you took a small blanket from the backpack. It wasn't enough to cover both of you, but Mingyu insisted he wasn't cold.

— So after that asshole, you haven't dated anyone? — He asked, flexing his legs and hugging them against his chest.

— I don't have time for that, Mingyu, and if I'm honest, none of the guys I've hooked up with made me think "maybe I do want to settle down". — He nodded. — You? I don't think I've heard about a "special someone".

— I had a girlfriend not long after I graduated, it lasted a year, nothing serious since then. — It was your turn to nod. Suddenly, you felt a shiver down your spine, making you shake a little bit. — We can leave if you want, it's getting late.

— Oh no, it's just the wind, I'm fine.

After a comfortable silence, he asked: — Are you still not looking for something serious?

— Not really, just having fun for now. — Your fingers playing with the blanket.

— Are you having fun right now? — And you noticed when his tone changed.

— You're my friend's brother. — The way you said sounded like a reminder for both.

— You can't blame me for trying to shoot my shot. I've been waiting for my turn for a while. — He rested his body on his arms, looking at you.

— I thought you got over your little crush on me when you got in college. — You turned your head to look at him.

— I thought I did, but then I saw you looking gorgeous in that blue dress sitting alone... like I said, you can't blame me. — He leaned his head to the side and shamelessly checked you out. — And maybe it wasn't your intention, but I can't stop thinking you dressed up this pretty just because you knew we were going to meet. — You stayed silent, trying to find the words, but he kept talking. — And I can continue with the cheesy talk if you want, but I really want to kiss you, at least once.

And you knew that if you thought about it, you wouldn't do it, so you just did it.

You shared a sigh of relief, letting the other know how long you were waiting for it. His tongue made his way to your mouth and you let him.

But it hit you. — Wait... — He started to kiss your neck. — Your sister...

— She doesn't have to know if you don't want to, even though I'd pay to see her reaction to this. — Mingyu pulled you from your neck to kiss you again. You put your hand over his chest and straddle him. — Uhm, don't start something you can't finish.

— We both know I started this earlier. — You said, admitting you dressed up like this for him.

— I fucking knew it. — His hands flew to your butt, squeezing it. — Are you sure you want to take the risk?

— Are you asking yourself... kid? — You called him the nickname you used to call him when he was in high school.

The way back to your hotel was fast, none of you couldn't wait any longer. You opened your door quickly and threw everything to the floor, you'd clean later.

You took Mingyu to your room and pushed him to the bed to straddle him again, but he inverted the positions, and you were about to protest when you felt his fingers brush over your underwear. You weren't ashamed by how wet you were, he even growled against your neck when his finger made the fabric to the side. He was skilled and you hated yourself for waiting so long to finally let him touch you.

He started with one finger, then two. The wet noises filling the room. You moaned out loud when his thumb put pressure on your clit. You didn't care if anyone heard you. You felt his fingers leave you and his body over you. You opened your eyes and you caught him licking his fingers clean. He lowered his body and removed your underwear, but leaving your skirt. You took a deep breath when his tongue finally made contact with your cunt, pulling your own hair when he opened your lower lips with his finger so he could have more access.

— Fuck, Mingyu... — You moaned when he gave a quick suck on your clit.

And it was like you told him what to do; he continued sucking on your clit while fingering you.

And just now you felt ashamed because you were so close. You pulled his hair, but wouldn't be able to tell him, your loud moans were his sign to know though.

He gave you a last lick before going up with you again. You kissed him and removed your sweaty hair from your face.

You pushed him again while kissing, pulling his shirt up and helping him to undress. You almost felt sorry by how red his dick was. You started to massage him slowly, then you grabbed it and spreaded to precum on the tip. Mingyu grabbed your neck and kissed you, making you confused, but you didn't stop to jerk him. His hand went to unclasp your bra without removing your top, not leaving a single doubt he loved the outfit. He massaged your boobs under your top and pinched your nipples, making you whine.

— I hate to be that jerk, but I don't have a condom. — He said, grabbing your hand that was still jerking him.

— You're in my hotel room with me dressing this nicely for you, what made you think I was done? — You gave him a quick kiss before standing up and grabbing a condom from the drawer.

— I'm so close to marrying you, woman. — He said, throwing his head back when you straddle him and slowly rolled down the condom.

Mingyu pushed your body back to the bed and pinned your hands over your head before penetrating you. His eyes on your boobs told you enough to know why he chose that position. But you couldn't keep your eyes open for too long, he felt too good inside you, you not being able to move added something to the situation.

The bed started to crash against the wall, and even though none of you would ever admit it, that turned you one even more.

His lips started to suck on your neck and you immediately moved your head so he could have better access to it. His finger went under your top again to pinch your nipples, making you moan and throw your head back.

— I'll never get tired of that. — Mingyu said in a whisper. You didn't answer, biting your lip when he gave you a last hard pinch.

The skirt started to bother you so one of your hands went to the knot on your right side and untied it. Mingyu pulled out and quickly removed the skirt and your underwear before penetrating you again. You pushed him back and rode him, both moaning for the new angle. You could feel him on your stomach, and while you were looking him in the eyes, you also removed your top.

He loved the view, he wanted to enjoy it every day and night. God, he was obsessed.

You moving your body up and down in a desperate way took him out of his thoughts. Your boobs bouncing were distracting, but he wanted them in his mouth. You pulled his hair when you felt his teeth biting softly your left nipple.

You grabbed his chin and made you look up. His eyes were dark and his lips were swollen. You kissed him a little before biting his lower lip and cummed. His hands went straight to your hips to keep the movements, making your whine for the overstimulation. But he didn't take long, his lower whines confirmed he also finished. And even though you were already trying to catch your breaths, your hips were moving slowly.

— If you're going to keep going, then I'm going to need another condom. — He said, burying his finger on your skin to make you stop. You finally stopped and pulled him out, making both of you sigh.

After that, you ordered dinner and Mingyu sent a message to a friend to send him some clothes and other belongings. The night was calm, and while you were enjoying your food, you talked about your lives. Kissed some more and fell asleep.

You woke up close to 4am to go to the bathroom. Carefully, you got up without waking Mingyu up.

You looked at yourself in the mirror and sighed. She doesn't have to know if you don't want to. Mingyu's voice resonated in your head. Maybe it was the best.

Mingyu's reflection appeared behind you, but you didn't turn around. He walked toward you and caged you between the sink and his body.

— Is everything ok? — Hi said, kissing your neck and playing with the elastic of your pajamas. He was teasing you, and you were a little surprised you were down for it.

You both shared a look in the mirror and nodded. You pushed your butt against him, making you bite his lip. Oh you were so down for it

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[nabbit-unmasked]

Hello there! Apologies for asking but is there any asks from me in your inbox? I cannot quite remember if I sent anything recently or if Tumblr has been eating my asks.

Secondly, I come to you with a question. How do you avoid/disengage in discourse within the alterhuman community? I am asking because, as of recently, the amount of discourse has gotten to me and I want to be able to take a step back from everything before I have to leave like I did with other communities I am in. Apologies if this isn't something you can answer, but I thought it would be worth the shot.

- @batty-babbles

Hi batty! I do have something, here it is:

I took a little break from answering asks because I needed to recover my mental health before giving any detailed responses. Instead of making a whole new post, I'll just answer it here and say thank you for the kind words ^^ I'm gonna go ahead and delete the ask since I pretty much addressed it here.

As for your second question, I've definently been there before. Discourse sucks, and the are three ways I've been able to deal with it:

• Laugh to yourself about recurrent gatekeepers or bullies.

- If there's one person that keeps getting on your nerves, you could try to laugh when you read their posts. What kind of a clown would have a take like that?

• Take a break or step away.

-If the discourse is happening on a specific platform, try exploring the community on another platform. I stepped away from Reddit after discourse and debating and gatekeeping because popular, and I cane to tumblr where I'm having a good time.

-Also, from what I've noticed, Tumblrs algorithm will show you content related to whatever you've previously searched or interacted with, or it will even reccomend new blogs from other blogs you already follow. If you want to stop seeing so much discourse on your Tumblr feed, search up other things your interested in or interact a lot with the blogs you can trust.

• Know that you're mindset is all that matters.

I'm not sure if its personally affecting your identity or not, but I think this is helpful advice anyways.

You know yourself best, more than anyone else does. Only you know what's going on inside your head. Therefore, only you can know what you identify as, and only you can define alterhumanity for yourself. If you don't fit the mainstream-gatekeeping-antifake definition of whatever you are, no one will know, nor will they care. They can't see inside your mind, remember? We all identify ourselves, and no one can tell us what we are or aren't. That makes us all valid on the basis of alterhuman identities. It doesn't matter if you aren't mainstream---thats the whole point of alterhuman, unique experiences that aren't like any other.

Even if you aren't feeling this way about yourself, it applies to everyone. If you see someone you disagree with and they're spreading discourse, keep this in mind for whoever they're targeting.

I hope this was helpful :) let me know if you need anything else ^^

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[hoodharlow]

The Week After

AN: i hate writing angst bc I can't do the making up justice. Thiswas rushed so it sucks 😭😭😭

Requested? No

Warnings: awkward making up, injuries (spoiler Miriam hurts her bad knee whilst performing), Neelam being a b-word and Miriam telling her off 🤭🤭🤭 and

Word Count: 5.7k words

The minute she arrived at the restaurant, Miriam felt something off. She was in Las Vegas for the Grammys. After the Oscars she flew out with Mede and baby Sebas because she had rehearsals for the performance. The cast was going to do a medley of  ‘96,000’, 'Blackout', and ‘Carnaval del Barrio’ which timed out to roughly ten minutes. Doja and SZA had to drop out from performing because of SZA's injury so the organizers told the cast of the movie that they were allowed to have a long performance. 

The news threw Miriam off. She had been focused on re-memorizing her solo from '96,000' and now she had to remember snippets of three different songs along with their stage cues and choreographies. On top of that Miriam felt an added pressure because Lin Manuel Miranda invited the original actor who played Vanessa to replace Stephanie Beatriz and now Miriam had to perform alongside them. She knew she couldn't fuck up.

Her friends sensed her tension and planned a girls night featuring baby Sebas. They also flew out Claudia, who was a mess because 5sos went on tour in Europe and she missed Calum. They were going to eat their weight in pizza then go back to their airbnb and have a Bring It On movie marathon. One thing though, Miriam wondered why they had to go out. They could have easily ordered delivery, but Mede convinced her that going to a pizza parlour was funner. So they agreed to meet at the pizza parlour after rehearsals, leaving Miriam even more confused because Mede and Claudia took an Uber when they could have gone with her and Beto. 

“This is the place?” Miriam asked Beto when he opened the door to the pizza parlour entrance. 

He nodded in response. "That's what Mede sent me."

"Okay," she nodded as they entered the restaurant. 

"Hi, welcome. Just the two of you?" The hostess greeted them.

"No, my friends are already here." Miriam told them. "She called and made a reservation earlier."

"Oh you must be part of the Gutierrez and Wyatt party. They're our only reservation tonight, right this way." The hostess said, grabbing a menu. 

"Gutierrez and Wyatt?" She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. 

As the hostess Miriam caught sight of two brunettes and a certain blondie in a booth hiding behind some menus, trying to be discreet. Their cover was easily blown when baby Sebas stood on the booth's bench and waved at her. She waved back and went up the steps to the private room. She looked over her shoulder and saw Beto take a seat next at the table where Jack's bodyguard was. 

Miriam silently cursed. She couldn't believe she was set up by them. She wasn't ready to face Jack. She knew she'd give in instantly and forgive him for the mess that went down at the afterparty. She was too horny and would drop to her knees at the sight of him. She prayed that he didn't wear gray sweats. 

"Here's your room. I'll send someone over to get your drinks started." The hostess said, holding open the door for her. 

"Thanks." Miriam smiled. 

They closed the door, leaving the couple alone. Jack awkwardly stood by their table. He hadn't seen or talked to Miriam in four days. Every time he’d text or call her, Mede would reply in her place with a sarcastic remark and let him know she was busy. He only knew Miriam was Vegas because she posted herself with her friends at one of Guy Fieri’s restaurants the previous night. Then earlier in the day she posted a video of herself and Anthony Ramos recreating a scene from ‘Blackout’ that was briefly a trend on Tiktok. 

He commented ‘🙌🏻’ on the video but she ignored it. Which drew attention because before people found out about them they would always interact in each other's comments. People also noticed that Miriam deleted all her posts of her and Jack and started making theories that they broke up and were trying to save face at the Oscars. She tweeted ‘there’s no point of me keeping posts about my mystery bf if y’all already know who’s fucking me lol.’ That gave him hope that he and Miriam were going to be okay. 

Jack knew he fucked up big time. He was so blinded by his jealousy that he didn’t see three other people in the picture. Miriam was on one end with Eugenio Derbez and their Oscars while Shawn was on the other end with Sebastian Yatra. He felt like an idiot and Miriam had every right to be upset with him. He reacted irrationally and ruined her night. 

He was so focused on the fact that he was in the presence of Miriam that Jack was nearly tackled to the ground. She wrapped her arms around him and buried her face into his chest. Jack, unsure on what to do, hugged her back. He rubbed her back as she hugged him tighter and broke into soft cries.

"I shouldn't have given you that ultimatum." She said between sobs. “I’m so sorry.”

“Hi, my name is…” A server began but stopped seeing Miriam crying. “I’ll come back in a few minutes.” 

Jack guided her to the booth's bench and sat her down. He pulled a chair and sat in front of her. He watched her reach for a paper napkin and blow her nose. 

"Sorry," she sniffled, "I shouldn't have gone up to you like that. I know you're mad at me–"

"Miriam, you shouldn't apologize for anything.” he said, taking her hands in his. He rubbed her knuckles with his thumbs. “You were right. I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did. I called my therapist the day after and told her everything. She said I was so blinded by my own jealousy and insecurities that I made up some shit to try to justify why I felt so jealous. It was fucked up of me to project all of  that on to you.” 

“I guess, but I also shouldn’t have reacted the way I did with Anitta.” Miriam said. “Urban told me how she sat on you and got off before you could even react.” 

“I’m sorry… for everything. I ruined your night. And–and…”

She placed her hand on his neck and brought his head down so their foreheads meet. “Can we just forget what happened last week? We can go back and forth on what we should have done better for a while. We were able to acknowledge that we both were both in the wrong and we’re working through it.”

“Yeah,” Jack agreed. “I really am sorry for what I said.” 

“I know and I’m sorry for what I said.” 

The couple stayed silent for a few moments. Their silence was interrupted by the server who approached them cautiously. 

“Hi, are we ready to order or do we need a few minutes?” they asked. 

“I think we’re ready.” Miriam said.

"We'll have the baked alfredo pasta, six plain wings, and half meat lovers with jalapeño half barbecue chicken with extra crispy onions." Jack told the server. He looked over at Miriam and saw the eyebags under her bloodshot eyes. It was obvious she hasn't been sleeping and she's overworking herself. "Actually, is it alright if we make our order to-go?" 

"Of course, let me just write this on the to-go notepad." They said, scratching off what they wrote. "Follow me to the paying booth and we'll have that out in half an hour." 

Jack got up and let Miriam go first so he could admire her ass in the slip dress she wore. His attention went to her legs, noticing that she wasn't walking normally. She walked with a slight limp, not putting pressure on the knee she injured when she was younger. 

He leaned into her and in a hush tone he said, "I haven't fucked you and you're already limping."

"I told you I don't need you, to get fucked senseless. I can do that myself." She whispered. Jack frowned, making her giggle. "I'm kidding. We've been doing six hour rehearsals and my knee is acting up because of the dancing. But I'm okay."

"Don't work yourself too hard."

"I won't, that's your job, Jack." 

***

There was a thrill about going down on Jack in a cramped broom closet ten minutes before he went on stage. Jack and Miriam couldn't make it to his dressing room and back, so they settled for a quickie in there. 

"I told you I only needed five minutes." Miriam said, lifting her arms so Jack could help her up. 

"I was practically coming in my pants when we got in." He said, adjusting his cock back in his boxer-briefs. 

"Thanks to me." She said innocently. 

Jack rolled his eyes and reached for her hands to help her up. She was sitting in a deep squat so her knees wouldn't be touching the ground because who knows who's been in there.

Miriam thanked him and washed her hands in the mop sink. She fixed her skirt and pulled up her top to cover her breasts. When she was going down on Jack, he kindly asked her if she could have them out. Her whole outfit was from Katalina. 

She flew in with their grandparents earlier in the day since their parents and brother couldn't make it to the Grammys to support Miriam. Mateo was in Korea in hopes that the salsa company could start selling salsas in Asia. Isabela was in London filming and Joseph was in New York filming as well.

When Katalina saw Miriam wearing a custom dress she made her change immediately. There was nothing wrong with the dress, it just wasn't appropriate for a club. Katalina let her borrow a black mini skirt with a slit down the left thigh and black off the shoulder long sleeve bandeau top, both from Mônot. In addition to strappy heels that wrapped around her legs. 

Miriam felt a bit uncomfortable with the ensemble. It wasn't her style, but she got more confident of her outfit when Jack couldn't keep his hands to himself and all he did was whisper obscenities in her ear. 

Miriam walked out of the broom closet first and looked around to make sure the coast was clear. She knocked three times letting Jack he could come out. 

"There you are!" Winnie called the couple. "We've been looking for you guys. We're gonna do a prayer before you go on stage, Jack."

Jack and Miriam shared a look. But before they could respond, a few others joined in and started praying with Winnie. Luckily it was a short and sweet prayer. 

"I'm gonna get mic'd up. I'll see after." Jack said. 

Miriam nodded and gave him a chaste kiss. "Love you."

"Love you." He said back, pulling her to another kiss.

Jack was ushered by the crew members so Miriam went back to the VIP area. She flashed her pass and went to where Mede and Katalina sat. 

"I see why, Claudia volunteered to watch your baby." Miriam said, eyeing Jocy J and Anitta taking tequila shots with Neelam a few seats away.

"I know," Mede agreed. "I wonder how they became friends because they—wait where have you been?"

"I've been around." She shrugged.

"Miriam, you have something white on the corner of your mouth and your tit." Katalina said, gesturing to Miriam's face and chest.

"Shit." She cursed. Miriam forgot that with blacklights, bodily fluids can be seen. 

"Girl," Mede cringed. "Now everyone knows you've been giving head."

"Shut up," Miriam mumbled, grabbing a makeup wipe from her purse to clean herself. "Ya?"

"You're good." Katalina nodded. 

Miriam helped herself to some of the tequila in the bottle service that her sister was paid for.

"Did you fucking pay for that? Of course you didn't. You're some rich entitled brat that thinks everything is at your service." Neelam asked her, her breath reeking of cheap vodka. 

"Neither did you or your friends, so back the fuck off." Miriam snapped at her. 

She was not in the mood to deal with Neelam. She finished making her tequila and cola mix by squeezing some lime on it. 

"What was that all about?" Katalina asked.

"She doesn't like me, but it's whatever." Miriam said, gulping down the drink in one swallow.

"Have you told Jack about it?"

"Kat, can we drop it? I'm here to relax and try to shake my ass." 

"Girl we're gonna need a miracle for you to be able to shake your ass." She teased. 

Miriam gasped. "Bitch!"

"I'm playing." 

The sisters laughed and started dancing to the DJ. After a few songs Jack finally came on. Miriam cheered loud enough that he turned around and grinned at her before rapping. She fixed herself another cocktail then another.

At some point she lost track of the cocktails she had. She stumbled over to the set up and made herself a chafita version of a moscow mule. She took a generous sip and poured more vodka, but she missed her cup and spilled it on the table. Despite the loud speakers and music, she heard a few snickers and huffed laughs. Miriam looked over and it was Neelam and Anitta.

"What does Jack see in her?"Anitta said, eyeing Miriam’s outfit.

"I ask myself that everyday. Jack has such shit taste. Miriam is so fucking pathetic and ugly. It's clear money can't buy you class, but it can buy off people for you to win an Oscar for stupid ass movie." Neelam said to Anitta, loud enough for Miriam to hear. She continued.  "Aw look at her, when will she realize that the only reason why give her the time of day is because she's a lesser version of her mom." 

"Can you two behave? Shit talking in public is pathetic." Katalina said, having heard enough. 

"Aw, you have your sister to defend you since you're so defenseless." Anitta taunted.

Katalina said something in Portuguese, immediately shutting up the Brazilian singer. "Miriam, let's sit down and have some water." 

"Fine." Miriam set her drink down.

"Run along and hide behind your sister's shadow." Neelam waved her off. 

Miriam pulled away from her sister's grasp and walked up to Neelam. "I hate to be the one to tell you this but the only reason why all of these people act buddy-buddy with you is because your name is attached to Jack. If it wasn't, no one would give you the time of day. So be cautious of how you act around these people because they won't hesitate to make a mess and blame it on you. You are nothing without Jack so you better learn your fucking place."

"Don't talk to me like that." Neelam snapped. "I own Jack. I have the power to keep him away from you and we all know he'll do my bidding because he's a spineless weasel willing to do whatever to make it."

"Just remember I also have power in a more damaging way than you. With a simple wave I can have you removed. With a simple tweet, I can ruin your reputation. What I say fucking matters. You're just Jack's glorified babysitter." She continued. "I hope Jack wakes up one day and realizes the leech he has controlling his life." 

"Miri, déjala, let's just go." Katalina said, getting in between her sister and Neelam. 

Katalina has seen her sister get scrappy and knows how heavy handed she is. When Miriam bitch slapped, her face was red for a whole week. She’s seen her spar with Beto and seen her knock his 6’5 ass down effortlessly. Jack’s manager, who was probably five feet tall on a good day, doesn’t stand a chance. 

She noticed Miriam begin to shake. Her chest rose frantically as tears rolled down her cheeks. She was at the brink of a panic attack. Katalina gently nudged her back and guided her down the steps where Mede was waiting with their bags. They went through the back where Beto was waiting for them. He helped them get Miriam inside the SUV. 

"I have to call Jack! He's gonna be worried that I'm not there!" Miriam said, scrambling to get her bag.

"Miriam, you're shaking." Katalina said.

"I need to tell him I didn't– I…" Miriam burst into tears. She leaned into her big sister and sobbed uncontrollably. "Why does she have to be part of Jack's team?"

*

An hour and a half later, Jack finished his set. He took off his equipment and followed Chris, who was at the side stage during his set along with Urban and his brother, down the hall to his green room. When they walked in, the rest of his team was all huddled around a crying Neelam.

"What's up?" Jack asked.

"Your girlfriend is a fucking entitled rich bitch, that's what's up." KY said.

"Say that shit one more time." He said walking up to him, but Urban and Clay held him back. 

"Everyone take a few steps back and calm down." Chris said sternly. He walked up to Neelam and his face scrunched up. "Did someone spill a drink on you? Because you know you're not supposed to be drinking when Jack is on stage."

"I had a few drinks." Neelam said defensively. "I'm sorry."

"The only person that should be apologizing is Jack's little girlfriend." KY mumbled.

"Don't fucking talk down to Miriam." Jack warned him. 

"Or what? Are you gonna go Will Smith on me?"  

"Can someone explain what happened?" Chris asked. 

"Miriam went off on me." Neelam said. "I don't even know why. I was with Anitta and her friend and then she got in my face. She called a glorified babysitter, a leech and she said that I should know my place." 

Jack stood there, trying to process everything. Miriam was pretty friendly even when she's drunk; she tends to get emotional and cry. She's not one to go off on people unless provoked. Jack's gut was telling him that there was more to what Neelam was saying. 

He heard a knock and Winnie poked her head inside. "Hey, can we talk in private?" She said, waving Jack over. 

"Yeah." He said, slipping away without being seen. 

Once outside he asked her, "what's up?"

"Here's the receipt from tonight, don't worry Kat paid for it, but she left early with Miriam and Mede so I saved the receipt for them." She said, handing him a long strip of paper.

"You saw Miriam leave?" He asked her.

"Yeah. I know you haven't been in the industry long. And I'm saying this because I love you like a cousin, but you gotta keep your manager and friends in check. It was so unprofessional and rude of them to keep ordering bottles to our section without consulting me. Even some of your friends were sending bottles to random tables outside of our section. I was hosting a brand deal and half of the stuff I sent my team for approval to post was scrapped because of the other stuff that was in my pictures and videos. 

Speaking of videos, a few of the ones I got recorded where you can hear your manager talking mad shit about Miriam. I couldn't hear as I was recording but my team caught them when they were sorting to see what was salvageable. As you know, everyone rides for Miriam. She's literally the moment right now and people would not hesitate to come for your manager and for you."

"Thanks for letting me know." Jack simply said.

"On a lighter note, you did amazing and have fun at the Grammys tomorrow. I'll be rooting for you and Nas." Winnie said.

They said their goodbyes. Jack watched her meet up with her boyfriend and other friends. Before he went inside, he looked down at the receipt and it was over fifty grand. He rubbed the bridge of his nose. He pulled out his phone and venmoed Katalina for what she paid. 

Chris poked his head out. "Who was at the door?" He asked Jack. 

"Winnie, she gave me this." Jack handed him the receipt. "Miriam's sister paid for it."

"Jesus," Chris cursed, seeing the total.

"Not to mention she was telling me that she couldn't complete her contract because the guys were ordering things that they weren't supposed to and Neelam was talking shit about Miriam in the background of her videos." He sighed.

"Neelam was talking shit about Miriam? You're kidding." His manager asked. Jack shook his head. "And she was drinking on the job." 

"It's not the first time she does any of those two things. Is there a way we can fire her or something?"

"Unfortunately no, she's part of Generation Now and they're in charge of everything with tour and your album. You have a five album contract with them and you're barely on your second album rollout." Chris explained. "Our hands are tied."

Jack's phone buzzed. He pulled it out, hoping it was Miriam. It wasn't. Winnie had sent him some of the videos she recorded. He watched all of them and as he predicted Neelam was the one who instigated everything. 

"Let's go inside and collect your things." Chris said.

"...she's got an ass and some tits but what else does she bring to the table?" Nemo said, not realizing Jack had walked in. The guys all cleared their throats, hoping he'd get the hint, but he didn't. He kept going. "Miriam is just some rich bitch who gets off making people feel like shit."

Jack had enough of people talking shit about his girlfriend, and played one of the videos. His phone had been connected to a speaker earlier while he got ready in the green room. 

"'Miriam is so fucking pathetic and ugly. It's clear money can't buy you class, but it can buy off people for you to win an Oscar for stupid ass movie.'"

"Here's another one." Jack said, playing another video. 

"'Did you fucking pay for that? Of course you didn't. You're some rich entitled brat that thinks everything is at your service.'"

"I got plenty more videos." He said, keeping his gaze on Neelam. "One where you call me a spineless weasel and another where you claim that you own me. I hope you know how lucky we all are that I got the videos. The person who sent them to me could have easily sold them and we all would have been fucked."

Everyone was quiet, watching Jack grab his things. He turned to friends. "You guys owe Miriam's sister fifty grand for covering your bottle service."

With that Jack left. His bodyguard guided him to the SUV. Everyone could take the van. He had originally planned on leaving in the SUV with Miriam and spend the rest of the night fucking each other, but after tonight he wasn't even sure she wanted to see him. 

He pulled his phone out and checked his messages. There were several from Miriam, mostly gibberish. She doesn't have the best grammar when she's drunk. He got one from Mede, summarizing what had happened at the club. Jack locked his phone and sighed. Of course there's a shitshow the night before the biggest night of his career. 

*

The following day was chaotic to say the least. Jack had been up since early in the morning. He went to pick his parents up at the airport and after he met up with Lil Nas X for rehearsals. They did a run through with the other performers. Next thing he knew he was being ushered out of the red carpet back to the trailers where all the performers were going. 

“Isn’t that Mriam’s trailer?” his mom asked, pointing at the trailer with ‘Dominguez, M.’ on the door.

“Yeah, it is.” Jack said. 

“Let’s go say hi.” Maggie said, leading the family to the trailer. 

Jack smoothed his suit jacket and knocked. He was nervous. With how hectic today was, he hadn’t had a chance to talk to Miriam. Though they waved at each other when they were doing dress rehearsals. 

“Hi!” Mede’s toddler said, opening the door.

Mede came trailing behind him. “Sebas, no abras las puertas sin mi.” she placed him on her hip and smiled at Jack and his family. “Hi, come in.” 

She led them to the sitting area where Miriam’s sister and their grandparents were. Mede handed Sebas to Claudia and rushed to Miriam’s dressing room. 

“Biiitch,” she said.

“What?” Miriam asked, deciding on what shoes she should wear for her performance. 

“Your man and his family are here.” 

“Say sike.” she frowned. 

“I wish I was.” 

“Fuck, okay. Let me just…” she picked up a pillow and screamed into it. She tossed it to the side and smiled, her right eye twitching. “Let’s go.”

Miriam slipped on her black red bottoms and smoothed out her dress. Soni designed a black off the shoulder gown with a sequin detailing material, full sleeves, embellished, and a very low cut sweetheart neckline. It was form-fitting with a straight skirt that reached her ankles and there was a slit in the back so she could walk.

When they left the dressing room, Jack and his parents were making small talk with her grandparents. Back in January, he met Miriam’s other grandma when they were in San Jose for his California shows. Mede went to Claudia and Katalina who were watching Sebas explain his Paw Patrol toys to Clay. 

“Hi!” Miriam said, hugging Jack from the side. 

“Hey.” he said, leaning down to kiss her but stopped himself. 

“Wait, hold the pose.” Katalina said, with her phone out. “My mom said to get lots of pictures.”

Suddenly everyone pulled out their phones and took pictures of the couple. Claudia and Mede jumped in positioning the couple into corny prom poses. 

“I think y’all got enough.” Jack told his parents. He turned to Miriam and quietly asked, “ can we talk?”

“I have to change. We go after Bruno Mars and Anderson Paak and–”

“Five minutes,” he insisted.

“Okay.” she nodded.

Miriam led him to her room. 

“I’m sorry about last night. I got drunk–not that it excuses my actions– but I just…”

“Miriam,” Jack held her hands in his. “I’m sorry they said all that shit to you. It was unprofessional of Neelam to be even drinking and mingling. You’ve been tense from

“All I'm saying is that she’s lucky that Kat held me back.” she mumbled, making Jack snort. “Is she in trouble for drinking?”

“Yes, but because she’s technically part of Generation Now, me and Chris can’t do much. On top of that, I can’t leave the label because I have a five album contract with them.”

“You wanted to leave GN?” Miriam asked, confused. 

“Yeah, the way they handle some things…is not ideal. Don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful for everything they’ve done for me, but…you know?”

“Yeah, I get you.” she nodded.

Miriam hugged him, squeezing him a little tighter. Even in her six inch heels, she was still short, so Jack hugged her head. He pulled away and leaned down to capture her lips. She moaned into his mouth. Jack’s hands made their way down to her ass. With both hands, he kneaded her ass and then pressed her down on the growing tent of his dress pants. Miriam held his face as she leaned down to kiss his lips. They moaned into each other's mouths as Jack kept moving Miriam’s hips on him. He held them in place and pushed his hips up for a different sensation. After what felt like an eternity, he finally let them go and wrapped his arms around her waist as they continued their makeout session.

There was a knock from her dressing room. Mede popped her head in the room. “Miri, one of the producers is looking for you. You have ten minutes to meet with the rest of the cast.” she said before closing the door. 

“That’s my cue.” Jack nodded. He sponged kisses all over her face and pulled away. “Break a leg, superstar.” 

*

Corey Hawkins carried Miriam after their performance and sat her on one of the giant boxes. The cast members all saw her fall. The adrenaline wore off and all Miriam felt was pain and embarrassment. 

"What's going on?" Mede said with concern. When she saw Miriam rubbing her knee, she knew it was finally time to put her degree to use. She turned to one of the backstage crew members. "Let me look at her knee. I'm an RN, I got my bachelors from UCLA." 

The crew member nodded and stepped aside so Mede could look at Miriam's knee. 

"Hun, what happened?" she asked. She was watching from the backstage cameras but they didn’t show anything. 

"My knee gave out when I hopped off the table during ‘Blackout’. I fucked up the performance!" Miriam sobbed. "What if I tore my ACL again and I have to get surgery again? I can't have that, I start filming this week and we're behind because they're waiting for me to come back. I don't wanna drop the project!"

"Miriam, I need you to breathe. Can you do that for me?" Mede asked her. She looked over her shoulder and saw a lot of people staring at them. She motioned Beto to clear the area for her. 

"Hey, is everything alright?" Jack asked when he approached them. 

He was front in center while she was performing. She was doing amazing as always, and hit her note in ‘96,000’ and when the lights went out for the song, he saw her miss the chair and fall on her bad knee. The rest of the performance she sang and danced with tears streaming down her cheeks. 

Lil Nas X was behind him with a pair of crutches. "We saw you eat shit, so I stole these from SZA."

“Nas," he said, nodding over to crying Miriam.

"Shit, sorry." He mumbled, hugging the crutches. 

“Babe, we have to go to the ER and get x-rays. You might not have torn anything but just to make sure you didn’t sprain your knee.” Mede told Miriam.

She nodded, there was no point in fighting it. Mede has this mom voice that just makes you do things. Miriam looked up, finally seeing Jack and Lil Nas X. More tears pooled around her eyes. She made grabby arms at Jack. He knelt down and wrapped his arms around her, rubbing her back as she started crying again.

“I don’t wanna miss your lil dance.” she said, sniffling.

“It’ll be on tv.” Jack reassured her. They rested their foreheads against each other. 

“Claudia is getting our things and she already told your sister and grandparents.” Mede said, reading from her phone. “Okay love birds break it up. We gotta make sure this one didn’t fuck up her knee.”

Jack pulled Miriam to a kiss. Mede and Lil Nas X watching the couple passionately make out like a couple from the 1920s when the guy is about to board a train that’s gonna take him to the war. A medic golf cart pulled up, making the couple pull apart. The medic came and checked out Miriam's knee, giving them the same response Mede gave them a few minutes ago. 

The golf cart drove Miriam to another van where Mede and Beto rode with her to the hospital. Three hours later and several x-rays later, it was revealed that Miriam strained her knee. The past few weeks of hours of rehearsals really took a toll on her knee. But now she has to have her knee in a knee-brace and use crutches for two weeks. The ER doctor wrote her a doctor's note for her to give the production team explaining that she couldn’t do any running, stunts or any other strenuous movements that require her on her feet for long periods of time. 

Beto drove her to the hotel where Jack was staying. Her family flew back to California after she begged them to. They wanted to go to the ER with her and see what the doctors had to say but she started crying again. They took the hint and went home. 

Dressed in only his hoodie, Miriam mindlessly scrolled through twitter while she waited for Jack. She was trending, but not for what she thought she was. Apparently In the Heights won the grammy for best soundtrack, making her a grammy winner. A lot of people praised her singing. Other people pointed out she was crying so they assumed she was just being emotional until someone posted a video of her at the ER. Which grannerd more praise for her because she kept going. 

She exited out of the bird app and went on Instagram. She pulled up several pictures and videos from when she was a kid and saw the Broadway production to when she was in the Oakland production of ‘In the Heights’ to when she filmed the movie to recently when she was rehearsing for the Oscars and Grammys. She wrote a long and sappy caption about how it was an honor to be a part of the musical. She also thanked Karen Olivo for being such an inspiration. 

“Miriam?” Jack called her when he arrived at his suite. 

 After the ceremony, he went on a group dinner with his family friends and some of his team members. He was gonna ditch the dinner and go to the hospital, but Miriam made him go to the dinner.

“I’m in here.” she yelled from the bedroom. 

He walked in and handed her a to-go bag. Mede texted him to make sure Miriam ate because she hadn’t eaten since lunch, so he brought her back some pasta. 

“I asked them to make the meat sauce with Italian sausage.” he said, watching her look into the bag.

“I don’t want Italian sausage. I want some Kentuckian sausage.” Miriam said, reaching to undo his pants.

“Miriam, we’re not fucking.” he said, pushing her hands away.

“Why?” she began to pout. 

“You’re injured.” Jack said, undressing and changing into sweats. 

"I'm fine."

"We're not fucking in your condition, Miriam"

“I’m pretty tired. How about we go to bed with you inside me?” she blinked her eyes innocently at him.

“Fine but if you move, imma make you sleep on the couch.” he warned her.

Miriam gasped and touched her chest. “You’re gonna make me sleep there in my condition.”

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[robogart]

man, you get some nasty anons! im curious— why choose to respond? wouldnt making that kind of negativity public go against the positive view of fat people youre creating? :O like, wouldnt a follower of yours that really sees themself in your art feel kinda shitty seeing someone else bash it for that? either way, love your art! your use of textures often comes to mind for me when im drawing my own stuff <3

I answered a similar ask to this already! But to add another note to it, I guess I just don't always feel like rolling over? If I see it and I have the energy/want, then I'll respond to it because it's a rude thing to say and I don't stand for it. Somedays I'll ignore or delete it, other days I'll respond. I'm currently finding myself a bit too hyper-focused on responding to this recent influx - so here we are.

I've had this sort of suggestion like yours sent to me multiple times - this idea of "don't respond because you're going to make your followers who look like your art feel bad." Have you ever considered that I, myself, look like my artwork? That me, a fat person, can make artwork of fat people? Can I not cultivate a positive space while also addressing negative responses - or do I just need to only post my work and not have an opinion or a reaction that might be critical or "negative" or in defense of myself? If someone came and spat in your face, would you just not retaliate?? Truly?

I absolutely encourage followers I have that do not want to see messages like this to either block the tags I'm using on this recent string of asks (I made a post on this and to remind, the tag is "bg3 response") OR to simply scroll past, since we all do have that power.

These responses are hardly the first or last and, surprisingly, there are some that I have deleted and ignored - but this sort of pseudo-guilt-tripping ask type is really unneeded, and I'm addressing it here because I've received it multiple times - so hopefully this helped shed some more insight on your question.

#bg3 response

[minecraftbookshelf]

Important Housekeeping Announcement for the AU In Which All The Marriages Are Arranged

Honestly I'm structuring this more as a letter because I'm a bit emotional about this entire situation.

With the current state of AI scraping the internet and stealing art and stories right and left, I have locked my AO3 to AO3 users only.

Yes, AO3 has already been scraped, but chances are high they will continue scraping and any level of protection available is something I want to take advantage of. I'd been putting it off because I had over 100 works and that was just...a lot. But I figured out how to lock them all at once so that's done now.

Given The State of Things, I honestly don't really trust that tumblr also will not/has not already been scraped so the chances not zero that I am not going to post the full fics on here, just links to the AO3 posts. I will keep posting snippets on here bc i crave validation, but the actual, full form fics themselves might be just on AO3. I really don’t know.

I hate doing this because I really want to keep my stories as accessible to as many people as possible and some of my earliest fandom memories are of so many fics I was following and loved disappearing, either deleted or friend locked, as Livejournal went dark in the aftermath of Strikethrough.

I really do encourage everyone who doesn't have an AO3 account to get one if you can. It is invite only but the waiting list does move at a fairly decent pace and if you know someone who does have an account already they might still have invites they can give you.

I've been on AO3 for a long time and am perfectly willing to answer any questions at all, about functionality or the controversies surrounding it. Both my DMs and my askbox (here and my main) are open, including for anonymous messages (though sending an anon message is risky because I am incredibly adhd and sometimes it takes me a bit to actually answer asks and you won't get an alert when I answer an anonymous one you sent, if you have a question you don't want your name on publicly, you can send a dm or just tell me in the ask you would rather stay anonymous and i can make a fresh post without your url on it or answer the ask privately as you are comfortable with.)

I know the mcyt fan community in general skews young, though I'm not sure about the demographics of my little corner here specifically, I myself am ~30 (which is still young in fandom in general) and I have seen destruction of fandom spaces before. We have survived it, we will continue to, but some things; art, fic, original stories, will be lost forever. AO3 is one of if not the most secure place to share your fic. It is an archive designed to last.

I'm getting rambly so I'll sign off here, thanks for reading.

#im linking my ao3 in the notes too #if anyone wants that #ao3 #rain rambles #this also applies to my life series fics #like elements of an interdimensional prison break #and #avatar the legend of jimmy #im not taking down what i already have on here #but i probably won't be posting any new full fics on here #god i hate this so much #marriage of state au

[bl00dy-blur]

Alright, imma go on a rant here, because I had this in my mind for a while and I need to spill them out.

I used to be in this fandom known as The Heroes of Goo Jit Zu, which is a kids show you can find on YouTube. Months ago I had left the fandom for the second time and never looked back on it. How did I leave the first time and the second time? Well, here's where I'll begin my rant.

When I first got into the fandom, one of my friends who was already in the fandom made a post about some hate she got for shipping her self-insert with one of the main characters in the show, Blazagon. Basically, it's a shipping battle between her ship and the Blazagon x Pantaro ship (Pantaro is one of Blazagon's friends canonically). I once admitted that I liked Blazagon x Pantaro. Lemme tell you, one of her friends said to me in response "Oh, so you hate Nicole x Blazagon?" Note, I NEVER said it was better, never said Nicole x Blazagon was "bad". I told her that I never said that. Her response was just "But you said you like Blazagon x Pantaro." Okay, so? Multi Shipping is kinda what I like to do for fun. I can't exactly what I told her next, but I remember her response to whatever I said is "Okay, but don't say you hate Nicole x Blazagon, it'll make her depressed". My thoughts were just 'Why is she on the Internet then?' This shipping battle went on for a while and eventually I just left the fandom to get away from it. Scrapped everything related to the series.

The second reason is pretty uncomfortable, even for me, so if you don't wanna give it a read, that's all right with me. If you guys wish to share this, I'll leave that up to you.

Not long after I rejoined, it was SO much worse. There was someone harassing my friend and threatening to dox her on a porn page. I went up and commented on one of his videos saying he can harass me instead, just so he leaves my friend alone. That's exactly what he did. Harassed me to no end, making fun of me for being autistic, threatened to dox me, sent me porn to defend himself, said he had tamed me, and whatnot. All of this was because he hated Goo Jit Zu (which is fine if you don't like it, but these actions are unacceptable regardless). He turned all of this into YouTube content in the process, so in the end, there was no way I could win on my own. He disguised himself as to enter my old Discord server, and admittedly, I was very stupid to let him in (and this was after I banned him from my server the first time, and he threatened to dox me if I didn't let him back in, making fun of me for being scared). He raided my server, hurting me and my friends who were in it. All this because "Goo Jit Zu is for antisocial furries" and "Digimon/Dragonball is god". My server was 98% Ben 10, Wii Deleted You, and Rainworld combined, so there's no actual benefit. My close friend and I went up and I added him to a group chat with the two of us, my friend recording it all. He brought his friends over and my god it was just insane. His friends made a lot of sexual comments towards my friend, sent us more porn, ect, my friend recording the entire thing. The entire Rainworld server, with thousands of people in the fandom, was made aware of this person before the group chat plan even started, hell, before my server was raided. I felt a lot of guilt, and the worst part is just finding out this person is YOUNGER than I am.

I pretty much left the fandom for my mental health. It was very bad, and I apologized to my friend for what I had put them through. The person still got away with it in the end.

#ramble #rant #this is pretty uncomfortable #goo jit zu #heroes of goo jit zu #the fandom fucking sucks

[guiraguira]

Hello! I saw that you posted how guys would react to a naughty video of his gf, can I ask Gentaro x fem reader, who pranks Gen by sending her a picture saying she's horny but really she's just bored being alone?

It's okay if you don't want to write it, but there are so few Gentaro stories u.u

Was a lie ✨

Hi! That possibility had not occurred to me, but of course! Plus it sounds like a lot of fun!

Warnings: A bit of a hint about sex, but nothing overt. spicy photos

Gentaro x reader

It was already your second day off that you didn't spend with him because his schedules don't match, you knew he was in a meeting with his editor and hopefully, maybe he'll be back by nightfall, they could still share some time together, but it wasn't the same.

You're about to send him a message just to wish him luck in the interview when it occurs to you that you could play a little prank on him. Followed by your good luck wishes, you ask if it really is a long time before he arrives.

"I know, sorry honey... the meeting hasn't started yet" after taking some time he writes another message "I'll make up for it, I promise it won't happen again" you feel a little guilty for what you're going to do after reading that last one.

Lying on the bed, you undress keeping your underwear, placing a hand on your crotch and squeezing it with your thighs, looking for the best angle before taking a photo and sending it "Gentaro, I don't think I can take much more" just a few minutes pass before he sees it.

Your message remains seen for a long time, you can see how he tries to write something but he deletes it repeatedly before finally replying to you. "It must be a joke, but thanks for the photo I'll save it well" oh, well it may be very obvious but don't let that win you over.

"Do I have to send you a video too?" This time he didn't answer, you thought he definitely hadn't fallen so you changed back, and you just went to bed to use your cell phone until you got bored. You were so bored being alone, you had nothing to do, not even your friends were available today.

You thought about cooking something to entertain yourself for a while, so you started looking for the ingredients to make a dessert. Taking a last look at Gentaro's chat in case he had responded, but he hadn't.

While you cook you keep thinking about how sad it is that their schedules don't match. Your mind wanders into future plans about his upcoming dates, picking a place to go immediately after he gets back. This time there would be no way for him to fail.

You were about to finish when you heard the front door open and the noise of footsteps at full speed in your direction. Without time to react, you remain paralyzed in place as you see Gentaro running with all his things in his hands, without seeing you with the sole objective of reaching the room.

"I'm here honey!" For a brief moment there is silence again and his footsteps become softer "s/o!" He opens the bathroom door, but since you're not there either he walks more slowly looking for you until he reaches the kitchen "s/o?" His face can barely express the confusion he feels.

"Gentaro? You didn't have a meeting?..." they exchange glances waiting for someone to explain "you sent me that photo and I thought... I was too late?" You blink without understanding what it means, until something clicks in your brain. "Oh, I was lying!" You laugh because you didn't think your joke had worked, it wasn't in your plans for him to leave the meeting in order to come and please you.

"Lying?" He says that word like he doesn't know it, he can't believe he fell for a joke. He feels so silly, but he was so excited to play with you. A mischievous smile begins to grow on his face as he slowly approaches you. "You won't get out of this so easy my pretty little heart and I'm not lying"

Trapping you in his arms, he tickles you with his fingers until you cry a couple of times. He interrupts your laughter by giving you a totally anticlimactic hungry kiss. He loves the sound of your laughter and will do everything he can to protect it, but he loves your moans even more, plus he has to make you pay for your little prank.

#hypnosis mic #hypnosis microphone #hypmic x reader #hypmic #hypmic imagines #hypmic headcanons #hypnosis mic x reader #hypmic gentaro #yumeno gentaro #gentaro yumeno x reader #hypnosis mic gentaro #gentaro yumeno #fling posse #fling posse x reader

[light-lanterne]

okie, so bad news: about a week ago a beloved anon informed me of the fact that someone was posting screenshots of my dark / cannibalism byler stories on twitter (the ones i've been harassed over for months, mind you -_- ) and claiming them as their own. they weren't getting many notes, thankfully, but one of their reposts (for my story on survival cannibalism, which is a proper little fic) was getting quite a bit of traction —still under 100 notes, but certainly more than what i got— and the others weren't doing much differently than when i post them here.

so,,, i messaged them and requested for the deletion of my stories from their profile, and immediately got blocked. then i used an old account i have for another fandom and tried again (with the same result). then i considered using yet another old account to just link to my original work in their replies so at least people would see it,,,

,,,and then the survival cannibalism thing breached containment and reached a group of nasties who immediately attacked and harassed the reposter, and within a few hours their account was gone altogether.

so i guess problem solved ? albeit in a rather foul and unfortunate way that i wish hadn't had to happen; from what i saw the stuff the reposter was sent was akin to the more horrid things i've been sent on anon (including photos of actual gore and dead people) so ultimately i just hope they're fine and those messages didn't fuck with their heads too much :(

alas, it is what it is and i hope the reposter doesn't come back and that random twitter users don't give mental credit to that user for my work. of course, i also hope nasties would just stop playing cop and attacking anyone who writes dark stuff >.<

(and that they don't come for me next, if they realise i'm the actual source. i don't need double the hate i already get x.x)

anyway. i guess i just wanted to share this because i've been dealing with that nonsense all week, which has resulted in a lot of inactivity on my side. i'll try to correct that and actually get back to interacting with people and making up dark little concepts and whatnot, promise ~!! also, please take this as my reminder to not steal other people's stories and work and repost it to sites you believe we don't frequent >.< it's incredibly sucky and demoralising and it'll always lead to stress on all sides so please don't >:(

to the beloved anon who informed me of all this and to whom i can't reply in lieu of exposing the reposter's identity: thank you immensely ;-; i'm giving you a warm hug and cookies and all of my love <3

#🌙 #🧸

[panelshowsource]

it's actually been leaked for some time, although — and not to sound whiny — any time i've posted it or just talked about it i've gotten 10+ anonymous messages telling me i'm the devil and ruining the establishment of taskmaster with my irresponsible gossiping. so i didn't post about it and deleted any of the asks/convo about the new cast, even though ofc everyone has had tonsss of thoughts about it 😅

anyways would have laid down my whole life betting john robins (one of THE most obvious future tm contestants, being such a good friend of alex's!) and joanne mcnally would be on so i feel very vindicated — and excited! — in that regard! we're gonna have a great time :)

someone sent an anon asking about people i'd bet — not who i want, but who i'd bet — would be on the show so i'll think more about that and post later this week! the series will def have more seasons so i'll try and get some guesses in heh

OMG ME TOO her name is mabel! she's sooooooo cute ≧◡≦

hello anon!! actually you don't need me for this, it was recently posted on tv_bunny :)

enjoy!

she's great! she reminds me a lot of roisin, in that when she's not doing her semi-pre-written joke material, she's supremely good at hanging, bantering, fitting in with the vibe. i really appreciate that when it comes to panel shows particularly! but i can't say i've seen much of her standup

(wait — can i digress for a second — roisin is one of the ONLY recurring catsdown contestants who actually brings in sensible mascots that have the purpose of helping her/bringing her luck, and her presentations of them are always so hilarious and she deserves more credit for that)

+ not important but i really like her voice

thank you for sending her well wishes <3

i appreciate the message and you weren't the only person to say this, but i think some people are only part-way informed as to her journey reclaiming her name. her intention was never to scrap the nickname shappi or stop people from calling her that; it was 1) to reconcile her experience growing up in the uk with her name and how that led to her committing to shappi as a teen, and 2) to be published, credited, and billed as shaparak in professional capacities. she has clarified many times, including here and here, that it is totally acceptable to call her shappi; people on tv & radio still call her shappi after formal introductions, like in the new wilty when everyone calls her shappi throughout the entire episode; her social media handles are still shappi; and so on. she's shaparak, but that doesn't mean she "no longer goes by shappi". there is some confusion here i think some people are taking her journey, which was lovely to follow, as rejecting shappi — but that isn't the case.

i already updated her tag to 'shaparak khorsandi' a while ago and would definitely credit her full name where necessary, but socially, colloquially, like in the quick text post i made asking people to give shappi some love, there is no disrespect in calling her that! of course, plenty of people are credited by one name and are regularly called another/a nickname, like olivia colman who is actually called sarah by her family and colly by most everyone else. she seems really happy with having done her book and her recent show under her full name, and it's been beautiful to see her come around to love shaparak as much as she has loved shappi :')

btw for anyone who doesn't know, shaparak means butterfly in farsi!

hahahahaha that is hilarious

long story short is just that keith lemon is a disreputable character (and i mean character literally, he's not real, he's played by leigh francis!) who spends a lot of his energy shouting and oogling over boobies etc

i think it's fair to say hating on white supremacists does bring us all together 😅

i'm sorry i haven't seen it! but ugh tamsin greig is one of my longest-time crushes fr i actually think the friendship between her and stephen mangan is one of my roman empires. i have a list of scripted tv rewatches i plan to do this year — the thick of it, peep show, and so on, some of my faves ever — and green wing is def on the list so maybe i'll add friday night dinner!

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