damn riddles

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voldemort is my past, present and future…

Okay. So people are really getting hectic trying to figure out Joseph’s good end pieces. I keep hearing it’s just “You need to romance Robert on his Good End twice, and get an S-Rank both times,” but someone told me that they did that and the ending was the same.

People are also talking about the fact that Mary might be a big piece, and you need to romance ALL of the dads that show a relationship with her. I don’t know how many do, but I’ve read Damien apparently is quite good friend with her. So he might also be needed as well.

And final, there’s an idea going around that the reason Joseph’s Good End is so difficult to achieve is because it’s the canon ending, as many dating sims tend to have one route over all others that either has more detail or difficult, sometimes both, that the creators consider canon in the broader sense.

So it’s likely that, to get Joseph’s Good End, it may require a LOT of work. What that work is, I’m not sure.

Currently, I’m debating if it’s a case where you need to date ALL of the dads before him twice, they have to be their Good Ending route dates, and they all have to be S-Ranked. It would be a very hefty process, but at this point, since we have no confirmation on a Good Ending and how different it is, it’s the best I can think of.

God damn, I hope this riddle is solved when I wake up, this is wracking my brain.

mine-(s); how the grand canyon was created

Sediment is eating the solitude.

A river carries it to the ocean. I followed waves

of salt, but they are folklore. I am not soluble to his sand - he is shaking.

He is a rattlesnake in the American West. This is the same

storybook

where he drew horns and fang teeth on the

face of 

my character. 

.

This is how the grand canyon was 

created: the broken heart of a river flowed,

weeping, for five million years.

.

I tip my hat.

He points his gun.

A sacred reunion as the Colorado River

returns to the sea.

.

Tourists consume the aftermath. 

Cool. (Edward Nygma x Reader)

Originally posted by gothamfox

Edward and the reader has a game of how the reader can answer all his riddles and like the whole GCPD find it amusing how the reader is answering them and everyones making bets on how long she can last and you can choose how to end it

A/N: I had trouble writing this and I don’t know why.


Y/N went through the hallway and into the bowl pit of the department. “Looks like the man that got shot was a smoker,” Y/N says, squinting her eyes at the photograph in her hands.

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Liar 7/? (Tom Riddle Jr/Voldemort Imagine)

“Tom, my boy,” Slughorn called merrily, “Please, come right up front.” He waved away two students and they gaped at him before gathering their things and moving, glaring at the two of you as you approached. “Come, come, come,” he beckoned and you stopped shy.

Awkwardly looking around for a spare table, you felt the sudden urge to cry as you realized there were none. “Y/N, up front please.” Slughorn commanded, and you turned without a word, taking your place by Tom’s side.

You could cut the tension with a knife it was so thick and every time you took a breath you felt like you were swallowing it. The class began with a presentation by Professor Slughorn and you forced yourself to concentrate, pretending only you were there - this was your very own personal lesson and no one else existed.

Tapping your fingers impatiently, desperate to begin your lesson so that you could feel distracted, Slughorn explained your practical lesson to you. “Does anyone know what a Shrinking Solution is?”

Slughorn asked the class, but his eyes went straight to Riddle as if expecting him to answer, and so he did. “A Shrinking Solution is a potion that allows the size of a creature’s age to decrease, essentially shrinking. If brewed incorrectly, it can be very poisonous.”

You scowled at Riddle’s pompous tone and gripped the edge of your table, waiting for the next question. If he was going to be such a know-it-all you were going to make sure he knew it all.

“Very good, Tom,” Professor Slughorn praised, “And does anyone know the inventor of this elixer?”

Riddle opened his mouth to respond but you quickly cut in, “Zygmunt Budge.”

Both Riddle and Slughorn turned to you and you couldn’t help the smug smirk that made it’s way onto your face. “That’s right, Y/N. Very good indeed.”

Blinking for a moment and hesitantly facing the class, Slughorn clapped his hands together and motioned for the cauldrons on the size of the room. “Everyone, get your necessary equipment and turn to page 423 of your textbooks.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Riddle waved his wand in the direction of his cauldron and it raised into the air, gliding over and sitting neatly on the centre of the table. You grumbled and opened your textbook, licking your finger and swiping through the pages until you found the correct one.

“Ingredients,” you hummed, “I’ll gather the ingredients.”

Tom said nothing and you quickly read through the text on the page, “We need two shrivelfigs, four daisy roots, five caterpillars, wormwood, four leeches, a rat speen and a little bit of cowbane - in that order.”

You quickly swept through the crowd of students that gathered to the left of the class where the ingredients lay neatly stacked on a long table. Gathering each ingredient and grimacing at the live creatures in their jars, you turned back to your shared table and glared as you watched Riddle read over the ingredients. He was double-checking.

“Taking a look for yourself, Riddle?” You scowled at him and set each ingredient onto the table next to the cauldron. Riddle raised his eyes to them and gathered the jars, positioning them in a neat line on the edge of the table.

When you gave him a questionable look, he let out an impatient breath through his nose, “Don’t put the jars so close to the cauldron, they’ll get hot and the glass will break.”

Looking away bashfully, you snatched your textbook out of his hands and skimmed through the steps as Tom heated up the cauldron. Inhaling slowly, you turned your attention to each glass jar and grimaced at the sight of all the wriggly creatures inside them.

You cleared your throat and reached across the table, your arm brushing against Tom’s as you grabbed two ripe shrivelfigs without a word. You gripped the kitchen knife and held the first shrivelfig securely between your hand, about to cut it when your partner’s hand shot out to grip your wrist. “What are you doing?”

Narrow eyes glared down at you, and you glared back challengingly, “I’m juicing the figs, what are you doing?”

“That isn’t how you juice shrivelfigs. Give it to me.” He commanded, and you scoffed, “I know how to juice a damn fig, Riddle,” the brunette’s eyes darkened and he tightened his grip on you for a moment before sensing Slughorn’s eyes on him - releasing you.

“Let me show you a more efficient way of juicing them.” Tom’s irritated demeanor changed abruptly and it took you a moment to catch up. You were flattered for about half a second before you realized this wasn’t him trying to be nice to you, this was him putting up a front for prying eyes.

Shoulders slumped, you slowly nodded, “Fine.” The Slytherin’s fingers slid beneath yours to take the shrivelfig and you quickly flinched away, shoving your hand into your robe pocket and suppressing a scream.

A soft prickly creature that you had completely forgotten about wriggled about in your pocket, clutching onto your finger immediately as you tried to raise it back up. The sneaky little leaf-bug gave you two options, either leave your hand in your pocket with it, or pull your hand out and reveal him to all.

“Y/N, pay attention.” Tom ordered and you smiled broadly at him, “Go on.”

The brunette raised a brow at you before he began peeling the shrivelfig, taking away dead skin and exposing the wet, ripe insides of the revolting fruit. You grimaced at the putrid smell and watched as Tom raised the fruit above the cauldron.

“Hold on,” you kicked yourself for speaking but now that Tom was looking your way, you had to continue, “Here.”

Quickly shaking off the Bowtruckle on your hand, you leaned forward and rolled up Tom’s sleeves, folding them securely around his elbows before leaning back, noting the purple tint on his hands. Riddle watched you with dark eyes for a moment longer before squeezing the fig juice into the cauldron.

“Watch the color, Y/N,” Tom ordered and you leaned over the table to inspect the change the liquids within, a dark brownish purple.

Craning your head to the open book, you reached into your robes again, quickly pulling out your wand and pushing the little critter off of it with your finger. It squeaked in protest as you shoved him back into your pocket and you prayed that it wouldn’t emerge.

With the flick of your wrist, the wooden spoon in front of you trembled before clumsily dunking itself into the cauldron and began stirring. Riddle turned up the heat and you patted the text on the page.

“Next we need four daisy roots.” You took the kitchen knife and untied the thread that held the daisy roots together, lining them up and cutting them into fine pieces and dropping them into the cauldron.

Somehow, knowing Riddle’s eyes were on you the whole time made you swell with pride. He hadn’t tried to stop you, he hadn’t said a word - you were doing it right.

You hesitated as you read the next step and contemplated asking Tom to take care of it, but you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction - you didn’t want him to turn on you the second you asked something of him, like last time.

Your heart clenched at the memory, you’d been distracted, so distracted that you had forgotten what Tom had said to you that very morning. Reaching over to grab the jar of caterpillars, you unscrewed the lid and counted them, there were eight.

Cringing, you reached into the jar and picked out the first wriggly, hairy creature you encountered, examining it as it writhed between your index finger and thumb. “Sorry, buddy,”

You dropped one after another into the cauldron, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you watched them sit on the surface of the water before slowly sinking away into the murky depths.

“They’re just worms, Y/N.” Riddle said condescendingly, “They’re not just worms. I bet if I tossed you into a boiling pot of water you’d probably change your mind then.”

The Slytherin prefect’s jaw flexed and he nodded towards the book, “Next is wormwood leafs, correct?” You hummed as you read through the steps and nodded, “Correct.”

Tom motioned for you to take them and you crossed your arms, “Your turn. I just did the caterpillars.”

“My hands are covered in fig juice. I need to clean them.” Tom countered, and you glared at him before swiping up the dry, green herbs and rolling them between your palms above the cauldron.

Little flakes danced across the surface of your brewing potion and your wand increased it’s speed. Tom approached the front desk and muttered something to Slughorn before turning and leaving the classroom. You gave him an inquisitive look but he simply ignored you as he passed and you sighed. Of course he’d ignore you.

You looked over the instructions one more time and your face turned green. Juice four leeches and add to the mixture.

Turning your gaze slowly to the line of jars, you nearly gagged at the sight. How had you not noticed those dark, blood-red creatures wriggling around among themselves?

You unscrewed the lid and stared into the jar, lip trembling with disgust. “Come on, Y/N. You can do this.” Closing your eyes, you shoved your hand into the jar and picked out the first leech you felt.

It took a few pinches of the tool before you caught it and you started stomping your feet as it wriggled. “Practicing your dance moves, Y/N?” Malfoy called from the row behind you, “That’ll do, Mister Malfoy.” Slughorn scolded and you opened one eye to watch the blonde’s face fall, smirking lightly.

Raising the tweezers and inspecting the leech with squinted eyes, you nearly shrieked as something cold and wet slipped down your back, latching onto your flesh. Looking up at your teacher with wide eyes, you suddenly felt all too light, swaying on your feet - so light that you didn’t even notice Riddle’s return.

“Have you completed the next step?” He inquired and you felt your mouth dry up as he lifted the jar, inspecting its contents. “Apparently not.”

“Riddle,” you started as he picked up the pair of tweezers that you’d dropped. He ignored you as he leaned over, reading the instructions. “Riddle.”

“I’m busy at the moment, Y/N.” The brunette said impatiently and you felt your head swimming. Once more you called to him in a soft whisper, “Tom.”

You caught his attention just as your knees buckled and you fell into him, head hitting him with a hard thud. “Professor,” Riddle called as his arms instinctively opened to catch you.

Classmates crowded around you just as they had the night you’d been hexed and as Tom lowered himself to the ground with you, Slughorn rushed to your side. “Y/N? What’s happened, child?”

“Looks like they faint every time they’re around Tom. Right, Y/N?” Abraxas taunted, arms crossed over his chest. “You want him to catch you?”

“That’s enough, Malfoy.” Slughorn barked, and large hands pulled you into a sitting position, where your head lolled to your front. That’s when they noticed it, a dark, slimy trail that started from the nape of your neck and continued down into your robes.

“Professor, look,” Tom pulled the collar of your shirt away and the potion master’s face paled. “Off with it boy, hurry!” Riddle tore your robe from you and raised your shirt over your back, eyes scanning over several blotches covering your skin and the creatures responsible. Leeches covered your entire back and they swelled with your blood.

Swiping them all away, Slughorn paled as they dropped off of you before standing up with probably the angriest face he’d ever worn.

“I demand to know who is responsible for this!” He bellowed, eyes darting between snickering students. “This is no game - none of you will leave until the perpetrator steps forward!” The man threatened, eyes softening at the sight of his favourite student lifted you, your arm slung over his shoulder.

“I’ll take them to the hospital wing, sir.”

“Let me help.” Offered Malfoy and despite his prior behaviour toward you, Slughorn didn’t protest as the blonde took your other arm and wrapped it around him. With a nod from his gullible Professor, the boys were off and no one saw the proud smirk on Abraxas’ face.

No one but Tom.

Cas vs Cass

Sometimes I think to myself that there’s no actual logical reason for Castiel’s nickname to be spelled with those two ‘s’ at the end, because Castiel only has one ‘s’ in it and when do you ever add an extra letter to a nickname that doesn’t appear in the actual name? 

But that’s how the writers have chosen to spell it in the scripts, and how it shows up in Dean’s cell, so the canonical spelling is Cass. 

And then I think to myself of how the vibe on this particular set is so damn riddled with sexual innuendo that I can practically hear the writers giggling at their own joke, as well as the blatant arrow to the gay in the angel, when putting that ‘ass’ in his nickname. (a nickname given to him by Dean, btw) (because Dean’s endgame is admitting to himself he wants Cass) (get it?) (well you’re in on the joke now!) (sorrynotsorry)

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“What sort of twisted game is this evil temptress playing with my heart? Oh why oh why can’t people just be open and honest about how they feel? She’s said she doesn’t want to be my girlfriend, that she just wants to be friends, she’s shown interest in someone else…..what am I to make of these damned riddles?”

when your town's urban legends kinda suck
  • Rebellious Teen: My dad used to tell me this legend about a guy from around these parts who wore a pig-mask and was always carrying a baseball bat. He said that if you saw him, he would give you two riddles. If you got one right, he'd whack you with his bat and chase you off. If you got both right, he'd give you anything you desire. And if you get both wrong, well, you'd become a part of his mask.
  • Lethargic Teen: Wow, so was he like magical?
  • Rebellious Teen: I don't know.
  • Lethargic Teen: I mean, he could give you anything you desire so he has to be kinda magical.
  • Rebellious Teen: That's pretty much implied.
  • Lethargic Teen: Then why'd you say you don't know?
  • Rebellious Teen: I don't know.
  • Lethargic Teen: Also, does making you a part of his mask mean that he like shrinks you down so you're a very tiny person and he tapes you to the mask? Or is it more grisly in that he kills you and takes a patch of your skin to be a part of his mask?
  • Rebellious Teen: I don't know. We didn't come out here to talk about the logistics of this dude. We're here to see if he's real.
  • Lethargic Teen: *yawns* But, he's probably not real.
  • Rebellious Teen: Ugh! I know he's probably not real, but it's creepy and fun to think he is. Have you ever heard of fun?
  • Lethargic Teen: If I wanted to have creepy fun, I'd be at home playing Resident Evil which I much prefer to standing out here in these smelly woods.
  • Rebellious Teen: Can you chill for like two seconds and maybe enjoy your time out instead of being so damn pedantic?
  • Lethargic Teen: I don't even know what pedantic means. I'm legitimately too dumb to know.
  • *sound of footsteps on grass*
  • Rebellious Teen: Shit! Hide! *pushes lethargic teen beneath the bushes and peaks out to see who's coming*
  • Lethargic Teen: It sucks down here.
  • Rebellious Teen: *whispering* Shut the fuck up.
  • Lethargic Teen: You have a fat ass. Have we known each other for long enough that I can casually call your ass fat in a non-sexual way. Because you have a really fat ass and I'm only just noticing now.
  • Rebellious Teen: If you don't shut the fuck up right now, I'm going to literally choke you to death. But thanks. My ass is fat.
  • Pig-Mask: *walks by dragging a baseball bat attached to a leash behind him*
  • Rebellious Teen: Oh, fuck. He's real.
  • Lethargic Teen: It's probably just some guy dressed like him.
  • Rebellious Teen: I'm going to confront him!
  • Lethargic Teen: You're gonna get killed maybe. I don't know.
  • Rebellious Teen: *hops out of the bushes* Hey, pig-mask!
  • Pig-Mask: *slightly glances behind him* ...Oh, bother.
  • Rebellious Teen: I know all about you. So... uhh...
  • Pig-Mask: Can we just get this over with. I want to go home.
  • Rebellious Teen: Uhm.
  • Lethargic Teen: *crawls out of the bushes*
  • Rebellious Teen: What do I do?
  • Lethargic Teen: Iunno. You're the one who knows the legend.
  • Rebellious Teen: Yeah, but the legend doesn't really say how you're supposed to go about confronting the guy.
  • Pig-Mask: Oh yeah, I'm supposed to ask you guys two questions.
  • Lethargic Teen: Two questions each?
  • Pig-Mask: I'm really tired so you guys can share two. One for each of you.
  • Rebellious Teen: I'm fucking fired-up! Shoot those damn riddles at me! I don't care! I'm not afraid of you!
  • Pig-Mask: Please don't yetll. Here is my first riddle: Who is the uhh... what is... uhm... what day is it?
  • Lethargic Teen: Wednesday.
  • Pig-Mask: Hmm... is that right? *looks down at baseball bat* Is today Wednesday?
  • Baseball Bat: *wan* *wan*!
  • Pig-Mask: Yeah, today's Wednesday. Congratulations you got it right.
  • Lethargic Teen: That wasn't a riddle.
  • Rebellious Teen: Seriously, that was just a super easy question.
  • Pig-Mask: Oh, bother... I guess your second test will have to be a riddle. Oh, bother. Let me get out my riddle book. *digs in his pants* Bother, bother, bother, bother... here we go.
  • Pig-Mask: *opens his tiny book* Okay, so... this one's not good. This one is kind of racist. I don't think this one is in English. Whatever. *tosses book* Here is your second riddle. What day is it?
  • Rebellious Teen: You asked that already!
  • Pig-Mask: Yeah, I did. Sorry... I guess. *sighs*
  • Lethargic Teen: *yawn* This guys sucks.
  • Rebellious Teen: Yeah, dude! You really fucking suck!
  • Pig-Mask: Sorry, my dad was a lot cooler. I have depression and anxiety and stuff. I haven't really been in any sort of mood recently, y'know. Feels like nothing even matters anymore.
  • Rebellious Teen: It really was a waste of time coming out here. Come on. Let's go home.
  • Lethargic Teen: Finally, can you carry me there?
  • Rebellious Teen: Sure, hop in my arms.
  • Lethargic Teen: *hops on up and smooches rebellious teen right on the cheeks* I'm going to pass out in your arms now. *goes limp*
  • Rebellious Teen: Goddamn, you're heavy. Why did I agree to do this? *waddles away*
  • Pig-Mask: Ah, their relationship is so wholesome. I wonder what it feels like to carry another human?
  • Baseball Bat: *wan* *wan*!
  • Pig-Mask: No, like a living human. Also, since when can you bark like a dog and stuff.
  • Baseball Bat: *gone*
  • Pig-Mask: Oh, you weren't real. *cocks head to the side* I wonder where I got this leash from? Just another of the mysteries of the world, I guess.
The Wolf Queen

Pairing: Jon Snow x Reader

Author’s Note: I LOVED writing this so much.I could write 80 chapters about this girl and Jon Snow. You can submit your requests here, I promise to do them all unless I really have no idea how to make a good one out of it!

Warning: This is very long, but I just kept wanting to write! Also, mentions of your typical Game of Thrones murder. 

Prompt: A group of rangers find you in the Haunted Forest living with a pack of direwolves. They take you to the only other person they know with a direwolf who you find yourself very interested in. 

Read Part 2 of this story here and Part 3 here

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     Jon sat in the dining hall with Ghost and Sam peacefully eating when the Rangers had busted through the door. With them, they had brought the freezing airs of Winter and Jon frowned. 

     “Shut the door, you idiots, you’re letting all the heat out”. 

     “Sorry Lord Commander. Pip get the door, you fool”!

     Edgar’s steward rushed to the door and slammed it shut before running back to join the other herd of Rangers. He receives a smack upside the head as he passed by from all of them before standing next to the First Ranger. The heat from the fire immediately starts to warm the room again and Jon continues to eat: well he tries to. Five pairs of eyes stare blankly at him and it’s really starting to creep him out. 

     After swallowing the broth from his soup, Jon sets his napkin down and looks to the Rangers, “Are you not here to eat”?

      He watched Edgar physically gulp, “No, my Lord, there has been a…… A situation”. The group look at each other nervously, but no one goes to say anything after that. 

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Nancy Drew Game Revisions

Here is how I would revise each of the Nancy Drew games! I only put 1 or 2 things for each to leave room for you all to add in your own! Comment below with your additions & feel free to disagree with me!! 

SCK & Remastered: CD CHANGE OH MY GOD. Hey, I can’t knock this game too much. It’s the late 90s. Plus they DID revise it so… (I never actually played it through). Open-ended for the fandom here. Overall, entirely too short.

STFD: MORE. MILLIE. Those damn riddles were pointless imo. Make her an actual relevant character!!!

MHM: Have that tapestry in Nancy’s room never to exist. Then make that zodiac animal puzzle a hotspot that Nancy realizes she needs to look out for. Because you can quickly solve that first puzzle from Abby’s book and then therefore quickly realize that you need to look for Chinese characters. Also eliminate Emily Foxworth.

TRT: Blizzard is such a cop-out. Snow, yes. Blizzard, no. I want to explore outdoors more. The garden!! So! Many! Possibilities!

FIN: Those damn fucking keys at the end sequence. The end. Bye. CHANGE THEM.

SSH: Running around aimlessly waiting for Henrik to fall. Give Nancy a reason to go all the way around the garden to cue this scene. Or maybe cue it a different way.

DOG: Man, I would have loved to have met Sally.

SHA: Oh my God this game is perfect. Um…the magnet maze puzzle, honestly what the fuck

CUR: The ghost hunt/run was cute and all but shit stressed me out being on a timer.

CLK: THIS GAME MAKES NO SENSE CHRONOLOGICALLY. MY BRAIN HURTS THINKING OF THE PLACEMENT OF THIS GAME.

TRN: Allow Nancy one punch to Tino’s face…nah (I mean yeah but…) Part 2 of the game was so short. I want more time outside of the train.

DAN: Okay this is a tiny detail but when Nancy talks to Jean about Heather and they go back and forth about Heather’s name pronunciation, I get about 10 levels of awkward.

CRE: I know it’s a dumb thing to say but…Quigley’s dialogue? I usually mute her long ramblings because I get sooooooo bored.

ICE: Fox and fucking geese. Why can’t I play by myself? Why can’t I tell Bill that I’m playing to win FOR A REASON??

CRY: Please for the love of God, Nancy, solve the mystery during the day. Also, let’s not have an 80-year-old man be creepy AF.

VEN: Water tunnels. I refrain from saying anymore.

HAU: We could have had so much Irish culture. SO MUCH IRISH CULTURE. But what’d we get instead???  A JETPACK.

RAN: -sighs-

WAC: I don’t know??? Um…the ending challenge/puzzle with the blade didn’t make sense to me. I would have hoped it would tie into the theme of the game more.

TOT: Another ending sequence complaint. It takes place somewhere you only go ONCE just for the ending. Either, one, visit the Grange more throughout the game or two, take it out. Unnecessary.

SAW: Terrible accents. JAPANESE VOICE ACTORS. Hell, I’d take at least Asian voice actors over…this.

CAP: That freaking board game. Easy but just like…no.

ASH: Hey, if you’re gonna make a game at the home base, WHERE ARE MY HARDY BOYS??????

TMB: At the very least, make it a tiny bit more challenging for Nancy to read hieroglyphs. Also, really wish Dylan’s time wasn’t cut so short.

DED: I know they’ve done it before in other games but switching days to talk to different characters gets annoying. I mean, it’s realistic and I love that but I always forgot who was when & if it was morning or nighttime.

GTH: I wish we got to see/learn more about the family’s history (the factory incident, Charlotte, Harper..) God, this game is RICH with backstory and I WANT MORE.

SPY: Don’t….don’t fuck up Kate Drew.

MED: -sighs again but adds commentary- Eliminate entire concept of a game show, focus on New Zealand culture & Sonny’s mission. G O D.

LIE: SOMEONE PLEASE EXPLAIN TO ME HOW THE SET UNDER THE STAGE REVOLVED AND- ohmyfuckinggod.

SEA: Just a bit too puzzle heavy, personally. Again, more history. More story. I still don’t totally know what this game was 100% about.

anonymous asked:

I have to agree w Anon his SM seems different to me ... more about self promotion and of course MPC but I guess to be expected 🙄It's like he's no longer part of OL -Also he use to RT WCC stuff and weigh in on world problems i e shootings/natural disasters but no more not to mention his banter w CB feels "off and different" too 😢

Sorry, bunny, but he won’t get any grief from me going a more business route on SM. I said probably six months ago when shit was hitting the fan and he was pissing many off left and right by being to people-pleasy and appearing to flip-flop on issues within the ranks of his fandom that his best bet from a business standpoint would be to pull back the personal to re-set the tone and to not fan flames. Unfortunately, even that is riddled with damned if you do, damned if you don’t. 

As a non-confrontational person myself who is introverted and has a hard time feeling like I say the right thing, if drama is projected upon me via things like anons, messages, comments or mentions, I can only take so much before I withdraw. Again, we’re dealing with human beings here. And human beings can only take so much ire and criticism before it takes its toll and they need to find a new way to do things. And as with most things, the pendulum has probably overswung and will take a bit to find a comfortable center.