page hacks

Don’t go to BIGHIT’s Page!

As you might have heard or seen, Bighit’s website has been hacked, but please don’t go to the page!

When you go to BigHit’s page you see this (this is a cache since the page is overloaded with visits rn). The hack was placed as a link.

When you click the link you’re taken to this page, with the popup verification that “Unknown was here.”

This shot is the hack page

The page plays Twice’s song. Funny, until a look at the code shows the song is STREAMING FROM YOUTUBE, SET TO LOOP.

The other links lead to the same page, but if you scroll down you’ll see the MV itself embedded on the page 

Do NOT let your curiosity get to you! This has literally given them more views because thousands of ARMYs have flocked to see this hack!

Credit : Penelope 

“I’M A PRIVILEGED STRAIGHT WHITE MALE AND EVEN I’M OUTRAGED”. My favorite sign at Seattle’s March for Truth on Saturday June 3, 2017, part of the nationwide march.

September Bullet Journal Setup

Hey guys! Today, I thought that I would share my new bullet journal set-up per month. A lot has changed since I last posted a set-up post, so I thought why not. :)

1. Monthly Cover Page

One of the new things in my current bullet journal is how I now make it a point to always have a cover page with the month name for the beginning of the month. I just like having a clear division between months, and this is a nice way to get my creative juices flowing. 

2. Expense Tracker

Next is the expense tracker, which I forgot to take a photo of. But basically, there are three columns. The first one is the date, second is the item, and third is the amount.

3. Monthly Calendar and Forward Planning

Most people have boxes as their calendars, but I saw a calendar wheel once and fell in love with it. I have been using it for 2 months now, and I love how it’s cute and functional at the same time. The next photo is my forward planning for my blog. I still haven’t made similar thing for school yet because I won’t go back until the 13th, but it will be on the same page as the “Blogger Obligations.”

4. Gratitude Log

Next is my gratitude log, which I just found to be a relaxing thing to do daily. For those of you who don’t know what it is, it’s basically listing down what you’re thankful for each day. Ever since I started, I have wanted to do it in doodle style so as to make things more fun. This is the first month that I have circles for each day, but I like how cute it looks. I’m also thinking of doing a background after finishing with all 30 days. We’ll see.

5. Weekly Spreads

Finally, we have the weekly spreads. This is a snippet of my first weekly spread. It’s just a snippet because there hasn’t been a full week yet. During the term, I only have designated tasks for the weekdays, when I have classes, because I tend to look at my bullet journal per week instead of per day. This way, I won’t have to migrate tasks that I can still see within the spread because I found it redundant to migrate tasks daily. 

I hope this helped! :)


The entire backstory and even some plot all wrapped up in one looooong update!

Well at least it’s out of the way all in one go, eh? :)

Part 2: Renegade
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Follow 💃🏾 @ceeceecoco_official her old page got hacked
Song; baloba By @artist_bm

Made with Instagram

The first page here is by far the most complex one I’ve ever done holy crap

Anyway, it’s New Years Eve! And for some it’s already New Years Day! Happy New Year everyone! Let’s make 2017 a fantastic year! <3

Part 1 - Beginnings
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So I read STFF last night...

Amazon is freaking amazing. I got my copy a day early and spent all of last night reading it. Despite some poor reviews and negative reactions to the advanced copies, I actually really enjoyed this book. I read a ton of fanfic and books. When I enjoy a story, I get sucked in and will read non-stop to finish it (time/life permitting). Other than dinner and watching Dustin Lance Black’s “When We Rise” last night, I read STFF. I was compelled to take notes throughout. I ended up with three pages of notes.

If you’re the general audience, I think you will enjoy this book. It’s funny, raw, tender, and heartbreaking. Coming from a fandom perspective, you’ll get it. You may see yourselves in it. The character development for the 4 teenagers could have been better, he devoted a chapter to each one and further glimpses into them as the story went on, but for the most part, not enough. I think my fave depiction of one of the kids was the trans kid, Sam - that’s going to help a lot of kids out there. Maybe he was trying to keep the book shorter (it’s 295 pages) to keep the average teens attention span, but tbh, these kids are reading Harry Potter and other much longer novels so I think he could have expanded that more.

If you’re not a Chris Colfer fan who’s paid attention to his life, you may not get any of the autobiographical nature of this book. However, make no mistake, he pulls directly from his life and life experiences and it’s blatant. I definitely have a clearer perspective on Chris and the way he views life, his Glee years, and fandom. He’s screaming to be heard and understood. Please don’t read into this thinking he hates his fans, that’s just not true. He loves and appreciates his fans, however, certain fans and fandom culture scares the hell out of him. He’s never quite understood us. I don’t take it with malicious intent, it just is what it is. Obviously we cannot empathize unless we’ve been in his shoes, but we get a better understanding through this book.

Chris wrote this as an exercise of “plausible deniability” just like when he wrote the Rachel/PR bits into his episode. Of course he’s going to claim this is all fiction and has very little basis in reality, we know better. Definitely go buy it and check it out.

There are many obnoxious things I found within, you may or may not agree with me, but do not come hatin’ into my inbox. I won’t be entertaining you today.

Under the cut (slight spoilers ahead, but I do not mention Cash’s secret) are the things that stood out for me:

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I haven’t drawn Papyrus in here since, well, yanno…eheheh.

Part 2: Renegade
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A group of men wielding baseball bats at a dyke march? A bunch of men and non lesbian women hacking lesbian pages with sexually explicit memes about dick being *good* for women?

Any lesbians still having faith in liberal and queer culture please get the hell out. Stay away from people like this. Stay away from anyone who supports them or excuses their behavior and blame lesbians. They are advocating for rape and using threats and intimidation to do it in every way. These people are men’s rights activists and rapists. I am glad I never looked back to the queer men’s movement alphabet soup community.

So, Every Pencil-chewing Half-wit Who Told Us, "You've Got to Give Trump a Chance!", How's That Working Out for You?

Though, your guy did bring on a Constitutional Crisis in a mere three and a half months, so it’s not like he’s accomplished nothing.

When Will My Wife Return from the War

Som.Va Week - Day Three

NSFW / Promise

When Hana goes away on a mission, she’s all Sombra can think about until she gets back… but then, something goes wrong.

Chapter One

Alright guys. This was supposed to be a oneshot, but it got out-of-hand. REALLY out of hand. Chapter two is even longer.

I think that it will be really good, though. This chapter’s going to be really angsty, and the next will be action. I’m already almost done with it; it should be posted sometime next week.

Note: “mi conejita” is “my bunny” in Spanish, as translated by my Spanish-speaking friend.


The alarm rang loudly, but it only lasted a few seconds before it was abruptly shut off. Wide awake, Sombra grabbed the purple marker that was set next to the calendar and drew a large X.

5 days left.

Sombra turned to look at Hana’s side of the bed, half-hoping that it wouldn’t be empty. It was. She picked up the pink pillow and held it close, breathing in its scent, but the smell of bubblegum was fading. Her eyes downcast, she laid it back down neatly.

“I won’t be gone long. It’s only a month this time.”

“A month is long enough to get yourself killed.”

There was a sigh. “I know. But it doesn’t matter what you or I want. My people need me.”

Sombra grabbed her arm. “I watch your streams. Every single one. Do you know what happens, every time you lose your mech?”

Hana shook her head.

“Nothing. The feed goes to static. We don’t know if you’re OK. We don’t know if you survived. Sometimes it takes hours to get it back online. I sit there, frozen, unable to do anything to help you. I tell myself you’re alive; I know you can take care of yourself. I do. I’ve seen it so many times. But in those moments, I… I don’t know if you’re going to come back.”

Hana gently pulled Sombra’s head down to her level and pressed her lips against her forehead. “I will come back. I promise.”

Sombra opened the refrigerator and grabbed a bowl of leftover oatmeal and a spoon. She walked back to her room and collapsed into her desk chair, spinning in circles as her thoughts wandered.

The computer whirred to life and she raised a couple of spoonfuls of the cold, flavorless mush to her mouth. She chewed it slowly and gulped it down, but it stuck in her throat. She reached for the bottle of water that had been sitting there for a few days and chugged it down, wiping her mouth off on the back of her wrist.

The bowl clattered to the ground, abandoned. Her stomach rumbled, but she ignored it. The computer’s homepage popped up and she got to work.

MEKA tracked the locations of their soldiers in battle via GPS to keep them from getting lost or deserting. With the information Sombra got from Hana and her limited knowledge of the Korean language, Sombra was able to access the sattelite map. She glanced down at the clock in the bottom right corner of the screen. In a few minutes, Hana’s troop should be heading out again. Sure enough, a pink dot flashed on the screen. Sombra smiled sadly and watched it move across the landscape.

The mission Hana was currently on was apparently too classified for her to steam. Sombra wasn’t sure if this was a disappointment or a relief. At least Hana could send secret messages to Sombra through the streams, even though Sombra couldn’t reply. It was a comfort.

“I will come back. I promise.”

And here Sombra would stay for the rest of the day, at least until they went back for the night. She worked on her assignments for Talon and a few side projects, but the map screen stayed up in the background so that she could watch it and make sure Hana was safe.


The alarm rang. Sombra sat up and drew and X on the calendar.

4 days left.

She ate a packaged granola bar as the computer woke up, but as soon as the homepage loaded, a message popped up.

[EDGELORD]: We need to talk.

She huffed and minimized the page so she could hack into MEKA’s database. She waited until Hana appeared on the screen before typing out a response.


She chuckled to herself as she waited for her contact’s answer.

[EDGELORD]: Do you take anything seriously?

“War is not a game, Hana. You must stop treating it like one.”

Hana laughed. “You sound like that old man now.”

“I’m being serious. You’re going to die if you’re not careful.”

She crossed her arms. “Oh yeah, and what about you? You never take your missions seriously. You joke around the whole time; you’ve told me. You act like nothing matters to you.”

Sombra’s brows furrowed as she shook her head. “Do not confuse my playfulness with not taking it seriously. I have to appear completely in control.”

“Well, how do you know I’m not doing the same thing??”

Sombra looked at the pink dot on the map for a full minute before writing back.

[SOMBRA]: What do you think?

She could almost feel his annoyance. She smiled in spite of herself.

[EDGELORD]: Are you sure this network is secure?
[SOMBRA]: We’ve been over this. Yes. I made it myself.
[EDGELORD]: We’re launching an attack. Numbani. We’re going for the gauntlet.
[EDGELORD]: Should be easy. In and out.
[EDGELORD]: Do you want in or not?

Sombra started to type her answer, but she hesitated and stared at the map. The pink dot flashed across the screen, as if sending her a message. She reached out and traced her finger along its path.

“I will come back. I promise.”

[SOMBRA]: I’m going to have to sit out on this one. Have fun ;)

She muted Reaper and closed out of the program. She leaned back on her chair and stared at the screen, her eyes watering.

The pink dot had just traveled across the map in a way to spell out the words “LUV U”.


3 days left.

Sombra took her usual place at the computer. She hadn’t done the laundry in ages, so she had to resort to wearing either Hana’s clothes or her mission outfit. She chose the former. Maybe she should work on it tomorrow so that Hana wouldn’t know what a mess she’d been living in.

Today was the last day of the actual fighting. Tomorrow and the day after would be for traveling back. She wouldn’t be confined to this desk for much longer.

Suddenly, the pink dot raced across the screen at a fast pace. Too fast. It moved sporadically around the battlefield. Sombra sat up, alert. She set down her drink cup and scrambled for the keyboard. She slipped on her headphones.
She hacked into the troop’s comm line. She had refrained from doing so this whole time because she could be traced easily, but something was wrong. 

“I will come back. I promise.”

The line was nothing but static at first, but with some adjusting, she got a few messages to come through.

The first thing she heard was Hana shouting orders at the rest of her troop in Korean; Sombra hit the translate button.

“Everyone, in formation! Get ready to fire! We can take them!”

Sombra pulled the microphone closer to her face, making sure the voice scrambler was on. “Hana? What’s going on?”

“Who are you? What do you want?”

She couldn’t use her name, so she had to say something else, something only she and Hana would know.

“Forget me so soon, mi conejita?”

“I will come back. I promise.”

Hana breathed a sigh of relief. “Are you sure this is safe?”

Sombra smiled. “Don’t worry about me, worry about you. What’s happening?”

“I will come back. I promise.”

“The mission - ” static. “Out of control. We - “ static. “AI program. I don’t think - “ static. Sombra adjusted the dials again. 

“I’m sorry… I love you.” There was a high-pitched scream and the channel went to static The pink dot flickered on the screen and then faded out.

“I will come back. I promise.”

Sombra tried to recover the signal, any signal. Nothing was coming through. “No, no, no no nononono!”

“I will come back. I promise.”

She tried everything. Nothing happened.

“I will come back. I promise.”

“I will come back. I promise.”

“I will come back. I promise.”

Sombra sat back and stared at the screen, the static from the comms creating white noise in the background.

After a few moments of thinking, Sombra stood up; there was purpose in her eyes. She stripped off Hana’s sweatpants and donned her mission outfit. She picked up her gun and hoisted it up on her shoulder. She smiled a determined smile.

“I will come back. I promise.”

She was going to have to help Hana keep her promise; she was going to have to rescue her herself.

Alright! I really enjoyed writing this one. I’m actually quite proud of myself. The next chapter is already almost done!

(I’ll link the next chapter here when I get it done)

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three


How about the first FIVE pages of HACK/SLASH RESURRECTION?







OCTOBER 25 / 32 PAGES / FC / M / $3.99

The fan-favorite title returns with hot new writer, TINI HOWARD!

Cassie Hack has been living off the grid, but when a new monstrous threat arises to torment promiscuous teens, it’s time for Cassie to pick up the baseball bat once again!

Gory, sexy, twisted, and funny…HACK IS BACK!

American Psycho by Bret Easton Ellis

Review by Paul Bryant (bolding mine)

People think the pages and pages of descriptions of hacking and chopping up women are ironic. Well, in one sense they are, but in another sense they aren’t. People who like this book should ask themselves why they want to read pages and pages of descriptions of hacking and chopping up women (with the occasional man thrown in, but all the lavish descriptions with rats and nail guns and so on are just for the ladies). 

I don’t think people can tell what’s misogynistic and what isn’t any more.
Here’s a real life anecdote. A couple of years ago I went into Waterstones in downtown Nottingham, and mooched around. In this shop (probably others too) the staff had put various books on display with their own handwritten enthusiastic recommendations underneath. Well, that was nice, I liked reading them, until I came to the handwritten card under American Psycho. It said something along the lines of : “after a night of getting knocked back by various women in Nottingham hostelries, what better than to pick up Bret Easton Ellis’s 80s classic and get some of my own back”. Wow! That was a little like a guy working for Waterstone’s recommending “Commandant of Auschwitz” by Rudolph Hoess, with the comment “After a day of having to deal with members of the Jewish community, what better than to sink into an armchair with this book, and get some of my own back”. Believe it or not, my GR friends, I actually wrote a protest email to the manager, who wrote back with an apology and said he’d removed the tasteless comments.
You know, this book reveals how much of a different planet some people are on than the one I’m on. It’s not a good feeling.


there’s this review of “Imperial Bedrooms” which is BEE’s latest novel. The reviewer is Theo Tait, I never head of him and it isn’t an anagram of Paul Bryant, and I am not Theo Tait, let’s get that clear. So imagine how the following remarks warmed the cockles of my heart:

At 400 pages, American Psycho is probably unfinishable except by adolescents and sociopaths…[Imperial Bedrooms:] descends into a phantasmagoria involving torture, online snuff videos and the appalling abuse of prostitutes and rent boys. Ellis claims to be a moralist, by which I guess he means that it is the emptiness of the modern world that causes his characters to behave in a spectacularly louche and/or homicidal fashion. But as with many satirists, it is unclear whether he is criticising the horrors he depicts, or simply wallowing in them. Either way, Ellis’s determination to rub the reader’s face in the gore carriessome heavy costs. Many people have no strong desire to read sustained passages of pornographic and misogynistic violence, in which, for instance, masked men urinate on a bound actress…[other examples omitted:]… these sequences also chip away at the novel’s realistic texture and leave you wondering if Imperial Bedrooms has any meaning beyond that of the average slasher film.

Hey guys, my page keeps getting hacked and I just wanted to let everyone know about it. So I’m not ignoring you or following and unfollowing anyone. I’ve changed my password like 6 times but apparently someone really wants my stuff. A little angry but not going to let it ruin my page. Thanks for all the love. 😘 Going off to enjoy my day now. ❤️

either this page got hacked, or this dipshit made the page with the intention of trying to promote their brand in a very underhanded and pathetic way

I Am Invincible

Characters: Steve x Reader x Bucky

Song: I Am Invincible – Cassadee Pope

Words: 500+

Broken glass inside won’t cut through me, pain behind my eyes I turn into strength Oh I will fight I will survive.

I’m invincible I’m unbreakable I’m a diamond cut to last I’m unstoppable I’m a hero Like a phoenix from the ash Oh-ah, Oh-ah, oh-ah-ooh Invincible

Nothing gonna make me break or shatter No one’s gonna tell me that I don’t matter, no I won’t let you

You were sitting on the couch in the tower, looking through the many pages about you on Facebook. 

All of them hated on you, saying that you were worth nothing and that you should just quit the team. 

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