The following is a slightly edited version of a youtube comment I left on the most recent Winter Games video,
NETFLIX AND CHILL 80’S EDITION (Smosh Winter Games). I needed to get this off of my chest after seeing people ATTACK Boze for not knowing a movie, and attempting to be funny. I also felt like it needed to be said here as well, if only to spread the message further.
I have to warn you, I get very heated, and there is a lot of swearing.
I do use ‘you’ a lot in this, and would like to clarify that it is specifically directed at the toxic part of the youtube community. If you have not done anything hateful, this is definitely not directed at you at all, so please don’t feel bad, as you have done nothing wrong. But I would appreciate it if you take the time to read it anyways.
If you do read this, and help spread the word, thank you.
Alright, after looking through these goddamn comments, I need to vent.
Why the fuck is this fandom so hateful? Like seriously, do you guys have no compassion? No respect for the people who spend their lives churning out this content for you ungrateful and hateful fucks? I am actually ASHAMED to be a part of this group about 90% of the time. I cant look in a fucking comment section on any video without being completely overwhelmed with negativity and cruelty.
Every smosh games video: “This person sucks, please fire them” “Where is Ian and Anthony? The vids are shit without them” “Smosh games is so bad, they should just stop"
Every second channel video: "Smosh went to shit when the squad joined” “I miss the good days when it was Ian and Anthony” “This person is annoying and painfully unfunny, they shouldn’t be here"
Every smosh vid with the squad: "I miss when Ian and Anthony were here” “Why are these other people here? They arent smosh” “These skits arent funny, they should stop having these people"
Every smosh vid with Ian and Anthony: "This reminds me of when they used to be good” “They should only make these videos and stop with the squad” “These guys are so much better than the squad"
And now, every winter games video is just hate on Boze.
And you know what? I’m fucking sick and tired of it.
I’m suprised Smosh didn’t disable comments a long time ago. They contribute no actual feedback, no support. It’s just a bunch of whiny, bitter shitheads screaming about Ian and Anthony and hating on the content that they have the PRIVALEGE to consume for absolutely free. Really, it feels like half the ‘fans’ only come to the videos to moan and bitch about how much they hate the 'new’ smosh. If you hate these wonderful people, this free content that they put their blood sweat and tears into, the work that they love and enjoy and put forth to try to make you happy, THEN DONT FUCKING WATCH IT.
Don’t you have anything else to do with your life than to scream about and shit on people who are trying their hardest to make you smile? Don’t you have anything you would rather do than to tell these creators that their work is awful, or means nothing to you? What sort of enjoyment do you get from putting other people down?
And if you actually like watching content, think about it. Suppose they fired every person that people think are annoying. Who would be left? There are always people who have senses of humor that you dont relate to. GET OVER IT.
Ian and Anthony, smosh games, and the squad make this content because they genuinely enjoy it. They cancel shows because they don’t like making them anymore. They create new shows or bring on new people because they WANT TO, and like working on/with them. If they brought back all the shows you like that they cancelled, or stopped doing the shows you personally dislike, they would not enjoy their work. The content is good because they put their all into it, because they are having fun and want to share that with you. If they didn’t like the content they produced, it would not be nearly as good, because they just don’t really enjoy it. And what would you do then? You would complain. Just like everything else, you would complain about the content not being as good.
You people are NEVER happy. And I am tired of it.
I regret scrolling down on any video, because all I see is negativity and hatred. Why can’t you take notes from Markiplier’s fans? From Jacksepticeye’s fans? Why can’t you accept that people change, that content changes, and that it isn’t the end of the fucking world if literally anything isn’t exactly to your liking? You’re a bunch of ungrateful bullies and brats.
And yes, I know there are good people here. I’ve seen funny and supportive comments. The people they show in meetup vids seem wonderful. The small Tumblr community are some of the nicest people I’ve seen from this fanbase. But to be honest? The loud minority speak over the quiet majority. And when it comes to such a large community? The minority is still HUGE.
If even some of you decided to maybe not post that hate comment, not tell that one member to quit or even kill themselves (yes, I’ve seen comments like that and they disturb me), if you decided to be a somewhat pleasant person for maybe once on this website, that could make a difference. If you chose to lift someone up, instead of putting them down, you could chose to spread some happiness in this group of people.
But you don’t.
You only spread hate. You whine and yell and complain, with no regard for the REAL PEOPLE behind the screen, with no respect for their work, with no thanks or gratefulness for the content you are allowed to view for free. And nothing. Ever. Changes.
So, I have a challenge for anyone who has seen this comment or even read this far.
Say something nice, about someone in the comments or someone in the video. Talk about what you liked. Talk about who you like. Talk about something nice, positive, and maybe brighten someone’s day.
Because if you are like me, and this frustrates you and sickens you, you WANT things to change. You want to make this a safe, positive place where we can enjoy the videos and talk to each other. And the only way to do that is to ACTUALLY DO SOMETHING.
And don’t give me that, "Oh, it’s the internet, trolls will be trolls! There’s always gonna be haters!” No. Absolutely not. Being online does not give you the excuse to be a horrible human being. And saying that only validates the thought processes of the people who are leaving this hate. This is something that NEEDS to change.
So, if you even somewhat enjoy Smosh; if you saw this comment, and it didn’t get completely swallowed by negativity; if you can take the time out of your day to be a nice person, DO SOMETHING KIND. Compliment someone. Make a nice joke. Comment about what you loved about this video, or literally ANYTHING good.
Please. Let’s try to turn this fandom into something good again. Love CAN beat hate. All we need are people who will try.
Tl;dr: This fandom is toxic and hateful. Please do something nice. It CAN make a difference.
Summary: The year is 1982, and Mr.Bereta’s spunky English class is given an assignment that causes a unique struggle for kids who might not know themselves as well as they thought they did.
Dedicated to: @daddymunge who stayed up until 2 am brainstorming and listening to all my ideas, plans, and thoughts for this. Love you, bitch.
A/N: I’m very excited to release this story to you all. I’m kinda proud of it! I’ve put a lot of time into this, and I really think you’re all gonna dig it. Stay tuned for pretty frequent updates on this story.
Warning (warnings change depending on the chapter): None
Words: 676 (probably the shortest you’re gonna see one of these chapters!)
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“It all starts with you.”
Mr.Bereta glided through the class with ease, between desks and chairs and puddles from the teenagers’ wet sneakers.
“At the beginning of the day, you’re you. At the end of the day, you’re you. For every little second-”
He rounded up at his desk, fists propped up on his sides and eyebrows raised.
The man radiated with confident authority.
“You are you.”
The kids glanced to each other, to the teacher, to the blank papers on their desks. They were slouched, tired, already done for the day within the first ten minutes of 1st period.
“So, that’s exactly what you’re assigned to write about.” He leaned over his desk. Mr.Bereta had a coffee stain on his shirt and a tilt to his glasses, but he managed to not look a bit ridiculous. He transcended embarrassment, you’d never catch him ashamed of anything.
“You’ll have a whole month.”
Suddenly the students got a little more awake.
“Wait-” Joven called out from his seat, already earning some eye rolls before he could even say what he needed to.
“A whole month, how long does this thing have to be?”
It was a good question.
“However long it needs to be.” Mr.Bereta simply shrugged.
Joven gave an amused look to his friends Matt and Dave. A look that pretty much said:
“ I’m gonna make this bitch 100 words ”
The two cordially returned the look, their intentions keenly lined up with their friend’s.
“No, come on, how long does this really have to be?” Keith asked, clearly already having a problem with this structure-lacking assignment. Noah snorted a laugh, adjusting his glasses lightly.
“However long it should take to explain…you. All of you.”
Keith suddenly got even more upset, but didn’t question it anymore, knowing the whole situation would only get more vague. He grimaced and scribbled something down in his planner.
“Are we gonna be allowed to work on this in class?” Mari Takahashi yanked at the sleeves of her baggy flannel, eyebrows raised high.
“You’ll work on it in your own time.”
Mari sighed quietly, twirling a piece of her hair around her pencil and already losing interest. Boze looked at Mari’s blank face closely, eyebrows furrowed at how she managed to not care so fast. It was impressive.
Boze glanced around and saw everyone else was paying some attention.
Even Flitz was interested, looking closely to the teacher for more information. Then again, he was widely known for being into this deep stuff.
“Are we being graded on like…effort? What are the guidelines here, Mr.Bereta.” Courtney crossed her arms, a genuinely curious look on her face.
Olivia tapped her long nails along her desk, and Wes admired the sound, trying to do it with his own fingers.
Maybe he should grow his own nails out…
“Well-” Mr. Bereta breathed.
Wes looked back up at the teacher, noticing his attention span had gotten to him again. He tried to listen.
“You’re being graded on your capability to express how you see yourself. You’ve all lived with yourselves for a while now, I’d imagine you have some idea.”
Damien and Shayne rushed into the classroom, books in hands and the distant sound of an angry hall monitor being silenced as they closed the door.
Everyone looked at them, somewhat expectantly.
“What’s upp?” Damien sang in a positively joking manner, sliding down into his seat. Mr.Bereta narrowed his eyes.
“We’re writing about who we are as people.” Keith spoke, voice low and unamused.
“Ooh, Flitz you’re into that deep stuff.” Shayne pointed out Flitz, who pointed right back at him with a big grin.
“Wait how many words?” Damien’s face hardened, and Mr.Bereta started to look just slightly defeated.
“Like, 100.” Matt shrugged with a smile, prompting Dave and Joven to snicker under their breath.
Damien grinned at the idea of such a short assignment, but Olivia quickly shook her head to dismiss Matt.
“As many as needed.” She corrected, making quotation marks with her fingers. Wes tilted his head at her nails, watching them closely.
“It’s simple, class. I just wanna know-” He clapped his hands together, exhaling heavily.