March, a former friend, Klaus, who worked with me on videos for my channel, put
a ‘callout post’ on Tumblr about me. The post contains logs of a conversation we
had after he came out to me that another friend had made him feel unsafe in skype
chats in late 2011.
I handled this
very poorly. I encourage you to read the logs Klaus has posted. [EDIT: You can find the post here. I originally did not link to it, because I was worried people would dogpile him, but on reflection if I’m saying you should read them it’s a mistake not to make them available, and I do not want to hide what I wrote.]
that there is a proper way to react when a person approaches you with a story like
the one he came to me with. It is always important to be kind to people who
trust you when they tell you they feel hurt. When this happened, I failed to do
this. Because I knew the person he was talking about, and I had been there at
the time for many of the conversations Klaus had been referring to, I immediately
went about investigating whether or not the claim was true. My first real response
to Klaus opening up to me about his fears was to tell him that I doubted him,
and to question if he was sure he was remembering things properly.
behaviour was wrong. I had the opportunity to respond with care and
understanding and instead my first instinct was to try to ‘check the facts’.
This is not a kind instinct, and it is not a good way of treating anyone,
especially a friend.
I write from
a position of privilege. I try my best to be a good person and see things from
a worthwhile perspective, but when it comes down to it I am a straight white man
living in a very secluded part of the UK where most people aren’t affected by the
worst of the problems I often talk about. I try to criticise the exact
perspective this can engender, but when this happened I didn’t even notice I
was acting it out myself. I failed to be compassionate to a friend who was
confiding in me. Even if everything Klaus had said had been untrue, it was still nothing short of cruel to respond the
way I did.
I want to be
a good ally and stand up for people who have been hurt, and I very clearly still
have a lot to learn from others. I wish I hadn’t needed to learn this lesson at
all in the first place. I know I have disappointed some people. I recently reached
out to my audience, asking people who have problems with aspects of my work to get
in touch and tell me what they feel I should do differently, and I want to
reaffirm that I read all of the messages that are sent to me, and take them
seriously. I lost a very good friend, someone who was and still is important to
me, because I failed to live up to the principles I believe in, and I do not
want that to hurt anyone like that again.
A couple of
other members of the community have shared the callout post and their
disappointment with what I wrote. I am heartened by this behaviour –it’s good that people in our little corner of
the internet are willing to criticise people’s actions, especially when they otherwise
agree with them or like their work or share their goals, and especially when that
person is me. This is exactly the sort of community I want to be a part of, and
I hope I can do right by it in my work.
I’ve made a
lot of mistakes in my life, and how I dealt with Klaus’ feelings is a big one. I
was a bad friend to someone who deserved to be treated better, and can never
undo that – but I can, and will, do better in the future.
for taking the time to read this. I can never apologise enough to Klaus. I don’t
expect him to forgive me. His post relates that he shared this story because he
wants me to do better in the future, and to grow as a person, and at the very
least I hope it’s clear that I want to live up to his, and your, expectations
So the blog has reached 1000 followers somehow?? Yes, hello, hi- um, the blog has been a bit silent lately due to me suffering with exams but I hope you’re enjoying yourselves?? (I’ll probably be more active here from now on, since exams are over now, so hooray for productivity!)
With that said… I’m not sure what to do to celebrate? A stream? Raffle? Something else?? I dunno, feel free to hit me with suggestions! Seriously, haha. I’m much too indecisive ;v;
And that’s all! Thank you for following me, it really means a lot that people want to see more of these weird kids ;v;
A/N: So this has a character introduced in to it that we have seen in Season 8 but she’ll probs be better explained in the next part! Just FYI. Song mentioned is MOVE by Luke Bryan. And yeah… I think that’s It lol. One more part to go!
You honest to god had no idea where you were. It had been
over a month since you had left the bunker, and you had been on autopilot ever
since. You never stayed in a town to long, frequently picking up your clothes
off of shitty motel floor and shrugged them on, escaping the “conquest” of the
previous night and praying to whatever high being that the dude wouldn’t wake
up as you made your way out. It had become a routine. Drive. Eat. Drink. Dance.
Sex. Sleep. Drive. And so the cycle went.
fandom: monsta x member/reader: wonho, female genre/warning(s): smut, sub!wonho, gagging length: 2K+ summary: [request] wonho has been bugging y/n for ? sex or attention or something for awhile and y/n is like BRO i have exams Pleas. and then she finally gets fed up w his behavior and let’s him have it a/n: i haven’t written in long and behind by like 7 fics, so many thanks for bearing with my lack of motivation (read: minhyuk in antler ears ruined my whole life)
Summary: It’s Unity Day and reader has been looking forward spending some time with Bellamy, but instead he is having fun with Clarke. Reader gets jealous and gets into the fight with him. Then she goes with him, Raven, hercbest friend, and Jasper on the mission as the backup for Clarke and she gets hurt.
writing prompt - pharmercy, angela is a very flirty drunk
Just a quick note: constructive criticism is always welcome and appreciated!!
“Want me all to yourself, hmm?” Angela coos as she’s led out of the party and into the warm night air. The grip around her waist tightens for a just a moment before she hears a throat clearing.
“I thought you could use some fresh air,” Fareeha says, eyes forward. After a few drinks, Angela didn’t realize that the woman she was flirting with had a fuming boyfriend just a few feet away. When Fareeha saw him crack his knuckles, she thought it best to intervene. The shirt she’s wearing is new, and she doesn’t want it stained with a jealous fool’s blood.
Angela hums and dips her head back, eyes falling shut as she stretches her arms over her head. “You look nice tonight, Fareeha,” she says, eyes opening into a smolder.
Fareeha swallows as she watches Angela give her a slow and obvious once over. She adjusts the collar of her shirt and stuffs her hands in her pockets. Praise in general makes her uncomfortable, and it’s increased by a factor of ten coming from Angela.
“Sleeveless suits you.” Angela kicks off the wall and steps forward. “May I?”
Fareeha has no idea what she’s asking permission for, but nods anyway. Angela smiles wide, almost arrogant, as if she knew she’d get her way. Fareeha would find it frustrating if it wasn’t so lovely. Pale fingers stretch out to caress to caress a dark bicep, firm even when relaxed. Angela has touched Fareeha many a time, hands careful and gentle as she patches a stray bullet wound or wraps a workout injury. Always it sends a thrill up Fareeha’s spine, fills her already clouded mind with images and fantasies and desires. Tonight, Fareeha is not alone in this. And she knows by the way Angela rakes her teeth over her plump bottom lip. Her thumb traces over a vein, squeezes gently, and slides upwards to her shoulder.
“Funny thing about nanobots,” she says, taking a step closer. “They filter alcohol out of your system as well. At an accelerate pace.” Angela smiles but Fareeha is lost in those eyes. Hopeful, worried, deeper than Fareeha can ever dream of discovering but she would spend her lifetime trying. “So here I am, finding myself suddenly sober and without the liquid courage to dare any farther. Tell me, Fareeha, what should I do?”
Fareeha blinks. Her tongue feels listless in her mouth and sounds are deafened by the hammering of her heart in her ears. She hopes she’s not screaming and stuttering when she says, “You should let me take over.”
Angela sighs at the feel of Fareeha’s hand sliding around her waist. Better than she had imagined. And she’s grateful that she’s no longer drunk, because she wants her senses keen for this moment she’s wanted for months. Fareeha pulls her in close, elegant neck dipping down as Angela rises on her toes. The only alcohol between them rests on Angela’s tongue, and Fareeha finds she quite likes the taste.
“He said I wasn’t good
at it.” Raven’s face fell and she stared ahead, looking off the edge of the
tower into the skyline in the distance. Her stomach turned and her heart felt
heavy in her chest, as if it was pressing too hard against the delicate bone of
her ribcage. “I… I told him he was my first kiss and he just… you know, made that comment. I was so embarrassed.”
You’ll find part one pretty fast but If not, this au has the tag #calm!Lance
There is this small thing, i am pro polydins, shaladin and shit like that because I myself am poly, but that is beside the point. What I want to say is please, please tell me what pairing i should do (i can try writing almost anything.) Because I am curious and undecided!!!
Anyway, here goes nothing:
Lance knew that he shouldn’t have said that, but the look in Pidge’s eyes stopped him from lying.
He sighted and got out of the shower to dry himself. The discussion they were going to have was going to be a lang and straining one. Thankfully, he knew how to handle it, looks like scolding his siblings paid out after all. True, his siblings made up on their own, but they weren’t stuck living with six other (somewhat) strangers on a castle ship in fucking space in the middle of a war.
He put on some strange pjs made of Altean Silk. He liked how they felt on his skin and that they had long sleeves. He knew that If he wanted to get his point across he needed to wear something serious and the Altean pjs were perfect for being slightly intimidating.
Lance made his way to the common room and stopped in front of the door. He didn’t want to this but no one else seemed to be able. He took a deep breath.
“Let’s get this over with.”
The door opened.
It seemed like the temperature drppend a few degrees as Lance entered the room. Everyone was in there, all nice and clean. He walked slowly to middle of the room.
He cleared his throat and looked pointedly at Keith. The boy looked at the ground embarassed, but got up to walk in front of Lance.
“Pidge?” The small girl got up and stood next to Keith. Lance sighted mentally, he knew he made a mistake by dismissing Pidge’s mistake so quickly and he couldn’t let that go to her head. “I know I said nobody blames you but you still made a grave mistake. I want you to know that and think before doing something so careless again, okay?” Hm, good enough.
“Yes, Lance” She said and turned to face the others. “I appologise for not consulting with the team and charging recklessly in the enemy base.” Huh, would you look at that … Lance was surprised in a good way, he didn’t expect her to appologise. That little girl was making him prouder and prouder everyday.
Pidge turned back to him. Lance was smiling. Pidge loves that smile, it wasn’t a grin or a smirk or forced… No, it was a real smile, Lance looked wonderful like that. And if she could ne the reason he smiled like that then damn she’d do anything.
“I am very proud of you right now, Pidge. I understand it is hard to appologise (i am sure i write this word wrong pls correct me).” Lance turned to Keith.
Pidge felt bad for him, she knew he had good reasons to yell at her. And she understood that the stress of the missionsand being stuck in space was taking a toll on all af them.
Keith turned to her and looked right into her eyes. He seemed sad and regretful, but the main emotion in his eyes was concern.
“I am sorry for yelling at you. It was really hypocritic of me to yell, since probably I would’ve done the same thing. I was just really worried about you and the others.” Keith scratched the back of his neck. Then he turned back to Lance and took a deep breath. “But i am more sorry for yelling at you Lance, and saying those hurtful words…” Lance opened his mouth to stop him, but Keith didn’t let him. “ And i hope you can forgive me. And even if you don’t… Please tell me the truth. Promise?” He held his pinky out and Lance flinched at the sudden movement. But he smiled sadly (he does that a lot, Pidge wished he didn’t).
“I’m not mad at you, Keith, but sure,” he linked his pinky with Keith’s. “Promise.”
“When you repeated what I said, that you’re useless, do you really believe that?“
Everyone tensed. They talked about this before. Well, Pidge asked him and he said he will talk to them about that later, but this was Keith who was asking, and Keith is the one who started this mess.
Lance sighted, he didn’t really want to talk about this. “Yes, Keith, I think I’m useless…” Keith intrerrupted him nu grabbing his shoulders and screaming in his face.
“YOU’RE NOT USELESS! I WAS ANGRY AND FRUSTRATED AND I WANTED TO HURT YOU! I DON’T MEAN IT. I-” Lance stopped him by taking his hands and walking him to couch.
“ Look, I said I think I’m useless. Not that I am. I know that even if I am not a leader like Shiro, a great mechanic and cook like Hunk, a hacker like Pidge or an amazing fighter-slash-pilot like you, I can still be something. Maybe I don’t know what I do yet, but I will find out.”
Pidge tugged on Lance’s robe. “ But what makes you think you’re less than any of us?” Her eyes were staring holes in the ground.
Lance looked around at the others and sighted for what seemed to be the thirteenth time that day. “Sit down everyone, this is going to be a long story.”
The Paladins and the two Alteans sat down around him, on couch, or on the ground in front of him, even in his lap, in Pidge’s case.
Summary: Natalie decides to ask Joe about his failed marriage only for him to ignore the question and storm off. POV: Hoesph Characters: Joe Merriweather, Natalie Word Count: 2535 Author’s Note: Nope, it isn’t what it looks like. I literally have no clue on what to do in the next chapter.I lied I figured it out last night. Enjoy! Quote: “Rub me in the right spot and I’ll make all your dreams and wishes come true.”