these are their real accounts okay

sonic-rider replied to your post “should i make a vrchat account”

okay but real talk, i spent two hours on there and I kept getting called a trap and men kept asking to see my dick and there was a LOT of racism and people who honest to god thought that there weren’t girls on the internet so like… careful. it can get nasty.

((hhhhh oof yeah thats. hmm. shit sorry all that happened to ya thats genuinely awful. thank you for the heads up, i’ll be careful.))


I keep seeing comments about how idols don’t have the right to complain or feel sad because they’re “celebrities” who are “rich”. Honestly, that makes me really mad. Idols are humans too. They have their own thoughts, emotions, and feelings. They’re not perfect, just like us, and that’s okay. I understand that some people may not like some idols for certain reasons. However, that does NOT give you the right to be leaving hateful/hurtful comments on their social media accounts or music videos. 

The idea that mental illnesses are not real needs to stop. Mental health issue is very much a real and serious issue. Idols have their own problems and struggles that we fans will never know about unless we become idols ourselves. You can’t just go around telling them how to feel or what to do because you have this particular view of them. They’re always under constant pressure to be “perfect” and that’s already hard enough on them. They do NOT need any hateful/hurtful comments to read. For all you know, those words could be the last straw.

Ever since the devastating news about Jonghyun was announced, I keep seeing those terrible comments about him and other idols. That’s why I decided to make this post talking about just a few idols who talk about these issues. Isn’t one death enough for you all?? How many deaths does there need to be until you realize that this is a serious issue that needs to be handled delicately? Why do you have to continue to criticize idols and tell them to go die just because they’re not doing/didn’t do something exactly the way you want them to? Why do you make their mental health issues invalid simply just because they’re celebrities? Remember that these idols are human beings too. Think before you post, comment, or say anything. Once you say it, it cannot be taken back. Don’t say something that you’ll regret later on. This goes for any mental health issues regarding a human being, idol or not.

Let mcr die. Let mcr finally be at fucking peace. Stop stirring shit up. Stop getting people’s hopes up. mcr is gone, accept it, and celebrate it for what it was.

Lockers - Peter Parker

request -  hey, welcome to tumblr ! great username XD i was wondering if you could do a scenario where the reader was in the elevator then as spiderman pulls her up, she recognizes his voice then the next day, she confronts peter in at school, in an empty classroom and says she knows who he is and then hugs him out of nowhere and so much fluff ugh. thank you and i wish you the best with the blog !

a/n - i went through many different plots/settings with this fic so it took a while but, writing this was really fun. it sort of become rly super duper long so i apologize for that LOL and hopefully the fluff isn’t a flop like me but don’t forget to request a peter parker/spider-man fic if you’d like and follow!

The elevator began to shake even more, dropping one more time before I felt as if our fate was waiting for us down at the bottom floor. The broken glass made it hard to stand up, but what was even worse was that I was the only one left in the doomed elevator.

“Grab onto my hand!” The officer shouted at me, extending his arm to be the best way he could. I tried to desperately to reach it, but I couldn’t. The mix of adrenaline and fear had struck my body to the max.

“Sir, I-I can’t.” I cried, my heart breaking even more. Just then, the elevator went down another foot, and I felt my back press up against the tarnished wall. All I could hear was the harsh beat of my heart and the yells for help from the people up top.

“(Y/N) please! Try again!” I heard Liz yell from above. The situation had become to surreal to me that I almost became numb to it, with what could happen in a matter of seconds not scaring me as much as it should be.

Before I could register anything else, the sound of glass breaking snapped me back into reality. But surprisingly, it wasn’t from the elevator.

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anonymous asked:

Ok I’m desperate to know, what’s the full story of the author of my immortal? I though Rose Christi was confirmed to have written it???

I went to go play video games for a few hours and when I came back my post about this had gained over 16k notes and I had a bunch of messages in my inbox identical to this one where tf have you people been. anyway.

I’m going to go over the events to the best of my ability according to what I remember but it’s gonna get long and shittily written so.

a little background: My Immortal is a notoriously bad Harry Potter (and also possible Back to the Future and Star Wars crossover) fanfiction that was published on in 2006 by someone under the name Tara Gilesbie. it’s a pretty blatant self-insert fic of a teenage girl living out her fantasy of being a sexy vampire who all the hot guys fight over and there’s time travel and it’s fucking batshit and the writing becomes more and more illegible as the story goes on and I love every part of it. it’s hilarious and a great insight into the mind of the author (regardless of whether Tara Gilesbie was actually a teenage girl who wrote the fic in seriousness, or if it was a parody and Tara is a character herself). many people have speculated over the years that it is a trollfic but I’ve always disagreed; the main reason people think this is because the genre has become so diluted with its own parodies of My Immortal that it seems to blend in with all the parodies and thus seems like a joke to the average person (see: this trope). it’s unlikely for My Immortal to be a parody because before My Immortal, there were no fanfics quite like it. bad fanfiction was an entirely different type of thing. also. every single person from age 10 to 18 I knew on the internet in 2006 wrote exactly like this. so I think My Immortal is genuine. but I digress.

chapter 44 of My Immortal ended with a cliffhanger and then the fic never updated again. since then, many people have claimed to have been the writer but nobody has ever been able to provide concrete proof. until September of 2017, over ten years after the fic was published, Tara Gilesbie’s account updated with a message letting everyone know that she was okay and that the main reason she never went back to her account is because it was hacked. she also briefly mentioned she had a tumblr, but didn’t give the name. people found it though.

the tumblr url was rosechristo1 and her real name was apparently Rose Chriso and she’s a published author whose books can be bought on Amazon. according to her tumblr, she was a Native American lesbian in her late 20s. she was super nice to everyone who interacted with her, was an abuse survivor but was recovering smoothly, blogged and wrote about activism - it all seemed too good to be true. and most of all, she was writing a memoir about My Immortal called “Under the Same Stars: The Search for My Brother and the True Story of My Immortal” that was going to be published in May of 2018.

according to Christo, My Immortal started out as stupid fun between her and her friend Raven, but as it became more and more popular, she started using it as a means of trying to reach her brother by putting little shoutouts in there. when people asked her for proof, she stated that in the process of trying to get her memoir published, she was vetted by a lawyer over the course of three days in order to prove her authenticity, and provided things like a flash drive with the original fanfiction on it, the original email account that was linked to her account, etc. even though she never actually provided any of this information to the public, it seemed pretty legit considering how she was getting her book published and all. and everyone just decided to believe that she was indeed the true author of My Immortal. either way, we’d find out for sure when the book was published the following year. right?

it’s around this time that a thread emerges on Kiwifarms by someone claiming to be Rose Christo’s brother - the same brother that she had tried to get in touch with through her fanfiction. but before I go into detail, it must first be noted that Kiwifarms is a notoriously bad website that basically serves as a platform for members of the alt-right to harass, slander, and gang up on marginalized people. so under normal circumstances, as with everything from that website, it should have been ignored EXCEPT for the fact that Rose Christo herself not only acknowledged the existence of the thread but also claimed that the original poster was indeed her brother, and she made several public attempts to contact him.

in the thread, he stated that she was lying about many things, including her race. he said they were both “white as snow” and that she was delusional about being Native and had made up all the stuff about her being abused by her family in the past (here we get into a lot of touchy stuff because of gaslighting and also ofc someone’s appearance is not an indication of their race, and according to Rose Christo they are half siblings and that her father was the one who was Native, but she never knew him so that’s why her brother had no knowledge of this) it’s clear that they hadn’t actually talked in years, and did not have a good relationship, which is weird because some things Rose Christo said previously suggested that she was in touch with her brother (stuff like “my brother is okay” and “he is too hard on himself sometimes even though he is amazing”)

her brother had allegedly been informed about the memoir via the Buzzfeed article which stated that the book was about her writing My Immortal AS an attempt to find her brother who was in foster care. her brother says this was not true and that he was never in foster care and that he felt manipulated and used, and that she was making up a sob story in order to sell books. then Rose Christo stated she never claimed her brother was in foster care - the person who wrote the Buzzfeed article was misinformed, and all she said was that she and her brother were separated when they were younger and were raised by different people. so either she lied, or it was a huge misunderstanding between her and Buzzfeed.

around the time things started falling apart, Rose Christo announced that her memoir publication was cancelled and would never be published. the reason for this was apparently that she had photomanipulated legal documents to protect the integrity of the real people she wrote about in her book. since she was branded a liar, everything fell through. but as others have pointed out, this would not have necessarily been a reason to cancel her book, and that publishing companies actually encourage the changing of real names for legal reasons and why would she give up so easily when this was her chance at a bestseller and blah blah. so either it was worse or more complicated than she let on, or she had to come up with an excuse not to go through with publication since there was someone who knew the truth and could ruin her career. things were crazy. she deleted all her accounts and disappeared off of social media. and that’s that. for now.

it got really strange and there’s a lot of info and drama but when all is said and done, Rose Christo was never actually able to provide any concrete proof that she was Tara Gilesbie. it was a huge mess.

Missed Connection

Stiles/Derek, 1.5K words, Rated G, AU, Meet Cute

I heard this story on NPR this morning and of course, couldn’t resist Sterek-ing it. 

Stiles yawned, burped, and stood up. “Okay, I’m heading out.”

Kira pouted and leaned against his thigh. “Aw. You sure?”

“Yeah, definitely.” Stiles was still drunk, but it was fading and he didn’t really feel like drinking any more. “But you should stay, I’ll just take an Uber by myself.”

“Okay.” Kira yawned and flopped in the other direction, against Allison, who patted her absently on the knee. “I might stay here.”

“Text me if you do,” he said, waving, and she gave him a clumsy thumbs up. Stiles picked his way out of the house party, dodging games of beer pong as he dug his phone out of his pocket. He opened the Uber app with a grimace—three a.m. on the Saturday of Halloween weekend probably meant long wait times and/or surge pricing—but was pleasantly surprised to see only a five-minute wait.

By the time Stiles went to the bathroom and said goodbye to a couple of people, Rachel was idling by the curb in her promised red Camry. “Hello!” he said cheerfully as he climbed into the backseat, and she smiled at him in the rearview mirror.

“Hey. Happy Halloween.”

“What’s the weirdest costume you’ve seen tonight?” he asked, and she laughed.

“Let’s see…earlier I had a girl in a very large, very realistic-looking squid costume.”

Stiles laughed. “Awesome.”

“We’ve got one pick-up on the way,” Rachel said, and Stiles yawned as he rested his cheek against the cool glass of the window.

“No problem.”

They only drove for a few minutes before Rachel glided to a stop at a corner. The other backseat door opened, and a tall guy startled as he ducked down into the car.

Stiles grinned. “Are you scared of clowns?”

“No.” The guy rolled his eyes and settled into the seat, stretching out his long legs.

“Are you sure? My costume’s pretty great.”

“It is,” he admitted. “But I’m also not scared of clowns.”

Stiles scratched at his wig. This guy was seriously hot, broad-shouldered and dark-haired, and Stiles temporarily wished that he wasn’t dressed as a freaky clown. “So what are you supposed to be?”

The guy tilted his head, raised one admittedly-magnificent eyebrow, and gestured at himself. “A lumberjack.”

The duh went unspoken, and Stiles gave him a flat look. “Seriously? So let me guess, you grabbed a plaid shirt out of your closet and didn’t shave for like 36 hours.”

“Are you shaming me for my dedication to my costume right now?”

“Your lack of dedication,” Stiles corrected. “And yes, yes I am.”

“I can tell that you really care a lot about Halloween.”

“Uh, yes I do. The sanctity of Halloween is to be respected, and you’re in clear violation of that right now.”

The lumberjack hummed and scratched at his dumb, beautiful lumberjack beard. “So what’s the punishment for such an egregious violation?”

Stiles made a show of thinking about it. “Being made fun of by me. And Rachel,” he added.

“I think your costume is fine,” Rachel piped in, and Stiles threw up his hands.

“Ouch. Wow, such a betrayal, Rachel, honestly. I was here first, does that not count for anything anymore?”

The lumberjack laughed and shifted in his seat so he was facing Stiles. “My friend showed up at the party I was at as an accountant. And that’s his job in real life, so he just wore his normal clothes.”

“Okay, that’s worse,” Stiles admitted. “But it still doesn’t mean that you’re off the hook.”

“Darn,” he said, his tone as dry as a bone. “You know, my greatest goal is to be in your good graces.”

Stiles huffed. “As it should be.”

The car stopped again, and the lumberjack unbuckled his seatbelt. “Bye, Pennywise,” he said, then waved toward the front seat. “Thanks, have a good night.”

Rachel waved back, and Stiles stared shamelessly out the window as the lumberjack took the stairs two at a time up to his building. “Wow,” he said absently. “I should’ve asked for his number, huh? He was hot.”

“He was,” Rachel agreed. “And he was totally flirting with you.”

Stiles tipped his head back against the seat and groaned.

Kira shuffled through their front door around noon. “Please tell me that there’s coffee.”

“Of course!” Stiles called out from his spot on the couch. He’d woken up with only a minor headache, miraculously, which had been swiftly taken care of by an egg sandwich and two cups of coffee.

Kira sat down next to him, cradling her giant coffee mug against her chest as gently as she would a baby, and gestured to the small pile of flyers on their coffee table. “What’s this?”

“My, uh, morning project,” he said, handing her one.

“I was Pennywise,” Kira read, “and you were a low-effort lumberjack. We met in the back of an Uber at three a.m. last night, and I’m kicking myself for not asking for your number. Text me the name of our driver if you’d like to get a drink sometime, I swear I’m handsome under all the makeup.”

Kira started cracking up, and Stiles grinned. “You like it?”

“That’s amazing. So you met a lumberjack last night?”

Stiles nodded. “He was hilarious. And really attractive. And our driver thought he was flirting with me, so y’know, take from that what you will.”

Kira laughed again. “Where are you gonna put them up?”

“He got dropped off first, he lives just a few blocks from here. So I’ll just do that block, probably. That’s not too creepy, is it?”

Kira hummed. “No. It’d be creepy if you, like, knocked on the door of his building. But this is cute. And he can just ignore it if he wants to.”

“Okay.” Stiles collected up the flyers and reached for the stapler. “Wish me luck, then.”

Stiles got a bunch of random texts that afternoon, most that either wished him luck or just said “lol.” His phone buzzed again around six p.m., and he dove for it, like he’d been doing all day.

Now my whole neighborhood knows that I didn’t put much effort into my costume, so thank you for that.

Stiles grinned down at his phone like an idiot. He saved the number in his phone as “The Lumberjack,” even before the second text came through.

(Her name was Rachel, by the way.)

That’s your fault, dude. If you’d had a better costume, I wouldn’t have had to publicly shame you.

I got invited to a party last minute! I didn’t have many options.

Then you should have unbuttoned the plaid and at least gone as a SEXY lumberjack.

Ah. Next year, then.

No, next year I’ll be inviting you to a Halloween party with plenty of advance notice. So you should start brainstorming now.

I’ll have to ask you for advice.

So will I seem too forward if I ask you for a drink tonight?

I literally printed flyers and put them up outside your building, I really don’t think you have to worry about “forward.”

That bar on the corner at 8?

Dude, I will be there with bells on.

And I’ll be able to recognize you by the costume?

Very funny.

Stiles stopped outside of the bar at 8:02 and hopped up and down a couple times, trying to shake the nervousness out. He’d been giving himself a pep talk for the whole walk over, and he almost believed it.

Worst case scenario, the guy was just fucking with him, and then Stiles would have a funny story to tell. Best case, he’d get to kiss a cute guy, and Stiles was comfortable with those odds.

After one last deep breath, Stiles pulled the door open. He shrugged out of his coat and scanned the bar. He spotted the guy almost instantly, sitting in the corner and half-facing the door. The lumberjack beard was trimmed down a little bit and the plaid shirt had been replaced by a henley, but otherwise he looked exactly the same. And exactly as handsome as Stiles had remembered, score.

Once he was halfway across the bar, their eyes met. Stiles felt it, the same connection he felt in the car last night, and he swallowed.

“Hey,” he called out, once he was within earshot, and the guy smiled at him. “Sorry if you were expecting Pennywise.”

The guy stood and moved his coat off the bar stool next to him, gesturing to it. “This version is much nicer,” he said sincerely, and Stiles huffed out a laugh, ducking his head.

“So I fully plan to keep calling you ‘The Lumberjack’ in my head, but I should probably also know your real name,” he blurted out, and the guy laughed. There were dimples underneath the beard, and Stiles was going to die.

“Derek.” He held his hand out, and Stiles shook it.

“Stiles. Very nice to meet you again.”

ARTISTS BEWARE [the short version]

it was suggested to me that i ought to make a short version of this post for convenient reblogging. please read the original post original post or check my geekycomtv tag if that link is broken.

Avoid collaborations with dubious monetized YouTube channel GeekyComTV

I’ve held my tongue about this channel for almost a month and I can’t frickin’ do it anymore. This is a call out post.

To make a long story short, this user has been posting videos for over a year now, using miraculous art. Although in some cases he has asked permission to repost, he began monetizing [making money off of] his videos at some point without notifying any of the artists.

None of the artists agreed to monetization.

@maristoryart is only one of many artists that reported him upon finding the monetization, but for some reason, Geeky has focused on her as the reason his channel is being reported [for a second time at least, since this isn’t the first account he has lost]…

GeekyComTV’s creator has resorted to blackmail, to defamation, to actual threats, and finally to identity theft, in an attempt to bully mari and others into complying with his wishes.

It’s gross and it is NOT okay.

[^^^ just 20 of the 200+ videos being monetized]

[WHY? part 2: the long version]
And now the entire thing. Strap in and get ready to get real damn mad…

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PayPal? No thanks.

My dear, darling, beautiful SBs. If you’re unable to get cash payment, and you think PayPal is your only option, please stop and read below, my dears.

Make a fake Gmail, or if your sugar email is a gmail, you’re a step ahead. Use your real phone number for security, it’s okay. Really.

Now, once you get that account set up with your sugar name, normal phone, and sugar email, add on Google Wallet to your sugar email account. Connect it to your debit card. When you want your SD to send you money, give him the email, that’s all he needs. Nothing personal shows at all. On the bank statement, once you “claim” the payment to be put into your account, it just refers to the payment on your bank statement as “Google*Wallet” or something like that. And on your SD’s bank statement, it shows something similar.

No personal info.
Just give him that email and get your money.

(Sadly this is only available in US and U.K.)

Also apparently Connor was originally in good for you? Like that would’ve been so important because 1) even Evan’s conscience/Connor would’ve been holding him accountable (semi but still ill post about that later kay?)
And 2) like this would have been a gigantic tipping point (bigger than it already was) because throughout the whole thing, Evan is convincing himself that he’s helping, that the Murphy’s need this, that he’s making things better etc…
But like here, even Connor aka Evan’s mind/thoughts are like this is not okay and, (forgetting that this Connor isn’t real for a sec) this would’ve been Connor calling Evan out and being pissed that Evan used his suicide to make his own life better I’m just very upset rn (Video creds to dear.evan.fansen on insta)

Context: Our party had just beaten an iron golem after a difficult battle, all members surviving the encounter.

DM (ooc and shocked): Okay, um… you- you weren’t actually supposed to fight it. You were supposed to either run away, or possibly [weird, convoluted, non-stabby, problem-solving thing]. I’m honestly surprised you’re all still alive.

Me (ooc): In the six in-real-life years you have been DMing for us, when have we EVER run from a fight?

DM (ooc): In retrospect, I should have accounted for that.

(and then we leveled twice for doing something that should have been a tpk and surviving)

What’s up, it’s Alexei!

When Ngozi posted this picture yesterday of young post-draft Tater “trying his darnedest to answer press questions in English,” I thought, “You know, I could make a play fic out of that.” Which is what led to the following 2700+ words about Tater and his ESL tutor.

Many, many thanks to @ktheunready for being my Russian authenticity consultant and beta!

Georgia Martin stood at the back of the media scrum and watched Alexei Mashkov stumble his way through his post-draft interview, saw the way his fingers kneaded the brim of the brand-new Falconers’ cap he’d been handed for the initial official photos, saw the way his eyes widened and stayed intently glued to whoever was asking him a question, like he was afraid he’d miss some key bit of meaning if he blinked.

She pulled out her phone and made a call.


«No, Mama, I promise, my room is very nice. The family is very nice. Everything is very…»

«Let me guess, nice? »

Alexei sighed. «Yes.»

«You know I don’t doubt you, right, Alyosha? I’m not worried you can’t do this. You will be fine. But I know this is your first time to live in another country, with none of the boys from your teams here. It can be… hard, sometimes. I know.»

«Yeah, Mama, I know. You told me.»

«Are you telling me you’ve heard the stories of my youth too many times?» she asked in mock outrage.

«No, no!» he laughed. «Of course not.»

«Good. I should think not.» He could picture her face exactly, and it made him smile. «I’m glad your host family seems nice, Alyosha. I’m sure you will have many friends in no time.»

He flopped back on the bed again and stared at the ceiling. «I hope so.»

«We’ll talk again soon. Love you, son.»

«Love you, too.»

He hung up and let his phone rest on his chest. He’d been to America before. He’d thought he’d known what it would be like, that it wouldn’t be so bad. Different, yes, but there would be so many interesting new things to see, and new teammates, and he certainly knew how to play hockey. What he had failed to take into account, apparently, was how exhausting it was to try to function in English all day. For a US hockey team, the Falconers’ roster was shockingly low on Russian players, so his host family was one of the French Canadian ones. To their credit, they did speak some Russian, but it was hardly enough to have a real conversation. Alexei felt like he’d been practically mute all day.

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3453241342  asked:

Instead of blamecalling people for not voting for Clinton please figure out why this happened

Oh, okay. Let me give it a try! I’ll keep it nice and simple for you, account-that-is-totally-real-and-sincere!

See, after the primaries, we have two candidates to choose for president. There will be other candidates running, of course, but one of these two will be the president.

This past election, we had a clear choice between a qualified but flawed woman, and a completely unqualified conman. 

Oh, but here’s where it gets sticky! A substantial number of voters didn’t get their way in the primaries, so rather than vote against putting a dangerously unqualified conman into the White House, they had their little temper tantrums. 

So I can figure out precisely why this happened. A bunch of goddamn emotional toddlers didn’t care that so much was at stake in this past presidential election, and now they get to stand around being smug and self-righteous while the adults in the room try to minimize the damage that they helped cause.


(´;ω;`) Hey everybirdie. Today is a sad day, imah sincerely sorry but i’ll need ur help…

This is an art reposter. From the category ‘’ i don’t credit the artists ,i’m doin’ it and i dun’ care about the consequences of my acts. ” 

I talked to them, multiple times.They eventually blocked me and i’m completely out of ideas now. (T~T;。)


What happened ? 

One day,i shared an artwork on twitter. That was some lemon septiplier that i regretted so much that i deleted 30 minutes after posting it. I asked to everyone to noooot repost it anywhere. Too bad,this person did it.Their friends shared the picture without telling them to not repost it. No prob’ .that’s okay,I told them and they took my picture down. However, when i started to ask to take down all the other pictures not credited...things started to get…problematic.  (๑ १д१)

A lot of artworks are daily reposted on this fan account. @konoira, @smollerei  @suke1234 , @some-youtubes​ , @kihori​ ,@floatingmegane-san​ ect… 

Sfw and Nsfw are publically reposted without the consent of anybirdie.

I’ve engaged ¾ times a conversation with them (once a week/two weeks) and they never rly listened to my warnings.Only promises. No real act.

 After my warnings, they were starting to repost things again and again. 1 and half month passed and my patience running out. I thought that was enough. that’s why i’m askin’ ur help.

What i would consider to do :

  • Comment the reposted artworks. Tell them what they’re doing bad. Why it’s not respectful towards the artists. no hate. Just explain.
  • If you kno’ some artists .comment their name, if not, ask septiplier.trash to take down the art.
  • Report the account .

Don’t forget. ONE RULE:

No hate.

This is clearly someone who doesn’t want to hurt anybirdie. They like the septiplier community , want to entertain them and keep their fan blog active. they think it’s too hard to credit the artists so they don’t.However it’s not optional. 

 I don’t want to ruin the life of this person. i guess they have life issues and want some attention but today they also need to respect ppl as we respect them.  


Spread the love,think by yourself and neveh forget to respect  everyone. \(@;◇;@)/ 

You can also link them my post ‘cause i don’t want to talk to them anymoar. When someone makes me waste my time,my patience, don’t respect my art friends and block me when i tried to help. it’s not possibru anymoar.

40 or 4000 fans for a repost account? this is not acceptable. Nothin’ against this person but respect is respect and today, it’s enough. 

-thanks to @owlyabun and @reikiwie-art for the screenshots and support !

Your favorite authors are being threatened...

…and no one wants to take it seriously. (by me, a RQ blog)

Earlier this morning, various threats to beloved NYT bestselling authors like Victoria Aveyard, Leigh Bardugo, and Cassandra Clare came into the light on Twitter.

It started with NYT bestselling author of the Red Queen series, Victoria Aveyard ( @vaveyard ) retweeting this photo of a threat she had received in hopes of getting Twitter to do something about the threat (this is not the first time she has been threatened/harassed on the website)

*the second photo is not Aveyard, she was not physically hurt

Aveyard’s response: “Well at least now we all know what to do. Torn bc they clearly want the attention but I also want this recorded and seen. Blegh. No apologies necessary, guys. The fault is not with us. Twitter needs to do better to protect users from serial harassers. This bleeds into the issues with stan twitter. We get threats like this, be they real or “jokes.” We can’t differentiate. We don’t know you. You can’t support women defending against their harassers while also perpetuating a culture of harassment for your own entertainment. We see you making snide jokes about our weight and our worth and our humanity so you can giggle with each other. It’s not great but okay. But a direct threat? Come on. You can’t do that & cry abuse when the person you are threatening to harm responds. Twitter isn’t a vacuum.“

Twitter took awhile to suspend the account, and at first notified Aveyard that “there was no violation of Twitter’s Rules regarding abusive behavior” which led to many fans reporting the account even more and tweeting at Twitter directly to provide better care against threats. 

Aveyard’s final response to fans: “Again, account finally suspended. But the person is just going to make another. Thanks for all the reporting, people. It means a lot.”

Aveyard later was defending fellow author Leigh Bardugo ( @lbardugo ),  NYT bestselling author of Six of Crows, Crooked Kingdom, and the Grisha trilogy, after ‘fans’ claimed Bardugo would “come after [them] with her cane”

Aveyard’s response: “Not interested in calling out people but definitely want to highlight how ugly this behavior is. What is the goal here? Where is your shame? …can we just acknowledge there is something incredibly broken if anyone thinks this is acceptable?”

Bardugo herself responded to the multiples claims on herself and other fellow authors about the ridiculousness of the level of harassment and how it indeed must be taken seriously, as well as why the authors are rightfully concerned.

Bardugo’s response: “This is some spectacular gaslighting. Let me explain the difference since you guys are creating false equivalences… and I do this knowing that there’s no way to “win.” You guys have decided that somehow, by calling out a vile threat, we’re the bullies. What were the consequences to the OP? She told an author “big b*tch, I’m coming for you” then threatened to corner her at Bookcon & beat her. A whole lot of people had to say, “Even if you’re joking, this isn’t okay.” Aside from just being cruel and ott… We have no way of knowing if it’s a credible threat, if the person is unwell and actually dangerous, or just a kid who thinks it’s funny. We have no way of recognizing that person or persons at a huge conference event with fairly lax security. I take no joy in making a kid feel bad, but that kid came with a lot nasty vitriol and you guys thought it was HILARIOUS. Zero empathy. If you think me walking around Bookcon with my cane is A THREAT and not, y'know, a way for me not to tip over… I’m not sure there’s anything more to say. I told Cassie I had her back and made a LoTR reference. Pretending you think it was a threat… God this is tiresome. If you don’t like me, if you think I might wield my mighty cane against you, I’m super easy to avoid. For one thing, I can’t run very fast #criplife. For another, you know what I look like and where I’m gonna be. I don’t have that advantage. And honestly, I shouldn’t have to spell this out. I want to be excited about Bookcon, about meeting readers… Not somehow having to explain how I have the right to defend myself or my friends if I’m VIOLENTLY ATTACKED… I’m sorry for the negativity. I know it’s a tiny fraction of the community who think this stuff is okay.“  

Cassandra Clare ( @cassandraclare ), NYT bestselling author of the Mortal Instruments was threatened by more than 3 accounts with tweets suggesting she would be cornered and beaten up at future book signings (referenced by Bardugo above).

Clare’s response: “A few people have asked me if I’m looking for tweets about this whole BEA/threats situation. I’m not, but of course my friends/agent/publisher are. This is a really serious situation. No one I work with think specific threats to beat the fuck out of him in a place I WILL be, is funny or a joke. I don’t go looking - seeing negativity online is nothing I enjoy. But I do get sent links because no one is invisible on the internet. I think there’s an idea that threats, etc are not threats if the intention was that they not be seen. And the argument that threats are "fan language” - no one has a lock on specific kinds of violent threats. Whatever the source we have to take them all equally seriously… I hope it doesn’t take authors getting hurt physically (more than they already have) for this kind of thing to stop being ‘funny.’“

An exchange between Bardugo, Clare, and a few random ‘fans’ pointed out some were annoyed at the authors for coming to social media about the threats

After all three bouts occurred, Aveyard retweeted the following message from  Brittany Cavallaro, NYT bestselling author of A Study in Charlotte and The Last of August.

Cavallaro’s response: "Ultimately, what’s gained by threatening authors online and at events, at assuming that a small window into their lives via Twitter…or that you ‘know them’ because of their books and so have the right to harass them or push into their personal lives…the end result is that you’ll lose that access. Authors will not do events. Will leave social media. Will take themselves away… Because right now, I’m definitely not writing. I’m reporting trolls and wondering how it came to this, why some readers think it’s okay.”

Queen Aveyard gave some notable responses to a few rude tweets about the whole fiasco:

As for Twitter and neutral fans who do not see these as actual threats, please realize that these beautiful authors are real people. Words hurt, sure, but seeing things like this can be terrifying, whether they’re real or not, it means someone at least thought about it, and you never know what can break someone. Not to mention that responses like this are caused by such silly things as who an author writes as a canon ship? That is utterly ridiculous and unacceptable. 

 Authors are now wanting to leave social media and seriously reduce the amount of response time to fans because of bad apples like these. Do not be one of these fake fans. The books that they write belong to them. They come from their imagination and expertise. It is their job and passion to give us these stories. We need to find stories we like to love and be okay with stories that don’t go the way we planned because they are not our stories. Threatening an author is never an okay route to go to get what you want. Turn those angry fingers to watt pad and write your own stories instead of pushing authors away from the internet. 

You know what I love about the phandom in general? Yeah a lot of us are told that “shipping real people is weird”… but at least we know our boundaries and limits. Most of the time we keep our shipping and fan fiction and theories between each others accounts on sites like Tumblr. And if someone tries to use Dan and Phil’s relationship in anyway that could be harmful we all step up and we all know that is not okay. I’m just real proud of the phandom tbh. Like yeah we can be stupid but at the same time we can be really mature and have common sense so go us!!


It is okay to ship ben and mike and say they would look cute together because ben and mike are not real.

It is okay to squeal over tender scenes between richie and eddie because richie and eddie are not real.

It is okay to write fanfiction about benverly (as long as the scenarios in it are appropriate for two 13-year-olds) because ben and beverly are not real.

It is okay to wish more than anything that stenbrough was canon because stan and bill are not real.


It is NOT okay to spam the actors’ social media accounts pressuring any two of them to be together, kiss, or do anything romantic together.

It is NOT okay to write sexual fanfiction about 13-year-olds.

It is NOT okay to sexualize 13-year-olds.

because at this very moment, one of the child actors in IT could be reading what you are writing about them and feel extremely uncomfortable.

just because they are in a movie, that does not make it any more okay.


anonymous asked:

What did you think of that look Micro cast Frank when Karen was defending him on air ?

This look right here? This is the “are you hearing this?”-look. This is Micro checking to see Frank’s reaction to what Karen’s saying on-air. Micro, at this point, has figured out that Karen is someone Frank trusts implicitly. He knows about Karen, but he doesn’t really know her. What’s worth noting is Frank’s actual reaction: he kinda shrugs like “what can you do?” and concedes to Micro non-verbally that this is who Karen is to him. This woman going to bat for him out loud on a radio show? That’s Karen, through and through, and he doesn’t fight it.

Micro, then, is left to reassess Karen Page in silence. And Frank starts to comment on the show out loud from that point onward, even though Karen can’t hear him. A part of that is his emotions running away from him, sure, because she’s putting herself at risk and he can’t stand to think about that. But a part of that, I think, is also weirdly for Micro’s benefit? Frank’s comment of “barking up the wrong tree” cements for Micro that Karen is someone who would use a weapon if it was given to her, while the comment of “ease up, Karen” tells Micro that Karen’s like a dog with a bone and won’t let go of things no matter how at risk she puts herself with that. 

Micro gets to know Karen through Frank. He learns about her through Frank. He gets to know who she is through the lens that Frank sees her with. I think it’s a commonly accepted headcanon in the fandom that Micro would absolutely research Karen and figure out everything he can about her independently from Frank, but I think that this is something Micro only does after these events go down. It’s something he does after he figures out how important Karen really is to Frank.

The scene above then spirals out into that scene we got the preview of, with Frank losing his shit over Karen potentially being in danger and practically begging Micro to help him find Lewis. That’s when Micro can’t help but ask “what’s the deal with you two?” because he is trying to put two and two together when it comes to Karen and Frank and he’s not sure he’s got the full scope of it. And Frank, bless him, Frank doesn’t disappoint. 

This is the exact moment you see Micro’s realisation of who Karen is to Frank. Frank, in his panic and his unrest, winds up comparing the thought of Karen being in danger to the thought of Micro’s wife being in danger. He winds up asking Micro “what would you do, if this was your wife putting herself at risk and you knew you had a chance to stop anything bad from happening to her?” and that is pretty much when it all clicks into place for Micro. (It’s a testament to Ebon Moss-Bachrach’s acting skills that you can actually see this play out on his face and in his eyes. You can pinpoint the exact moment when Micro goes “oh shit” about it, haha.)

And this, well, this is Micro basically asking “are you sure?”. This is Micro testing the waters with Frank one final time when it comes to Karen. Through reminding Frank of who Sarah is to Micro, he’s essentially asking Frank “are you certain you want to put Karen on par with my wife, with my family?” because that would mean that Karen’s importance to Frank is something that Micro needs to start taking into account. 

Frank, bless his heart, does not disappoint:

And with that “okay”, Micro doesn’t just relent and start looking for Lewis. No. With that “okay”, Micro confirms for himself that Karen Page matters. Hell, he winds up giving Frank the Dad Look over this. This is the exact moment on which Micro sees Frank at his weakest, at his most fearful, at his most volatile, and he says “okay” to that because he can tell that this is the real deal. Frank doesn’t know it. Frank doesn’t know how real that is, not yet. But Micro? Man, Micro knows what’s up.

A Few Quick Things About Forgiveness: What It Is and What It’s Not

- Forgiveness is not a one-shot deal, but a daily lifelong process that might take a hundred times a day. This is partially what Jesus meant when he said forgive seventy times seven.

- It’s okay to be mad. It’s okay to grieve about what happened. You don’t have to stuff these feelings. In fact, it’s better to feel them down to the bottom if you want to make it back out.

- Forgiveness does not mean friendship. Boundaries are necessary and you’re not required to hang out with the people who hurt you. It’s possible to be kind, but that doesn’t require becoming best buddies.

- Forgiveness does not mean that the hurt should be forgotten or dismissed. In fact, true forgiveness actually confronts the very real hurt that was done to you and says, “This is not okay. This is something terrible that requires that someone pays.” The Christian recognizes that reparations are required, while at the same time we absorb the emotional hurt with the process of forgiveness.

- Christians are too quick to rush this process and it’s almost like they become lawyers for the perpetrator instead of healers for the wounded. The people who hurt you should still be held accountable, with all the mercy you can give and with all the justice that they’re owed.

- When you feel the rush of anger and hurt and sadness and confusion, let it happen. It has to pass through your body, like flushing out poison. Write something angry (don’t publish or send). Have the internal argument. Win the argument. Vent with the gym. Weep until you get to that still place of peace. And it might help to say, “What they did is not okay, but I still have to live and love with my whole heart.”

- It’ll feel like bitterness is easier. Sometimes it is. But in the long run, of course, it only ruins dang near everything. We need people around us who remind us of what love and trust and connection look like. Surround yourself with those people.

- All throughout the Bible, the way that God forgives is to “put the sin behind His back” or to “hurl our sin into the depths of the sea” (Isaiah 38:17, Micah 7:19). We should recognize that God does not say, “Forgive and forget.” That’s a worldly, shallow type of forgiveness. Instead God chooses to deliberately acknowledge the pain and initiate a weighty healing process. Later in Isaiah 53, it says “by his wounds we are healed.” In other words, the forgiveness that God offers always comes with a cost. It’s not a small thing. It requires all of us and all of Him to offer the divine gift of forgiveness to another.

- If others get down on you for not being able to forgive, they need to know your tempo and your boundaries. It might be wise to work on a clear, gentle reminder, such as, “What happened really hurt me and I hope you can appreciate how hard this is and how much I need your help with forgiving.” This hopefully puts others in a more compassionate position.

You have my prayers, dear friend. None of this is easy stuff. We’ll mess it up and we’ll feel like we hardly made progress on our worst days. But that’s forgiveness. It’s a process, in progress, towards wholeness through the hurt. It will hurt. That’s the healing at work.


Hi. So, something happened to my blog today… It got deactivated and now everything’s gone - it’s just blank. It’s been overwhelming to deal with this and I’m still hoping that everything would get recovered. I’m upset that I lost the content I worked hard for but I’ve decided to continue running this blog even if they don’t get recovered… Okay, I really don’t know what else to say because I’m still trying to figure out what happened, but hi. T^T