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Had a doozy of a customer interaction today, tldr: Man throws an absolute fit because I was wearing a mask at work.
The last couple of days I've been wearing a mask at work because my sinuses have been going completely haywire and my nose has been dripping, and I'd prefer not to be seen in public with a runny nose, management doesn't care since I don't have any actual symptoms they worry about. Today I'm running cash like normal, it's pretty early on in the shift, so I'm still in a decent mood, and I ring out this guy's burrito. I give him his total in my customer service, very clear and easy to understand, and he then goes "What was that? I'm sorry it's hard to hear you with that mask." Since the pandemic started that phrase has been an instant cue for me to drop out of the friendly tone and into a slightly more annoyed tone, and try to get the customer out as soon as possible. I am naturally a loud person and literally none of the other customers I deal with when I mask up have an issue hearing me, this guy was just trying to open up a conversation about my mask, which is just a black mask with peppers on it that they gave me during the pandemic for my uniform. "So is that mask a political statement or are you just too sick to be working right now?" Not a question I had been expecting, but completely straight faced while getting his change I assure him that I am not sick, my sinuses are just acting up and didn't want to drip snot everywhere. "If you're sick, you really shouldn't be working." I once again tell him I'm not sick, and give him his change, and he then asks if there's a manager he can talk to. Thankfully my ace in the hole manager that loves to fight with custome seers was on duty today, and came up to deal with the guy, who was once again trying to insist I was obviously sick if I was wearing a mask and I shouldn't be working, and at that point I was in the back of house, away from the line of sight of customers, and explaining to the coworkers in the back who had missed it what was going on, and trying not to go up front and throw hands with this idiot. I didn't hear a lot of the conversation between my manager and the offended customer, but at some point he did try again to claim he couldn't hear me through my mask, and I just started basically yelling that he was full of it because the girl working the back line about ten feet away, who was definitely further away than that guy was, could hear me perfectly fine, and I think the manager told him he was just being discriminatory at that point, and he immediately accused her of using the race card. She had to explain to him that discrimination isn't just a race thing, (she was initially confused because I am white, so was this man, but she's black, and he apparently immediately associated the word with race?) and after that she asked him to leave, I think he wanted a refund for the inconvenience (this manager also has a tendency to throw out orders when she's about to refuse someone service to drive her point home, so that could also have been it), which she gave him, but he still told her to fuck off as he was leaving, and I think I heard something about us supporting left-wing propaganda as well, but I was busy pacing in the back of house and screeching in frustration. I thought that was going to be the end of it, but apparently the man was so offended he emailed in a complaint, and I had to confirm with a different manager that I was wearing my mask because of my allergies. I was frustrated about that man all day, and I've already decided the next time somebody asks about my mask like that I'm telling them I'm hideously disfigured and they're touching on a tender subject.
#submissions#fuck customers#cashier problems#fuck retail#embarrassing#server problems#this is a text block and i apologize but screw that guy and his stupid problem with my mask#next time I'll just drip snot on his change
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I posted 6,185 times in 2022
81 posts created (1%)
6,104 posts reblogged (99%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@bethanyactually
@tired-eyes-cold-as-ice
@unpretty
@innytoes
@jonairadreaming
I tagged 4,043 of my posts in 2022
Only 35% of my posts had no tags
#phantomfloat - 548 posts
#artfloat - 347 posts
#best gay ghosts - 192 posts
#writingfloat - 174 posts
#fanficfloat - 169 posts
#tumblrfloat - 145 posts
#catfloat - 133 posts
#hellhome - 132 posts
#trekfloat - 117 posts
#metalfloat - 115 posts
Longest Tag: 139 characters
#but i guess you don't think of people writing dark fic or whatever as actual people so...their deaths wouldn't trouble your precious morals
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
“Hot dog?”
The kitten jumped up again and meowed loudly.
Willie on the other hand was suddenly sitting down. “Alex? Is … is that you?”
The kitten meowed loudly once again and headbutted Willie’s shin.
“You’re … you’re a cat.”
As the kitten tilted its head and stared at him, eyes narrowing, hysterical laughter bubbled out of Willie. “Okay, yeah, that’s you. Definitely.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Well, shit.”
Alex the kitten meowed his agreement.
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Kitten fic is finally here! I'm probably going to post the second and final chapter soonish too but I really, really ought to do the dishes now (and some other chores ... yay) so I'm just throwing this out here.
Thanks eternal to @merihn for being my first enabler and first reader, aka beta on this, to @innytoes for being excited about the idea and drawing amazing fanart that finally kicked my butt into writing this, and to @chanihobbit for cheering me on. You guys are amazing 😻😻😻
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#4
Give me a 5 sentence Snake/Otacon AU where one is an cryptid please!
"Wait, I can explain."
Snake winces at the throaty growl of his voice - it's been a while since he's talked to anyone other than his dogs - but then tries to school his features into a harmless, open expression and suppresses the urge to reach out to the man in front of him.
The man takes a step back anyway - so much for appearing friendly.
Mentally, Snake is already compiling lists of things to pack, how quickly he can get his dogs settled and harnessed and he absolutely refuses to get distracted by the familiar weight of sadness creeping in at the thought of losing even this last connection to humanity - his email friendship with a man who was never supposed to find him in the middle of Alaska.
But then Otacon smiles and it's not a nervous smile or even a sympathetic smile, it's a smile full of enthusiasm and awe that only gets brighter when he reaches up and wipes the mist off his glasses, pushing them back up the slippery slope of his nose and takes in all of Snake.
"This is the best thing that's ever happened to me!"
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Thank you, hunny!! God it's been a while since I wrote these two disasters. I couldn't decide what kind of cryptid Snake would be so I'm leaving that up to you. I hope you like this (even though it's six sentences ... shhhhh)
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#3
Please be more careful about accidentally stealing tags, especially on reblogging original art posts!
I know tumblr is a trashfire and there's issues with the app and accidental tag stealing. I operate on a 'good faith' interpretation system. But while copied tags are vaguely weird when it's 'normal' tags, annoying when it's very personal tags, hilarious when it's a personal tagging system suddenly appearing on a different blog, it's just plain wrong when you reblog original art from the op and tags like 'my art' or 'I drew a thing' are copied over!
Sure, every dolt with half a brain will probably be able to figure out it wasn't your original art if you reblogged it but as we all know, this site unfortunately has too many dolts with less brain than that.
(edit: I've been informed that the iOS glitch means you can't see if the tags get copied before you hit reblog, which sucks majorly. But if you use that app, maybe just form a habit of checking your blog every now and then to see if anything got copied over you didn't want to get copied or give blanket permission to people to point those posts out for you)
So.
Please be vigilant to NOT EVER copy tags like 'my art,' 'my writing' etc.
45 notes - Posted July 1, 2022
#2
Can you imagine all the dramatic fights Emily and Luke would have over the scraps of paper he leaves in his laundry? Emily complaining about all the paper fluff she had to pick off her laundry and Luke wailing about all the lyrics he's lost?
Anyway, this post is sponsored by the shopping list I forgot in the back pocket of my jeans ...
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My #1 post of 2022
It's worth it sometimes, you guys. I just got a comment on a five year old fic and I'm ready to cry:
"i thought of this fic again and had to come back and leave a comment on how impactful it has been to me. [...]"
This was not a person who had commented on this fic before. So, to me, this was a new reader but their comment makes it clear that they didn't just read the story and liked it but that they've read it before and it stayed with them. Which is really the highest praise I can think of.
So for anyone thinking about deleting a fic or orphaning it: don't. You take your chance away of getting a comment like this at some point down the road.
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Making a post briefly explaining who all my characters are so my followers don't have to be TOTALLY confused. Just mostly confused.
(adding a cut cause I forgot just how much I talk)
Nexus
Arely is a teenage girl with super powers that make her basically all powerful but only when she's having an emotional breakdown. Otherwise she kinda just has the ability to teleport and charge car batteries. She is really friendly and either has no self preservation instincts or willfully ignores them (it's that one) she keeps doing karaoke. for some reason.
Aoife (pronounced eefa) is Arely's best friend who met her online years before she got super powers and then one day her best friend who last she knew was 3,000 miles away showed up on her doorstep and was like "look what I can do!" And then teleported 7 feet in the air and landed on her face. Aoife is very kind and patient, thank God, and is also a pretty brilliant and resourceful inventor for her age.
Ellie is Arely and Aoife's best friend who again, met online. They all met online. Do not question. She's super excited about her friend's superheroism and also has a very strong sense of justice which is the cause of both her activism streak and her slight jealousy of Arely as she can't fathom why Arely was chosen to bear it when Arely doesn't even care about justice. But she's fine. For now she's the #hacker of the group aka Not Arely because Arely is stupid and not Aoife because Aoife is busy doing the inventing thing and can't spend her time breaking through online security
Malcolm is the antagonist, but not really because I love him too much to antagonize him (help) He's just a normal dude who's a higher up in a tech giant called Scorpio that, being a huge corporation, gets in some shady business and thus crosses Arely's path fairly often. Especially since they just happen to live and operate in the same city. The good news is, despite his job, he's more interested in studying her than killing her, which is very good news for me because despite the enormous super powers, Arely is not very good at this and would otherwise be very dead. She has latched on to Malcolm like a leech and occasionally shows up on his doorstep I guess just to say hi. They're currently defining the parameters for a hero and villain dynamic in their world because they are the very first. He also has a clipboard.
There's also Mikkel. He is a mad scientist who lives in a Scorpio lab in the mountains of Norway. He's a hugger. Malcolm is not a hugger. Arely is a hugger though so that's good. Mikkel is also extremely friendly and actually very considerate but is also 100% down for illegal experiments including concerning human subjects, should the subjects be willing. I mean, I won't tell. He also caused Scorpio to nuke their inner communication systems once because they kept trying to block him from sending emojis and instead ended up blocking nearly every character on a keyboard because he was getting creative.
Lillian is a biologist who's name sounds like a kindergarten teacher and she lives on a ranch/lab in I think it was North Dakota but it could be South Dakota I can't say I was paying much attention. It's half a ranch because it was her family's goat farm that she didn't want to sell so she asked that Scorpio just buy some of her land to build a lab for her to work at there lol. I mean it works great though. They have a karaoke machine there.
Neo is the actual antagonist. He's so antagonist-y that he didn't show up on screen (mental screen, because I have issues) until like 3 years in. He's the CEO of Scorpio and as such often sets aside his personal morals in the best interest of the company. He also hates Arely, not because of Arely's meddling, but because by the time he's in the picture this has been going on for like 4 years and he's sick of getting emails about her. Big mood. Love this guy.
There's also Kim. She's the worst. She grew up rich and decided when she was like 5 that she wanted to grow up to be a comic book supervillain. Unsurprisingly, she was extremely excited about the appearance of the world's first superhero. Unfortunately I believe she is seriously mentally unwell and all she wants to do is steal Arely's powers, and then kill her. A hilarious detail about her is that her "evil lair" is built in the same mountain range as Mikkel's lab. They neighbors.
Nick is a 13 year old girl who is amazed by the superhero and I gotta be honest I have 0 idea how she and Arely met. I'm sure it'll come to me. But I DO know that she found out who Arely is because she was going to ask everyone she could to sign the words "just a friend" (which is what Arely signs when she helps the police, Spider-Man style XD) so she could compare and try to find the hero. (Very efficient plan I'm sure that'll work good job Nick you're doing great sweety) Arely said "have you ever considered that maybe the hero doesn't want to be found?" and Nick said "I think everyone wants to be found." and accidentally sent Arely into a existential crisis so when Nick handed her the piece of paper she signed it in a panic and then ran away. Yep, that's how she found out.
Corey is a petty thief and our resident anarchist. She met Arely when she tried to pickpocket Arely and Arely pickpocketed her back. Then they had to meet up to exchange stuff, and Corey thought Arely was interesting and kept in contact with her. Corey found out that Arely was the superhero because she invited Arely "to hang out" which means "break into a big corporate warehouse and steal some stuff lol" but that warehouse was Scorpio's and it's where Malcolm works so Arely went along by obligation to keep Corey safe, and when they got caught it was awkward lol. Corey is also dating Xander, the son of a mob boss, in a very responsible arrangement by Arely. Good job, matchmaker.
Xander is a dear boy and I love him so much. He's such an innocent sweetheart. Adrien Agreste energy. He's the son of a mob boss and grew up very wealthy. He knew he'd inherit it all some day, but didn't want to just be a success by birthright, so he went and got a job at a convenience store to actually do something with his life. That was the same store Arely worked at, and they became friends. Once Xander invited Arely over and idk if Arely knew who Xander's dad was or if they just thought he wasn't going to be home but he was and he recognized her and man THAT was awkward. But now he's accepted that his enemy is also a good friend to his son so she's allowed over as long as Xander is there. But he WILL throw things at her.
Ellis is a scientist NOT with Scorpio who, at the beginning of the series, Scorpio was trying to steal information from. That's how Arely first gets involved in Scorpio's stuff, saving Ellis. Ellis shows up occasionally mostly because the protagonists are a bunch of teenagers and she's the resident responsible adult. except she flips out any time anything happens. She also hit Malcolm with a purse but it's okay because he deserves it. I ship them.
I'm gonna stop now. More at 11
#Good Lord I have a lot of characters#Nexus#OCs#This is literally just one story#I have three#Although this IS the biggest one
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MayBlade 2022 : Day 20 : Wings
All Starz + Mariah (minor Rick/Mariah) | FFN Rating: T | FFN Link
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“How the hell did it come to this?”
Rick meant the question, muttered low under his breath, to be rhetorical, but Emily turned to him and said, “I wonder that every time I’m stuck babysitting you three.”
He was going to assume she meant him, Michael, and Eddy, not Mariah whose back they were currently conversing over. He scowled at her and she took a sip of her water with lemon in response. Emily was lucky Mariah was sandwiched between them in the booth, or he might have tipped her cup back while she drank.
“Don’t loop me in with those bozos,” he grumbled, jabbing his thumb across the table.
Michael and Eddy were sharing the other booth. Currently they were leaning over the table, pointing to something on the menu that Mariah was taking a keen interest in. Rick knew better than to think they were giving her a friendly recommendation – he’d been to this restaurant before.
“The Ghost Pepper Wing Challenge,” Michael said with grandeur, enunciating every word for maximum emphasis.
“Complete that baby and we all eat for free,” Eddy added, “if you think you can handle it.”
Rick groaned and massaged the bridge of his nose. He was getting a migraine. It happened a lot when he was around the other All Starz for extended periods of time. It didn’t help that he’d finished his first beer before the waitress had returned to take their food order. Now he had nothing to drown his irritation with until she came back.
“You don’t have to do it, Mariah.” He ignored the way she looked up at him curiously in favor of glaring at Eddy and Michael. “They put everyone up to it because they’re too cheap to pay for their own shit.”
Eddy rolled his eyes, that dumb cocky grin never leaving his face.
Michael scoffed and said, “Please, I own baseball gloves that cost more than all of our lunches combined.”
“We just like to know if people can do it,” Eddy added innocently before Michael could go off on the usual tangent about whether Rawlings or Wilson gloves were better. “None of us have been able to.”
“None of you?” Mariah asked, peering around the table at the rest of them. Rick could tell by the elevation of her eyebrows that her interest officially piqued and fought the urge to groan again. He really wished he had another beer.
“Well, Emily’s never tried,” Eddy amended.
“I have better things to do than wreck my digestive system so you can get a free meal,” she said, not even bothering to look up from her phone. She was probably answering work emails because she had no idea how to take a day off.
“What do you even have to do?” Mariah asked, looking puzzled by Emily’s words.
Michael and Eddy bumped fists victoriously, happy to have claimed another victim. Emily’s gaze snapped up from her phone in disbelief. She probably assumed, like Rick did, that Mariah was smart enough not to be suckered in by their teammates.
“Curiosity killed the fucking cat,” Rick muttered.
“The goal is to eat half a dozen ghost pepper wings in under five minutes,” Michael said, ignoring Rick’s commentary. He was craning his neck in search of a waitress, eager to get the ball rolling.
“That sounds easy.”
“They’re whole wings. And you aren’t allowed to drink anything or throw them up,” Eddy chimed in. He was either pacing himself with his beer or talking too much – Rick was gonna go with the latter – but he took a long swig before continuing. “They’re probably the spiciest wings in the city. I swear they’re hotter than normal ghost peppers.”
“Please. How many ghost peppers have you actually had?” Rick asked skeptically. He was tired of this bullshit already, which was exactly why he didn’t seek out Michael and Eddy for company.
Before Eddy could come up with a good lie for Rick to call him out on, Mariah rested a hand on Rick’s forearm and squeezed. That was a surefire way to get his attention. And to make Eddy waggle his eyebrows like a douche. Rick looked at her hand, then her face, and raised an eyebrow in a silent question.
“How many did you eat?”
“What?”
“How many ghost pepper wings did you eat before you had to throw in the towel?” Mariah asked more specifically. There was a mischievous smirk curling onto her lips and Rick knew there was no way she was backing down now. “I want to know how many I have to eat to beat your record.”
Rick answered “four” at the same time Emily said “three and a half” and Eddy snickered. Michael was too busy kneeling backwards on his seat, flirting his way through the wing order, to notice anything else. Their waitress was blushing and definitely slipped him her phone number before she left. Rick wanted to leave too – so fucking bad.
“Well, I’ll just shoot for all six,” Mariah said. She took a drink of water in preparation and then slid the glass to the other side of the table into Eddy’s waiting hands. “I can handle spice.”
“Famous last words,” Michael laughed. He had his phone out and was plugging in the waitress’s number already.
It didn’t take long for the wings to come. Their waitress delivered them flanked by two other employees. One of them held an extra bottle of ghost pepper sauce marked with a skull and crossbones. Without prompting, he drizzled some on top of Mariah’s already smothered wings.
“Ready?” the other one asked, thumb hovering over the button on a stopwatch.
Mariah nodded and the staff began a countdown. Rick had forgotten how much of a fucking production this was, as several other patrons stood up at their seats or gathered around to watch. Eddy was counting down with the crowd and Michael had already begun filming the challenge on his phone. Emily was the only one who looked as annoyed as Rick felt.
When the count reached zero, Mariah dug in.
She seemed to have a system for breaking and eating the wings, and she left the cleanest bones he’d ever seen. He let himself be a little impressed, even as he watched for signs that the ghost pepper was getting to her. The sauce was making his eyes water from where he was sitting, for crying out loud.
Once she passed wing number four, the crowd started to get even more pumped up. Eddy and Michael were banging their fists on the table and there were people chanting Mariah’s name. This was gonna be all over the internet later and Rick couldn’t even give a fuck because he was too busy staring at her in total disbelief.
When she tossed the last bone from the last wing down on the plate, the crowd roared. Michael and Eddy leapt to their feet to congratulate her with a round of high-fives. Emily looked shell shocked. The waitress was the most helpful of all and set a glass of milk down in front of Mariah, which she accepted gratefully.
Amid all the chaos, she beamed at Rick with eyes rimmed in red and fingers still coated in wing sauce. It was absolute fucking insanity that he had to tamp down the urge to kiss her. He could only laugh and shake his head.
#mayblade 2022#beyblade#hahaha what if I wrote Wings about chicken wings? lol jk...unless??#I had way too much fun with this actually#rickiah#azikarue#azikarue394#azrfic
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Rambling about and beyond a podcast below the “keep reading” link.
Quick update on this post: So, um... Stuart Goldsmith and I talked it out and we’re cool now. No seriously, that’s actually what’s happened. Weirdly. Very fucking weirdly. It’s been a weird couple of days. It’s been a weird week.
So, last week I learned some of the type of thing I learn all the time, guy in sport that I know to some degree turns out to be bad, but in this case it was made worse by the fact that the guy was in my own city and a friendly acquaintance of mine and the victim was a teenage girl I knew but had no idea it was happening basically in front of me for years, and also the guy recently died. So learning that messed me up a bit. I’ve spent some time since then throwing books across the room in frustration and also throwing my hands up in the air because everything in the world is absolutely fucked so nothing matters. And in the process, have managed to at least mildly insult two separate comedians by writing things I did not expect them to read.
The news from last week sparked some discussions of similar situations, as it always does, and one of those similar situations reminded me a bit of some of the stuff that guy I hated from that podcast was bragging about. That reminded me that I never did make a decision about whether to cancel my monthly financial contributions to it, and I decided this was the time to do that, because fuck everyone. So I went in and canceled my subscription, and there was a mandatory field for entering the reason. It didn’t occur to me for a second that anyone would read it, I assumed it was an automated process. So I wrote one fairly frustrated sentence, did get a tiny twinge of satisfaction from being able to vent into the void, and canceled the money.
Got an email within three minutes asking me what I was talking about, and immediately freaked the fuck out because holy fuck. That moment of “Oh shit he can see me.” And that is how I found myself, literally one day after writing a post on this blog about how I can’t even communicate with people who feel like celebrities within my little community so that really happens around actual famous people, in a short email correspondence with a comedian and podcast host I really like. I managed to articulate my issue, and got a substantial, thoughtful reply that I won’t describe in detail because it was, absolutely fucking ludicrously, private correspondence. But basically, he gave me exactly the explanation I’d wanted, which confirmed why that one mess of an interview does not define or represent him or his work. I thought of that explanation weeks ago - the factors that made it a break from his normal direction, the good intentions that went wrong in the moment, what happened as a result, and how he sees it differently now.
When I first thought of that potential explanation, I thought it was reasonable, and if it were true and I could see him say so, I’d be able to get past that one episode and go back to enjoying the podcast. I actually went looking for that last month. I Googled to see if there was any backlash at the time, because I wanted to get my respect for him back, and thought if I could find someone else getting mad at him, I could feel like consequences had already been dealt so I don’t need to get mad all over again eight years later. If I could find someone getting mad about it and him responding by explaining that he doesn’t condone that stuff, then that would really lay it to rest. I didn’t find anything like that.
This week, I finally did get what I thought I wanted, which was to read his explanation after I sent him some backlash myself. I got exactly the explanation I’d hoped for, learned I’d guessed correctly down to a couple of specific details, and I didn’t find it remotely satisfying. It just made me sorry I’d dredged this up for no reason. I took some ugly shit from years ago that no longer matters, and put it into the inbox of someone I think is brilliant. Why do that? Why couldn’t I have just assumed my benefit-of-the-doubt-giving guess was correct, instead of making him actually tell me so?
I mean, I’ll talk some shit on here when I think it’s warranted, but as soon as I realize it’s been seen by an actual human who might be affected, I immediately feel terrible about it. The correspondence consisted of a couple of emails, and by the end I was so sorry that I’d started it, I closed off by saying I apologize profusely for making you go over this bullshit, please pretend that when I got the chance to email you I used it to say “It’s amazing how you drew out about eight different sides of Andy Zaltzman than never came out in hundreds of Bugle episodes”, and not anything else. And then I closed my laptop and decided I might have to hide under my bed for the rest of my life.
The other instance was when I went to a comedy club last week, and my brother texted me during the show, so after the show ended (only after it ended, I might have gone a comedy club while drunk and miserable and not a great audience member, but I wasn’t bad enough to be looking at my phone during the show), I texted back to let him know I was at a comedy club where he used to perform a lot. I told him what comedians were on, and he asked me what I thought of the host. If I’d been sober, I’d have known to be careful when answering that question, because my brother knows all these people. But I’d been drinking whiskey since 1 PM because I’d just found out a guy I’d liked was a horrifying person and I couldn’t even yell at him because he was dead. So I texted my brother that I really didn’t like the host at first, but I thought he saved his better stuff for between the later acts, because by the end I thought he was okay. My reply was a screenshot of my brother sending a screenshot of my message to that comedian, with the words "feedback lmao". Honestly, he probably wasn’t even bad, not even at the beginning. I just wasn’t in the mood to laugh, that’s not his fault.
So the lesson is that sometimes when I write things down with the assumption that people won’t see them, people do in fact see them. And that has me thinking I should maybe be slightly more careful about shit I post on here. I don’t think all the real people from Twitter are really going to come over here, people threaten that all the time and then it never happens, but this current threat does go much farther than most and has me slightly worried. I like feeling like shit I write down can only be seen by a very few people who are even stranger than I am if they’re over here. Freaks me right out if real people can see me.
I think that’s something I got bad for during the pandemic, feeling uncomfortable with people seeing me. I got so used to getting to stay where no one can. So even though real life’s supposed to be happening again, I find it easier to retreat into comedy that occurs across the ocean and this niche website, where no one sees me. Maybe it’s for the best if I start feeling like comedy and internet posting about it are also not a completely insulated bubble; then actual life won’t seem as daunting by comparison.
Anyway, I can’t seem to undo the cancelation of my podcast subscription, but once it actually runs out I will renew it. And episodes of the Comedian’s Comedian podcast may start working their way back into my rotation. I listened to the Isy Suttie episode last night, it was lovely. Lovely person, Isy Suttie. Everything’s fine.
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A Theatrical Romance
Part 2 (Part 1 here)
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“So, are you happy with this demo, or do you need to record it a fiftieth time?”
Grantaire knew Eponine was trying to lighten the mood, but he couldn’t relax. “I think I might have sung a note wrong...”
“Sounded pretty much perfect to me. Alright, take a break, and then we’ll listen to this and see if you still think it needs re-recording.”
“Alright. Thanks. It’s just so hard to relax right now!”
“What, because you met your crush a few days ago?”
“Because Enjolras seemed to really believe I could do this... I just don’t want to mess it up. And so many good performers fail in this industry because others are slightly better, so even one wrong note could be what makes the difference!”
“That’s true, but what do you think would have happened if Enjolras had let that hold him back?” Eponine pointed out.
Grantaire couldn’t imagine Enjolras letting anything hold him back, but he knew that every performer went through the fear of never making it, never really being good enough. Enjolras himself had said so. “I... guess you have to try if you want to succeed?”
Eponine let out a laugh of surprise. “Who are you, and what have you done with Grantaire?” She gave him a friendly pat on the back. “I’m proud of you. It’s never easy taking the first step. And I’m happy to help, even if it means recording this demo fifty more times.”
——————————————————————— “Is this the one you’ve been telling me about?”
Enjolras looked up in surprise. Combeferre in what all his friends called “agent mode” usually couldn’t be distracted, and Enjolras would usually read or learn his part while he viewed various demos. This didn’t normally involve them talking to each other, though they were good friends when they weren’t in professional mode.
He looked at the screen. “That’s him! Grantaire. We met after one of my shows, at stage door!”
“And you’re sure he’s a safe person? I’m just looking out for you. A lot of people come to the stage door with less good intentions...”
“I know, but I’ve never seen someone so clearly genuinely touched by one of my shows. You can’t fake that, and I would know, being an actor. Besides, I would have recognised him if he’d been there before.”
“Alright. Like I said, I’m just looking out for you. If you’re sure, then I’ll try and get him into your next show. But if I can’t, there will be other shows.”
Enjolras knew that there would be many opportunities, but he really hoped they would be in the same show. He wanted to see Grantaire again. In all honesty, he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him, and he didn’t quite understand why...
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“No way! That’s one of the best shows in the West End! You’re serious?”
“For once, yes I am. I still can’t believe I’ve got a part!” Grantaire then realised the rest of what Eponine had said. “Wait, you’ve heard of it? It’s new to me...”
“Yeah, Gav’s absolutely obsessed! And it’s a good show. Wait until I tell him you’re in it! Who are you playing?”
Grantaire checked the email again. “It says the character’s called Alex?”
“No way!”
“...Is that a big part?”
“Alex is the main character’s love interest!
“Wait, are you serious?”
Eponine nodded. And if Grantaire had been surprised before, that was nothing compared to now. He was playing one of the main characters in a West End show! He couldn’t wait for rehearsal.
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I hope everyone’s enjoying this so far! Part 3 will feature the rest of Les Amis + co.
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Leverage Log: S4E1: The Long Way Down Job
Allright, villain has a company that does the old "our victims cant afford to sue us, so we can break any law we want" school of law.
Evidence on mountaineers phone.
Wait did Parker and Hardison end up together off-screen? I thought the pretzel thing was just a callback. (he's certainly acting like they bumped uglies...) but if it was meant to imply the naughties were gonna happen between the Train and Grand Theft Election... That was not clear to me.
Elliot's little "no avalanches on buildings" is both verry funny, and feels like he's genuinely trying to explain to Parker why they even asked. Like he noticed she seems a bit insulted at the question and just wanted to clarify.
Sophie's little joke about Grifter Christmas was nice.
Nate and Sophie have their little slept-together acknowledgement moment. Nate sees a female former associate, this is gonna be a jealousy thing isnt it? (i hate jealousy episodes. they rarely work well)
But yeah, it seems the writers realised they forgot to give Parker a big On Screen Moment in the last season finale, and have decided to rectify this by means of making the team steal a mountain...
again.
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OH its not a former associate, its the Client of the week... God am I really that bad at faces, and thank Heaven its not a jealousy episode. (i mean it might be with the way we saw Hardison look at Elliot and Parker leaving together, but its not a full jealousy episode. Only 1 of the 2 B-plots will be a Jealousy thing)
Love the way the Client imediately proves herself usefull to Sophie with the Personality-assessments. And the way the client goes from friendly to help Sophie to "OMG she's scary" the within about 5 seconds.
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I really like how the writers decided that Elliots not-a-backstory-backstory means he can natural 20 any check to identify an armed goon. See a bootprint? Spetznas, see their haircut? RAF. Guy can't hack a macbook or lift a pocketbook but he can identify a Navy SEAL by the "distinctive" way they wipe their buttocks or a Mossad agent from the way they chew their gum.
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Wait, Miyasha is normally at the Alps this time of year and he's got a hired goon climbing the mountain that doesnt work for our Villain Of The Week...
Im betting Miyasha also wants the pocketbook because, as a competitor, its in his best interest for his rival company to suffer the full weigth of the law.
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And im wrong, He's not here to climb, he's here because he's buying the company. But Sophie is gonna revalue the stock price before he even has a chance to sell. Spetzy does work for our VOTW.
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Ah he's not on the mountain... he's IN the mountain. And Nate passed out.
Nate and Client talk grief, title drop.
Parker and Elliot find the victim. Elliot takes the notebook, the only thing they really need to make the job. Parker decides they "we're getting him out too", Growth.
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Sophie is leveraging the Germans against the Japanese. Starting a small financial war all as a distraction
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Oh yeah... the victim has a name (Alan). Thanks for shaming me Parker don't I feel like a right asshole.
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Wait so Sophie got the Germans to buy, which got the Japanese to sell, which got the Germans to sell which is tailspinning his company? Sophie is literally crashing wallstreet as a distraction.
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Parker wants to do the right thing... She wants to be like the others. They compromise on listening to his private, dying message to his wife. Respecting his wishes.
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"Notebook is all we have". No it isnt, you have the phone. She's grifting the Spetznas, She's putting it on him right this sec.
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Congrats on Alan for being the most competent victim this show has had so far, getting the evidence. Keeping multiple copies (notebook, digital copy on phone for emailing, some spares at the home that his wife said got raided).
God this episode is an emotional roller-coaster. Like hell? This is the first episode of the season? This is not how most shows start a new season, most of the time its a simple "remember, this is the premise of the show because we might have new watchers whose friends told them to watch us 2 seasons ago but their schedule was full. But everybody knows schedules change with time and now we're making more and their schedules' been cleared so they have the time and they're giving us a shot".
Not "swap out the lighthearted Robin-hooding for an episode that is legitimately making me tear up".
Y'all didn't steal a mountain, you stole my tears. I did not give permission for a season-opener to Heist my Fucking Tears.
good job, never do it again
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Ok, so yeah they definitly got together officially in-between scenes.
Like the line about "whatever works for you is normal". Very cool line that has aged fantastically, (not a sarcasm. I think the line has aged very well with the increased acceptance of gender-binary-non-conformance/non-traditional relationships) Feels a bit weird that Parker's been really emotional with Elliot this episode, he leaves and the emotions resume with Hardison though. Like it feels like Elliot is getting shafted by the episode. He is as much an emotional support as Hardison is, give the man some credit.
Elliot gets to cook again though, which is nice. Sweet to see someone who isn't Parker ask about another crew-mate's MO for a change as well. ("never seen that opening before" is definitely "how did you do that" in Elliot-ese)
Place is bugged. ("operates like Hardison", im gonna say its Chaos Times 3? but as Nate says, "could be any of 50-odd billionaires we've ticked off")
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So I hit the apps again today
I used to be alone. It’s not that I didn’t have friends. I had plenty of those. All kinds of friends. Cool friends, scared friends, sad friends, party friends…you name it. I guess there were a lot of people in my life. A lot of numbers in my phone’s contact list.
But for some reason, it wasn’t enough. Maybe I’m selfish. Maybe I don’t appreciate them for who they are. I don’t know why but, I always feel so empty, even when I’m around the people I care about the most.
That’s why I spent the entire day on dating apps. They’re what everyone seems to be using now a days to find friends, lovers, and a nice quick fuck. Man, I wish I could find any three of those. Whenever I get lucky enough to find one it always turns out to be the things I don’t want at the time.
I really don’t see what’s so good about these apps. Sure I get a lot of hits on them, but they never mean anything. I’m not exactly self conscious about my appearance above the belt, but you know that problem I mentioned before? Yeah. It’s a frustrating numbers game I’ll never hope to win no matter how low I can force my expectations with a few drinks.
I guess this one is a little better. More friendly to pansexuals my friend said. I guess she has a point, but it’s still not really going to get a gold metal from me just for being mediocre instead of outright bad.
It was swipe after swipe. I tried to be optimistic. There were a few cute people here and there. Maybe I’ll finally have a decent conversation that isn’t just a copy paste of the exact same one I had the last time I was on one of these apps.
It’s boring. I really hate it and I don’t even feel excited anymore when I see someone I want to swipe. I guess I’m smart enough not to get my hopes up anymore on a subconscious level.
I decided to take a break and prod around on some other things I have on my phone. Probably not the ibuddy app though. That was one of the biggest wastes of time you’ve ever tried. It felt like you were talking to a brick wall. Advanced robot my ass. You would have a better time talking to the guy on meth that likes to roam around your street at night.
Time to go on the forms you like to surf. Forms isn’t really accurate though. It’s just a subsection of Paradise, which is one of those big companies that used to be a bunch of small ones. Ive lost track of how many are left now. The last time I checked there were three I think?
The forms were much more interesting than the dating app. This was much better. The kind of thing to finally bring my mood up after an exhausting day. Some memes usually cheer me right up. Or they at least come about as close to it as I’m going to get on a REALLY bad day.
There were a lot of good anime ones this time. They aren’t as good as the cute animal videos, but they’re still pretty nice I guess. At least when it’s for a fandom I’m part of and actually know about. If it’s not I have to sit there quietly and pretend like I didn’t see it. It’s pretty rude to like something for a fandom you aren’t in.
It looked like there was a new format I wasn’t aware of. It was little icons of characters sending people text messages, but with some logo in the corner I didn’t recognize. I thought that maybe this was one of those new surreal ones where it looks like it’s normal unless you get the very specific niche joke. This was something I had to look up right away so that I could start spamming all my friends with them. Well, the ones that like these kind of memes anyway.
That was when I got a phone call from my uncle David. David is a nice guy, but he’s pretty out of touch. He’s from the olden days back before we had things like self driving cars and self serving plates. It’s nice though to talk to him sometimes. My friends all think I’m crazy because I still grow my own plants and eat parts of them. He might be a funny guy that doesn’t know how to text, but I love him and he’s great.
“How’s it going Tripp? Did you get that email I sent you?”
“Fine. And yeah, I did.”
This was a lie of course. He sends me so many emails with random articles about things like climate change and animal facts. It’s almost always something I already know and am bored by, but I know it would break his heart if I told him that, so I just go along with it since it’s usually something I’m already aware of anyway.
“Wonderful! I know it’s hard to get a job these days. Hang in there.”
I was about to start my new business this week actually, but that’s not exactly something I talk about in polite company, especially not in front of uncle David.
“Thanks, that means a lot. It’s really hard, you know?”
There’s a pause before he speaks again.
“I know it too well. Did I tell you the story about the strike of twenty thirty five?”
“You did. And it was a really good story. I’m glad you got heating and cooling back. You probably saved a lot of people by doing that.”
“I’m glad you remember it. Listen, I just want you to be ok. Your generation is out future you know.”
“I know.”
He’s said that a thousand times now. Everyone his age is always saying things like that. I’m surprised I didn’t end up seeing one of the thousands of memes about the kind of things old people say before I picked up the phone actually.
“Did your kale grow any bigger yet?”
“Yeah, I can’t wait to eat it! That shit is so good!”
“I have another plant for you if you want it.”
Oh no. Not another plant. I have so many of them that I don’t have any room left for another one. This was something uncle David is known for. While I love to learn about plants from him, he also seems to have an endless supply that he won’t stop giving people. And the worst part is that I can never stop myself from saying no to another one because god damn it, I just love plants ok?!
“Oh damn, that’s great! I’m free Tuesday if you want to bring it over!”
“That sounds great. I’ll talk to you later. Murphy wants to play.”
“Please let him and throw a frisbee for me!”
“I will. Talk to you later. I love you.”
“Love you too.”
I hung up the phone and sighed. It was nice talking with uncle David, but I always just feel so drained after I do it every time. I’m not really sure why. I love him and he really shouldn’t be this hard for me to talk to, but he just is.
God damn it, I was going to need more coffee. I pull up a delivery app on my phone. The nearest place was probably be the quickest. I typed in what I wanted on my phone and went to my porter. It’s actually a porter printer hybrid, but I don’t use the printer part of it very often because art just isn’t really my thing and those machines are way too complicated.
It didn’t take long for the coffee to show up. It’s pretty easy to port things when there’s nothing organic in them. It’s why most foods are synthetic now a days. This way we can have something delicious whenever we want it. If you ask me, that is an amazing invention.
I sipped the coffee. It was burned. But that’s pretty much what I would expect from a fast food place. They aren’t exactly known for being quality, but the upscale franchises are too far away and I was kind of lazy that day.
I looked out the window. It’s was a nice day in the ocean. That’s the window I picked out. It was either that or the neon pink one with the anime girl on it. I figured I would go for the more tasteful option even if it was kind of surreal. Oh who am I kidding. I was drunk when I picked it. Still one of the best decisions of my life.
I finally remembered what I was going to do before uncle David called. I was going to finally look up what that weird as fuck meme was about. I can’t believe it slipped my mind so easily on that day. I guess I’m just easily distractible like that.
I decided to check out the Paradise page of the one who posted the latest version of the meme. That’s usually the best way to find out what an in joke is if you don’t have enough information to search an actual archived wiki for it. Paradise always loads faster anyway because they shell out the big money to ISPs that nonprofit archives can never even hope to scramble together.
They were talking about how they made it using this new app. It was called DJINN. Weird name for an app. Kind of made me think of the genie from Aladdin or something out of an RPG. That was a weird name for a shitposting app, but hey I’ve seen weirder. Penguin was definitely an experience.
Might as well check it out. I decided to just click the link directly. It probably wasn’t a virus if this many people were using it and I was way too lazy to try to dig up the wiki. Sponsored links didn’t have the same lagging problem because Paradise got money from it if you clicked.
When the page finally loaded, I almost spat out my coffee.
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Things are better but I am just sad and lonely.
There was drama with my in-laws. After our trip to my husband's home country. I figured it would be ok to follow one of my sisters in law on social media, this was her public account, I knew everyone's private accounts but I figured to start out with a public one. She followed back and liked some of my stuff. I never saw her stuff come up in my feed, so about a week or so later I searched her page. She had unfollowed me and removed me as a follower. This was a couple months ago now.
A couple days ago, my husband's brother asked him if he could ask me to follow his wife. I told my husband no, she would have to follow my stuff first since I already had an example of how his family did things. Yesterday, he talked to his sister about this sister in law and something she did on her account (my husband follows her, she mainly posts cooking videos) and asked some stuff about social media. The sister who has been the most friendly with me told him she had blocked me on social media. That they only want friends on their accounts, not family (this I already know is also not true as they are all following each other and one of their brothers in laws is also following this sister's account, this I discovered by accident because when I searched the one with the public accounts followers, his name came up as he has a similar name to one of my husband's sisters.) This sister in law who I was asked to follow has two public accounts, none of his sisters followed her, he mentioned this or so to her and she said how did I know, did I know all their email IDs etc. Anyways, I went to pull up something on the public account my husband asked me about and I discovered I had been blocked.
I've not had a bad relationship with them (there are now 5 I have contact with) three live at his parent's house, the other two are married. I talk to them every now and then and we have conversations along the lines with hi, how are you, good and done. The one who was friendly with me sometimes sends me videos. When I post stuff on my status of the app, they see and respond usually. The three of them have blocked me but as far as I can tell the two married have not. This is on social media only, I assume, as of yesterday. Not sure what I did in the first place but ok. My husband has always pushed me to at least start conversation with them once a week to keep things good and blames me and says I don't do enough to keep good relationships with them. Again, the conversations don't really go beyond hi, how are you. I do this about once a month which is apparently not good enough. The friendlier sister in law sent me a video the other day and I watched it but got distracted with work and my daughter so I didn't respond until several hours later. According to the call my husband had, this damaged my relationship with her because I took so long to respond... I'm not interested in the reasons why they did this, I don't care nobody said anything to me which is why this is the exact type of drama I hate.
I am socially awkward as I've probably mentioned before. I missed out on having friends and being normal as a teenager after being in a very abusive psych treatment center as a preteen, after that I was not able to form or trust people to make friends because of what they did to me in this center made it near impossible for me to trust or want anything to do with having friendships with other people. Anything social gives me severe anxiety because I don't know what to do and what to say and even if I'm doing the right thing or not. This has not gotten any better even though I have made friends that I occasionally interact with. Even then, I don't know how to navigate those friendships or maintain them either other than when we get together in person.
His family has so much drama. I hate any drama whatsoever because it makes me feel like shit because I do nothing and somehow everything is my fault. I grew up in a family with parents who used me as their marriage counselor and therapist and played me off the other parent. My ex husband's family had so much drama and I was involved because my ex husband was causing all the problems. The mother of the guy I like a lot but had no interest in me before both of us going married, caused drama and this guy, even though he was married told my husband and got me involved. I cut her off even though I considered her like an adoptive mother. (She does not like her daughter in laws cooking, she likes my cooking and she said it to her daughter in laws face. Her husband for some reason decided to tell my husband this. Usually they talk in their language but he said it in English so he knows I heard it. I don't know if she knows her son told us or not.) Now after a year and after she has been traveling everywhere she wants to have things go back to normal.
But then again, I don't know if this is what was actually said or what happened. My husband also has a tendency to tell me things his sisters said that are not true to get some sort of effect out of me...
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TARGET OF WORKPLACED MOBBING / GROUP STALKING / TARGETED HARASSMENT / COMMUNITY HARASSMENT SINCE 2015 - BEGAN WHILE EMPLOYED AT NYC DEPARTMENT OF EDUCATION. I BELIEVE CONFIDENTIAL INFO AMONGST OTHER THINGS WERE ILLEGALLY ACCESSED AND LEAKED IN THE WORKPLACE AND BEYOND. THE MAIN INFO BEING HUMAN PAPILLOMA VIRUS (HPV), STRAINS THAT CAUSE CERVICAL CANCER, DIAGNOSIS IN 2008
Based on some analysis, I believe I contracted it from WILFRED. BY THE TIME I WAS DIAGNOSED I HAD ALREADY BEEN HAVING SEX WITH KIRK DOLPHY FOR LIKE 6 MONTHS SO IF HE GAVE IT TO ME OR IF I HAD IT ALREADY IT WAS ALREADY A WRAP SO DID NOT FEEL THE NEED TO DISCLOSE TO HIM, WE HAD ALREADY BEEN VERY ACTIVE FOR MONTHS AND OUR RELATIONSHIP WASN'T DEEP, IT WAS FRIENDLY AND SEXUAL IN NATURE SO DID NOT FEEL THE NEED TO DISCUSS THAT.
6 MONTHS OF SEX, THOUGH ALWAYS PROTECTED, LOW CHANCE THAT THERE WAS NOT TRANSMISSION, SINCE HPV IS CONTRACTED THROUGH SKIN TO SKIN CONTACT. THE REASON WHY I AM LEANING TOWARDS WILFRED AS TO WHOM I CONTRACTED THE HPV BECAUSE BY THE TIMING OF THE DIAGNOSIS, I THINK THE HPV HAD TO HAVE BEEN AROUND DORMANT FOR A WHILE TO PROGRESS TO THE DIAGNOSIS IN 2008.
I HAD BEEN GOING TO REGULAR ANNUAL APPOINTMENTS AS WELL AND NO DOCTOR DISCUSSED DIAGNOSIS OF HPV WITH ME UNTIL 2008, BEFORE THEN HAD NORMAL ANNUAL EXAMS.
The REAL issue here is who may have played a role in illegally accessing my confidential information and / or leaking said information for the purposes of making me a target of WORKPLACE MOBBING, STALKING AND HARASSMENT, PSYCHOLOGICAL ABUSE AND TORTURE for 7 YEARS AND COUNTING and who is likely to have done it based on what seems to be their psychopathic, vengeful, and criminally deviant nature.
IMMEDIATELY FOLLOWING MY DIAGNOSIS in 2008, I TOLD 2 PEOPLE VIA MY PERSONAL CELLPHONE (WHERE I BELIEVE AN ENORMOUS.AMOUNT OF PRIVATE, PERSONAL, AND CONFIDENTIAL INFORMATION WAS ILLEGALLY ACCESSED TO PSYCHOLOGICALLY HARASS ME, A CELL PHONE NUMBER I HAD WITH VERIZON FOR ABOUT 15 YEARS AND ALSO WAS ON A FAMILY SHARE PLAN WITH WILFRED SHAWN KIRKALDY FOR A TIME WHILE WE WERE TOGETHER).
The 2 people I told and whom only knew until I think this information was illegally accessed and leaked was a SIBLING and WILFRED SHAWN KIRKALDY (my ex fiance with whom I had a sexual relationship with up to JULY 2007, 6 months prior to my HPV diagnosis)
I WAS DIAGNOSED WITH HPV ABOUT 6 MONTHS AFTER I STOPPED my sexual relationship with WILFRED. I called him to talk to him about it because I believed I contracted it from him. I had only had 1 SEXUAL PARTNER BEFORE WILFRED, he had many more than I and although HPV is very prevalent I figured the likelihood of me contracting it from my first partner was probably low versus someone who had many more partners and with whom I had a long term relationship engaging in sexual activity with for many years versus my 1st which was a little over 6 months and my 3rd, which I had only had sex with for about 6 months prior to the diagnosis and I had been going for regular annual exams and was never alerted regarding HPV until early 2008.
Could have also been my 3rd sexual partner, KIRK DOLPHY, with whom I started a sexual relationship with right after ending sexual relationship with WILFRED SHAWN KIRKALDY in July 2007.
I was then diagnosed with HPV in early 2008. THE ONLY THING I KNOW FOR SURE IS THAT I WAS DIAGNOSED WITH HPV IN 2008 AND I HAD 3 SEXUAL PARTNERS BEFORE THAT DIAGNOSIS, THEREFORE I CONTRACTED THE HPV FROM ONE OF THE FIRST 3 PEOPLE I HAD SEX WITH. PERIOD.
When I spoke to WILFRED regarding my diagnosis, the only response he seemed to have was that IT WASN'T HIM, WHICH IS RATHER PRESUMPTUOUS AND RIDICULOUS BECAUSE LOGICALLY HE COULD NOT DEFINITIVELY MAKE SUCH A STATEMENT SINCE HPV is so prevalent, ESPECIALLY SINCE I HAD ONLY 1 PARTNER BEFORE HIM AND WAS ONLY WITH HIM THE WHOLE TIME WE WERE TOGETHER, WHEREAS HE LIVED A PROMISCUOUS LIFESTYLE, he had multiple children with multiple women and stood in church one day testifying that he could have contracted AIDS because of his promiscous behavior in his youth / past.
Anyway, that was that and we never spoke about it again, we spoke on a few occassions over the years because of random run ins on the street or sporadic check-ins mostly via chat / email, always friendly and HPV was never a topic of discussion again. He simply became someone from my past who I talked to every so many years, mostly because of running into him in public. Whatever issues we had were long gone and we both moved on since 2007 basically.
We were never romantically / sexually involved since 2007 and we basically became acquaintances.
I also think there may be a connection between him and NATASHA LIGGINS-MODELO, the mean girl who started the WORKPLACE MOBBING harassment at NYC DEPARTMENT OF EDUCATION.
WILFRED, like KIRK DOLPHY also had connections to NYC DEPARTMENT OF EDUCATION, via employment. WILFRED ALSO HAD CONNECTIONS TO NYC DEPARTMENT OF EDUCATION THROUGH BASKETBALL, AS DID DEVIN ELTON THOMPSON.
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venting bc i feel like shit sorry always doin dis lol
#i stay over several nights a week at my friends#who drives like 30 mins both ways to get me and bring me bacj#his family thinks ofme as his girlfriend#obvious that i have a crush on him and him on me#except i dont want it and really i just miss my ex terribly#to the point i do wish we were back together.#he emailed me again talking friendly and normal to me#and its fucked me up#im supposed to play d&d again today bc we didnt get far last night#i just want ro go home and be alone#im in his guest bedroom to take a nap after i just cried in front of him for the 50th time#i feel like im leading him on#i hate that feeling#i just kind of wish my ex was a better person#i wish things had been different.
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Could you maybe write something with dark dark Steve who has a huge size kink and crying kink and loves to humiliate?
School Days
Note: sorry it took so long. been kinda down. also hope i did OK with humiliation.
Summary: Co-worker makes you feel uncomfortable.
Warning: 18+Only, short reader, size kink, crying kink, humiliation kink, non consent, forced fingering and cock warming i think
Dark Coach Steve x Short Teacher Reader
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You had always had a love of teaching. Growing up your friends would always groan when it was your turn to pick what to play, because you always chose to play school.
You knew exactly what you wanted to do when you got to college. You wanted to shape young minds. It was fascinating watching them grow and learn right before your very eyes.
Shelby elementary hired you two years after you received all of your certificates. Replacing their beloved Mrs.Pepper Potts after she moved out of town with her husband.
You taught first graders. You preferred teaching the lower grades. The higher grades were a bit difficult. Competing for attention when most of the students where dealing with raging hormones proved an exhausting endeavor. Your short stature became a reoccurring issue too. During your student teacher days you realized the taller they got the more they seemed to not take you seriously.
At least working with the lower grades you were less likely to be confused as a student. You had lost track of how many times you were stopped in the hall by a colleague. With the lower grades you towered over your class and commanded respect with little effort.
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You felt exhausted. Your first parent teacher meeting was over. It was endearing and encouraging that so many parents had so many concerns about the development of their little ones. But their critiques on your credentials didn't fail to strike a nerve, an issue new teachers faced all the time. You smiled through it as you normally did. Letting them have their back handed remarks as you answered and waited out the clock.
When it was all over you needed a drink. You cleared up the mess they left for you, a preview of what to expect from their spawn.
When everything was in its place you tackled the blackboard. Taking out your stool you stood on tip toes erasing. You had the bright idea of outlining your curriculum on the board for all the parents to view. It was hard getting it all on the massive board, but with your step stool you got as high as you could go.
"Hey! Whoa you know that's dangerous." A voice rushed to your side as your stool tilted.
"Are you OK little one?" he asked helping you down.
God he's tall. You barely came eye to eye with his chest. You tensed in his arms and when he realized his mistake he released you.
"Oh sorry" he rubbed the back of his head slightly embarrassed. "I'm Steve Rogers." He reached out a hand for you to shake. You took it and introduced yourself. His firm grip swallowed your hand, when he squeezed you held in the hurt from the pressure.
Steve's presence was intimidating despite the smile he wore. When he released your hand, you took as step back, but he stepped forward.
He is just a close talker. Don't over analyze.
"Sorry again with your clothes I just assumed you were..." He motioned at your clothing.
Taking inspiration from Ms Frizz, your favorite animated teacher, you always wore colorful puffy skirts that depicted various things related to education or fairy tails. The look kept the attention of the youngsters, but it certainly didn't look childish.
"It's OK, but I am afraid you are a bit late for the meeting."
Spinning away you move to the other side of your desk to give yourself more space. "If you wouldn't mind filling in your information, encase of emergencies or special needs. I know you probably filled it out for the front office, but I like to have my own copy." You explained as you handed him a pen and the piece of construction paper with the other parents info.
He took it and filled it out. "I just erased the curriculum, but I can email you a copy."
"Did you also used to teach at Camdien?" Steve inquired, bending over your desk as he wrote. While you waited you packed up your belongings.
"Um yes I was a student teacher there. Did you have a child there too?"
"I coached there actually. Well was." He rose and approached you. Slipping your purse straps on your shoulder, you tried to remember if you seen his face before. You didn't recognize it. As striking as he was you doubted you would forget it.
But the athletic department lived in a world separate from the teachers. Their multiple championships brought in funding that went to their brand new athletic facility. The highly coveted building allowed them to live above the peasant class of the faculty. You had even heard a nonsensical rumor that they even had a Starbucks and onsite masseuse.
When he handed it back you reached out, but Steve pulled the paper just out of reach. Hovering it over your head like a bully playing keep away. You huff and frown after two attempts. You were not a child and would not be treated as such. Pursing your lips you made a move to leave. You would just go through the admin office to get the information.
"Aw don't pout, but I must say you do look adorable when you do." He smiled down at you as he blocked your retreat. His wholesome grin did not match the darkness in his eyes. There was a disconnect somewhere. You felt like a mouse before a lion. Were the other teachers like this? You were so eager to get started working you did little research in the school that so swiftly hired you. "Here you go."
Snatching the paper away you say, "thank you." It sounded slightly annoyed, but you did your best to choke down the edge.
Unhooking the lip of your bag you placed it with the others as his shadow clouded you. Ignoring it you side step him.
"Yeah I remember. I used to see you at Camdien." Steve recalled, blocking you once more. You stopped just short of bumping into him as you closed your bag. "Cute little thing, roaming the halls." Steve informed you, stepping closer once more, making you take a step back. The alarm bells blared in your head at that comment.
"Boy wasn't I relieved I wasn't crossing the line with all the thoughts I had." He chuckled as your back hit the chalkboard. You had to strain your neck to look him in the eye this close.
The principal was making his rounds soon. He wouldn't try anything right?
"Mr. Rogers-"
"Coach" he interrupted. He didn't touch you but that fact gave you very little relief. You felt your nails dig into your palm as you gripped the thin strap of your bag. Your arm the only barrier between you two. "Just call me Coach."
"Rogers!" Your saving grace, Principal Barnes, exclaimed from the door. Steve's body blocked you from James. "There you are. Nice to see your getting to know your colleagues."
"Yeah, just sharing stories from Camdien" Steve stepped aside to greet Principal James. His hand landed on the top of your head, messing your hair as he patted you playfully like a dog. You swallowed the discomfort as he moved to talk to James. You gathered the rest of your things as they focused their attention on each other.
"Oh yeah I forgot you both came from their."
You took that opportunity to make your exit. Walking fast mumbling a 'goodnight,' you bolted toward the door. They replied back, but you ignored it, allowing their chatter to fade the further down the hall you got.
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The first week of school was hectic. Lost students, late students, little accidents here and there, it ran the gambit. But nothing worried you more than P.E. period.
Steve was listed as your classes gym teacher and made the drop-off a chore. It surprised you how increasingly inappropriate he was becoming. Always stretching out your name flirtatiously in front of the children causing them to taunt you with 'OOO's, and pepper you with questions about the nonexistent relationship until you departed.
They stayed in line as you approached the double doors that led to the gymnasium. He was there, dressed in his sweat pants, gym shirt and the whistle dangled from his lips.
As you ushered them inside he caught site of you as he wrangled another group and smirked. It was unnerving especially when your students egged him on by making kissy noises loudly when they noticed him too. On one occasion he sent a note with one of your students asking you out. You ignored it.
You should've reported him you know, but what would they say 'Oh he was just being friendly' or any number of things to justify his behavior. You'd been in enough situations to know without evidence that met their standards nothing would happen.
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In the teachers lounge Steve made his presence known. You stared at your custom coffee mug as it sat high on the edge of the third shelf. You had half a mind to take and break his, as it taunted you from the first. You were growing more and more tired of his antics. This wasn't the first time and you knew it wouldn't be the last.
Two arms planted themselves on either side of you as something rested on your head.
It was him you knew it. Who else would it be?
"Need some help little one?" He hummed.
"God damn it Steve get off me" you barked You elbowed him, but the mountain of a man didn't budge.
"No need to be nasty."
You felt him push you into the counter, crushing you against it as he reached for your cup on the high shelf.
"Here you go" he said placing it daintily in front of you.
Calm down don't blow your lid he is doing this to fuck with you.
"Shouldn't you be watching my class?" You asked as you waited for him to move out of your way.
"Student teacher got me covered. You remember what that's like? Give them the work while we teachers kick back and relax."
He backed away allowing you to get the coffee, but stayed glued to your side. You ignored him, pulling out your phone and flopped on the couch, waiting for gym time to end.
Steve of course sat next to you crowding you into the corner. He boldly placed a hand on your thigh, you brushed it off, cursing at him to 'go away'. If you got up he would only follow so you crossed your legs and leaned into the arm of the couch. Don't let him get to you.
Steve stretched out his arm on the back of the couch. Even sitting next to you he towered over you. His arm wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you in snugly. Your head resting against his tone chest. "God your so adorable."
"Steve!" you almost shriek at him as his other hand slyly crept under your skirt. "Jesus Christ what the hell is wrong with you."
You try to stand suddenly, but get jerked back down. Landing in the same awkward situation as before.
"Fuck you let me go" you hissed at him. He only chuckled as you tried to stop his hand from advancing up your skirt again. You became panicked the further he got.
Clamping your thighs tightly together as he wedged between your crossed legs. Your eyes shifted to the door before you, the couch sat across from the only entrance. If anyone came in they surely would be under the wrong assumptions.
His arm refused to budge as you attempted to pry him away. Steve was nothing but muscle, struggling was getting you no where, each shift pressed him hard against your sensitive area.
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"You know I've been nothing, but nice to you" Steve sounded disappointed.
"Stop please" you sounded panicked and desperate. Your nails dug into his arm as you tried to fight back an ache that taunted you as he teased.
"But you always give me attitude." He stated casually.
You slapped him. The sound loud in the empty room. Your eyes blurred with tears of frustration. Your hit did nothing, only leaving his cheek red, but from the smile on his face he liked it.
"And violent too. Hope you don't act that way around your class" he tsked while poking hard at the growing wet spot. You felt your spine curve and breath become heavier, your toes curled in your shoes as he increased his friction.
"Oh look at you. You like that don't you" he teased rubbing circles after noticing the tension in your legs relax. You cocked back to slap him again, but stopped when you felt his other hand at the back of your neck. It squeezed softly, but it was a warning nonetheless. You felt defeated. Not only was Steve bigger than you, he was stronger. Tears of frustration finally fell as you lowered your hand and let him do as he pleased.
"God your even cuter when you cry." He preened. "Tell you what. Since we don't have that much time....Kiss me and I will stop." You bristled as you felt him peel your panties to the side.
He didn't wait for your reply. Steve crashed his lips on to yours without warning. You flinched expecting pain, but it was soft. It was so tender that with anyone else they would given and close their eyes, accept it, but you couldn't.
"Stop..Steve.. Please" You panted over his lips, pushing at his chest as his fingers pushed into you. He didn't stop, the kiss only embolden him to go further. You whimpered and moaned as he took from you.
"Give me your panties" he asked pulling away from you, but his fingers still curled inside. "You promised you'd stop" you remind him, wiping away tears.
He wasn't going to relent, you could tell by the determination in his eyes. You felt exposed and embarrassed. Anyone could walk in at any moment and he knew it. He would probably get a slap on the wrist while you would need to find employment else where to escape the shame.
"I promise this time" he said lowly. "No tricks."
Swallowing your pride you lifted in your seat, he moved just enough to let the fabric pass. Rolling them down your knees quickly you hand them over. His hands slipped from you as you pass it. He held them up to the light and examined the wetness he created. Wiping away tears, you stood and bolted toward the door, but stopped when Steve whistled loudly.
"I think you forgot something."
You turned to find him pointing at your discarded mug.
"If you leave it, I leave this in it", he waved your shame in the air.
"Don't forget to wash it....don't want it to leave a stain" he ordered from the couch. You walked back on edge. Snatching the mug from the other side of the table. You rushed to the sink and rinsed your cup. More tears fell as you felt the wetness between your legs. The mirror mounted above the sink allowed you to examine yourself. Your mascara bled a bit and lipstick smeared, but nothing that couldn't be fixed with a dab of a napkin.
You swore to never step foot in the lounge ever again. If you needed to eat you would do it in your car or at your desk. This was supposed to be a magical time for you, but with Steve it had turned into a nightmare.
You sniffed as you blinked away the tears, forcing yourself to stop crying. Gym time was almost over and you needed to pull yourself together and collect your class.
"You know how often I wonder about you" Steve said rising from the couch, you watched him carefully from the mirror. You fumbled your mug, the water splashing back at you.
"Steve you promised" you said meekly, utterly defeated. He stared at you through the mirror, you felt his eyes watch your discomfort as you picked up the cup.
"What would the parents think if they knew their kids teacher walks around the class with no panties on" he tutted. You hung your head low and noticed your panties balled up in his hand as he rested it on the counter.
"I also wonder" He said pressing you into the sink. You felt his resolve through his sweat pants. "Do you fit?"
Fit?
Then it became clear. You felt his cock against your backside. You tried frantically to flea, but Steve caught you by the neck.
"I'm willing to bet you can't even fit half of me inside" he whispered in your ear as he bent you over the sink, crushing. "If I'm wrong I will let you go." Your eyes rounded as he hauled up your skirt. You whimpered as the cool air of the staff room tickled your exposed rear.
Steve was really going to fuck you in the staff room. These walls were paper thin and he knew it. Your head swirled in panic as you pleaded with him to stop. He only chuckled and shimmied down his sweat pants as you swatted back at him.
He angled and aligned himself as you sobbed. The tip slipped through your wet thighs, finding the target of its need.
You choked down a guttural moan as he breathed out 'good girl'. He watched your face as every inch stretched through your insides.
"Its is too much" you gasped out, trembling from the pressure, dancing on your tip toes as you adjusted around him.
"Its all inside" he praised the accomplishment. Forcing you to look at the mirror. "You fit me so good...see."
The mirror reflected your assault to your horror. "All cute holding me inside, taking everything I got" he said while stretching you.
Shooting pains radiated from your core as sharp breaths escaped you.
"Look at you" he taunted "coming apart just for me.... "
You heard the door to the room open and close quickly as you panted wildly. Steve didn't pull out, unabashed, letting whomever take in his pale ass as he continued to stuff you.
You didn't know who saw you, you only hoped his massive body hid you and your shame.
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who did the "shady benefactor" schtick better, Tachibana or Shroud? they're both so fucking funny (fourze and w spoilers follow)
Tachibana:
a secret organization can be two people right (Tachibana dies) a secret organization can be one person right
Triple life as a college professor, and an evil second-in-command, and putting on an elaborate charade of running a really real secret organization. When does this man sleep
Also sometimes Meteor had Tachibana do his Kamen Rider Club homework
I bet sometimes he was Facetiming with Meteor and then didn't have time to change clothes before a Horoscope meeting, so he just turned into Virgo with his Tachibana suit underneath
How many times do you think he watched the other Horoscopes talking about the kids they were emotionally manipulating or Libra whining about Cancer and was internally scoffing at them, like, you think this is bad? you have no idea what it's like trying to keep Meteor on a baby leash
Tachibana thinks maybe Meteor finally has his shit together after Meteor Storm and ducks out for fifteen minutes during Aries arc to answer some emails and when he comes back Meteor has decided to murder Fourze
Shroud:
People think she's much cooler and more competent than she is. Mostly her kids? Hand that rocks the cradle, I guess
Saeko gave a very intense monologue to Accel about how Shroud is a brilliant chessmaster manipulating Accel's entire life and deliberately arranged the murder of his entire family. Wrong! Shroud fucked up so bad with Weather and was genuinely distraught that he started murdering civilians
Philip is like "maybe this Maria woman is my mom with an alias and she's actually been leading this government task force(?) this whole time on top of being Shroud, and she's stepped up during this crisis to find me again and help me". No, Philip, all evidence suggests she's sitting at home feeling terrible about herself.
Does Shroud actually live in that forest? Is she a forest hermit?
When she's walking through the detective agency gloating to herself about how Philip is about to divorce Shotaro and then Philip and Shotaro do not get divorced
the three separate occasions she gives Accel or Philip the worst life advice as part of her Grand Chessmaster Strategy and they're like "hmm... no. I'm not going to do that."
When she went to the final Sonozaki family dinner and sat there silently with several untouched full courses of food in front of her because she's wearing fucking mummy bandages.
Shroud is the most divorced woman in the world
Hey, which is funnier: "(Akiko voice) Shroud did you fuck my dad" or "(Philip voice) Skull did you fuck my mom"
The fact that Shroud is this super angry, miserable woman with a very sleek and fashionable appearance, who worked with Shitty Gruff Noir Dad, and she kept inventing gear for their shared efforts that was like cute little animal robots that make friendly beeping noises
Also the compare/contrast is sooooo funny... Shroud being like (looks at Accel) "I can make him worse" (fails to make him worse). Tachibana with his head in his hands like can Meteor please be normal (no).
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PSA: HACKERS POSING AS FRIENDS ON DISCORD
My Discord was hacked. I’ve had my money spent and servers deleted.
The scam to me was not typical or tell-tale.
I want other people to know this method so the same doesn’t happen to them.
This is what should be known at the very least.
Exact details and tips are under the read more.
The scam specifically PREYS upon friendship and empathy.
They take over accounts and target the contacts.
My hacker was a REAL PERSON. Not a bot!
They appear normal enough in conversation.
They specifically make a friendly request for help.
They give reasons alongside the infected link or file.
It’s all about making you feel safe and not ask questions.
This would have NEVER HAPPENED if I had 2FA.
I was stupid and didn’t. I regret it so much. 2FA is quick and easy. You link a phone number and get texts. Discord has one-time use backup codes you can download. This is for if something happens to your phone. You HAVE to download these prior to losing your account.
Again, set up two-factor-authentication. Download your 2FA backup codes.
If you are a target, this can save you from a lot of grief.
THE SET-UP [ VERSION 1 ]
A friend in my contacts was hacked and taken over. I was messaged by the hacker. They said they were a part of an IT class now, had a project due where they had to code a simple game, and needed feedback. They claimed they were leaving in 20 minutes and needed this done. The file actually didn’t work my first attempt. The hacker suggested “fixes” to "help” me.
You’re inclined to help a friend. The story makes sense. This friend was one I trusted but didn’t know a lot about. I was not busy, so I didn’t have reason to decline. The time limit’s purpose was to make me focus on giving feedback rather than make conversation, so I wouldn’t figure out the scam. The hacker talked to me when it didn’t work to make sure I got the malware.
The file was called “Snake Game.exe”. This was a Trojan file. Trojans look like real programs to trick you. I don’t know the exact function of this Trojan. My guess is that it was a keylogger. It forced me to sign out of Discord. If it was a keylogger, it read my info as I typed it to log back in. I’m not 100% certain ultimately. Hackers have an arsenal of malware available and it’s not going to be the same in other encounters.
In TWO MINUTES, my account was lost. I thought the server error’d. Login denials went from saying incorrect info to saying my email was not found. I got an email sent confirming my Discord email was changed. Without 2FA, this was easy. They had my password, the only thing Discord would’ve asked for.
The Trojan was basic. It got my discord login and nothing else. Either couldn’t or didn’t have a chance as my antivirus killed it. I scanned my computer and didn’t have more malware. While basic, it’s all that was needed.
I had Paypal linked. They spent $110 total on Nitro. I changed my Paypal password thinking it’d disconnect my Discord from it. Later, another purchase went through. I cancelled my debit card.
I made a new Discord and messaged my own account. Hacker demanded bitcoin and tried to voice call me. He only bothered to reply because I offered money, which I was lying about anyways. Hackers say very little and don’t reply if they don’t need to. Pointless and not worth the risk.
He deleted the servers I owned and left the others. This is typical for Discord hackers. They use what’s useful, strip your account, and then either abandon it or delete it. This hacker didn’t use my servers but others will, getting the account banned.
They started to message people. The hacker is possibly a new person at this point. The way they typed and the believability notably changed.
VERSION 2
Hacker’s story and malware host changed. He sent a link, not a file. A friend I got back into contact with sent me screenshots of the hacker trying to scam them.
LINK TO SCREENSHOT. Hacker is green, friend blue, and the red is a past username. I left in the link he sent. Don’t go to it. I don’t know how the site works and how it gives malware. Merely going to it can be dangerous.
To summarize, hacker wants friend to bug test a game site they helped developed. This scam was obvious. Writing was poor, looks like it was put through a language translator, says he developed a game but links a “streaming” website, says the site has netflix/amazon/hbo for free, the site preview text is unusual, and outright says “this isn’t a virus”.
Obvious red flags. My friend asks a personal question I’d know. What’s my pet snake’s name? First time, it was ignored, so my friend repeated it. The hacker didn’t use my chat logs and guessed wrong.
Alarmingly, the “name” they said was actually an old username I used in the past elsewhere. I haven’t used it for years. This wouldn’t be found on my Discord or chat logs. Nothing else was hacked. I don’t know how they got this. My one guess is that my Discord password has been in a data breach and they looked up my password to get my compromised information for old accounts.
The hacker ends up changing my avatar, name, and numbers to something obviously not me. This makes no sense. It defeats the perk of pretending to be me. They’ve been offline for a while now so they might’ve moved on.
CONTACTING SUPPORT
Support is notoriously awful. They’re slow, strict about their privacy policy, and literally don’t reply sometimes. Common advice is accept your losses and don’t hope to recover the account. I've been lucky with Support so far but I still don’t have my account.
There’s an automated reply to your ticket that has questions. You need to give your original email, your discord username AND the 4 numbers, and how you got hacked. Having this gives optimal chances the ticket is taken seriously. 12 hours later, I was informed I’m being assigned to a team member. No actual action yet. Three days later, new email said they investigated and reverted my email back. The account is temporarily suspended and requires a password reset.
I still can’t get in because I’m asked for a 2FA code. I don’t have one. I told support and there’s no reply yet. Policy says they can’t give codes, but it might differ when hacked.
A deleted account can be recovered for up to 14 days, then is gone forever. It’s common for hackers to delete accounts. Get your ticket in and reply to Support ASAP. You don’t want to waste time.
When it comes to the transactions, contact Paypal or your bank first. Discord discourages Paypal disputes and wants a ticket. Contacting Discord should be your last option. My ticket about the money was never replied too and they asked for information I didn’t have access to. Meanwhile, Paypal solved my case in four hours and I was refunded.
PREVENTION + SECURITY
Having 2FA is the strongest security measure you can have when it comes to not getting hacked if someone has your info. Have the backup codes and keep copies in multiple secure places with one being Drive/Cloud service.
Practice security basics. Have a strong password. Don’t use one password for everything. Browsers now will generate you strong passwords and save them. You can also use a password manager. The email you use for accounts should be one you know you can still access.
haveibeenpwned is a site dedicated to archiving data breaches. If your email or password is compromised, this site will tell you. Compromised passwords should be changed right away if in use. Compromised emails should be monitored, but isn’t as dire as a compromised password.
Have an antivirus and an antimalware service. There is a difference. Having both maximizes protection. There’s a plethora of well-working options that are free. Keep them up to date.
Don’t brush off oddities or gut feelings. If something is off, ask questions and take precaution. A hacker relies on saying little while getting what they need. Simple questions reveals them. A true friend should understand you wanting to be safe and wouldn’t be upset at you not immediately doing a favor.
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