Honestly the idea of a union for youtube is stupid but the idea of forming a union against youtube makes so much more sense.
"Oh, you're going to take a fellow content creator's video down because it said fuck?"
"Go ahead, do it to us all, watch that revenue drop. We recommended adblock, and told them stories of how you fucked us over too, fuck you donate to our patreon."
Instead everyone just kinda...hates each other. Like of course now more than ever people on youtube are friendlier and more willing to mention each other, (hey anyone remember when it was bizarrely taboo for a channel to mention another channel?) but it's simply bizarre that the top brass of creation haven't decided to band together in instances where youtube screws a fellow creator, especially smaller creators.
Like, youtube doesn't need to have a union, I just think the creators need to unionize on their own terms and retaliate to youtube's bullshit. If it's really you're job, then act like it. Act like this is how you get to live in your house everyday fed and healthy.
Instead they all treat it like YT is this be all end all and nothing can be done. Fact is, ya'll are their revenue stream, *fuck with them* already. Shit.
You know how much Google would shit if they took someone's channel down with their inherently awful automated system and the next day 80% of the top 200 creator's posted a video talking about how YT has fucked them and how you can avoid giving them any money by using adblock, and instead of paying for their laughably egotistically overpriced premium, to support their patreon instead? That's gonna be a massive fucking meme they CANNOT reverse other than to say sorry and undo and wait for the damage to undo. Put the fear of God and the fucking User in their Corporate Ass.
Of course it can't be that kneejerk, it needs time and patience because yes it's a massive fuckin' Alexandria library or whatever, but if talks fall through and they don't hold up their end, pull that shit.
What're they gonna do, kick that amount of revenue away? Nah. Ya'll just gotta draw the fuckin' line in the sand, because when they do end up banning adblock, ya'll're fucked. *fucked fucked* at that point you lose ALL power. You have Absolutely Nothing to defend yourselves with. Whatever YouTube decides, will be effectively permanent and unchangeable, you remember the original adpocalypse? Imagine if they didn't need to change anything even slightly.
Imagine this, right now, you can say "get adblock to fuck YT over and pay for our patreon instead of Premium" in the future, you'll only be able to say "boycott YT Premium!" and it never, ever, works.
And Yes, Google is trying to ban Adblock by forcing all websites to only use Chromium, their shitty browser, this specifically fucks FireFox, the browser all of you Should be using, because Google is a genuinely Evil Company. I say, let them pull that Lawsuit of a trigger Now when we have our best chance of any progressive government, than later when shit's uncertain either way. Let's really let this shit be settled that Google cannot force a monopoly on The INTERNET.
Nobody weaponizes adblock and they really really should. Imagine really having the ability to say "I will use your site because you forced a monopoly, but I will not support it in any way directly." Like where the hell are you going to find any more specific information on tech support than Reddit or YT?
It just frustrates the fuck out of me that anyone would call a creator a "YouTuber" because that means in some way YT has ever fucking mattered. God no. They're the most irrelevant part of their own website at this point because nobody likes them. Everyone, has been burned by YT by now or knows of Several Creator's bafflingly fucked over by them as well.
This is the website where if you knew you were going to be copyrightten unfairly, you'd Purposefully get Copyrightten at least Thrice so Nobody gets Paid. As it was, you'd have the revenue stolen by literally anyone/whoever put the claim in because YT just didn't give a shit where your paycheck went, and that money was just gone permanently, the best you could do was Attempt Strong Emphasis on ATTEMPT, to counter the claim, and if you were successful, now whatever revenue generated is yours, again though, not anything before the claim, that's stolen!
But the very fact these same creators call themselves "YouTubers" like, you gotta admit, it's a bit sad, pathetic, frustrating, and just reinforces the notion that, heeeeey, you know, maybe you guys Do Need AN Union??? Treat it like a Job? Not a Joke?
WallstreetJournal did a hitpiece on all of you guys and most of you idiots fell for it...Like...how badly fractured can such a shithole be. It's hard to feel bad for anyone of them like, ya'll could've...tried? In the past. Like. Hundred times now, Guaranteed, Hundred Times Now, Tried.
I guess I'm blaming ancestor's who were but babies, but now? Now's the time to talk, we're way, way past the teenager phase, we're in young adult phase, let's make sure this ship don't sink because this shit's a literal infinite library Google should not even remotely have sole control over if I'm being honest. It outgrew them. They need us, not the other way around. We don't even need competition if we just become their competition.
I dunno how it'd be done. That's why I'm just kinda...throwing it out there, drunkenly. I don't think it could be a "legal union" or whatever, just a "we all agree to have each other's backs and actually organize something in the event YT pulls some shit."
As is ya'll act like it's a Minecraft Server where you each get your own little worlds. If you gotta eat, and YT fucks you, whatcha gonna do? Hope to God twitter works? Oh shit that's gone to hell, so, hope one of your big YT friends can contact some fucking hidden contact FBI shit as it's always portrayed? Oh don't have neither? Well buddy, looks like onlyfans for you!
anyways we need to break up Google and YouTube needs to become a government public library anyone can upload anything to and the internet needs it's own constitution that protects itself as it's own country as it god damn is god BLESS it.
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rafe participates in no nut november
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nov. 1
“this is the stupidest thing i’ve ever heard.” you cross your arms over your chest, but your boyfriend doesn’t give in, remaining steadfast.
“i already agreed to the bet, baby. you can’t change my mind.” rafe simply says, focusing on looking out the window instead of at you, avoiding your glare.
“i have needs too rafe! i can’t believe you’d agree to this without talking to me first.” you stand up from the couch, tired of this conversation. you grab your laptop and head up to your shared bedroom.
if rafe was going to make a stupid bet to not cum for the entire month of november, then you are at least going to repurchase a vibrator and dildo that rafe threw away when you first started dating, claiming you’d never need them again.
you pay for rush shipping and use rafes credit card, because fuck him.
nov. 3
“come on, just eat my pussy.” you groan, legs spread wide open on the bed, trying to convince rafe to pleasure you, but he just shakes his head no.
“baby, if i eat you out, i’m going to fuck you too. i can’t cum and break the bet, it’s only november 3rd. it’s been three days, we can do this.”
you close your legs as rafe lays down in bed next to you. you shouldn’t even be particularly needy yet. it’s not like you haven’t gone this amount of time before without having sex, but knowing you can’t have him is torture.
you can’t imagine a world without rafes cock, you’ve gotten so used to being stretched out by him on the regular that an entire month without is giving you withdrawal symptoms, increasing your horniness to unbearable levels.
nov. 5
look what just arrived. you attach a picture of your opened package, pink dildo and vibrator sat inside the box.
rafe reads the message but doesn’t deem you a reply, too busy doing whatever with barry. you honestly doesn’t care as you cunt pulses, needing to feel something inside of it, knowing it won’t be anywhere near as satisfying as rafes cock, but it will do. for now.
you strip yourself free of clothing and lay down on the bed, not even needing to go into the hidden album on your phone of nudes rafe has sent you, or when he snatched your phone off the nightstand and videoed you getting fucked, you simply imagine rafe being there, being the one touching you.
you send snaps to rafe, hoping to entice him into coming home and giving you his cock, but when you send him a video of you coming on the dildo, he simply replies with good try princess.
nov. 6
“aren’t you jealous of my dildo?” you ask, purposely leaving it out on the bed, but rafe doesn’t say a word as he lays down for the night.
“of course i am. this is hell for me too, y/n, but a bet is bet.”
nov. 7
“they won’t even know. just fuck me, i need it.” you whine, rocking against the seat that you’re sat on, not even caring that you’re out on rafes boat, and anyone could see you, not when he’s shirtless, muscles gleaming in the sun, a slight sweat sheening his skin from the high temperature.
“i can’t lie, princess. besides, they’ll know.”
“please, i’m desperate.” you beg, sliding off the stool to sit next to rafe on the captains bench as he effortlessly steers the boat towards deeper water.
“sorry baby.” rafe just tsks.
“can we make out at least? you’ve barely kissed me at all this month.” it’s true, in an effort to keep himself from growing a boner and losing self control, rafe has kept all of your kisses brief.
“fine, but keep your hands away.” rafe says, also missing your lips against his.
you were hoping you could press your body against his, at least get some relief, but rafe does make you keep your distance as your lips glide over his.
nov. 9
“i think this counts as girlfriend cruelty.” you cross your arms over your chest after another unsuccessful attempt at begging rafe to fuck you.
“i’ll make it up with a shopping spree.” rafe offers, and it’s not as good as his dick, but you still agree to it.
nov. 10
“does it feel as good as me?” rafe whispers in your ear, resisting the urge to reach down and help you out as you’re sat on the bed, fucking yourself with your new dildo as he tries to ignore the pulsating erection, forcing himself to think about things that turn him off, even as you’re laid out masturbating in front of him.
“fuck no it doesn’t.” you grunt, desperate for an orgasm even though you hate doing it solo, especially when rafe is right there, able to help. “which is why you should give up on this stupid bet and fuck me. need your cock, baby, i miss it.”
“sorry.” rafe kisses your cheek, but still watches you in fascination as you cum.
nov. 12
“miss you.” you tell rafe, snuggling into his side as his arms are wrapped around you, keeping you tight to his body as you cuddle, having just enjoyed a lazy day together.
“miss you too baby.” rafe kisses the top of your head, letting his hands touch your, rub over your back, but never venturing into dangerous territory.
“want you so bad.” you complain. you don’t mean to ruin the sweet moment, but you really are beyond desperate for rafe.
“18 more days, we can do it.” rafe says, but you’re really not sure that you can.
nov. 13
“maybe i’ll go sleep with topper.” you say, hands on your hips, finally getting rafes attention as his head snaps up.
“fuck you will not.” he grunts.
“well, this bet is between you topper and kelce, right? maybe i’ll just go make them cum and then you can finally fuck me. i would also get some new dick out of it.”
“you’re being a brat.” rafe says, knowing they’re idle threats, there’s no way you’d ever cheat on rafe, you just want to get him to break.
“well what are you going to do?” you taunt. “it’s not like you can punish me.”
rafe just smirks.
nov. 15
“what are you working on?” you ask rafe, placing your hands on his shoulders as he types away on his laptop. you bend down and give him a kiss on the cheek as he hums about whatever project he’s doing. you rub your hands over his shoulders, mumbling something about tension and working too much.
you let your hands move forward against his chest, and then lower and lower, until rafe is pushing your hand away from his crotch.
“come on, please.” you pout.
“you’re halfway there, baby. we can do this. a little bit longer and i’ll make you cum every day in december.”
“multiple times a day, i think i’ve earned it.” you argue back.
nov. 16
you’ve had it. you’re sitting watching rafe work out, pussy dripping into you’re underwear, and you’re done with the games and the stupid bet, you’re getting your boyfriend to fuck you today.
you leave the home gym, rafe asking you where you’re going as he lifts the weight, but you ignore him. you head into your bedroom, changing into rafes favorite pair of lingerie and a tall pair of heels that still don’t cause you to reach his height.
you walk back down the stairs, heels clicking on the hardwood floor as you reenter the gym.
“fuck, baby, don’t do this to me.” rafe drops his head into his hands, physically unable to look at you.
“no. fuck this bet. it’s so stupid, rafe, i’m about to explode. i need you to fuck me. i don’t care what you lose.”
“fine.” rafe says, and you think you misheard him at first.
“what?” you question.
“get the fuck over here before i change my mind, god i need you.” rafe stands, meeting you halfway as your bodies clash, lips pressed hard against each others as you paw at rafes clothes, needing to see him in all his naked glory.
you don’t even care that he’s sweaty from the gym, or that he’s lowering you onto the tiled floor instead of your bed. you’re not going to take the time to move even a foot.
“take your shorts off, fuck.” you groan, hands slipping as you try to push them down his hips.
rafe pauses his assault on your mouth to push his shoulders and underwear down, his hard cock springing free, tip already leaking with his balls hanging heavy down, filled with need from going without an orgasm for so long.
you pull your underwear to the side, revealing your soaked cunt. all it took was rafe agreeing to have sex that you got a rush of wetness.
rafe doesn’t waste time fingering you to open you up. you’ve been consistent enough with your dildo that it doesn’t hurt at all as he slides in, his warmth pressing against your walls as rafe groans, eyes fluttering shut as he cums before he even gives you one thrust, spurting into your pussy.
it’s too quick for you, but you still moan, clit pulsing as you finally get your boyfriend inside of you again.
“fuck, forgot how fucking tight you are.” rafe moans, and despite just cumming, he begins to snap his hips again already, fucking the cum further into you.
you reach down with one hand to rub your clit, pulling your boobs out of your bra with the other, letting them bounce with every hard thrust rafe delivers, not going easy on you despite it being 16 full days since you last had him.
“never doing no nut november again.” rafe promises you, pressing your lips back together in a searing kiss as you wrap your free arm around his shoulder and pulling him into you, his chest pressing against your sensitive nipples.
“i love your cock so much.” you moan, knowing when this is over you are going right upstairs and throwing that dildo away again.
“cum for me baby.” rafe begs, already feeling a second orgasm build, somehow having more cum to give you.
“yes, rafe!” you shout, back arching up off the floor as you cum, rubbing your clit to completion as rafe finishes inside you again, the excess of cum spilling out even as he keeps himself deep inside of you.
rafe collapses on top of you, twisting to the side so all your weight isn’t on him. he flinches when his bare skin hits the floor. “fuck, it’s cold.”
“it’s tile, dummy.” you giggle, causing rafe to groan when your pussy tightens. “take me upstairs, please.” you press your lips to rafe.
“i need a little bit of a break, baby.” rafe says, and you can tell from the way his cock is steadily softening inside of you.
“nope, you can eat me out until you’re ready to go again. i absolutely deserve this.”
rafe laughs softly, “okay, you do.”
nov. 17
“you didn’t tell me this is what you had to do if you lost!” you shout at rafe as he looks at himself in the mirror.
“would it have changed how crazy horny you were?” rafe asks.
“i mean- no.” you sigh. “but you could have told me! i probably could have made it 15 more days if you just fingered me or something!”
“do you wanna do it for me or do i have to do it myself?” rafe asks, causing you to snatch the clippers out of his hand.
“i’ll do it.” you run the blade over his head, watching as the gorgeous blond strands of hair fall off your boyfriends head, having to buzz it because he couldn’t resist fucking you for an entire month.
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