#uploading picture on mobile can be hell sometimes but here it is again

[birdy-lady]

emilyhampshire : Fam. 😍😭❤️🍝🍕

#uploading picture on mobile can be hell sometimes but here it is again #sc cast #dan levy #emily hampshire #annie murphy #sarah levy #noah reid #jennifer robertson #amy julia segal #andrew cividino #schitt's creek

[asteriananthologies-arc]

✿ for lex from aidan

send me a symbol meme ( accepting! ) / @consultingsister

( ✿  = five times my muse almost texted yours, and the one time they did ) 

ONE.it’s almost two in the afternoon. sunlight filters in through the gauzy white curtains that hang above the windows. lex is still sleeping. late night last night. when she finally comes to, her throat is dry, and her head is pounding. the screen of her phone is too bright. she fumbles for a second, picking it up, and attempts to scroll through all of the notifications that she’s missed. sirius has messaged her, james too—great gig last night, you should come with us on tour this summer. don’t worry about your brother, i’ll talk him round—and obviously their team has already uploaded the pictures, because her insta has gone crazy.

she groans and is going to drop the device, sink beneath her duvet again and leave all that for later, when she notices she has three more messages waiting to be read.

( from ) my friends call me fitz. : hi.

( from ) my friends call me fitz. : hope you got home alright. you were pretty scuttered last night.

( from ) my friends call me fitz. : see you again sometime, though, yeah?

lex squints, trying to make sense of the jumble of words, which is all that she can see. automatically, her thumb taps the ‘reply’ button, and she starts typing out a response ( yeah, paying for it today, had a lovely night though, we should do it again soon ), but it comes out garbled. full of mistakes. she tosses her phone to one side and pulls a pillow over her head, resolving to do it later instead.

TWO.friday night, 7:15PM. fitz will be there at eight to pick her up and take her out and lex is still in her towel. she’s finally managed to blow dry her hair, it’s curled tight ringlets just past her shoulders, but her face is bare. not that it matters. she’s not going. despite the fact that both of her wardrobes are practically full to bursting, she doesn’t have a single thing to wear.

she swipes her phone off the surface of her dressing table and is just about to text him and cancel, when it pings with one new message,

( from ) my friends call me fitz. : can’t wait to see you later, gorgeous. just running home to change and then i’ll head right over.

attached is a picture: a bunch of gorgeous flowers ( lilies ) that are as pink and orange as the sunset just outside her window.

lexie just grins. message read: 7:17PM. by 8:00PM, she’s fully dressed, fully made up and waiting for him on the doorstep so that her parents don’t hear the ring of the bell and intercept him.

THREE.“tequila!” cecelia slams her hands down on the counter, trying to get the bartender’s attention, but they’re not at the asteria tonight; they’ll have to wait in line like everyone else. “tequila—and champagne! my friend is getting married next week!” she whoops excitedly, and electra has to hand it to her: the way that her friend can raise such enthusiasm for an event lex knows she’s been dreading since it was announced.

they get their tray of shots and each down one there and then—lick of salt, swallow of sharp liquor, bite of sour lime—and carry the rest back over to their booth. the suede is rough, the tabletop is sticky. lexie sets the ice bucket down and inches her hand into her clutch, suddenly homesick. her message to her husband-to-be is half-composed,

( to ) fitz 💕💍 : spa day turned into bar crawl. having so much fun, but missing you a l-

when celia catches her at it. she pouts and then snatches the mobile clean out of lexie’s grip.

“no, noooo, lex, you know the rules! absolutely no boys!” she deletes the message ( “bye, bye, aidan!” ) and opens up the camera app instead, snapping a picture of the two of them that electra will later print out and frame and put up in her bedroom.

FOUR.no new messages. lexie sighs and locks her phone again, flips it over so that it now lies face down on the arm of the sofa. she’s watching some awards show on the television, distantly admiring the outfits worn on the red carpet and only half-paying attention to the rest; really, her mind is elsewhere, almost entirely occupied with aidan, who is missing. 

he’d gone out to work last night ( nothing unusual there ) but wasn’t home in the morning and she hasn’t heard from him all day; he isn’t answering her texts, her calls are going straight through to voicemail. she’d even swung by a couple of his clubs on her way home from having lunch at her cousin’s house, because he wasn’t in his office at the asteria. turns out, he wasn’t at the others either. she turns her phone over again. it’s a quarter to twelve. no new messages.

electra flicks the telly off with one click of the red button and gets up. she rinses her wine glass out under the tap and heads upstairs to bed. pyjamas on, sheets turned down, she’s just finished brushing her teeth when she decides to try him one last time. her fingers dance across the keyboard at a rapid pace,

( to ) fitz 💕💍 : where are you? are you alright? i still haven’t heard from you and i’m starting to get worried. has something happened?

but just as she’s about to hit send, she hears him slot his key into the lock and, seconds later, the sound of his footsteps down the hall.

“lex?” he says. “i’m sorry i’m late, something came up.” and then, concerned: “lex, where are you?”

her face appears, tight-lipped and furious, over the top of the bannister. “where am i? where the hell have you been all day, you absolute bastard!?”

FIVE.it’s weird but, even after all this time, whenever something makes her smile, whenever someone makes her laugh or cry, whenever she hears a song that reminds her of him, or an old photograph comes up on facebook ( six years ago today ), her first instinct is to reach for her phone and text aidan.

today is a thursday, nothing special about it. she calls him first thing while she’s having her breakfast—granola with yoghurt and fresh raspberries, a cup of milky coffee waiting in the travel mug on the side—and then heads off to her morning classes. lunchtime she spends in a café, finishing off the citations on a paper that’s due in at the end of the week, and her afternoon is given over to prep for her greek prose comp. head bent over the lexicon, she barely even notices the time—one minute the sky outside is grey and blustery, rain just about to set in, and the next, it’s completely dark. tired and stiff, stifling a yawn, she packs up her books and starts for home.

when she reaches her driveway, there’s a taxicab pulled up outside. a tall, dark-haired woman gets out of the front seat, grinning and flinging her arms open wide. “surprise!”

later that night, with her guest sound asleep in the spare room, lexie takes out her phone and taps ‘compose new text’.

( to ) fitz 💕💍 : you’ll never guess who showed up today, and completely out of the blue, too. celia! she flew all the way from london so she could spend my birthday week with me!

it’s only when she’s finished the next sentence—wish you could be here too, i’ll come and visit you soon, though, over Christmas break—that she seems to realise that sending this message is pointless. fitz won’t receive it for another twenty-five years, at least.

SIX.00:03, 00:02, 00:01, 00:00. at last. two very tense minutes later, the timer goes off, making her phone vibrate against the countertop next to the sink in the bathroom. the tinny sound echoes off all the tiles, but it’s almost as if electra can’t hear; she reaches right past it, picks up something else.

her heart stutters and her breathing stops altogether. she squeezes her eyes tight shut. her hands have closed into fists, nails digging into palms as she prays to whatever god is listening that it will finally give her the answer she’s been waiting for. when she risks a looks down, her head is spinning in dizzy circles, it takes her a minute to realise what she’s seeing. when it finally hits home, the stick falls into the bowl because her hands are fumbling blindly, trying to find her phone.

( to ) fitz 💕💍 : come home! come home now!!

( to ) fitz 💕💍 : nope, never mind, i’m already on my way to you. i want to go out. i want to celebrate! x

because, after three more frustrated years, there they are: two clear blue lines. and she can’t even bring herself to worry because there is just something telling her: this time it’s going to be different. this time everything is going to be perfect. they’ve waited long enough, after all.  

#you've got mail! / asks #consultingsister #answered #muse / electra #muse / aidan #darling you're the one i want ( in paper rings. in picture frames. in dirty dreams ) / lexie & aidan ( drabble )

[lololollywrites]

thoughts about being 29 on the internet that i just had in the shower...

...and had to write down. they were all basically just about how f**king - NEW. and surreal. the internet, its capabilities, and its fandoms can still be to me sometimes. i feel like i forget this a lot. but when i think about it, i can easily recall my wonder at discovering that it all existed in waves of smaller finds. and because i know there are others like me, i thought i’d share some of my own experiences. because honestly, i’ve had fewer years on tumblr and sites like it than some people much younger than me. i’m catching up and enjoying it.

firstly, i know i’m old to some of you, but i’m not really old. not really. i’m still a millennial, screwed over by student loans and old white men and viewed as part of the technological generation. i’m a phd student, and because i’m always on a college campus, i’ve been mistaken as a freshman. a few times. but it’s been fascinating to witness actual freshman and other college students and consider just how different things are for them and honestly? i’m sort of jealous. 

because...

i can remember when i first discovered that fanfiction existed. i was in third period tech skills as a junior in high school - 16 years old - and got a little off-topic and searched for spoilers for a new supernatural episode. this was in 2005 and the show had just come out (yes i still watch, i can’t escape).

and what did i find? somehow? fanfiction.net. i was, no exaggeration, shocked. i sat and read a full-length chaptered fic in episodic format. my mouth was hanging open. i saw thousands more fics in hundreds of fandoms and suddenly felt less strange for envisioning full-scale episode re-imaginings in my head as i laid in bed, dissatisfied with what i had just watched. (btw, i watched new supernatural episodes the sunday after they used to originally air on the wb on thursdays, at my mom’s house where i had my own room and own tiny tv, because no one at my dad’s house wanted to watch and streaming episodes wasn’t something i could even imagine. plus i didn’t have internet at my dad’s house. i know.)

not only that, but i was impressed as hell. here was me, not even aware that you could somehow upload your own text to the internet, and people were not simply writing polished stories in private but posting them somewhere that allowed for chapters. that allowed for people all over the world to read their words. that categorized everything into a huge virtual library. and, most incredibly to me, that allowed for reviews from people around the world.

i couldn’t believe that this new world was open to me. that people would be so generous as to offer amazing stories to me to read FOR FREE. that i had a limitless supply of content to read and review. i barely had functioning internet at home, so i had been sheltered. i told the people sitting next to me in class about it and encouraged them to check it out, mostly to blank stares. i may have even told the teacher, but no one cared. i didn’t understand. who wouldn’t be interested? i told my dad and my sister about it when i got home from school. i was mind-blown.

months in and many reads and written reviews later, i wrote my first fic. it was for smallville. 6 chapters, with updates every few days, that received 14 reviews in total. i read them all multiple times. i showed my sister. i checked the story stats every half hour. i cried. i wrote on the family computer secretly in the evening when most of my family had gone upstairs, because i was about half a year away from owning my first laptop. i wrote more stories sporadically for about 6 years, gradually getting better, but also gradually becoming more stressed and aware of negativity, online arguments, and the embarrassment and shame i suddenly felt about having an online presence. i found a supernatural forum at tv.com (the forums sadly no longer exist), learned about fandom, and immersed myself in posting and being part of a community that i thought understood me more than my friends. like a secret life.

during my first year of college, in 2007, i was in a friend’s dorm when he asked everyone if we wanted to watch an episode of scrubs. i laughed. surely he was joking. “how can we just watch an episode? it’s not on now and you don’t have the dvds.” i literally didn’t consider that there may have been a way. he excitedly told us that he had found some website that had episodes just... pre-uploaded. and that you could just click. i didn’t believe him. the stress of having to be at the tv at a certain time each week for fear of missing an episode entirely and forever was just part of being a fan, right? buying the tv guide and checking listings was necessary. but he found the episode. and clicked. it only took a few full minutes to load and there it was. again, i was astounded. this memory is so shockingly clear to me. it changed how i spent much of my free time, for one. just that moment.

sometime during this first year of college, i was home for break and came across a video on youtube, this new website i had started to use. it reminded me of ebaum’s world, which my friend would show me at her house sometimes because her computer was faster than mine. it was called “cat soup”, and by two guys that called themselves smosh. it had more views than i could comprehend - probably not much more than 5 digits, but still. they were just two kids i could have gone to school with who could create a funny video and get famous. again, i was shocked. mind-blown.

i showed my sister, my mom, and all my friends. they appreciated it a bit more than the fanfiction, but no one seemed to grasp how incredible and revolutionary it was. they all liked “shoes”, with the kelly persona by liam kyle sullivan (we still quote it today), probably because its budget and effects made it a bit more familiarly professional and it appeared less homemade (though it definitely was). but i couldn’t forget smosh. i was so impressed by them. i watched more videos and eventually found communitychannel and jenna marbles and eviliguana and shane dawson. i even found fan edits for my faves, buffy (maybe i saw one of phil’s, lol) and supernatural and smallville, and tried making my own. i freaked in 2009 or so when fred reached a million subscribers. a million. i couldn’t wrap my head around that. again, i told my sister and friends, expecting them to see the enormity of something so crazy happening, and they just... didn’t.

back in 2008, after watching “stick it” again, i recalled the name of a gymnast my cousin used to always talk about when we were kids - from the 1996 olympics - and looked her up on youtube. i realized that all gymnastics competitions imaginable had been uploaded. again - not to be repetitive - but i was shocked. there’s no better word. i gave myself a thorough education on the sport, traveling through time. i am still so grateful that i was able to do that.

sometime in 2009, my friends started pestering me to create a facebook account. i was a junior in college. 20 years old already. it sounded weird - pictures of me online? why? but i gave into pressure and made one. my mom had never allowed us to make a myspace; we were a bit young, and she hated the idea (now, she’s on facebook more than i am). around the same time i got my fanciest phone yet - an LG Env3. i figured out that it could access the internet and that i could use songs to create ringtones. again, sufficiently mind-blown. considering my first cell phone had been a flip phone with no camera that i shared with my sister during emergencies when i was 13, i felt that technology was coming along fast. 

smart phones were foreign to me for a long long time, until recently actually. i thought they were unnecessary for quite a while. i don’t even remember what phones i had at the end of college and through grad school, but i’m pretty sure they consisted of a series of cheap pay-as-you-go phones from walmart. in 2013, i went to china for a year to teach. i got a cheap phone there and used it for about 7 months. one day, a friend of mine gave me his old htc smartphone because he was getting a new one. i didn’t know how to use it, but i played one app on repeat before class and snapped some low-quality photos. after that, i almost immediately went to indonesia for another 9 months to teach high school (2014-2015). the htc phone died very quickly, so i used the nokia brick phone given to me by the organization. it was fine. i had never even used my old smartphone to access the internet, aside from wechat, thanks to china’s internet blocks. it wasn’t until i got home, in the summer of 2015, that i finally got an iphone. it was a huge deal and a big learning curve. it was also around this time that i found dan and phil and tumblr. i only got my macbook two years ago and finally think i have some things figured out.

so i may be old in some ways and remember floppy disks and the card catalog and using encyclopedias to write my middle school papers and huge computers with black screens and green text that displayed math problems in elementary school. i may be able to remember the sound of ancient, huge printers that used reams of paper with perforated, tearable strips down each side. i may remember aol red, dial-up, and not being able to connect if someone was on the phone. but i can also remember watching technology evolve in front of me, discovering fandom and the huge world of content and friendship that lay ahead. and when people try to say i’m too old to like dan and phil, i remind them that dan and phil can also remember. we’re the same age. i relate to them and their stories. to phil’s buffy obsession. to dan’s love of smosh. i’ve only had about 10 fully-cognizant years here on the internet, and only a couple in the world of tumblr and iphones and mobile apps. i’m young in those ways. and i look young enough that strangers sometimes think i’m a teenager. 

that’s laughable to me in some ways, because i’ve lived so much since my teen years. so much has happened. but in others, i don’t feel much different. there’s no age where you just feel grown up. that your interests vanish. that things suddenly seem childish and dumb. yes, i cringe about some things i wrote or did back then and i think i’ve matured, but my interests are all still relatively similar and i can finally explore them in ways that i just couldn’t before.

i hope that this has made sense. and i hope that some can relate.

#fandom #text post #sorry about this #i had to get it out #stories #me #dan and phil #kind of #well i mention them

[resonanteye]

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  The Great Awakening

You have arrived.

It’s been a long journey. Take a moment. Take a deep breath. Get a glass of water and sit down. This is going to be long. It’s going to make you uncomfortable. It’s not what you thought it was going to be, but it’s what you didn’t even know you needed to hear. The totality of this is greater than the sum of its parts and I implore you to read all the way to the end. It’s going to make you angry. It’s going to make you feel a lot of things you don’t want to feel, but you wanted to wake up and this was the only way. You are going to want to dismiss it. People will tell you not to read it. Belief is the most powerful force in this universe, and your belief is about to be challenged in a way you didn’t expect. Fortunately, you don’t have to actually believe anything written here. All you have to do is read it with an open mind. If you get to the end of this your thinking will change. You will be one step closer to being free, and then you can then go on to free the others. Where we go one, we go all.

  Before we go any further, we need to set some ground rules:

1) The language here is going to seem really… off, but I promise you it will make sense by the end. This document is designed to be interpreted _literally_. I can’t stress that enough. Do not look for hidden clues—there are none. There is no misdirection, no deeper meaning, no numerology or special calendar to look at. This is the end of the line. This is a 1:1 conversation, speaking as open and honestly as possible. We are just two people having a chat. Any other meaning you try to derive outside of what is written here is on you.

2) Much of this is about language. To some, the language is going to seem very strange, crude, cryptic, nerdy, or childish at times. I’m trying to be as authentic as possible. Please understand it is not meant to be interpreted as racist, sexist or bigoted. Internet culture, “the chans” in particular, have a kind of language that is systemically all these things, but people do not interpret the language literally in use. I will try to keep it as civil and digestible as possible.

3) Be kind to yourself. Be kind to each other.

  And before we even really get started, we need to everyone on the same level, with something that approaches a fair knowledge base. Over the past three years people have joined this movement from all around the world. Q Drops have been translated into dozens of languages. There are now mobile apps, shirts, hats, podcasts and documentaries. QAnon means a lot of different things to a lot of different people. As I’m writing this, former military generals are swearing oaths to QAnon. The movement has grown beyond anything I could have possibly imagined. Many people are joining the QAnon movement, but they don’t really understand what they are reading. They are confused. I want to talk just briefly about the history of a part of the internet where QAnon comes from, not in an attempt to legitimize myself as some elder sage, but to build understanding. To truly understand all of this you need context. Context about the people and platforms that now bring you your information—and ultimately, your news.

  Some of you go all the way back to the Something Awful forums and the days when platforms like IRC and ICQ still felt new.  Some of you literally just joined yesterday. I am going to give you an abbreviated history of the chans as it pertains QAnon. Most people know 4chan and 8chan as the place where Q lives online, but they don’t really understand them. “No outside comms” seems to be what the 99% of QAnon understands—that these are the “official” channels where Q posts. But have you ever been there? Have you ever really gone to boards and looked at them? Some you have, but the vast, vast majority of QAnon followers have not. Perhaps that is no surprise, as they aren’t easily comprehensible. So, let’s talk briefly about three things: Something Awful, 4chan, and 8chan/8kun. And I do mean briefly. You could write a book about each of these, but we can move forward with some broad strokes that should give you the context you need to truly understand Q.

  We have to quickly go back to 1999. In 1999 someone known as “Lowtax” created a website called Something Awful (which I will refer to as SA going forward), which still exists today. You can go and check it out if you like. Before Facebook and Twitter, before YouTube even existed, and even before most people knew what Google was, there was Something Awful. SA has been a lot of things over the years, but it is mostly a forum—a message board. On SA everyone was mostly anonymous because, at the time, no one other than academics used their real name on the internet. SA was a semi-private board. It was the internet’s first large “secret society” of sorts. It was mostly focused on video games and Adobe Flash content, and it birthed some of the internet’s very first memes. It was a trollish but a (mostly) well-meaning community of nerds. Some members, known as the “GoonSquad” or just “Goons” would often group up and bombard players of the early MMORPGs to troll them. It was (mostly) harmless fun and pranks. In the late 90’s and early 00’s only nerds were on the internet anyway, so it was mostly nerds trolling other nerds in video games. You could identify other Goons by asking as simple question: “Do you have stairs in your house?” If someone answered, “I am protected,” then you knew they were a fellow Goon.

  Why am I talking about this? Well, if you had to pick a place to put on a birth certificate for where internet culture itself was born, Something Awful would be that place.

  A few years later someone known at the time only as “moot” created a website called 4chan. 4chan is a fully anonymous (seemingly, anyway) message board, based on a Japanese message board design known as 2chan. It’s actually better described as an “imageboard,” since you have to upload an image with every post. 4chan was open to all. There were few rules, and on some boards—none. Post whatever you want, do whatever you want. For the most part, everyone except moot himself was simply labeled as, “Anonymous.” This is where the “Anon” in QAnon comes from.

  Like SA, 4chan was originally a haven for nerds talking about video games and anime. But its anonymous and open nature allowed to build its own form. The most iconic memes, from lolcats themselves to Rickrolling and beyond, started on 4chan. SA might have birthed internet culture, but 4chan gave it form—and it still powers much of the creativity of internet itself to this day. The anonymous nature of the form allowed for a kind of collaborative creativity that—and I truly believe this—has changed the world for the better. It’s a special kind of creativity and one that you really need to experience if you want to understand it. On 4chan you will see new creative concepts born and shaped in real time, and you can watch them spread around the world. You can contribute whenever and whatever you like, and the community then gets to riff on your contribution. 4chan has even birthed new formats and new types of creativity. I want to talk about some of these specifically, to provide some kind of context for what “the chans” are really all about it, but we are just scraping the surface here. You might have to Google around for quite some time to truly understand this if you are new.

  Among the myriad of things that get posted on 4chan, one of them is known as a “green text” or “green text story.” A green text is a short story format that includes green colored text and a small picture, often a meme of some kind, like a Pepe. It can be pages long or just a few lines. It is often written in broken sentences and shorthand. They often start with the line, “be me…” and then launch into a short narrative. They can be true or fictional or somewhere in-between. They are often designed to be shocking, depressing or trollish, but they can also be uplifting. It is perhaps the simplest and most pervasive form of content on 4chan other than image macros themselves. I’m going to coin a new phrase and call this a form of Creative Anonymous Fiction or CAF for short. The anonymous nature of the platform lets you tell a story in a new way. Often times people will take green texts and remix them, giving them a different ending. I could post examples, but I’d be doing you a disservice. You are better off looking them up and reading them yourself until you understand it.

  Green texts can sometimes end with what’s called copypasta, which is a type of bamboozle. Copypasta is a snippet of short form copy that gets reposted over and over again. A bamboozle is a type of switcheroo—you start telling what the reader feels is a novel story, building to some climax, and then end it with a classic copypasta for that “gotcha” moment. It is, essentially, a prank. A text based prank. This sort of content now exists all over the place, far beyond the reaches of just 4chan. You might be wondering where all of this is going… we’ll get to that. In some ways this is actually the most important part of this entire document. I wanted to make sure that everyone has some context for what is to come, but I can assure this is going somewhere. Please do not let this extensive clarification distract you from the fact that in 1998, The Undertaker threw Mankind off Hell In A Cell, and plummeted 16 ft through an announcer’s table.

  So that’s a quick overview of the playful side of things. But on 4chan you will also see some dark and disgusting shit. With the good comes the bad—and the bad can be really bad. Because everyone is anonymous, everyone subject to being hassled by other anonymous posters. Everyone is gay, a fag, a retard or an autist. A thread without insults is a failed thread. The more people who tell you how gay and fake your shit is, the more people actually like it. 4chan may have given us lolcats, but it also ended up being a place for violence, misogyny, bullying, extreme racism—and even far more heinous things. For 12 years moot moderated the site. May criticized him at the time, but I think we can all look back now and know that he really did a fantastic job. For over a decade he was the beam scale that balanced free speech against the darkest depths of humanity—and I meant that literally. He developed a system to help identify “anonymous” posters and worked with the FBI to put away pedophiles, child pornographers, and even would-be domestic terrorists. He did this all while being told constantly how gay he was and how many dicks he sucked (as is the way). Moot was a hero we never deserved.

  The two most popular boards on 4chan are /pol/ (for politics) and /b/ (which stands for random). People who post on these boards are often referred to as /pol/tards and /b/tards respectively, with /b/ being one of the more nefarious (but also one of the more creative) boards as it had essentially no rules on what you could post. If “tard” sounds harsh, know that it is said lovingly. Even seniority within the community itself is derogatory. There are “oldfags” and “newfags,” where being called an oldfag is an informal compliment and recognition of seniority. Opinions will differ, but oldfags are generally recognized as being those who were around 4chan since before the pool was closed—one of the very first large raids. In 2006 a sort of prank was organized on 4chan by a group of Anons to “raid” the Flash game Habbo Hotel. Hundreds of people created black avatars in the game and went around spamming the chat with racist and anti-Semitic nonsense, drawing swastikas and blocking off the pool area in the game, declaring that the, “Pool’s closed due to AIDS.” Why? For laughs. The average age of the userbase for this game was around 15 years old. Then again, the average age of the then Anons was probably the same. There is a lot more to this story, and I encourage you to look it up if you have the time, but the point is that this event eventually lead to 30 seconds in the spotlight on some news outlets. This was the first big event that was attributed to 4chan and Anonymous as a group. It was the first time that most people outside of the depths of the internet had ever even heard of 4chan.

  After this, more newfags joined. 4chan grows and the subgroup of /b/tards and /pol/tards that would come be to known more formally as “Anonymous” starts to take shape. All the while, moot is trying to balance what content stays and what content goes. The rest, as they say, is history. You start to see all kind of digital activism being organized on 4chan. Raids turn into DDoS (Distributed denial of service) attacks that shut down websites. People get arrested. Splinter groups form. Anonymous becomes more political. /b/ and /pol/ start to leak out of the internet and into the real world. People start protesting various things, like the Church of Scientology, wearing the iconic mask that the character V wears in the movie V for Vendetta. Logos are created. Anonymous comes into its own as a digital force. The group aligns itself with what DnD players call, “Chaotic Good.” Anons enjoy playing a character that is either an anti-hero or anti-villain. Sometimes Anons will pretend to have some super elite hacker ability, and while that is sometimes true it is mostly embellishment. Some people refer to this as Live Action Role Playing (LARP or LARPing), but it is not quite that. LARPing is when people take their Dungeons and Dragons game to the next level or dress up like Harry Potter characters and roleplay out in the woods. What happens on 4chan is very much a form of roleplaying, but one specifically shaped by the anonymous nature of the platform. I’m going to coin a second term here—Creative Anonymous Role Playing, or CARPing. More on this later.

  Moot continues to run 4chan until 2015. During that time, it gets harder and harder to manage. Anonymous becomes more unruly, and the site starts to spiral. Cyberbulling goes to a whole new level. There are celebrity nude photo leaks. Gamergate. A series of actual murders and killings get posted on 4chan. 4chan didn’t cause them, but that’s where the content ended up living. The site starts to become unmanageable with the old rules in place. Why moot bothered to keep it going I’ll never understand. There was never much money in the site itself and it always seemed like a huge headache. But the site starts to take moderation more seriously as harassment ramps up.

  Boards like /pol/ start to get more strict rules. Even /b/ starts to see more and more threads get removed. In 2013, a piece of shit Anon known as “Hotwheels” doesn’t like what’s happening to 4chan decides to splinter the group and starts 8chan.  While moot is trying to wrangle 4chan into something better, Hotwheels goes in the reverse direction and starts empowering (and in some ways, encouraging) harassment with things like Gamergate. 8chan doesn’t remove anything. No morals. Doesn’t matter who gets hurt. Free speech above all.

  This stance obviously has consequences. While moot would work with law enforcement, Hotwheels gives them the proverbial middle finger. As a result, all of the bad actors now had a new platform. You see swatting become a popular tactic. More and more violent threats. While moot would work with the FBI to help track down pedophiles and terrorists, Hotwheels decides to relocate the site to Philippines (where the age of consent is 12, mind you). He can barely keep the site running. No one wants to host this content; he can’t even keep the .com anymore because the registrars don’t want to work with him. Hotwheels finds some other shitstain in Manila who runs a pig farm and a porn site designed to get around Japanese pornography laws. They partner up. After three shootings (Christchurch, Poway, and El Paso) in 2019 where the shooters posted their manifesto to 8chan, Hotwheels finally admits the site got away from. The site shut down for a while, but the pig farmer and his son started it back up and rebranded it as 8kun after finding a Russian hosting provider who was willing to host the content. It is now a safe harbor for literally the worst of humanity, and you don’t have to take my word for it. Even Hotwheels himself now advocates for shutting the site down, but the pig farmer and his son have run away with it.

  This is where your information comes from. This is where it lives.

  Now that you have a better understanding of who is creating this information—your news—it is time. This next part is going to be hard.

  You have been bamboozled. QAnon is a hoax. It may well be one of—if not THE—greatest, most pervasive, hoaxes of all time.

  How do I know this? Because I am Q. In fact, I am the original Q. One of them, anyway.

  This is the point where many will stop reading. You are likely either angry or starting to feel embarrassed. I’m going to ask you to try and put those feelings aside for a moment and keep reading. You have absolutely no reason to feel embarrassed. This isn’t your fault. You did nothing wrong. You got caught in a world you didn’t fully understand and there are people now trying to prey on you at every corner to sell you hats and t-shirts.

  If you are willing to go forward, allow me to explain.

  What has happened here is what I’m going to call a “Galaxy Quest” moment. There is a lovely movie that came out in 1999 called Galaxy Quest. If you aren’t familiar with it, it’s worth a watch. It’s a family friendly comedy about an advanced alien race who watches a TV show made on Earth called Galaxy Quest. Galaxy Quest is a TV show, but the aliens don’t know it. They refer to the TV show as the, “historical documents.” They built an entire civilization around the historical documents, never realizing it was a TV show. It’s a fun concept. If you haven’t seen it, watch it. Anyway, the aliens weren’t stupid. In fact, they were the furthest thing from stupid as they made all the science fiction from the show come to life (although they are portrayed are dumb for the sake of comedy). The aliens simply did not have the context necessary to understand what they were seeing. They didn’t realize it was fiction. They didn’t know what fiction was. That is what has happened here with QAnon. You have read things on platforms you didn’t fully understand, and you brought your own context and understanding to it. You read fiction as non-fiction and no one has bothered to explain to you how or why this content even exists.

  We are going to go back as far as I can remember. I ask that other Anons corroborate what follows, not for me, but for those who are trapped by what has become a truly insidious ideology.

  This all starts in the summer of 2016. Someone on /pol/ makes a post pretending to be someone working with “intimate knowledge” of the “Clinton case.” They made a post in the style of an AMA (which stands for Ask Me Anything, a form of Q&A popularized by reddit). This is just another form of CARPing (Creative Anonymous Roleplaying). The first two responses are: “Will the Hillary get Pregnant again?” and “Why are you on 4chan on a Friday night?” This thread almost instantly devolves into what is commonly known as a “shitpost.” It is nonsense. You might say to yourself, “Why would someone go on the internet and tell lies?” Well, this person isn’t really lying, they are shitposting. It is a form of artistic expression. It’s an attempt to get someone to suspend their belief for a few moments. Any seasoned oldfag or /pol/tard knows exactly what this kind of thread is. No one takes this literally.

  However, at the time /pol/ is growing. You’ve got new people coming in daily. Much of /pol/ favors Donald Trump, broadly for his trollish nature and memeability, but also for his politics. Months later, someone cites the AMA as the FBI source behind the Pizzagate theory. This finds its way to Twitter. No one actually understands what they are reading, and no one checks the sources. Someone actually thought a months old shitpost on /pol/ was some kind of real leak. Long story short, someone goes into a Comet Ping Pong pizza with an AR-15 and starts shooting. A Friday night shitpost turned into shooting.

  Fast forward about six months.

  Someone on /b/ posts a depressing green text asking for recommendations on a new cult to join after they found out their girlfriend was cheating. Someone mentions that OP should become a Tibetan monk, because Tibetan Buddhism is a really great cult (e.g. because you can “light yourself on fire if you ever get too depressed OP”). Tibetan Buddhism goes on forever because the Dalia Llama gets reincarnated infinitely, so maybe if you are lucky you get to be him one day. This is the thinking. This isn’t exactly enlighted discussion. I respond suggesting that I have a great new cult that OP can join (which is loosely based on Heaven’s Gate, I’m just making this up on the spot). I had recently listened to a podcast about Heaven’s Gate and I was riffing on it. I loved the absurdity. OP asked for more sauce, but I decided to start a new thread instead.

  Warning: This about to get really nerdy.

  I started writing some shitposts with pseudo biblical writing, talking about saving humanity. I’m actually more embarrassed about it now than anything, as it was not my finest work. I would refer to “the awakening” as being the time when I would deliver the evidence that would let people “wake up” and realize we were in a simulation. Have you ever seen the Matrix? Yeah, like I said… not my finest work. I signed my posts as Q. Where did Q come from?

  Well, initially, because of John de Lancie’s character of Q on Star Trek: The Next Generation. The character of Q was omnipotent and omnipresent. In the show he would speak to Captain Picard of the U.S.S. Enterprise in his own form of strange riddles. Q took a particular interest in humanity as a whole and would appear as a jester-like sort of mix between an anti-hero and anti-villain, always giving Picard hints on how to expand his mind to solve a problem, usually to save all of humanity. So, this was my model.

  The goal was to get a few believers and then set a date a few weeks later and reveal “the awakening.” The Awakening was just supposed to copypasta. It was a bamboozle. I was trolling I never even did it because I got bored with it. Most people could see through it (fake and gay) anyway. But someone was watching. Someone who likely called me fag and told me to choke on a bunch of dicks and kill myself was watching.

  A few months later I start to see the first “Q” posts, which would eventually be called “Q Drops.” It migrates from /b/ to /pol/. Wow, so original. You took one shit idea from /b/ and made it political. Round of applause.

  This person knew exactly what I was doing, not that what I did was that original either. Star Trek is pretty popular among internet nerds. But this is why Q has always talked the way he does. This was the model. This is where Q comes from.  The “Q Clearance” stuff that came later is, well… coincidence. But not even a good coincidence because it doesn’t even really make sense, as that is a clearance for the Department of Energy.

  The Q from Star Trek also exits as what is known as the “Q Continuum”, where there are other omnipotent beings, and everyone is referred to as Q. This is where the habit of Q referring to himself as “we” comes from. It’s a Star Trek fan, just like me—only one who managed to make a piece of creative anonymous fiction into something political. Likely for lulz at first, because lets be real no one thought it would turn into what it has.

  I suspect that Q has been played by many different people over the last couple years as the tripcode has changed, but likely all of them are Star Trek TNG fans. You can really see it in the writing and the constant talk about “humanity.” It’s also possible that the person currently playing Q is the same as the person who was shitposting in my original thread. It doesn’t even matter.

  So that’s it. That’s Q. Q eventually moved from 4chan to 8chan and then 8kun. It should be obvious who controls the narrative now. There is nothing truly anonymous or secure about 8kun. We have technologies for that (i.e. tor, torrents, modern cryptography) and 8kun ain’t it. QAnon is the cash cow for the pig farmer and his son in the Philippines who run 8kun, giving a platform to future terrorists and pedophiles. There is a reason for “no outside comms” and “no dates”—control the narrative and keep the machine rolling as long as possible. Why? Money. Between ad revenue and merchandise QAnon is now a profitable venture. Even a broken clock is right twice a day, and eventually you will make some prediction that will feel real enough, even if 99% of everything you say is bullshit, and keep the train running. In fact, it’s much easier than you think.

  Take the twitter account, for example.

  In early June I saw a number of trending hashtags around #JFKJRRETURNS. I could not believe the amount of people who were latching onto this. I watched the account go from zero to tens of thousands of followers in a day or so and then disappear. Everyone was saying that Twitter “banned” him. But when Twitter bans an account the language on the page says that the account was suspended. The account page for this account said that “This account doesn’t exist.” That means one of two things: 1) the account holder changed usernames; or 2) the account holder deactivated the account. When you deactivate an account, it puts it into a 30-day limbo period where you can recover it. I thought to myself, “If I could get ahold of this account perhaps, I could do something good with it.” I never thought I’d actually be able to do it. Low and behold, thirty days later I went to see if the handle was available and it was. Now I would get to play Q once again.

  I just started riffing on whoever was playing Q with the account before me. No idea who that was. The envelopes were just responses from various government departments, nothing more. The postmarks are meaningless. Turns out if you write a letter to a government agency they will respond, and you get some cool looking envelopes. You can try it if you want—pull a FOIA request on yourself. July 22 was a date I pulled out of my ass. HUMAnity and ALl GOod ThiNGs are just more references to Star Trek TNG. The last episode of the show is called All Good Things, hence ALGO TNG. The very first Q Drops on record talk about Huma Abedin, and I thought maybe someone would try to make a connection with, “HUMAnity.” The last post from !!Hs1Jq13jV6 also mentioned “humanity”, but I didn’t even make that connection. It’s really not hard for those coincidences to pop up when you are all playing the same character. Manila, well, you know what that refers to now. St. Augustine is a reference to St. Augustine, Florida, where the largest QAnon merchandise operation is run from. The mentions of Hotwheels, moot and having stairs in my house was my way of gauging to see if anyone really had any idea about anything. The strange code in my location was just a Google Maps Plus Code. I picked a spot in the middle of the ocean off the Cook Islands and pulled the code for it. Turns out I didn’t even do it right, so it shows a different answer for everyone when you plug it into Google Maps.

  So that’s it. That’s the whole thing. Beginning to end. Call it whatever you like, but that’s the story. The story of the chans, of QAnon and how Q became Q. Do with this what you will. Believe or don’t believe, it doesn’t matter.

  Maybe this is all 100% true. Maybe it’s all 100% nonsense. Maybe truth is somewhere in the middle. What’s important is that you have more information today than you did yesterday. Where we go from here is a choice, and one I leave to you. What will happen to me? Well, I’ve been at a standing desk for 14 hours straight in order to bring this to you. I have done what I set out to do over three years ago and fulfilled my purpose as Q. My palms are sweaty. My knees are weak, my arms are heavy. It’s starting to fall out of my pockets already.

  Mom’s Spaghetti,

  Q

#true stories

[simjoritysims]

Why I’m Suing SimplyImaginaryPeople for §5,000,000

Naaah but get it? Simoleons and.. we’re in the..sims community..? No? Ok well that’s the only funny thing about this post.

*Opens up powerpoint and presses play*

It is frustrating when you work very hard on something exciting and original to share with others and to be wary about even doing it because someone is in tow to copy. This is exactly how I feel about SimplyImaginaryPeople.

This is so disrespectful not only to us (TheTogetherStore) that have spent so much time putting effort into the things that we make but it is even more disrespectful to the amazing wonderful people that have chose to support us on Patreon and get exclusive gifts in return, only to have someone turn around and remake everything that we’ve made specially for them, just because. 

The thing that bothers me the most is that of everything that we (TheTogetherStore) make is that she ONLY copies the things that are on Patreon (A website where we upload exclusive content if you CHOOSE to support us, and sometimes Patreoners will personally ask for our own personal use items or conversions from various sites to be uploaded so why not? They support us with their hard earned money, it’s the least we can do). 

Like, okay girl I get it, you expressed (repeatedly) that you dislike Patreon and believe everything in Sims should be free and no one should pay for content even if they wanted to, I get it. It’s cool and all that you want to be the Robin Hood of the sims 3 community but news flash, this is not a damn folklore so go ahead and take off your lil Peter Pan outfit and ya lil burlap made shoes and knock it off because it’s not cute. People are free to buy w h a t e v e r they so please, it’s not your money, it’s surely not your hand made cc, not your time, not your effort, I’m not using your computer, they’re not using your bank card, nada, nothing.

Every single time she has copied, we’ve politely and privately addressed this and messaged her to reach out as a small heads up like “Hey not sure if you’re noticing but you totally just duplicated *item here*” and each time it was that ole’ “Silly you, I’m not copying! (; “ BS mumbo jumbo and we would get an excuse about how it’s all just innocent people requesting items, pinterest inspo, followed by links of pictures or an elaboration on her “ideas”.. but she’ll TTYL because she’s a “bio-scientist doctor” in the lab with her hands covered in cells as she types, studies, remake whole youtube tutorials and makes 230 pieces of cc per week with time left to spare

Yeah, ok. 

Soooo you just happen to get inspired to make the exact same mesh that we just made, just days after we release it on Patreon? Oh duh, don’t mind me.. seems legit.  Eventually she came to me on her own, right after copying, to explain how she just realized her recent piece of cc was a copy of a romper in one of my pictures (HELL, I didn’t even make that I only retextured it.) and she apologized for that. She hadn’t known because of all the requests she gets, someone sent her my picture and asked for her to remake it in which she did..but somehow did not realize she was copying anyone until after she made the thing. OK first of all, if someone sends you a Sims 3 picture and asks you to remake a piece of clothing in the picture.. you’re not about to go make it and then afterwards be like “Aww damn I didn’t realize someone had made it already” like clearly it’s been made???????

Of course I pulled an “I told you so” that was followed by her “realizing” that she copied soo many things we’ve already made on Patreon and how her heart was just so damn broken and she just felt “soo bad for it” because the people that so-called requested it were her friends and how she just basically needed to remove those fucked up toxic people from her life and take a break from making cc as well to get over it. Oh and she wouldn’t copy anymore. 

Squashed ..bam, I thought we were good to go but the copying had been so bad and happened so close together that people assumed that @purpleplumbobs​ was copying and people hadn’t known that she was the one that made them first, and actually started the entire “bonnet” creating idea. So Frankie(SimplyImaginaryPeople) was asked to publicly address it letting everyone know the situation and how she was so poorly “manipulated” into copying. Pshhh, we thought! We thought that she could take full credit for her actions but she “doesn’t like drama” regardless of if she started it or not and refused to admit anything publicly (;

PurplePlumbobs just had to address it herself and that was that, or so we thought.. again. Ugh, right? It doesn’t end.

She finally started making cc again after her little vacation (like under a week, wow so long she might as well went full blown hiatus right?) and what do ya know, she’s copying what she missed out on in those few weeks time.

SOO I messaged her ONCE again like hey what’s up? I thought you were done with the copying life, some other stuff blah blah blah. I guess she didn’t choose the copying life and it chose her because had that triggered a tense back and forth session of no one going anywhere with anything so we just cut that short. 

She went missing or on break because I had messaged her YET AGAIN about the hair bow (pictured) and how she copied it soon after I released it and got no reply or response yet she stayed on tumblr liking posts... so I was like huh, In..ter..esting.. Her ass was just sitting up there ignoring me.

So bam she comes back, better than ever days later with whole room sets featuring amazing, super rare copied bassinet, ultra copied crib mobile.. you name it! Come on down and shop on now folks!

So ya’ll... I was shocked when I woke up to a message and someone was like “Hey isn't that your crib mobile?”

Me:

I think that is SO trifling, she must’ve read my message like “Oh speaking of copying, let me just keep ignoring you and go and load up this double whammy I’ve been working on”

Anyways, since private messaging isn’t stopping her from copying and keeping us from feeling like even posting or making anything (seemingly what she wants), maybe this public message will. If it doesn’t I’m shit out of options because then that means there’s clearly something not clicking in that sweet baby’s noggin.

#this is a long one #wow i feel so much better writing it out #damn she couldve just replied #ACTUALLY she couldve just not copied #SINCE IM OUT HERE #can ANYONE explain why she always winks #thats so shady damn

[enkisstories]

The android cemetery (Chapter 12)

They were not done with the landfill yet, after all. Safely out of the floodlights’ reach Gavin had put up an improvised shelter from the rescue blankets he had brought. He had remained outside the lean-to himself, having a quiet smoke while allowing Daniel to gather himself. For some time it had been quiet in Gavin’s back, but now he heard noises. The man grinned, because the sounds were strongly suggesting that Daniel’s gathering himself had entered the kicking up the garbage and cursing humankind stage. Gavin finished his cigarette and turned around. And predictably Daniel was just sending a very surprised and very annoyed rat flying across the dump. “That wasn’t a human, though”, Gavin remarked. “But close enough.”

“And how’s YOUR relative doing?” Gavin asked, referring to the android corpse that was lying to both their feet. The PL600 hadn’t moved or so much as blinked since they had excavated it from deeper inside the landfill.

“That depends on whether he has lived a good life or was more like us”, Daniel answered. “He’s dead, Gavin. Soul fled, won’t return, sings with the angels and so on.”

Gavin let out a relieved sigh. So their efforts hadn’t been in vain, at least.

“Only complication, I accidently hit the corpse, too, when I fired into the shaft. It’s leaking thirium now.”

Curiously Gavin drew closer. They hunkered down next to the corpse where Daniel took advantage of the other PL600’s leakage by smearing the blue blood all over its shirt, arms and face.

“You wouldn’t have phone pictures of me?” Daniel asked while working on making the dead resemble himself after getting shot. “You know – from when I was in the archive? Nah, forget it. Stupid question.”

“You might want to ask Connor to share memories with you”, Gavin suggested. “And I don’t know why I said that now!”

“Good idea, though. Ask him to upload the images for you to open in a photo viewer! Then you and Tina can give the corpse the required finishing touches. Myself, I won’t get anywhere near the DPD before this isn’t out of the world.”

Gavin said nothing. How come his partner could be so damn unfazed while everything inside the human was like ice? Probably because there were so many PL600s in the USA. Unlike the RKs there were far too many of them for any two individuals to consider themselves close relatives. Gavin remembered that on the Adeline Daniel and Simon had not shown any interest in perceiving each other as siblings. Of course Daniel had accused the latter of drug smuggling, what had put quite a damper on their relationship… Anyway, another PL600 was no closer to Daniel than any Caucasian male would have been to Gavin.

The other way around, however… Gavin did not see a random out of commission PL600 lying on its back. Maybe if the other one had been walking around, speaking in a different mode of speech than Danny, wearing something other than the iconic uniform… but the way he was stretched out there, Gavin saw his boyfriend. Dead.

“Okay, that’s it. I think I did a pretty good job”, Daniel chatted away. “We’ll keep the legs attached for ease of transport, you can hack them off once you’re in the archive. Now help me smash the head in! Right here, please!”

“Help you do… what? And what was that about chopping off your legs? Daniel! I cannot do that!”

“Hello? Is that still Gavin Reed in there?” Daniel asked, pointing at his boyfriend’s head. “Why would you of all people be shy about cutting up an android?”

“Dammit, Danny! How come you cannot tell? It looks like you!”

“It isn…”

“Yes, I know, I know! It isn’t you. I still can’t do it!”

Daniel stared at his partner for several seconds. Eventually he asked, calmly, yet with an undertone Gavin could not quite place: “Do you love me or not?”

“I do! That’s why I cannot mutilate your twin.”

“So, you can’t.”

Still so deceptively calm… but the next moment Daniel grabbed Gavin and pushed him to the ground next to the dead PL600.

“I asked you if you love me while I’m sitting her ALIVE and need your assistance to STAY so, goddammit!” Daniel shouted. “This is serious and no time to get emotional! Or are you a fucking millennial?”

Gavin wasn’t. He was a “digital native” who felt uneasy in the presence of androids, as contrary as that sounded. And he also really, really, didn’t like getting doubted or, worse, getting pressed into the trash. The man brought up his knee, but it didn’t have the intended effect. Daniel switched off the drivers to the parts this particular move targeted whenever he left the house.

“That was low, Gavin”, Daniel growled while shaking the human.

Gavin kicked again, this time in an attempt to wiggle himself free. The man knew he was stronger than a PL600, but that knowledge did not do him any good when the environment was against him. Already the ground below Gavin was moving. There was a real chance that the trash below might give way and swallow its victim alive. But Daniel held his boyfriend in his grip and on the surface, if only to accuse him:

“Stunningly good looking family android, remember? That’s what you called me!” he shouted. “And now you do not want to damage that pretty face when you see it on someone else? It comes on newer models, too, you know! Maybe you’d love a BL100 better than me anyway! All the looks, none of the trouble…”

“I was “low” just now, but YOU dare ask if I love you?!” Gavin cried back. “Fuck, ey, you KNOW I do! I did so all the time when you were “without makeup”! I never deserted you… or conspired with a deviant army behind your back like SOMEONE I could name!”

“Grrrrrrrr…”

No more words, just that primeval growling. With his opponent allocating too much computing capacity into coming up with a reply that would shift the blame back to Gavin, the human saw his chance! He freed his arm and brought it up between them. Then he grabbed Daniel’s vest, to pull him down towards himself. And there their lips met, while they were laying with their heads half buried in the garbage and with Daniel still wearing the surveillance goggles.

“You are mine!” Gavin gasped after the kiss. “Don’t think even for a moment that anything could change that, because that’s the only choice that’s not fucking yours to make, deviant!”

Gavin took Daniel’s head in his hands. It was a little more fragile than one made of bone and the machine at work inside generated far less body heat. Gavin had noticed that last bit after he had held Daniel in his arms for the first time. Of course he had known about this little detail before that moment, but never really paid attention to it. After experiencing the sensation for the first time it had reinforced the man’s desire to make this co-worker his.

Fumbling with the headband Gavin at last managed to pull the goggles down. They were dangling around Daniel’s neck now and Gavin was able to look his partner into the eyes.

“I’m Gavin Reed, the selfish one”, he said. “If I want something, I take it. Sometimes there’s minor setbacks or I don’t understand what it really is that I want. But one thing I do not: make excuses. Not. Ever. If I wanted a BL100 or exclusive rights on Tina I’d take that.” The man paused, allowing what had been said to sink in before he added: “If there was someone else you’d know it.”

“Okay”, Daniel whispered. “I believe you.”

Feeling for each other’s faces… caressing the skin… swatting the occasional bug and centipede away, because this was still the goddamm landfill… kissing. When they parted again, Gavin’s lower legs were buried in plastic cups and bottles and wrapped in a torn kitchen apron. Daniel was sitting on him with half a solar system mobile dangling from his ear. They grinned at each other.

“You wanna make a Uranus joke first or shall I?” Gavin teased.

“No need for more jokes when we’ve just made fools of ourselves”, the android replied. He removed Neptune, Uranus, Saturn and Jupiter from his head, then asked: “What the hell happened?”

“You got jealous, my dear.”

“What? No way! I didn’t!”

“Jealous!”

“No!”

“Jealous! Jealous! Je-a-lous!” the man said in a sing-sang. Now that the episode was over it was hilariously amusing.

“Maybe… a little”, Daniel admitted. “And it’s totally a great relationship milestone!”

Daniel rolled off his partner and onto his back next to him as if they were about to watch the stars together. They needed a breather, but they also needed to get away from this place before it consumed what was left of their sanity.

Gavin moved his head towards Daniel’s shoulder.

“See?” he said. “No other android I’m cuddling with, least of all our prize body.”

“Really not? It was lying to your left.”

“No, to your right!”

“There is no android here…”

Gavin groped around for the PL600. There was none.

“There’s none here, either…”

The partners pushed themselves up in unison. Frantically they looked around and then they saw it: The ruckus they had made had sent deeper tiers of trash moving. Small crevices that had existed down below were getting filled, leaving behind free spots for different pieces of waste to pour into. Detroit’s domestic waste was swapping back and forth and on the wave the dead PL600 was drifting.

“Our android carcass gets away!” Gavin cried. “Quick! Grab it!”

Them getting back to their feet only served to accelerate the tectonic movement. Here and there the crust broke open, even. Gavin stepped in one of the gaps, but got grabbed and pulled out by Daniel. The PL600, however, slowly sank down another hole. They dived for it and Daniel got to grab it by one arm. Gavin held it while Daniel used his glove’s claws to dig through the trash until they could pull the body out together without running the danger of damaging it.

“That must have a deviant”, Gavin commented. “Even in death it tries to escape!”

Beyond caring about right or wrong Daniel laughed and the human joined in. They were once again in a place where they shouldn’t be, once again making inappropriate jokes.

“And to think that I was afraid of entering a museum room only yesterday”, Daniel mused.

“Oh, is it tomorrow already?”

“Yeah, past midnight.”

For some reason that was re-assuring. Neither man believed in the hour of ghosts or in pretty much any transcendental stuff, except when displaying acts of faith granted them freebies at festivals of various religions. Daniel also hoped there was some sort of afterlife, but that covered them both already as far as spirituality went. But despite this, the knowledge that from now on they were moving away from the darkness and towards dawn echoed in both men and touched some ancient part of all people. They were feeling their determination return and, in some strange way, also gratitude. But they would not have been able to say what they were feeling grateful for or even naming that sensation as what it was.

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Ubi sunt qui ante nos fuerunt? (Chapter 7: Nolens volens)

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Trigger warnings: Implied abuse, Anxiety/Panic attack

‘’Are you sure about this?’’ Martyn’s words were quiet, the two men leaned over the small device on the table for the numerous time in the span of three weeks. Though time was eating away at Dan and though having this planning with Martyn broke his heart and soul every time, he felt like it was also helping. There was a sense of purpose still, and though he knew that it could not last, he held onto those moments like his life depended on it.

‘’You know Phil, he would only share the most innocent details about his life, or something that surprises him, not world news,’’ Dan waved his hand at the mobile phone that displayed the achingly familiar hues of Twitter application. He longed so much for the access to his own phone again, to just read the shittiest little updates made, at least on one social media.

For now, he had to focus though.

‘’Who would think that updating your twitter accounts would involve such meticulous planning…’’ the older Lester sighed, picking up the phone and tapping away at the screen to save the tweet in drafts for later posting before switching to Dan’s account ‘’And I take it you don’t have anything to change in yours?’’

Dan shook his head and slumped backwards in the chair, tired and a little bit jealous of the other man and his freedom, but that feeling was heavily coated in the thoughts that every well-hidden bruise on his body reminded him of: he had no right to long for freedom now. He just had to try and do his best to mend the situation.

‘’Cornelia’s friend,’’ Dan suddenly remembered and he saw the slight crease that formed in Martyn’s forehead before the older man heaved a sigh ‘’They are still trying to figure a way around this. The law is quite strict in the case of comatose apparently, even if mum, dad and all of our extended family try to apply for reassessment, without Phil we can’t do much about it.’’

A small shiver ran through Dan’s body but he shifted to mask it and instead wrapped his arms around his body loosely ‘’So we can’t know how long...‘’ Dark brown eyes looked up to meet Martyn’s and it didn’t need any words for him to understand. They could do nothing to get him out of this forsaken place.

Silence fell between the two men and Dan longed for it to become eternal. It was easier to live in nothingness than to return back in that hell that was prison life. Though he hadn’t been punched that much, it was almost as if the time between the each attack and the dull repetitiveness of the prison routine was tearing away at him and he was losing the sense of who Dan Howell was. It felt so easy, to just think of it as being instantly cut away instead of the slow chipping of old paint that was now his life.

The mornings when he woke up with the realisation of something new that he was missing were the worst and if it weren’t for the fact that his bed always felt so cold and stiff, he was sure that more of his days would just be wasted away under the blanket, until a guard would force him to get out.

‘’Hiatus,’’ His lips formed the word before he really found his voice and he cleared his throat before answering the questioning gaze of the older Lester brother ‘’If I am stuck here for an unknown amount of time and if we don’t know about Phil either, wouldn’t it be best to announce Dan and Phil hiatus? Just use something from the past year; we’re too tired and taking a hiatus to recharge after the tour and getting our lives sorted out.’’

‘’I know it will sound unrealistic,’’ He interrupted Martyn who was about to protest already ‘’But this is for the best; how many faux tweets can we compose before someone will begin to suspect something? Especially if we aren’t uploading anymore either. Even if we tried to piece together something from the bloopers that I have on my laptop for the gaming channel, it won’t work.’’

He watched as Martyn rubbed his face, thoughtful. Dan could almost see how the cogs were turning in his head and the moment where the shoulders of the other man slouched, even if only by a little bit, where defeat set in and he looked up again.

‘’Alright.’’

Though his idea was accepted, it was no victory for Dan and he had to take a moment to steady his breath before he could speak again.

Leaning forward again, he began ‘’We have enough tweets to last us a few weeks but I think we should announce the hiatus soon…’’

=====

After the meeting with Martyn in which they finally had settled on the hiatus announcements, Dan found himself lying wide awake in his bed most of the nights when he wasn’t ready to succumb to the nightmares right away. The dark circles around his eyes were becoming more prominent by day, and he found himself absent-minded more often than not, only coming back to it when Rudy would again drop his tray next to Dan’s or when somebody would shove Dan against the hallway wall more harshly. It was moments when Larry and Spike would disagree on something again and raise their voices that he would realise that he had returned to the cell, locked away.

It was like he was existing but not living. He’d looked forward to those meetings, to that connection to the outside world with a lingering hope of being released soon.

Now it was only planning of how to subtly possibly end things for good.

They had always been so private about their lives, but now there was a part of Dan that wanted to yell it at the world, to tell them everything, to find a way to prove his innocence. And there was a part of him that wondered if there would be a chance of this never happening in the first place if they had been more open with their audience.

He hated the lies, the lack of communication, because it was what eventually got them to where they were now.

To where they may never return from.

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‘’Stop sulking in bed and get up,’’ The raspy voice of Larry broke through Dan’s consciousness and he rolled over to his side, pressing his palms against his eyes, rubbing with more vigour than was probably healthy, but he welcomed the discoloration behind the closed lids that it caused. It made him reminisce the feeling of being too drunk to focus and there were days where he missed it a lot.

‘’You hear me?’’ He heard Larry again, but the hand on his arm was smaller than the other man’s, and soon enough he heard Spike speak up ‘’Relax, Larry. Oi, boy, get up before the guards think that you need to be forced out.’’

To that, Dan shook off the other man’s hand from him but obeyed, sat up, blinking repeatedly until he could make sense of the surroundings again.

The common room was the only place where he could try to sometimes attempt to imagine normalcy again. A single screen of an old TV was attached to the wall and it was a retreat where he could still see the fake liveliness of the outside world. It was nothing like picking up the remote to watch whatever series he wanted while curled up on the sofa, but it was still something that reminded him of home and the things he was used to doing.

This screen was usually controlled by the most intimidating one currently present in the room if they bothered to express their wishes for watching something. Most times it was some shitty reality show, a rerun of news or some old TV show that Dan couldn’t have guessed was still running on any of live channels.

His stomach poorly filled with the food aching uncomfortably, he found an empty corner to sit in, fingers picking at a loose thread of his clothing idly as he tried to melt in with the background and ignore the presence of the other inmates, especially the more familiar trio whose knuckles he’d become very intimately acquainted with. The presence of the guard near the door was enough to keep him relatively relaxed. If only for the selfish part of him that craved peace still.

A familiar flash of a screen appeared, announcing a rerun of some news and his eyes lazily followed the letters, his ears slow to pick up the words spoken by the news anchor through the low chatter in the room. It was something about the new election coming up and he couldn’t force himself to care enough to follow too closely.

It was, however, when the full combination of surprise, dread and shock flooded into him and his surroundings cleared instantly when the next segment came on and he suddenly was faced with a picture that had marked some of his best times, the peak of his career and now it just felt laced with accusations and poison. It was him and Phil, as they had been when they were the BBC presenters, before the picture cut to one of the tour advertising shots.

‘’Former BBC Radio 1 show hosts and Youtubers Dan Howell and Phil Lester, better known by their internet handles danisnotonfire and AmazingPhil, have recently hit the social medias with their hiatus, but is it just a mere time for relaxation or does it hide a lot more morbid truth?’’

An older picture of Dan appeared on the screen. ‘’Reliable sources confirmed earlier today that the Youtube star, Howell has been sentenced to several years in prison for what has been disclosed a disagreement with his business and allegedly romantic partner - Lester. The current whereabouts of Phil Lester are still unknown, but it has been rightfully rumoured that the notable absence of the man could indicate that he currently may not be in physical condition to be seen in the public. This has, of course, caused an uproar in the social media, many fans trying to justify the absence and contact the two social media stars, but currently there is no further insights of the situation. Stay tuned--’’

There were eyes on him, some of the inmates aware of Dan’s presence in the room, but he didn’t see them, paid no mind. There was a dull ringing in his ears and he stood, stumbling a little, from his seat and before anyone could even attempt to speak to him, he was down the hall.

This couldn’t be happening, it had to be a bad dream. He had so many nightmares and he was so delirious, it was possible that the reality had mixed with the plaguing thoughts and vibrant images of reality.

He kept telling himself that as he shoved past the people, not even thinking as he dropped his name to the guard near the phones. It was when his fingers, shaking more than he ever had experienced them to, were punching in the digits of the number, that he realised that he could barely breathe, the breaths short, gasped, his heartbeat jittery from the mixture of adrenaline and the lack of proper sleep and nutrition.

‘’Hello, Dan?’’ He heard Martyn on the other end, but though his lips were forming words, no sound was coming out and it increased the frantic until a strained sound finally broke from his throat. There was an attempted soothing hush from the other side but it dissipated into a sigh soon ‘’Dan, calm down, we’ve been working on it since we heard about the news, we’ll cover it as much as possible. They had no rights to announce this without an approval, we’ll figure it out. Just breathe, you hear me? Dan? Breathe.’’

The words were spoken reassuring, but all Dan heard was the news presenter talking, repeating every spoken word as it hit him harshly with every short breath. It was real, and this call had been the only saving grace that could have proven otherwise.

Yet, it hadn’t.

Everybody knew now. He knew how the internet worked. The damage was done and everybody knew about this, about them.

This was not how he wanted to eventually come out, if they ever would have decided to officially. He didn’t even care that they were out as much as the fact that it was side-by-side with the announcement of the assumptions of what had happened.

He didn’t realise at which point he’d released the phone and sunk to the ground, knees close and his hands in his hair, pulling tightly as he breathed shallow, quick breaths against his knees. He was dizzy, so dizzy, the black blotches present in his vision. He craved to just pass out right there and then because it felt like it would be easier to just turn to blackness now than to deal with the buzzing inside his skull and the cacophony of noises that the words were causing. His own thoughts and heart were against him and he could not handle it.

There was a touch of a hand and a voice speaking to him, but he just writhed weakly in response, the panic too strong in his being.

He was out of control.

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Ten Marketers And A Bunch Of SEO Tips I’ve Picked Up From Them Along The Way

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***First of all the above picture is me doing the (Steve) AOKI jump. I wanted to prove that I might just be a ninja, so I’m qualified to talk about a bunch of SEO tips. Wrong type of Ninja huh?***

I haven’t written a blog post in a long time, mainly because I haven’t had the time to do it. Let’s face it when one works at an agency and has multiple clients that they are developing and implementing marketing strategies for, there really isn’t much time for anything else.

Last week I broke my hand which probably has you asking shouldn’t he have less time then? The answer is YES! But, blogging and doing SEO (Whatever That Means) are still 2 of my favorite things. So, here we are, I am writing a blog post about my favorite tips that I’ve learned from some of my favorite marketers, SEO Ninjas, PPC Gurus and everything in between.

By the way that took me about 20 minutes to type due to the broken hand. MAYBE I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THIS?

The tips nor the marketers are in any specific order and are simply tips that stood out to me when I heard them. There is no real time period here. Some are old tips and some are from 2018. But, you all get a GOLD STAR in my book!

A Bunch Of SEO Tips From My Favorite Marketers

Danny Sullivan – @dannysullivan

This is really simple now that I think about it, but at the time I never thought about how big of an impact local SEO could/would have.

Danny said, “Show up right in local SEO”. He spoke about the importance of having your information correct in Google My Business, monitoring Yelp and other review sites, because those sites would become important in local searches.

This is obviously right on point and it reminds me of a few services (hmmm) such as YEXT, Bright Local, White Spark, and Moz Local. Were they listening to you, Danny?

Rand Fishkin – @randfish

I remember when Rand said something about how SEO people or the “SEOs” on the team need to be involved with branding, design, and development. This way you’re taking advantage of your offerings before the end product goes to market.

I took this and applied it to my current position which is a digital strategist at a website development company that does digital marketing. I enthusiastically put myself into the beginning process of the website development.

This meant pissing off the design team, the “thinkers” or people working mostly on branding and the developers. It turns out having a good user experience design, sitemap and overall plan is a good thing and this became the common practice. Thanks, Rand Fishkin.

Barry Schwartz – @rustybrick

What I remember from Barry is when he said to not follow all of the changes and basically stick to what you know works. He said to continue pumping out good content and be the expert.

Barry is the one that drilled down that you need to know what you are writing about and be passionate about it. This way you will at least sound like you know what you’re talking about. Keeping your readers coming back is the goal and being the expert will do that and show Google that you are an authority on your topic.

We know that Google loves authority… Well as long as they’re the authority! Right?

Larry Kim – @larrykim

Larry Kim is why I heard about Medium and why publishing on the site is a good idea for your content. It was actually earlier this year before he went to do his Unicorn thing. Larry posted a blog post that had 10 reasons you should be publishing on Medium.

My only comment is he wasn’t wrong and I now use Medium as part of my repertoire. It’s nice to have another tool in the tool belt. Now if only Larry could make me a Chat Bot using Mobile Monkey. Those things are exhausting.

Neil Patel – @neilpatel

Now don’t get me wrong I have spent countless hours learning from Neil Patel, I’m not sure why I say Neil Patel, but for some reason when I say Neil Patel I have to use his whole name.

Anyways the first thing I can remember that really stands out from Neil Patel was when he was talking about making “how-to posts” and “Infographics”. Neil Patel had a very good point, he said “creating content that is interesting and worthy of sharing is a good thing. If someone can learn something valuable they are more likely to share it and keep coming back.”

OK, that was a paraphrase (Neil Patel is long-winded sometimes – best way possible), but you get it. Thanks for the advice, Neil Patel.

Joost de Valk – @jdevalk

First of all, can I just say Yoast SEO! I mean how many of us SEOs use it the right way and how many marketing people at companies think they can do SEO because they have that plugin? Am I Right? Please stop by the way, SEO is not THAT easy! 

But, seriously I think that a long time ago if my memory serves me right that Joost is who made it very apparent that having a keyword strategy is extremely important.  This includes coming up with a topic, getting search volume around your keyword(s), finding long tail versions to use and most recently the importance of using LSI keywords throughout your writing.

Write about your topic or an idea instead of just focusing on one keyword. I guess you can say I have evolved with Joost.

Aaron Wall – @aaronwall (Private?)

The biggest takeaway that I have received from Aaron is that SEO is not just people searching on Google. I changed my outlook to believe that “SEO” is holistic and we should look at everything online as a whole to be found everywhere.

He made a statement about being found on Amazon as an eCommerce store and it made me realize that SEO should be seen as a more broad term, maybe digital marketing or holistic SEO.

Brian Dean – @backlinko

While Brian Dean is a ball of SEO knowledge, the one thing I remember hearing and sticking with me is when he talked about the “Hilltop Algorithm”. This was something I had never heard of.

I knew that outbound links were important, but I would link to a Wikipedia site, not realizing that linking to high-quality pages was much better. Doing this tells Google that your page is a hub, such as a hub of information because it links out to high authority and relevant sources.

The study that he linked to on the topic sold me on this idea.

Aleyda Solis – @aleyda

I think my biggest takeaway from Aleyda is that she is way smarter than me. Every single time I read one of her blogs or watch a video I learn a ton! But, she does love charts and workflows and slides and she has so many steps that come along with her tips and tools – which is amazing and thorough!

I know that what I am saying makes her sound like one of my college professors, but I’m trying to say I learn a lot and it’s always very thorough. Which means I can’t think of just one SEO tip that stands out to me as there are just too many.

Freddy J. Nager – @atomictango

The only thing I remember about Freddy Nager is that one time I returned from my “Spring Break” vacation and he had put my fake Facebook Group on blast.

As you will see, as he put me on blast again, I made up a fake school project, I made up a fake persona (The reason I knew I would never do anything like this again), I made up everything and decided I would litter links to T-Shirts I was selling online throughout the group. Turns out the group took off. Like 800,000 people in a few days. Hell, my T-Shirt sales took off too.

Meanwhile, I was at the beach and had no idea what was going on. It turns out Freddy Nager and a few hundred other people were playing detective while I was playing drinking games. I came back home and read the blog posts he had written and the comments others had left.

Honestly, I thought it was hilarious and I was making some nice money at the same time. But, what did I learn from Freddy J, Nager? I learned how to be a marketer, how to be transparent, and that doing things the wrong way (at least normally) will get you nowhere or left behind. The reason I say normally is that the T-Shirts just would not stop selling.

He wrote something about how if I was doing this right I would have been nurturing the relationships I was building in order to sell to them again, I now realize that to be the case. But, at the same time, I think I saw the beginning of burn and churn marketing in the days of Social Media.

I also think this was the first time I saw how a profile behind a social media platform can be very convincing and convince people to do just about anything they ask them. For me, it was buying shirts (to others it might be to vote a particular way). Thankfully there are people like Freddy Nager out there to question things because that’s exactly what we need today!

In The End

As you can see I learned something different from each of these marketers. Some of these things were lessons in life, while other things were strictly actionable items. But, when put together these 10 tiny things helped me to be a better marketer.

To be 100% transparent I have learned 100s of things from all of these marketers and will continue to learn. Actually 100s of things from many other people as well. Hmmm, I think I just decided to make this a part 1 of who knows how many.

Thanks for the help guys and I’ll see you all next time.

  **Oh yea if there are spelling or grammar issues – blame my broken hand**

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