love is real. it’ll never happen to me. whatever
Watching any movie before 2000 reminds you that people in movies used to be hot but like in a normal way
not mine. found on reddit, but my god scam bots on ao3 are both embarrassing and hilarious 😭 I was told their usual goal was to either get users’ personal informations/money through fake commissions or get them to delete their fics so that these bots could ‘safely steal their works to train their ai without writers being able to claim ownerships of their own works since the original sources were deleted’ but I don’t even know what the point of this is. just to scare people for fun? because some people might unfortunately believe them. just to troll?
I was also told that if they were commenting as a guest comment, they sometimes used the urls of random innocent and legit users (since anyone can use any name they want if they’re commenting as a guest user), which is just bad for the innocent users who were impersonated by these losers.
anyway, if you got a comment like this, report them for scam.
it’s also important now more than ever for us all to leave nice comments on the fics we like. with the rise of scam bots plaguing ao3’s comments section, getting a genuine, nice comment from a real person means so much to writers who gave us these wonderful fics to enjoy for free.
No, no. I never said 40 goals. It's a lie. Liar told you that. I said 50.
It makes so much sense that Harry looked at Louis one day, and then sat down to write a song called Golden.
I mean! 😭
This is kinda out of nowhere but something made me think about it. I have a very close friend who is also my ex-girlfriend and it distresses me that every time that information comes to light, I always have to couch my statement that we are very serious friends with a very warm relationship with no lamenting or jealousy or animosity or whatever, and tons of people still remain real weird about us still interacting as friends, or start imagining a coldness to our relationship that doesn’t exist.
It’s insane to me that when you care about somebody and live with and sleep with them for years and then if the living-together and being sexual/romantic element of your relationship comes to an end the only societally acceptable ways forward are to develop a burning hatred for that person or at best never see them again.
absolutely hate it when the pleasurable activity procrastination hits. i’m going to do something fun that brings me joy but not yet. yeah, not yet. not yet. maybe i shouldn’t do it at all, it’s not that fun
Martin Luther King Jr. playing with his children Dexter King, Yolanda King and Bernice King in their backyard in Atlanta on November 8, 1964.
Photos by Flip Schulke
