Ajit Pai will still have to take this bill to court and defend it. That’s where the real battle begins.
DO NOT STOP FIGHTING. BUT ALSO DON’T WORK YOURSELF INTO STATE OF PANIC FOR THURSDAY.
THIS IS IMPORTANT.
This is where the real voices are heard.
This is where our voices may really matter.
Yes, if it passes Thursday, that will suck. But right now, Thursday’s vote is on the people who have largely been planning to do this no matter what we say.
Please, PLEASE don’t stop fighting if Thursday goes the way it probably will. IT IS NOT OVER YET.
samuel is the typical over protective older brother – only 9 years old, he’s a smart kid with a heart three times the size of him. he takes after dear old dad and has a optimistic and positive attitude!! only things he takes after dear old mom is his blue eyes and quick wit.
samuel has dark brown hair and always wears a cool jean jacket chase bought him for his 8th birthday – even sewing on a patch letter ’S’. he tries so hard to be just like his dad, he even tried painting his bang green (which stacey sadly screamed at him for)
samantha is the sweet and innocent 6 year old little sister. she adores drawing, her dad, and fairytales. she has a sensitive and caring heart – always sharing and helping when she can, even with chores!! she takes after dear old dad in her fearlessness and daring attitude. she takes after dear old mom in…well,…not much. not even looking anything related to her.
samantha has brown hair, much lighter than her brother’s, and always dresses in a black skirt and grey sweater chase has got her before…well, the divorce. she’s protected by her big brother a lot by their mom, who always seems to target her out of the two to yell at.
stacey’s got strawberry blonde hair and bright blue eyes. full lips and thin figure, not looking a day over 19. she’s two years younger than chase. the two had been high school sweethearts before having samuel in high school, dropping out senior year – just before homecoming.
chase tried his best to support her. his and her parents kicking them out after the news broke. with nowhere to turn to, chase got a job with the city as a janitor at town hall. after hours, he’d throw balls of trash into the trash can in different ways…he’d call them trick shots – hey, maybe…maybe he can make money off this!! its like those channels he’d watched in study hall at school, hell yeah he could do that!!
stacey yelled at him, “are you stupid?! no way that could ever work, damnit chase!! this baby is comin’ in 3 months and we still live in this fuckin’ dump of an apartment!! grow up like you made /me/ have too!!”
“you’re the one who wanted it unprotected, what happened to ‘oh i’m on birth control’?!” chase explodes. the two yelling it out before he leaves for the night. back at town hall for the graveyard shift, trick shotting again.
chase was in a dark and horrible place when samuel was born.
but on that october day he was, just taking a look at /his son/, he knew he didn’t have room to love anyone else. that love and drive to better himself grew when samantha was born – vowing he’s always be there for his kids.
as they grew, so did his channel. ‘bro average chase’, a good title and clickbait-y for teenage boys like he was once. subs growing, views rising, everything falling into place as he brought in paycheck after paycheck from youtube.
the rest? well, its simple. stacey hated seeing chase, the one she thinks ruined her life. she hated seeing the things that…reminded her of what happened to ruin her high school career; no college, no prom, no homecoming.
but he loves those kids so damn much, time to ruin his life.
and thats where the brody family is now. stacey at her sisters with the kids who only get to see their hero – dad – on youtube. chase stuck with the other egos to help in taking over jack’s channel (maybe if he succeeds at that, stacey and the kids’ come back), and unanswered questions.
he stays up a lot, wondering what samuel’s working on in school, what samantha drew that day in class, if stacey still wears his old soccer jersey to bed. if…if stacey goes to bed with some other man. if the kids have a new dad…
maybe…maybe some questions are better left unanswered.
Parents should not be searching through your trash
Parents should not be snooping on your private social media messages
Parents should not be taking your bedroom door off
Parents should not be invading your privacy
reblogging this because when they go through my phone and find my tumblr they’ll see this
As an actual mom, I approve this message. If your parents say it’s a normal part of parenting, no. No it’s not. They are wrong.
Man my dad ripped my door off its hinges, and by age 7 i was burning pages in my journals and got a password/uv light pen protected one to try and fucking have a shred of privacy, and now my mom acts like im as untrustworthy as her. It. Is. Not. Okay. You are fucking your kids up. You’re treating them like fucking criminals so stop your shit you gross little hellions
My mom used to look at all my messages with friends when I was still a child. I found some things saved into her mail a few days ago. I can’t never trust her again now and I keep hiding things.
My mom married a controlling sociopath when I was a kid and they put me through this hell on a regular basis. Even when I was a grown-ass adult no longer living in their house, I got a frantic call because my mom’s husband (whom I deliberately haven’t spoken to in several years) was stalking my blog under a perverse “fake username” and showed her some of the erotica I’d written. My mom was in tears and I couldn’t help but laugh.
They subjected me to all kinds of paranoid, privacy-shattering behavior when I was a kid, so serves them fucking right for snooping. Oh, and guess what? Their actions didn’t prevent his son from abusing me for years, nor did it keep me from exploring my queer identity. They failed on every level.
Sure, talk to your kid if you think there’s a possibility of danger. Maybe spend more time with them and take a genuine, non-judgemental interest in the shit they like. But don’t shatter their trust in you completely for no good reason. It’s hard to get that back.
Reblogging because this has shaped every aspect of who I am.
(okay is kinkiplier just mark with a ball gag and tied up like he was in that charity livestream)
wilford gave him the okay to run his segment by him, dark, googleplier, and dr. iplier. the four watching as the bound egos smiled. shaking his gag off.
“so uh, youre the new ego?”
“yup!” he smirks, “my, who said i was going to have such hot executives.”
“flattery gets you nowhere.” dr. iplier deadpans. rolling his eyes as he sees google’s blush feature turn on, “who even added that feature on you?!”
“thank you for the words, erm…whats your name?” wilford looks up from his clipboard.
“kinkiplier!!” kink smiles, winking at wilford.
“well, at least it suits him.” dark groans. uncomfortable as all hell. this was…so fucking weird, “well, show us what you’re gonna use Markiplier TV for and how it’ll help us take control of Mark’s–” dark crushes the pen in his hand, “…sorry, Mark’s channel.”
“with pleasure!! and hopefully we can get down to pleasure later, i’ve always had a thing for emo boys.” kink smiles at dark. dark resting his head down on the table. why…/why/ did they get this ego.
kink pulls out a briefcase and gets to work.
***
its only 15 minutes later before dr. iplier’s running out the meeting room, green in the face. dark following him, not being able to stand the new ego.
wilford takes kinkiplier out, tugging him by his ear, “KINKSHAME. KINKSHAMING YOU. KINKSHAMING YOUR FAMILY. KINKSHAMING YOUR COW.”
“heeeey!! lighten up, baby!! ow–ow!! het, ease up on my ear, we havent even talked about a safeword!!”
wilford groans, “I SAID TO KEEP THE RATING PG13, YOU MADE IT SO DIRTY THERES A /NEW RATING/. WORSE THAN XXX”
“well, thats a compliment to me.” kink smiles, yelling again as wilford tugs his ear harder.
“I HAVE TO SHOWER TO GET RID OF YOUR FILTH. AND I’VE ONLY KNOWN YOU FOR AN HOUR.”
nobody picks up poor google, who crashed from all the…well…distasteful words and images. it takes dr. iplier weeks to clean google’s systems back to normal, and clear his memory of that…/damned ego/.
oh, dr. iplier put lots of apps on google to keep him away from /those/ things. poor robot doesnt even know what a “kink” is until kinkiplier rolled through and blew his mind.
the ego who does know about all that fanart and fanfics is bing. he likes to torture the egos by sending them the 18+ fanart and fics in groupchats and texts.
“hey jims!! check out this cool ass fanart someone made on twitter!! 😎✨”
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“THATS GROSS, WE’RE /TWIN BROTHERS!!/. AND WHY IS HE PEEING ON ME?!”
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“daaaaark!! ya emo fuck, mark posted this on instagram, something to look into? 🤔💀”
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“…Don’t ever text me again. Lose my number. Actually? Lose your phone. Fling it off a building, and then fling yourself off.
And why am I so short?! I’m JUST AS tall as Wilford! Who drew this?!”
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“doc!! i got this weird rash on my arm, is it dangerous? 😰😫😷”
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“I…I would never do *THAT* with Google! I – I mean he doesn’t even have a port for that!”
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“yandere!! your senpai asked me to send you this!! its a map of where to meet him so he can confess!! 😱💕”
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“…i’m kinkshaming you, and telling wilford.”
“NO WAIT PLEASE I SWEAR THATS THE LEAST WORST ONE I’VE SENT TODAY”
