Like the thing is, the slaps started as a thing he did to Jeff to be a bastard, because it was funny. And then a girl who was doing her damndest to flirt with him told him she’d give him a few bucks to slap her too. And he kinda awkwardly laughed it off bc like…wtf??? But then she got upset, like loudly upset and he kind of panicked and just…did it???
And Jeff was like “dude the fuck” and Eddie was, internally, like “dude the fuck” and she just grinned and laughed and gave him five bucks and went about her night. And someone else had seen it and thought it would be funny to buy for his buddy, so then his buddy bought it back for him and suddenly it was a thing. Eddie’s manager just sighed heavily and wrote a sign about liability or some shit and taped it up over the bar, and Eddie’s been slapping people ever since.
Honestly, he loves it. It’s a lot of power. People who are assholes get really hit, other people who are shy and blushy get love taps. He’s very good at figuring out what people want from him with just a glance. It’s mostly a funny quirk of his job that mostly consists of standing for too many hours and babysitting too many drunks.
hey. the celebrities and corporations are growing to try tumblr. you may want to drive them off the site, or find them amusing, ie “well THIS one can stay.” they may try to engage with the culture. they may do their research. DO NOT ENGAGE. do not bother. don’t fucking acknowledge them. don’t mess with their heads. don’t reply to them as a bit. let them think this site is a lost cause. let them fizzle out and die
Take it from someone who has been around the fandom block:
fanfiction.net is dying.
all the signs are there.
if you have no other record of any fics you have there… you might wanna… like… do something about that.
Whoops. I did not intend for this post to blow up in the way it did. I’m not saying this is gonna happen tomorrow or even this year. I don’t have any inside information, and I’m purely basing it off of past experience. They could surprise us. Who knows?
The signs I’m seeing are based off of watching other fandom-driven websites in their end days.
The biggest glaring red flag: they no longer have any visible active moderation team or admins that are working on Fanfiction.net specifically. Reports are going unanswered on everything from plagiarism to abuse to page-breaking ads. Emails are not returned. Twitter mentions are never addressed.
Based off of their limited Twitter activity, all of their resources appear to have been funneled to FictionPress, leaving Fanfiction.net to flounder. If a website does not have anyone actively attending to it, it will eventually die.
The abuse alone could drive users from the website. When users are receiving repeated death threats and they have no way of curtailing the abuse or banning abusive users from messaging them, users will eventually just leave. Admins would have the capability of blocking the IP addresses of people sending abusive reviews and messages, but… what admins?
The code update that went through a few years ago that broke many old fics was never fixed. Many users are reporting major issues in uploading fics. The more they leave the site unattended, the more things will break.
The domain is registered through 2028, but if they keep going in the way that they are sooner or later it’s just going to wind up as a barely-functioning corpse of a website.
I am convinced that the only reason they leave it up is to collect ad revenue. If users continue to leave due to abuse and unreliable service, that ad revenue is going to tank.
I’ve seen this happen to so many websites over the years, and they rarely - if ever - get a revival.
But again - they could surprise us. I’m not counting on it, though. Nobody’s home anymore.
This is well-timed, because I logged on there a couple months ago to back up all my old fics. Put in my username and password. Someone else’s account information loaded up. I literally logged into some stranger’s account with my own user info. My fics were there, but the profile (including the user ID number) was someone else’s. I took a bunch of screenshots and sent in a support email aaaaaaaand nothing. I managed to snag all my fics and that’ll be it for me for that site. I don’t know wtf is going on there but it ain’t good.
Reblogging again because my friend mentioned being locked out of her account and ff.net blocks people from copy pasting, so she was afraid her fic would be lost forever when the site eventually goes down.
If you are in danger of losing all your old things, I found a reddit thread with a number of work arounds so you can get your fic off the site.
As of 26 March 2021, the staff of FictionPress have confirmed they are migrating FFN to the same server - which is extremely bad news for that server and for FFN as a whole.
Lots of technical stuff is going haywire too based on using the Inspect tool in Google chrome.
Get your fics while you can.
Hey! If you didn’t know you can copy and paste from ffn’s mobile site. If you want to copy paste from the browser for convenience sake go to m.fanfiction.net
You can either download the app or do it on the site. All you need to do is give fanfictiondownloader the link to the first chapter, and it will download the entire fic in one document in a multitude of different formats. epub, mobi, PDF, txt, rtf, html, a couple of others I don’t recognize.
You can do this with any fic you want, by the way, if you (like me) want archival copies of your favorite fics so that you will still be able to read them if/when the site goes down.
If you’re able to access your account still, FFN also has a built-in downloader for uploaded stories. Go to the story you want under “Manage Stories,” click on the Download option, and it will generate a webpage with the full text of your story. (This is only if you want a text copy of your own stories, not someone else’s, but as someone who is planning to rewrite several stories I found it useful.)
OH HELL YEAH, we love an italicized ohin this house!! Thank you! <3 wc: 703
When Harry found out Draco had been turned during the War, the only physical difference he noticed was Draco’s teeth.
They were just teeth, of course, but they were different: straighter, a brilliant white. It wasn’t his teeth that looked sharper, necessarily. It was his smile—which was still a rare occurrence, these days.
Harry could count the number of times he’d seen Draco smile this year on one hand, but he was proud to know that he’d been the cause of every single one. The first had been thanks to Harry calling him Draco for the first time: it had pulled Draco’s full, pink lips, seemingly without his knowledge, into something incredibly charming, and a little dangerous—those grey eyes sparkling softer than the first snow, with a wicked, blinding grin, sharper than cut crystal.
Even now, as Harry found him alone on the balcony, avoiding the crowd of the Ministry’s holiday party and staring out over the city, he felt his stomach flutter with excitement at the possibility of seeing it again, adding another to his mental collection.
Draco stiffened when Harry closed the French doors behind him, isolating them from the noise of their coworkers. His crisp suit carved a severe silhouette against the glittering London skyline, all knife-edged black with a glint of silky, white-blond hair falling over his shoulders, his slim, pale hands gripping the stone bannister. He didn’t look up.
“Potter.”
“Draco,” Harry returned. Draco only called him Potter, these days, when he wanted to be alone. When he felt too much like the outcast he was.
Creature, he’d called himself, once, storming out of a bar, which carried nothing he could drink anyway.
Draco slowly turned to face him, wary and guarded, and Harry froze, listening carefully, watching him, as he always did—
Draco was holding his breath, again. He always seemed to do that around Harry.
Harry hated it.
He approached Draco casually, watching his pale face strain further. Draco stepped back, away from him, and Harry paused again as something horrible washed through him, like a tightening coil of barbed wire around his heart.
It hurt, when Draco pulled away from him, when all he wanted was closer. Harry was drawn inexplicably to those sharp edges, like the spindle of a spinning wheel—he didn’t care that it would prick his finger, that it could destroy his life, he wanted to touch, wanted to feel the inevitable softness beneath the sculpted marble exterior—
Oh, fuck, Harry, you’ve really done it this time.
Of course he did. He couldn’t help it, he never could stay away from Draco. He took another step, and another, closing the space between them, even as Draco backed himself against the balustrade.
A breeze whipped up Draco’s long, sleek hair; a lock of it tickled Harry’s face. All this time, Harry had been too busy noticing Draco, to notice the effects Draco had on him.
“Breathe,” Harry said.
“No.”
Harry pressed closer, their chests brushing, Harry’s nose gracing Draco’s cold cheek. He could feel Draco shaking, could hear the sound of his own heartbeat racing in his ears, and he knew Draco would be able to hear it, too. Harry’s hands came up to rest tentatively on his chest, and Draco let out a soft whimper.
“Breathe,” Harry repeated, and Draco broke, releasing a shuddering breath. Strong arms locked around Harry’s waist, pulling him flush against Draco’s hard body. Harry’s hands fisted in his lapel as Draco buried his face in Harry’s neck, his cold nose tracing the line of Harry’s pulsing artery, inhaling deeply.
Above them, fine flakes of unhurried snow began to fall.
“I hate you,” Draco whined, his hands trembling where they held the back of Harry’s jacket. His lips parted over Harry’s skin, his breaths hard and desperate. Harry’s hand slid to the back of Draco’s neck, into that silky hair, so much softer than he’d imagined it would be.
“I know,” Harry replied, his other hand quickly palming his wand, forcefully apparating them both to Grimmauld Place.
Hours later, Harry would add another smile to his collection: something sated and satisfied, affectionate and anxious, that incisive curl of Draco’s lips somehow softer with piercing, blood-stained teeth behind it.
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