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Feri has reached her limit, that’s it. It is months, what am I saying, YEARS Ferisae is keeping everything inside without having the chance to say what she thinks about this whole situation. It’s understandable she is being a bit salty about it.

Like, imagine being her: she knows some of the crew Don’t want spoilers, then she is being asked from Zag to make spoilers. Imagine being in the middle of these two sides and feeling guilty because, you know, it’s disrespectful towards one doing it and it’s disrespectful towards others NOT doing it.

Imagine being continuously forced to make spoilers EVEN from fans. Every day, every week, every month, tons of email that ask you to reveal spoilers, that maybe they think you know anything about the whole show, while maybe that’s not quite even true, so you can’t make spoilers even if you wanted to.

Maybe these people act in an entitled way, demanding for spoilers and insulting you if you don’t want to release them, because, as I said before, you simply CANNOT release spoilers.

How do you think a person would not reach their limit? How do you think she felt about this whole situation?

Then imagine you know things that are gonna happen since years and you read people acting like they know anything about the show, which is not true, you read people that are so sure the writers TAKE STUFF FROM FANFICTIONS just because some names are similar or the same (it’s not like you can be that unique with puns and words, guys. It’s pretty normal some things are similar, even names) they think it’s perfectly legit to rant every day and being very rude behind the back or even in public posts.

People so sure the writers Don’t know what they are doing and steal stuff you made, just because your fantasy followed the same their path.

Imagine being so pissed of this whole situation of months and reaching the point where you just can’t stand it anymore.

I really want to make a serious statement right now. I’m serious as hell.

You are insulting people for months, telling them they are not good enough for being writers of the show you like. You are telling them they are hypocrite, they steal ideas, they don’t know their own characters. That you write better than them.

You like the show but can’t stop hating at who invented the show for you.

I have seen very, very rude statements on this site in past days. I usually prefer to stay silent about salt and stuff, but… I think you are exaggerating too much. There’s a limit people should not pass over and I have seen very disappointing stuff in here.

I really don’t like how it’s going on lately in this fandom. I am really worried and shocked, because this used to be such a good fandom and I feel like everything is going to wreck like everywhere else.

I have seen stuff like: “this is not professional from them” “that is not professional from them”, “this is hypocritical” “that is wrong”

You know what is wrong? That you expect people to be robot. This is wrong. Because nor Saint Peter could stand years of insults from what they claim to be fans of something you made.

Every each one of us, even myself, would explode, reaching a certain point.

You are dehumanising people, asking them to be the Virgin Mary while standing this unlimited river of hate and insults without saying a word. This is ridiculous, I’m sorry.

This is just impossible.

People get angry, people can’t stand bullism for long, please try to be in others shoes, for once. You are acting like bullies and then pretending to be a victim. This is just wrong.

P.S: And if you want me to explain why you are definitely WRONG about the whole “They copy from Fanfictions” stuff, I would just tell you that the redemption arc you saw just in the past season was in Thomas mind since the first time Chloe appeared on screen. Chloe being the Queen Bee was hidden into her Color Code in her design.

Nathalie being Mayura was hidden into her design.

Alya was Rena Rouge since her birth in designer’s mind.

Adrien being a disaster in love and as Chat Noir was written up in his face since the very first concept of him. Same for Marinette.

I don’t continue because It’s gonna be a spoiler, but you know which other else’s design was blatantly speaking for himself.

Everything was written inside the script since the beginning, and if you don’t realize it, I’m sorry, it’s not something that depends on the artists who work on the show.

Very, very disappointing.

my exact stance. the world of tv production, story and especially animation takes months to years before it even gets to the film/illustrations. and then another detrimental amount of time to get it on screen.

There is a saying that there are no original ideas.

I cant tell you how many fan arts I never post because I come up with an idea, but then someone else had nearly an identical one, and sometimes right around the same time no less!! But I didn’t want to be accused of idea theft, even though I know it’s not true.

Seriously, we should already be so happy that the creators are active on social media and have contact with their fans because, surprise surprise, many authors don’t care about the fan community at all. Miraculous creators are really eager to communicate with us, the fandom and yet they still receive so much hate for nothing.

Social security card

Driver’s license

Passport

Birth certificate

Employer HR

Bank account

Credit card company

Car insurance

Health insurance

Utilities

Cell phone account

Voter registration

Your school

Professional organizations (for nursing, bar, teaching, etc.)

Doctor’s office & other health specialists

TV & internet

Paypal

*Please add to this list if you can think of anything else!!!

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I used to work for a call center and I was doing a political survey and I called this number that was randomly generated for me and the way our system worked was voice-activated so when the other person said hello you’d get connected to them, so I just launch right into my “Harvard University and NPR blah blah blah” thing and then there’s this long pause and I think the person’s hung up even though I didn’t hear a click

And then I hear “you shouldn’t be able to call this number.”

So I apologize and go into the preset spiel about because we aren’t selling anything, etc. etc. and the answer I get is

“No, I know that. What I mean is that it should be impossible for you to call this number, and I need to know how you got it.”

I explain that it’s randomly generated and I’m very sorry for bothering him, and go to hang up. And before I can click terminate, I hear:

“Ma’am, this is a matter of national security.”

I accidentally called the director of the FBI.

There was no MS Dos involved. Instead, there was a proprietary type-based OS and an actually-uses-transistors refrigerator-sized computer with switches I had to trip at certain times during the night as I watched the data flow from six pm to six AM on Fridays and weekends. If things got stuck, I reset the server. 

The company handled everything from low-end data (hotel and car reservations) to flight plans and tower information. I was weighed every time I came in to make sure it was me. Areas of the building had retina scanners on doors. 

During training. they took us through all the procedures. Including the procedures for the red phone. There was, literally, a red phone on the shelf above my desk. “This is a holdover from the cold war.” They said. “It isn’t going to come up, but here’s the deal. In case of nuclear war or other nation-wide disaster, the phone will ring. Pick up the phone, state your name and station, and await instructions. Do whatever you are told.”

So my third night there, it’s around 2am and there’s a ringing sound. 

I look up, slowly. The Red phone is ringing.

So I reach out, I pick up the phone. I give my name and station number. And I hear every station head in the building do the exact same. One after another, voices giving names and numbers. Then silence for the space of two breaths. Silence broken by…

“Uh… Is Shantavia there?”

It turns out that every toll free, 1-900 or priority number has a corresponding local number that it routs to at its actual destination. Some poor teenage girl was trying to dial a friend of hers, mixed up the numbers, and got the atomic attack alert line for a major air-travel corporation’s command center in the mid-west United States.

There’s another pause, and the guys over in the main data room are cracking up. The overnight site head is saying “I think you have the wrong number, ma’am.” and I’m standing there having faced the specter of nuclear annihilation before I was old enough to legally drink.

Seriously, this is legit.

In December 1955, Sears decided to run a Santa hotline.  Here’s the ad they posted.

Only problem is, they misprinted the number.  And the number they printed?  It went straight through to fucking NORAD.  This was in the middle of the Cold War, when early warning radar was the only thing keeping nuclear annihilation at bay.  NORAD was the front line.

And it wasn’t just any number at NORAD.  Oh no no no.

Terri remembers her dad had two phones on his desk, including a red one. “Only a four-star general at the Pentagon and my dad had the number,” she says.

“This was the ‘50s, this was the Cold War, and he would have been the first one to know if there was an attack on the United States,” Rick says.

The red phone rang one day in December 1955, and Shoup answered it, Pam says. “And then there was a small voice that just asked, ‘Is this Santa Claus?’ ”

His children remember Shoup as straight-laced and disciplined, and he was annoyed and upset by the call and thought it was a joke — but then, Terri says, the little voice started crying.

“And Dad realized that it wasn’t a joke,” her sister says. “So he talked to him, ho-ho-ho’d and asked if he had been a good boy and, ‘May I talk to your mother?’ And the mother got on and said, ‘You haven’t seen the paper yet? There’s a phone number to call Santa. It’s in the Sears ad.’ Dad looked it up, and there it was, his red phone number. And they had children calling one after another, so he put a couple of airmen on the phones to act like Santa Claus.”

“It got to be a big joke at the command center. You know, ‘The old man’s really flipped his lid this time. We’re answering Santa calls,’ ” Terri says.

And then, it got better.

“The airmen had this big glass board with the United States on it and Canada, and when airplanes would come in they would track them,” Pam says.

“And Christmas Eve of 1955, when Dad walked in, there was a drawing of a sleigh with eight reindeer coming over the North Pole,” Rick says.

“Dad said, ‘What is that?’ They say, ‘Colonel, we’re sorry. We were just making a joke. Do you want us to take that down?’ Dad looked at it for a while, and next thing you know, Dad had called the radio station and had said, ‘This is the commander at the Combat Alert Center, and we have an unidentified flying object. Why, it looks like a sleigh.’ Well, the radio stations would call him like every hour and say, ‘Where’s Santa now?’ ” Terri says.

For real.

“And later in life he got letters from all over the world, people saying, ‘Thank you, Colonel,’ for having, you know, this sense of humor. And in his 90s, he would carry those letters around with him in a briefcase that had a lock on it like it was top-secret information,” she says. “You know, he was an important guy, but this is the thing he’s known for.”

“Yeah,” Rick [his son] says, “it’s probably the thing he was proudest of, too.”

So yeah.  I think that might be the best wrong number of all time.

From the mouth of a One Percenter -