#indiemercedesjones

This. I’m just the messenger, so harassing me is pointless. I’ve looked at the drama, I’ve taken in the evidence and I’ve made my post. Nobody is going to sway me against the truth and nothing is going to shake me away from telling it. I am not the one to try to intimidate. It won’t work, and harassing someone to prove you don’t harass people is probably the dumbest idea I’ve heard since Trump said he was campaigning for President. The initial report was that the admins were harsh, now it looks like there are multiple bullies on the masterlist too. They’ve only made themselves look worse. 

You can’t invalidate almost a dozen different people that all say they had terrible experiences there. I posted the original post only after I had received multiple complaints about Joie from multiple people, all saying they had similar experiences. Since making my original post, I’ve gotten message after message about more bad experiences. At this point it’s clear that there are numerous problems. 

Even Jeffree Star can take a look at “the hate” being thrown his way and make up a half assed apology and pretend to learn from it. If this many people are unhappy, it is time for those admins to sit down and take a look at themselves, even if they don’t think they need to. If nothing else, because who really thinks that they’re being an asshole? Who does it on purpose? Of course you shouldn’t realize it. If you’re any kind of decent, you shouldn’t think you’re a bully. But if you want to play the role of high ground walker, you’ve got to be nice. You’ve got to be honest with yourself when you’re exposed because there’s no other option. What you’ve done is out there. Instead of focusing on mounting a harassment attack and putting further stock into the complaints against you and making you whole group look like a toxic powder keg, you need to be focusing on putting out that PR fire or your high ground is going to burn up, fast. 

‘  don’t blame me for your sexual tension.  ’

Biff looked at Mercedes, an eyebrow raised, as he began to speak. “My sexual tension,” he made sure to keep his eyes locked with hers, “I don’t believe that sexual tension goes one way, it take two for that kind of tension.” He gave her a smile, “so if there is sexual tension here, it’s between both of us, and not just me.”

Mercedes had been staring at Steven for about ten minutes, waiting for him to notice her, but she wasn’t too surprised that the only reason he finally looked up was her threatening him with 3 days of no work. He looked a mess, and still had on his clothes from the weekend. Thankfully she had brought him a change of clothes before his staff saw him at the morning meeting. She placed a container on the desk .“Eat.” she said as she went to open his window, letting air into the stuffy room. “I made you breakfast because I know you haven’t eaten all night. And yes I said all night its 7am Tuesday.” She shook her head seeing the containers that she had brought him over the weekend scattered around the room. “You have 30 minutes to eat and get changed before the meeting.” she urged as she went to pick them up the trash around him. When he got into work he really wasn’t aware of anything.

After picking things up she looked at him and sat on the edge of his desk. “I agree three days may be too long, but you need a break. You haven’t left this office since Thursday night. So after the meeting you are going home and I am taking care of you. I won’t make you do 72 hours but I will make you rest for 24. And I am not taking no for an answer. You work too hard and if you don’t have a break, then you wont finish by Friday.” She folded her arms. “And before you argue with me you should know I am not above annoying you into leaving.”

“Yes, Ma'am,” Steven said, giving her a playful salute. He opened the lid of the container she brought and dug right in. “I did eat,” he protested meekly in between bites. “Red Bull and energy bars. Say what you want but it's still calories, so food.” It wasn't the first time and it probably wouldn't be the last either that Steve thanked his lucky stars that he had hired Mercedes a few months ago. In moments like this, she was a lifesaver. Business had been booming as of late and he had been spending more and more time at the office. It was good to have someone around who he could trust to have his back and who thought to bring him clean clothes because she knew he'd totally forgot what time of day it was.

After he finished the breakfast she brought, Steven slowly got to his feet and he stretched his arms above his head. He chuckled softly as Mercedes sat on the edge of his desk and gave him a stern look. “Thursday, really,” he asked while he walked around his desk, already unbuttoning his shirt. He let the shirt fall from his shoulder and placed it on the small couch where she had placed his clean clothes. Picking up the clean white button-down he tugged it on and left it unbuttoned as he changed trousers. “You're a lifesaver, you know that?” Steven didn't really wait for a reply as it was more a statement than a question. “Oh, trust me, I know... you don't take no for an answer. So what's the plan? I do this meeting and then I'm sentenced to house arrest?” As he buttoned up his shirt he made his way back to his desk. He would be more than happy if he didn't have to deal with the office for a few days. He got his best work done at home anyway, plus … no people around, just how he liked it.  

send “we shouldn’t do this” for our muses to make out in an inappropriate place

Laying back in her bed, she laughed as she read Brody’s text. Yeah she really shouldn’t have drunken that much.

[text] How did I even get home? Like all I remember is floors and ceilings….

[text] Also please tell me that vision of a strip tease was false.

A smile played over Brody’s lips as he read the messages from Mercedes.

I totally love you, too! And missed you very, very much.

Nathan dropped the bag on the floor, his hair still wet after the shower. He knew that he was late, but it wasn’t his fault, not this time. Their coach had held the whole team back, to yell at them. This was a lot different from what he was used to, but he was sure that he would have it all figured out in just a couple of more weeks. 

Chelsie: wait so the guy you liked wasn't goldfish freak right?