#security issues

Look, this is real talk. I’m going to put aside my opinions about fiction for a moment and talk about something that has been bothering me for awhile.

Antis, if you are going to call proshippers out on apps like TikTok or Instagram (hell, even Tumblr or Twitter!), do not put your real face in the video. Do not use your name, birth date, or anything else that might identify you. Proshippers, if you are going to call out antis, the above applies to you.

Why? Because if you do, that video is going to follow you around. Videos are downloaded, posted to other sites, and otherwise preserved in ways that you can’t destroy just by deleting the video. It also becomes blackmail material and can bar you from jobs that require a background check or a security clearance.

Please be careful. I see so many young people on this site and many others who do not know basic internet safety/cyber security. It’s scary. It makes minors far more vulnerable to predators than they might be otherwise.

There are predators on the internet and in every community. You are never truly safe on the web. There are very bad people hiding under the guise of being a “safe” adult who want to hurt you for some sick thrill.

"We're going."

I kick off the several outfits Mandy just dumped all over me, both for her, and for me. "No we're not-" I scoff, chucking a few dresses at her. "Besides, you weren't even invited." I remind, making her roll her eyes.

"After all sorts of trouble you've been getting yourself into lately, it's pretty obvious you need someone to look after you at all costs, as you can't be trusted." She scoffs. "Need I remind you that none of it would've happened, if you would've just listened to me earlier that day." I glare.

"Oh just drop it already. It's all in the past now anyway-" She scoffs, making me raise my brows at her. "You literally got invited by Pablo Gavi himself. It'd be rude not to go." She rolls her eyes at me. "Yeah, well politeness and cooperation aren't exactly the hallmarks of our relationship." I scoff.

"Y/N! We're going!" Mandy puts her foot down. "But you're not even invited-" I scoff. "Then I'll be your plus one." She shrugs, rummaging through her closet again. "That's not how things work..." I sigh. "Oh whatever. Why waste my breath?" I give up.

"Attagirl." She grins. "Now go try these on." She tosses a couple of outfits on me, grabbing a few herself, and rushing to the bathroom. I didn't even bother to see what she laid out for me, knowing that it was probably something way too formal for my taste.

Instead, I wore something casual, and put on my sneakers, styling my hair in a way such that it would both, be comfortable, and look cute. A few minutes later, Amanda finally came out, her hair neatly brushed, and her make-up fresh.

"Wait, how do we even get in past the guards though?" Mandy then asks, grabbing her car keys. "I don't know... Probably just walk past them?" I guess. "You do realize that there's no way they're gonna let complete strangers in to watch the pros practice." She rolls her eyes.

"Well, let's just get going now, and figure it out on our way there, cuz we're already running late." I tell her, and she nods. We both then exit the room, and rush to the car. I turn up the music, and  Mandy and I silently vibe to it on our way there.

I couldn't help but feel a little insecure about the way I looked. Usually I don't give a fuck, but today was different. It almost felt as if I was obligated to look good today, without trying too hard, but also trying enough. And for the first time, it felt as if it wasn't for me.

Just the image of his face before my eyes, the way he looks at me... It made me tingle all over. And I don't like it. I don't like that feeling at all, yet I can't get enough of it. That man fucking ruined my career. Why the fuck can't I stop myself from always thinking about him then?

It's just... I can't stay mad at him for long. Not only because of those adorable, brown, puppy-eyes, but because of his innocence too. He was just so straight forward and open. But what impressed me most about him was his passion for football.

I've never seen anyone's eyes light up like that. Like the way they did when Gavi spoke to me about his love for football, and about the struggles he faced, but also got over. Sure, those were only some of the things he was talking about...

But those things sounded like the ones he genuinely cared about most.

"We're here..." Amanda snaps me outta my thoughts, pulling the car over and parking it. "Do you at least have his number?" She then asks me, getting outta the car. "No, why?" I ask, confused. "So that he can speak to the security himself, doofus!" She scoffs.

"How else can we get in?!" She then asks, pissed. "I don't know, let's just talk to the dudes." I shrug, pointing to the huge guards that blocked entrance. "Y/N, wait-" She tries stopping me, but it was too late. I had already started talking.

"Hey, sorry to bother ya, but I was actually invited here by one of the players." I tell them. None of them reply, standing still like a statue. Oh wait, I forgot they don't understand English- "Disculpe, lamento molestar, pero en realidad fui invitado--" I began repeating the same thing, only to be cut off.

"We heard you fine the first time." One of them reply in English itself. "Oh." I nod. "How stupid do you think we are, exactly?" He scoffs. "Well, considering that the tattoo on your neck spells 'sole' instead of 'soul'..." I start, but the man just grunts. "I'm gonna say not very." I gulp, quickly changing my answer. 

"I'm gonna count till 10, and if you're not outta here by then, I will throw you out myself." He threatens menacingly. "No sir, you don't understand-" I try to defend, but he had already counted up till 6.

"Deshagámonos de ella." (Let's get rid of her.) His pal guffaws. "No no no, wait-" I try stopping him again, but someone else cuts me out. "Señorita L/N?" Another guard comes up to us, stopping us all. "Si?" I reply.

“The Invictus Games was a project, patterned after the U.S. Warriors' Games, which was suggested that Harry might form in order to redeem himself after his many previous indiscretions.”

Harry was a wild child then but still much loved. Now he’s a different person consumed with vengeance, intent on doing harm not only to his family, but also to the media, the military and the British public.

This week, during the Stephen Colbert interview, Harry stated under altruistic pretences that the goal in sharing the number of Talibans killed was to reduce the number of suicides among veterans. This was never mentioned in his book. In other words, it was a shrewd way of backtracking and many veterans were upset by this comment.

It is through Harry’s stupidity and self-indulgent pity, security has to be enhanced at a great cost. Harry’s toxicity has no place at the Invictus Games.

@drgrlfriend​ spoils me entirely beyond measure.

BUT CAN YOU JUST LOOK AT THIS?!?! 

It’s for Personal Security, and that sweater launched a thousand kinky, kinky ships, but the entire Security Issues series is definitely here for your quarantined leisure!