greenmangostudio

I (15M) started a commission 2 days ago, and they sent me a finished version but it wasn't what I had asked for. They started to redraw it and later that day I was told they got into a car accident and were at the hospital. They later said that they got out with stitches and a cast and would finish it tomorrow (yesterday) and so that was that. There were no messages yesterday nor a finished piece, so I filed a dispute with Cash App. I told someone that I filed it, because it had been over a day, and I also looked up and found out what they sent me were supposedly scam tactics, I also reverse searched and it said it was ai and then later it said it was a base. The person I told contacted the artist because they asked for their username from me and I did not realize, the artist refunded me and told me they dont want to work with me again as they had reports of me reporting them to cash app and accusing them of ai, they also sent evidence to the person who dm'd them. The person th...

TIFU by letting Siri brainwash me into a country music fan Every single time I try to catch up on my messages, the exact same tragedy unfolds: Me: "Siri, play my texts." Siri (with zero hesitation): "Playing Choosin' Texas by Ella Langley." Me: "NO, Siri, stop! Play my TEXTS. T-E-X-T-S!" Siri: 🎵 Choosin' Texas... 🎵 I don't even like country music. Or at least, I didn't . But after getting into a screaming match with a virtual assistant a dozen times a day, something snapped. I tried enunciating. I tried doing a crisp, theatrical British accent. I tried whispering it directly into the microphone like a secret agent. Doesn't matter. Siri is relentless. She has one mission, and that mission is Ella Langley. At this point, I think Siri is actually getting paid under the table by Nashville executives. It’s a psychological operation, and it worked. Last night, Choosin' Texas played for the 14th time against my will, and i...

This happened back in middle school, but it was suggested that I post this here. Basically for as long as I can remember I was an extreme goody two shoes. To a stupid degree really. I hated getting in trouble but also really hated being late to things and tended to have tunnel vision when it came to my routine thanks to my at the time undiagnosed autism. This particular day I walked to school as I always did only to find my usual path was blocked. By what you may ask? Police tape, complete with cops and cop cars. No biggie. I lived in a big city, that was pretty common. I’d just go a few streets over and go around. I always left plenty of time to get to school and arrive early so I was in absolutely no rush. Only my plan didn’t work out that way. Why? Because when I tried to go around I only found more police tape. So I tried again. And again. Everywhere I went was more police tape and more policemen. Now a smart person might have talked to the cops and asked what was going on or...

Today I fucked up by lying to my roommate who is also my best friend about me finding an apartment to rent. I (23F) and my roommate (23F) have been living in the same room for almost a whole year. Until today we had never EVER had any problems and she had become one of my closest friends. We were both actively trying to find ourselves apartments to move out to so we wouldn’t have to have any roommates at all (we currently live in a three bedroom apartment as 6 roommates) so me finding an apartment wasn’t the problem. The problem began when my DUMB ASS got an appointment to check out this apartment (which had previously been suggested to my roommate around two months ago and she’d immediately told me about it and that she was interested but she never got an answer). So I went to check out the place but I never told her I got an appointment for the same apartment. Me and another girl were invited over to check it out and one of us was supposed to be chosen to move in and the owner s...

This happened a few weeks ago and still has lasting effects... It was Sunday morning, the day we would celebrate 18 years of marriage. I woke up next to my sleeping wife. The sunlight shone through the curtains. She really looked beautiful. I quietly took a few pictures. I went downstairs, put up a few decorations and looked at the pictures again. The soft morning light, the colours of our bedsheets... it really made a very romantic picture. No sign of nudity either. She wears a sleeping mask, a night gown, just a bit of decent cleavage... Anyway... I felt compelled to post it (friends only) on FB with a lovely little text on our wedding anniversary. Believe it or not: I even checked with an AI if the picture was decent enough to post... Then I left to do some shopping. Not 20 minutes later, I got a phone call from my daughter telling me my wife was in tears and to immediately remove the picture... Which I did, of course. So the TIFU: the rest of the day wasn't romanti...

Ok so obligatory TIFU this didn’t happen today but around 20 years ago. I brought into work a VHS of a few episodes of “Devil Man” anime I had recorded from the TV to borrow to one of my work friends, he watched it and brought it back in. As he passed it to me someone saw the VHS and asked what it was and my friend said yea it was good so he asked to borrow it and brought it in a few days later, it went through a few workmates like that, maybe 5/6 maybe more people who mostly just said yea that was good and passed it back without incident. I took it home, didn’t do anything with it and then my nephew came with my mother in law, I put the anime on and bam, the TV was lit up with instant hardcore porn, some chick getting absolutely railed by at least one guy. I had no idea where it was coming from, I froze, it felt like everyone did, just staring at the TV with some chick wailing whilst getting brutally fucked, it took way too long for me to just simply switch off the TV before a...