Weird Profile Pictures Novels & Stories

I'm not sure I can get close to him even as a friend, because he doesn't seem like someone easy to approach. I checked his I*******m profile, and there wasn't a single photo of a woman there, only photos of himself and some other random pictures, and all of them were black and white. There seemed to be no color in his life and I could see that he hadn't posted a new picture for a long time, his last post was 2 years ago and it was just a picture of two birds in the rain. We followed each other after chatting for quite a while, he turned out to be quite active because he replied to my message quickly, even though the message felt very cold but at least he was willing to respond to me.

i edited my profile and made it look cool, and then i upload my first pictures on F******k, the nervousness of hitting the upload button felt like defusing a bomb. because i have never uploaded my pictures anywhere before, this is the first time and i was kind of self conscious. What if people throw hate comments? I kept my insecurities aside and hit the upload button. It was my childhood pic, with my mom and dad on each side hugging me and their eyes sparkling in joy. the picture quality was low as it's an old one yet I loved this pic. I sent friend requests to my school friends who are never gonna get in touch, it's just that they will like my posts, and I'll do the same thing for them. Or

Well, fuck. I spend the next minutes looking at their profiles, one was a high school kid, one a gay rights activist, another an 80 year old man with only a picture of his wife and dog posted, I found that cute. One was a young professor, another seemed to be a fake AI account, I keep seeing more of the likes, I almost give up until… I come across a private account, with nothing but ‘vegetarian’ in the bio, no profile pic, no further info.

I sat frozen, numb at the image I was seeing on the news channel. My photo was plastered all over CNN and all I could do was sit there and stare at my F******k profile pic from five years ago when I was like sixteen, I was wearing a bikini top sunglasses and a geeky smile plastered all over my face. Besides being mortified at the fact that I never got around at removing that picture from my profile, what bothered me more was the heading. ENEMY OF THE WORLD…

Sophie I downloaded the infamous Fantasy app, but, yeah not before thinking infinite times. Damn. I had to upload a picture. I thought I'd just go with some random fake photo, but when I scrolled through the profiles I noticed that most of the women's pictures were way more sexual, revealing their body parts without a second thought. But since I was shy, I decided to upload my side profile picture, not the face. Then I realized.. shit — I was wearing my night shirt and pajama trousers in it. Nothing sexy about it.

So the latter did nothing but agree. “This is the profile picture, that’s what other people will see at the top of your account. Do you have a pic here that you want to use?” Dione said. She opened Jax’s gallery, and she was just welcomed by the blurred or unintentional pictures there. It’s like those when you just accidentally opened the camera app and accidentally pressed the capture button.

Public account, what a whore. The profile picture is different from the one she’d seen yesterday. This one captures Moni smiling openly at the camera, about as beautiful as always, but looking to be inside a club, a glass in her hand. Name is Moni. I love dogs, yoga, chocolate and travelling!!!, the description says, followed by a bunch of sunny emojis. Moni is the childish type when it comes to his virtual life, then. She has 852 followers, which speaks of an affluent social life. So do her photos. Moni seems like an i* maniac, with posts of landscapes, her dog – and of course, herself.

Early the next morning, the news of William Simpson suddenly became a trending topic on the internet. The illicit pictures of him with women in various unexplainable positions surfaced on the internet out of nowhere. The pictures are so volatile and not meant for sensitive eyes. William has a habit of indulging himself with different women in BDSM acts where he ties up the woman and hurts them for his pleasure. All those pictures started doing the rounds all over the internet. Many people started to comment on how degrading the Simpsons are.

I braced for a news link, a police report, a photo of a wrecked car. What loaded was a gallery of Olek. Shirtless. Dozens of pictures. Gym mirror selfies, bathroom selfies, pictures where he was flexing so hard his veins looked ready to pop. His pants were slung low on his hips in every single one. I stared, my brain short-circuiting. "Olivia," I said, the sweet tone straining at the edges. "What the fuck is this?" "I am making a profile on a dating site. A premium one. For wealthy American women who appreciate a real man. I cannot decide which photo makes me look most… approachable, yet dominant. You are a woman. You will know."

They read, “So we’re thinking of running this advertisement on multiple platforms, right? We still need to figure out which photo we’re going to use so that I can get it formatted. Should we have the one with just you or the one with you and Harper? There are some examples on the back of this page. Please let me know which one you like the best and I’ll get this rolling ASAP.” When I saw my own name written there, my stomach turned. I wasn’t even entirely sure what I was upset about yet, but I had a feeling I was being betrayed somehow. What is all this? What is Bastian asking? I slowly flipped over the paper. On the back of the page, was a picture of Gabe and I standing on his patio with th