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lady-lycany · 9 months

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Since I sadly didn't just experience one account-loss in the last years, I started to write down all accounts I like and follow. First everything on youtube, now I work myself through all my insta accounts and after that I'll write down all tumblr accounts. At least I can make sure, that IF I should lose an account again (what I really dearly wish to NOT happen again) I know at least who to follow again (if the people haven't changed their username lol)

#I already lost my facebook profile #and instagram account #and the youtube account due to me forgetting the password :')#the Facebook one was because I used it so rarely that I didn't notice #that they wanted to see a pic of my identity card and since I didn't respond they blocked me #and then the loss of my first tarantula account cuz someone kicked me out for whatever reason #still the saddest loss I had. there was the whole journey of how I met my bestie and it's all gone now

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weabooweedwitch · 6 months

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Most women your age are getting married and starting their families and you've never even had a bf 🤡 it's so over for you better get used to coping with ur crippling loneliness with maladaptive daydreaming, yandere asmr videos, drugs and self-insert fanfic because that's all you'll ever have now. Your youth is gone and you're still fat af even after you lost weight (probably gained it all back by now lmao). You could have made something of urself whem you were 20 by losing weight and going to college but instead you laid around and wasted all of your youth and now it's too late. No man will ever want to deal with your baggage of being poor, old, unwanted, uneducated (lmao how do I have more education than you and I'm 10 years younger? dumbass doesnt even have her GED), cringey age-inappropriate hobbies, mentally ill and not even having the decency to go to therapy and take meds, fat, ugly face, loser and loner with no irl friends, crazy family, looking old for your age, whored yourself out on a sugar daddy website, rotten teeth due to your own laziness, thinning frizzy hair and gross bulky glasses, drug addicted alcoholic who's probably going to be homeless for the majority of her life, mean person attacking minor aged rape victims like jesus christ you're so fucking worthless SO many red flags so much baggage no-one will ever want to deal with that. You don't even know how worthless you are

You know, every time you send me a message like this, I think of the person from your friend group who came forward a while back. You know, the one you don't like to acknowledge tried to apologize on your behalf. Anyways, every time you insult my appearance I just think of what your friend said

So i get it sweetie, youre mad at mommy and daddy and you're lashing out. That's why half the time you're repeating things i previously said back to me and parroting shallow insults with a very small vocabulary. The second i call you fatherless, you call me fatherless. I use thw word maladaptive and, suddenly you know that word too and juat HAVE to use it as well. I get it. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery

You're honestly just making yourself look so pitiable. You realize you've already painted yourself as such a dumb jackass that every single time you do this I basically just laugh and ignore you, and then people who know me and are friends or WANT TO be friends with me see how you treat me publicly and they all say "yeah wow who's this absolutely demonic little cunt acting like this without any reason". Like. What is the end goal here. Making yourself look as petty and stupid as possible. Meanwhile, what did someone else in your friend group say? The ones you lied to? Including Callie, the actual victim whose trauma you're basically trying to appropriate for yourself

Anyways yeah I just wanted to like show you the actual screenshots of the conversation I had with your friend back in June, which also to everyone else, yeah June, that's when she lied to her own friends and said she would stop doing this. She lied to her friends because all of them told her this was making them massively uncomfortable, so now she's. Being an internet troll in secret behind their backs 😂 they were going to tattle on you to your mom so you lied so they wouldn't check tumblr anymore because you're such a weird angry little freak that this has become a hobby for you

I'm sad? I'M sad? I don't even know your fucking name meanwhile you've scrolled through all of my blogs repeatedly for months cataloging details about me for the sheer purpose of trying to poorly insult me.

Like genuinely 90% of the reason I'm answering this is to basically wave a flag saying "hey everyone if you've ever seen or received weird asks of photoshopped porn of me or pictures of my actual family taken from their facebooks or saw the transphobic racist fake dating profile she made with one of my selfies or you ever received a bitch lasagna or Zalgo text, it was this cringey little lolcow right here"

But I also wanted to show you screenshot proof that you make your own friends super uncomfortable and that they started talking about your personal business to defend me over you. So. Yeah I guess that stings huh?

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champagneher · 11 months

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— HOPELESSLY DEVOTED TO YOU | JEON JUNGKOOK

BASED ON | how can he move on when he is still hopelessly in love with you ? GENRE | f!reader x jungkook, ex!lovers, angst. WARNINGS | a very sad jungkook. I got the photos from the internet - pinterest - please let me know if they are yours, so I can give you credit for them or remove them. | something short i wrote when i was trying to get tickets for taylor, but sadly I couldn't.

Jungkook knew that being in his current situation was all his fault. No matter how much he looked at the ceiling of his room, how much he thought about things, or how much he regretted his actions. It was all done.

He also knew that his heart wasn't the first to break, but this was far beyond that. He felt like it had fallen off his chest and shattered into a thousand pieces on the floor. Unable to pick up the pieces to put it back together again.

His head kept telling him that it had been months, and it was time to move on. That there were more fish in the water and in a little more time and with more will, all this would be in the past. But his heart... his heart, he couldn't even feel it. Because it wasn't with him anymore, it was always with her.

He felt like he was going crazy since he wasn't with her anymore, his days passed slowly like an uncomfortable situation that he wanted to escape from all the time, but there was no way out.

Even at rehearsals with his friends, all he could do was think about her and feel sorry for himself.

"I feel like I'm on automatic, I don't even feel it when I walk anymore. Or talk… or just breath." He muttered, looking at a point in the void in front of him.

Taehyung looked at him with his lips pressed together feeling bad for his friend's situation, but deep inside he couldn't help but want to let out a sigh and tell him that it was all a result of his actions. What he didn't know was that Jungkook already knew, and that was what fucked him up the most.

"We were all there, bro. It'll pass." Were his only words before patting his shoulder and going to Namjoon.

His actions not only resulted in losing the love of his life, but he also lost the trust of two of his brothers. Namjoon and Jin were very close to you, almost like family. So it was natural for them to be unhappy with him or his presence. Jungkook couldn't care less, he just wanted to stop feeling that way. He wanted her.

When he went out on the street, he couldn't help but close his eyes tightly when he saw a couple walking hand in hand, for it reminded him of the moments he shared with her.

After months, he knew he was still hopelessly and madly in love with her.

He had come to the conclusion that there was simply no way to get over her. He was willing to sit and wait for her for the rest of his life if necessary. There was nothing more he could do at that point, he was losing his mind.

She had blocked him from everywhere, every time he tried to dial her number it would just send it to voicemail. When he tried to log into her Instagram, her profile would come up as non-existent for him. Her Facebook and Twitter were no longer on his friends list. Every trace of her had even been removed from his networks.

Desperately, he had only one option left to communicate and as pathetic as it looked, he was going to use it.

My love, How have you been? It's been so long... I've spent so much time without you that I feel like I'm dying. I know that receiving an email from me on a Saturday night where I express everything I've wanted to say to you, just wasn't in your plans. And I know I don’t deserve it, but I have no other way to communicate with you. Your friends have done a great job of hiding you from me, and you have done a great job of removing yourself from all means of communication with me. Let me tell you that I don't blame you at all. I know I made the biggest mistake of my life and believe me I am paying for it. I know I should have stayed home that night. I know I should have listened to my heart and waited for your call instead of going out with my friends. And I know I should let you go and move on, but I just can't. How can I let go of the love of my life? There is no one to blame but myself here. I take responsibility for my actions. Still, I'm willing to ask on my knees that we can please talk. If only one last time. To ask as a last favor to see your eyes without tears. To be able to be in your presence one more time is all I ask. Listen to my words and if you still want me out of your life forever, then I'll leave... but until I hear it one last time from your lips I'll remain this fool madly in love with you blinded with the hope of still seeing you again and being with you. I pray to the stars to hear from you. I love you today and always. Hopelessly devoted to you, Jungkook.

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iamnotawomanimagod · 11 months

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EDIT UP TOP re: The Halsey's mom screenshot

the more I think about it and looked into it, the more I really think that that person wasn't even Nicole Frangipane. Their Facebook profile is friends with a Sevian profile that has 4 friends. Sevian actually has a somewhat public presence and would definitely have more followers than that. The "Nicole" page itself only has 54 friends and isn't posting any photos that aren't already available on other social media websites.

aka that shit is fake as fuck, there is no proof whatsoever that that's actually Halsey's mom and that means that's a "fan" spreading some awful shit about Halsey for no good reason.

that's even more reason to NOT share it and to let that shit die. which I'm gonna do, starting now.

okay original post below:

DON'T SHARE THE SCREENSHOT OF HALSEY'S MOM TALKING ABOUT HALSEY'S ADDICTION ISSUES. DON'T TAG H IN POSTS ABOUT IT. DON'T SPECULATE ON SHIT WE KNOW NOTHING ABOUT.

Okay well now I'm seeing that screenshot all over the damn place, including from people who are trying to say that sharing it is wrong.

Honestly, it seems fake as fuck to me, and I'll go into why under the readmore, but for starters:

If that really is Halsey's mom (I have my doubts,) it is incredibly wrong for her to talk about Halsey's personal struggles and air her dirty laundry in a public space when she KNOWS her daughter has millions of eyes on her at all times. The things she has disclosed to that public forum should've remained private until if/when Halsey decided to talk about it. It's a huge betrayal and is made doubly worse by the fact that, if Halsey really has been committed, she cannot stop her mom from talking about her and might not even know that this information has gone public.

And finally, yes, here's the tea so more people don't go seeking out the screenshot, because I know curiosity is a bitch:

Halsey's mom (allegedly, again, I don't know if it was actually her) posted in a Facebook group for addiction/recovery that she's "worried her daughter has relapsed" because "she's lost so much weight, she's irritable, etc" (it's not like she's got a million health problems and is going through a breakup with the father of her child or anything, right???)

In a later post, "Nicole" claimed that H has been hospitalized after a Xanax OD. She also claimed that Halsey just left an abusive relationship, is pregnant with her second child, is in an ongoing custody battle with Alev, doesn't want him in her children's lives, and is still being hospitalized because of a manic-depressive episode.

Reasons I don't think that's actually her mom/I'll be VERY disappointed if it is:

1 - Halsey has spoken at length in public about her struggles with fertility. She would NEVER want her pregnancy announced in this way. If it's early enough, there's still a very good chance H will lose the baby. I doubt their mom doesn't know that. She's a really shitty mom if she decided to spread that.

2 - Halsey's mom has never done anything like this before, in my memory. She's no Dina Lohan. I've never seen her talk about her daughter in public or make statements on H's behalf before. Not even on social media.

3 - The picture "Nicole" claimed was sent to her by her daughter is a readily available selfie from H's instagram. Why would H send their mom a picture of herself that she already posted on her very public social media page?

4 - If they really were hospitalized/committed, and it was verifiable, gossip rags would be all over it by now.

So, in short, we have absolutely no proof that this is legitimately Halsey's mom, and even if it is, it was INCREDIBLY WRONG of her to post about these topics on a public forum.

It's okay to be worried/concerned for Halsey's wellbeing. It is NOT okay to support the spread of this incredibly personal information.

I'm honestly super hesitant to post about it at all, I feel like I am now contributing to the problem, but I would rather people read about it in a post about how wrong it is to spread it, not on the screenshot itself. Idk man. Whole situation's fucked.

#halsey

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chounaifu · 11 months

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not counting possibly abusive and toxic situations, what's the worst experience you had while roleplaying? something annoying, something petty, something that in hindsight can be considered an inside joke. go nuts. be salty

War. . . .

War never changes.

The multiple times, when I was writing Lucy from Elfen Lied, across multiple platforms, where my icons were stolen, my headcanons were lifted, and my formatting was copied.

The multiple times when "child of my character" OCs were thrown at my muses without anybody even asking me if I wanted to interact with these lost, sassy children.

The 2007-2009 Naruto RP era of 5000 Uchiha OCs, 5000 Akatsuki OCs, and 5000 fan villages. This was the same era where people started to get annoyed with OC and canon interaction, and I'm forever bitter that immature behavior attached to these rp stereotypes forever changed the way we perceive OC (especially FEMALE OC) writers.

That one time somebody who wrote a 5 year old muse kept commenting IC on my smut asks. (It was so fucking weird.)

The 2009-2011 era of Hetalia RPers who reacted to world tragedies by turning it into lore for their Hetalia muses. (Long suffering on Gaia Online.)

Speaking of Gaia Online, the era of trying to RP in Towns and either 1. Missing the response because you walked away to grab a drink, and the comment bubble already disappeared. And 2. Random nude avatars walking up to you and asking to cyber.

The 2010-2011 era of Pokémon roleplay on Facebook and Gaia Online forums where shipping adult characters with the protag characters was RAMPANT. God I had some annoying Lyras trying to jump my Proton constantly.

That one time I was RPing Cassidy on Facebook and someone's non-rp profile kept trying to talk to me and date Cassidy LMAO.

The word Sinday. I hate the word Sinday.

"THIS CHARACTER IS MY HUSBAND BACK OFF XDDD"

People trying to force redemption arcs on my villain muses.

"I'm 16 I'm considered legal in my country so I should be allowed to write smut with you." <- actual quote from actual rper @ actual adult me like 6 years ago.

The era of gender bend muses where the character was completely changed in personality just because the gender was swapped.

*Glomp.* Hi Itachi senpai XD

MASSIVE AMOUNTS OF UNPROMPTED SMUT RP THAT ALWAYS SEEMED TO SPAWN WHEN THE PLOT WAS GOING NOWHERE.

#➤ 《 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 》 out of character #➤ 《 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐌𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐄𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 》 answered #infernalpursuit

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echo-stimmingrose · 11 months

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Slight rant/ted talk

Trans People are People Too

So this person on tik tok responded to one of my comments, saying "they/them pronouns wtf y'all are still on that?"

One thing to note: I did not mention my pronouns in my comment nor are they in my name. This person had to have gone onto my profile, saw my pronouns and then decided that they needed to make a comment about it.

A ton of people responded to their comment defending me and other gender non-conforming people.

This person then went on to make a comment about what gentiles I have. 1, they have no way of knowing. 2, that's super fucking creepy especially considering i am a minor.

Many people called them creepy and they said, "it's not creepy, every woman has one" which is just incredibly false. Also how tf would they know what genitalia I have?

They continued to respond to other people under my comment while actively ignoring all of my comments, especially the one where I stated that I was a minor and it doesn't really matter whats in my pants.

The worst part of this though was their most recent comments. They said that "people like her make all the gays look bad"

They then revealed that they are gay/a member of the LGBTQ+ community.

To be honest I wasn't upset at first. I'm used to cis het people being ignorant bigots towards minorities. Especially when they have the cover of the internet to shield them. But a member of my own community? Not gonna lie that hurt a little bit.

I know it's just a stranger on the internet but if our own community can't stick together what hope do we have?

I live in the US and frankly it's scary right now. All of these bills and people in power who would rather focus on getting rid of the gays then helping the kids being shot I'm schools. It's so sad.

And to all the people telling people like me who aren't happy with our country "just move then" it is not as easy as you are making it sound. People can't just up and move across seas or across the continent.

I know they would like that though. If everyone who dares to be different would just leave and stop complaining about our rights being stripped from us.

I'm being told by my grandfather that it's not actually that bad. Maybe not for him, he's a cis het white man who only watches Fox News. I commented on one of his bigoted transphobic posts on Facebook and he blocked me and refused to respond to any of my messages. He then called my mom a bitch when she got pissed at him.

We're back on good terms now thankfully. He still has some effed up opinions on LGBTQ+ people, which is hard not just for me but my little sibling as well.

This is the same man who used to tell me to stand up for my country and the things that I believe in. I guess that only applies to things he agrees with.

Our community is being told to stop being so loud about our rights and maybe people would like us more. Imagine if we talked to women in the 1920s and informed them that we are still fighting for equal rights even 100 years later.

I don't care if things are "better now." Better doesn't mean good or safe. People are still being killed for this. We are moving backwards instead of forward. Don't they know history is doomed to repeat itself? Especially if they refuse to make changes.

I informed my uncle of the new bill in Florida about how trans kids are being ripped away from their families just because their families support them. He said "yeah that'll get fought. It won't stay for long."

But he also said that this bill would never get passed. I love my uncle and he means we'll but he still has a lot more faith in our country than I do. Which is not necessarily a bad thing. But it's also leaving him ignorant to a lot of the things that are going on.

Even if that bill doesn't stay "for long" as he says it's still a problem now. People are fleeing Florida and parents have already lost kids to this fucked up system. That's going to cause irreversible trauma on not just the parents but kids as well.

My uncle also says the biggest problem with our country right now is our economy. When I informed him I frankly didn't care about the economy as much as other problems, he laughed. "You're gonna care when you can't pay for anything to live"

The way things are going, by the time I am paying on my own to live I won't have the rights to do so.

Since before I came out I have always wanted to attend a pride parade as I've never been to one. Several months ago my mom and I talked about attending one during pride month. But now I don't want to, the thought honestly scares me.

I live in a small town in a red state. I hate going out in public because of the people in this town. I ate the way they look at me and my friends as if we don't belong.

My heart goes out to my LGBTQ+ siblings. Things are fucking scary right now. Please don't discriminate against your own community or else we don't have any hope of going anywhere.

Happy Pride Month I Guess

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queenofthursday6599-blog · 1 month

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So my older sister has decided to do that thing where you google your own name to see what information about yourself is on the internet up for grabs by information brokers and guess what?

As far as the internet is concerned I don't actually exist as anything beyond being one of my sister's aliases.

Though my sister technically has two entries on this website.

The one under our merged identity (her first name, my middle name, my last name which is also her maiden name), which is also seemingly merged with a random 3rd women who neither of us know. Which also has my birthday listed, but has no known relatives or associates listed (because that person doesn't exist).

Then another under her current name, which changed when she got married. Which fails to list her birthday or phone number, but does have her connected to various other people. Like her husband's family are all listed as relatives, but our mom is just listed as someone she might know.

Though we think there's still some influence of the random 3rd women who's part of the other entry, because she's also listed as knowing or being related to a bunch of people that neither of us know.

Current theory is that the weird jankey amalgam of 3 different women identity profile is actually supposed to be me.

I think me and her (original) online identities got merged when Google bought Youtube.

At e point before the merger, I had let her use my yahoo to sign up for a Youtube account, after she lost the password to her previous account. Even though I already had an account using that same yahoo (which I knew was weird and broken to be able to do that in the first place).

After the merger our two separate Youtube accounts got merged because they were using the same email address. Specifically my account got cannibalized by her account more or less, because I wasn't able to access my original Youtube account at all after that, and attempting to use my log in sent me to the account she'd made using my yahoo as the email.

Which was then furthered by the fact that we would use eachother's emails for stuff pretty frequently.

Like if we wanted a free trial for a streaming service because there was a show on there we wanted to watch, if my sister didn't have a random email that could be used (she has so many email addresses nowadays, I don't know how she keeps track of them) we'll just use mine.

Or using each other's email addresses as recovery emails.

Where this random 3rd women comes in I'm not sure, but it's her email address that's currently listed on this dossier, which would explain why I don't get spam emails at all.

There are various stuff like my old facebook account that I've been locked out of since the early 2010s and the third person could have just stolen.

So the 3rd woman could be an attempted identity thief who got screwed over by the internet thinking I am but already someone else's false identity.

#so apparently the internet doesn't think I exist as a real person #but only as my older sister's online alterego #we still have not the faintest idea who this random 3rd woman is or how her online presence got inter-meshed with mine

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bearpillowmonster · 4 months

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I was actually going to post something about this last night but events kept unfolding and changing the narrative so I’m going to break it down. Long story short, I fell for it. That’s right lads, I joined a dating site.

So, I created an account without much interest involved, mainly curiosity and speculation. Came across a few good ones that I did reverse searches on only to find that they’re instagram profiles someone stole. I expected as much, oh well. But then I get a message to me, from a cute girl at that, and we start talking. Everything seemed to line up as far as her being real, I mean she had the name and face that matched her online presence. She even sent pictures that I wasn’t able to find. I weighed my options and decided I was willing to take the risk, I send her my number and-

Sign 1: Two numbers text me at the same time, the same thing. Oh, boy. I bring this up immediately and it’s kind of just shrugged off. The other one didn’t answer and I know the other was her, the number even looked legit, right area code, everything. We talk more and I see another number text me.

Sign 2: I don’t give out my number and for it to be so close to this happening is either on the website’s messages being compromised or she isn’t who she says she is. I left this one alone with bringing it up, but internally, I start freaking out. This number said they were someone entirely different and just “had me in their contacts” ok, sure, they even sent a picture rerouted to- A popular tiktoker, ladies and gentlemen. They probably have people do this to them all the time. Gave them the chance to make a case- Block.

I do some more research, check the dating profile again and wouldn’t you know it that her messages are gone. So, I start asking the girl questions pertaining to her Facebook. “You ever been here before?” not trying to set alarms for them just yet but I just wanted to trip them up and really, she passed. I ask about the messages thing and she wasn’t convinced, then she checked. At this point, I had already deleted my dating profile to just avoid further damage. She then tells me that the account got suspended. Huh, oh mee, oh my. I actually get on FB and message the real girl and am like “here’s the scoop, someone’s using your identity, blah, blah blah.” It says seen but there’s no way to really know if you’re not friends with them, I sent photo proof but whatever, I was getting over it, trying to dominate the situation.

Okie-dokie, face-time me, that will settle this once and for all, you can’t very well agree when you know- She said ok...ok. She calls but nothing happened, like no voice, no video. “It didn’t work. Bad reception.” Same old song and dance. So, it’s time for the nail in the coffin, the final stroke, Facebook. If the Facebook is real and the two coincide then we have a match, I was disconnected at this point, I thought I’d be devastated in a way but I surprisingly sort of let my insane side take over, whatever game you play, I’m gonna play it back and I’m about to uproot your whole operation while I’m at it. You can’t claim not to have a Facebook when it’s right there, same face, same name and if you do, then friend me. Easy. “Ok, add me.” Huh? What is this, confidence? Ok? Also, Messenger has a facetime that works better, at least imo.

Well, I already messaged her on my account except, I don’t use my real name on my account. So, I wasn’t sure how deep this was going to go, I thought about using one of my alts but for some reason FB doesn’t like that and just kept logging me back into my main, whatever, haven’t used those in forever anyway, I guess they’re lost now. So, I make a new profile with the information I have already given, no friends but hey, whatta you gonna do. I tell her I sent the request. It’s this morning and no add but I have some texts, yeah, from 4 in the morning, like wtf, so I ask what’s up with the Facebook. Nothing yet, will update with a new post if need be.

I slept maybe 4 hours total last night between this in my head, and I couldn’t breathe. Not having my pills has that gas that I was talking about mixed with the heat, I had the humidifier on, didn’t work. I turned it up. Nothing. I turned the fan on. Nothing. I turned the fan up. Nothing. Like come on! I can’t get comfortable. So I decided not to use too much effort with this like I was going to, I’ll leave it up to be balanced on its own accords. One of the weird things when we were talking is that she’d say “Good” a lot, even if it didn’t apply. A yes or no question, “Good”. Major red flag, as I’ve harassed these types of accounts before. Some so long that they changed people in between so one had no recollection of any conversation like it was a freaking program where they used the same dialogue. That time, I knew they weren’t real though. I was worried this would affect me and my shell because it took a long time for me to get to this point but then I shook hands with myself after feeling a job well done saying that i wont let this champion me, I have to champion it. I feel like I did everything right, there wasn’t a whole lot I could do to predict or prevent that under those circumstances. I’m normally very cautious with that stuff but I knew I also had to be more open in order to get it back. Whatever their goal was, I don’t really care, I shouldn’t care at least, there’s nothing to justify it, I didn't nose into it before I got permission, that Facebook was only after I started really suspecting something was wrong.

#dating site #dating #scam #scum

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tiny-tigers · 5 months

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✨ Helloooo! Apologies again for the radio silence 😭💖 things are a bit hectic on this end! How's your recovery getting on sweetie???🙏🏻🩷

OMG I didn't know that about Jacky's dad!!! 🫨 Okaaaay now lots of things are beginning to make sense....

*insert 'the pieces have been put together' meme*

I think unless he comes back better from this injury then you're right, I don't see his play improving too much? 😬 It's kinda weird that I no longer think of them as 'junior players' as they've done so much, but even though they're still young they seem to have lost that zesty youthfulness of 'trying to break into the first team' edge they had - if that makes any sense??

Drunk Fred is not the one, thanks Ellis.

I completely agree - I can defo see Fred leaving for a new challenge one day? Seems that sort of character - likes to be out of his comfort zone? *bleurgh no thnx* 😂

Interesting message from that fan! I've been getting the vibe for a while now that he's stopped enjoying fan interaction as much? Not surprising given his bigger profile now but sounds like I'm wrong! 🙈😆

No worries no worries , all is getting in place slooooowly. I Feel frozen in time ? I still have 4 jabs left before being left alone and still under painkillers, one scar is a bit nasty still impossible to sleep like I used to. No flip on the belly for sure I am like my eggs I sleep sunny sided.

I hope it could cool down a bit for you as well everyone need good vacay and family time during this period.

Yes totally !! Jeff played for sarries as a forward and 1 big man came and took his place 😤 poor papa Jeff... Bye Bye rugby career. Jacky wanted and was a fly half anyways before becoming who he is so I think he is not afraid of shifting for a role but being replaced and issues that can be linked to that oh well.... always in the moove uh. Idk how you analyse it the bigger picture But yes papa Jeff is his idol.

His mom was selling his stuff on Facebook btw 🤣 I bloody love one of his pants I bought while in norfolk it is super practical for this weather and fencing but omg does he actually walks on his butt ? 🤣😂 it is always the most used part. He can clean and mop floors with that bum. *Sorry*

Mmmmh he is a sweet potato but he is average. I do realize that , when his brain isnt used to his full potential and light up like a christmas tree he is losing a lot of his depth. He was bloody fantastic in U20 but since thenn.. eeeerhm... Even for a scrum half his stats are against him he should have marked as much tries as Fred already due to his speed and position. He has nothing special for him as a weapon except the power of his kick but he uses it super badly. Like Idk what he has in his legs but he can throw missiles but it lands super bad when he could do balls like George🎯.... 🤦‍♀️....And still not a bloody drop goal in 22 years. Easy peasy for me to criticize when I love him more than myself I might sound harsh but I want him to stop being relucant and afraid.

They are on full speed circuit and there is more motivated and more talented behind them if they lose their will to fight so no they aren't young player anymore.

No excuses.

I think Fred would beneficiate from another mindset and club than leicester more suitable to his envy and goals. I cannot see him settle for long in Leicester while on the other hand it is in Jack dna to be new ben youngs and to be the next goofball farmer 9 that will die on that welford road pitch ! I do love ben for that honestly !?. ...And Dan Cole ??? Amazing.

I hate When people are not faithful to their club... I was broken for George but he gave his most beautiful years to the club.

You sound very negative lately or it is just me ? :( is there something wrong other than Fred interest getting loose ?

I actually had a surprise today because Fred did go to see my friend story and he never does that ??? So super surprising when Jack has been absent all day. It is usually the opposite. I have seen zero post for Fred birthday tho...strange.

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Hi Ninja! I was driving on the rightmost lane when a woman suddenly cut me off. I didn't see her in the left lane so she must have been behind me and she used the left lane to overtake and swerve right in front of me.

I'm ashamed to say I showed her a rude hand gesture when she looked at me in her rear view mirror. She stared at me in the mirror intently, then her eyelids started fluttering. After a few seconds, I had the urge to take both hand at the wheel and gesture as if I'm blocking something and then pushing it back at her. I did it twice. She then proceeded to leave me alone.

Was she a witch and was she cursing me? If so, was it in response to my hand gesture, or did she already intend to do it that is why she cut me off?

I'd love to hear your insight on this. Thanks!

PS: I took a picture of her car while it was in front of me. Should I get rid of it to totally get rid of the connection? Thanks.

A rude person who misuses their power.

Ask for the Higher Power to deal with her.

Do not feel shame. You are not the rude one who did something wrong. If anything, you couls have added some colorful language too.

Just today - 2 people cut me off at the entrance at the store. I think they are foreigners. But they did understand that I am commenting how they shouldn't have done it and they made way.

Another example. A few days ago, I was not standing in the line in the coffee shop but I was there. A woman glued herself to the back of the guy in front of her. I told her that she's behind me on the queque. She first tried: Ok, I'll let you go before me. When I told her that there's no need to let me get a coffee before her because I am in front of her anyways. Then she lost it - she said that I look like I went out for a walk (which was true) and unlike lazy me she's in a hurry to go to work.

Can you guess what I did? Pause to think for a second and then read.

I did not shrink my self-worth to fit her narrow view of me. I told her: your job is unimportant. I do the most important job in the world. I raise a baby who will one day be the future of this country. You should be taking me not cutting me off.

I'm telling you, her lips were like fish out of water. She could not find a comeback. I could see it. And, do you know why? Because I knew with conviction that This is my fair spot in the queque and no one will take it from me.

What I am trying to say is - rude people can be seen everywhere. If being rude back is the way they will learn, that's fine. Add some words to the gestures while you are at it. If you really want to show someone their place, instead of reacting you can behave like a no-nonsense women over 50. Find a few on tiktok and learn some phrases, gestures and tone of voice.

When you start seeing that someone is trying to invade you surroundings - start saying a prayer, any prayer would do.

Now, the picture- post it in public to your local facebook group. Let everyone see comment her on her manners. But do it from a fake fb profile so that she doesn't know your real or fb handle name.

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afeuicoku · 7 months

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Removing the tumblr app. Despite the malware/spyware that effects predictive algorithms from falling along the lines of what I actually follow, I really am irritated by the (fraudulent, if I dare say) use of the mere word “blaze” in response to post options.

I won’t be deleting anything, like I usually do, because if I ever come back I think I would have like to see what the time capsule might have kept for me. Based on my experience with deleting accounts on image/picture gallery webpages, social media, and online drives, losing is more painful than what remains.

I really just hate to think “blaze” is the term for something already established and used nowhere else as so.

I lost facebooks, deviantart profile, Reddit, instagram, and more. That very brief moment that only takes less than a minute to delete or deactivate, is on the other end of the scale of time and effort.

That is all.

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teplomilka · 8 months

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28 augusti 2023

well well well. i already see a type of content on this little page i didn't know it could be even a thing: a collection of fun facts about me and stuff related to me. i just.. i like telling people fun facts and since this page is basically about me and my stuff, sooo i think it's actually a natural instinct for me to put some facts here and there.

soooo.. hehehe.. the next fun fact about me is that in my teenage years, i was quite interested in blogging. during that time i created several blogs (some of them were of various purpose) - i had at least three or four tumblr blogs, three blogspot sites, a few on facebook, i think i even created a couple of pages on some other platforms, but i really don't remember their name. and for a while i had a twitter profile, but after a while i stopped going there and when i returned after a long time, i couldn't remember the login, lol. i mean, both password and email (prob lost the email password too so i coudn't reset the password). yes, i know, my brain is a stoopid lil potat (￣^￣) so in 2017 i made a new one hh (°´꒳`°) aaand that one stayed with me since then. sure, there are some... meh and weird and cringe tweets, but i'm looking at it as part of my past, when i went through many very difficult stages and exactly those times formed me into the being i am now. you see?

ok, and why am i telling you this? because some of them are actually findable and with them stayed also my posts that wouldn't be here anymore not still existing those blogs.

umm and you know what? i want to post here one short story, in fact my first one (if school essays don't count) and maybe it will be better on a new post. moreover, it's in slovak and i am really sorry but eh.. i don't know.. maybe some time. it's just that in my work i'm trying to focus not only on a story and interpretation and all these things we are taught and used to pull out and take from the text, but also on choosing the words that add to the flow of reading and that way help with immersion. probably the best analogy i can give you on that matter is that my ultimate goal is to create a literary work that is by itself one extensive onomatopoeia. i don't know of you understand, but basically that as you read it, it sounds and feels like its whole meaning..? for example, a story about love, that when it's read, it sounds and feels like love.

and fun fact for the end - that is one of my reasons why i learn so many languages - so in the future i will be hopefully able to translate my writings into different languages with the same or as close as possible experience as with the original one (*´꒳`*)

~ tori☆*

#funfacts #about me #fun facts #blogger #writing #point #short story #art #writers on tumblr #meaning #deep #deep thoughts #creativity #neurodivergent problems #audhd things #literature

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lilathebibliophile · 9 months

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pinapatawad, nagpapasalamat, nagpapaubaya. ( Pabilin, Rhedg. )

It's that time of the month again. It's been a year already. Once the 28th of August hits by next week, it's already our separation anniversary. It's been months yet, I still remember it all so clearly. Devoting myself towards him during the month of April towards May, even if it permanently means distance. How willing I was to settle and prove loyalty in a new aspect. A distant aspect. Not until the 9th of May happened. Oh, that Asian Restaurant. A deja vu Restaurant. A familiar mall with buried short-term memories, my kind of Cornelia Street. Witnessing a pair in their own unplanned black and white matchy outfits, I must say. Him in his iconic sling bag, with someone else who's name is spelled as Rhedg Pacaanas. There and then, as the weeks had gone by, further information reached me due to my own doing. I've heard he finally had the courage to soft launch her. The both of them soft launching one another. How she's finally mutuals too with one of his dearest friends that is now my ex friend. Genuinely, it is so lovely to look at their Cinemalaya photo all together with smiles on their faces. Reflecting on that, it's a kind of happiness that I never gave and made them feel when I was with them. I then decided to draw a firm line - my boundary clearly as his ex - by unfriending and unfollowing his dearest male friends. I remember taking a deep breath before pressing the unfollow and unfriend buttons for all of them as I've come to conclusion that I was sort of attached already as well with his closest male friends. Spending his birthday last year with them remains as a core memory to me. But I had to keep in mind that I'm no longer a part of his, a part of them, as my new replacement finally intervenes.

As for his new beloved, I've seen their online interactions through Facebook reactions, comments, at Instagram and even at Threads. Sometimes I wonder, if he ever had a deja vu moment taking her at the same Asian Restaurant we used to date at? I wonder if a sense of deja vu kicked in within him after realizing that we're both previous Lyceans and Swifties as well? - how we both inclined him with the Lover album during the first stage of the connection? Sometimes I wonder if they're more compatible than we are? I then questioned the broken astrological constellations of us both. "Tell me, what's a more compatible dynamic than a Lion and a Ram? Then again, I got replaced with another med student. A nursing student this time." I uttered and sighed heavily.

As the months went on, there with my very own eyes, I knew that it was a total game over. With my own eyes, I witnessed that he was finally capable of replacing me entirely. He found a new me, perhaps. A new beloved for him to visit in a different condominium and deliver such presents. A new beloved he takes on a motorcycle ride. A new beloved he takes on dates. A new favorite beloved that he's now proud to have by placing her Red nickname by his Facebook bio profile and brags about her in his IG highlights. Such endless comparison, a kind of deja vu that is now beyond my comprehension. His new beloved that has successfully replaced me. A state that I have finally lost all my left heartbeats now. So then, I walked away while keeping what I knew for good, without him knowing ever, and just carry on with a blurry sight while raising my own white flag for the both of us. There, in that moment of witnessed bright night sky lights that I still consider as dim, I thought deciding and figuring that moving forward in silence was the new path to win. But the unveiling truth part is that, my chest along with my pounding heart has not really touched the finish line yet. All this time - ever since he left me, not even now. Currently, I'm still running on my healing tracks. But happily and freely, I can already see the victory line from an approaching sight - waiting for me.

pinapaubaya ko na sa kanya.

Pabilin, Rhedg.

- Beatriz

#Spotify

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screamsviakeyboard · 9 months

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I have a different relationship to social media than many, I think. I've never really "gotten" the concept of sharing your life with others. It's something I am working on comprehending, and surprised at the joy in. So it never entered into my mind as the reason people post.

After a little while playing farmville on facebook, with no one I was interested in connecting with I wouldn't meet the next day in school, I spent the rest of my formative years on reddit. With usernames and no profiles other than a list of your posts at the time, it felt anonymous. The only recurring fixtures were gimmick accounts like poem for your sprog or shitty watercolor. If you had asked me, I would have told you, obviously, those are people. But they were not familiar faces. I did not know about their lives, all of the peopleness of them was on the other side of the screen, and what I got was what they chose to perform.

The rest of it was a deluge of posts from users it never even occurred to me to recall. Again, I knew they were people, but I didn't interact with them as such. What I saw had already been processed through the sorting machine of up and down votes, and either entertained me enough to read or was boring and thus discarded. As a result, the person who had lived these stories was as connected to me as the cast and crew of a tv show, with only the extra titillation of reality to distinguish the two.

It was all entertainment, and I was its audience. It was with the reverence of a child risking the stage that I would even consider making a post, even one as unimportant as a question about a video game. Because, to me, making a post meant that I would be up there with the entertainers to be ignored, or mocked, or beloved as the crowd saw fit. Even now, as I type this for my zero followers and my own self-satisfaction, I am aware of the audience's back and the unlit lights above, at any moment able to turn on me and receive my spectacle.

But that's not how everyone sees this. To me, replying to a post necessitates not just a willingness to be the clown, but to have already donned the red nose, the makeup, and the wig. But some people are just talking. There is no stage, no lights, just the crowd, each of us a person within it, entitled to speak personally, to shout over the din or whisper beneath it, without discarding our humanity for the actor's mask.

I don't know if they're wrong or not. For all my pontificating, I've never really been the clown. I've always been just another dressed-up freak sitting in the shadows. You don't know what your preparation is worth until the thing it was for happens. Maybe I would feel wronged, or scandalized, when the human wearing my costume is ignored by the audience, or maybe I will feel free and unburdened that I've already divorced the two for them. Maybe the latter is true, but I've lost something for it anyways, made all the worse by the possibility that I sacrificed that thing for an audience that will never see me. Or, just as likely, the former is true, but I'm having more fun in these silly clothes than I would have in the pair of cargo shorts that hold my actual legs.

I don't know if they're wrong or not, but it's important to remember that they are there. I thought they were masks, but some of them were only faces, and those can be bruised.

#social media #screamswrites #long post

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alsjeblieft-zeg · 1 year

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245 of 2023

What were you doing at midday today?

I was in the train to Blankenberge.

What hair style do you have atm? Are you happy with it?

Messy and a bit too long for my tastes, I don’t like it.

Do you enjoy long conversations over the phone?

No. I try to keep it as short as possible.

Have you ever had a panic attack?

Yeah, but in my case it was mostly aura before a seizure. Really unpleasant.

Tell me about your last birthday. What presents did you get? Did you do anything special to celebrate?

I got something special for my husband, got a piece of cheesecake for us both, and he took me to the restaurant. It was very nice.

Someone buys a gift for you that you don’t like, what do you do?

Regift it.

Has your best friend ever made you cry?

No, he hasn’t.

Have you ever entered a talent competition?

No, not really.

Are you indecisive?

No. It takes me kinda long because I always consider all the pros and cons, but ultimately I decide.

Do you still talk to the person you liked 6 months ago?

My husband, yes. The other guy, I don’t see very often, but he always recognises and greets me. The third one, I haven’t seen him since last year and I’m pretty sure he’s not gonna remember me.

Has anyone ever talked you into doing something you didn’t want to do?

No, I keep denying, my husband keeps trying, the circle is running.

Do you have any favorite jewelry that you always wear?

Yes, it was my wedding ring that I lost. I’m a loser lol.

Are you smiling in your facebook profile picture?

I don’t use Facebook.

Be honest, does the person you like actually deserve you? Or are they actually not worthy of your affections?

I’m rather worried I don’t deserve him.

Who will you be spending the weekend with?

My husband, like usual.

Do you remember who you had feelings for at the beginning of 2015? Do you still speak to that person? If not, why not?

Nielsje, we’re still close friends.

List 5 things that have been on your mind most recently.

Work, food, my sister’s birthday, one certain guy, Easter break.

Who were you in a relationship with last October?

I was already married.

The last person you talked to, do you know their star sign?

Yeah, Taurus like me.

Do you have a dreamcatcher?

No, I don’t.

If you’ve ever been out of your country, do you have a souvenir?

Yeah, I have souvenirs from all the countries I’ve been to.

What is better, history or science?

Both are interesting, but science is easier to learn for me.

Would you ever go on Fear Factor?

I don’t even know what it is.

Would you ever wear black lipstick? Do you know anyone who does?

I don’t wear make up.

If you wear eye shadow, do you put on a dark colour or a light? And if you wear mascara, what colour is it?

Look above.

Do you combine your socks and underwear in the same drawer?

Yeah, most of the time. But on separate shelves.

#survey #q&a survey #random survey

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themysticsoffering · 1 year

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Facedown on Facebook!

For the social media version of Daniel, this has been a week of more than a little frustration; I was duped by hackers on my Facebook account that I had had for 16 years.

The hackers changed my e-mail and password for the log-in requirements for my FB profile.

They proceeded and continue to create marketplace-type ads and to solicit money from my FB friends ever since the day they tricked me. In fact, they did trick a friend using my MetaPay. I was able to learn this through my financial institution from which I also received a new bank card.

Having been completely locked-out of my original profile, I tried to regain access and control, but to no avail.

As a result of all of this I have lost touch with 700 contacts and correspondences, including people I met or spent time with in the Hudson Valley, the Episcopal Church, and people with whom I share interests.

The majority of the invites for my upcoming birthday party were a Facebook event. (My mom is throwing me a party. I haven't had a birthday party since I was 8 years-old.) I feel a bit of a crunch to invite people and get a guest list submitted for further planning. Oy vey! But, all will work out!

Facebook / Social media / the internet are not real life; they can mirror real life. I have a sense now of what break-in /burglary trauma feels like. This is, in a sense, a violation of personal space.

Technology creates some very useful tools that make managing life more convenient and economical (in some ways); when unscrupulous opportunists interfere with one's uses of technology, it's one hell of a headache.

I have learned to limit the use of my bank card, not to store financial related data in any devices, I've gone back to paying for things with hand-written checks via "snail mail."

This experience drives home some deeper points:

No THINGS that we count on are permanent; cyber-life, just like daily life can change in an instant. Only God is permanent. Our flesh and blood experiences and relationships are the true treasures of life.

We can be inundated with social media and media content to the point where we are distracted in the presence of the people around us. (Already, even before my FB was hacked, I've shifted away from this media-laden self-absorption.)

I've certainly taken account of my closest/daily contacts . But gosh there are important people with whom I interact, if not on a daily, on a regular basis!

JUST GOTTA KEEP ON KEEPIN' ON AND NOT LET THIS SMALL BUT INCREDIBLY ANNOYING, INCONVENIENT SHIT GET ME DOWN!

Le beannachdan an latha

(with blessings of the day),

Daniel

I've lost connections, but I'm still connected, like...

"I miss my mom. I miss my friends. I miss it all. But in the end, the world keeps spinnin'..."

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Le beannachdan an latha

(with blessings of the day),

Daniel

#Hacking #Scams #mindfulness #Lent #Stress #zen #connections #communication

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