#How to Block Someone On Telegram

[mokubetech]

To block someone on Telegram, open the chat with the person you want to block, tap on their name at the top to open their profile, then tap "More" (or the three dots), and select "Block user". Confirm your choice to block them. Here's a more detailed breakdown: 1. Open the chat: Find and open the chat with the user you want to block within the Telegram app. 2. Access their profile: Tap on the user's name at the top of the chat screen. 3. Open the menu: On the profile screen, tap on "More" (or the three dots). 4. Block the user: Select the "Block user" option from the menu. 5. Confirm: A confirmation message will appear. Tap "Block" to finalize the blocking process.

[undeadhound]

Klebtomaniac/Klebt0freak, aka Zio, a well known artist in the tcc community is not a good person.

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Her name is Zio. Zio is 23 years old, she has previously gotten sexual with my Dylan alter knowing that he’s 17, and bodily I am 16. This interaction wasn’t a one time occurrence, and it took a severe toll on my mental health as she continued to deny that it ever happened. She’s tried to ignore the event multiple times, avoiding confrontation and further betraying my trust. She also knew about my BPD, and how I have an anxious attachment style that formed from infancy. She took advantage of this, and toyed with my feelings continuously, despite me telling her how I was extremely sensitive. She ignored me for months, despite me contacting her on telegram, and discord. And when she responded, it was quick, and she brushed off my feelings. I shared personal information about me to her, sexually, physically, and emotionally. I will be showing multiple screenshots of her ignoring how she and Dylan got sexual, and how she only used me as a shoulder to cry on, or guilt trip me. I felt continuously used by Zio, and it has made me genuinely extremely emotional. I can’t hide this anymore, and this is why I am posting this, I hope people will take this seriously.

Zio sent sexual images to Dylan (feet pictures to be specific), and let him send her porn videos, and encourage his behavior sexually. I actually told someone, my old ex, Emmy (as everyone knows Emmy is also a pedo) about Zio's actions, and Emmy and her friend posted a Tumblr post about Zio becoming sexual with a minor (me). I told Zio, because I was upset Emmy did it, and Zio told me "Do not ever do that again, please tell your friend to delete their post." She continued to hide our relationship, and continued to become sexual with me. Until it slowly started to end, and she started to ignore me. I will provide screenshots for all of this, and I am trying to get my old account back to show the more sexual encounters I had with Zio. Zio has continued to belittle my feelings as well. When she was sexual with me, she constantly talked with me to Im guessing.. to get me more attached and close to her. I didn’t realize what she was doing was grooming, or bad, I was blinded by her manipulation. Zio denies still what happened to me, please do not reach out to Zio about this. I do not want to start drama. Zio also let me into her telegram channel when it is 18+. She knew I was 16 the whole time as well. She also drew me art with Dylan’s penis out, and him fucking a car. I can get both of these art pieces and send it to you if you’d like. I am just extremely traumatized and scarred from this.

More screenshots will be provided of her randomly venting to me, being sexual, etc, if I can get my old account back. It’s extremely weird she draws nsfw of a minor, and talks sexually about a minor.

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The last two screenshots I’m going to show is the screenshots she put on her tumblr post. THESE ARE NOT ME, this is a random person, and that’s why she blocked out their username, and profile picture. The fact she blocked out other parts of the message is extremely weird, she is hiding things from people, and is trying to make me look like a manipulator when I am JUST A MINOR and she is a grown adult in her 20s. She is manipulating my other friend currently, and she will be posting about it soon.

I also don’t appreciate Zio trying to demonize me in her post, and say Im a manipulator. Zio is the one manipulating people, and manipulated me, and my other friend. She has traumatized me further with her post, by belittling my feelings once more, and denying that she used me and got sexual.

I told Zio she was my fp, and she ignored it, and in my opinion took advantage of it because I was so attached. She knew she could do whatever she wanted to me without me questioning it, and that I would play along with it.

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In short, Zio is an extreme manipulator, and a groomer. Please do not attack me, or Zio. I am simply just spreading information about my story, and what I have gone through with Klebto, and please try to support me in anyway possible I could really use it.

I don’t know why Zio at 23 would talk to minors anyways.

Please don’t just support Zio because you like her art.

[catatombi]

beware of fang

Hey, im gonna say it outright and state that this is a call out. people get called out for being dangerous. fangs nearly pushed 3 people to commit suicide(including myself) and i had to be hospitalized because of him, so this feels justified. Im sorry if you disagree, ill keep it short and to the point If you’ve been a long time follower of his im sure you’ve seen his vague posts about his ex friends, the cotl tumblr community and “fandom drama” with little to no context behind it, other than various people appearing on his DNI. his vague nature in the posts is intentional, he doesn't want to let on that he was abusing his friends. Ive tried time and time again to write something but it never seemed right, like what he’s done to me and my friends wasn’t severe enough to warrant something like this, but it is and i don't want to let this go any longer, esp not when he has my friends, their names, usernames and literal contact information in his DNI list Over the last year ive been friends with fang hes been horrible. Hes never changed and refuses to acknowledge what hes done to his friends and how horribly he has hurt them, to keep this short im keeping this bullet pointy Here is his carrd, he has everything neatly outlined for yall to block on every platform Dont harass, dont contact. all of this is public information so https://web.archive.org/web/20240713073710/https://fanged-info.carrd.co/#boundaries

https://fanged-info.carrd.co/ Twit: FFANGEDD / narilamb_ / mewhenimsilly Insta: ffangedd / narilamb Tumblr: ffangedd / fanged-cotl / fanged-xeno Cara: narilamb Blusky: fanged / narilamb Itaku: fanged Artfight: FANGED Toyhouse: FFANGEDD Sheezy: fanged Discord & telegram: narilamb All the people mentioned have given consent Cw !!! abuse, suicide, self harm https://drive.google.com/drive/u/2/folders/1MLMOT-qvgrX-9NnUEgpl4AkEPfixy2wG

The drive is a bit out of date, as I logged it all before april. Hes posted more awful shit and vented to me again since then Feel free to request the letter i wrote to him, i might share it anyway because it sums up my thoughts on the matter If you want any additional context feel free to ask

Fang uses suicide and self harm threats to control and manipulate his friends, hes begged me for assisted suicide and when i refused to help him commit he begged in groupchats. He begged on instagram stories as well as twitter, so much so that his twitter for suspended for 12 hours. He has admitted to wanting someone to commit suicide with him and has previously formed suicide pacts and nearly followed through on one with a friend. fang backed out first. he continues to redirect blame. refusing to take accountability for his actions. He still blames his previous medications, his ex psychiatrist, his self diagnosed BPD & OCD, psychosis, and states of beings from disorders he doesn't have (claiming to be manic or sociopathic whilst not having bipolar1 or ASPD) fang blames his (ex)friends, claiming they were projecting their mental illness onto him when they were just reacting to his abuse, that they the ones in the wrong and that how they treated him/cut him off was vile and unfair, and believes that he never got real closure when he did. it just wasn't what he wanted to hear and now feels entitled to an apology from these people when all he’s ever done is traumatize and terrorize them. He describes the amount in which he has cut over pavi, wart and kat because what they put him through and how they traumatized him. The traumatizing actions were: Kat asking for a content warning, pavi didn't want to walk on eggshells anymore and blocked him without an explanation & wart blocked him after being emotionally abused for months Hes described how he would carve their names into his thigh and told me that he will carve my name into his skin when i leave too. He demanded wart and surf choose their “real friends” and cut off their community for him because fang hated that they were being “two-faced” and hanging out with “people who hate him” He would spend hours venting relentlessly and graphically in his friends DMs, demanding their time and attention and expecting immediate replies. His friends are not professionals and shouldnt be expected to be an on-call DIY therapist for him, for hours, without consent. Fang has said he is completely unwilling to self censor for other peoples safety fang has vented to a 13 year old (they were not hiding their age) He referred to me (and our friends) as a phone person, a voice, icons. Concepts he can talk. Completely dehumanizing everyone that cared about him even to their faces. He blames his ex friends for his poor mental health and has said he wishes they watched him commit suicide, he wanted his friends to be traumatized from this (as if they werent already.) When a friend posted a screenshot of a gamenight to tumblr he had a breakdown so severe and so dangerous for so long that several of his friends has to mute the DM to keep themselves safe from his verbal abuse and suicide/SH threats He doesn't care about how triggering any of this can be for someone and will subject anyone (including people in danger) to his “venting” He didnt care about triggering me and contacted me at the worst of my suicidality in january and exasperated the danger i was in so severely I had to be hospitalized against my will before I could commit suicide. 

Im honestly not entirely sure what to even think. he knew the severity of my suicidality. he knew I had been hospitalized for an attempt in 2022, and still he chose me, probably the most vulnerable of his friends at the time to vent that heavily too back in janurary Hes a dangerous selfish person whos proven over and over that hes not getting better and isnt willing to change, i honestly had hope when he slowed down his graphic vent posts and victim blaming on twitter and insta but he decided to say fuck all and get right back into his shit train of shame and misery. Heres a link to all of the screenshot, damning ones are in important bitz if you’re not interested in going through them all https://drive.google.com/drive/u/2/folders/1MLMOT-qvgrX-9NnUEgpl4AkEPfixy2wG in these screens alone he: admits to sending his cuts to his friends, threatens to cut if i leave, admits that he was going to go through with a duel suicide and begged me for assisted suicide

warts screenshots v

full screenshots & complete context in the drive as for him claims that i was stalking him: i was scared, i was his friend. i tried so hard to be good enough and never was. the screens were a by product of confiding in my friends about what was happening and the drive was made to share w/ them i admit i prolly shouldve combed out some of it but, ykno also big phat apology for tagging cotl!!!!! only did bc fang has, please stay safe everyone, and thank you so much if you have read everything (the doc encase anyone was wanting it ! figured i;d just use tumblr regular posting method) https://docs.google.com/document/d/17QjXUEdQVd8c4GZS--vPo-xR3kgmoLl4ZmN3ROMutg0/edit?usp=sharing

edit as of 8:30pm 7/17/24 here is a link to pavi's response warts response and kats response

[lullabyes22-blog]

i just discoveredd this immaculate rarepairing of yours, and i was immediately obssessed <33

idkk if someone asked this butt after finishing mal de mer, i just kept wondering what would Silco be like around a laboring Mel— is he the going to be beside Mel holding her hand while Mel's crushing his or is he going to be the type of husband who just stands outside the room?

Thank you so much<3 I'm so thrilled the Melco agenda is spreading :D 

Interestingly, in the Mal de Mer timeline, when Mel goes into labor, Silco is actually overseas on business. He and Mel have been keeping in touch via missives. But as fate would have it, he gets stuck in a particularly remote village which delays his mail for days. She writes to him that the contractions are coming closer together now, and that it won't be long before she finally goes into labor... 

And then he never hears from her again.  

Naturally, this sets his paranoia off into overdrive: not knowing how she and his unborn child are doing. It's worse when he gets a Morse landline code from Sevika, alerting him that Mel's ready to go into labor, and that it's much more risky than initially anticipated.

The message ends with 'RETURN ASAP' — no other updates. 

Silco makes haste home by commandeering the fastest vessel, traveling at warp speed towards Piltover without rest, the desperation churning inside him like sea-froth against jagged cliffs.

His worst fears only seem to manifest, because when he arrives back at the mansion after nearly a week away, he finds Mel's penthouse aswarm with Piltovan doctors and chemists.

Sevika is waiting for him outside, flanked by blackguards. There is also, berthed at the nearby wharf, a Noxian medevac zeppelin which Silco doesn't recognize, and dread settles deep within the pit of his stomach. 

Sevika, reading his grim silence as 'explain,' wastes no time describing exactly how things deteriorated after she'd sent her last telegram. Mel was hit by preeclampsia, which escalated into severe HELLP syndrome once active labor started. It was so bad, the Topside doctors had to induce general anesthesia. The baby, in her mother's haywire body, had gone into fetal distress; she had to be pulled out via forceps.

Unfortunately, the blood loss from the procedure and her internal hemorrhage sent Mel spiraling into multiple organ dysfunction syndrome. With sepsis rapidly overtaking her body, the doctors informed Sevika that she'd be lucky to live another twenty-four hours.

It would take a miracle cure to save her. 

Right around this time, Ambessa —  who'd been docked at their port for two nights already, ostensibly to be at hand in case of crisis, and in Silco's estimation to kidnap the baby —  stepped in with her own personal squad of doctors.

She'd locked herself inside with Mel. Her guards have been blocking everyone else from entering ever since. 

Hearing this, Silco's panic boils over into rage. He elbows his way past the guards, Sevika on his heels, bursting through the door to Mel's room only by dint of force— 

— and stops dead in his tracks. 

The sight greeting his eyes is nothing short of a tableau straight out of H.P. Lovecraft's Cthulhu mythos.

Mel is submerged in some sort of cylindrical aquarium that resembles an autopsy tank; the water is tainted dark red, almost black. Inside the glass, Mel floats unmoving, swathed in the same translucent gossamer gown she wore the night they consummated their marriage. Her long hair wafts out in tangled streamers, giving her the appearance of a drowned siren.

An horde of Noxian chemists cluster round, administering solutions from various tubes fed into the tank itself. Whatever the solution is, it has rendered Mel's skin deathly translucent.

She isn't moving, except to drift slowly, suspended as if weightless in the eerie darkness. 

Ambessa, her tall figure with its back to Silco, turns just as he enters. There's no surprise on her face. She lifts one gauntleted finger to her lips, commanding him to silence.

And Silco, stunned, finds himself obeying, rooted in place.

Because nestled in the crook of Ambessa's arm... is a baby. 

Though clean and freshly-bathed, it's obviously newborn. At first, Silco doesn't register what he's looking at. The shock has caused all cognitive functions to momentarily flee his brain, until he finds himself moving automatically, gliding forward with both arms outstretched to seize it, because he doesn't want Ambessa touching something so fragile, not when he constantly senses something profoundly avaricious about this woman, no matter that he perhaps owes her his child's life, no matter that they are ostensibly allies.  

Ambessa, for her part, hands it — no, her — off without protest. Once he has taken possession of the bundle, he looks down, seeing her face for the first time: scrunched up features, pouting lips, wispy curls. She's feather-light, fitting easily in the space between his wrist and forearm. 

He stares, transfixed. 

His child.  

There's no doubt it's his; the resemblance to himself and Mel is undeniable. Though he will, at his soonest convenience, summon Singed to administer a blood test. He wouldn't put it past Ambessa to swap his heir with a decoy, and smuggle the real deal back to Noxus.

"You're fortunate," Ambessa says, imperiously. "If I were a few hours late, they'd both be dead."  

And she slants her glance towards the tank where Mel stays motionless, floating like a sea witch under a spell. The tank's contents, she explains, are a breathable vapor from the Shadow Isles; just being submerged within it is enough to neutralize most of the patient's inflammation and endotoxin. Since it's classified as a controlled substance outside of Noxus, Ambessa had it brought all the way over in that huge airship moored nearby. 

"You expected this to happen," Silco says, accusingly. 

"Childbirth is fraught with danger. A battlefield, some might call it." Ambessa lays a hand, contemplatively, upon the tank holding Mel. "And the Medarda women have a history of fighting the bloodiest campaigns of all." 

She tips a nod to her doctors. Obeying, they drain the tank of its solution. As it flushes out through the grates set near the bottom, Mel sinks in tandem, like a puppet cut from marionette strings, still clad in that lacy shroud.

If she really is healing as promised, then it certainly can't be seen on her wan, unconscious features. 

Silco moves closer. Before he's able to pull her up, Ambessa leans over and does it herself, lifting Mel bodily out of the empty vat and laying her on the bed.

To her credit, the older woman's touch is careful. Almost tender. 

"She will heal now," she says. "Though it may take several weeks. Keep the babe close to her, so she knows it survived." Here, she flicks a near-pitying glance at the bundle nestled against Silco's chest, then at Mel. "And heed my advice. Don't expect any future whelps after this." She raps the glass tank with her gauntlet, once. "Even this vapor can't save a lost cause." 

Silco's bad eye smolders. He says nothing.  

"Also keep your harridan Head Wife well away," Ambessa continues, nodding to Sevika looming in the doorway. "Mel will need every bit of peace and quiet for the weeks ahead. Not a jot of stress. My guards will be posted at all entrances; any attempts at aggression, even of the verbal variety, will result in ejection from the premises." 

Sevika glowers, taking issue with being addressed as Silco's 'Head Wife' but otherwise holding her tongue. Her stance, however, radiates just how badly she wants to deck the Noxian matriarch across her sneering mug. 

For Silco's part, he says nothing. Nothing about the absurdity of Noxians crawling all over his property, or the ridiculousness of Ambessa giving orders while under his roof, or his newborn being brought into the world via forceps, as if to foreshadow the bloody conflict she'll soon inherit. 

No. All that matters is Mel's safe delivery. The rest is a bridge to be crossed later.

And they've got their whole lives for that, don't they? 

And so, all he does is gently lay the baby girl onto the bedding next to her mother's unconscious form. His gaze never leaves Mel, who slumbers so peacefully that it could almost pass for death. 

"You have my thanks," he says, without looking at Ambessa. "And my utmost gratitude."

There's no inflection, but nor does it seem obligatory politeness. 

Ambessa takes it as victory. Her grin shows teeth. 

"No thanks required, Eye of Zaun." Ambessa lays a possessive palm over the baby, as though asserting her own ownership. The touch is gone after half a second, but her meaning is clear enough. "But you will repay me this favor, in due time. Never doubt that." 

"Get out," is all Silco answers, weary of the games and gambits. "Before I decide the debt's been repaid in kind already." 

And Ambessa, cognizant of when she's overstayed her welcome, nods.

Gesturing to her guards, she takes leave — sweeping imperiously past him, trailing expensive perfume, bloodlust and a palpable sense of wickedness, which will remain until well after she's back aboard her grotesque warship and setting sail out of sight. 

Once Silco hears her party exiting belowstairs, he finally exhales the breath he didn't realize he was holding.

With steady fingers, he touches Mel's pulse. Her heartbeat is strong, thudding against his fingertips. As he smooths the curls from her clammy forehead, a soft sigh escapes her. One arm slides reflexively around their child, cradling the baby as naturally as if she'd been awake all this time. 

Sevika, watching them in silence, finally ventures: 

"Congratulations, sir. At least you know the kid's inherited your lucky streak." Seeing Silco's bridling lip, she elaborates: "Dodging death." 

Silco, looking over at Mel and the sleeping baby, smiles a smile that isn't wry, or bitter, or, for once, tinged with rage.  

"I suspect," he says, pulling up a seat at Mel's bedside, "she'll inherit a great deal more than that."  

Sevika, conceding with a grim nod, and takes her leave.

Alone, Silco doesn't break the stillness except to gently caress his daughter's cheek. He stands guard over his two treasures — alert, protective — until sunrise starts filtering in through the windows. 

Then, naturally, Jinx gets wind of her brand-new sibling and sets off a whole fusillade of fireworks to wake up both cities and chase sleep right the hell away. 

But that, again, is a story for another day... 

[rcaptivated]

The way RC has been handling the security situation has really affected my trust in them, to the point where I'm reconsidering spending my own money on the app. Using something as important as the UID as a code to add friends was a huge mistake from the start, especially since one of its main functions is as a login method—something the hackers figured out. This lack of foresight is concerning, and it makes me wonder whether they didn’t realize the risk, or if the update was already delayed for so long that they rushed it out.

The hacked accounts were talked about for days on Telegram, yet it took so long for RC to officially acknowledge the security issue for players who were unaware or don’t use Telegram. Every day they didn’t put out an official statement put players at risk.

Reddit and Telegram were full of card swaps between players, with many not knowing that every time they gave someone their UID, they were at risk of having their accounts compromised, cards broken, slots deleted, and accounts stolen. I don’t even want to get into how the main sub moderators were deleting comments about it.

The security update was just another example of poor foresight from the company. If a hacker gained access to an account after the update, before the original user, they could easily block the original user from accessing their own account. Now what? The update only protects people whose accounts haven’t been stolen, not those who already have been. Their accounts are probably already sold to someone else, meaning all their time, effort, and money is gone. After the breach, what kind of support were affected users receiving? If the company failed to protect their users during the incident, it’s equally concerning if they didn’t provide the necessary assistance to victims afterward. Whether it’s restoring compromised accounts, offering compensation, or simply offering reassurance, it’s crucial for users to feel supported

If hackers managed to steal accounts once, they’ll likely look for another way. It’s just a matter of time.

[1997starcandy]

jfk x jackie one-shots!

noticed that many of you on here wanted more jfk x jackie fics and i did too and so i waited but got a little impatient and thought, why not write some myself!!! anyway, i’ve never done this before and tried my best to stay true to history and their real-life counterparts. i hope i don’t disappoint and most of these were, unfortunately, quite rushed and messy with minimal proof so i apologize in advance :(((

“miss bouvier?” a young assistant, barely out of college, held out an envelope with a sheepish smile. “a man in a suit dropped this off for you. he said it was important.”

jackie thanked her before taking the envelope and watching her disappear down the hall. what was it now? she thought, trying to breathe through the headache pounding behindher eyes.

she’d been late - the cab she’d rushed to catch broke down halfway, and by th time she arrived at the office, she was already behind on a deadline. even the typewriter seemed determined to conspire against her, jamming so often she’d nearly tossed it out the window. by two o’ clock, her blouse had wrinkled and had been stained with blotches of coffee. really, she’d had half a mind to cancel the whole afternoon, but just when she thought she might’ve been at wit’s end, she recognized the scrawl across the front of the telegram.

AM TRYING TO GET THROUGH A REPORT, BUT YOU, JACQUELINE, HAVE ME SO DISTRACTED I’VE HARDLY GOT THE FAINTEST CLUE WHAT I’M READING. IF THE COUNTRY FALLS APART, IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT.

IT’S MUCH TOO DULL COUNTING DOWN THE MINUTES. PLEASE HURRY AND RELIEVE THIS POOR SENATOR OF HIS AGONY.

JACK

she leaned back in her chair and read it again, unable to suppress the smile that followed. trust jack to send something that, despite being equal parts ridiculous and endearing, was exactly what she needed. 

whatever else the day had in store, she’d learn to manage it somehow. and if she couldn’t, well, she supposed jack could shoulder the blame this time. 

the car was too fast for jackie’s liking, but she didn’t mind. 

jack had picked her up outside her office shortly after four, his car parked half a block away, engine idling, as if he hadn’t wanted to attract too much attention. 

“i thought you and i could use an escape for a while,” he said, his mouth curling into a half-smile once she’d settled into her seat.

an escape, she mused quietly - but he didn’t need to explain. by that point, jackie had learned that jack kennedy never really asked. he suggested, he beckoned, and people followed. 

the air carried the chill of autumn, though the sun was still warm enough to glid everything it touched. her scarf fluttered against her cheek as the wind rushed past, and she reached up to hold it in place. a new hermès - navy and gold, bought impulsively, the colors complementing the neat suit she’d worn to work that morning.

jack reached over, his fingers brushing lightly against her cheek as he tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. his touch lingered there for just a moment, soft and purposeful. “you’re not nervous, are you?” he asked, his tone light but probing. 

“of course not,” she said, though hemr own fingers betrayed her, curling tightly around the edge of her seat. 

he laughed then, the kind that felt like it wasn’t mean to disarm you but did anyway. “good. because there’s no going slow in this life, jackie. not if you want to get anywhere worth going.”

she studied his profile for a moment - sharp, assured, touched by the glow of the setting sun. he had a recklessness to him, but it was oddly measured and thoughtful in a way that came from someone who knew exactly how far he could push before the world would bend to meet him. 

“where are we going, then?” she asked, trying to match his nonchalance while ignoring the thrill seeping in. 

“you’ll see.”

she wanted to tell him she was already there - that sitting next to him felt like the kind of adventure she’d spent her life waiting for. but she didn’t. maybe another time. instead, she leaned back and loosened her grip on the seat until her hands were flying around the fabric of his suit, laughing as she mentioned something about him needing to work on his style - and him brushing off the comment with a casual flick of his finger at his collar - before adjusting the pearl clip that held her hair in place and letting the wind tangle through the strands as the car surged forward, its force as electric as the man driving it.

meeting the kennedys was like stepping into another world - a loud, chaotic, and impossibly magnetic one. jack’s siblings filled the house with noise and energy, while jackie was still trying to get her bearings when they were all ushered to ethe dinner table. 

before they sat down, jack said to jackie with a grin, “they’re like sharks. if they sense weakness, you’re chum.” 

“thanks, jack. very reassuring.” 

she smoothed her dress and straightened up, glancing at him. “do you think ‘sweet jackie’ could perfect this? oh, i never thought about it that way! my, mrs. kennedy, what lovely china! is that limoges?” 

jack snorted and leaned in, just a bit - “what about ‘just jackie’?” came his suggestion. 

she smiled and relaxed. “i like that.” 

everyone took their seats, and for a while, jackie let their conversation stack all up on one another. it wasn’t long before bobby leaned over, his grin conspiratorial. “so, jackie,” he said, loud enough to draw the room’s attention, “how do you put up with my brother?” 

‘just jackie’ didn’t miss a beat. “selective hearing,” she said lightly, raising her glass fora sip of her cocktail, “and a lot of prayer.” 

the table erupted into laughter, even jack, who was shaking his head. “you’ll fit in just fine,” he murmured to her afterwards, reaching under the table to briefly squeeze her hand.

jack had asked jackie to be his date to eisenhower’s inaugural ball, and she found herself accepting surprisingly quickly. how could she reject an evening spent in jack’s company? it was hard to say no to him, but of course, she’d never let him know that. 

when she stepped into the main rolm, she noticed jack’s eyes on her immediately. he was standing by the door, looking impossibly calm for someone who had been waiting pins and needles for her to show up. his expression didn’t betray him - his hands were tucked casually in his pockets, his shoulders relaxed - but the moment she began walking towards him, he softened just the slightest, and she wondered if he was even seeing anyone else.

“christ, jackie…”

she couldn’t help smiling, tilting her head just enough to flatter him. “good or bad?”

“good. good,” he said quickly. “it’s just you.”

she slid her arm through his and followed his steps. “well, don’t let the rest of the room think it’s just me.”

“never. you always did that part yourself.”

they wove through the crowd for a while, exchanging nods and polite greetings. at one point, jackie felt slightly overwhelmed by all the formality - and wondered how people like jack could do this forever and not lose the will to live - but jack’s proximity had a way of keeping her grounded. eventually, they ended up in the ballroom, where the orchestra struck up a waltz that seemed far more elegant than either of them. still, they tried. jack wasn’t the most graceful dancer - his movements were a bit stiff, his rhythm half a step off - but jackie didn’t care the slightest. in fact, she found herself laughing as he spun her a little too quickly, sending her off balance and nearly collidin g with another couple.

“jack!” she gasped, clutching his shoulder to steady herself. “if you do that again, you might ruin my shoes.”

“don’t worry,” he said, his grin unrepentant. “i’ve no problem buying you new ones.”

“oh, aren’t you presumptuous…” she teased. 

“no. actually, i might ruin a lot of things for you, jackie - shoes, plans, maybe even a heart or two. but i promise, i’ll always replace them with something better.”

she wasn’t entirely sure what he meant, but the way he said it eased her enough that she didn’t feel compelled to pick it apart. 

as the night wore on and the crowd thinned, jack and jackie slipped away to a quieter, more secluded corner near a marble column. he loosened his bowtie, his fingers tugging at it until it hung undone around his collar. he leaned back, his energy simmering but still jack - not the senator, not the kennedy, just the man who, when he was with her, gave her all his time and attention. 

“did you have fun?” 

“i did,” she said, walking over beside him, and she doesn’t think she’d ever meant anything more.

he turned towards her slightly. “jackie.”

“yes?”

“would it be presumptuous of me if i kissed you?”

she hesitated for just a moment. then, tilting her chin up ever so slightly - “extremely.”

he kissed her then, his hand brushing lightly against her cheek. his lips were warm and firm but not insistent, the scent of him - cologne and the faintest hint of smoke - leaving jackie spellbound. his touch was steady, his thumb grazing her jaw, and when he finally pulled back, she found herself breathless, her hands on the lapel of his jacket, her heart racing in a way she had both fully expected and yet completely failed to prepare for.

“i told you id ruin something.”

she laughed softly, shaking her head. “and what do you plan on replacing it with?”

“guess you’ll have to stick around and find out.”

and against all better judgment, she knew she would.

mr. kennedy had orchestrated every detail to perfection, but none of the grandeur mattered - not the flowers arranged just so, not the orchestra playing as though the fate of western civilization rested on their tempo, not the battalion of photographers angling for posterity - because all she could see was jack. after the ceremony, the newlyweds stepped out of the cathedral into a sunlight so fierce that it felt as thoughthe heavens had chosen to celebrate alongside everyone else. the crowd roared, the church bells clanged, but for the life of her, she couldn’t summon the usual concern over how they looked or what anyone thought. she was just happy, and that felt sufficient. 

the cake towered like something out of a fairy tale - four feet tall, each tier wrapped in ornate, sugary icing that looked more like embroidery and seemed too delicate to cut. but tradition waits for no art, and cut it they did, jack’s hand covering jackie’s gloved one as they worked the knife through the first layer. everyone gathered around the table broke into applause, followed by a cacophony of laughter when jack smeared the faintest dab of frosting on jackie’s wrist before brushing it off with a chaste kiss. next came the toasts - kind words from family and friends, some touching, others ribbing. jack gave a toast of his own, standing tall and proud with a glass in hand as he thanked everyone for sharing in “the happiest day of his life.” 

the remainder of september 12 felt like a dream, the kind you never want to wake from. a s the hours passed and the crowd began to thin, the music softened into a light refrain. 

~

the newlyweds retreated at last, their laughter echoing throughout the long, quiet hallway leading to their suite. 

“do you think they’ll notice we’re gone?” jackie asked, glancing over her shoulder as if expecting someone to be hot on their heels, ready to report their escape. 

“let them. they’ve had enough of us for one day.” 

shelaughed, leaning slightly into him as they continued walking, though she could hardly take another step with the puff of her dress weighing her down. “jack, this feels like sneaking out of school.” 

“if we’re caught, i’ll just say my wife made me do it.” 

when they reached the door, jack pushed it open and stepped aside to let her in first. “mrs. kennedy, your palace awaits.” 

she wasted no time in kicking off her shoes, the sound of them hitting the floor strangely satisfying after such an exhausting yet exhilarating day. “if i don’t lie down right now, i might collapse,” she said, sinking onto the edge of the bed with a dramatic sigh. 

jack closed the door, his tie askew and his hair slightly wild now, looking less like the polished groom from earlier and more like the jack she knew best. 

“tired already?”

“you should try spending hours in this dress. it’s a miracle i haven’t fainted.” 

“do you want me to call someone to carry you to bed? a secret service agent, perhaps?”

she rolled her eyes. “very funny.” 

“let me help you get comfortable.” he deftly began undoing the buttons of her dress, each one coming undone as the dress slid off her shoulders and pooled around her feet, leaving her in her slip. 

“comfortable yet?”

“not quite…” 

he kneeled down in front of her, his fingers grazing her ankle as he began unfastening the clasp of her stocking. he worked slowly, his gaze flickering up to meet hers every so often, as if to test her. 

“you’re taking your time.”

“that’s the idea,” he murmured, moving to her other leg and tracing a light path up her calf before sliding the second stocking off with a slowness that felt all too maddening. when he finished, his hands smoothed up her thighs, pausing at the hem of her slip. “better?” 

“almost.” 

a few heavenly seconds passed, then - “jack?”

“mmm?”

“i love you.” 

the change in him was immediate, as if her words had ignited a fire within him. he slid his hands higher, gripping her waist firmly as he pulled her closer to the edge of the bed. he kissed her deeper, harder, and broke the kiss only long enough to look at her intently, his breath warm against her cheek. “you’re incredible, you know that?” 

he leaned back then, his hands lingering on the straps of her slip. “you don’t need this anymore, do you?” she shook her head as he slid the straps down her shoulders, the silky fabric sliding slowly over her skin. then he worked his way down her body with deliberate care, kneeling between her legs, his hands pressing against her thighs as he loitered sensual kisses to the inside of her knee, trailing higher with each gasp she released. 

“jack,” she whispered. 

“would you like me to stop?”

“never.” she was about to say something else but could no longer find her voice as she was lost in the trance of his hands, his mouth.

“i love you too,” he said softly. “and i… am about to show you just how much.”

he was everywhere this time, his movements raw and desperate, as though he couldn’t hold himself back any longer. her hands found his hair, his back, his shoulders - anything she could reach, really - pulling his bare chest closer to her own as his name fell from her lips.

for a second, her mind drifted. so many people, so much to manage, so many little things she still had to think about - the thank-you notes she’d need to write, the calls to return, the endless appointments, the new life ahead of her that she would share with jack.  

but those thoughts faded as quickly as they came. none of those things mattered, at least not right now. for once, everything else could wait.

[thatdogmagic]

re: this pointless shit again

Well, I'd done pretty good ignoring this as I promised I would, but a third party meddler made that impossible, so here we go.

So, as some of you may know, and some of you may not, pretty much every time I post an update to the website, a trio of stalkers jump on my every word and go on a posting blitz. These are people who very openly just want me ostracized from every community I'm in, at a time when community matters more than anything, and they've proven that they'll invest over a year's worth of time into making that happen.

There are a series of posts about it listed here. I suggest people read Ependa's post especially because she keeps getting ignored in all of this.

I honestly think I took too much of the responsibility for what all happened in the posts that are still up, but it is what it is. I was doing my best to be gracious and diplomatic about it. More's the pity.

Anyway I suppose I should be flattered by the level of effort involved in all of this, but it's still a pain in the ass. I've done my best to ignore it, and was overall managing pretty well, but that was before a third party decided to involve themselves to stir shit and/or score internet points.

In March, after the most recent update and rollout of commission prices, someone kindly reached out to let me know that there was some exclusive werewolf artist telegram group chat going on. Effectively a kind of clubhouse, with a pretty wide range of people in my peer group. The owner followed me, and had gone as far as to send me DMs in the past, but to my knowledge had never extended an invite.

They did, however, extend an invite to one of my stalkers, who, again, for the past full year and change, has been openly calling for me to be publicly ripped apart and ostracized.

This person has not been at all shy about that. The owner nonetheless platformed them for a couple weeks. During that time, they went on near daily rants about me specifically. So far as I've been told, I was pretty much all they could talk about, before they dropped out of the chat on their own accord.

I can't say that the owner was intentionally drama-mongering or not, but it doesn't really matter, at this point. I have a hard time imagining that they didn't know this was going on, however, and have blocked accordingly.

Now, as I said, there was only one person that reached out, and I'm grateful they did. But it is only one out of 70+ individuals, which doesn't feel great. I mean, this is the same community of peers for whom I'm trying to build an entire website. Which was already a lot of work with a lot of uncertainty. Now, suddenly, it was more of both.

I'm bringing this up because, even before all this, uncertainty was a daily issue I had to grapple with regarding this issue. This situation has made me feel like I have to keep track of every moot on a near-daily basis to make sure they haven't suddenly unfollowed. It's made me have to assume every unfollow in my peer group is due to someone buying into the drama.

Some of you have caught mutes or blocks that may have been undeserved as a result. I'm sorry about that; I'm just not interested in taking chances with this, and I don't want someone who may fully believe all the nonsense to have access to me on sites I want to post on comfortably, among friends.

In addition to having to keep all that in mind, I also just generally have to brace for the fact that, every single time I post a site update, I'm in for another round of bloviating. Which isn't fun, but it's decidedly less fun when I have to care about a) any of it, at all, in any capacity, b) how intense it is this time around, c) who fell for it.

It was a lot to keep in mind already. On top of all the actual work involved. It made writing and coding all of these updates even more of a chore, which is arguably the point of the harassment campaign , but, I digress.

So, needless to say, hearing about this, that this was not only allowed, but that people more or less sat passively by...

My motivation was already on shaky ground. And I'm not too proud to say that this effectively killed it.

It's not that I think all the folks in the group chat are awful; I think many of you just plain wanted to stay out of it, which, for the record, I appreciate. But, things being the way they are currently, you unfortunately now represent a level of uncertainty that is way too much for me to take on.

That is to say: I would rather not have to care about unfollows, at all. I would rather not have to care about whether or not someone believes the bullshit. I need to stop caring about it, period. I need as few reasons to care about it as possible, which means shedding a couple-few of them where I can.

So-- for my own sake, I'm stepping away from the idea of this being a larger community site. It's instead going to focus on folks that Angela and I already trust and have worked well with in the past, including alums from the original Werewolves Versus run.

Like I said: I already can't tell the difference between someone who just wants to stay out of it, and someone bought in to all the bullshit. I can't tell the difference between an unfollow for 'eh too much porn these days' reasons, and 'I fully believe she's a ~horrible transphobic rot~ on this earth and should be fully ostracized from the community' reasons.

It's all been a little too 'high school but super high stakes' for me. And in the year 2025, I have to admit to myself that I just don't have the energy for it. Not with fash breathing down our necks every day of the week. Quite literally on the day I've been drafting this, my state governor had to release a statement about how the Feds are threatening to arrest him.

That's the very real uncertainty we're up against right now. Adding 'now regularly give a shit about the fallout of some petty internet drama' on top of it is too much to ask.

We'll leave ourselves open to bringing in additional creators as time goes on, but yeah, the grand vision for the place needs to be set aside in favor of something more manageable. 'Cause, end of the day, I only ever wanted to work on my own shit, and facilitate others being able to work on theirs. The community thing was just a lofty idea tacked on, and it's one that'd be better off being left behind so I can focus on the actual work, and not the popularity contest.

The good news is we're still going to be a small collective of werewolf artists. We're still going to go through with our general mission statement. But our roster is primarily going to be more made up of people we already know, trust, interact with regularly, etc, versus the goal of building up a mod/volunteer team, and eventually taking applications for galleries from the community at large. Someone else with the time, energy and money can take up that task.

And speaking of: now that I've stepped away, as my stalkers were clearly hoping I would, I hope the people in their lives and in their friend circles tell them it's okay to move on to actual projects now. To put all this effort into their own community sites and studios (that are completely real and attached to completely real LLCs). They've got all this energy freed up now, so they should be able to do great things with it, I'm sure.

To anyone who might have gotten their hopes up about what this site could've been: I'm genuinely sorry.

To everyone else: our audience has been wonderful to us generally, through all of this. Thank you for sticking with us, and for believing in us.

And to the hate watchers: stay mad I guess. It's your life, do with it what you want.

[kinkmanor-too]

When are you coming back?

I am sorry for being away for so long. I needed a creative break from my posting. I found another creative outlet for a while (it rhymes with stick-stock). But that recently took a sour turn for me (I’ll get into that later).

So I think it is time to welcome you and my followers and fans back to the hedonistic delights of Kink Manor. It is time to embrace kink and sexuality and nudism/body celebration & confidence and BDSM fun once again and open the doors of Kink Manor to all the beautiful, sexy, horny folks of Tumblr.

There will be some rules and protocols that I’m going to follow for how I run Kink Manor and how I might potentially interact with you.

1) I post a wide variety of nudity, body types, sexuality & orientation, kinks, etc. I don’t intend that everything is what turns me on but much of it does. Kink Manor is open to, accepting of, celebrates and encourages just about everything. If you don’t like it, keep scrolling. You’ll find something you like. Still don’t like it? Move on and don’t return. I’m not accepting critiques or discussions of content. This is my world and I am The Lord ‘O the Manor and what I say/do is the law. Anger or frustrate me and you’ll be banned.

2) I welcome submissions and I welcome DM conversations. You just might learn something about me or my personal adventures. And I hope to learn about you.

3) However, I will not respond to DM messages that start with “hi” or “hello” or any one word or one short phrase. I have seen EVERY scam and scheme on tumblr and elsewhere. I know your scripts. No…you’ll never get truly personal info from me. No…you’ll never know where I live. No…you’ll never know my real name. No…you’ll never get a true picture of my face (of my naked body or of some of my sex adventures maybe 😈). I do NOT tolerate anyone trying to play a game or run a scam.

3b) No…you’ll never get money from me: DON’T ASK. No…I’m not a submissive or a sissy or anything along those lines. Do not approach me as such. If you are a dominant (female or male) and wish to have a discussion about kink and D/s play, I’ll be happy to talk to you. But don’t try a power play on me. You’ll find out my ultimate power to block you from access to me or Kink Manor.

3c) NO. I will not go to any other platform, WhatsApp, telegram, zangi, Gtalk/Google workspace, FaceTime, whatever to talk with you. If you don’t want to chat on tumblr DM, don’t message me.

3d) No, I’m not going to buy your content. This is pretty simple and straightforward. Please don’t ask. I have absolutely nothing against you trying to earn money (or even a living) as a sex worker and selling pics, videos, and more. If you can make it work, that is great. For me, personally, I can find more than my fill of freely available content. So I will always decline to buy your content.

3e) No, I do not meet up with someone I just met on tumblr. And No, I won’t pay for sex. Tumblr is not a dating or a hook up app. Please don’t use it as such. I’m not looking for anything here other than blogs that have content that either gets me off or that I can use as a post for Kink Manor.

4) You are welcome and encouraged to reblog from Kink Manor. I love that acknowledgement of what I do here. DO NOT REBLOG AND REMOVE MY CAPTION! If you reblog and remove my caption, I will not follow your blog. You’re free to go find some other reblog of the content from someone else’s blog but do not remove my captions.

5) I do not tolerate smoking, vaping, or drug use in my real life and I will not post anything that includes those activities. Also I won’t follow your blog and I may block your blog. I’ve seen too many lives destroyed by those things and I won’t give a voice to them here.

6) You don’t want your content on my blog. That is ok. I totally understand. But be polite. Send me a DM message asking for a post to be removed. Include a link to the post you want removed and I’ll take care of it. Be rude or an asshole about it and it may go a way that you do not intend. Remember this is my world and I will react according to the demeanor of my guests.

All of that being said…

Welcome back to Kink Manor. Take off your clothes, get comfortable, and let your fantasies fly free. I’m thankful for all of you who visit, follow, like, and reblog. 😈🔥🔥

[matrix-fairy]

💫 MATRIX OF DESTINY COURSE

At home, on the go, during a break…

This course is designed to be fully accessible anytime, anywhere. With written materials and guided support, you’ll learn the Matrix of Destiny system step by step — at your own pace.

✔️ We don’t stop at theory.

✔️ You’ll practice through real-life examples, case studies, and hands-on exercises.

✔️ And you’ll never walk alone — every step comes with personalized guidance.

📘 Course Structure

• The course will be delivered entirely through written content.

• All materials will be provided as PDFs, explanatory texts, and visual guides.

• Each topic will be explained step by step in a clear and simple language.

• At the end of each section, practical mini-assignments will help reinforce your understanding.

• Each participant will receive individual attention. You will get personalized feedback and guidance throughout your learning journey.

• Communication with participants will take place via Telegram, and all questions will be answered in writing.

• Periodic checklists and supporting materials will be shared to help track your progress.

• By the end of the course, you are expected to have the knowledge and practice needed to fully analyze a Matrix from start to finish.

• To support this goal, a final project will be required: you’ll conduct a full Matrix analysis based on a selected birth date.

• The course is conducted exclusively via Telegram — no additional apps or platforms are necessary.

• You will have lifetime access to all materials. You can revisit and review the content anytime you wish.

During the course, you will learn to:

• Understand what the Matrix system is, its origins, and how it works

• Explore the meaning of the 22 energies and their roots in Tarot, numerology, and esoteric systems

• Convert numbers into energy and reduce values above 22 using the Matrix logic

• Analyze a person’s innate talents and spiritual potential

• Discover past-life karmic debts and how to resolve them

• Identify the root causes of current life challenges

• Decode how someone interacts with society and their environment through energy patterns

• Spot financial blocks and unlock abundance potential

• Analyze recurring relationship patterns and karmic ties

• Understand soulmate energy and how to identify compatible partners

• Determine ideal career paths based on energetic signatures

• Interpret ancestral karmas from both maternal and paternal lineages

• Examine inherited emotional patterns and family cycles

• Dive deep into the positive and negative traits of all 22 energies

• Apply behavioral tools to balance each energy

• Distinguish between personal, generational, and daily karma

• Recognize karmic patterns in parent–child and partner dynamics

• Calculate your 1st, 2nd, 3rd, and 4th life purposes and what ages they influence

• Align with your life path, social role, and soul-level contribution

• Understand 10-year energetic cycles and how they shape transformation

• Track 5-year rhythms that support change and realignment

• Calculate your yearly Matrix and read the energetic tone of the year

• Track month-by-month and day-by-day energetic influences

• Prepare for crisis years and major turning points

• Check energy suitability for events like marriage, separation, or new beginnings

• Analyze money flow, career direction, and earning potential

• Work on wealth expansion by unlocking supportive energies

• Build your personal health matrix and assess energetic blocks in the body

• Map Matrix points to chakra imbalances and spiritual wellbeing

• Read your own chakra-energy alignment through Matrix calculation

• Learn how to read a full Matrix from start to finish

• Recognize patterns, number repeats, and symbolic codes in the chart

• Follow a structured sequence for client consultations and readings

• Practice with example Matrix analyses for better fluency

• Study real-life case studies and practice live interpretations

• Conduct a full analysis of your own Matrix for inner healing and clarity

• Reinforce your knowledge through weekly practical assignments

• Receive one-on-one feedback and ask personalized questions to your mentor

DM or mail me matrixkaderharitasi@gmail.com to learn more!

[mx-mania-mischief]

Had the unfortunate experience of talking to a user on here who started asking about underage sex. At first, I thought maybe he meant in a role-playing way... but then he asked me if I had any kids he could.... yeah... Seriously creepy. Major ick. He's definitely an abuser using kink to hide his illness.

He wanted to sext over Session rather than Telegram (my safe app). His reasons were suspicious. He kept saying he wanted his number hidden. Which is fine, I guess, but something was off. Our kinks seemed compatible (he made them compatible, I guess). We shifted to Session, and he hit me with all those disturbing demands... but only after we had sexted a decent amount. He built up my comfort levels, and I was deep in subspace so I was very vulnerable. Engaging with the sexting initially made me feel complicit in the non-consensual messages. I didn't respond. I ended the chat.

They always say, "Don't let them take you to another location." I didn't think of that in the digital space before (beside not giving out my number.) When I returned to Tumblr to block and report him, he had deleted his account. He took me to another location before removing every trace of himself on the app I could report him on. It was clever. And deeply disturbing.

There was another time I spoke to a Dom on here and we explored CNC and trauma. We discussed what we were going to do in depth before we played. I thought I was safe. He asked me about what made me into the slut I am - referring to my past traumas. Again, I was deep in subspace. This came as a shock and wasn't what we discussed. But, unsure what to do, I played along. I told him my trauma. He asked me questions. Questions about how I deserved it and that I should get off on it. I know this is a kink, and I thought I could handle it with him. And then all of a sudden he said he felt sorry for me having gone through suck terrible things and becoming so broken because of it. And then he disappeared. No after care. He just left me in subspace, ashamed, vulnerable, without bringing me back to reality like we discussed. It was humiliating. I was launched into the worst sub drop and stayed in bed for days after.

I've had my fair share of fake Doms and abusers over the years. Men on Fet Life were always my downfall before I knew how to vet people properly. I was overexcited to engage in kink and ignored red flags. I didn't know how much of a gift my submission was.

It's tough playing the game on here sometimes (same story on Fet Life). Predators can easily hide behind BDSM and taboo play. Especially when you're doing harder kinks/cnc etc. It's easy to role-play an abuser when you are one in real life.

I learned to do the following things in my real-life kink journey:

1. Vet them properly. Meet them in a public space first. Somewhere with other people around. Have some friends know of your live location throughout.

2. Ask for references. Contact their other play partners or someone in the community that can vouch for them.

3. See if they attend kink events and if they're known on the scene. Who knows them? Do they behave well at events? Are they banned from any events?

4. Insist on communicating hard limits and boundaries before any sort of play commences. Make them repeat back to you what your limits are and what you like and don't like. Make them send a written message that they won't share your photos/videos.

5. You have every right to end a conversation at any time. If they start guilt-tripping you or pressuring you, it's a major red flag. You owe them nothing.

6. Safe words are mandatory. Fuck the 'Doms' that think they aren't. They're not real Doms.

Be safe out there, kinksters. You all deserve a positive kink experience.

[lorynna]

I'm tired Griffin, stop lying.

stop lying about me "doxxing everyone", stop acting as if I'm much older than Mauve and a creepy older "mentor" that exploited her for "stepping out of line" when what she did was leaking people's real names, telegram handles & someone's personality disorder because she was resentful after being removed from a private groupchat for spam posting.

I spoke about the whole matter here before. A summary of the drama if anyone needs it.

you're a 25 year old grown woman. you're a few!! years older than me. it's not my fault you didn't know how Kofi works and took it down. the responsibility to inform yourself is on you. it's impressive how every one of your fuck up's is miraculously always another person's fault.

what about when you accused a 4b feminist of being a man just... 2 days ago? you accused that woman without ANY proper evidence just to later retrace with the statement "sorry gyns but hey, I used the word "APPARENTLY" when I claimed she was a man". after this public apology you went to the DMs of the person who provided you with the claim of them being a man, asking her to dig up more incriminating info on that woman you tried to smear. (... since yk, her being a man was already something you had to take back but somehow, you didn't want to be done with her and asked for MORE bad looks....bc how dare an asian woman criticize Terf-Chan.)

you know, this person came to me with the same evidence a few days before you and know what I told them? "I don't think this is enough evidence. It's weird, because I have heard these claims being made two or three separate times before but what you sent me doesn't warrant a callout. callouts have a purpose and even if I did make one for this, what changes? if this person is a man using the 4b label, okay that sucks, but ultimately what's the goal?" that's what happened.

you know what you and 12thwaver (aka tmblrplsdonutbanme) did? you ran with that "evidence" the second you received it. then later, turned around, apologized publicly and privately BLAMED the girl in DMs for not fact checking when it was YOUR RESPONSIBILITY to do so before roaring it around as the ultimate truth.

Also - back to your Kofi, Griffin! I didn't tell people to doxx you or told them "jUsT dOnaTe 5 dOolLars sO yoU caN seE hEr iNfo" like you try to paint it. I only brought it up, because you were whining about how you're so scared of me knowing your personal information, again accusing me of intended doxxing and I told you "hey, you do realize every one of your donaters can see that right?" you say you would have wanted me to let you know quietly, I couldn't have if I wanted to. I'm blocked.

I also didn't mock you for having IBS. didn't even know you had that.

and yes, I'm going to call everyone delusional for lying about shit they weren't ever involved in. pull the victim card again and again and twist what I said and why I said it, be my fucking guest.

you never wanted to move on from this drama. you continued to post about me, endorsing hateful LYING anons and teaming up against me with your new found FRIEND 12thwaver (tmblrplsdonutbanme) who (and yes it's my fault that I believed them back when they were still my friend, I publicly and privately apologized about this to you, Griffin) told me and another friend that you, Griffin are just a lazy bum that doesn't want to work.

and no, she didn't say that as a joke. she said stuff like "Griffin just wants to relax and not work", "she told me to send her money or she'd throw up". this is NOT a joke. a few days ago I went to her, 12thwaver (tmblrplsdonutbanme) and talked to her about it. I asked her, "either you lied about Griffin being a scammer & I wonder why you did that OR you did not lie and Griffin IS a scammer and people continue to send money there, what is it?" and she tried to gaslight me too, saying it's all "just an obvious joke". like, you can see those screenshots i released and obviously, as you can see, that as a consequence of this, me and that friend she also told this to, obviously believed it.

it was an incredibly manipulative conversation with 12thwaver where she asked "where did I call her lazy?" and I told her "you don't need to use the word per se, to describe what being lazy is. you said she" just doesn't want to work" which 12thwaver then doubled down on saying "yeah, so what? she doesn't, her boss is abusive! what's wrong with begging? so you're saying what I said LED you to believe that she's a lazy scammer?"

and i said: you said, she just "wants to relax and doesn't want to work" this translates to "she's scamming people for money" how do you not understand words when you are using them?

that's essentially the entire conversation. you can not tell me shit that she tried so hard to save her ass there. I don't know why she lied. I don't know why she couldn't own up to being severely intellectually dishonest here.

I am so done with both of your shit. All you have done over the course of the past few days is to drag SEVERAL people through the mud. You have damaged several people's reputation and you have blatantly, blatantly fucking lied.

and i'm so angry that you have my personal information. I just hope that you at least have the spine to not leak my face or name or whatever else you have of me.

then, I finally had a breakdown and I wanted to take a break from tumblr. immediately 12thwaver posted poorly censored hate anons with my lorynna name on them to their profile saying "people stawppp... i still care about her.... even if she doesn't care about me.... even though she lied...." you cannot make this shit up.

Griffin, you continue to stomp on people's feet and you are mad when they... don't stay silent? Own the fuck up for your own actions. YOU jumped into this drama acting like you were involved. You escalated it tremendously. Take a fucking break, we all deserve it.

[kyra45]

To explain how crazysjoji is a scammer, it’s because they originally used that pfp on a now deactivated account where they was going around asking people for money for a funeral but specifically targeted someone who had donated to immariaanszz. The deactivated account was called imjoaaanofficialw.

Does that pfp look familiar? It’s the same one used by crazysjoji meaning they had to already have that image saved for some reason. As for immariaanszz, it was an account who had a post up claiming to be Palestine and talked about how poor the conditions were alongside saying her father had been missing for some time yet all the images she posted were ones she was taking off Facebook. immariaanszz was messaging people asking for money on the spot claiming her friend ‘Joanne Macalam’ was helping her get money.

The issue was the friend had already been seen helping a previous scammer who got called out for stealing images and had also backdated posts to look like an old account. That account was fairyfungirl. Who also got defensive when evidence showed she had been lying to users and had been harassing them for money even when told no. She also targeted me personally and made a blog specifically to try and say I’m a scammer (dedicatedtokyra) even though I was not the original person to call her out for stealing images.

When someone confronted imjoaaanofficialw about immariaanszz asking for proof that immariaanszz was legitimate, imjoaaanofficialw got defensive instead and blocked the user who had already been scammed. Which is funny considering she messaged them first wanting more money for a funeral and would have only known about them if she had interacted with them once before. Regardless, she was adamant that she was just a victim of immariaanszz who just took advantage of her kindness and therefore she was going to block them because they were reasonably angry while claiming she had talked to Marina on Telegram.

In more recent times, the account called samitsposts contacted someone and got them to make a fundraising post for her saying she was in Palestine and tumblr keeps removing her accounts for no reason. She had sent them an ask requesting them to message her privately (An ask she had sent someone else before). Thankfully the user found out the link to past scams and refunded the money sent to the original donators.

However, this makes it seem like Marina is now trying to get other people in trouble and have them get the money so there wouldn’t be a direct link to the ‘friend’ account which is likely her own. She’s just pretending that the ‘friend’ is someone else.

crazysjoji also messaged someone asking them to make a fundraising post for her claiming her name is Mirah (or that her friend needing help is Mirah it’s not really clear since she yelled at a friend claiming she’s just helping someone who had asked for help). What makes this name peculiar is that it’s seen as part of these removed accounts:

samirahssbs | samirahsdb | asamirahsbd | smiirahsaabee | smiiraahsabbee

The images sent to prove she’s legitimate were images that are from other sources. For example, one of the tent pics is taken off someone else’s Facebook page and isn’t an image she took by herself. It’s an image she’s stolen and is trying to pass off as her own. The story she gives about a father being missing is the same one that was used by immariaanszz originally.

crazysjoji has chances to come clean regarding the situation, but instead they won’t. They’ve changed the dates of their very few posts to make their account look old but it was likely only made one day ago as of this post. Further proving they are being deceptive and not entirely truthful as you don’t ‘accidentally’ backdate posts. And if her and Mirah are two different people, it’s still a scam because Mirah is using the same tactic she’s used on other accounts and crazysjoji continues to allow the scam to go on.

Also immariaanszz (the original scam account) blocks actual Palestinian bloggers from any new accounts she makes. Mainly those who verify the validity of someone who is claiming to be in Palestine.

This has been a long post, but feel free to come to your own conclusions. Don’t harass crazysjoji, just move on and take caution. If they message you wanting you to fundraise for them, don’t do it. Do not contact them if they send you an ask requesting private answers. Do not send money to anyone claiming their fundraising for ‘Mirah’ who’s in Palestine with a father missing for months. If you did, please ask for a refund and donate to a verified charity or source.

[mariacallous]

It’s no secret that homophobia has become official state policy in Russia. Last November, the country’s Supreme Court banned the nonexistent “international LGBT movement” as an “extremist organization.” Police conduct raids on LGBTQ+ clubs and same-sex couples face jail time for kissing or holding hands in public. Of course, countless queer people have no choice but to live in this new reality, and some of them even hold official positions. The independent media outlet Holod spoke with a gay man who has worked in government for over six years to understand why he continues to collaborate with a state that believes he shouldn’t exist. Meduza shares a translation of his story.

Not long ago, I was blackmailed.

I’d posted a profile on a private gay dating board on Telegram — without a picture of my face, of course. Some guy messaged me. I sent him a disappearing photo of my face in a secret chat. He sent one back. I sent him a picture of my penis. He sent one back.

You can’t take a screenshot in a secret chat, but you can always photograph the screen with another phone. That’s what they did. Then they found my page on VKontakte, where my work is listed in my profile, and messaged me directly: “Send 5,000 rubles [$58], or we’ll send pictures of the chat to your workplace.”

I deleted the chat and blocked the sender. Nothing came of it. It wasn’t the first time something like this had happened, so I was relatively calm. But the first time I was blackmailed — when they threatened to tell my mother that I “take it up the ass” — it really shook me up. I couldn't bring myself to go outside for a long time.

I’ve been working in public service for over six years, and before that, my job was also connected to government organizations. In my youth, when I decided to dedicate my life to the state, I already knew I was gay. All this time, I’ve been hiding my relationships with men from my employers. If I go on vacation, I tell my colleagues I'm going with a girlfriend to avoid unnecessary questions.

‘You can’t escape politics’

I went into public service for idealistic reasons: I hoped that in this job, I could do something good. I wanted to fulfill my potential and have an influence on the decisions that were being made. Of course, none of that happened. But at least I, someone without any connections and from a completely ordinary family, achieved what many is the ultimate dream: I built a successful career as a public servant and earn a decent salary. I worked, and still work, in mid-level positions in departments that deal with urban management.

I thought that in the executive branch, I could escape from politics. If, for example, you’re involved in city road repairs, your work doesn’t depend much on whether Putin or Yeltsin is president.

But it turned out, of course, that you can’t escape politics. We’re not forced to engage in pro-war propaganda on social media or put the letter Z on our profile pictures. Our higher-ups are reasonable. But it’s everywhere around us. Recently, I went out to lunch at a cafe, and there was an official who I know is gay, sitting with a young guy. The guy was wearing Balenciaga sneakers, and the official had a jacket with a huge Z pin on the lapel.

‘They never had freedom to begin with’

I have many gay acquaintances who work in government agencies. Sometimes you go to a gay club and see a colleague there. Then you meet them in a work setting, and they act like nothing happened. I’ve noticed that among government officials, it’s often the gay ones who bust their asses to support the war. I see it, and it disgusts me.

There are even federal politicians among my gay acquaintances. Over the past few years, I’ve often asked them how they put up with state-level homophobia and why they stay in their positions. I asked one of my friends, and he replied: “What do you mean? Nothing’s changed.” And I think: “Well of course, you and your boyfriend still go on vacation just like you used to. The fact that gay clubs are closed [doesn’t matter] because you never went there in the first place. You don’t feel all these restrictions because first of all, you’re private people and second, you’re privileged.”

Many gay Russian officials and politicians are married with kids, but they fuck young guys. But they don’t consider themselves gay — just men who occasionally have sex with other men. And since they don’t see themselves as gay, they feel that homophobic laws don’t apply to them. So maybe this extreme zeal and obsession among government employees with promoting homophobic values is actually the behavior of people who haven’t fully come to terms with their own orientation.

Officials are people who already live with a huge number of restrictions. They live by these restrictions. For example, I, like everyone else, regularly submit not only income declarations but also reports on all my social media. And I haven’t posted anything for a long time; I can only share the view from the window or a beautiful sunset because God forbid something happens.

And it seems to me that this is why gays in government don’t see all these homophobic bans as a problem. Nothing has been taken from them because they never had any freedom to begin with. An official is a public figure, and homosexuality has always been stigmatized in our homophobic country. You couldn’t be an openly gay person in government in the 2000s or 2010s. Politicians were never really on dating sites or regulars in gay clubs. They’ve already gotten used to it.

‘This hopelessness is what got to me’

I myself have gotten used to it to some extent. The bans haven’t really affected me much. Well, other than them blocking the website of a sex shop for gays that I used.

I generally consider myself a statist. I didn’t use to worry much about what was happening in the country, even though I saw the growing clusterfuck. But even for me, things have become very uncomfortable over the past two years, and in recent months, I've been thinking about either changing jobs or emigrating. Although not much has changed in terms of everyday comfort, psychologically, it's become harder.

I don’t like it when they intrude into personal matters. I’m not really into gay clubs or loud gatherings, but I want to have the option to go. When I’m stripped of that choice, it bothers me. It’s one thing for me, living in a city with over a million people: there are always places to socialize, drink, or fuck. But I come from a small town. I can’t imagine what kids in rural areas, who are just starting to question their own sexuality, are supposed to do now when all websites with any information about homosexuality are blocked.

But it wasn’t after the homophobic laws were passed that I started thinking about leaving this job, it was after the presidential election. Even though I’ve been immersed in this crap for over 10 years, this was the first election with no oversight whatsoever. Do whatever you want.

It was my first time working on an election commission. I didn’t vote for Putin myself; I took my ballot with me. But I was convinced that the number of people around me who supported Putin was so large that getting his [desired] result in the elections would be easy. But it turned out not to be the case. In my precinct, less than 50 percent voted for him. The rest was fabricated by the commission chair: he rewrote the protocol.

I thought the public was completely gripped by a victory frenzy. It turned out only half were. But the system is willing to do anything to make it appear like there were more. This hopelessness — when a significant portion of the people wants change, but the system crushes this desire — is what got to me.

I wasn’t involved in the falsification; I just didn’t interfere. This is probably where my moral line is. Despite the internal conflict, I think I could have worked my entire life for a homophobic state — provided I didn’t have to participate in anything homophobic myself.

‘I’m stuck in a swamp I can’t get out of’

One of my gay friends started working out six days a week after the war began so he wouldn’t have time to think about anything. It feels like people around me have started drinking and using drugs more. Whenever there’s an external threat, you choose something important and try to ignore everything else. I’m trying to focus my life on personal happiness. When I was in a serious relationship, I was completely absorbed in it and didn't care at all about what was happening around me.

Some of the men I’ve had relationships with were much more involved in government policy than I was. Some even helped enact homophobic laws. But that didn’t bother me because you don’t fall in love with people just for the values they hold. I’ve even dated a man who was married and cheating on his wife — maybe that’s wrong too, but that’s life. There’s an internal conflict, but we live in the here and now.

My friends tell me, “You need to quit your government job, cut ties completely.” But it’s very hard; I’ve spent 10 years of my life building this career. Recently, I tried looking for a job outside the public sector but I couldn’t find anything suitable. I feel like I’m stuck in a swamp that I can’t get out of. I don’t want to become so hypocritical in another 10 years [that I’m] going to cafes with guys and then sitting around talking about Z fascism with a serious face. Either stop fucking [men] or take off the cross.

Yes, I feel uneasy and yes, I have a moral conflict. But it’s not like there’s a warm welcome for me abroad. A Putin official isn’t wanted in Europe. I put myself in this trap and now I’m trying to get out without getting crushed.

[starberry-cupcake]

To add to the pile of questionable tumblr behavior as of late, and as a psa at large:

I searched a mental health related tag last week and I got immediately a message from a bot called Koko. It intended to put me through to "people who are interested in mental health topics". In this tumblr message format, they didn't immediately facilitate hotlines, specific mental health care services or professional help, just "people".

I didn't respond to it. It's a bot. I didn't block it because I was interested to see where it would lead, but I didn't talk back. In the following days, it kept sending me messages, trying to get me to use their service.

Among the messages, they told me how it works, not that I had asked:

So, it sounds like a recipe for disaster in the making to me. My personal mental health information being passed through random tumblr users and getting a reply from someone who, not only isn't a professional or part of any sort of mental health care group I could get informed about, but they also will provide unsupervised answers to topics of great importance to someone who was looking into related tags.

But, tumblr user thewindandthewolves seems to endorse it, so let's check them out and see what they have to say.

Well. I'm posting the responses in chronological order, but I guess the raving review from a tumblr user was actually a kid who didn't give them consent to use their words as endorsement. Great look.

Today, I got a new message. Again, unprompted.

Second review person has apparently deleted their blog, so no background information on that one. If that's you, let us know.

I decided to look at their blog and read people's comments on their posts. The tumblr userbase came through with the receipts and linked this very detailed article about not only the bot and its founder but the sketchy study it uses as a foundation:

Here's an important quote from this article regarding the study in which Koko is founded as a clear notion of what consent means to them:

Morris [Koko's founder] declined to say whether he thought the subjects had meaningfully consented to the study. He told Motherboard that his goal was to establish a new best practice, where he would be able to transparently show his results to social media platforms. However, when asked if he felt that the experiment was transparent to the participants involved, he said he’d needed more time to think about it. 

It's not a tough one to respond to, Morris.

I suggest you to please read the whole article but the way in which these people perform verbal gymnastics to try to justify the lack of consent from people involved is alarming.

About Tumblr's involvement, the article didn't get comments from them on it:

Stony Brook's IRB [Institutional Review Board] and multiple people tasked with overseeing the IRB did not respond to multiple emails from Motherboard about the study or the process. Facebook, Discord, and Tumblr responded to Motherboard’s initial emails but did not provide comment. Telegram did not respond to Motherboard’s request for comment. 

The article also read the fine print of the Terms of Service, the only thing they provide as any type of consent to users, and the previous situation of using tumblr user posts without them knowing is illuminated further:

The current dynamic between Koko and its users more closely parallels the relationship between most tech companies and their users than that between a mental health provider and patient. Its Terms of Service, for instance, state that, “You grant Koko a fully paid, royalty-free, perpetual, irrevocable, worldwide, royalty-free, non-exclusive, transferable and fully sublicensable right (including any moral rights) and license to use, license, distribute, reproduce, modify, adapt, prepare derivative works of, publicly perform, publicly display, and otherwise fully exploit Your Content.” 

As an editor, that sounds more like a US release agreement form for intellectual property, which should not be used as any form of mediation for personal data. It also alarms me to no end that the "Content" in question, in the example we have was, according to OP, a post they had made on their own blog about Kokobot and not a response or quote provided to Kokobot itself which, in tow, signifies that the data collected could come from anywhere and not only what you actively provide them. But what do I know.

I did more digging by myself and found even more articles denouncing the behavior of this bot and company, this being another interesting one:

This one included the following thing about the peer-counseling aspect of it and the use of AI to craft the supposed "people" responses:

During the AI experiment—which applied to about 30,000 messages, according to Morris—volunteers providing assistance to others had the option to use a response automatically generated by OpenAI's GPT-3 large language model instead of writing one themselves (GPT-3 is the technology behind the recently popular ChatGPT chatbot).

Apparently, Koko has been around for a while, with articles discussing it as far as, at least, 2017. Still, I had never before received unprompted, unwanted, invasive messages from it on tumblr until now.

If you post or search tags related to mental health, it's very likely that you'll get this bot in your messages or you already have. There are many layers of breach of ethics in this situation, in my opinion, each one worse than the last one.

Before using it or sharing any information at all (with any bot ever), I'd advice you to look into it beforehand. I know we are the "trust no bots" website and the fake ladybots have taught us well on how to spot them and protect ourselves, but this one in particular seems very dangerous to me.

I can't talk about whether or not this has helped anybody, I'm not coming anywhere near it, but the sole concept of this sounds like a bad idea. The advice provided doesn't seem to come from selected professionals the platform is endorsing legally but by random people (and/or AI) who are not only not trained for it, they aren't being compensated for work made for a program, which is probably making good money out of all the social media platforms it's working with. It also allows them to not be responsible for the advice given, to some extent.

Even if people with mental health concerns can discuss things between them in very productive and helpful ways, there isn't genuinely transparent communication if it's anonymously mediated by a company and there isn't a proper professional care that can accompany them from someone who is trained to facilitate it. You can talk to a friend without having to provide data to a company that could identify you since, according to the first article:

There is, further, no easy way to wall the collection of such data off from actual subjects, as anonymized datasets can often still be traced back to specific individuals. (A 2019 study found that 99.98 percent of Americans could be correctly re-identified in any dataset using 15 demographic attributes.) This is why privacy experts have been vocal about the exploitation of data privacy and the unreliability of an anonymous dataset. 

I'm not here to tell anyone what to do or not to do but I'm here to share this because I know that I would appreciate the information if someone else had come across it instead. Make decisions with all the information you can get.

Throwing a wild idea for the hellsite but maybe staff and ceo should be a little less occupied in persecuting trans folk and more into reading the fine print of the unethical companies they're signing with, who are exploiting their userbase's mental health, especially that of literal children whose quotes are being used to endorse their business without any legal consent, aside from a terribly worded TOS. But what do I know.

[gregoriahlover]

it sickens me that i even have to post this but kids- DO NOT FUCKING TALK TO ADULTS ONLINE. i don’t mean accidentally, i mean literal kids seeking out predators to talk to online. that is the most important thing here. i do not care how mentally ill you are or how lonely you feel. you will ruin your own lives.

second of all DO NOT USE PROSHIP TAGS TO PROMOTE YOURSELVES. this is the biggest reason why im not eager to allow minors into proship spaces- the tags are not meant for predators. we do not invite predators into our spaces and they are not welcome here. this includes you using the loli tags to try and contact adults. it is sickening to me that this is even an issue but sadly i was followed by a young girl doing these things and i did block her but not before i reported her account. i do urge everyone who notices accounts like these to do the same because it is so unbelievably dangerous. it’s so demented i dont even feel comfortable speaking out about it because it just. shouldn’t be happening. but it’s an issue, especially on tumblr.

so in the future, if you do come across my blog, first of all don’t fucking follow me, but more importantly please talk to an adult. i know how it feels to struggle and have parents who don’t seem to care but i promise you they’ll be a million times happier to be aware that you’re struggling than they will to find out what you’re doing on your phone behind their backs. just talk to someone, a friend or something. stay out of proship spaces and off the internet in general and get help. you will not die and escape the life you’re creating for yourself now. you will live and you will regret it forever. this is utterly sickening and i hope you know this. you’re not cute or mature. you’re a twisted up mess of a human who needs serious help from a professional.

again anyone who is actually an adult (or just stable person in general) please report and block accounts using tags like these or who use code words like “my favorite number is __” and who have telegram sessions in their bios. they come across as spam but they’re not.

(tags in question)

that’s all sorry for the very dark post i just was so shocked to see this person in my notifs and took the opportunity to talk about it. hopefully tumblr does something to prevent this from happening to begin with but for now all we can do is report them

[bitedownme]

I'm curious how you got into the scp fandom? I used to see clips of them but I never really got into the fandom until now, you're the only artist I've found who draws for it lol

-🩵

To be really real, I don't consider myself in the Fandom because I don't interact with the community outside of people who come to my blog specifically. I have fandom tags filtered even, and I avoid it like a plague, sometimes I am terrified I might be the only person to post on specific tags at this point LMAO.

I was drawing SCP stuff years ago, although only for jokes about my walkthrough of Containment Breach and a weird OC who I am side-eyeing all the time now. It literally stuck for less than a month or so, but not straight up, because I was not really interested and sketched things only occasionally.

I kinda was following a group in VK for SCP stuff and they shared pages sometimes, before the wikidot's block on our country, so I kinda was binge reading SCPs at some point, but never touched tales apart from Antimemetics Division (which I ironically FORGOT about later on), still had no interest over just reading documents and shit. I was also following a telegram channel of a meme group, so I kinda knew context for some stuff, surprisingly, and they sometimes shared art. One issue is that at the time I had A LOT of problems with every single community I was in, so I stuck with the circle of two people I knew at the time, because the toxicity of the part of SCP fandom I saw was wild.

IDK exactly how, but at some point just last year I got to see one or two arts from the same author and like, I don't know how, but I kinda decided to draw SK for some reason??? I have NO fucking idea, it's weird. Buuut it kinda devolved into my two first sketches of him ever, and then something something, I drew more, some random anon got into my inbox aaaaand I started answering asks because people loved it????? Looking at my main I had some art of him reblogged there too, before I started drawing myself, which is WILD, I don't do that anymore!

And since I was trying to appeal to people clearly more knowledgeable about the thing I was drawing for (I DIDN'T KNOW who SK even was at the time) I got my ass to read tales. Someone asked about HK - I read basic "villain wiki" or whatever page and then tales. Somehow it stuck and now I'm here.