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Oh, I so love the fact of this last comment. And it's true for 2025 there is an Orioles Pride Jersey giveaway night when the Rangers are playing.

hey sorry not to be an asshole but I saw someone say that a sports team posting about pride month was "pandering" and I need you to log off and touch grass because now more than EVER it's important that large institutions (and especially those that could easily be right wing like sports teams) show the fuck up for queer and trans people. especially trans people. so no it is not "pandering" to take a stand for a marginalized group of people that are currently under attack for trying to play sports. be so fucking for real

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Reblogging, scammers abound. I got a call this week --went to voicemail--from someone saying I would lose my 50% discount on my Comcast account. (local area code number not an 800 number) Trouble is, I don't have a Comcast account. I haven't had one for years now. Also going around are texts about unpaid tolls. Always double check by calling your bank/service provider directly to their verified number. Always be skeptical of anyone who has a sense of urgency, lack of empathy, trying to keep you on the phone with them.

PSA: Credit Card Phone Scam

(Or, how Tumblr just saved my ass)

I saw a PSA recently about a scam going around with spoofed official numbers calling and asking for information, and how you should hang up and call back using the correct number rather than just go along with what the caller is telling you. But this is Tumblr, so I'll never be able to find the post again.

I decided to make my own, because this literally just happened to me an hour ago. Hopefully my story can spread some more awareness and save other asses the way mine was saved.

Around 7:30pm tonight (Friday), I got a phone call from a 1-800 number. I almost didn't answer it, then I saw it was 1-800-465-4___, and I recognized that as the start of the CIBC phone number, so I picked up.

Me: Hello?

Guy: Hi, is this [MrsD]?"

Me: Yes.

Guy: Hi, [MrsD], this is _____ from CIBC, how are you tonight?

I thought, okay, this is a sales call. Right before I'm about to sit down for dinner. Typical. Mentally, I'm already putting together an exit strategy, preparing to say no to everything and get off the phone ASAP. But then—

Guy: We've just flagged suspicious activity on your CIBC Visa card. It was an online BestBuy transaction for $980.00. Was that your transaction?

Me, flustered: Uh. What? Sorry, how much?

Guy: $980.00 at BestBuy, was that you?

Me: Oh. At BestBuy?

Guy: Yes, your card was used at a BestBuy in [town nearby]. Was that you? Did you go to [town nearby] today? You don't live in [town nearby], right?

Me: Uh. No?

Guy: Okay, so I need some information to verify this transaction.

By this point, my brain had caught on that something about this was hinky. First of all, I thought he said it was an online purchase, then he said it was in person. But maybe I'd misheard, he was talking fast. My second thought was that every other time there was a suspicious transaction, I got an automated phone call and a text message with instructions to call back. I've never had a person call me directly.

My third thought was, well, the phone number on the caller ID was right....

THEN! I remembered a Tumblr post I saw recently, and I remembered what it told me to do.

Me: I'm skeptical about this call. I'm going to call CIBC myself and look into this.

Guy: What? Ma'am, you can just tell me, I can verify—

Me: No. Thank you, but I'll call the number on the back of my card.

Guy, getting more agitated: Ma'am, if you look at the number on your card, you'll see it's the same number.

Me: You know that can spoofed, right?

Guy: Uh— but ma'am—

Me: Sorry, but I need to make sure. I'm going to call CIBC directly.

The guy kept sputtering, but I hung up on him. In that moment, I really didn't think that he was a scammer. In fact, I thought I was being paranoid and was maybe kinda rude to the guy. I wondered if I was being overcautious, and I felt a bit guilty.

I called the number on the back of my credit card, waited 15 minutes for an agent, and told him what just happened.

IMMEDIATELY—

Agent: You didn't tell him anything, did you?

Me: No. I said I wasn't in [town nearby] today, but that's it.

Agent: Good. You did the right thing by calling us, let me look into the transaction for you.

Then, a minute later:

Agent: I'm not seeing any transaction like that. There's no flags on your card, nothing suspicious at all.

Me: So it was a scam?

Agent: Yep. Entirely fake.

I was honestly surprised. I really thought that there was some kind of mix-up and that I would be apologizing to this guy for being rude to his colleague.

Looking back on it now, I can see all the telltale signs of it being a scam call:

Time of day. Early evening on a Friday, chances are people are either sitting down for dinner or in a hurry to get somewhere. In this situation, a lot people probably wouldn't think twice about giving "the bank" some information just to get off the phone. (Joke's on them, I have no life!) But the way that I reacted to his introduction did evoke the desired reaction of Ugh, what now? Leave me alone! that the scammer was banking on (pun intended).

Sense of urgency. The scammer spoke fast, threw details at me quickly, and made sure I knew that I had to give him my information right away. This honestly threw me off. It was overwhelming, and I felt concerned and a bit frantic for a few seconds until I thought about what I know about scams and what I'd just read in that Tumblr PSA.

Complete lack of empathy or understanding about my skepticism/anti-fraud precautions. The last time I had to get a new credit card number due to fraud, the agent I spoke to said things like "I know this is frustrating", "I'm sorry this is a hassle", etc. And of course the CIBC agent I spoke to tonight was immediately grateful that I'd called them directly and reassured me that CIBC would never ask for information. By contrast, the scammer was outright dismissive of my concerns and got agitated when I wouldn't just trust him right off the bat.

Emotional provocation. Similar to #2 & #3 above, the scammer was very good at making me feel things. Worried and fearful at first, then guilty about being suspicious, to the point where I actually apologized to the guy. (Granted, I am Canadian, but still!)

And finally, I cannot stress enough: the spoofed phone number. I am a pretty well-informed person. I keep up with news about scams and whatnot. I know that phone numbers can be spoofed. I've been in front of my phone when it just starts to ring and I can see the auto-dialler number appear briefly before it gets replaced with a number that has my area code. But tonight—early evening on a Friday—I was cooking dinner and my phone was across the room. It had rung several times by the time I got to it. I only picked it up because I recognized the CIBC number. And when the scammer started his spiel, the fact that the number was the same was enough for me to give him just a tiny moment of trust. Had he actually gotten past that first barrier and started requesting my information, I think I would have caught on, because people asking for sensitive information over the phone is a huge obvious red flag. I like to think I would have caught on, anyway. But maybe not! That fake number almost had me.

TL;DR: No matter what the number on your caller ID says—that it's your bank, your energy company, your internet provider, whatever!—if the person on the other end is requesting sensitive information urgently, don't panic. Stop. Think. Then tell them nothing, hang up the phone, and call your service provider yourself using a verified phone number.

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I can't believe this is a non-HDG post. . .

hmmm... thinking about someone forcibly taking care of you. bathing you by hand, brushing your hair for you, dressing you and grooming you, brushing your teeth for you, hand feeding you etc etc. not just as a form of affection but also to assert control over your every breathing moment...

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This is awesome!

Wait tho pls tell me non british people have also seen this advert bc it’s amazing and very important to me

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Charmed! ConCom is aware of the announced changes to future distribution of Covid-19 vaccines. We are currently discussing the ramifications of this and will have more information for you when we can. Please be assured that we will do everything in our power to make Charmed!2026 as safe as we possibly can for all attendees.

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I hope you all find what you are looking for ^_^

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You know that you want to...

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Backups are always a good idea.

Just a reminder in case you're ever looking to back up your blog try this method first before you do something silly like scrape the thing yourself or put your password into a third-party tool without verifying what it really does

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Yes, I live in Pittsburgh, this man, Mr. Rogers, was the real deal. How he was on the program was exactly how he was in real life. He was revolutionary in children's television and got flack for talking directly to kids but, as you now know, that was absolutely what was needed. The tv studio where Mr. Roger's Neighborhood was filmed was walking distance from the University of Pittsburgh where I went to school. Mr. Roger's swam at a local private club so it wouldn't have been unusual to see him. Set pieces from the show are in the Heinz History Museum and it's one of my favorite places to visit. If you come to the city, you should go.

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This is adorable and wholesome!

Idk if you like writing nonsexual stuff but maybe a domme making her sub get some sleep for once? Maybe with some kind of kinesthetic induction that's my shit 😳

Hello @cuckzone2

Thank you for the Request! I do like writing nonsexual stuffs. Especially if it lets me show off GentleFemDom, which the story I wrote did.

I did do a kinesthetic induction, but it may not be what you expected. I hope you still enjoy the story though. 

The Comfort of a Nightgown

The phone rang startling Cassie who, curled up on her couch with her knitting needles and favorite audiobook, glowered at where it sat charging on the dining room table. It stopped ringing and then began again. Who could want her less than thirty minutes before midnight?

She sighed, put down her yarn, threw off her blanket, and trudged across the faded green carpet to the dining room.

By the time she reached the phone it had stopped and started again. She peered down at the display and then, eyes worried, pressed Accept, pulled it off the charger and put it to her ear.

“Hazel. I am here.” Her usual greeting. She hoped she kept the worry from her voice.

“Miss Cassie. I can’t sleep. I haven’t slept all week. Can you come over?” Hazel apparently had no such qualms, faer stress came through loud and clear.

“Where’s Donnie?”

“She’s still in Maine. She won’t be home until Sunday. I’m so exhausted and the bed is so big. Please?” The sniffle told her Hazel was close to faer breaking point.

“Hold on. Let me throw on some pants and shoes. Do you want me to stay on the phone with you?”

“Yes, please, Miss Cassie.” Was faer voice calmer? Cassie wasn’t sure. She hurried, throwing on yesterday’s pants from the hamper and shoving her feet into her flip-flops.

“I’m heading out the door now.” She grabbed her keys off the stand in the hallway and locked the door behind her.

“Thank you, Miss Cassie.” Yes, fae was starting to calm.

The walk took less than five minutes and Cassie kept Hazel talking, asking about faer day and Cassie’s newest knitting project. When she turned into the condo complex, she could see Hazel standing on the porch a few condos down.

“Do you see me?” She waved.

It took a moment, then, as the figure on the porch waved back, Hazel replied “I see you. We can hang up now.”

When Cassie reached the top of the sixth step, onto the porch, Hazel threw faer arms around her, hiding faer face in her shoulder. “Thank you, Miss Cassie. I miss her so much. I can’t sleep.”

Cassie held faer for a moment and then whispered soothingly. “Let’s not give the neighbors a show. Let’s go inside.”

“It’s almost midnight.” Hazel said but pulled away obediently and held the door open for Cassie, closing it behind faerself.

Cassie left her flip-flops by the door and led Hazel down the yellow hallway and into the spacious bedroom with an equally spacious bed.

“Strip and put on one of Donnie’s nightgowns.”

As Hazel obeyed, tugging off faer sweatpants and t-shirt, Cassie elaborated.

“You sleep next to Donnie every night. You feel her nightgowns against your skin. You smell the scent of her laying next to you. Trust me. Wearing her nightgown will help you sleep.”

While fae carefully poked through faer wife’s nightgowns, Cassie went out to the little dining area, selected a chair, and carried it back into the bedroom. She placed it next to Hazel’s side of the bed where Hazel waited awkwardly, in an oversized maroon nightgown with the word “Cisn’t” emblazoned across the front in gold.

Cassie smiled. “I doubt you could have made a better choice. Come on. Climb into bed.”

“Yes, Miss Cassie.” And fae obeyed, tugging the comforter down and sliding in between the sheets.

“Grab Donnie’s pillow and turn on your side to face me.” Cassie ordered as she settled into the chair. She continued speaking as Hazel obeyed.

“As I was saying. You sleep next to Donnie every night. You feel her nightgowns against your skin. You smell the scent of her laying next to you. Wrap your arms around her pillow. As you hug it tight, as you rest your nose against the top of it, as you feel the texture of her nightgown envelop you, you can find the comfort she brings, and she does bring you such comfort, doesn’t she?”

Hazel nodded, faer arms wrapped around the upper middle of the pillow, faer mouth and nose resting on the top edge.

“You can let yourself close your eyes. You can let yourself find the comfort that she brings in the items that surround you. You can let yourself feel her around you. You can let yourself feel her inside you. Her scent, her touch, the feel of her in your arms.”

Hazel, faer eyes closed, snuggled the pillow.

“You can let yourself feel the comfort she brings. You can let yourself feel her around you. You can feel her drifting off to sleep in your arms. You can feel her drifting, floating, sleepy self gently, softly, pull your mind down with her.”

When Hazel’s face grew slack, faer mouth falling slightly open, Cassie softened and slowed her voice even more.

“Your mind can follow her pull, the pull of her sleepy mind asking you to join her in wonderful, blissful, peaceful sleep. You can, you will join her in peaceful, blissful sleep, won’t you?”

The nod was slow, lazy, barely a nod.

“Peaceful, blissful sleep, together. Together in peaceful, blissful sleep.”

Cassie continued those two sentences, over and over, until Hazel let out a soft snore.

She whispered gently  “Good night, little one”, put away the chair, and let herself out, locking the door behind her, and started the walk home.

The End

I hope you enjoyed!

For more of my hypnosis fantasies, click here

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fml we gotta do everything ourselves here

GET BOOPED SUCKEEERS

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I also became interested in hypnosis and mind control way before I had any access to the Internet. Even though I knew about kink, I used to think that there was something wrong with me because I didn't discover that other people were into hypnosis/mind control until about 15 or so years ago. I discovered mcstories and that changed my life! Suddenly, I didn't feel so alone. I found other people, got into a sketchy yahoo group. Figured out making myself safe before content warnings on files. I've found a good community of people with the same interests. And now, finally, I'm exploring the things that I've wanted to experience!

My Desire

As someone who grew up at a time where there was no online—no video, no gifs, no public internet of any kind—I was convinced that no one else in the entire world could possibly entertain the feelings and fantasies that I had of hypnosis.

I would think of a woman alone in a room, trying to escape. While her needs were provided for, it was impossible to overcome the challenges of the hypnotic maze that had been created for her. Imagine... a monitor constantly displaying spirals... a speaker randomly broadcasting a relentless metronome beat. Subliminal messages and images. All designed to captivate and fascinate. And when exhaustion inevitably overcame her, in sleep she would helplessly succumb to the constant brainwashing and programming.

Concocting these scenarios in isolation at that formative age truly made me feel there was something wrong with me. At that point I could never imagine getting to experience some of the things I would eventually experience in an internet-connected world. I've learned that my dark side is real... but the chance to share it with others, honestly and openly, is what I value.

Here's to all of you realizing and treasuring your desires.

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In regards of the Trump government scraping all trans inclusion in its queer information portion of its websites I have made this thing. Spread the word. Don't let them pretend we never existed.

P.S: Don't like! Reblog! <3

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Important thing to keep in mind. If you're not comfortable in a conversation, it is ok to excuse yourself in any way you feel comfortable doing. This is self-care. Say you have to be somewhere/meet someone. Say that you're going to the next session. Maybe spot someone in the area that you know and hail them like you were meeting them then explain later. I'm sure people you are comfortable with will be happy to have helped.

Power Imbalance

Charmed! is just around the corner and I want to take a moment to think about power imbalance. I read something Lacielou wrote, CW this writing mentions the Gaiman abuse story but it's not about that. It's about a convention where people strike up conversation to pick each other's brains and maybe impress them https://fetlife.com/users/14539721/posts/11823368

When I go to Charmed, I know a lot of people in the organisation by name. That gives me more power than a first time attendee has. I have a certain reputation, that gives me more power. I'm much older than a lot of the attendees, that gives me more power. I have been on this hypnokink merry-go-round before, that gives me more power. I understand my own limits, that gives me more power. I have the awareness and social skills to steer a conversation, that gives me more power. This is why I feel safe at Charmed! And I know I tread carefully with that power to not take advantage of others. I'm not going to impose on other people's time and I'm not going to invite newbies to my room. There are people who do, though.

You probably know me as someone who is not afraid of pointing out the elephant in the room. Older men are just more likely to abuse the aforementioned power imbalances at a convention and chat up young people who peak their interest and who don't quite have the agency to tell this guy to fuck off. Maybe the young person is flattered by the attention of this older man who has more experience with hypnokink, maybe they're impressed by the presentation the older man gave or the fact that he seems to know everyone. And yes, I do realise that socially awkward men sometimes don't realise when other people really want them to stop talking, but that's a skill you can learn, guys! And it's an excuse predators and creeps often use.

Fact is, I can easily picture a scenario like Lacielou described happening at Charmed. Yes, I realise, not just men. I have definitely been caught off guard myself when I let a woman treat me in a way I wouldn't let a man get away with, just because I didn't expect it from her. But it's statistically more likely that the person abusing the power imbalance at a convention, to corner a person they're interested in, is a man.

I don't want to point any fingers. Lots of people at Charmed! are lovely geeks who don't mean to make anyone else feel uncomfortable. But I think it's good to be aware of this possibility. It's good to ask yourself "Am I making this person I'm talking to uncomfortable?" It's a convention, there's classes to go to, so let people go and don't take it personally.

It's good to ask yourself "do I feel comfortable having this conversation or do I want out?" And don't feel bad interrupting them, tell them you have places to be, ask a friend to save you from uncomfortable situations like this by dragging you away to the next class. Whatever you need to get out of that uncomfortable situation, it's all good.

And if you need someone to talk to about an uncomfortable situation at the con, that's what the consent team is for.

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mmmmm, warm buttered bread. Now I want some IRL

reblog to give warm bread to your mutuals

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Incoherent screaming 😱