HI so! I just lost my account for like 2 days because of a scamming operation! So now thanks so much to the REAL tumblr support i'll be telling you all about it because what the floofing fuck the last 2 days have been stressful.
So It all started when someone dm'd me here on tumblr, apologizing for spamreporting my account with their friends. saying it was a misunderstanding and that they meant to do it to someone else. They then referred me to a supposed tumblr staff member on discord who would help me dispute the case. (I dont have screenshots of the messages because they have blocked themselves and i was locked out initially. )
If this is who you're contacting: DO NOT!!!
Ari Levine is an actual executive staff member, but they are NOT this person on Discord.
They sent me a bunch of stuff.
When they ask you to change your email
DONT DO IT!
This will allow them to log into your account and they can afterwards change the password and lock you out of it. (This is what happened to me)
They can then use your account to contact more people. I counted 11 DM's sent to accounts where they nearly got started. Thank God tumblr support were really quick about changing my email after i filed the report. I suspect that may be what happened with the account that contacted me.
They also asked me which banking apps i was registred with (i am an idiot so i did actually tell them)
They also asked to see my recent transaction history. This is where I kinda believed it was legit because the said i could fill in details on my own.
and then this is pretty much where shit went downhill
They make you use paypal or purchase giftcards that are then sent through emails.
They also used the FDIC (Federal Deposit Insurance Coorporation) and threats of legal action in case i wasnt able to comply with the payments
This was the point where my actual bank saw the transactions, stepped in and blocked my card. Had they blocked it only a minute after this message was sent, I would've lost 600$ worth of national currency.
This was right after my bank CALLED me and asked me about the transactions and purchases And when I told them about what happened, they informed me that this was most likely a scamming operation.
The person still tried to contact me after that
funny how the FDIC just suddenly backed off after supposedly breathing down my neck for the last 2 days.
Harm was done. I lost my account for a bit and as mentioned when the REAL tumblr support helped me get it back, there were a bunch of dm's sent from my account to various other accounts.
I also fell for the scam and lost about 320$ to this scam.
please please PLEASE be careful and do NOT believe the reports or dm's. Tumblr support will reach out THEMSELVES if you've been the case of many reports and they will do so through email.
What's done is done, all I can do now is inform everyone else and hope this helps someone not make the same mistake I did.
when it's your golden birthday this year and it feels like your 16th all over again because none of your friends are available to make your birthday handout
I had a reallyyy important question. Like I'm really confused. Since, I, myself write fanfictions now and I read a lot of fanfictions, I have seen this warning couple of time 'Use of Y/n' or 'No use of Y/n'. What does it mean??? I'm really confused😭😭😭
Please clear my doubt, oh angel of the fanfiction world.
btw
SO BASICALLY a simple explanation is "Use of Y/N" means that they quite literally use the word "Y/N," meaning "your name." SO FOR EXAMPLE
"Y/N, you shouldn't be doing that."
and then "No use of Y/N" means that nowhere in whatever you're reading you are going to find the word "Y/N"
Ahh, this takes me back to my Wattpad days...
Also, since you are in my house... do you mind doing the dishes? 👉🏻👈🏻
How have you been, my love? Everything alright? I hope you're safe and sound and healthy. Just wanted to let you know that i appreciate you for everything and wish you peace and prosperity and safety and love for your life ahead. (I don't know why I wrote this I just wanted to be kind because you never know what's going on with someone)
Eeee, hi love! I'm doing okay currently, trying to finish my exams as fast as I can. Thank you so much for sending this; it means so much, genuinely. <3
So it's officaly 2026 and I can't imagine how far I've come with the account. I know I haven't been posting much and I really hope this year once everything settles down I can get back into writing and posting more for you guys <3
I want to wish everyone a Happy New Year and I hope everyone has a great year. There's so much to come in the future, and I hope I can spend some more time on here! Love everyone lots xxx
( synopsis ᝢ Dick Grayson comes home in an unusually good mood, wearing a beanie that definitely isn’t his and acting just suspicious enough to catch Y/N’s attention. A little teasing turns into a little investigating, and soon enough, laughter gives way to closeness.
( pairing ᝢ dick grayson x f!reader
( genre ᝢ suggestive fluff
( warnings ᝢ light sexual tension. flirting. mild suggestive content. physical closeness. playful wrestling. praise. established relationship. domestic intimacy. humor. soft power dynamics. read responsibly.
( 𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐢 ) everybody thank my boyfriend for this one. He recently got a new haircut, an eyebrow slit AND on top of that recently surrendered to the eyebrow piercing propaganda. When I say I have been all over this man, I MEAN I HAVE BEEN ALL OVER HIM
Oh, Dick had been off all evening—but not in his usual, charmingly chaotic way. This was different. This was the kind of strange that made Y/N pause mid-scroll and narrow her eyes like a detective clocking a suspect who smiled a little too easily. He had been flitting around the apartment with an almost theatrical buoyancy, humming under his breath, bare feet gliding across the kitchen tiles as if he were back on a trapeze rather than in their shared living space. And then there was the beanie. The unmistakably white, aggressively adorable Hello Kitty beanie that belonged to her niece, stretched snugly over his dark hair like it had every right to be there. The sight alone was enough to make her question reality.
She watched him from the couch as he methodically cut fruit, movements precise but light, the way everything Dick Grayson did seemed to be—controlled, but never stiff. He plated the strawberries and melon with unnecessary flourish, as if he were preparing something far more impressive than a casual snack, before sauntering over and dropping down beside her. The couch dipped under his weight, his knee bumping hers familiarly as he balanced the bowl on his lap. “So,” he asked, cheerful and entirely too innocent, popping a strawberry into his mouth, “what are we watching?”
“Christmas movie,” she replied, not tearing her gaze from his head. Her eyes traced the beanie again, suspicion sharpening by the second.
“Oh, yay,” Dick said around another mouthful, clearly pleased—until he felt it. The stare. He turned, eyebrows lifting, a grin already forming as defense. “What?”
She tilted her head slightly, lips pursed. “Why,” she asked slowly, “are you wearing my niece’s Hello Kitty beanie?”
He shrugged, utterly unbothered. “I miss her.”
A laugh burst out of her before she could stop it. “You miss her?” she deadpanned. “She was here literally last week. And she gave you blue balls by kicking you in the nuts.”
Dick winced theatrically, then waved it off. “It was my fault for being in her blast radius.”
“You held her upside down until she apologized,” Y/N shot back. “You two do not like each other.”
“Tough love,” he said easily, leaning back into the couch, spreading his arm along the backrest like a man with nothing to hide. “Besides, can’t I try something new? God forbid a guy expresses himself in this world.” He rolled his eyes, the picture of exaggerated martyrdom.
She wasn’t buying it. Not for a second. She leaned closer, squinting at him the way she always did when she was onto him—because she usually was. “You’re hiding something,” she said. “You left the house this morning, came back acting weird, and now you’re parading around in children’s headwear. What are you hiding?”
“Literally nothing, Sherlock Holmes,” Dick replied smoothly, lips curling into that charming, disarming smile he’d perfected over a lifetime of secrets.
But she knew him too well. Beneath the humor, beneath the playful deflection and circus-bright energy, Dick Grayson always telegraphed when he was hiding something. And tonight? He was practically glowing with it.
She leaned in closer—too close—close enough that Dick instinctively shifted back, spine pressing into the couch cushion as her shadow fell over him. There was a sharpness to her gaze now, the playful curiosity narrowing into something far more dangerous: attention. The kind that missed nothing. Her eyes traced his face with deliberate slowness, lingering at his brow, then flicking back again as if confirming a hypothesis. Dick swallowed, already clocking this as a losing battle.
“Your eyebrows are trimmed,” she said quietly, like she’d uncovered a crime scene detail. Then, with a small, victorious inhale, “And you have an eyebrow slit.”
His hand flew up on pure reflex, palm flattening over his brows as though that could undo the last twenty-four hours. “That is wildly invasive,” he muttered, peeking at her through his fingers.
She straightened, pointing at him like a prosecutor mid-closing argument. “The only people you trust with your eyebrows are me and your barber. But you don’t trust me enough to shave a line in your eyebrow—because last time I sneezed and nearly shaved your entire eyebrow off—so this?” She gestured at him broadly. “This means you went to the barber.”
Dick groaned, dropping his head back against the couch. “Jesus Christ, what—did you secretly get recruited by the GCPD or something?”
“You went to the barber,” she repeated, voice climbing with excitement. “You went to the barber. Oh my god, baby, let me see!” She reached for the beanie with both hands, fingers barely brushing the knit before his larger hand shot out and wrapped around her wrist, stopping her cold.
“Not happening,” he said firmly, though the scowl he tried to give her was ruined by the faint pink creeping into his cheeks. “You will laugh at me.”
She grinned, bright and unrepentant. “I would never laugh at you.”
“And I’m Britney Spears,” Dick shot back dryly. “You laughed at me for a full ten minutes when I accidentally shaved off half my eyebrow trying to do the slit myself. I had to draw on my eyebrow for a month. A month. ”
“You looked adorable,” she said immediately. “And funny. Mostly adorable. Please let me see.” She dragged the words out shamelessly, leaning in again, eyelashes batting with criminal intent.
"Not happening," Dick huffed, shaking his head as he carefully set the fruit bowl down on the coffee table, placing it just out of danger like a man preparing for impact. Y/N watched patiently—too patiently. The moment his hands were free, she lunged.
She straddled his hips in one swift movement, knees bracketing his sides, hands pinning his wrists down against the couch before he could react. Dick burst out laughing, twisting beneath her, trying and failing to buck her off without actually committing to escaping.
“This is abuse!” he protested, laughing harder as he shook his head side to side, the beanie slipping slightly. “I’m calling Bruce. I’m calling Alfred. This is a hostile environment.”
“I just wanna see,” she sang, grinning down at him before yanking the beanie off his head.
Her smile froze.
“Oh… God,” Dick sighed, staring up at the ceiling like a man accepting his fate. “Okay, I tried something new, alright? And my barber was… not seeing the vision. He had his own interpretation. And by the time I realized we were not on the same creative wavelength, it was already too late to say anything and I just—” He cut himself off when she leaned down suddenly, her lips brushing his.
The kiss was soft, lingering, deliberate. When she pulled back, her hands slid up to cradle his face, thumbs grazing the newly slit brow with reverent care.
“You look unbelievably sexy,” she whispered.
Dick blinked up at her, genuinely stunned. “Wait,” he said, breathless, a disbelieving laugh slipping out. “Are you serious?”
She nodded, smiling in that way that always disarmed him completely.
Dick’s grin widened, that familiar, boyish curve that always made it impossible to tell whether he was joking or genuinely nervous—or, more often than not, both at once. He tipped his head back slightly to look up at her properly, eyes bright, searching her face like he was bracing for a verdict. “Okay, real talk,” he said, lowering his voice as if the apartment itself might overhear. “Do you actually like it, or are you being nice to me because I’m your boyfriend and you love me and don’t want to emotionally devastate me?” He gestured vaguely at his head. “Because I have to go out in public with this haircut. People will be seeing and judging me. I need honesty.”
She hummed, clearly enjoying this far too much. “You want me to be honest?” she asked, a slow grin spreading across her face.
“Very,” Dick nodded solemnly, like he was swearing her in. “I’m officially giving you a one-time-only pass to be brutally honest. Hurt my feelings if you must. Just… not too much.” His mouth twitched. “I’m fragile. Also, you being mean to me—fills my brain with inappropriate thoughts.”
She rolled her eyes, but there was affection in it. Instead of answering right away, she studied him in silence, really looked at him. The slope of his jaw. The way his hair fell now, sharper, cleaner, doing dangerous things to his face. Then, without a word, she slipped the hair tie from her wrist and gathered her hair up, twisting it into a neat knot at the back of her head.
Dick’s eyebrows furrowed immediately. “Okay,” he said slowly, watching her every move. “I don’t know what’s happening, but I feel like I should be nervous. Or excited. Possibly both.”
She shifted off his lap and dropped down in front of him, knees on the rug, close enough that his breath hitched without permission. He instinctively leaned back, hands hovering uselessly in the air like he didn’t quite trust himself with them.
“Don’t stop,” he added quickly, voice a little breathless now. “Just—y’know—maybe explain what the hell is happening?”
She looked up at him, eyes sparkling, and placed her hands on his thighs, firm and deliberate, parting them just enough to settle comfortably between them. “I’m showing you,” she said simply, “how good I think you look.”
Dick damn near forgot how to breathe.
“Holy—” He cut himself off, laughing under his breath, eyes darkening as he took her in. The confidence, the warmth, the way she looked at him like he was something worth admiring. “Okay,” he murmured, swallowing. “Message received.”
In that moment, any lingering doubt evaporated entirely. Whatever his barber had done—whatever risk he’d taken trying something new—it was suddenly, undeniably worth it. Honestly? Dick decided he might even send the guy a thank-you card.
⋮ ⌗ ┆jjk men reacting to you paying for your own nails ⭑.ᐟ part.2
Warnings: None really
Author's Note: So you guys clearly liked part 1, and I'm super glad you guys did; hopefully part 2 does just as good as part 1. Any feedback and ideas are always welcomed!
⋮ ⌗ ┆jjk men reacting to you paying for your own nails ⭑.ᐟ part.1
Warnings: None really, besides some suggestive parts in Toji's part!
Author's Note: This is my first ever SMAU so I really hope you guys enjoy! Any feedback is always welcomed, and I can't wait to do more of these! A super big thanks to @alixezae for the inspo and help
just saw ur post maybe you can do smau (s) au they're really good also saw ur pin post march 2007?! I was even born yet (may baby here) 😭 love ur theme! ❤️
Ouu I would so be open to doing these, but i have no idea what kinds to do so if you guys have any ideas, shoot me an ask hehe