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If I was a sociologist, I would definitely be doing a study on the methods and language of charity scammers. Especially the use of emojis, and identification by copied messages vs stock phrases.
For example, these four are all the same, with only slight variation in #1:
(I actually have duplicates from some of the "self-identified" anons above.)
But these two anons share the same new stock phrases:
"days are heavy" / "days that feel impossibly heavy."
Fascinated with the random person who commented on this post saying they've reported me for "genocide denialism."
Not to put too fine a tin foil hat on it, but:
That is the kind of threat someone involved in these kinds of financial scams and the social engineering behind them *would* make! It's a threatening statement to the existence of my blog which usually means heightened fear/anxiety of the target, which makes people more likely to fall for a financial scam. Social shame and embarrassment are also heightened emotions! Bullying works! This would make an excellent social engineering counterpoint (if tugging on heartstrings doesn't work!) and might even be effective on many people!
Sure, you can search the supposed connected usernames those anons claimed and find out specifics that way — but not a single one of those screenshots I showed specifies what they're referring to! The IDENTICAL messages from four "different people" never actually mention what their "family's struggle" even is! There's zero fucking context in the space of those messages. They're all IDENTICAL. I literally cannot be committing denialism about anything specific because those asks don't actually say anything I could be denying. How does this person know that these anons aren't a recently impoverished Nigerian prince?
So now you're asking why don't I just click on the usernames and find out more details? Simple. Because they're fucking fraudsters who sent me the same message like, six times with 4 different usernames attached AS ANONS. Why as anons if they have their own blogs and could send the messages that way? SIMPLE AGAIN: because if they're not logged into the blog accounts, you could have whole teams of people copying and pasting these anon asks to various Tumblr users constantly, and you can probably just bypass the ask limits by changing VPNs or going incognito or something. This is a DEDICATED scam. Is it a bot? MAYBE! But that also would explain some of why it doesn't work *while logged in* to the blog accounts — because being anon probably makes it easier to focus on volume.
While we're on the subject of the incredible gullibility some people display on these scams, I'd just like to remind everyone that most online scams these days are being run out of massive scam farms, which often employ human trafficking.
Falling for these isn't just an 'oopsy doopsy, you're out some money' sort of a thing. If you send money to obvious scammers and if you platform obvious scammers, you are very likely directly financially supporting modern day slavery. That's not an exaggeration, and I'm not being alarmist. Please read any of these articles on the subject if you don't believe me:
Tens of thousands of people from across Asia have been coerced into defrauding people in America and around the world out of millions of dol
A man was abducted by a Chinese gang and forced to work in a scam operation. He gathered financial information, photos and videos and shared
Traffickers are forcing thousands of people from across Asia to work in online scam centres.
Myanmar youth recount life inside a cyber-scam mill before a city’s fall brought the scheme crashing down.
This is what you are supporting when you send these people money. It's not a neutral act to give to these scammers; it's a horrible, evil act, because in most cases, it directly supports horrific exploitation. And if you really were fooled? If you gave to one of these scammers and you really had no idea what you were probably supporting? Then I'm sorry, but digging your heels in and insisting that the lies you were fed are the truth helps no one. Take your blinders off and face reality, and start doing better.
This whole scenario is a really prime example of a phenomenon that probably has a proper name elsewhere, but I personally call Race to the Binary.
Step 1: an appalling atrocity happens, and victims of it ask for aid. We're all on board.
Step 2: Scammers pop up pretending to be those victims. A few users step forward to vet requests, to try to filter for genuine victims.
Step 3: the race begins. Some people, used to associating things like poor English and young accounts with scams, assume that most of these victims are therefore scammers, and the vetters are either incompetent or in on it.
Step 4: the race diverges. Other people recognise that these "tells" are just as easily symptoms of non-English speakers who are making hasty blogs under unimaginable circumstances, and so conclude that claiming a victim is a scammer on the basis of their English is actually racist.
Step 5: the race concludes. These two groups repeat their points so many times that they gallop in opposite directions until they reach the binary poles of this particular spectrum. Group 1: absolutely none of these accounts are genuine. It's all scams, and only stupid gullible babies would ever think otherwise. Group 2: saying a single one of these accounts is a scam is a racist denial of the very genocide itself that they're facing and only a simpering fascist would think so.
This happens all the time in all fields on all subjects and in every corner of humanity. But that's what's happening with the random accusation of genocide denial on this post. That is someone who reached their binary pole, and now even the suggestion that scammers might be posing as genuine victims - a thing that is literally, definitely happening, which is why we needed the vetting in the first place - is somehow twisted into a claim that there's no genocide.
Anyway - OP is right. And there's been a huge uptick in these, so for fucks sake, pay attention and learn the signs.
I think I have pt 2 of the Suna crashout finished, but IDK if I wanna leave it on another cliffhanger. If I do the last part will probably be fairly short. Or I can just combine parts 2 and 3 and make it maybe abt 1000ish words longer than part 1. asdfjoisdjfiod I feel like I'm over thinking this. I also am fighting my sleeping meds right now so maybe I should try to sleep on it and decide tomorrow. If anyone has a preference or an idea on which would be better pls let me know I'm indecisive. :(
PLS CONTINUE THE FRNDS TO PATHETICALLY IN LOVE SUNAAAAAA ITS RLLY GOOD
Thank you so much! I'm so happy that you like it 💗
I am definitely going to continue it! I'm hoping to have part 2 out by Friday, i have to decide if I want reader with an existing character in Canon or just a nobody for the plot.
I haven't written in forever, so sorry if this is rough. However, it's late and I'm thinking about friends to pathetically in love Suna so....
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As teens neither of you really notice that he likes you, or that there is anything more than friendship. It was circumstance that brought you together. You happened to be his first desk mate after he moved to Hyogo, and you were friendly at that. You offered snacks during breaks, shared your notes when he needed it, and made an effort without pushing his boundaries. It was kinda just one of those friendships that happen at that age. A mixture of proximity and the fact that overall you two just mesh well. It was a refreshing ease compared to everything that Suna had to get used to after moving. You were like a railing on a particularly steep set of stairs, sturdy and there to keep him from falling.
He didn’t treat you much different from his other friends, so it wasn’t like either of you could ever know there was more to it. You slowly became a part of the volleyball team’s circle, and Suna was an occasional guest star in your own little group of friends when time allowed. Only people who really paid attention to the middle blocker’s mannerisms would notice. Which out of the people around him, would most likely be Kita. At some point Suna unconsciously started to be more aware of your presence. He’d always greet you quickly when you walked into a room, not even needing to look up to know it’s you, but he always did. He’s not a particularly flashy player, nor does he care much about standing out anyways. He’s an excellent blocker, of course, but compared to the twins he was fine being in the background a bit. Kita noticed at some point, if you happened to be at a practice, Suna would try a little harder. Suna wouldn’t try to slack off and go unnoticed, he’d put in more work. Kita doesn’t think he’s aware of it even, seeing you all interact. He has no interest in getting involved in his underclassman's love life anyways. But he does make a point to tell you to come to as many games as your schedule would allow, citing that it’s good for team morale. You tell Suna, glowing at the prospect that Kita might like you, meaning just as a person. Neither of you notice how your choice of words makes Suna briefly scowl.
When you graduate you make him promise to save his second button for you, other girls would misunderstand if he gave it away frivolously you’d tease. He agrees, but he asks for your nametag in exchange, his second button is very valuable. Atsumu makes a big deal out of this, teasing Suna thinking that you two are finally flirting. However, you both dismiss his claims, drawing a line that you are just friends. You promise to stay in touch, and you move onto college. It’s not until around this time that Suna starts to realize maybe all of that ribbing you guys endured in high school wasn’t for nothing. You invite him out to a freshman welcoming party when you’re both old enough to drink. You tell him you’re nervous, an upperclassman from your department is a little too friendly so he’s there to buffer for you. Suna is fine with this, it isn’t the first time the two of you have done this for one another after all. There were lots of girls who used to try to give you confession letters for him back in the day. On his request you always turned them down, saying you weren’t comfortable getting involved but really it was Suna’s hope that they wouldn’t have the courage to give it to him themselves. It’s your first time drinking together, and he can immediately tell what you were worried about. He arrives a little later than he wanted to, stuck at practice. You’ve already had enough to drink to make your cheeks flush, but the older man next to you keeps pouring more into your cup. Too kind to refuse, you take cautious sips, trying to eat in between each one. The man next to you puts an arm around your shoulder, and it makes Suna’s stomach do a weird lurch that he’s never really felt before. He’s over to your side in a second, towering over the man in his seat. You’re too drunk to notice the dangerous, some might say possessive, look in his eyes as he stares down the man. You’re too happy to see your friend, reaching for him like a lifeline. He sits beside you, pulling your seat closer to his and taking the drinks for you. The man doesn’t bother you for the rest of the night, grumbling that you should have said something if you had a boyfriend. Unlike before, he doesn’t correct him, and you’re too drunk and relieved to hear the remark.
After that night it becomes increasingly clear to Suna that his feelings for you go way beyond friendship. In fact, it kinda keeps him up at night as he tries to trace back when these feelings even started. It embarrasses him that it’s taken this long to figure himself out. He cringes thinking about his behavior in his youth, how in hindsight he always wanted to be next to you. The jealousy was always there, and he was way less insistent to any boys who asked him about your relationship that there wasn’t anything going on. He liked that just being your friend meant that most of them didn’t even bother trying. The few that did didn’t last long anyways. You had a few boyfriends in high school, sure, but you could never figure out why they didn’t last. Suna used to think it was just because you had shit taste in men. But looking back with this new lens, he realized he wasn’t exactly the friendliest to your boyfriends. He was quick to establish that he knew you better, that he was your favorite and he wasn’t going anywhere. He remembered one boyfriend got you chocolate covered almonds as a gift, setting them on your desk as a surprise. He snatched them up, and gave the man a disappointed once over. “She can’t eat almonds, she’s allergic. You don’t even know that about your own girlfriend?” Another memory that made him grip his face in frustration. But he was always doing that, telling others what you liked, or didn’t like as if it were something to brag about that he knew and they didn’t. So fucking childish of him, fuck.
When he asks the twins if they knew, the both exchange a look before laughing in his face. Another thing to add to his long list of embarrassing moments. Atsumu laments that it took him long enough to open his eyes, how he thought it would never happen. Osamu is a bit less annoying about it, but does offer a very blunt, “I always just thought ya were just a coward and acted like nothin was goin on between ya.” Although he didn’t appreciate the delivery, it did make him think. Was that what he was doing all this time? Maybe he just didn’t want to risk rejection. Afterall, losing you kinda meant losing his security blanket. Maybe subconsciously he suppressed his feelings, rationalized them, and tucked them away because it was easier. Was he even ready to let go of that now? It’s not like you saw each other much, holding onto your close friendship would already be hard enough. Did he have the time to commit to giving you a fulfilling relationship? Would you even want that from him? He would think back to all the times you easily brushed off rumors of the two of you dating. Even painfully, pathetically even, remembered a few times that you laugh at the mere idea of it.
What if you just saw him as your good pal Suna? Just good ol’ Rintaro, oh that middle blocker I knew back in high school he was such a hoot! It made him spiral just thinking about what your impression of him was. He’d never worried about what you thought of him. If you thought he was handsome, or cool, or maybe even just briefly thought you’d like to date someone like him one day. He’d always just been content that you guys were friends. What if you thought of him as a brother?! He didn’t think he would be able to emotionally recover from that. What if this made you distance yourself? Could he even handle that much? Now that he was aware of it, he wanted more of you. He’s selfish, he can’t help that. He’s always liked that you were special to each other. Now he had to accept the bitter realization that you were always far more special to him than he was to you. How could he even act normal around you now? All he could think about was you. How pretty you are, kind, smart, funny, everything he wanted. He found himself looking at old photos, stalking your socials a bit. It couldn’t hurt, right? He didn’t get to fully experience the lovesick teenager part of this crush when it was actively happening, he was just making up for lost time.
It almost sickens him how quick he is to reach for his phone when he gets a little popup that you posted a new story. He hovers over the view button, before he wouldn’t have hesitated, but now he kinda worries if you’d think he was creepy if he watched it too quickly. After a minute he figures it’s safe, and he clicks on the little icon of your smiling face. Suna’s stomach does that weird lurch again, only this time it’s visceral, it lingers like a small beast trying to claw up his chest to his heart. There on his small screen is a simple picture, two hands, fingers interlocked together. A small little caption accompanying the offensive image, as if he needed more clarification of this disaster. “Is this what they call a soft launch?”
