Please read, as there's a lot of things being said about myself and others by one persistent loser.
All anonymous messages are being sent by one user who is critically mentally unwell and is very obviously at-risk. Please contact me for full details regarding her, I can give you the information to make police reports as needed re: her address, union and employer. I do not like her as a person, but I am concerned for her safety and the safety of others around her.
First, my name is Ian. I'm a trans man. I write and draw. Alternate socials as follow:
FurAffinity: makopins
AO3/Fanfiction.net/Wattpad: theboysfromaustin (Only AO3 is active)
GingaBoard: Ian
Discord: theboysfromaustin
Pillowfort: theboysfromaustin
YouTube: CenTexNightscapes
First off: let me apologize to anyone this psychotic imbecile has harassed.
So, to explain, I and multiple other people in the Ginga community are being harassed by one Kelsey Sydorenko. I was once "friends" with her - massive mistake there. Her GingaBoard names were KremlinJill and Sonichu (now deleted by admin.). Her Tumblr usernames have included lithiumblessin and moviledreamer, and the latest was lithiumcommune, which is now deleted because Kelsey is a coward and she's hiding on multiple other shells now. Tumblr staff has done nothing to address this despite multiple reports over the months.
She celebrates rape and suicide attempts, as well as the death of loved ones. She accused people of pedophilia and zoophiliia (ironic, given she has stated she buys plush toys for her cat to fuck), and is a racist and ableist. She's severely mentally unwell and potentially off her meds. She is known to be bipolar and has borderline personality disorder. She is an ardent supporter of the IDF and advocates the Gaza genocide.
Her behavior has been consistently aggressive, noted by multiple people in the Ginga community. She claims to be queer but is extremely homophobic and transphobic. Wrap your head around that one - I can't. She lacks any sort of reading comprehension and can't figure out context clues and probably couldn't explain the plot of 'Hop on Pop' if you asked her. She also does not understand things like 'humor' or 'sarcasm' or you know, basic concepts like 'not being a massive cunt.'
She hides on anon because like a cat sitting behind a sheer curtain, she thinks she's invisible. You're not. We fucking see you. I've attached some choice screenshots of things she's sent to me as well as @raine-of-auroria
Gav sighed, leaning his head on the car window. His dress shirt was rumpled, the first few buttons undone. Ian gently squeezed his leg, “Talk to me, Twizzler.” “I just cost you more money…” “You slipped.” “I broke my ankle slipping on a banana peel! Like some sort of cartoon character.” “That's what insurance is for. All of us have had our trips to the ER….multiple trips. But I do believe this is a record for earliest in the year we've hit our deductible.” “Yeah, and now I'm in a cast for the next eight weeks.” Ian stopped at a light, leaning over to kiss Gav's cheek, “Now I have an excuse to carry you up and down the stairs. Same as I did Kazuo after the accident…and when he fractured his ankle carrying me…and when he broke his shoulder.”
“It just seems like I fuck up a lot…this, the dog bite, the gallbladder….when I insisted on bringing the kitten home…”
Ian was quiet for a moment, observing the dejected-looking redhead, then signaled, turning into a parking lot just off I-35. Gav looked at him, confused, “What are you doing?” “Hungry?” “Well…yeah, but…” “C’mon. I'll help you in.” Gav was preoccupied by his foot as Ian helped him from the car, “Wait, crutches…” “I got ‘em. Careful now, we’ll go slow.”
The redhead watched his feet, unused to using crutches. It was only when they entered the restaurant that Gav realized where he was - someplace he hadn't been in almost 6 years, “This is…”
“This is where you joined our family.”
The Denny's hadn't changed much, and they got seated in the same booth, the restaurant empty. Ian scooted in next to Gav, arm around his shoulders. Gav rested his head on Ian's upper arm, “Been a long time since then.” “Kazuo pulled me into the bathroom and convinced me you needed rescuing.”
“I don't know what I would have done if you guys hadn't stopped. I might have just been another unclaimed body.” “I wasn't going to keep driving, and Kazuo wouldn't have let me.” Their waitress appeared and they gave their orders - steak and eggs for Gav, French Toast Slam for Ian. Plus a chocolate shake for each. “Same food order as that day,” Ian rubbed Gav’s side.
“You don't…regret it, do you? Taking me in?”
“Of course not!” Ian looked horrified, “I could never regret something like that. I love you, Gav.” “I'm sorry, it's just…I still have all these issues. It was kind of hard to readjust and learn to live with people who love me and don't treat me like a burden.” “I know. You were scared, but you wanted to be accepted. You put in a lot of work to get to where you are.”
“I know it was hard for Anders to call me his dad…”
Ian remembered. Anders had challenged him about bringing ‘a stranger' into the house. Ian had had to remind him that he'd been a stranger who’d been taken in, as was Kazuo. “He asked me why I take in strays. I told him that I was raised Catholic, and in my family, that meant to help others, to do the Christ-like thing. I've kept that philosophy all through my life, why be a lawyer if I'm not helping those in need?”
“I wish more lawyers were like you.” “I wish more lawyers realized our job is to help people.” Gav leaned heavily into Ian, exhausted by the day, “....This is the same ankle Victoria broke.” “The doctor did warn you it might be weaker,” Ian remembered Gav’s first medical appointment, where among vaccinations, he’d also been prescribed a dewormer.
“Yeah. Guess I've been lucky all these years. Glad I didn't break it on the street. Wouldn't have survived that.” Ian pulled him closer, troubled deeply by that thought.
“...Do you think they even think about me now? Or have any sort of remorse?”
Ian shook his head, “People like your parents and sister…they’re too far gone to feel compassion. And…honestly, I don't know they would have let you live too much longer, considering…” Ian knew that Victoria finding Gav’s stash of gay material had led to him permanently leaving home. “I think you're right…but then, they were looking for me…they found me, came after me…”
“And we sent them packing.” “Thank you for that. I can't think of a good reason for why they were trying to take me back…” “We weren't about to let you find out.” Gav perked up as their drinks arrived, taking a big slug of his shake, “Thank you. I feel better.” “Get some food in you, go home and rest…you'll start feeling okay again.” “So, what do you think Kazuo and Anders are up to?”
“Those two together? I'm willing to bet they got lunch, probably being total mallrats. Wouldn't be shocked if one of them showed up with a new tattoo. Haven't heard from them since the last time I texted…”
Anders stared at the aisle of boxes, “So, you know what he has?” “Yeah. Get him a few sets, he's gonna be off his feet for a while,” Kazuo scanned the boxes of Lego, “If Ian hadn't brought me art supplies while I was healing, I would have gone nuts.” “What does he like?” “Challenging stuff. Attention to detail.”
Anders nodded, “Um…can I tell you something?” “Of course! I'm your dad, you can tell me anything.” Anders sighed, “I'm getting promoted. To supervisor.” “What?” Kazuo spun around, “That's wonderful!” “I'm nervous. I'll be responsible for a lot more. People and planes.” “You've been there what - about three years?” “Yeah. They like how calm I am, how decisive, how I react in emergencies. I think it was my handling of a runway incursion that was the deciding factor.”
Kazuo looped his arm around his son, “I'm so fuckin' proud of you, kid. When are you gonna tell the others?” “I don't know. I told you first because you're the easiest to talk to.” “What? I am?” Anders pulled his father close, ruffling his hair, “Yesssss, and that's the only time I'll admit it. You don't overthink things and worry like grandma Maureen and dad Ian and dad Gav….well, conversation isn't always his strong suit, but that's just how he is.” “Well, you'll be getting a celebratory dinner, that's for sure.”
“Oooh, does that mean hotpot?” “If that's what you want, big man,” Kazuo studied his son, “Hard to believe that you came to us so suddenly.” “And what a shithead I was,” Anders shook his head. “It's because of you guys that…that I'm doing the job that I want to do. Also I think we should get the Fire Brigade and the Grand Emporium. If he's in a hard cast, he's going to need to be off his feet.”
“An overly-indulgant man after my own heart. You are my kid,” Kazuo hugged his boy, “C’mon, I'm sure Ian and Gav will be on their way home.”
Ian leaned back in the driver's seat, “How's your leg feel?” “Hurts. But I'm not hungry.” “We’ll get you home, get you settled on the couch. I'll walk Martha, because I know she'll drag Kazuo down the street.” “Thank you, Ian.” The older man pulled Gav close, kissing the top of his head, “You're welcome, lovely. You'll be back on your feet in no time at all.” “I hope so.”
“There he is, my bum leg buddy!”
Kazuo opened Gav's car door, taking his hand, “I got ya. Lean on me, lover boy.” “Take it easy on me,” Gav balanced on one foot. Ian grabbed Gav’s crutches, “Careful now.” “Down with this sort of thing?” Anders leaned on the door leading into the kitchen. Ian grinned at his son, “And what did you two get up to today?” “Oh, y’know “ Anders stretched, “Shopping. I got a promotion.”
“That's good, that's - wait, what??”
“You're looking at the new supervisor.” “Hey, congratulations!” Gav took his crutches from Ian. Martha poked her head out the door, staring at Gav. “Hey, good girl. Ian's gonna be taking you for walks for a while.” Her tail thumped against the doorframe as she turned back inside to settle on the kitchen floor with a sigh. Gav groaned softly as he thanked his way inside, immediately perking up seeing the Lego boxes on the table, “Oh, you guys are spoiling me.”
“You need to be spoiled,” Ian leaned down, planting a kiss on his cheek. “We wanted to give you something productive to do while you heal,” Anders ruffled his hair, “Settle in, off your feet.” Gav sat himself carefully down. It felt good to take the pressure off his feet, the cast weighing heavily on him. “Did you two eat?” Ian set a kettle on the stove, getting ready to make tea. “Yeah, we got Pappasito’s.” “We got Denny’s,“ Gav set to work opening up the Grand Emporium set, “Just like the first day.”
Anders settled in at another chair, Kazuo following suit. He decided to wait to break the news of his promotion and just enjoy time with his family. It could wait, right now, he needed to be there for his dad. Gav had been there for him. All his dads had. “So, how’d you break it?” Kazuo used his teeth to pop open a 7 Up. Gav shook his head, “You won't believe it. Banana peel.” “Ah, a classic,” Anders shook his head.
“Might be the most embarrassing injury any of us has sustained,” Gav tore open a plastic baggie. “Noooo, there was the time Ian twisted his ankle because his leg fell asleep from sitting on the toilet,” Kazuo smirked at Ian. “Okay, but you wiped out skateboarding down Mount Bonnell,” Anders pointed out.
“I only got a little scraped up!” “You're lucky that's all that happened,” Ian took the kettle off the stove, “How do you feel, Gav?” “Better. Pain meds are kicking in real good.” “Good. You'll feel better soon.” Gav nodded - he did. He was lucky. His leg would heal properly this time, and he had his family to support him through it and he teared up, quickly wiping his eyes.
Ian is the only one of the group that really enjoys camping and hiking.
Kazuo is from Chicago. He does not mesh with the great outdoors
Gav...well, the reason is obvious.
Anders was forced into Boy Scouts and "it was a total dork parade", rich coming from Mr. Autistic About Airplanes.
Ian tries. He wants to go out into the woods and desert and wander. He camped all the time as a boy and to try and hit some middle ground, he rents a cabin way out in the Hill Country closer to San Antonio.
The place is nothing like the photos. It's derelict. The lights don't work all the time. It's full of bugs and the fridge is full of mold and a carton of milk of indeterminate age. Ian tries to make the best of it. Anders immediately dubs it "Kamp Krusty." Kazuo almost falls into an uncovered well. Martha immediately attempts to run back to civilization. Gav brings up the films Cabin Fever and The Cabin in the Woods.
Wade was in the living room, lounging in an armchair with a magazine. Gav was on the couch, Martha resting next to him, idly flipping through TV channels. Kazuo, in true Kazuo fashion, strode into the living room and immediately tripped on the edge of the rug, landing heavily on the floor with a yelp. Gav looked up, “So graceful.” Wade leaned forward, setting down his magazine, “You okay?”
“I…I can't feel my left arm or leg!”
Kazuo's reply was tinged with panic, immediately activating Wade’s Paramedic Sense, which was like Spider-sense for people who get bled and puked on. Wade jumped up and immediately rushed to Kazuo's side, “Don't move. Let me look you over.” “Can't…feel them…I…” “Shit,” Wade swore, looking Kazuo over, deeply focused. So much so that he didn't realize what Kazuo had said.
Gav sat up, “Wade.” “We might need…” “Wade, he's fucking with you.” “What?” The paramedic turned to the redhead. “Wade…that little fucker doesn't have a left arm or leg.” “He…wait…” Wade glanced down, “Kazuo, you absolute turd -” Kazuo bounced up, planting a kiss on Wade’s cheek, “My hero, I'm cured!” Cackling, he took off upstairs.
Wade looked to Gav, “So…is that a common occurrence?” “Him falling or him fucking with us? The answer to both is ‘yes.’” “Well “ Wade stood, shaking his head, “At least it's just one guy and not an entire ambulance crew engaging in shenanigans.” Gav made a face, “Well…one Kazuo is equal to about five people engaging in chaos. Apparently he was worse as a teenager.” “Wonderful,” Wade flinched as a crash sounded from upstairs, “So, uh…”
I can now confirm that I have the genetics for Sasquatch back. I thought it was the lighting but no. I'm getting a man of hair across my shoulders and down my spine.
Testosterone is wild, "You keep your head hair short because it's thick and you overheat easily? Cool. You're now a Bigfoot."
Where's that tweet about how American chants are "let's go [team name] and some other country (Irish?) fans are "I've made up a song about the other team's drinking problem to the tune of London Bridge Is Falling Down one two three"?
Gav and Val had a weird sort of Belle and Sebastien thing going on but instead of a boy and his Great Pyrenees going around France and Spain helping people, it's a 5 foot 4 malnourished homeless teenager and his Saint Bernard mix with gigantism trying to survive with a pack of dogs in Detroit.
“I have something important to tell you but can’t message u pls message me ” - accidentally reported you scam
“I love your story and want to illustrate it dm me at discord” - commissioner scam
“I saw your post looking for artists to draw (x) and would love to draw it it sounds like a lovely idea and im an artist” - commissioner scammer who DM’d you when you didn’t ask
“Did you send me this link for free tumblr premium?” - accidentally reported you scam
“ your account is limited please kindly verify at (scam link)” - verification scam
I am wanting to get back into urbex so it's only a matter of time before I blunder into some poison ivy. Which I am extremely allergic to. Think Wade Wilson post-mutation.
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