So it’s just another day on tumblr when a beloved mutual suddenly DMs you (or a random stranger) claiming that someone impersonated you and has scammed them out of $900 be it art or crypto. They tell you they’ve accidentally reported you by mistake and that the only way to clear up this issue is to contact someone on discord. They even show a screenshot claiming your account was reported for fraudulent activity and action must be taken within 24hrs or else your blog will be terminated. You just need to contact the “official” report dispute discord account in a timely manner and clear everything up!
You panic! You don’t want to lose your blog so you immediately DM the discord account who begins asking you questions before ultimately asking you to change your email address to theirs so they can ‘fix’ the flag on your account. All is well, and you assume that the false report is going to be cleared up…Right?
Unfortunately no. That’s not what happens.
You get locked out of your account and now the scammer logs in as you and starts to send the same message to anyone and everyone they find. The same message that now you accidentally reported the receiver and you need them to contact the same discord account to repeat the same process over and over again and you yourself seem to have no way of accessing your blog to stop the phishing. But don’t fear! You can fix this! Just contact the real support email and let them know you’ve been hacked and give them any information they may ask to confirm your the real owner of the blog.
Here are things to keep in mind:
- There is no official report dispute discord account ran by tumblr that isn’t a thing and has never been.
- Any discord account claiming to an official tumblr report dispute staff account is a scammer.
- You do not need to ever contact Discord for a tumblr related issue no matter how official the screenshot looks.
- This scam can affect anyone, even your friends. Keep them informed and if you can contact them offsite to let them know they’ve been hacked please do so they can get their account back faster.
☆Just a cosy moodboard for Hank as a CG I think he would be well aware of age regression and be more than happy to accommodate any little one that may cross his path ♡
A/n: Can y'all tell I'm starting to read gray? This is NOT BETA READ. Full fic will be posted in here and AO3 within this week. This take place during the van days era. If your have a problem with RPF then please don't read it!
He wanted to run
He wanted to feel his feet thudding against the ground. The soles of his feet, the slide against his mix-match socks. The friction created between the fabric and the sole of his worn converse. Wisps of air hitting heels through the holes he’d bored on the bottom of them. The pulsing of his heart syncing to each step, being a metronome for his body. Like a soldier, marching into intimate death.
But Pete was no soldier.
He wasn’t marching to fight against the powers of evil. He wasn’t sacrificing himself for the greater good. He wasn’t a hero in anyone’s story. Pete was fighting, but not for anyone.
He wanted to run away.
Where to? He didn’t know.
These thoughts curled around him, filling the cargo van like smoke. Black, suffocating, smoke. The kind that drowns, forcing it way down your lungs.
But Pete was paralyzed with a fire extinguisher dangling in front of him.
He should put it out- but he can’t.
All this ruminated within his head while his band mates slept around him.
The sun had already begun to rise, cold rays of light peaking through their crude excuse for curtains- a few T-shirts Andy found, Joe rolling up the window to keep them up.
They had played a show only a few hours before. Yet the life of a musician leds to a flip in circadian rhythm. Sleep, play, party, repeat. Eating being a once every few day kind of thing. Pete had gotten pretty used to watching the sun rise before bed.
He should be sleep as well, they had another show that evening, he needed to take care of himself if he wanted to keep this gig up. (Did he want to keep this gig up?)
Pete sighs, turning his back towards the window.
He wanted to go home.
He missed his house, his street, his city.
Everything just felt the same in _____ , USA.
His face felt hot, blood boiling in his head.
He didn’t want to cry
But he couldn’t help it, tears rolling down his face against his will. Wishing his can take them back.
“shit, shit, shit, SHIT.”
He was slipping
He thought that part of him was gone, the famous Pete Wentz didn’t have time for little Petey anymore.
His band didn’t even know Petey.
The panic sent him spiraling further (and quicker) into little space.
Petey had most definitely had enough of being placed aside, he needed out now- tracks for him.
Silent tears turned into fat drops racing down his face. Heavy breaths frowning scarily close to sobs. He was terrified and alone.
Petey tried so hard to keep quiet, he couldn’t let the band, his band, see him completely… helpless.
But Petey could only be quiet for so long, and boy was he already tired of being quiet in the first place.
Petey broke
Sobs leaking from his mouth, tears (and now snot) pooling on the plastic van floor beneath. Petey pressed his hoodie; which he was using as a pillow, hard against his face, attempting to muffle his cries.
They band rotates who sleeps where when they have to sleep in the van. Two guys could fit in the back on the floor. It was Pete and Patrick’s turn tonight.
Petey hadn’t noticed that Patrick was beginning to stir next to him. Petey’s own squirming bumping his body against Patrick’s.
Patrick was considered a great sleeper by everyone he knew, he size letting him easily curl up and snooze anywhere he was.
Maybe Patrick's body subconsciously knew there was trouble or the cramp spacing didn’t let his brain go into REM sleep; but a few bumps from Petey was all it took to awaken Patrick.
Patrick woke with a cut off snore, lifting his head with his eyes still closed. Arms reaching out, palms petting the floor in a blind search for his glasses. Knowing he reached his prize by the feeling of smooth, hard plastic against the callouses of his fingertips.
Grogaliy putting the frame on his face, Patrick rolled to face the older man snug against him. Petey still has not noticed his presence. Patrick observed as Petey's shoulders shook with every cry.
Patrick knew the last thing Pete would be willing to do is break down in front of them. Don’t get him wrong, Pete still had his moments, but kept them hidden like a wounded dog. Maybe because he was the oldest or because he already had a following before Fall Out Boy. One thing he knew for a fact though was,
Pete DID NOT cry in front of him.
Patrick thought about just turning back around and minding his own business, but there was something about the way Pete Sounded that felt different from the angry cries he would hear from outside hotel rooms after shows. He felt it in his bones, Pete was distressed.
With a timid hand, Patrick reached out and grazed Pete on the back,
“Pete, are you okay?” Pete flinced, hard.
“Oh no.’’ echoned throughout his head. He was caught.
Petey did what he knew to do best. He was gonna run.
Patrick didn’t know what Pete was going to do. At most he thought he would tell him to fuck off, maybe say nothing at all. He wasn’t expecting Pete to book it.
Petey took no time at all to get up and go. It is honestly impressive how quick he could squeeze his way through their equipment to the back door of their van. Patrick had hardly blinked before Pete was running off to nowhere. Where was he even going to go?
Patrick shook off his bewilderment and (Clumsily) made his way through their equipment, heading out the open door before quietly shouting. Part of him was grateful for choosing to not get shitfaced along with Joe and Andy, because somehow through all the commotion in the back they were sleeping like babies in the front. They had parked at a local park for the night, so Patrick hoped that Pete would stay in the park. Off he went to chance down the older man.
note: ensure that you are aware of the interactions between your favourite drink and your medication. avoid alcohol entirely, as well as caffeine, and any other potential interactive beverages.
as someone who needs to fix their sleep schedule now that classes are returning here are some tips that work for me !
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🐚 schedule when your sleep time will be
🐚 finish all your night routine
🐚 make warm milk
🐚 make sure to put away cluster things to the side or keep them somewhere we dont want obstacles when rolling asleep !
🐚 turn on fan or ac if hot and if its cold wrap yourself in a blankie
🐚 cuddle time with your cg or fic cg if there is
🐚 play lullabies , someone reading a story theres lots in YouTube! it helps me so much
🐚 get comfy and gather all plushies around you
🐚 if theres loud noises or bright lights around your area hide your head under the covers or stuff your head with pillows , it works for me most of the time ehe but ear muffs are more suitable
my favorite insect fact ever is that nocturnal dung beetles can actually see the milky way and even use it in order to navigate! i think thats so crazy to think about!!
dung beetles are my favorite beetles ever, but i dont really share that because people think theyre gross. i hope this allows other people to see how cool they actually are! i also love seeing them fly theyre so sick and rad.
this one goes out to regressors with "scary" disorders that affect your regression!
: to regressors that hallucinate when regressing!
: to regressors that experience delusions, be they comforting or terrifying!
: to regressors with personality disorders!
: to regressors with cluster b pds!
: to regressors with lesser known or talked about pds!
: to psychotic regressors!
: to regressors that throw tantrums because of their disorders!
: to regressors that are systems!
: to regressors who reclaim the evil and scary stereotypes!
: to regressors who don't reclaim the stereotypes!
you aren't less loved because you have mentally illnesses. your regression isn't any less valid because you have mental illness. you're always welcomed in my fort.
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