Trevor is my life • Head over heels



Hello!! I’m in need of a HUGE signal boost right now (and maybe a big reporting session) because my best friend is being blackmailed by her ex boyfriend. 

I’m not exactly sure what I’m supposed to put here, but I feel like this should be a warning for anyone who knows him and just a general informative thing. Jacob lives in Australia and is 16 years of age. They’ve had a very unhealthy relationship and he’s threatened sending out her nudes multiple times. Jacob is very manipulative and emotionally abusive towards her and even ends up pulling me and her other friends into not being able to do anything because it’ll end up hurting her. He’s made around 7 Twitter accounts to contact my friend in the times that she was trying to get out of the relationship.

In the picture above, he’s posted her nudes and threatened her.


His Twitter accounts all start with @/neinthousand but the one that was most recently used was: @/neinthousand12 (but it was apparently deleted)

His Facebook account is:Jacob R Hynes, and he has more but I am unable to find them. They’re under Jacob Hynes and the like.

********** UPDATES!!! **********

First, we thought we had a compromise. 

Then this happened not even a minute after:

PLEASE CONTINUE REBLOGGING THIS. My friend is only 15 years of age and this is absolutely horrible. We’re getting ahold of local authorities but if you see the pictures anywhere (namely twitter) REPORT THEM IMMEDIATELY.



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why the fuck does everyone in the purge movies want to kill people if crime was legal i’d find a way to erase my student debt and also probably steal a bunch of new clothes



They should put prizes in tampon boxes, be like yeah your period sucks but here’s 50% off of some icecream.

no no you don’t understand what a good marketing scheme this is

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Your best friend who moved away last year has returned to your hometown.  You plan a nice indoor picnic for you to reconnect and have some fun.  They call, tired, explaining how long the drive was and how they “really wanted to but have to reschedule.”

Carefully, you place the cheese platter and the salami back in your fridge, having to make room by throwing out half of your own birthday cake from last Wednesday.  You worry that the half-cake now in your trash can will attract ants but realize that there is nothing you can do about it because the garbage-men don’t come for another four days.

It’s midday and you wish your friend was here so you could remember what fun times you used to have.  Shaking the feeling off, you head outside and start walking through your neighborhood.  It’s fall and severely windy.  You shiver through the gusts and embrace the sun’s gaze.  You wish you had brought your jacket to put over your plain grey sweatshirt. 

A lady walking a dog passes by you.  You make room for her and her pup, moving uneasily to the grass as the dog yelps at your feet.  You want to say Good Afternoon, establish some sort of human connection, even to a stranger, but she has already moved past you.  The cold covers up the terrible feeling in the pit of your stomach.

Upset at yourself for the terrible decision to walk without a coat, you turn around awkwardly at the street corner and head back home.  Several minutes pass until you again spot the lady walking her dog.  She approaches you, and for the first time you miraciously have the confidence to take a long look at her face.  She is smiling genuinely.  You smile back.  You kneel to pet her dog.  It’s your favorite breed and you tell her that.  She smiles again, introduces herself and you do the same.  The sun bursts through the clouds and your phone vibrates from deep within your pocket.  It’s your old friend and they have changed their mind, now ready to come over to your place, if that’s alright with you.