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squeakysucrose.bsky.social
Well Well, it seems someone is quite interested~
Go ahead, I have nothing to hide~
*My Crotch was smooth and null~*
January 3, 2026 at 12:46 AM
firemarshalbill.bsky.social
"I have nothing to hide," has famously never been said by anyone with something to hide.
January 3, 2026 at 12:31 AM
lavendergay.bsky.social
Which leaves me with the instinct to hide my fandom for Taylor so I don’t have to explain how I like her but it has nothing to do with this NFL waglor barbie narrative and is in direct opposition to that persona…

But there’s no way of getting around it

So now I’m basically closeting as a gaylor 😅
January 2, 2026 at 10:11 PM
ststephensday.bsky.social
🚨BREAKING: NICK SHIRLEY SAYS "I'm religious. I believe in God ... I have nothing to hide."

IT APPEARS NICK SHIRLEY IS HIDING HIS & HIS FAMILY'S FRAUD SCHEME

SHIRLEY IS AN EMPLOYEE OF THE REPUBLICAN PARTY, A PAID MAGA INFLUENCER & HAS CLOSE TIES TO ELON MUSK & PRESIDENT TRUMP
January 2, 2026 at 9:30 PM
armedpropaganda.bsky.social
It's not just "nothing to hide", but like I bet you have "something I don't necessarily think the federal government needs to know".

It's more than just a "political" comment on a website.
northof88.bsky.social Joshua 🙂🙃 @northof88.bsky.social · 11h
Been thinking about this for years. The majority of ppl who blindly contribute and consume social media haven't the slightest idea the depths of details these media giants/government have on us. And it's more than just, " well I have nothing to hide". That's besides the point
January 2, 2026 at 6:48 PM
northof88.bsky.social
Been thinking about this for years. The majority of ppl who blindly contribute and consume social media haven't the slightest idea the depths of details these media giants/government have on us. And it's more than just, " well I have nothing to hide". That's besides the point
January 2, 2026 at 6:28 PM
whewtaewoon.bsky.social
i know other ppl use my kpop feed but a small part of me wants to hide posts about kdh bc it's like every 3rd post. i have nothing against the movie its just like... not what i wanted that feed to be about lol
January 2, 2026 at 6:26 PM
crftwrk.bsky.social
It feels like if you have nothing to hide, there’s no point in trying.

Can I keep calling you Jawz though? I find it fun.
January 2, 2026 at 5:57 AM
shorts15.bsky.social
I can't understand the "we have nothing to hide" mindset, it has to come from a position of privilege and naivety. I met a girl in college who literally had her passcode set to 1111 (I caught it out of the corner of my eye, I wasn't even watching for it...) and she literally said that to me. /1
January 2, 2026 at 4:56 AM
noellepayne.bsky.social
How does it feel to have absolutely nothing to hide? No dirty laundry of misdeeds I’ve done that I haven’t already aired out publicly on the internet?

It feels like FREEDOM!
January 1, 2026 at 11:13 PM
sarahdraws8.bsky.social
Thank you for hosting, and happy New Year! 🎉

I make fantasy/sci-fi creature art.
I also just drew some simple color sketches of the Toruk from Avatar, so I'll QT that.

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Creature Concept: Greek Chimera A pale tan, muscular humanoid lion woman with goat's legs hangs upheld by her long snake tail, which ends with the horned head of a European Adder. The adder breathes smoke, and the lion hold a streaming fireball in her left hand. The other hand is upraised in a flex. The snake tail is covered in polished bronze jewelry, and the lion portion wears nothing but a shawl of goat hide, the back of which has 2 horned goat skulls stitched onto it. Art by @sarahdraws8.bsky.social Creature Concept: Greek Chimera A pale tan, muscular humanoid lion woman with goat's legs hangs upheld by her long snake tail, which ends with the horned head of a European Adder. The adder breathes smoke, and the lion hold a streaming fireball in her left hand. The other hand is upraised in a flex. The snake tail is covered in polished bronze jewelry, and the lion portion wears nothing but a shawl of goat hide, the back of which has 2 horned goat skulls stitched onto it. Art by @sarahdraws8.bsky.social Creature Concepts: Rage and Sorrow the Mechanical Harpies 2 robotic harpies on a grey background. They have long necks with a single rotating joint in the middle, and metallic masks that look like women's faces form their heads. The jaw of these masks is open, and a flamethrower protrudes from Rage's mouth, while a sonic pulse weapon sits in Sorrow's. Bird-like wings made of metal feathers sprout from their backs, and a shawl-like fabric covering that flaps in the wind is fastened to both pairs of wings. Both harpies sport a long, snake-like tail. Sorrow's is tipped with a blade, and Rage's ends in a tube that belches smoke. Art by @sarahdraws8.bsky.social. Creature Concept: Baldhart the Black Flame (fire dragon) A black dragon with a dull red head, neck, and chest faces left. It stands on a bluish mirror-like surface that is lit up with streaks of blue light. Its wings are a purplish tag color, and huge compared with the rest of its body. Its tail is also elongate, and is patterned with rows of spiky barbs that can also be found on its neck. 3 pairs of horns grow from its head, two on the top, and one that curves around like a tusk on the back of its jaw. A short beard of black fur grows from the bottom of its head, longest under the tip of the chin. Art by @sarahdraws8.bsky.social.
January 1, 2026 at 3:19 PM
ghostforest.bsky.social
I almost forgot to post this, one of my favorite poems, by Mark Strand.
THE NEW YEAR It is winter and the new year. Nobody knows you. Away from the stars, from the rain of light, You lie under the weather of stones. There is no thread to lead you back. Your friends doze in the dark Of pleasure and cannot remember. Nobody knows you. You are the neighbor of nothing. You do not see the rain falling and the man walking away, The soiled wind blowing its ashes across the city. You do not see the sun dragging the moon like an echo. You do not see the bruised heart go up in flames, The skulls of the innocent turn into smoke. You do not see the scars of plenty, the eyes without light. It is over. It is winter and the new year. The meek are hauling their skins into heaven. The hopeless are suffering the cold with those who have nothing to hide. It is over and nobody knows you. There is starlight drifting on the black water. There are stones in the sea no one has seen. There is a shore and people are waiting. And nothing comes back. Because it is over. Because there is silence instead of a name. Because it is winter and the new year.
January 1, 2026 at 2:18 PM
joshlawless.bsky.social
2025 was a great year. The best year, everyone is saying it. Epstein files were released and I'm not in it, I have nothing to hide.

*shows almost completely redacted page with only the word Clinton showing* 🤣

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A New Year's message from Donald Trump | This Hour Has 22 Minutes
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January 1, 2026 at 11:46 AM
crescentcaribou.bsky.social
that. actually happened
A screenshot of a tumblr post (part 1/4). Unpretty on March 4th, 2015 says: there was a golden age superman comic where someone called a kit out on clark kent, and so a sniper tried to shoot him while he was out having lunch with lois except he's fucking (italics start) superman (italics end) so the bullets fell off his chest and into his lunch and clark just had to pretend nothing happened and hope lois wouldn't notice that someone just fucking shot him the hitman thinks maybe he just missed and gets ready to shoot him again, but then he's watching through the scope as clark starts to (italics start) eat the fucking bullets (italics end) to hide the fucking evidence, acting like everything is totally normal as he noshes down on lead dude just packs his shit up and leaves town because reporters in this city eat bullets for lunch and he's not fucking with that no way no how unpretty replies to their own post again on July 29th, 2018. They start off with a screenshot of an anonymous ask they got in their inbox. The ask reads "so you made a post ages ago about a scene where Clark Kent has to eat bullets and you said you didn't remember what comic it was in, and IDK if you already found it but the issue is Superman #203" unpretty's reply just says "WHAT" A screenshot of a tumblr post (2/4). Most of it is just a page of a Superman comic, which reads as follows: PANEL 1 Image shows Clark Kent helping a woman in green step over something in front of a restaurant. Yellow box: "Later, at a dock on the other side of the bay..." Clark: "We'll have lunch here, Diana... before we look up the (bold start) long-hair gang! (bold end)" Clark (thinking): "Surely those hoods won't try anything in a crowded restaurant!" PANEL 2 Image shows two people, one of which is an armed gunman aiming at who we can assume to be Superman. Yellow box: "Better not make any bets on that..." Gunman: "I don't know what happened to our torpedo, but now I got a perfect bead on Kent on my telescopic sights. Here goes (bold start) hot lead (bold end) straight at his chest!" Gunman's friend: "And with that silencer, no one'll hear a (bold start) thing! (bold end)" PANEL 3 Image shows Clark eating dinner inside the restaurant with Diana (both in a different outfit). She is looking down at her food. Bullets bounce off of Clark's chest from off-screen and fall into a bowl of food. Diana: "How clever! All patrons are given Chinese Mandarin robes to wear! Which dish are you going to try next, Clark?" Clark (thinking): "Oh, oh! I feel bullets thudding against my chest! The flattened slugs are bouncing onto the table! PANEL 4 Image shows Clark dumping the bowl that the bullets landed in onto his own plate. Clark: "I'll have this one, Diana! I'm crazy about this (bold start) Moo Goo Poo (bold end) with water-chestnuts and pea-pods..." PANEL 5 Image shows a close-up of Clark's mouth as he eats a bullet. Clark (thinking): "... Not to mention "broiled bullets"... (ugh!) I'll have to swallow (bold start) all (bold end) the slugs! IfDiana sees them, she might guess I'm (bold/italics start) Superman (bold/italics end) and that they bounced off of my invulnerable body!" Text from "unpretty" below that reads: "YOU FOUND IT THREE YEARS 150K NOTES" A screenshot of a tumblr post (3/4). Text from the tumblr user "unpretty" continues. "AND FINALLY SOMEONE TOLD ME WHERE TO FIND THE FUCKING PANELS things i misremembered: (start bulletpoint list) * it was silver age * it wasn't lois, it was another, completely different female reporter for some reason * i distinctly remembered the closeup of clark's fucking teeth but misremembered it as being relevant to the story when it waqs actually just. there. the sniper didn't notice and just thought his gun fucked up. (end bulletpoint list) things i just plain did not know because i'd only ever seen the pullet-eating panels and had never read the whole issue: (a single bulletpoint with an image of a comic panel below it) * at this point they had already thrown a grenade and a torpedo at this man The comic panel shows Clark and Diane in a red boat which has been miraculously lifted above the water. A torpedo zips by below them. Diane: "How (bold start) smooth (bold end) the water is now!" Clark (thinking): "Correction! I'm using my (bold start) flying powers (bold end) to lift the whole boat a foot in the air, so the torpedo will zip underneath us!" (another single bulletpoint is below it.) * later they're going to shoot him point-blank and when he disappears they'll assume they were just tripping balls and he was never there at all questions and comments: (bulletpoint list) * why does this restaurant give everyone chinese-looking outfits * what the fuck is moo goo poo * check out this fucking ad A screenshot of a tumblr post (4/4). Most of it is just an old ad, which reads as follows: image of a child holding a toy gun, the words "BRAAP BRA-A-A-AP BRAP BRAP" above it in big red letters. At the top it claims "If you think this gun (underlined) looks great, wait'll you (underlined) hear it!" The blurb about the toy gun at the bottom right reads as follows: "WOW! Here's the most authentic-looking and sounding rifle you've ever seen! Just pull back the cocking lever and this amazing gun is ready to fire. Brap! You can squeeze off single shots. Bra-a-a-ap! Or short bursts. And listen to this! Keep cocking the fantastic M-16 Marauder and you can cut loose with a solid blast almost a whole minute long! Over 50 rounds! And all with the loud, realistic sound of the actual M-16 rifle! and another thing about Mattel's new M-16 -- it doesn't need any caps! No batteries either! You never reload! So get on target. Get Mattel's new M-16 rifle. It's the greatest!" Below that at the bottom of the ad reads: "See and hear Mattel's M-16 Marauder at your nearest toy store today." The tumblr poster just says "1968, everyone" The post's tags read as follows: # original # I ONLY POSTED THIS IN THE HOPES THAT SOMEONE WOULD HAVE THE PANELS # BECAUSE I COULDN'T FIND THEM # AND HERE THEY ARE # AFTER THREE GODDAMN YEARS
January 1, 2026 at 6:59 AM
spdogood.bsky.social
I like that argument. The you have nothing to hide argument also assumes the state agents are all benevolent, impartial, and professional. Law enforcement officers have used their power extrajudicially at times to harass domestic partners among other illegal behavior
January 1, 2026 at 6:09 AM
justiceideology.bsky.social
Clearly, I have nothing to hide from you, Mr. Gojo.

[ Not even true but ok ]
December 31, 2025 at 11:12 PM
davestpaul2.bsky.social
THE 6 MOVIES I HAAAAATED MOST in 2025 #letterboxd

Read My Lips (Sur mes lèvres)
Priceless (Hors de prix)
Nothing to Hide (Le Jeu)
Secret Agents (Agents Secrets ‘04)

[hmmm. me & non-30s/40s/50s/60s/70s French movies clearly have a failure à communiquer]

2ND PL — Shampoo

1ST PL (w/ease) — Nine
December 31, 2025 at 11:07 PM
noesis-challenger.bsky.social
"I don't need to care about privacy because I have nothing to hide." People really need to quit taking this mentality for granted. Do people really want ICE to get their nose up in their business?

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December 31, 2025 at 8:54 PM
nyan-tiger.bsky.social
Why would I need to admit anything the day before the new year? I have (nothing) to hide!
WBW #465
December 31, 2025 at 8:33 PM
viralpique.bsky.social
toidiu

🚀 Read this must-read post from Hacker News 📖 📂 Category: 💡 Main takeaway: "I don't need to care about privacy because I have nothing to hide." is an argument that I have heard countless times. I found this argument difficult to counter in the past, yet deep-down I knew the reasoning was…
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🚀 Read this must-read post from Hacker News 📖 📂 Category: 💡 Main takeaway: "I don't need to care about privacy because I have nothing to hide." is an argument that I have heard countless times. I found this argument difficult to counter in the past, yet deep-down I knew the reasoning was flawed. The problem is that the word "privacy" is dialuted and mean different things to…
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December 31, 2025 at 7:59 PM
davecook.bsky.social
I feel these two posts completely. It’s awful when you peak early for the day and just roll through the rest of it on auto pilot, and you want nothing more than to hide away until the next day.

If there’s a solution to this, I have t found it yet 😑
December 31, 2025 at 12:46 PM
openpodbaydoor.bsky.social
The REAL Epstein hoax is the claim by the 🍊 pedophile that he had nothing to do with Epstein. BTW, I have every right to refer to the 🍊 shitbag as a Pedophile. No innocent person who has nothing to hide goes to such lengths to delay and obstruct the release of files.

youtu.be/juhJLnsNocg?...
OOPS: Turns out there IS NO Epstein hoax
YouTube video by David Pakman Show
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December 31, 2025 at 9:59 AM
gionootsis.bsky.social
JD Vance I have nothing to hide.

As I have seen older videos of you, you have changed.

Why have you stopped trusting in the faith God has prescribed to you?

Why are you certain that rebellion is the truth, and that justice is false?

Wouldn’t you want to live happily with your family? Or do you
December 31, 2025 at 1:11 AM
folktunes.bsky.social
I open the door to the cellar. It creaks on its hinges; a precaution, I tell myself. To give you away should you try to sneak out. I am not yet ready to accept the truth. That the hinges, much like the rest of my opulent manor, are decaying around me. All things here must crumble, except for me. And now you, I suppose. The clinking of chains. No snarls, however. No groans. You seem to have calmed down. Excellent. You were so feisty, infinitely more so than I myself was, when my sire turned me. Many were the nights I had to hunt you down and carry you back, sometimes mid-feed. You made yourself easy to find; your messes hard to clean. I do not blame you. The Beast is hard to tenper, at first. You will learn, as I did. I will teach you, and you will leash your thirst, in time. I step on the cold, damp flagstone of the stairs. The grinding of metal on stone fills our ears as I close the door behind me; you do not respond. You have learned it does you no good. My footsteps echo as I make my way down the staircase, coming to a rest just outside your reach. I am in no danger, of course; your blood is young, and it grants you little strength yet. No, this distance is a small token of respect. One predator to another. I acknowledge your domain, as confined as it is. A glint in your eyes as you glare up at me. That same fierceness I admired in you even before your Embrace. It will serve you well, once tempered. But that is not why I am here today. Enough dawdling. I stride forward, coming up close to you. You no longer recoil, as you did after you first stopped trying to claw and tear at me. You have learned you will not hurt, if you behave. And so, you behave. Obedient. Pliant, like so much clay. A stable foundation to build another regentess of the night from. I run a finger over your chest, tracing it upwards. Over and across your throat, that once held such tempting delicacy for me. Part of me still mourns the loss of colour and warmth in it. The blood. But, when I found you, there in the alley, torn open by a rival, arteries sputtering weakly, I knew you were forever lost to me as prey. This way, at least, I can keep your memory with me for eternity. It would be a lie to say the thought never crossed my mind before. My finger reaches the bottom of your chin. I lift your face up, forcing you to meet my gaze. I can read many emotions behind your eyes. Confusion. Fear. Hatred. Hunger. I grant you the privilege of a small smile, cupping your face in my hand. "I am here to check your growth, my sweet," I purr. The words are scarce above a whisper. With your new hearing, they do not need to be. But you do not understand, of course. Doubtlessly, by now, you have noticed nothing on you grows anymore. You have not needed a shave since the night of your death. Your nails are exactly as trimmed and neat as they have ever since been. Your hair as perfectly modeled as it was when I last saw you alive. Nothing can grow in the dead, after all. Nothing, except one thing. I run my thumb over your lips. They are soft, still, though the warmth is gone. I miss it. Am glad they are still here at all. With a small tug, I worm my finger into the corner of your mouth, and slowly pull it open. You let it happen. The fight has not left you, not yet; I can see it in your eyes. I will see to it that it will never fully depart you. But for now, you bide your time, holding on to the precious illusion of a chance to escape. You know, on some level, that that will never come to be. I will not permit it. Your mouth opens for me. Such obedient progeny. I allow a "good girl" to slide out from between my lips. I remember those words holding great sway over you in life; you have earned that small kindness. Your fangs are on full display, of course; you have not yet learned how to hide them. I will teach you, in time. Once I can prepare you to return to the world you left as prey, now an apex predator among your former equals. For now, though, I am more concerned that they are taking shape properly. I lean in and study your newly-budded fangs; canines half again as long as a human's. I murmur my approval; you've had quite a little growth spurt since last I examined them. Most of the length has come in, now, if not all of it. That means the hardest part is done.
December 31, 2025 at 12:50 AM