Dylan Hafertepen / Dylan Häs / noodlesandbeef / ekigyuu / beefdumplings / California Cow / dylanhasdesign - Gay BDSM Muscle-Bear with Ball Inflation Fetish Linked to 3 Deaths

This has little to do with anything, but I don’t believe for a second that Dylan Hafertepen has such a high income. It’s being thrown around that his yearly compensation is 300-400k, which I believe even Jack alluded to in texts with a friend. Jack may have been told that and may have believed that, but I don’t buy it and think it just another point of deception NoodlesAndBeef used to maintain an upper hand.

First of all, a CX/UX developer freelancing could easily make that or more. Depending on the actual role and the level of responsibility a CX/UX developer could make from 100k to 400k. If you do some additional moonlighting as freelancer - well you can count. Secondly Jack said Dylan made 200k, and had an aggregated bonus of 200k is stock options. Stock options tend to come with some limitations. But it doesn't really matter. Rich or poor does not define if you are manipulative, abusive and a plain cunt. And as you said, he could easily have bluffed as well.

BREAKING NEWS (or breaking 8 hours ago that is)

You have seen the new certificate, but I cant see the story bringing the updated video here. I apologise if it is already posted, but could not find it here. Linda Chapman, Jack's mother is the one who asked for a new detailed death certificate. The certificate tells another story then the one she was served by Jack and Chuck.

https://www.news.com.au/entertainme...h/news-story/581e0d9c43d8547912babfbde9af12d3

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Since the story first aired, Macdonald revealed Jack’s family have been issued with a new death certificate that ruled his death an accident — rather than natural causes — after he had silicone injected into his scrotum at his Seattle home at 3am.

That is pretty damn specific, and pretty damn...er...damning. Could this be enough to prompt the police to re-open the case and look at a manslaughter or contribution to manslaughter (or whatever it's called) charge?
 
If there was any doubt about the location which was redacted when @chimpgimp posted it, while it's blurry there, you can tell the address listed for the location of the injury is the same as Dylan's address listed in the OP.

This does seem fairly damning to me.

Yes, that is my take on it as well.

That is pretty damn specific, and pretty damn...er...damning. Could this be enough to prompt the police to re-open the case and look at a manslaughter or contribution to manslaughter (or whatever it's called) charge?

If you see through the video, you will see it is even more damaging when they talk about the BS Dylan and Chuck told Linda.
 
I might have some news regarding Chuck's role in the cult. I got it from someone who claimed that he used to hookup with Chuck a long time ago. Need to be verified as it might be just pure BS. Anyone know more about Chuck's pre Dylan days? If so, please DM me.

That one has been silent for the longest time. I’m curious about what his role is. Is he perpetrating any of this abuse?
 
It honestl felt that Dylan brought him back and made him into a whipping boy and reminder to the rest that there's always more to take.

Makes me think the excessive silicone infusions that he already has mentioned he had misgivings about may have been another level of "penance" for him to mete out.

That last post by Kevin Reader pretty much settles this. dylan put a chain around Jack's neck and refused to hand over the key, so Jack got bolt cutters. He had Jack tattoo his name and his brand on his body, but Jack was planning on covering that up. He had Jack legally change his name, but Jack was on his way to changing it back. So when he finally had his greasy hooves on him again he wasted no time and had him disfigured in a way that was irreversible, that would interfere with his life and livelihood on anything he did, and that would single him out everywhere he went, whatever he did. He never cared about Jack as a person, that much is nightmarishly clear, but he's vicious about his property.
 
Daniel is not the only one who is trying to stop the Buzz Feed article. Dylan Ray Hapertefen is also petitioner.


Oh, I forgot to mention something for Seattle citizens. It should be possible to access the court documents where Dylan and Daniel is trying to stop Buzz Feed at King County District Court, and viewing them is free.

185-02502 Hafertepen, Daniel Balderas 11-05-18 Petitioner
185-02502 Hafertepen, Dylan Ray 11-05-18 Petitioner
 
While the death certificate that has been updated says 3am on October 9 (which is a date that the injection was done before)... that was probably noted by the doctors at hospital on asking the background to the admission to the hospital. You know, some medico noting at 3am that the information about the accident was noted on hospital records.

Oh look, another receipt dropped into my lap:
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A 911 call at 23:48 hours on October 8 to the block that the cult compound is located at.

I am sure it wasn't to call to have some paramedics help inject some silicone... yeah?
 
That last post by Kevin Reader pretty much settles this. dylan put a chain around Jack's neck and refused to hand over the key, so Jack got bolt cutters. He had Jack tattoo his name and his brand on his body, but Jack was planning on covering that up. He had Jack legally change his name, but Jack was on his way to changing it back. So when he finally had his greasy hooves on him again he wasted no time and had him disfigured in a way that was irreversible, that would interfere with his life and livelihood on anything he did, and that would single him out everywhere he went, whatever he did. He never cared about Jack as a person, that much is nightmarishly clear, but he's vicious about his property.

I fucking hate Dylan, and if his pups or Jack's mom murdered him in a rage, I would LOVE to be on that jury smiling and saying, "No, no, not guilty. :) "
 
I've watched this dish cook for a long time, and decided to serve some thoughts.

When I first became aware of him on LiveJournal, I thought he was clever for his age. He'd end each post with a different drawing of an awkward tiny Dylan, trying to approach an enormous guy at the gym whom he idolized. He'd always describe himself in diminutive language, as a "little half-Dutch, half-Filipino" guy who just wanted to be noticed by the targets of his adoration. The targets were usually beefy blond/redhead guys who, prophetically, looked a lot like Jack.

Over time, he discovered weightlifting, and his posts became more vain. He started to develop a new identity. His naive charm turned to arrogance, as his self-esteem and sexual currency increased. It became tedious to read because the two sides of his personality didn't mesh well. Humble little guy, emboldened big guy. Yet Dylan showed he could use that to his advantage by manipulating the reader with techniques that are pretty common today. Start with intelligence, humor... and progress to sex, oversharing... and when all else fails, try pathetic victimhood. The goal of everything is attention, and he gets it.

I can think of a few tipping points that made me 1) think something was really wrong with him, and 2) really begin to hate him, despite not actually knowing him.
  • Pathological lying. He would make a statement that would contradict something he wrote previously. It would force you to go back and search for it, just to see if you were crazy. And no, he really wrote it.

  • Narcissism. Never before had I seen it on this level. We're all used to it by now, but in my day, displaying a small fraction of this amount would make you universally hated. His obsession with himself reached previously unseen depths. I started to think this was the new normal, and maybe I was just not aging well. Now I know... both of those statements are true.

Then at some point, LiveJournal ceased to be a thing. I saw him around town, often at the gym. He seemed like a typical brainless aspiring muscle queen. I thought about my first impressions of him and how he seemed to have potential. Smart enough to do something good with his life, I thought, but now he's a vapid little bitch bent on adoration.

At some point, I noticed the slave stuff. I guess he decided he was a member of the BDSM thing. (FWIW, is it me or is he missing a few letters in that acronym?) I saw him in public with guys wearing chains. I thought, who the fuck would look at that guy and take him seriously? He's so goofy.

His extroversion increased to levels even SF wasn't used to. Dylan would parade his "pups" around town in their get-ups, including to the gym. The gym, um, performances were painful. The "queefs" (as they became known) would file in, put on wrestling singlets, with no underwear and sporting cockrings, and proceed to line up after their master. Like little ducks, they'd follow him to a piece of equipment, watch him do some minimal exercises, and then follow him somewhere else. They'd be out of there in half an hour. Even at a gym where bad fashion, barely-covered genitalia, and gay thirst are normal, they were a train wreck.

The rest is over-documented. However, I have always been intrigued with this person, because - more than simple gossiping and hating - he represents some cultural phenomena that I've struggled to understand.

For instance, the popularity. Why do people like him? A few possible answers:

  • Attractive (to some), charismatic, big dick. That's all you need to be popular in the gay scene. You can be a total creep (he is) and there's always someone else ready to give you a pass for bad behavior, with an "awwww he's nice" or "but he's hot" excuse. Lots of people know how to exploit this.

  • The Kardashian effect. We've suffered through endless reality TV spectacles, but this is the closest parallel to the N&B thing that I can think of. I have thought often that Dylan should be parlaying his shenanigans into a TV deal, but not now, because ooops, you murdered your partner.

  • Gay masculinity is fraught with problems. Gay men are brought up in society to think of themselves as less-than-male. (FWIW this affects all men, but gay men have their own struggle.) If one reaches an urban center and can find a community, there can be a circle of people who will guide you into something that might make you feel more valuable as a man. I believe this is what leather bars, bear culture, gay sports, etc. can provide to men, and that's not a criticism.

    What Dylan figured out is that becoming the image of masculinity is actually not that hard. If you work out enough, eat good food, take "supplements", and dress the part, you too can project an image of masculine confidence. This he did, and he figured out how to sell this image to others who were struggling. He offered a path to masculine identity to some people who really wanted it, and you know what happened next. He knows exactly what buttons to push to mold these lumps of clay into his basic gay likeness.

    (I know some of you might argue that a pink thong does not a masculine man make, but it's all relative.)

  • We are in the age of pathological narcissists, with the orange man in the white house doing what Dylan does, only on a larger scale. The similarities, at times, are pretty shocking. I'm guessing it will bring both of them to failure, in a matter of time.

If Dylan is reading, and I'm pretty sure he is:

It's over. You're not going to beat this. However, don't let that stop you from trying, because it's entertaining.
 
I've watched this dish cook for a long time, and decided to serve some thoughts.

When I first became aware of him on LiveJournal, I thought he was clever for his age. He'd end each post with a different drawing of an awkward tiny Dylan, trying to approach an enormous guy at the gym whom he idolized. He'd always describe himself in diminutive language, as a "little half-Dutch, half-Filipino" guy who just wanted to be noticed by the targets of his adoration. The targets were usually beefy blond/redhead guys who, prophetically, looked a lot like Jack.

Over time, he discovered weightlifting, and his posts became more vain. He started to develop a new identity. His naive charm turned to arrogance, as his self-esteem and sexual currency increased. It became tedious to read because the two sides of his personality didn't mesh well. Humble little guy, emboldened big guy. Yet Dylan showed he could use that to his advantage by manipulating the reader with techniques that are pretty common today. Start with intelligence, humor... and progress to sex, oversharing... and when all else fails, try pathetic victimhood. The goal of everything is attention, and he gets it.

I can think of a few tipping points that made me 1) think something was really wrong with him, and 2) really begin to hate him, despite not actually knowing him.
  • Pathological lying. He would make a statement that would contradict something he wrote previously. It would force you to go back and search for it, just to see if you were crazy. And no, he really wrote it.

  • Narcissism. Never before had I seen it on this level. We're all used to it by now, but in my day, displaying a small fraction of this amount would make you universally hated. His obsession with himself reached previously unseen depths. I started to think this was the new normal, and maybe I was just not aging well. Now I know... both of those statements are true.

Then at some point, LiveJournal ceased to be a thing. I saw him around town, often at the gym. He seemed like a typical brainless aspiring muscle queen. I thought about my first impressions of him and how he seemed to have potential. Smart enough to do something good with his life, I thought, but now he's a vapid little bitch bent on adoration.

At some point, I noticed the slave stuff. I guess he decided he was a member of the BDSM thing. (FWIW, is it me or is he missing a few letters in that acronym?) I saw him in public with guys wearing chains. I thought, who the fuck would look at that guy and take him seriously? He's so goofy.

His extroversion increased to levels even SF wasn't used to. Dylan would parade his "pups" around town in their get-ups, including to the gym. The gym, um, performances were painful. The "queefs" (as they became known) would file in, put on wrestling singlets, with no underwear and sporting cockrings, and proceed to line up after their master. Like little ducks, they'd follow him to a piece of equipment, watch him do some minimal exercises, and then follow him somewhere else. They'd be out of there in half an hour. Even at a gym where bad fashion, barely-covered genitalia, and gay thirst are normal, they were a train wreck.

The rest is over-documented. However, I have always been intrigued with this person, because - more than simple gossiping and hating - he represents some cultural phenomena that I've struggled to understand.

For instance, the popularity. Why do people like him? A few possible answers:

  • Attractive (to some), charismatic, big dick. That's all you need to be popular in the gay scene. You can be a total creep (he is) and there's always someone else ready to give you a pass for bad behavior, with an "awwww he's nice" or "but he's hot" excuse. Lots of people know how to exploit this.

  • The Kardashian effect. We've suffered through endless reality TV spectacles, but this is the closest parallel to the N&B thing that I can think of. I have thought often that Dylan should be parlaying his shenanigans into a TV deal, but not now, because ooops, you murdered your partner.

  • Gay masculinity is fraught with problems. Gay men are brought up in society to think of themselves as less-than-male. (FWIW this affects all men, but gay men have their own struggle.) If one reaches an urban center and can find a community, there can be a circle of people who will guide you into something that might make you feel more valuable as a man. I believe this is what leather bars, bear culture, gay sports, etc. can provide to men, and that's not a criticism.

    What Dylan figured out is that becoming the image of masculinity is actually not that hard. If you work out enough, eat good food, take "supplements", and dress the part, you too can project an image of masculine confidence. This he did, and he figured out how to sell this image to others who were struggling. He offered a path to masculine identity to some people who really wanted it, and you know what happened next. He knows exactly what buttons to push to mold these lumps of clay into his basic gay likeness.

    (I know some of you might argue that a pink thong does not a masculine man make, but it's all relative.)

  • We are in the age of pathological narcissists, with the orange man in the white house doing what Dylan does, only on a larger scale. The similarities, at times, are pretty shocking. I'm guessing it will bring both of them to failure, in a matter of time.

If Dylan is reading, and I'm pretty sure he is:

It's over. You're not going to beat this. However, don't let that stop you from trying, because it's entertaining.

ok that gym story is fucking funny, do you have anymore
 
I've watched this dish cook for a long time, and decided to serve some thoughts.

When I first became aware of him on LiveJournal, I thought he was clever for his age. He'd end each post with a different drawing of an awkward tiny Dylan, trying to approach an enormous guy at the gym whom he idolized. He'd always describe himself in diminutive language, as a "little half-Dutch, half-Filipino" guy who just wanted to be noticed by the targets of his adoration. The targets were usually beefy blond/redhead guys who, prophetically, looked a lot like Jack.

Over time, he discovered weightlifting, and his posts became more vain. He started to develop a new identity. His naive charm turned to arrogance, as his self-esteem and sexual currency increased. It became tedious to read because the two sides of his personality didn't mesh well. Humble little guy, emboldened big guy. Yet Dylan showed he could use that to his advantage by manipulating the reader with techniques that are pretty common today. Start with intelligence, humor... and progress to sex, oversharing... and when all else fails, try pathetic victimhood. The goal of everything is attention, and he gets it.

I can think of a few tipping points that made me 1) think something was really wrong with him, and 2) really begin to hate him, despite not actually knowing him.
  • Pathological lying. He would make a statement that would contradict something he wrote previously. It would force you to go back and search for it, just to see if you were crazy. And no, he really wrote it.

  • Narcissism. Never before had I seen it on this level. We're all used to it by now, but in my day, displaying a small fraction of this amount would make you universally hated. His obsession with himself reached previously unseen depths. I started to think this was the new normal, and maybe I was just not aging well. Now I know... both of those statements are true.

Then at some point, LiveJournal ceased to be a thing. I saw him around town, often at the gym. He seemed like a typical brainless aspiring muscle queen. I thought about my first impressions of him and how he seemed to have potential. Smart enough to do something good with his life, I thought, but now he's a vapid little bitch bent on adoration.

At some point, I noticed the slave stuff. I guess he decided he was a member of the BDSM thing. (FWIW, is it me or is he missing a few letters in that acronym?) I saw him in public with guys wearing chains. I thought, who the fuck would look at that guy and take him seriously? He's so goofy.

His extroversion increased to levels even SF wasn't used to. Dylan would parade his "pups" around town in their get-ups, including to the gym. The gym, um, performances were painful. The "queefs" (as they became known) would file in, put on wrestling singlets, with no underwear and sporting cockrings, and proceed to line up after their master. Like little ducks, they'd follow him to a piece of equipment, watch him do some minimal exercises, and then follow him somewhere else. They'd be out of there in half an hour. Even at a gym where bad fashion, barely-covered genitalia, and gay thirst are normal, they were a train wreck.

The rest is over-documented. However, I have always been intrigued with this person, because - more than simple gossiping and hating - he represents some cultural phenomena that I've struggled to understand.

For instance, the popularity. Why do people like him? A few possible answers:

  • Attractive (to some), charismatic, big dick. That's all you need to be popular in the gay scene. You can be a total creep (he is) and there's always someone else ready to give you a pass for bad behavior, with an "awwww he's nice" or "but he's hot" excuse. Lots of people know how to exploit this.

  • The Kardashian effect. We've suffered through endless reality TV spectacles, but this is the closest parallel to the N&B thing that I can think of. I have thought often that Dylan should be parlaying his shenanigans into a TV deal, but not now, because ooops, you murdered your partner.

  • Gay masculinity is fraught with problems. Gay men are brought up in society to think of themselves as less-than-male. (FWIW this affects all men, but gay men have their own struggle.) If one reaches an urban center and can find a community, there can be a circle of people who will guide you into something that might make you feel more valuable as a man. I believe this is what leather bars, bear culture, gay sports, etc. can provide to men, and that's not a criticism.

    What Dylan figured out is that becoming the image of masculinity is actually not that hard. If you work out enough, eat good food, take "supplements", and dress the part, you too can project an image of masculine confidence. This he did, and he figured out how to sell this image to others who were struggling. He offered a path to masculine identity to some people who really wanted it, and you know what happened next. He knows exactly what buttons to push to mold these lumps of clay into his basic gay likeness.

    (I know some of you might argue that a pink thong does not a masculine man make, but it's all relative.)

  • We are in the age of pathological narcissists, with the orange man in the white house doing what Dylan does, only on a larger scale. The similarities, at times, are pretty shocking. I'm guessing it will bring both of them to failure, in a matter of time.

If Dylan is reading, and I'm pretty sure he is:

It's over. You're not going to beat this. However, don't let that stop you from trying, because it's entertaining.


Welcome to the Farms, bro. That was one hell of a good opening post!

I hope you stick around after the Dylan Hafertepen bullshit is resolved, and check out a few of our other top-tier LOLcows.

If you like narcissists, you are gonna LOVE Russell Greer right from the get-go. https://kiwifarms.net/threads/russell-greer-theofficialrussellgreerinsta.30488/ For a man with Moebius syndrome (he can't close his mouth or move his eyes) his sense of entitlement is beyond belief. For a quick example, He actually sued Taylor Swift because her media guard-dogs refused to forward a flattery song he wrote just for her, and he feels he's owed a date with Taytay at the very least.
 
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