Celestia and Friends @elvenprincesscelestia - Tumblr Blog

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Ohhh the innate desire to be a tiny mouse girl sleeping in between two thick, soft, cooooozy slices of bread in a warm breadbox...

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If there was a way to run SUPER MEGA AD BLOCKER on this website I fucking would

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“Please oh please open up your computer to a porn virus! If you don’t you’re evil!”

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Freeloader Comin’ through!

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We didn’t start this war internet users have with ads - We might have moaned about banner ads, but it was only when they started making noises when we might be listening to music or a podcast or whatever, causing two sound sorces at once, that we started trying to block ads universally rather than just a specific type of ad (pop ups).

And since then ads have gotten worse - Actual malware rather than merely breaking one of the fundamental sins of web design - though shalt not autoplay anything with sound. And the more aggressive a website is with ‘please turn off adblock’ the less I trust it to bother to vet ads and advertisers to make sure they’re not installing malware.

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Not to mention that the idea that avoiding ads is “freeloading” is hilariously backward. Advertisement is a transaction between the platform and the advertiser, the user has no obligation to provide the views/clicks the platform has promised. Using an adblocker isn’t freeloading in the same way that leaving the room to get a snack during a commercial break isn’t cheating the tv network.

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Ok y’all, I work as a web developer and I’m here to tell you that you are 100% right and that it’s shit. SO I’m going to tell you how to get around websites that block you from using their website if you’re using an adblocker.

Every website uses a language called JavaScript; long story short it’s a website language that allows developers to do the crazy shit you see on websites. Now the easiest thing to do is to disable JavaScript to stop them from knowing you have an adblocker:

Oh no! I’m blocked from viewing the website. It would be a terrible shame if I were able to right click and select the “inspect” feature

Click the three dots in the top right and open the “Settings” Menu

And then scrolled down to “Debugger” and checked the “Disable Javascript Option”

And then just refreshed the page

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Reblogging to save my life

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saving a life

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Saving lives with this reblog

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Spreading the word to save lives.

#useful #informative #today i learned #fuck ads

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Warning...this ask is a sandwich... No tiny mouse is in this ask - sandwich... Why would you think that...

Ohhh gosh, thank you for the regular sandwich~! No tiny mouse would eeeever feed themselves to a bigger mouse by hiding in a scrumptious snack, right~? ;3

Though I do think mice are CUTE in sandwiches~ <3

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Why is it that eating someone via sandwich is just objectively the best way to commit the action?

I appreciate all your work and figured we could work towards the true enlightenment. Take care and stay awesome! :)

Oh it's just really fun~! First of all, bread? So soft and cozy, it's like a big mattress! Part of me wishes I could nap on a big ol slice myself... Might have a few crumbs, but still~. Secondly, it's fun to personalize the vessel you're delivering your food to your tummy with! Surrounding your prey with your favorite foodstuff is a treat in itself! Thirdly, it helps keep the prey from wiggling away! Or it provides a comfy container that keeps a more willing prey cozy. And finally, it's just a veeery fun way to tease someone tiny or even the same size as you, just stacking ingredient after ingredient on them, watching them get flustered as they get reminder after reminder of where they're heading. Thanks for the compliment, I hope to supply my hungry fans with more sandwichy art soon~

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Cute girls... between two slices of bread... maybe with some condiments and toppings.... about to enter the mouth of a cute mouse girl like me~ <3

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Colossal Krystal

Krystal’s found herself on a rather strange planet - she’s practically colossal here! It must be an effect of the warp she went through to get here… either way, her appetite’s definitely gone up! And of course, this cute Deercat she met was all too happy to help build a sandwich large enough for the big fox to eat! Though, she seemingly vanished after the sandwich was done… ah well, she must’ve gone off to assist another customer of hers! She parked herself on the lawn of a nearby house - accidentally leaning a bit too much on the structure, oops, and unknowingly sitting almost right on top of the Mouse Girl who lived there and was just about to go on her evening walk too! Pina thankfully managed to end up only under the loin cloth, though. Either way, it was time for the big fox to chow down on her unknowingly more stuffed sandwich~

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Short story Saturday: a girl's tiny roommate has failed to pay her part of the rent for three months strait so as punishment she makes her tiny roommate into a sandwich with lettuce, Swiss cheese, tomatoes and mayo and then eats her.

“J-Jessie, you don’t have to do thi-!” The tiny girl was interrupted as a giant finger pushed her back between the slices of bread. Wordlessly, the larger girl took her first bite of the sandwich, the soft crunch of the lettuce and the muffled shouting of the girl inside were the only noises going through the apartment.

It wasn’t that Jessie wanted to do this, but with the tiny girl three months behind on her share of the rent with no signs of being able to pay it back. Jessie was simply collecting the debt, and enjoying the most expensive sandwich of her life.

A few bites later, kicking, mayonnaise covered legs were pulled out of the sandwich, and sucked past Jessie’s lips. After a few seconds of chewing, the screaming, struggling girl was sent down her throat, and into the pit of her stomach.

Within minutes, the sandwich was completely gone. The tiny girl continued her tantrum, but was quickly drowned out by Jessie downing a can of cola, causing a burp to echo throughout the apartment. It was the first thing that came out of her lips since her roommate had become food, and until that food was gone it would be the last.

Do you agree that elves look very cute when they're between two slices of bread~?

I dunno about other elves but I know I look adorable and tasty in a sandwich. thanks for the follow fellow sandwich enthusiast.

#holy shit #Vmaus is following my blog!#I love your art!#celestia

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(Yes, as a bi woman, please, bring back the titty.)

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You turn on the radio one morning to find another one of those Rap songs where every 4th word is a swear. Naturally the Radio bleeps it out, but you realize that it sounds familiar. You realize that the rappers are speaking in Morse code.

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Your eyes widen as you swerve over onto the shoulder of the expressway, nearly hitting a Jeep Cherokee in the process. It didn’t matter to you. Frantically searching the glove compartment, the backseat, and your purse, you finally find a small notepad and a pen with a low ink cartridge. You listen closely to the radio, and begin to scribble down as much as you can. You realize it was merely a pattern.

— -. . / - .– — / - .– — / ..-. .. ..-. - -.–

Unfortunately for you, you aren’t very well versed in translating Morse code, merely recognizing it. You reach into your purse to grab your phone, but after a moment of searching, you realize you had left it at home before you left for work. “God damnit,” you mutter. You’re more than halfway to your office, and you’re already running late due to the fact that that you decided to follow some whim and jot down some cryptic message from a provocative rapper. Concluding that it would probably be best for you to mosey to work, you pull back onto the expressway and try to make it to work on time.

Upon arriving at work, you ask any coworker in sight if they know Morse code. Nobody seems to, and some don’t even know what Morse code is. You slump your shoulders in disappointment and head over to your desk, when suddenly, the quiet, mouse-like secretary clears her throat and says, “Excuse me, I know Morse code!”

You turn around with the same wide eyes as before. “You do!?” you ask vigorous excitement, which seems to startle the young woman.

“Yes,” she says, “when I was younger, I planned on joining the navy, so I taught it to myself.” You feel a bit sorry for her, that she wound up as a mere secretary instead of a naval officer, but that feeling of pity didn’t stop you from being grateful for the lucky coincidence of her knowing Morse code. You show her the pattern.

— -. . / - .– — / - .– — / ..-. .. ..-. - -.–

“That’s all there is?” she asks, furrowing her brow.

“Yeah,” you shrugged, “it just kept repeating that over and over again. What does it say?”

“One, two, two, fifty.”

Your heart sinks a little. “What is that? What does that mean, is it like a phone number or house address or something?”

The secretary shrugs. “I’m really sorry, I don’t know. It’s too short to be a phone number, but beyond deciphering it, I’m afraid I can’t help you.”

You nod slowly, and though you understand, you are still not at all satisfied. You go to sit at your desk. 1 2 2 50. The sequence plays over and over in your head all day, and needless to say, your curiosity an wonderment got the best of you. It was not a very productive work day.

You head home, and the same damned song plays on the radio. You shake your head as if that would make the song stop, then decide to plug 12250 into your GPS to see if there are any autofill results. None. You become increasingly frustrated.

When you get home, your daughter is sitting at the kitchen table, working on homework. She runs up to you and gives you a big hug, and asks about your day at work. You put on a fake smile and sigh. “Interesting,” you say— no doubt sugarcoating the intense excitement, disappointment, and confusion.

“Will you help me with my homework? I have to memorize something for my history class tomorrow.”

“Of course, doll! What are you memorizing?”

She hands you a laminated sheet of paper. “Roman numerals!”

You glance over the page, your eyes quickly darting from one, to two, to fifty.

It dawns on you. You’d recognize this pattern anywhere.

I II II L