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characters who die and are resurrected
but will always remember exactly what death feels like
Oh yeah, I still have rp blogs don’t I?
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okay but like just imagine modern day casual stoner pyrrha.
pyrrha curled up in a giant beanbag chair with a mug of hot cider, a big chunky sweater she knit herself, with a book, some flaky pastry she made herself, and some indica
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you CANNOT hold me accountable for accidentally making a homestuck reference when i've never read homestuck. if you recognized it that's YOUR problem it's YOUR sin.
RPers, please reblog this if you’re okay with ICONLESS threads!
And into the woods I go, to lose my mind and find my soul
Google is the latest tech company to drop the longstanding wall between anonymous online ad tracking and user’s names.
Guys, this is really important. Until now, Google collected your data, but did not attach your name to it. Now, they can, and will. This new thing they’re doing will allow them to collect your data across searches, your email, Youtube, Maps, Google+, and all their affiliates, and build a complete profile of YOU.
If that doesn’t bother you, maybe this will: they own and can sell all that data, including anything you create and send (artists and writers, take note).
There is a way you can opt out of this ridiculousness. It’s described in the link, but if you’re still not sure about it, please ask me and I’ll guide you through how to turn all this off.
This is my wake-up call. I’ll be locking down my devices and scaling back what I put through the big Google machine, which means you may see less of me across social media. I’m going to keep researching this, but it may mean in order to keep the rights to my creative work, I’ll have to keep it out of Google’s hands. And that may take some doing.
Duckduckgo is a nontracking search engine….may be worth a try.
So according to the article there is an opt out for this. Instructions are I the last paragraph. I’m on mobile so I’ll edit this more later. EDITED TO INCLUDE OPT OUT INSTRUCTIONS
To opt-out of Google’s identified tracking, visit the Activity controls on Google’s My Account page, and uncheck the box next to “Include Chrome browsing history and activity from websites and apps that use Google services.“ You can also delete past activity from your account.
FUCKING BOOST!!!!!
Just did this. The opt out and deletion process was easy and painless. Considering what we’ve seen of data breaches and the fact that Google straight up deleted their “Don’t be evil” clause? It seemed worth it to me.
Opting out is pretty easy (thanks @tygermama).
Send a number to find my muse...
Sleeping at a table.
Singing in private.
Attempting to kill a spider, and failing.
Crying laughing.
Doing something embarrassing.
Getting chores done.
Loopy with lack of sleep.
Post-wisdom teeth removal.
Hiding a broken object.
Covered in blood.
In a fit of anger.
Throwing a tantrum.
Hiding in a closet.
Stuck somewhere with your muse.
Muffling their cries.
On a swing-set alone.
Feeling lonely.
Cuddling their pillow.
Staring at your muse.
Recovering from throwing up.
Stabbing a body repeatedly.
Somewhere they’re not supposed to be.
Screaming by themselves.
Holding a wound.
Dead.