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Since Iâm so smart and that post got over 30â000 notes, itâs been unbearable to stay here (too many notes that wonât make NotificationBlock work, too many messages and way too many non rp blogs following me).
So I made ANOTHER ACCOUNTÂ in which Iâm trying to import every post, so PLEASE FOLLOW ME THERE so I can follow you back and donât miss anyone, please? â„
PSA â
Since Iâm so smart and that post got over 30â000 notes, itâs been unbearable to stay here (too many notes that wonât make NotificationBlock work, too many messages and way too many non rp blogs following me).
So I made ANOTHER ACCOUNTÂ in which Iâm trying to import every post, so PLEASE FOLLOW ME THERE so I can follow you back and donât miss anyone, please? â„
PSA â
Since Iâm so smart and that post got over 30â000 notes, itâs been unbearable to stay here (too many notes that wonât make NotificationBlock work, too many messages and way too many non rp blogs following me).
So I made ANOTHER ACCOUNTÂ in which Iâm trying to import every post, so PLEASE FOLLOW ME THERE so I can follow you back and donât miss anyone, please? â„
PSA â
Since Iâm so smart and that post got over 30â000 notes, itâs been unbearable to stay here (too many notes that wonât make NotificationBlock work, too many messages and way too many non rp blogs following me).
So I made ANOTHER ACCOUNTÂ in which Iâm trying to import every post, so PLEASE FOLLOW ME THERE so I can follow you back and donât miss anyone, please? â„
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Since I'm so smart and that post got over 30'000 notes, it's been unbearable to stay here (too many notes that won't make NotificationBlock work, too many messages and way too many non rp blogs following me).
So I made ANOTHER ACCOUNTÂ in which I'm trying to import every post, so PLEASE FOLLOW ME THERE so I can follow you back and don't miss anyone, please? â„
*clears throat* *offers sacrifice of first born and a plate of brownies* notice me dammit *runs away screaming*
Put "Notice me damn it" In my ask if I am your senpai
NopeNopeGo awayActual Wendy is not allowed to say such beautiful thingsGo back to Kensington's GardensFLY AWAY WENDYBIRD
Notification block is not working so I think I'm gonna have to make a new account and switch to that because this is unbearable, I've been getting 10+ messages per hour and I have a shitton of non-rp blogs following me, I'M NO COMPUTER EXPERT, STOP SENDING ME ASKS.
I saw your post about the virus blog thing. I followed one of those blogs and then saw your post about them being viruses. I unfollowed them but I did it all by iPhone. Can I get a virus on my phone?
I DON'T KNOW. I DON'T KNOW. STOP SENDING ME MESSAGES I CAN'T ANSWER TO, MY ASKBOX IS EXPLODING.
Put "Notice me damn it" In my ask if I am your senpai
I'll answer the next 20 questions I get absolutely truthfully.
GUYS PLEASE STOP SENDING ME MESSAGES. I DON'T KNOW WHAT IT DOES, I DIDN'T GET IT, I JUST THOUGHT I'D GIVE PEOPLE A HEADS UP BECAUSE I THOUGHT IT WAS WEIRD. I'M NOT A COMPUTER EXPERT, STOP IT PLEASE!
Hi! I saw your post about the blogs with the same profile pic and random letters... I had no idea what was going on but I opened one blog with that pic, and all it had was like two pics on it and the person claimed to be a model, but I got no virus... What's going on? o^o;;
I'm not sure if it's a virus or just a spambot, but these blogs have been literally spreading like wildfire and some of them contain coding that anti-viruses list as malware, so, you know, better safe than sorry!
No okay but HOW DO I MAKE MY NOTES GROUP ON THE ACTIVITY PAGE
NotificationBlock's only working on the dashboard and now my activity is just reblogs from that virus post? I'M GOING TO MURDER SOMEONE
PLEASE READ THIS, IT COULD SAVE MANY BROWSERS
there is a virus going around it blocks all your browser activitiesÂ
it appears if you go on a link to a tumblr blog called âtimetobecreativeâ
please be careful and donât click this link!
SPREAD THIS LIKE A WILDFIRE PLEASE I BEG YOUÂ
This is really important, I donât know what it does to blogs outside of Germany but in our case it led us to a fake police website that urged us to pay money - if this happens to you donât do it!Â
Please stay safe out there!
M!A â Woop Bang Crash:Â Muse has lost their depth perception and balance.
Darcel had fallen twice already that morning, one coming out of that shower and one from the stairs; and both times had hurt like a bitch, leaving bruises on her legs and a scratch under her chin. But trouble comes in threeâs, and as she was stepping out of her car, Darcel fell once more, landing on all fours despite her swearing. âWhat the hell!â, she yelled out, eyes wide open trying to understand whatever the hell was happening.
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Artur was foolish but not foolhardy, and the distinction was an important one. If heâd been born a fairy tale prince (and oh, wasnât that just a laughable concept?), he would have been more like the court fool than next in line for the throne, but would have survived a battle with a dragon - probably because, for all his idiocy, he had some amount of common sense. And more than that, a distinct cleverness. Which probably meant that some other poor fool would be the one facing down the giant lizard, or at least being the first one into its lair as a distraction.
At the moment, however, Darcel was⊠well, not quite a dragon. She had the fire breathing part down, more or less, but lacked the scales and flicking tongue required for true lizard-like qualities. That was, he supposed, a good thing; characters from storybooks stepping out into the real world somehow sounded like a poor idea. Especially the ones from fairy tales, with their curses and magic and really bizarre ideas of fate and True Love. No, it was far better if they stayed on their pages, between their covers, in the labyrinthine halls of imagination.
No matter, though; Artur was no prince and his only company at the moment was a sheriffâs deputy who had passed the point of disgruntled several minutes ago and, right now, was nearing a place more commonly referred to as violent. It was, as he understood, somewhere better avoided, even if he seemed intent on pushing and pushing and pushing her closer to it, step by purposefully irritating step. Or had been, last night, and heâd awoken to find things gone cumulative, rather than his slate wiped clean this morning. A shame, really, as that bought him no extra leeway.
His eventual dismissal was more a plea than a send-off, and as much as the mechanic would have enjoyed seeing if he could prod Darcel once more, his sense of self-preservation was kicking into high gear with that raised eyebrow and glare. A long look and he shrugged slightly. âI will.â It was terrible phrasing, promising action in the future, technically, and neglecting any mention of the present. But heâd show that rather than say it, easy, loose strides carrying him out of the cell and through the station, its layout imprinted on his mind like a tattoo on clear skin.
Still, he stopped just outside, cool Maine air and its morning temperature raising the short hairs on the back of his arms and neck and sending a brief shiver dancing down his spine. âAsking when youâre back on duty is probably a real transparent way of finding out when I should make a ruckus, isnât it?â he asked, knowing full well that his phrasing was infuriating and apparently not caring a lick. It was in jest, on the one hand, because tempting fate with that kind of needling was bound to get him in no small amount of trouble.
On the other hand, Artur could never help taking advantage of the opportunity to tease Darcel, to nudge her in a way he knew she disliked. If last night and this morning had been any indication, he was already treading on thin ice, and the possibility to a repeat before the deputy had time to recover and release thoughts of murder was nigh unbearable. Which made it all the more fun to wield as a threat, really, even if it meant risking that sheâd draw her weapon and put him down now as a pre-emptive gesture meant to safeguard her sanity.
At last, after what had felt like a whole week of teeth gritting and passive-aggressive tolerating, a relieved sigh came out of Darcelâs lips just as the cold air embraced her. Something less like a grimace and more like a smile curved her lips as she followed the unnervingly slow plague commonly known as Artur outside. If she had to be honest, winter was her favorite season â cold, however uncomfortable it was, usually kept people (like him) away for good amounts of time. Of course, Artur wasnât smart enough to understand the basics of hibernation, but she still confided in natural selection. Or in the power of self-convincing. As soon as she was out, it only took her a few seconds to wear her coat and hold the car keys firmly in hand, almost wielding them like a weapon, ready to drive away as if she had the devil on her hees. But nope. He still insisted on being a spoiled brat, and well, the strategy with brats like that was always the same: tolerate them until they eventually get tired. Maybe that was the trick â maybe if she managed to actually contain herself (which she highly doubted would happen, but she was willing to give it a try), he would have eventually grown tired of those little game of his. âMonday, Tuesday, noon to midnight. Wednesday, Thursday, the other way aroundâ. She replied casually, without putting much effort in it â it was exactly the opposite anyway, and her schedule varied every week, so maybe he would fall for it and piss somebody else â hopefully the Sheriff â on his next night out. Although, however strong her faith in his stupidity was, part of her was still convinced he was smarter than he was willing to show, and way more cunning and clever that she would give him credit for. âIâd appreciate you bringing donuts. Or some weed so I can pretend youâre not realâ. She smiled at him, the perspective of getting away making her way more cheerful than she had been just seconds before â sure, she shouldnât have offered him so many chances to unleash his so-called humor again, but then again, she was so close to freedom it would have been a waste to not insult him some more. Her smile only got wider as she approached her car, almost greeting it, like a child â well, certainly her car and her dog where more important to her than a vast majority of human beings, especially ones who liked to piss her off as a sport â plus, it was her way out of that nightmare, and she was willing to greet her salvation with the proper enthusiasm. âGoodbye Artur, Iâll be praying I wonât see you ever againâ, she smiled once more as she got in the car.
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