20-somethings on this website doing none of the things weâre evolved to do for our health and then wondering why theyâre so depressed. (smacking you through the screen) GO EAT A LEAF!!!!!!!! GO CRACK A NUT OPEN WITH A ROCK YOU SAD TORMENTED LITTLE APE
i know this is easier said than done and i do not mean this judgementally but you have to start treating yourself like the animal you are in any small consistent way you can. like imagine you went to a zoo and you saw a gorilla sitting in front of blue screens for hours with no natural light no physical activity no interaction with peers no nutritious whole foods no fresh air no water and a pack of cigarettes. you would run screaming to the local news about the blatant animal abuse. you would be demanding boycotts youâd be sledgehammering locks off cages. do you get what i am saying please go squish your toes in mud
Holy **** oh right okay. So I was about to make a post about how using speech to text has already been a game changer for me but as you can see by the line of asterix at the start of this post the bloody thing auto censors swear words. (Yet bloody got through, ig Because it is a description and also British slang.). Hint: the word I was trying to say there starts with F and ends with K.
Oh and guess what else you can't say you can't say? **** [Nipples]. had to type that myself. penis is ok but **** [clitoris] isn't, and all my attempts to say "clit" were Misunderstood, which may just be my speech but at this point I am not willing to give the benefit of the doubt. Vagina is OK too but every time I say it there is a moment when an * shows up on screen first before the full word does. this doesn't happen when I say the word penis.
It is completely heinous. Anybody who needs speech to text is immediately forced to comply with the rules set out by people in a position of power and then enforced by a machine â a machine that is a very powerful accessibility tool. Imagine trying to dictate a letter to a doctor or fill in an E consult with speech to text, only to have words of your anatomy censored as if they are taboo. there is already far too much stigma around genital physical health â and note that I could say genital but can't say **** [clitoris] â for it to be okay for these words to be censored.
And even if somebody just wants to swear In a message to their friends or write smut/**** [pornography], they should be able to. There is no justification for this feature. No reason for it to be default.
I'm trying to find a way around this. There is a settings icon on the little speech to text bar that comes up, but this only gives me options For the speech typing launcher, auto punctuation, and to set the default microphone. it's making me extremely angry
Title: "Speech to text alternative for Windows that DOES NOT censor curse words?"
Flair: "General Question"
Post main text:
"I hate how Windows speech To text censors my words, things like offensive words and curse words. I'm an adult and if I want to say those words, I should be able to say them and not have to deal with a bunch of asterisks. Speech to text alternatives?
answer: I was using a different, simpler windows voice to text functionality. Windows has a more extensive voice control functionality that actually allows you to navigate windows with voice as well but you can use it for diction only like i do:
You can turn off the profanity filter.
Use voice access to dictate text, insert symbols and special characters, automatically punctuate your text, filter out profanities, and more
Use profanity filtering
If voice access captures a profane word, it is masked in the speech feedback. If a profanity is detected while you're dictating text, the masked version is typed out. By default, this option is turned on. You can turn the profanity filtering off or on from the voice access bar.
â To turn profanity filtering on or off, on the voice access bar, select  (Settings)> Manage options > Filter profanity."
THANK YOU!! I was searching desperately for alternatives and/or workaround s but kept getting Microsoft forum results of people with the same complaints + Microsoft employees staunchly defending the filter and saying there is no other option. Really should have gone to Reddit first...
does that suck, mark? is it not fun to have your privacy violated? do you feel uncomfortable with people knowing things about you that you'd rather they not know? tell me more about how much you value your security and privacy, mark.
BP did hire PR firm Ogilvy & Mather in 2004, and coined the term 'carbon footprint' as well as creating the 'carbon footprint calculator'. This gave the impression that climate change was primarily the fault of the individual consumers.
From a New York Times opinion piece on carbon footprint (via the Wayback Machine): 'In 2004, BP hired the public relations firm Ogilvy & Mather to improve its image, in part by conveying the message that consumers of oil and natural gas bear the responsibility for their greenhouse gas emissions, not the producers of the oil and gas they use. The result was BPâs ingenious carbon footprint calculator, which allows individuals to calculate the carbon emissions that result from their activities.'
From a BBC Future article on 'how companies blame you for climate change': 'Similar criticisms have been levelled at terms like "carbon footprints" â which was first coined in a 2005 TV advert from BP. The advert appears to show members of the public being stopped in the street and asked what is "their carbon footprint".'
From an Irish Times on individualising blame: 'In 2004, it unveiled a "carbon footprint calculator", so that individuals could assess how much their daily activities were polluting the planet. The marketing campaign, led by Ogilvy & Mather, fostered the false idea that climate change was the fault of individuals rather than fossil fuel companies.'
psychoanalyzing the gender/identity dichotomy between ice skating and ice hockey and coming to the more objectively correct conclusion that ice hockey is rooted in motherly feminine behavior of protecting the nest and that ice skating is about masculine peacocking of one's own physical prowess in seeking a mate
Peter Parker, a Gen Z kid, screws up: Fuck, guess Iâll kill myself.
Steve Rogers, an artist during the 30âs and a soldier during WWII who knows full well what Dadaism and fatalistic humor are: Thereâs bleach under the sinkâ
Bucky Barnes, the guy who listened to Steveâs art rants in the 30âs, watched his back in WWII and went through 70+ years of shit: âAnd a rope in the supply closet if you want options.
Stiles yawns for what feels like the tenth times. Itâs four in the morning and Scottâs bachelor party is still going strong, well â at least for Scott. âI feel old.â Stiles mumbles, resting his head on Derekâs shoulder.
Derek snorts, circles Stilesâ shoulders with his arm and brings him closer. âWanna go to our room?â
âNo.â Stiles whines. They are in Vegas and Scott is dancing on top of a table, drunk on the wolfsbane whiskey Derek managed to sneak into the club â Stilesâ boyfriend is skilled like that. Stiles shouldâve been having fun with his best friend, not thinking about collapsing on a bed and sleeping until noon. âI promised him weâd have fun.â
âWe had.â Derek answers softly. âYou got a lap dance from a stripper, we filmed Scott doing tequila shots off of Jacksonâs chest and then you lost fifty bucks trying to play poker against Isaac.â The video of Scott licking tequila off of Jacksonâs belly button is going to be a hit at home, but damn, Isaac is an awful liar, Stiles is never going to live that down. âScott wonât be mad if we leave.â
âBut I was supposed to take care of him after he got drunk! Iâm his best man!â Alcohol doesnât really do it for Stiles anymore, heâs not a big fan of losing control of his actions after â well, everything, so he just sits and watches, sometimes even films stuff. For blackmail purposes, of course.
âIsaac can do that. Heâs not that drunk.â Derek juts his chin towards where Isaac is hitting it off with the waitress. Stiles smiles softly, the girl is giggling and Isaacâs blush is adorable. âCome on,â he stands up, pulls Stiles with him, âletâs go to bed.â
Stiles sighs, squeezes Derekâs hand. â'kay. But I demand blowjobs in the morning.â
Derek snorts. âYou always do.â
Stiles smiles, following Derek towards the exit. Their hotel is a short walk from the club and even though itâs almost four-thirty in the morning, the streets are packed with people coming and going.
The wind is chilly so Stiles holds Derekâs arm and takes advantage of the fact that his boyfriend is practically a furnace. âDo you think Scott will remember anything?â
Derek shakes his head, smirking. âI hope not. It will be funnier when we show him the videos.â
Stiles laughs, turns to stare at Derekâs smiling face. Five years, he sighs, and this man still takes his breath away. âWould you want that?â
Derek stops walking, gives him a quizzical look.âWhat?â
âA bachelor party.â Stiles explains. âBefore we get married.â He adds and then immediately freezes.
Theyâve been living together for the past two years, sharing a house, bills and even sometimes a car, when Stilesâ Jeep breaks down. They made their own routine after some fights about who gets to wash the dishes or take out the trash and it was all very nice until Derek brought home an abandoned cat he found on the street.
Derekâs apologetic face was enough for Stiles to decide the cat had to stay, and that he wanted to marry the hell out of this guy that could rip someoneâs throat out as easily as he could kiss Stiles good morning every day.
That was six months ago and now, in Vegas, at his best friendâs bachelor party, Stilesâ sleep-deprived mind decides itâs time to say something.
What. The. Hell.
âI ââ Stiles tries to say as Derek continues to stare, âI donât ââ
Derek narrows his eyes. âAre you drunk?â
âWhat? No!â Stiles glares at him. âYou know I didnât ââ
âAre you awake?â Derek asks again.
âWhat ââ Stiles repeats, confused.
âBecause that was the worst proposal ever.â Derek continues, never letting go of Stilesâ hand. âBut if you mean it ââ
âOf course I meant it!â Stiles insists. âIâve been wanting to propose for six months now! Itâs not my fault I donât have a filter when Iâm tired. You know that.â Stiles has been known for making some weird confessions when heâs sleepy. The first time he said âI love youâ to Derek he actually fell asleep before Derek could answer. The next morning was really embarrassing.
âRight.â Derek nods to himself, the tip of his ears turning red as he looks around. There are people walking past them, but no one seems to be paying attention to their conversation. âI was planning to propose too.â He confesses softly, slipping a hand in the pocket of his jacket. When Stiles spots the little velvet box in Derekâs hand, he gasps. âI never thought about getting a bachelor party,â he says, âfuck, I didnât even think I would get married. And then you showed up and I just â I just kept thinking about keeping you. Nothing else.â
Stiles bites at his lip, not taking his eyes from the box. âI love you.â He says, finally looking up and smiling at the man that changed his life, made him feel loved and wanted and cherished. âI wanna keep you too.â Stiles takes his hand and leans in to press a kiss on Derekâs lips as an idea begins to form in his head. âWe should do it now.â He whispers, taking the box from Derekâs hand and smiling playfully.
Derek blinks, confusedly. âWhat.â
Stiles keeps smiling, waving the box as Derek watches him with an arched eyebrow. âWhat happens in Vegas doesnât always have to stay in Vegas.â
When they just started dating Stiles used to worry he was more invested in their relationship than Derek. Every day heâd wait for the other shoe to drop, for Derek to finally realize Stiles wasnât what he wanted.
Boy was he wrong.
That smile on Derekâs face now just proves it. Stiles is everything Derek wants, just like Derek is everything Stiles had been waiting for.
âYouâre crazy.â Even as he says it, Derek begins to walk towards Stiles, smiling like he canât believe this is their life.
âCrazy for you, baby.â Stiles teases, making Derek shake his head fondly. âShall we?â He gestures towards the closest wedding chapel with one hand and reaches out for Derek with the other.
Unsurprisingly, Derek takes it.
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âWe just ruined Allisonâs plans.â Stiles laughs, collapsing on the bed with Derek next to him. Married sex is awesome, Stiles decides, and they should do it again after some much needed nap.
Itâs five-thirty in the morning and Stiles is now a married man. Fuck yes.
âShe was going to throw the bouquet at you.â Stiles completes, turning to watch his husband. âScott told me.â Drunk Scott has no filter and itâs fucking hilarious.
Derek shrugs, throws an arm over Stilesâ chest. âSheâll get over it.â
âOr,â Stiles brightens up, âwe donât tell them. Make it a surprise.â
âYou canât lie to Scott. Or your dad.â Derek points out, mouthing at Stilesâ neck lazily.
âOkay.â Derek whispers back, resting his head on Stilesâ shoulder. âLove you.â
Stiles kisses the top of his husbandâs head and closes his eyes. âLove you, too.â
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âGuess who got married!â Stiles shouts, all but waving his left hand in front of Scottâs face when they finally meet for lunch later that day.
Derek shakes his head, the tip of his ears going pink as people around them start to stare. âI regret everything.â He mutters, but when Stiles turns to smile brightly at him Derek smiles back just as happily.
so idk if anyone is even listening anymore but I guess Iâm back? my fandoms have changed a bit but Iâm still taking requests. hit me up if you got a fanfic idea for any of the following:
Sense8
daredevilÂ
mad max fury road
peterickÂ
the adventure zone
anything else just ask, I suck at remembering the stuff I like
âScott, you donât understand,â Derek grabs Scottâs arm, runs a hand through his hair looking more distressed than Scottâs seen him in years.Â
Scott frowns at him. âTell me again.â
âI can hear what Stiles is thinking.â
âHeâs not exactly subtle, dude, I get it.â
âNo,â Derek says frustratedly, as Stiles crosses in front of them and into the living room, absently wondering if he should get his hair cut, or if keeping it long means thereâs more chance Derek would like pulling on it if they were to ever have sex. Derek makes a strangled noise, looks at Scott hysterically. âLike, things in his head.â
Scott stares, then blinks and shakes his head. âOk, so whatâs he thinking now?â
âThat youâre an idiot,â Derek snaps.
âNah, heâd never think that,â Scott says brightly, clapping him on the shoulder. âMaybe you should get some sleep.â
âI donât need sleep!â
âThen, talk to Stiles? Tell him, so that you can fix whateverâs happened, and we can get back to normal.â
âWhy would he care?â Scottâs eyes go wide. âOh, oh have you been uh⊠hearing anything bad?â He steps a little close. âDid he scratch my bike and not tell me?â
âNo!â Derek rolls his eyes, âChrist, Iâm sure he doesnât have any secrets from you, Scott.â
âI thought not,â Scott nods self assuredly, then frowns again. âBut, secrets from you?â
âMaybe,â Derek feels himself start to flush. âThings Iâd rather not talk about. It feels like a violation of his privacy.â
âI pretty much hear about it on a daily basis,â Scott shrugs. âIâm surprised you havenât picked up on the fact he wants to bone you before you could,â Scott makes inverted comments with his fingers, âHear his thoughts.â
âI went over to your room because you were blasting music to find you lying in a pile of pillows sobbing and listening to some love song and now I donât know what to doâ au
âI work at a library and you continuously ask me to help you find books about the most random topics are you on some sort of quest??â au
âYour parent is suing my parent over a property line⊠and wow I didnât know I had a hot neighbor hello thereâ au
âI work as a tai kwon doe instructor and you started taking classes even though youâre weak as hell, and where are those bruises from OH MY gOD I SWEAR IâLL MURDER ALL THE BULLIES AT YOUR SCHOOLâ au
âI found your tumblr but you donât know and urg now youâre posting about your crush on this cute person oh wait is that meâ au
âYou seem really quiet but I sit right in front of you and I keep hearing you whispering salty comments to yourself in classâ au
âI got lost on this campground at night and I am so sorry I thought this was my tent and now Iâm waking up next to you hellooooâ au
âI rescued your cat from a tree and brought it back to the address on the collar. Also, Iâm allergic to cats and I need to go to the hospital nowâ au
âYou were having a panic attack in the hallway and I was the only one who took any noticeâ au
Tony woke up to the light brush of fingers on his thigh tracing out swirling patterns. The light wasnât quite right and for a second he wasnât sure where he was. A soft giggle in his ear reminded him.
âGood morning,â Mike whispered, lips brushing Tonyâs ear, âsleep good?â Tony turned his head, bringing them nose to nose.
âYeah, you?â Tony replied, nuzzling the tip of Mikeâs nose with his own.Â
âPretty good, yeah, but then I woke up to this flaming hot guy in my bed at like 5 am and I couldnât fall back asleep,â Mike propped himself up on an elbow, moving his swirling finger tips up to Tonyâs stomach.
âOh yeah?â Tony laughed. His stomach was very ticklish, âWhy didnât you wake him up? I bet heâd blow you if you ask real nice...â Tony had to grab Mikeâs hand to stop the tickling touches. They drove him crazy in every possible way.
âHow âbout I pre-emptively return the favor?â Mike winked and shifted on top of Tony, his head hovering above Tonyâs chest and elbows to either side of his ribs. Tony spread his legs so Mike could settle between them. They were both still naked from the night before, so that was convenient.
âHow could I turn down that offer?â Tony raised an eyebrow. Mike smiled back at him and started kissing down the center of his chest. Tony dropped his head back and closed his eyes. When Mike reached hiss belly button he dipped his tongue into it and Tony gasped. He was sure no one had ever pulled that move on him, which was a damn shame. He could feel Mike pause, his breath on Tonyâs lower belly. He opened his eyes and looked up.
âYouâre so fucking gorgeous, you know that, right?â Mike sounded almost incredulous. Their eyes met for a moment, until Mike dipped down to suck a hickey onto Tonyâs sensitive skin there. It was right at the spot where the waistband of Tonyâs boxers rode, and way above the waist band of any of his work panties. At the rate Mike was going it would be clearly visible at work for several days and Tony didnât want him to stop. An involuntary moan escaped him and Mikeâs eyes met his, still sucking on his skin. Tony couldnât take it any more, he sat up, pulling Mike up with him, and pulled Mike roughly into a kiss. At first it was all teeth and tongues and foreheads bumping, but then Mike tilted his head slightly and it all fell into place. My god, Tony thought, I could kiss this man forever. Mike couldnât get enough either, his hands held Tony firmly by his face as they kissed breathlessly. Tony wrapped his arms around the thinner man and brushed his knuckles up Mikeâs spine. Mike shivered, despite the sweat beginning to glisten on both of them.Â
They broke apart for air, but only a few inches, and leaned their foreheads together. They panted, eyes shut, for several seconds. Mike opened his eyes first, looking down to see they were both completely hard. No surprise there. He didnât notice Tony looking at him. âI swear you make my dick think Iâm 15 again,â Tony chuckled. Mike suddenly had a wicked glint in his eyes.
âWant to put that theory to the test?âÂ
Before Tony could reply, he found himself flat on his back. The air whooshed out of his lungs as he landed so he was already breathless when Mike swallowed him down as if he did this every day. Hell, maybe he did. Tony barely knew the guy. Really all he knew about anything at that moment was Mikeâs mouth on his dick and it was glorious.Â
With a hum, Mike began to bob up and down, not giving Tony a chance to get his breath back. Tonyâs hands wound themselves helplessly in Mikeâs hair, hanging on for dear life. Mike started to tease with his fingers, down Tonyâs balls, behind them, and further. Tonyâs hips bucked up off the bed almost at their own free will. That brought Tony back to reality enough to apologize.
âOh my god, sorry...â Tony panted, âitâs just...youâre...really good at that,â he struggled to string coherent words together. Mike slurped at his tip before coming off it entirely.
âBabe, itâs ok,â Mike chuckled, still pumping with one hand, now grabbing Tonyâs ass cheek with the other, âitâs actually really hot to watch you fall apart.â He hopped up off the bed, leaving Tony cold in his absence. Before he had a chance to protest, Mike was back with a condom and a tube of lube.Â
âSure you donât want me to return the favor?â Tony asked cautiously. He was definitely up for a solid fucking but he didnât want to seem rude.
âLater,â Mike grinned, sliding a slicked up finger into Tonyâs ass. âAlso, the answer is yes.â
âAnswer?â Tony echoed blankly.
âTo your question. From last night. The answer is yes, we should definitely do this again,â He slid another finger in on the word yes, as if to drive home his point. Tony grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him down for a kiss. This time it was all just filthy tongues and grinding. Mike added another finger as they went.
âReady?â Mike mumbled against Tonyâs lips.
âMmmhmm,â Tony sighed. Words were too much for him.
Mike pulled back from the kiss and met his eyes for a moment. Tonyâs pupils were wide with desire. Mike kissed him gently on the nose and sat up to roll on the condom. As he did that, Tony flipped himself over. He settled his forehead and elbows on the mattress and pulled his knees up so his butt was on an obscene display for Mike, who let his appreciation be known with a kiss at the base of Tonyâs spine.Â
âOh my god,â Mike laughed, âDo you not want to be able to walk? is that it?â Tony lifted his head to look back.
âTrust me, I can take it,â he said with a wink. Mike had enough of his sass. He lined himself up and thrust in mercilessly. Tony moaned and pushed back. He was stretched and more than ready for this. âFuck, Mikey, give it to me harder,â he whispered. Mike obliged, starting to thrust at a faster pace.
âYou want more?â Mike panted, punctuating his words with thrusts.
âYes, oh my god, YESâ Tonyâs voice rose in volume and pitch as Mike sped up his rhythm. The sound of Tonyâs moans was to the rhythm of the slap of their skin as Mike thrust, over and over, harder and harder. In a brief moment of clarity, it occurred to Tony that the only reason either of them had lasted this long was that it had barely been a few hours since they last came. That realization was immediately followed by an incredibly powerful orgasm. Tony could swear his vision went white. Mike continued to pound him for a moment, then stuttered in his thrusts.
âDo you want to, ah, return that favor now?â Mike asked, still sliding in and out but more gently now. Tony smiled back at him.
âIâd love to,â Tony arched his back, pulling off of Mikeâs dick and rolling over.
âFucking hell, how do you move like that?â Mike wondered aloud as he landed with an âoomfâ on the bed, leaning back onto the headboard.
âStripper, remember?â Tony giggled, pulling off the condom. âI can move in ways you canât even imagine.â He was maybe bluffing a little bit but it sounded hot. Tony didnât stop for belly kisses or hickeys, he went straight for the goal. He got his mouth on the head and his hand around the base and squeezed with both. Mike threw his head back and banged it on the wall behind him. Neither of them noticed. Tony added another hand, still working the head with his tongue and twisting his hands up and down in rhythm. Heâd never mastered deep throating but he had rhythm and he knew how to use it.Â
It was barely 30 seconds before Tony was swallowing and Mike was trying not to pull Tonyâs hair. Not that Tony would have minded. Tony sat up, still stroking Mike through the aftershocks with one hand.Â
âCâmere, you,â Mike laughed, pulling Tony close. Instead of going for a kiss, he licked at the corner of Tonyâs mouth, where a little bit of cum lingered. âYou had a little something there,â he managed to get out before they collapsed into giggles. Tony wrapped his arms around Mikeâs neck, burying his face in his chest.Â
âYouâre the worst,â Tony mumbled, but Mike could hear the smile in his voice. They shuffled for a moment, trying to get into a more comfortable position. They ended up with Mike sitting at the head of the bed, still leaning on the headboard, and Tony straddling his lap, similar to that first night they met. Only a few days had passed but it felt much longer than that. They sat quietly for a moment until Mike ducked his head.
âYou know, that first night, when you were dancing on Vic, I was so jealous I could hardly stand it,â Mike admitted sheepishly, âit was all I could do not to dry hump you to finishing when it was my turn.â Tony shook his head.
âYour brother seemed pretty into it for a straight dude,â Tony remarked.
âVic is, well, heâs more like straight-ish,â Mike laughed, âbut who could blame him? Having you all up in his space? I swear to god you could turn the Pope gay.âÂ
Tony shook his head. âShut up,â he smiled, âIâm just a Mexican kid who couldnât make it in the real world doing anything worthwhile.â He meant it as a joke but it came out more like regret. Mike shook his head.
âWhat do you mean âthe real worldâ?â Mike tilted Tonyâs head up with two fingers under his chin, âA strip club is as real as it gets. Itâs a dangerous job and it pays well. Iâd say youâre doing pretty damn good!â
âSo, it doesnât... bother you?â Tony asked quietly, bracing himself for an unwanted answer. It never came, though. What did come was Mikeâs arms wrapping around him.
âOf course not!â Mike pressed a kiss to the place just behind Tonyâs ear, âI respect your job and I respect you. We wouldnât be here if I didnât.â Tony closed his eyes against tears prickling them. He was not about to cry. He wasnât. Really. He wrapped his arms around Mikeâs waist and gave him a tight squeeze.
âThanks. I donât hear that very often.â Mike slid down the bed without releasing his embrace, so they were laying down again. This time they were on their sides, facing each other and still tangled up.
