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it’s funny because yes, you CAN disable right click save, but it takes like an extra two seconds to get around it because of how images are displayed on websites. (technically you could also just screenshot but this gets you a real jpg)

for example, instagram has disabled right click save. here I am trying to save a picture of this girl with a pumpkin sweater, but I am thwarted by the lack of right click save!

to get around it, right click and go to “inspect” or “inspect element” (it’s called different things depending on what computer you’re using)

shimmy around the webpage code until you find the “src” bit. It will helpfully tell you when you’ve found it because the image, and only the image, will light up as if you selected it.

that source is the link to where the image is hosted on the website. click the link.

find the actual hosted image. right click on that.

check and mate.

anarcho-red-jay

reblogging this version so people can piss off the NFT bros better

helluva-pilot

november 1 mood

1st-1

On Halloween we dress as Skeletons but in reality the Skeletons dress as us.

the-memedaddy

justseventeen

October 1995. ‘The A/C is cranked, the food is way better than your school cafeteria’s, and – oh-yeah – there’s no shortage of cute guys (they have to shop, too).’

stasi-informant-deactivated2021

pickledangel

Ball pit but it's just these

never-forget-viva-la-pluto

I dive in headfirst, cutting through like butter. I am never seen again.

deadshrike-deactivated20210930

round blue stones.... take me home..... to the pit.... where i belong.....

chabochi

loavfer

always reblog the bog hogs

something-that-needs-nothing

source: trip advisor????????????

calebwittebane

they are the trip advisors and they will lead you safely through the bog :)

cometcrystal

god i’m kin with this picture of jigsaw in a baseball hat and hoodie

cometcrystal

phantomrose96

I respect poetry so much because it does what I cannot do - say so much with so little.

When I have something Much to say, it takes me just as many words to say it. I say it with words that are each of them bland and common, unimaginative by their lonesome, with the hopes that if I stack so many together and squeeze a single drop of Much from each that it might flow into something meaningful.

When I have something to say, I say it twice. I say it three times. Because the first or second may not have captured the point. Because I do not trust myself to express the full essence saying it just once. Like just now, those last two sentences. I’ll repeat myself a third time for good measure - because I do not say it right just once or twice.

Poems say things in only a half, only a quarter. They choose single words worth more than ten of mine. I want to know how their minds shop for words. I want to distill myself like poets do. I want to trade in all my too many common words for the way they use an extraordinary few.

If I keep writing this, I’ll write it forever. I’ll explain myself again, as I have already, as I’m doing now. With more and different other words, with the hope of saying myself fully, like how all the hatched and messy wanton scribbles from a pen might finally color in a page. I want to change that. I want to not rip the page I’ve oversaturated by the tip of my pen.

I’ll start tomorrow, maybe, to explain myself less.