(Post-Heresy moment when the 13th company and Surtr have just begun to establish themselves in their new home system)
"Praetor Muspelson, does something trouble you?"
Surtr turned his gaze back towards the young blood Astartes, still bearing the seal of the Dekk-tra upon his vest despite the exile. The bear of a man exhaled slowly, slumping back some more into his seat as a hand reached up to massage the bridge of his nose.
"What is your name son?" the low rumbling voice emitting from the thick woven crimson beard. The Aspirant scarcely saw the man's lips move but he quickly caught himself.
"Erik Skjöldarm my Lord."
"Hmmm,, Skjöldarm, we are no longer Sons of Fenris or Terra, exiled from our King's realm. Yet you bear the markings of the 13th, and call me by my rank which I no longer hold. We are not the Dekk-tra, not anymore." Surtr spoke curtly, his gaze hidden by the hand still rubbing the nose.
"But my Lor-"
The one languid motions of Surtr shifted as his fist slams down on the arm of his seat, the wooden frame cracking from the impact, the resounding noise echoing briefly through the hall. Erik flinched slightly, his words stuck in his throat witnessing the brief outburst from this legend of a man.
"I am no-," those flaming amber eyes bored holes into Erik's skull, feeling the immense presence bear down onto the aspirant's shoulder for a heartbeat then yielding, "I am no longer a Lord, I am not the Dekk-tra's Jarl, nor a Praetor of High-King Russ' Legion. I command only till I feel a successor is found to properly lead our people into this new era we now live in."
The silence feels numbing for Erik, seeing this monument of a being who all neophytes and non-Astartes look up to for not only guidance, but so too hope, now being humbled and (guidelss? hopeless?). Surtr had taken this time to stand, the thick fur cloak rustling while the man strode to look out into the valley beyond the walls of this keep. The faint shimmer of dawn hidden behind thick rain clouds and woodland, the pattering of rain and distant rumble of thunder seem almost silent in comparison to the deafening silence in the hall.
Erik had been a youth born during "The Great Voyage", the decades of travel the entire 13th Great Company had taken leaving the confines of the growing Imperium and out into the void. His parents had been bridge-crew and had front row seats to the full display of Surtr's commanding presence and drive to ensure his people's safety and growth during the long journey, and regale tales to the young boy of Surtr's exploits and rise to power during the Crusade.
The Liberation of Lorik's World, the Scouring of Vhallach, The Council of Nikaea and most notably; The Dulan Campaign. The Saga of the Dulan Campaign is one strongly recalled by the Elders and is what cemented Surtr into becoming the Jarl of the Dekk-tra, being recognized by the High-King himself for Surtr's actions. Was that Surtr,, the same one now that stood before Erik?
",, Muspelson, do you hate High-King Russ?"
Surtr snapped his head round to stare in surprise at the sharp question.
"Never! Why would I ever harbor such feelings for Him?"
"But he is the one who delivered the Exile onto you and our families, did he not? He is the one who now made us leaderless and now forsaken to these lands." Erik continued, holding his stance as Surtr stepped towards him.
"That is not how the trial went young-blood, the High-King was ready to sentence us to a harsher punishment but gave me the chance to decide the fate and-"
"And you chose that we were exiled. That we could continue existing. That we would Live! You. Our Leader. Our Jarl. Our Light."
Surtr blinked as Erik snapped back, the young man jabbing a pointed finger into his broad chest with each emphasis.
"Muspelson, you guided us through the Sea of Stars for decades, you and your peers kept us safe and ensured our growth. You found these new worlds, and reunited us with the lost colonists from Terra. Your People. These make you our Leader, does it not?"
Surtr remains silent, looking down into those amber eyes, which seem both fiery yet soft,, the words emitted feeling true and right.
"Your actions and words bear weight Muspelson, and they have given hope and strength to all of us. Those who have served with you since you were a Huscarl, to the new blood who now look to you for guidance and training. All, respect you and trust you. I, respect and trust you."
Surtr squints slightly, searching into this youth's eyes and his words. Something feels amiss now,,
"Who are you, truly? I suspect you are no Youngblood of my people now,," Surtr spoke slowly, pacing around the being infront of him at arm's length. He and his people had encountered the twisted relatives of the Aeldari and their twisted alchemy, dark beasts that skulk in shadows that drank memories, the Greenskins too but they couldn't make such deceptions.
"Erik was a good man, who shared your lineage from Jørd. He was a warrior, a sailor, a brother, a father. When Jørd still held great oceans, winding rivers, mist veiled forests,," the 'Erik' person responded, their voice shifting different dialects and tones, male, female, something in between.
"We slept, for so, so,, so long, we almost forgot what the voices of Our Children sounded like. The bustling towns and cities, the songs of life and war, when they cursed at us,, and when they prayed and offered tribute. Like sacrificing a goat, mjöd, and rye seeds before leaving your homeland."
Surtr flinches at the last comment, glaring with confusion and rage. He draws out his seax from its worn sheath, the old battered iron blade pale in the shadow of his fur cloak. "Who, no,, what are you?"
'Erik' smiled thinly before their form slowly flaked apart like ash from a burnt timber, the dust flickering into star dust while forming into a tall swirling pillar. Surtr felt he should strike, but he felt no malice,, and something in his old soul told him to stay his hand. This pillar of star dust and lights began to form into a new shape, one that stood taller than the ancient terran, this being was starting to take the shape of a woman in tawny linen robes.
"It is difficult for us to deceive and hide our form from our Children. I hope you will forgive me from this slight of hand. Me and my kin have been following you and your people for quite some time. I have held many names over the eons,, but your ancestors called me,"
Surtr lowered his blade, hanging practically limp in his fingers as he gazed upon this being, a nimbus of amber gold glow surrounding the woman as she finally opened her eyes, revealing pure starlight. He knew that this being was no simple shapeshifter, no trick of his worn out mind, this being was something more,, something that he hasn't experienced in an age since last gazing upon the Emperor on Terra.
(Post-Heresy moment when the 13th company and Surtr have just begun to establish themselves in their new home system)
"Praetor Muspelson, does something trouble you?"
Surtr turned his gaze back towards the young blood Astartes, still bearing the seal of the Dekk-tra upon his vest despite the exile. The bear of a man exhaled slowly, slumping back some more into his seat as a hand reached up to massage the bridge of his nose.
"What is your name son?" the low rumbling voice emitting from the thick woven crimson beard. The Aspirant scarcely saw the man's lips move but he quickly caught himself.
"Erik Skjöldarm my Lord."
"Hmmm,, Skjöldarm, we are no longer Sons of Fenris or Terra, exiled from our King's realm. Yet you bear the markings of the 13th, and call me by my rank which I no longer hold. We are not the Dekk-tra, not anymore." Surtr spoke curtly, his gaze hidden by the hand still rubbing the nose.
"But my Lor-"
The one languid motions of Surtr shifted as his fist slams down on the arm of his seat, the wooden frame cracking from the impact, the resounding noise echoing briefly through the hall. Erik flinched slightly, his words stuck in his throat witnessing the brief outburst from this legend of a man.
"I am no-," those flaming amber eyes bored holes into Erik's skull, feeling the immense presence bear down onto the aspirant's shoulder for a heartbeat then yielding, "I am no longer a Lord, I am not the Dekk-tra's Jarl, nor a Praetor of High-King Russ' Legion. I command only till I feel a successor is found to properly lead our people into this new era we now live in."
The silence feels numbing for Erik, seeing this monument of a being who all neophytes and non-Astartes look up to for not only guidance, but so too hope, now being humbled and (guidelss? hopeless?). Surtr had taken this time to stand, the thick fur cloak rustling while the man strode to look out into the valley beyond the walls of this keep. The faint shimmer of dawn hidden behind thick rain clouds and woodland, the pattering of rain and distant rumble of thunder seem almost silent in comparison to the deafening silence in the hall.
Erik had been a youth born during "The Great Voyage", the decades of travel the entire 13th Great Company had taken leaving the confines of the growing Imperium and out into the void. His parents had been bridge-crew and had front row seats to the full display of Surtr's commanding presence and drive to ensure his people's safety and growth during the long journey, and regale tales to the young boy of Surtr's exploits and rise to power during the Crusade.
The Liberation of Lorik's World, the Scouring of Vhallach, The Council of Nikaea and most notably; The Dulan Campaign. The Saga of the Dulan Campaign is one strongly recalled by the Elders and is what cemented Surtr into becoming the Jarl of the Dekk-tra, being recognized by the High-King himself for Surtr's actions. Was that Surtr,, the same one now that stood before Erik?
",, Muspelson, do you hate High-King Russ?"
Surtr snapped his head round to stare in surprise at the sharp question.
"Never! Why would I ever harbor such feelings for Him?"
"But he is the one who delivered the Exile onto you and our families, did he not? He is the one who now made us leaderless and now forsaken to these lands." Erik continued, holding his stance as Surtr stepped towards him.
"That is not how the trial went young-blood, the High-King was ready to sentence us to a harsher punishment but gave me the chance to decide the fate and-"
"And you chose that we were exiled. That we could continue existing. That we would Live! You. Our Leader. Our Jarl. Our Light."
Surtr blinked as Erik snapped back, the young man jabbing a pointed finger into his broad chest with each emphasis.
"Muspelson, you guided us through the Sea of Stars for decades, you and your peers kept us safe and ensured our growth. You found these new worlds, and reunited us with the lost colonists from Terra. Your People. These make you our Leader, does it not?"
Surtr remains silent, looking down into those amber eyes, which seem both fiery yet soft,, the words emitted feeling true and right.
"Your actions and words bear weight Muspelson, and they have given hope and strength to all of us. Those who have served with you since you were a Huscarl, to the new blood who now look to you for guidance and training. All, respect you and trust you. I, respect and trust you."
Surtr squints slightly, searching into this youth's eyes and his words. Something feels amiss now,,
"Who are you, truly? I suspect you are no Youngblood of my people now,," Surtr spoke slowly, pacing around the being infront of him at arm's length. He and his people had encountered the twisted relatives of the Aeldari and their twisted alchemy, dark beasts that skulk in shadows that drank memories, the Greenskins too but they couldn't make such deceptions.
"Erik was a good man, who shared your lineage from Jørd. He was a warrior, a sailor, a brother, a father. When Jørd still held great oceans, winding rivers, mist veiled forests,," the 'Erik' person responded, their voice shifting different dialects and tones, male, female, something in between.
"We slept, for so, so,, so long, we almost forgot what the voices of Our Children sounded like. The bustling towns and cities, the songs of life and war, when they cursed at us,, and when they prayed and offered tribute. Like sacrificing a goat, mjöd, and rye seeds before leaving your homeland."
Surtr flinches at the last comment, glaring with confusion and rage. He draws out his seax from its worn sheath, the old battered iron blade pale in the shadow of his fur cloak. "Who, no,, what are you?"
'Erik' smiled thinly before their form slowly flaked apart like ash from a burnt timber, the dust flickering into star dust while forming into a tall swirling pillar. Surtr felt he should strike, but he felt no malice,, and something in his old soul told him to stay his hand. This pillar of star dust and lights began to form into a new shape, one that stood taller than the ancient terran, this being was starting to take the shape of a woman in tawny linen robes.
"It is difficult for us to deceive and hide our form from our Children. I hope you will forgive me from this slight of hand. Me and my kin have been following you and your people for quite some time. I have held many names over the eons,, but your ancestors called me,"
Surtr lowered his blade, hanging practically limp in his fingers as he gazed upon this being, a nimbus of amber gold glow surrounding the woman as she finally opened her eyes, revealing pure starlight. He knew that this being was no simple shapeshifter, no trick of his worn out mind, this being was something more,, something that he hasn't experienced in an age since last gazing upon the Emperor on Terra.
HOW TO GET YOUR ACCOUNT BACK FROM RANDOM NIGHTMARE SURPRISE TERMINATION!!!!!!!!!!!
I woke up on sunday morning to find that my whole account had been terminated out of the blue. VERY DISTRESSING!!! if this has just happened to you, YOU CAN GET YOUR ACCOUNT RESTORED. the best part is, everything remains intact! your messages, asks, followers, posts, etc. don't fret!! they restored my account only a day after it had been terminated. usually, it takes one to two weeks for a response. HERE'S WHAT I DID!!!
it's important that you send a SUPPORT TICKET. don't randomly email them!!! go to https://www.tumblr.com/support and choose "terminated account" as your reason.
include the email of the account that got terminated. this makes it easier for them to recover it! if you can't send it from that email, just include it in the message.
include the following: to the best of your knowledge, you have re-read the site rules and you haven't broken any site guidelines. state how important your account is to you, and stress how thankful you are for their help in recovering it. BE POLITE. EVEN IF YOU'RE UPSET OR PISSED OFF!!!! it significantly ups your chances of being listened to. I included the phrase "I'm sure you understand the importance of this" which is corporatespeak for "FIX THIS OR SO HELP ME GOD" and that seemed to get their attention.
you can also @ support on tumblr with the issue, and @ them on another site (e.g. twitter). there's a chance they'll see and respond quicker! cover all your options. the reddit for tumblr account termination is no longer active so don't bother with that.
if they don't respond within a few days, reply to the confirmation email they sent after you sent in your request. follow up! ask for updates! reiterate the urgency of the situation! make sure you're not responding to an address with "noreply" in it!
REALLY HOPE THIS HELPS!!!! all is not lost you just gotta be STERN AND POLITE. it's terrifying to have your entire account vanish overnight but there is always hope okay. love you good luck
UPDATE: I had to do this whole thing AGAIN because my art blog ALSO got terminated out of the blue and they got back to me the very next day. this shit works!!!! I think the main factor is following up by replying to their confirmation email because as soon as I did that they got back to me.
Can confirm this is how I tackled it when this blog was randomly terminated a while back; I had to do this before. I got my whole blog back, which is good, because I think this one is over a decade old by now.
there's been multiple reports of people's computers not booting properly after the windows 11 24H2 KB5063878 update due to it essentially wiping the hard drives (specifically SSDs) on computers and laptops. users have reported their SSDs aren't able to be read/recognized and unable to be seen in bios settings either.
it's safe to assume all SSDs can be potentially affected by this update, so if you haven't updated yet turn off autoupdates
the bug caused by this update is seemingly triggered by installing/moving/deleting large files (50+ gb), which as simmers is what a lot of us do very pften
if you're unsure what windows version you currently have:
go to settings > system > about (at they very bottom) > and scroll down to see the current OS version
if you do currently have windows 11 24H2:
in settings, click 'Windows update' > 'Update history' > and under 'Quality Updates' check to see if the KB5063878 update is in the list of recently installed updates
don't panic, you can uninstall this update!
while in 'Update History', scroll to the very bottom and click 'Uninstall updates', and click 'Uninstall' for 'Security Update for Microsoft Windows (KB5063878)'
from there, give it some time to remove the update and after pause updates for as long as possible (5 weeks is the longest i think), but it will force an update if there's a big/official update for the fix
if you've already been affected and your computer is not starting or giving errors regarding your hard drive, i recommend visiting small pc repair shops to try data recovery as some have reported placing their SSD in an enclosure seems to work to recover the data
hopefully this is helpful is any kind of way! friendly reminder to back up your data to an external drive routinely!
Alright! So.. I've decided I REALLY needed to put together a reference sheet for my drifter, knowing I'll be drawing her quite a bit.. and I'm so happy with how she turned out oh my god. She's very different from previous posts, but from here on this will be her normal look! She looks a bit cold at first, but quickly shows her soft side when ya' get to know her better~
I'll be adding color as well, but taking the time to write out some lore for her and getting inspired to draw this lil' sheet from all the other drifters I've been seeing.. There's still SO much more I want to share about her, but I'll keep that to future post~
Elunite Ore, a rare mineral considered blessed by Elune Herself, is one often sought after; and yet shrouded in mystery. As many priests, priestesses, templars, and other devotees of the Goddess may strive to incorporate Elunite into their armaments and regalia, the quest for obtaining and fashioning this material is one that has spanned many lands and generations. This is a compendium on the nature of Elunite from various geologists, theorists, and researchers across Azeroth.
Earthly Origins
The origin of Elunite’s terrestrial formation is not entirely understood by Sisterhood scholars, nor by lithic experts of the world. One of the oldest proposed ideas is rooted in the ancient legend of Elune and the Well of Eternity: that she once dwelled in its depths during the day, and rose into the sky as the moon each night. Due to her strong former connection to this font of arcane power, it is surmised that Elunite may actually be crystallized remnants of the great well; whose leyline rivers once nourished the planet. One theorist believes that because all modern moonwells contain traces of the Well of Eternity, and are damaging to demons and scourgeblight, this could explain the similar holy properties of Elunite. However, others claim that it finds its beginnings as a simple, mundane ore embedded within the earth, which is eventually augmented with Elune’s blessings once it is exposed to the surface and directly shone upon by moonlight. More mythical sentiments say that any ore can become Elunite if the goddess wills it, and that finding it is an extremely rare and divine auspice.
It is believed that processed Elunite is a multi-faceted metal whose properties can change depending on imbuement from various moon phases and other major lunar events, such as eclipses. While some think it is ever-shifting, varied accounts of miners and blacksmiths with the remarkable ability to shape Elunite describe that its qualities are determined by the state of the moon on the exact night that the ore is extracted from the earth. Either way, this is a succinct list of their observations:
Full Moon Properties: Bolsters the wearer/wielder’s healing capabilities, and is often inlaid into staves and suturing needles. Full Moon Elunite is also highly damaging to demons and the undead; therefore anyone on a demonic or undead purgation mission may seek out a weapon of this influence to aid in expunging corruption.
Waxing Moon Properties: Becomes a material which houses additional mana, that can then be tapped into for a small increase in magical reserves until recharged beneath the next waxing moon. Those who carry moonwater or the liquid fire of Elune may opt for this particular metal to house these sacred substances.
Quarter Moon Properties: Contains a natural abjurative energy which is typically used in the creation of Elunite shields, talismans, librams, wards, and armor for those who exercise a more defensive combat style, or wish to protect themselves magically against unholy forces.
Waning Moon Properties: Often the choice for Elunite accessories and other ephemera, which are usually crafted with the eventual intent of Elunarian sacrifice. When an item of waning moon Elunite is offered up, its physical form is completely consumed in exchange for a singular blessing, protection, or spell. Lunar liturgical glyphs or words of power are typically engraved on these accessories with particular spellwork in mind, although a priest/priestess may sacrifice a blank slate piece and incant one spell of choice with a greater potency.
New Moon Properties: It is said that New Moon Elunite is magically similar to the blessing of shadowmeld, allowing for easier camouflage into surrounding environments and quieter movements. Those who wish to make use of the protection offered by chainlinks or armor plates, while still retaining obscurity, may seek to have their regalia crafted with this semi-noise-dampening material. This offshoot of Elunite is additionally often sought after for the creation of arrowheads, shurikens, and other projectiles; as its magick may be utilized for brief invisibility before it dissipates and its physical counterparts reappear.
Solar Eclipse: Solar-eclipsed Elunite is often chosen in the creation of rings (such as archery thumb-rings) that are usually beset with moonstones and other blessed gems, whose imbuements can strengthen one's physical or magickal attacks.
Lunar Eclipse: Lunar-eclipsed Elunite is typically the choice material for divination tools: such as pendulums, scrying mirrors, and spirit-speaking quills. Some also craft ritual daggers with this material for the purpose of collecting flesh to be offered in Elunarian flame sacrifices.
Artisanal Knowledge
Another unknown characteristic of Elunite is how an artisan attains the ability to gather and shape the ore. It seems that precious few across Azeroth have this exceptional privilege, the two most prominent having once resided in the boughs of Darnassus. Elanaria and Mathiel have not been seen since the Burning of Teldrassil, but much can be gleaned from the stories of those who once worked with them. Many miners and blacksmiths are incapable of grasping the techniques surrounding Elunite, which poses some intriguing theories. The simplest is that the secrets of this ore are strongly protected, and seldom taught to others. Another that some have posited, is that the way to gain the privilege of crafting with this mineral requires proving oneself by performing an act of protection or preservation in defense of the goddess’s domain. She then assumedly rewards this deed with the artisanal knowledge of Elunite, or it then becomes malleable to that specific person. Elanaria supposedly tasked her trade partners and trainees with sacred missions such as slaying satyrs actively corrupting moonwells, and ending the suffering of oathbound shades. The late, self-cursed Captain Elura was said to wear a precious medallion, though we do not know if it was of Elunite make. Some theorize it was simply requested as a physical token of proof for the task; while others believe it was Elunite indeed, which is why Elanaria wanted it retrieved. If the medallion was shaped of this hallowed ore, the fact that Elura still wore it even in death may speak to its deep reverence, a spiritual binding property, or a partial immateriality.
Because of its sanctity, and the profound cultural respect for it among Kaldorei, crafting with Elunite may be more common among the Sisterhood of Elune; but still heavily guarded from the rest of the world. It could be that there is a sect of the Sisterhood devoted to sacred artisanry such as this; or, the Sisterhood may commission lay craftsmen who possess the means to Elunite. This material is also said to be utilized in profession tools such as sewing needles for mooncloth tailoring, quill nibs for lunar inscription, and rune rods for Elunarian enchanting. Hippogryph riders of the Sentinel Army, as well as individual riders, may commission blessed Elunite hoofshoes for fortified hind leg attacks, periods of extended wear on the back legs, when the creatures grow old, or are unable to fly; as some claim that they ease pain. Additionally, some equip saber, owl, and chimera companions with Elunite armor, claw/talon caps, and adornments just as they would wear regalia themselves.
In regards to metalworking with Elunite, some theorize that cold working (shaping metal at or below room temperature) may be the superior method as opposed to the extreme heats used with common minerals. Byproducts of Elunite smithing, such as the coal that is left behind from this process, may be used within braziers. It is said that Elunite coals, and the flames that burn from them, are resistant to water quenching; and as such are often used in settlements or outposts with heavy rain and snowfall. The most prevalent theory as to how these fires continue to burn posits that the coals themselves must be open to the skies, as the flames are “kindled,” so to speak, by the energies of the moon each night. Members of the Sisterhood are said to carefully wrap and gift Elunite coals to patrons on various holidays for people to place within the hearths of their home as tokens of spiritual protection and good will. Communal events organized by the order additionally use Elunite coals in cooking fires as an added method of blessing food stores; which some claim temporarily defends against illness, strengthens the body, and fortifies the spirit.
As of today, it is unclear whether or not Elunite can be alloyed. It could be that those who are able to work with the ore simply refuse to do so for fear of dampening its sacred properties; or, its inherent magick may be rendered useless or significantly weaker when alloyed with other common metals. In matters of corrosion, Elunite proves particularly mysterious. It would stand to reason that the goddess’s ties to water might strengthen the ore against rusting and deteriorating over time; although, there have not been any ancient Elunite artifacts recovered as of yet, perhaps implying that the material cannot withstand the elemental ravages of the eons. One possible argument against this is that because the ore is tremendously sacred, there may be ways to reshape or reuse the material; and that is why no timelost Elunite relics have been recovered.
Lore and Legend
Ancient, yet unsupported stories, say that Luminarian was one of the first to uncover the mysteries of Elunite; his name supposedly a pseudonym of sorts to commemorate his luminary works, and the ability to shape this luminous ore. While Elunite was fabled to be the reason for his rise to prominence, many speculate that he eventually abandoned the craft in favor of arcane creations; hence his lasting fame as a magesmith, and as the creator of mythical weapons like Felo’melorn and the Prismatic Blades.
It is also rumored that the legendary Ta’Kierthan Songblades may have been forged of Elunite, considering they were crafted by a renowned Kaldorei priest: many of whom employ music and singing in their devotions and spellwork. The art of bardic weaponry seems to be an elusive one, perhaps completely lost to the ages, but nonetheless a technique that Elunarian scholars still seek in the ruins scattered across the lands of Azeroth.
Those who traveled through the Dark Portal nearly forty years ago, as well as Draenei refugees, have noted a striking similarity between Elunite and some regalia found on Draenor, as well as others bequeathed directly by the naaru. No one is certain where these pieces are originally from: some claim that they once belonged to adventurers and were merely traded through many hands, while others are convinced that Elune and her blessed ore could have connections to the naaru, and that the ore may be on other planets throughout the cosmos. Elunite-imbued leggings were also recovered from the forest troll stronghold of Zul’aman; though how they got there is anyone’s guess. A commonality between all of these items is an increased critical strike chance, as well as greater potency for both damage and healing via magical spells. Two of the three also provide a passive mana restoration over time (much like moonwells), perhaps owing to the nature of Elunite’s inherent power.
All these billionaires who invested in the metaverce and Neuralink must be questioning their life choices looking at what what furries are doing in VR chat.
I've been on this project for nearing 3 years, now! Here's the repository for anybody interested. We support loads of different EEGs, but most initial testing was done on our Muse 2 headbands (you can find em on ebay for around $120. They fit under VR headsets just fine).
…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment
likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post
the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like.
Also From Microsoft’s own FAQ: "Note that Recall does not perform content moderation. It will not hide information such as passwords or financial account numbers. 🤡
Because this has mostly been talked about with Windows 11, heads-up that this installed itself on every Windows 10 computer in our house with this week's update.
