Donate To An Abortion Fund Rn

Does putting a period at the end of a tag work as a bypass? I've seen ppl doing it and have done so myself but i don't have an ios device to see if it works

OH MY GOD IT WORKS

THEY CAN'T EVEN FUCK US OVER PROPERLY

what addons do you use for firefox? i've just downloaded it to switch from chrome (derogatory)

firefox (affectionate)

UBlock Origin obviously. out-the-box works just fine but has a bunch of extra privacy/tracking/spam filters you can enable

Decentraleyes protects you against tracking through "free" curated content delivery and works alongside UBlock (or any of the other common adblocking addons)

I Don't Care About Cookies good for EU users where GDPR made it so every site ever in the universe asks you to accept cookies and privacy terms seventeen times a day. will just auto-accept for you. never see an annoying popup again! but only use in conjunction with...

Cookie Auto Delete does what it says on the tin. will automatically flush cookies, cache, and data when you close a tab. those cookies you just auto accepted? they're gone now. whitelist any sites you wanna stay logged in on and let the rest fucking perish

Don't Track Me Google removes that annoying link conversion when you copy google results. you know when it changes from "site.com" to "encrypted.google.com/randomnonsensefor200charactersblahblahblah"? yeah. this stops that happening. fuck off, google.

Don't Accept image/webp blocks sites from using the most useless file extension known to mankind so you can save as .jpg or .gif as god intended. fuck webp. seriously. what even is that.

Bypass Paywalls Clean exactly what you think it is

HTTPS Everywhere automatically adds ecrypted security to any site that supports https (you can do this manually by adding the s yourself to any url but... who can be fuckin bothere amirite? this does it for you)

New XKit ...duh

Google Search Filter allows you to remove domains from your searches forever. pinterest? gone. weheartit? nuked. also works on duckduckgo. never type "-pinterest" into a search again.

Simple Tab Groups allows you to group tabs together and shove them out of sight, which is nice if you're researching something and don't want 50 bajillion jstor tabs clogging up your normal browsing session

Go to my pinned to see how to fight this

She's going to French Fry his ass-

Saw a few things going around with what some interns may feel or do when having to put up with Richard Hughs and figured I may as well toss my hat into the ring with Marie's probable response to his... everything.

Don't worry Richard! This will only hurt a lot!

Banging out the tunes anniversary

Love this years artfight theme

(Hi hi herosplatling-replica is me!I'm trying my darndest to be less shy!!! o7)

I'm really curious about mal's fashion sense, and if that reflects at all in maldroid on quieter night shifts! Additionally can mal feel it when people touch their robot body when it's night? I've got a lot of questions but I'll start w the pressing ones hehehe

Hello! Thanks for reaching out! I know it’s hard sometimes but I love your stuff! Nice profile pic btw.

Anyway, Mal’s fashion is a little all over the place. They love comfortable clothes. Sweatpants and t-shirts are their go-to. They’re down to try anything on though, and get especially adventurous when in their robot body. Being AMAB, they’re usually too nervous of what people might think of them to dress in feminine outfits. As much as they dislike being stuck in the robot half the time, they do like how freeing it is that they can try anything on with no reservations. The only stipulation is that they can’t cover their chest monitor while helping a patient, as that’s where their vitals are displayed. They have a lot of body dysmorphia as a robot, but finally being able to put some clothes on has helped their self esteem a little. They also like to do cosplays and dress ups with the kids.

The silicone and rubber guards around their limbs are detachable, which allows for an easier fit, but leaves more delicate wiring and machinery exposed. Their outsides are waterproof, but their insides sure aren’t.

As for what they can feel, Maldroid 1.0 is limited to sight and sound. Maldroid 2.0 has sight, sound, heartbeat detection, heat vision, night vision, and later on rudimentary sensors for smell, temperature, and touch. Once Ian found out about Mal’s condition he wanted to make sure they were as comfortable as possible. Before it felt like they were floating in nothing. Sensory deprivation. Now though? It’s not perfect, but it’s better.

Fancy Suit Among The Woes

Disclaimer: I am not Spanish. Feel free to let me know if anything is incorrect or phrases are used wrong. Also I'm doing this on mobile so forgive the appearance haha.

Sofía had spent her morning much more calmly than any of her others. Work wouldn't be starting as early for her today, something about her overtime needing to be cut down temporarily. Despite this, she still wore her uniform, kept her hair tied, and applied her makeup before even considering to take a seat and a sip of her coffee. "Another long day ahead..." she found herself thinking, "And yet... no amount of hours will ever be enough, will they?"

To a degree, that's how it always seemed. Working miserable hours all day every day for a decade had given her nothing more than headache after headache and just enough for them to live comfortably. She let out a sigh, it was too much to mull over... Nothing good came from thinking too much about the negative, but positive thoughts always seemed just out of reach for her these days...

And that was when Joshua came by, fingers fidgeting against one another and his expression displaying a slight anxiety.

"Ah, morning, mijo..." She brushed a stray hair behind her ear, mouth pressed into a small smile. "Didn't think you'd be up so early, you don't have school today."

Her son lowered his head, thinking over his words carefully. "... M-mom, I... I was, uh... You aren't b-busy, are you?"

He seemed... troubled by something. Sofía raised a brow. "No, niño. Are you well? You look tired and sick..." She placed a gentle hand on his forehead, only for him to brush it away.

"I'm fine, I'm f-fine, just... I... I n-need to tell you, uh... a l-little something... but you have to p-promise me, you... you w-won't be w-worried, okay?"

And now was the time to worry. But, as a mother, Sofía has mastered the art of keeping a calm appearance in the face of any peril. Of course, knowing Joshua, it wouldn't be anything too serious. He was never the type to get into trouble.

God, how she wished that were still the case.

"I promise. You can tell mamá anything, cariño."

And here marked the moment where Sofía experienced something every mother fears: helplessness. For no other word held a candle to what she felt as her son went on about his activities for the past few months. News about her long-missing husband, paranoia over somebody spying on him, fears and desperation surrounding what one could only describe as Pandora's box, all of it came forth at once from the tired boy's lips. She followed the whole tale as closely as she could, maintaining her calm façade to not discourage him.

By the end of it all, all the mother could think to do was hold him close. What else could she do but reassure him? Let him know she was there for him at that moment and he would be safe... Provide him with some knowledge that everything would be alright.

And yet, here she was hours later, performing her tasks as fears crept along the dark corners of her mind. "Gordon... what infierno have you fallen into?" She pondered, jotting down numbers and dates from a conversation she half-listened to. It hadn't been enough that her son simply told her, she had to see the device for herself. A tangle of complicated wires and a computer that he refused to shut off, for fear it would never turn back on. And then, there were the chat logs...

The woman pinched the bridge of her nose, removing her glasses. What was she going to do? What could she possibly do? Her son was going through Hell itself to find Gordon, and she could do nothing else but work. What kind of a mother was she?

"What kind indeed, miss Rivera."

Sofía felt an odd chill fill the room around her, the air growing frigid. Confused, she placed her glasses back on and gazed up, where a man stood right before her desk. He was dressed sharply, as everyone else was in the office, skin pale as a sheet, black hair peppered with white, and he held a briefcase of some kind. However, something seemed... unnatural about him, as if his features were juuust unnerving enough to make her uncomfortable.

"A long... day, isn't it, miss Rivera?"

"I..." She narrowed her eyes. "Mrs Freeman. I still have his ring, I still hold his name."

"Ah... ha ha... Of course, how... very silly of me." The man chuckled, approaching a tad closer to stare down at her. "I've heard that there was... shall we say, "trouble in paradise"?"

"¿Qué-? What do you want? I am busy!"

"Oh, not at the moment, I... assure you. See, I knew Gordon before his... untimely departure from this realm. He was... an interesting man, shall we say?"

"¡Ay! He still is! Mi hi-... My son showed me, he has proof mi amado is still alive!"

"I... do not doubt that. However, it is... important to note that retrieving him at this point is... around impossible."

"... Qu-... What do you mean? Who are you?"

"An... old acquaintance of his, miss... Mrs Freeman. I do have some rather... good news, however."

Sofía tilted her head slightly, staring at the man intently as he went on.

"I can provide you with... shall we say, a different employment? One where answers surrounding your husband will be... more accessible for you to find."

The woman's eyes widened, taking a quick glance at the rest of her co-workers, who seemed to be completely frozen in place. "...¡El diablo...!" She muttered in shock. "You come to me... offering me a deal? What do you want from me?"

Another chuckle escaped the man. "I simply wish to help. Provide you with closure and... solace. Allow you to help your brave son. Or, of course... you could always stay here and... fret over the unknown."

She sat up in her seat, thinking over his words carefully. A new job? What kind of job would bring her closer to the truth? Who was this man? How did he know her husband? Her son? How does he know her?

... What is he leaving out of this bargain? There had to be some kind of catch, but...

Even with all that plaguing her mind, the woman still found herself holding out a trembling hand to shake. "Si... I... accept."

The man grinned, placing his freezing hand into hers. "I knew you'd make... the right choice, Mrs Freeman." Her pulled her up to stand, the desk and their surroundings melting away like candlewax. "Now, I'll be the one to inform your... employers that you've found elsewhere to work."

"A-ay, where...?"

"And, while I am at it, I'll make sure to... provide you with your first task. I know you'll do just fine, Mrs Freeman."