Guys, this is really important. Until now, Google collected your data, but did not attach your name to it. Now, they can, and will. This new thing they’re doing will allow them to collect your data across searches, your email, Youtube, Maps, Google+, and all their affiliates, and build a complete profile of YOU.
If that doesn’t bother you, maybe this will: they own and can sell all that data, including anything you create and send (artists and writers, take note).
There is a way you can opt out of this ridiculousness. It’s described in the link, but if you’re still not sure about it, please ask me and I’ll guide you through how to turn all this off.
This is my wake-up call. I’ll be locking down my devices and scaling back what I put through the big Google machine, which means you may see less of me across social media. I’m going to keep researching this, but it may mean in order to keep the rights to my creative work, I’ll have to keep it out of Google’s hands. And that may take some doing.
Because y’all started reblogging my old fic idea post, I had to drag up a fic I never posted, read it, and then fall in love with the idea all over again. Without further ado, here’s the summary and first chapter I wrote like way back when:
Summary:
Tim has been Robin for about a year and a half now, and trust him, he’s seen some pretty wacked up stuff, but never this. There’s a man in a leather jacket and a red helmet that’s been following him around, almost acting as a kind of violent and disgruntled guardian angel. He’ll save Tim from a bullet, or maybe help end his fight sooner, and disappear before anyone is the wiser. But the thing that worries him the most is not that he has a stalker or that the leather jacket get-up is seriously screaming issues.
It’s the fact that this guy reminds him so much of Robin II.
But that can’t be right because Jason Todd is dead. Right?
OR
Jason comes back from the dead, and he’s still angry at Bruce and Dick and the world, but God knows he can’t be angry at a kid who gets thrown into the thick of it because of some stupid adult’s problems. He’s been that kid for most of his life, and afterlife. But goddamnit, the last ounce of goodness he has left in him is screaming at him to GET THE KID OUT OF THERE BEFORE HE ENDS UP LIKE YOU. So now Jason’s grand come-back plan has just been revised.
Step 1: Get revenge on Bruce Step 2: Kill the Joker Step 3?: SAVE THE KID
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Things to do with a list such as this:
Spread it.
Download it, keep a back up.
Publish it offline as well, put it in your local anarchist zine, print posters.
Things to do with the location of camps near you:
Spread that specific information in your area.
Get people together. Talk about this. Consider what you can do to spread more information and get more people together. Maybe distribute information at crowded local places.
When you have a good lot of people, hold some solidarity rallies outside the camps. Inform yourself about your rights before hand. Don’t get yourself all arrested if this is your first step into action and you don’t know each other well.
If you have a good reliable group of people together and have done some minor actions, start first talking about and then training for more direct actions. Learn your legal rights. Invite activists who can help you as a medic, legal team, etc.
When you’re ready, blockade the traffic going in and out of these camps.
Consider moving to more disruptive actions from there.
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okay but more of us need to say we are antifa - like if everyone who opposes fascism and trump just refers to themselves as antifa, its going to be harder and harder for moderates and conservatives to write it off as a “terrorist group.”
i know people who are trump supporters. talking to them is the perfect opportunity to say “i’m antifa” or “i support antifa” watch them freak out and then follow up with: “antifa just means anti-fascism - it’s not an organization.. are you for fascism? because i’m anti-fascist.”
i cant believe i have to say “normalize antifascism” but here we are
headcanon: most of the avid seafaring nations are basically gyroscopic. you know, like chickens. they have insanely good balance and are possibly immune to seasickness. this isn't a natural trait and is acquired with practice.
bonus headcanon: that PotC scene of Norrington calmly walking down the stairs as his ship gets utterly obliterated around him even though realistically the shockwaves should be knocking him around? like he's just fucking immune to the laws of physics? yeah seafaring nations can actually pull that off. Arthur does it the most because you gotta admit it's very British but Kiku and Alfred do it too on occasion. Yao used to be really good at it but hasn't been able to do it in centuries, which has resulted in a LOT of "when I was young" rants.
addendum bonus: Alfred is really, really good at mechanical bull riding too. and likely non-mechanical bull riding.
Reblog if you do too. Just to prove that it is more normal than what people actually think.
chess getting a huge update i see
love reading about the Great Rapprochement. Arthur spends 1895 to 1915 metaphorically kneeling on the ground going pspspspsps in Alfred’s general direction mostly getting ignored but occasionally getting an increasingly half-hearted “go fuck yourself” in response. it’s fantastic. look at this.
German Ambassador Bernstoff, a shrewd observer, reported in 1911, “The British efforts [to cultivate America] are meeting with a certain return of platonic affection. The old rooted dislike to England is gradually vanishing… But it is not accompanied by any wish to offer anything in return.” In hard diplomatic coin, the Americans took but they did not give. British ministries from Salisbury to Asquith made important concessions of substance and form to the United States. These statesmen gained not alliance nor even true reciprocity, but the elimination of grounds of conflict, occasional and essentially “platonic” or negative support in world politics, and above all a transformation of American attitudes which would pay immense dividends after 1914. While other factors propelled America in the same direction, British policy from 1895 to 1914 was the indispensable element.
I love it. Arthur hasn’t been this nice to Alfred since 1754 and Alfred is completely weirded out and has absolutely no idea what to do with this. so he just keeps being belligerent and Arthur just keeps being nice until eventually Alfred is sitting at a table in Arthur’s garden wondering how the fuck he came to the point where he’s having literal tea parties with the old fucker.
meanwhile Matthew, Jack, and Eliza are just as weirded out. maybe Matthew less so than Jack and Eliza but like. it’s still really fucking weird when Alfred says things that would get Jack sent to boot camp in the most remote part of the Canadian wilderness and Arthur just smiles. Duncan, Morgan, and Erin are much less surprised, since obviously they remember how much Arthur loved Alfred as a child. on the whole, Duncan thinks it’s funny, Morgan is relieved and pleased, and Erin is utterly disgusted lol. like c’mon, Al, don’t listen to him. he’s so full of shit you know he’s full of shit.
alas, the end of WW1 proves Erin right and Alfred goes right back to belligerent and aloof (though perhaps not near as much as pre-1895).
I only drink hot chocolate.I don’t actually like coffee or tea.I’m Ace.It might have been faster to start with that.
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