I Love When Companions Basically Get Addicted To Traveling With The Doctor, But I Also Love How We Finally

Please be aware that the "opt-out" choice is just a way to try to appease people. But Tumblr has not been transparent about when has data been sold and shared with AI companies, and there are sources that confirm that data has already been shared before the toggle was even provided to users.

Also, it seems to include data they should not have been able to give under any circumstance, including that of deactivated blogs, private messages and conversations, stuff from private blogs, and so on.

Do not believe that "AI companies will honor the "opt-out request retroactively". Once they've got their hands on your data (and they have), they won't be "honoring" an opt-out option retroactively. There is no way to confirm or deny what data do they have: The fact they are completely opaque on what do they currently "own" and have, means that they can do whatever they want with it. How can you prove they have your data if they don't give everyone free access to see what they've stolen already?

So, yeah, opt out of data sharing, but be aware that this isn't stopping anyone from taking your data. They already have been taking it, before you were given that option. Go and go to Tumblr's Suppport and leave your Feedback on this (politely, but firmly- not everyone in the company is responsible for this.)

Finally: Opt out is not good under any circumstance. Deactivated people can't opt out. People who have lost their passwords can't opt out. People who can't access internet or computers can't opt out. People who had their content reposted can't opt out. Dead people can't opt out. When DeviantArt released their AI image generator, saying that it wasn't trained on people who didn't consent to it, it was proven it could easily replicate the styles of people who had passed away, as seen here. So, yeah. AI companies cannot be trusted to have any sort of respect for people's data and content, because this entire thing is just a data laundering scheme.

Please do reblog for awareness.

I think this is what I needed to make me get out of bed in the morning!

A friend once told me that when they are struggling with getting laundry done, she pretends it is her sworn duty to smuggle the young prince out of the castle to safety, disguised in a laundry hamper.

Now, when I am struggling with hygiene, I pretend I am part of a village with an annual festival, and I get one day a year to spend luxuriously at a bathhouse in preparation.

What my friend imparted on me was the skill of turning mundane tasks into fantastical adventures to make them more compelling and bearable.

So next time you need to go on a mental health walk, maybe consider doing reconnaissance for a secret underground organisation.

Next time cooking is too much of a chore, consider you ability to turn space station rations into a feast to the delight of your crewmates.

30 Day Challenge: Day 14

Day 14: Favorite LGBTQIA+ meme

Fuck yeah.

Ghost

broken shards mirrored on the floor you catch your eye in the shattered pieces tears mingle with blood fingers trying desperately to glue things back together when will you see? the only thing broken is the mirror

i hate the stereotype that ALL aroaces are loveless because like.. no??

Loveless people are amazing and extremely valid, but I'm certainly not one of them.

I personally am extremely aroace and extremely loving. God was like "ah shit we forgot to put romantic and sexual attraction in this mf let's just platonically supercharge them to make up for it".

And to me personally, my aroace identity goes hand in hand with my being extremely platonically loving. The two aren't opposing forces, they're joined hand in hand, interwoven through each other to make a beautiful patterned fabric filled with many different beautiful colours.

My best friends are the loves of my life. They're my platonic soulmates. I would want to spend the rest of my life with them. I adore everything about them, and try to help their best side shine through so that everyone else can see their wonderful glimmer. I could spent eternity hanging out with my best friends and never run out of social energy because I don't have to attempt to conform or hide the weirder shades of my personality. Just being around them is so easy and freeing and just always fills me with such joy.

But oh, because I don't want to kiss them it's not real love and somehow less meaningful than romance???

Fuck off, amatonormativity.

(THIS POST IS NOT TO BE USED AGAINST LOVELESS AROACES IN ANY WAY, EVER. YOU GUYS ARE VALID, YOU'RE ICONIC AND YOU NEED MORE APPRECIATION. SENDING INFINITE GOOD VIBES YOUR WAY.)

These are all actual events. These are all things that have actually happened to Eve and I. This is why I get so angry when guys tell me to just take a compliment. No. No. I do not have to accept that, no person has a right to invade my space to assert their dominance. Fuck that. I don’t owe anyone ANYTHING. I’m allowed to go to the grocery store, the subway, or walk down in the street without being accosted by some loser who feels so low that he has too dominate my space to try and make me feel small so they can feel big.

Fuck you street harassment. 

Ikigai

So these last couple of days I've been meaning to find out wtf ikigai stands for. I don't know why, but it was one of those thoughts that you forget but always remember.

or those who don't know Ikigai means a reason to live, but feel free to correct me.

It's now safe to say that I am both actively looking for a reason to live while also questioning it, even by complete accident.

Have your phone at full brightness at all times so your eyes get blasted into the back of your neck and your battery drops faster than satan falling into hell

Although a long post, I encourage you to read.

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Windows at night with dark curtains are just planetariums for cats