Latest Posts by waspluto - Page 2

hey netizens! i'm not sure how many people are aware, but youtube's been slowly rolling out a new anti-adblock policy that can't be bypassed with the usual software like uBlock Origin and Pi-Hole out of the gate

BUT, if you're a uBlock Origin user (or use an adblocker with a similar cosmetics modifier), you can add these commands in the uBlock dashboard (under My Filters) to get rid of it!

youtube.com##+js(set, yt.config_.openPopupConfig.supportedPopups.adBlockMessageViewModel, false) youtube.com##+js(set, Object.prototype.adBlocksFound, 0) youtube.com##+js(set, ytplayer.config.args.raw_player_response.adPlacements, []) youtube.com##+js(set, Object.prototype.hasAllowedInstreamAd, true)

reblog to help keep the internet less annoying and to tell corporations that try shit like this to go fuck themselves <3

Certain words can change your brain forever and ever so you do have to be very careful about it.

Wendy Cope, "From June to December: Summer Villanelle"

this is your daily reminder to take a chonce

I heard reference to something about how all anime are required to have good looking cabbage because of That One Time. So simply looking up "anime cabbage" I found the source.

Some harem anime way back in the day had an episode where the characters cooked, and they animated cabbage so terribly like this it left a bad mark on the anime community forever. Apparently this is part of the reason why all food usually looks good in anime, even moreso than the regular show sometimes. With cabbage being especially well drawn.

A complaint, apparently in a paper.

The first show when released internationally was reanimated in this part.

And high quality or low quality cabbage is sometimes referenced.

I learned of this because the most recent Hologra episode has noel eating cabbage, tearing apart a fine quality cabbage into two low poly halves.

the group chat when i ask whos available to hang out next week

nothing brings me more joy than repeatedly doing a bit that my mother dislikes

you really don't know the effect you have on people. i might just reply your last text with emojis since that's how i think it's supposed to be but it made my whole day, my whole week, and maybe i feel like 2023 is complete. love you

Saturn’s Northern Hexagon © NASA Cassini

If you’ve had a period of basically dissociating from a hard time of your life, you’ll know that doing even the littlest thing that has an effect in the real world vs on a screen can be so profound. Something as little as you doing a favor for someone, or someone noticing something about you that you didn’t think anyone would even pick up on bc your brain is all messed up about being perceived. Your living footprint is all muddied and murky. It takes a lot to even feel like you’re inhibiting your body. So consequences that come as a direct result of you just living, whether big or small, blow you away on an inexplicable level

mine's not 17 yet but yeah okay

"what's your dream job??" Uhh to have 17 weird little hobbies that I don't have to be good at and hang out with friends. I get money via being the world's specialist little princess

i think my problem is that when i’m doing an activity with a friend they’re thinking “i am having fun. this is fun.” but i’m thinking “we are tying the strings of fate we are forming a powerful bond that will last eons”

What a thing it is, to fall in love, to want to know everything there is to know about a person and yet, at the same time, to find the smallest detail—a blade of loose skin peeling from the lower corner of the fingernail—entirely overwhelming, too lovely to bear.

—Nell Stevens, Briefly, A Delicious Life

I thought email was romantic. I know now that my 15 year old self sounded like a boomer instead of a young gal

“in the midst of my chaos i found solace in you”

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I looked at you in the mirror, that day I realized I had a scissor; to cut every memory of ours. You never sent me letters not either flowers, thus I am grateful— of how sharp the scissor was.

It is funny how I write about the letters you never wrote and the flowers you never gave me, while in my memory, what you did was only calling my name.