#Messaging

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An adversarial iMessage client for Android

Adversarial interoperability is one of the most reliable ways to protect tech users from predatory corporations: that's when a technologist reverse-engineers an existing product to reconfigure or mod it (interoperability) in ways its users like, but which its manufacturer objects to (adversarial):

https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2019/10/adversarial-interoperability

"Adversarial interop" is a mouthful, so at EFF, we coined the term "competitive compatibility," or comcom, which is a lot easier to say and to spell.

Scratch any tech success and you'll find a comcom story. After all, when a company turns its screws on its users, it's good business to offer an aftermarket mod that loosens them again. HP's $10,000/gallon inkjet ink is like a bat-signal for third-party ink companies. When Mercedes announces that it's going to sell you access to your car's accelerator pedal as a subscription service, that's like an engraved invitation to clever independent mechanics who'll charge you a single fee to permanently unlock that "feature":

https://www.techdirt.com/2023/12/05/carmakers-push-forward-with-plans-to-make-basic-features-subscription-services-despite-widespread-backlash/

Comcom saved giant tech companies like Apple. Microsoft tried to kill the Mac by rolling out a truly cursèd version of MS Office for MacOS. Mac users (5% of the market) who tried to send Word, Excel or Powerpoint files to Windows users (95% of the market) were stymied: their files wouldn't open, or they'd go corrupt. Tech managers like me started throwing the graphic designer's Mac and replacing it with a Windows box with a big graphics card and Windows versions of Adobe's tools.

Comcom saved Apple's bacon. Apple reverse-engineered MS's flagship software suite and made a comcom version, iWork, whose Pages, Numbers and Keynote could flawlessly read and write MS's Word, Excel and Powerpoint files:

https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2019/06/adversarial-interoperability-reviving-elegant-weapon-more-civilized-age-slay

It's tempting to think of iWork as benefiting Apple users, and certainly the people who installed and used it benefited from it. But Windows users also benefited from iWork. The existence of iWork meant that Windows users could seamlessly collaborate on and share files with their Mac colleagues. IWork didn't just add a new feature to the Mac ("read and write files that originated with Windows users") – it also added a feature to Windows: "collaborate with Mac users."

Every pirate wants to be an admiral. Though comcom rescued Apple from a monopolist's sneaky attempt to drive it out of business, Apple – now a three trillion dollar company – has repeatedly attacked comcom when it was applied to Apple's products. When Apple did comcom, that was progress. When someone does comcom to Apple, that's piracy.

Apple has many tools at its disposal that Microsoft lacked in the early 2000s. Radical new interpretations of existing copyright, contract, patent and trademark law allows Apple – and other tech giants – to threaten rivals who engage in comcom with both criminal and civil penalties. That's right, you can go to prison for comcom these days. No wonder Jay Freeman calls this "felony contempt of business model":

https://pluralistic.net/2023/11/09/lead-me-not-into-temptation/#chamberlain

Take iMessage, Apple's end-to-end encrypted (E2EE) instant messaging tool. Apple customers can use iMessage to send each other private messages that can't be read or altered by third parties – not cops, not crooks, not even Apple. That's important, because when private messaging systems get hacked, bad things happen:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2014_celebrity_nude_photo_leak

But Apple has steadfastly refused to offer an iMessage app for non-Apple systems. If you're an Apple customer holding a sensitive discussion with an Android user, Apple refuses to offer you a tool to maintain your privacy. Those messages are sent "in the clear," over the 38-year-old SMS protocol, which is trivial to spy on and disrupt.

Apple sacrifices its users' security and integrity in the hopes that they will put pressure on their friends to move into Apple's walled garden. As CEO Tim Cook told a reporter: if you want to have secure communications with your mother, buy her an iPhone:

https://finance.yahoo.com/news/tim-cook-says-buy-mom-210347694.html

Last September, a 16-year old high school student calling himself JJTech published a technical teardown of iMessage, showing how any device could send and receive encrypted messages with iMessage users, even without an Apple ID:

https://jjtech.dev/reverse-engineering/imessage-explained/

JJTech even published code to do this, in an open source library called Pypush:

https://github.com/JJTech0130/pypush

In the weeks since, Beeper has been working to productize JJTech's code, and this week, they announced Beeper Mini, an Android-based iMessage client that is end-to-end encrypted:

https://beeper.notion.site/How-Beeper-Mini-Works-966cb11019f8444f90baa314d2f43a54

Beeper is known for a multiprotocol chat client built on Matrix, allowing you to manage several kinds of chat from a single app. These multiprotocol chats have been around forever. Indeed, iMessage started out as one – when it was called "iChat," it supported Google Talk and Jabber, another multiprotocol tool. Other tools like Pidgin have kept the flame alive for decades, and have millions of devoted users:

https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2021/07/tower-babel-how-public-interest-internet-trying-save-messaging-and-banish-big

But iMessage support has remained elusive. Last month, Nothing launched Sunchoice, a disastrous attempt to bring iMessage to Android, which used Macs in a data-center to intercept and forward messages to Android users, breaking E2EE and introducing massive surveillance risks:

https://www.theverge.com/2023/11/21/23970740/sunbird-imessage-app-shut-down-privacy-nothing-chats-phone-2

Beeper Mini does not have these defects. The system encrypts and decrypts messages on the Android device itself, and directly communicates with Apple's servers. It gathers some telemetry for debugging, and this can be turned off in preferences. It sends a single SMS to Apple's servers during setup, which changes your device's bubble from green to blue, so that Apple users now correctly see your device as a secure endpoint for iMessage communications.

Beeper Mini is now available in Google Play:

https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.beeper.ima&hl=en_US

Now, this is a high-stakes business. Apple has a long history of threatening companies like Beeper over conduct like this. And Google has a long history deferring to those threats – as it did with OG App, a superior third-party Instagram app that it summarily yanked after Meta complained:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/02/05/battery-vampire/#drained

But while iMessage for Android is good for Android users, it's also very good for Apple customers, who can now get the privacy and security guarantees of iMessage for all their contacts, not just the ones who bought the same kind of phone as they did. The stakes for communications breaches have never been higher, and antitrust scrutiny on Big Tech companies has never been so intense.

Apple recently announced that it would add RCS support to iOS devices (RCS is a secure successor to SMS):

https://9to5mac.com/2023/11/16/apple-rcs-coming-to-iphone/

Early word from developers suggests that this support will have all kinds of boobytraps. That's par for the course with Apple, who love to announce splashy reversals of their worst policies – like their opposition to right to repair – while finding sneaky ways to go on abusing its customers:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/09/22/vin-locking/#thought-differently

The ball is in Apple's court, and, to a lesser extent, in Google's. As part of the mobile duopoly, Google has joined with Apple in facilitating the removal of comcom tools from its app store. But Google has also spent millions on an ad campaign shaming Apple for exposing its users to privacy risks when talking to Android users:

https://www.theverge.com/2023/9/21/23883609/google-rcs-message-apple-iphone-ipager-ad

While we all wait for the other shoe to drop, Android users can get set up on Beeper Mini, and technologists can kick the tires on its code libraries and privacy guarantees.

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/12/07/blue-bubbles-for-all/#never-underestimate-the-determination-of-a-kid-who-is-time-rich-and-cash-poor

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Fashion and the Messaging Machine: Balancing Authenticity🎸

Fashion has always been a dynamic and expressive industry, constantly evolving to reflect cultural shifts and societal trends. However, in recent years, the emphasis on influencing has led to concerns about authenticity. Are these brands prioritizing controversey over substance?

Join Us Down the Rabbit Hole

The fashion industry has undergone significant transformation over the decades. From haute couture to ready-to-wear, and now the dominance of fast fashion, the industry's evolution has been marked by its ability to adapt and innovate. Streetwear culture, with its roots in urban environments, has significantly influenced mainstream fashion, bringing a new level of edginess and relevance.

Streetwear has revolutionized fashion by blending fabrics, labels, and attitude for the daily life. Gaining power from empowering the individual, the antidote to a long history of exploitation that continues to push back.

Messaging in Fashion

In the flurry between the Battle of the Brand crossfire, messaging is vital.Communicating values, social stances, and cultural relevancy. This messaging shapes identity and influences perception. However, with this power comes the responsibility to ensure that messaging is genuine and not just a marketing ploy.

Fashion Marketing Hangovers: Greenwashing-Rainbow Washing-Woke Washing

Greenwashing refers to brands falsely promoting themselves as environmentally friendly.

Rainbow washing occurs when brands use LGBTQ+ symbols during Pride Month to generate revenue without actually supporting the community.

Woke washing involves brands adopting social justice rhetoric, imagery or even labels to seem socially aware and progressive.

Who's To Blame? Brands that feature representation in their ads but lack representation within their corporate structures, leading to the erosion of trust and pain at the bottom line.

Encouraging Authenticity- begins and ends with people. In the People First model we can retrace our roots and regain integrity.

To quote Nemo it's time to break ,"The Code".

Fashion's relationship with messaging is complex and multifaceted. Want in on the conversation? Explore our Free Online Fashion Design Courses and start creating your unique designs today. And when you're ready to bring your creations to life, print them with Unique Boutique Streetwear.

Let's make magic, together!🤘🍑

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interact with this post if you're comfortable with messaging and chatting to you about books and stuff!! I want to know my tumblr girlies and mutuals <3

[anarchist-caravan]

Chat Control 2.0 also means the end of private communication. Hell world.

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Most Popular Messaging App in Every Country

[odinsblog]

🎯 This advice goes for any political messaging: never accept nor repeat the other side’s premise, and don’t use their talking points. Instead, restate it in a way that reinforces your own argument.

Stated differently, how you present your argument matters; framing matters. Be the framer, not the framed.

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DynamightX is typing…

Katsuki Bakugou X FemReader

Part Two!

Masterlist here!

Content warning: cursing, fighting, fluff

Abbreviations will be used such as instead of You i will use U during the messaging parts!

also I am so SORRY this took so long! I fucking deleted the final draft and honestly it was just before my trip so finally finished!

♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎

Your palms were raw, jaw was aching and brows were drawn tightly together as you watched Mina desperately slide across the ground. Her body bruised and cut from the raging, blonde maniac behind her. Your own heart was beating as you watched the grinning jerk swing his palm forward, it fizzled and a large explosion erupted from it sending Mina flying forward on her front way past the boundary line.

You quickly rushed to your friend as you helped her up on shaking legs. Her chin bleeding and breaths laboured from the fall. Uraraka and Jirou quickly took Mina from you and you spun round to find Bakugou glowering at Mina. Mineta and Kaminari were of course sucking up to Bakugou who just ignored them. His eyes moving to meet yours as you marched over. His eye twitched and palm fizzled once more, muscles taut and sweaty. He wasn't going to back down from an obvious challenge.

"You bully! That was so unnecessary, did you even hear the instructions or are you just-just a dumb brute" You exclaimed as you found yourself directly in-front of the psycho you are forced to call a classmate.

"you gotta problem extra? take it up behind the line" Bakugou nodded to the white line just behind him. Your skin prickled as your lips pulled together in a tight grin. You moved to step by him with every intention of pummelling him to the ground.

Bakugou turned to follow cracking his neck and knuckles. His eyes narrowed in on your back. He's been wanting to teach you a lesson. You had bugged him ever since the entrance exam. You weren't even that good at using your quirk yet you ended up in the same class as him. A no good extra who was just in his way.

"we are finished here today. I won't allow a barbaric fight. Pros must keep a level head" Aizawa's voice cut through the tension causing you both to pause and look over your shoulders.

"Take Mina to Recovery Girl. Bakugou Y/N I will give both of you detention if you take another step" Your shoulders slumped at his words and you sighed. "everyone clean up for lunch"

Kaminari and Mineta immediately began moaning at how they were going to miss such a cool fight. A red glare from Aizawa quickly shut them up as you all headed to the changing rooms and changed for lunch.

...

You could literally feel the holes being burned into your skull from the boy down the table from you. Bakugou had not taken his eyes off you since training. He tried to call you out after the changing rooms but you brushed by the barking idiot, choosing to be the bigger person--which was proving quite difficult at this moment.

DynamightX has sent you a message!...

Your phone pinged and you were quick to pick it up. A tiny grin on your face. Your attention completely focused now on your phone that you didn't even notice that your skull wasn't burning anymore.

DynamightX: Oi! where ya been today, why haven't u messaged.

XAmethysta_: Aw did u miss me?

You had completely forgot about your online friend. The mysterious boy who you had been texting almost non-stop for about three weeks. You forgot this morning that you had told him you'd class and would text him later.

DynamightX: shut up. u said you'd text me. I don't like when people don't hold up their end

XAmethysta_: shut ups just say that u missed me lol

Bakugou was grinning ever so subtly at your message. His brow quirking up at your teasing. He would normally blitz someone for talking to him like this--admit he missed someone? ha! he barely likes saying hi to people but you...He missed you, just a bit.

DynamightX: Shut it loser, what u doing anyways

XAmethysta_: haha I missed u too and I'm just eating my lunch

DynamightX: u better be eating something more nutritious than noodles

XAmethysta_: leave my diet of noodles alone! just cuz your a health freak mr my body is a temple

DynamightX is typing...

The bell rang and you stuffed your phone into your pocket, quickly gathering your tray of food and dumping in into the bin. You headed to your next class falling slightly behind your friends. You were a bit tired as the hallway slowly emptied other students were obviously more keen and energetic than you were. You didn't notice the trailing blonde, not until he was basically on top of you. Your shoes squeaked as they scuffed the ground, trying to keep you up as Bakugou looked up from his phone and stumbled back.

You spun round ready to see who it was before you chewed their head but the minute you eyes locked with those narrowed red ones your mouth moved before you even thought to pause. Your shoulders squared and finger pointed.

"watch were you're going! I know you can't understand instructions but surely you were taught how to walk and keep out of other peoples spaces!" You snapped, nose scrunched and brows tightly wound.

Bakugous teeth gritted and his own mouth opened to bark back at you. It was always you. You were always the issue, always annoying him, getting in his way--just your presence alone! sent him over the edge some days. He couldn't stand you and he didn't know why--no scratch that he did know why. You were a dumb, annoying, slow extra who was in his way, in his way to becoming number one

"watch where I'm going?! you were in my way. why were ya even walking so slow?! damn extra" Bakugou spat and your lip curled at his response.

“What the hell is your problem? Like seriously” Bakugou’s muscles tensed beneath his wrinkled shirt as you stabbed your finger into his chest. Your nose flared and brows pinched as you glared daggers up at him.

“My problem is you—you and your shitty quirk that you can’t even use properly!” He snapped. His sweaty palm coming to grab your wrist and fire the finger stabbed into his chest away.

“My shitty quirk? Okay—ha! You’re on Bakugou after school today in the gym gamma” You stepped back still hot and fired up as you turned on your heel.

“If you don’t show i’ll take that as your forfeit and that me and my shitty quirk are superior”

Bakugou huffed a hot breath as he watched you walk away. His head sore and skin damp with hot sweat. His narrowed red eyes honed in on your retreating form as he envisioned the many ways he would make you eat dirt.

…

You weren’t superior…

You scrambled up from the ground that almost cracked under your feet from the monstrous blast behind you. Your training uniform torn at the knees from how many times you’d fallen, hands skidded and bruised from bearing the weight of your body to keep yourself from crumbling as you skidded across the training ground.

Bakugou was right on time after school and wasted no time the moment you stepped into the training ground. He was fast, cunning and determined to make you regret. He didn’t waste any energy toying about—no, every move he made was planned. He knew how he was going to make you eat dirt.

You cried out as a hot blast sent you flying forward onto your stomach. An almost renactment of how he sent Mina flying earlier. Your chin hit the ground and sent your teeth almost through your tongue as blood filled your mouth. You again stumbled back up, head pounding, heart racing and body aching.

You spun to face the raving lunatic who stood a few feet away from you and was virtually untouched except for the small cut across his cheek; the only mark you managed to land. He took a step forward and you instinctively shuffled back. Your fingers coming to join your finger tips together as you forced your quirk to work once more. You’d already overused it, pushed yourself beyond your limit in order to last this long.

Your knees wobbled as you pushed your heels into the ground in response to Bakugou taking another step. His palm crackling as that psychotic grin flashed upon his face. He won, of course he was going to win. He didn’t need to do this but he wanted to. You fingertips fizzled with purple wisps but nothing happened and your heart dropped to your stomach. Your expression was one of horror at the sight of your quirk completely giving out on you.

“Shitty fucking quirk for a shitty fucking extra” Bakugous voice made the hair on your neck raise as he continued his approach. Your breaths grew quicker and you fled. Your fight was done, you couldn’t win and you couldn’t face a full on blast from Bakugou.

Your knees collapsed as you crossed the boundary line. Your eyes wet with fresh tears as you slouched forward. The adrenaline leaving your body as you felt the full force of the battle both the physical and emotional drain. You could hear his steps draw near and feel his eyes on you. You kept your head down in shame, too embarrassed to look him in his eyes.

Bakugou gave you a once over and rolled his eyes. You were pathetic and didn’t deserve his respect. Your sniffles made his stomach turn as he walked over to his bag and grabbed it glancing once more at you before leaving you to wallow in your shame. Did you really think you had a chance? You had no plan and you panicked the minute he got serious. He wasn’t even trying in that battle with you and yet you crumbled so easily.

You wiped your eyes with your tattered sleeve as you finally stumbled up and grabbed your own belongings. The walk back to the dorm was quiet and painful, every step you took lit a fire in your sore muscles. You looked into the window of the dorms seeing everyone downstairs with each other. You gently set your bag down and pulled your hoodie out. It took a moment to pull on given how it hurt your ribcage to lift your elbows higher than your chest. You chewed on your lip as you pushed the door open and made a beeline for the stairs.

“Y/N! You’re only back now where ya’ been?” Mina’s voice cut through everyone else’s and you froze too scared to turn around.

“U-Um I had to print something out in the Library” You lied and pushed the door to the stairs open and quickly stepped in.

…

You lay on your bed skin damp from the hot shower you spent almost an hour sitting in. The towel wrapped round you providing little comfort to the stinging cuts and purpling skin. Your eyes stinging too with fresh tears that just wouldn’t stop. Your sniffles being the only other sound in your qui-

Buzz!

Your phone lit up on your bedside table as it buzzed multiple times. Your hand reached out weakly to grab it and pull it towards you slowly turning over on your side you read over the notifications from the same person.

DynamightX is typing!…

DynamightX has sent you a message!

DynamightX has sent you a message!

DynamightX is typing!…

DynamightX has sent you a message!

You groaned and just let your phone flop back onto your pillow as you shut your eyes. You didn’t wanna talk to anyone right now. You wanted to be left alone—forever preferably.

Your phone buzzed again and you grabbed it with a sigh, ready to power it off completely and go to sleep when your eyes widened at the image displayed across your screen.

DynamightX is calling!…

Answer Decline

Your breath caught in your throat and your thumb stilled almost painfully at the bright green answer button on your screen. Your heart skipped as you watched it ring, buzzing in your hand until it stopped and you were met with your phones background. You unlocked your phone and hit onto his notifications bringing you onto your chat log. Your eyes reading the multiple back to back messages he had sent you.

1:35pm

DynamightX: my body is a temple of course im gonna take care of it??

2:30pm

DynamightX: what u doing rn I need to ask you somethin

5:00pm

DynamightX: hey loser did ya break ur phone or somethin?

8:00pm

DynamightX: ok seriously where r u?

DynamightX: i know I like to sleep early but theres no way ur asleep before me

DynamightX: i’m gonna keep txting till u reply whats wrong??

DynamightX: ok ur seriously pissing me off tf r u blowing me off for?

Miss call from DynamightX!

DynamightX: sorry i shouldn’t have called u can u just send me somethin so ik ur okay?

XAmethysta_: im okay.

You switched your phone back off and sat it on your dresser. A groan slipping past your lips as you slowly sat up and slipped off your bed, eyes glancing over your device that almost instantaneously began buzzing the moment you sent that message. You shuffled over to your dresser and slipped on your comfiest pajamas. Your towel discarded on the floor behind you, far too sore to bend down and pick it up.

You shuffled back to your bed pulling the blanket up and climbing in. Your knees and back were probably the worst. Your stomach grumbled as you weakly reached for your Tv remote and switched it on immediately putting your favourite show on to try and distract yourself. You couldn’t go downstairs and make some food for two reasons 1) you were in a stupid amount of pain and couldn’t move too well and 2) if anyone seen you they’d ask questions and probably try and take you to recovery girl who would report your injuries to Aizawa.

Your phone buzzed again and you sighed as you reached over for it. Can he not take a hint?. You swiped onto the chat and read over his three new messages.

DynamightX: finally took ya long enough to reply

DynamightX: why did it take u so long tho?

DynamightX: did i do somethin?

You sighed shoulders sagging forward as you slowly typed out a reply. You felt a bit bad as you chewed on your lip. It wasn’t his fault you got beaten so badly you wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out.

XAmethysta_: no u didn’t I had a bad day and just didn’t want to talk to any1

DynamightX: can I ask what happened?

You chewed your lip thumbs twirling indecisively—should you tell him? What would he think?.

XAmethysta_: I got into a fight n got pretty beat up

Bakugou’s brows furrowed as he read your message. His fingers quickly working a reply. You got beat up? Why—who would beat you up. He didn’t know you but the thought of someone giving you trouble bothered him. You were nice, if he liked you everyone must do.

DynamightX: why? Who beat u up?

XAmethysta_: boy I go to school with just over an issue

Bakugous head grew sore from the tension as he shuffled up a bit in his bed. A boy beat you up but why? And how badly. He knew you were in a school like his to become a pro hero he knew you could handle yourself. You would always text him about training or when you won a training exercise—hell he never went an hour anymore without getting a message from you.

DynamightX: r u okay? Did u go get healed after

XAmethysta_: no no one knows it happened except me n him

Bakugou didn’t even make the connection. The fight with you long out of his mind. He didn’t want to waste anymore thoughts on you instead he was worried about you; the girl he met online.

DynamightX: did u get hurt badly?

Your brows raised a bit at his messages. The boy who was honestly quite cruel and even after you befriended him still was rude to you and still berated people in the chat room yous had met in. You couldn’t help the small smile that etched onto your face at the concern he was showing you. It was a but silly and something you could never admit to your friends in real life but you might’ve grown a tiny crush on your online friend

Who could literally be a forty year old man! Mina’s voice rang clear in your head

XAmethysta_: i think I fractured a rib to be honest but i’ve done that before! So no need to worry. The fight was kinda my fault.

DynamightX: you loser don’t go startin fights if ur just gonna get hurt

XAmethysta_: well i obviously didn’t plan to get hurt

XAmethysta_: super hungry tho i think i’m gonna die💀

Bakugou snorted at your use of the emoji. You used them more than he did and it was something that always got him. His shoulders slacked a bit; you seemed in a better mood which was good. He was still pissed some boy beat you up enough to possibly fracture your rib.

DynamightX: ur so dramatic bet your rib isn’t even fractured

XAmethysta_: hey! I’m injured here don’t make fun of me. I’m starving

DynamightX: go get some food then??

XAmethysta_: can’t cut my face badly too don’t want anyone seeing me walking about all injured n ask questions

DynamightX: can’t b that bad

You chewed your lip once more as you clicked the camera icon in the corner and held it up to your face. Your heart was beating slightly faster, skin warm as you pulled your collar up a bit snapping a photo of the red and purple bruise on your jaw which matched the split lip Bakugou had given you earlier.

XAmethysta_ has sent a photo!

Bakugous eyes widened at the notification on his screen. His finger hovering over the attachment on your message. You had sent a photo—a photo that was possibly of your face. His already sweaty hands grew even damper as his heart skipped—skipped? No, no it didn’t skip. Bakugou’s heart didn’t skip. He didn’t care that much. He didn’t know you other than the messages you shared. His thumb hovered some more before he gave in and hit the attachment.

His relaxed face scrunched up at the sight of your bruised face. His eyes searched every corner of the photo taking it all in. He zoomed in, zoomed out and moved the photo on around. The photo showed just your jaw, lips and the tip of your nose.

She’s got pretty lips

He clicked off the image and began typing.

DynamightX: u really got ur shit kicked in

XAmethysta_: really? How’d u come to that conclusion

DynamightX: drop the sarcasm, r u gonna go make food?

XAmethysta_: no i’ll just waste away

DynamightX: order some food then u can’t not eat

XAmethysta_: aw u care

Bakugou rolled his eyes at your comment. He did care—just a bit but he was more thinking of the logical side. You wanted go be a pro hero so you had to eat especially if you were injured to regain your strength. His furrowed brows relaxed a bit at your next message stating you’d order some takeout if it meant he’d stop getting on like your dad.

DynamightX: long as ur ok and not moping cuz u got beat get some food and some rest loser

[puddle-turtle]

friendly reminder that u can reverse tumblr updates on mobile by downloading an old app apk

step 1: go to your app/play store, turn off tumblr auto-update

step 2: delete tumblr

step 3: google 'tumblr old versions' and find the either ios, android, or whatever other system you have

step 4: scroll back a couple versions and click install on one you want

step 4.5: you may need to give your browser permission to install apps

step 5: click on the download, bam now u have old tumblr

step 6 ig?: swipe down on the blue banner in app telling you to update

anyways reblog this or send this to ur local mobile-using autist who wants pretty dms again

[techtimechronicles24]

📅 On August 29, 2003, the first version of Skype was released, revolutionizing how people communicate over the Internet. Developed by Scandinavian entrepreneurs Niklas Zennström and Janus Friis, in collaboration with Estonian developers Ahti Heinla, Priit Kasesalu, and Jaan Tallinn, Skype set a new standard for online communication.

🌍 Today, Skype is owned by Microsoft, but its impact on how we connect across the globe remains undeniable.

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What should have been said after the Trump shooting

So what they should say is “This should never happen. We are coming together, and we believe that every single lawmaker who loves this country very much should join us in passing an assault weapons ban in the name of this never happening again, in the name of the safety of every single one of us, including people who are running against us. We're doing this for our opposition. That is how much we care about this, how much we care about them, how much we care about the process.

- Anat Shenker-Osorio

[tomorrowusa]

« The dirty secret of democracy is that voters — including swing voters, including swing Latinos — are not sitting down and considering two policy agendas, and then opting for the one that they prefer the most. The reality is that you’re thinking, Who cares more about people like me? Who, when it comes time to make decisions, has me in mind? »

— Carlos Odio, co-founder of Equis Research and staffer in the Obama White House. Quoted in an interview at New York Magazine.

Voters pay much more attention to overall impressions than to the minutiae of policy.

If you actually wish to win an election then you need to paint in broad strokes – not with miniature brushes.

Hillary had what seemed like terabytes of position papers on her site in 2016. The most voracious readers of those were likely oppo research rather than curious swing voters.

The late Gov. Mario Cuomo understood that in a somewhat different way. He was quoted in The New Republic in 1985 saying...

You campaign in poetry. You govern in prose.

Campaigning is like advertising. You don't recite the ingredients and nutritional information of the cereal you're selling but instead represent the product as a vital component of the lifestyle of your intended audience.

Letting voters know that Kamala Harris and Tim Walz are people like them who care about them is far more important than explaining their positions on tariffs.

Pointing out Donald Trump's disinterest in the lives and experiences of typical Americans is an essential part of the message. Weird may be good in the arts but not in moral character.

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Is there any way you can make it so that we can amend or edit typos in comments or in messages after they’ve been sent?

Answer: Hey, @poetrybyonur!

It's a good idea! Though our proverbial plates are rather full right now, we hope we can get around to this in the not-too-distant future. Sadly, we are unable to offer anything more concrete right now—but we'll keep you in the loop.