#fortune watches dnt

[fortune-maiden]

Finished DNT Season 1!

I think it goes without saying that it's a downgrade from the OVA in every possible way, but despite the roughness, I think it does find its footing towards the end and the last few episodes are a fun watch.

I think it's kind of weird though that the Season ends right before Amritsar... no big decisive battle to set the stage for the next phase of the story... just things quietly moving in that direction.....

[destinyc1020]

Ive watxhed sum of Kaias stuff.

-She was terrible in AHS, the fans still clown her to to this day 😭 bad emoter.

-well casted in Bottoms. Small part bt played a popular girl who was undermined and had dry humor, a lot of ppl really liked her in this role

-bad in palm royale. This is a comedy series so i thought shed do better, bt it was still a different role. She played a ditzy manicurist who wants to b a model. Line delivery was kinda off, esp compared to her main scenes woth Kristen Wiig, and she cant really emote well tbh

I think its clear Kaia isnt really a natural actress n its going to take a long ass tike fir her to b known as a "great" actress (if she gets there). Even when i see sum of her fans talking about her acting they say "shes getting better!" And its like that dnt really explain how her current acting is 😅 i see locals who watch projects shes in and a lot of ppl will say shes pretty bt isnt the best actress. She is beautiful bt i see tons of beautiful actresses so... respectively, what differentiates Kaia from the rest of beautiful actresses? Shes going to continue to stay, and has tons of projects bt she still has minor roles which rn, might b for the best.

Thanks Anon for your honest assessment on Kaia's acting lol 😆

I might FULLY check out smthg she's done one day if it interests me, but so far, nothing has really interested me? 🤷🏾‍♀️ And I'm not a fan of hers where I'll just watch whatever she is in just cuz she's in it. PLUS, I've already seen enough clips to let me know more than enough re: her acting. Same thing I say about Laura Harrier rofl 🤣 Pretty, but can't act.... 👀

But maybe if she's in smthg where I'm a fan of most of the cast and/or the film seems interesting, then I'll check it out. 😊

I don't see anything wrong with someone wanting to switch their career paths. There's nothing wrong with that at all!

I just think she should either know where her strengths are (which is modeling) and improve on that, and maybe even become an influencer or start a business.... OR, if she's really serious about acting (and it's not just some cool new hobby she's now wanting to do because she knows in modeling she'll never be able to get from under her mom's shadow 👀), then she should work HARD at improving her craft.

She's very fortunate she's the offspring of famous wealthy ppl, because most wouldn't be able to last or even get parts with her level of acting skills. Just saying.... 👀 #REALTALK

Personally? I think she would make a really good influencer 😁

And she makes a very good model! But I can def understand how that industry can be really toxic and maybe even very tiring after a while 😔

What's kinda funny is that it might be her modeling expertise that makes her a bad actress. It seems her mom wasn't that great either when she tried to venture into acting.

[moderatelydelusional]

I JUST FOUND THIS IN MY DRAFTS im cackling i dnt remember writing this but i love it in all its lameness lmao

ok but imagine spencer doing those interview type videos with wired or vogue on youtube

sitting on a stool against a white background, in a black suit lookin like the model he is 

“hi, im doctor spencer reid, former fbi profiler for the behavioural analysis unit at quantico. today im going to teach you a few things about profiling and debunk some common myths.” 

and then they’d do this quick montage of spencer with music, then their title card, and then cut back to him 

“i was with the bau for eighteen years” cut to different angle “i was recruited when i was twenty-one by jason gideon” cut back to original angle but tighter “he and david rossi started the bau in the seventies and i was fortunate enough to work with both of them over my time there.” cut back to original frame “they’re great, they taught me everything i know” beat, tighter “almost everything, i taught them a few things” cut to spencer pulling a face and then laughing. 

there’d be someone else from the team there who was still in the fbi, to monitor the interview and make sure no one asked anything they shouldn’t or that spence didn’t reveal anything he shouldn’t. itd be emily, lets not lie. 

im putting it under a cut bc this got really long, i love this so much sorry if it’s lame

he’d have a bunch of cards in his hand with questions on them. he’d read the first one: “men are better killers than women” and he’d look up to the camera and answer, “actually, statistically women make for more efficient killers than men. men are typically more messy and more violent, whereas women are subtle and neat. historically women have had higher body counts and they tend to get away with their crimes more often than men.” there’d be a beat, they’d change angles “so...” as he put the card to the back of the pile and they’d cut to a tighter frame of him as he looked back up, “keep that in mind, fellas.” 

the next card. “you can always tell when someone is lying,” he’d put the card down. “uh... no.” and look to the camera. “deception is not black and white or straight forward, there’s no definitive way to tell if someone is lying. and it’s almost impossible to spot a true lie. what we look for is changes in someone’s behaviour. when we’re interviewing someone we try to make them as comfortable as possible. the more comfortable the person we’re interviewing is, the clearer it is to identify behavioural changes when they start to feel uncomfortable. that behavioural change tells us they’re being deceptive. but it’s different for everyone and every circumstance,” he puts the card to the back of the pile, “which is why you always interview someone with two of you there. one to conduct the interview and the other to watch for deception.” 

the screen would go white, with a black title card asking: what does it take to be an fbi profiler? 

cut back to spence. “what does it take to be a profiler? uh, an interest in human behaviour and a need to stop crime.” jump cut. “everyone on my team at the bau came from different backgrounds. some were uniform cops, some had previously worked for other agencies, then there were some like me who had no previous law enforcement experience but were still recruited to join the unit.” change in angles, “there’s no real one-way to join the bau, you just kind of have to want it bad enough and prove you’d make a good asset to the team.’ tighter frame, “i will say it can take a huge toll on your mental health, the job is really stressful and you see the worst things people do to each other. so, i guess it also takes mental resilience.” 

another white screen with a black title card asking: you hunt serial killers but have the serial killers ever hunted you? 

cut back to spence who’d be pressing his lips together, looking off screen to emily who’d be giving him a knowing look. he’d look back to the camera and say “next question” 

reading out another card, “the true mark of a serial killer is their name and signature, uh” he puts the card down, “we actively avoid and discourage the naming of any criminal, regardless of the crime,” change angle, “for lots of reasons, it can make the unsub angry, it can encourage copycat behaviour,” back to original frame, “but mainly because it glorifies the situation and is incredibly disrespectful to ordeal those victims went through.” 

[sabraeal]

Kiki and obi shenanigans, modern au. Up to no good… pranks on the squad :P probably Mitsuhide but zen or shirayuki would be good too.

“This health food thing has gone on long enough.”

Obi bangs around the cabinets blearily, scowl pulling his mouth long, tossing aside small crinkling packages that read whole-grain quinoa and flaxseed, to rummage in the deep recesses of the kitchen. Mitsuhide watches distractedly, sipping at his protein shake and hardly even noticing the chalky taste.

Don’t worry, Dad. Even now he can see that slant to her smile, the way her lips seemed to be holding secrets at bay. I’ve got the husband thing handled.

“Look at this!” Obi holds out a shimmery bag at arm’s length. “Kelp. Not even seaweed. But kelp. She puts this in her cereal, Big Guy.” He presses a hand to his chest, scandalized. “All I want is to find a freaking box of Cocoa Puffs the first time through, and I find this. You know,” Obi is warming to the topic now, dropping his voice to a loud whisper, “she brought bran muffins to study group –”

“Obi.” Mitsuhide’s hands pale where he grips at the counter. “Can I talk to you?”

Obi so stands abruptly he clips his head on a shelf, the whole cabinet rattling with the force of it.

“Ah, fuck,” he hisses, rubbing at the back of his head sheepishly. “Yeah, sure. What’s –” Obi’s voice stutters when he turns, finally looking him in the face – “up?”

He laughs, nervous. “That’s some look, Big Guy.” His hand comes up, rubbing at his shoulder. “I haven’t even done anything yet –”

“No, no.” Mitsuhide shakes his head, trying to force his mouth to smile but – but he doesn’t feel it, not now, not when –

I’ve got the husband thing handled.

“That’s not it,” he grits out, his hands in tight fists on the countertop. “I just wanted to ask you about…about something personal.”

Obi stares at him wide-eyed, and really – no one is more surprised than Mitsuhide himself that it’s come to this, that there’s no one else he trusts more about this kind of stuff than someone who thinks kid’s cereal is a meal.

“Please,” he says, eyes fixed to where his knuckles have gone starkly white against the formica. “Don’t tell anyone else.”

“I –” Obi bites off whatever he was about to say, turning his head away and pulling hard at his shoulder. “Yeah, sure, Big Guy. Your secret’s safe with me.”

“Do you know if…” Crisse, he can’t even look at him. This isn’t any of his business, and it’s even less of Obi’s but – “Do you know if Kiki is, ah…seeing anyone?”

Obi stares dumbly for a long moment, the only movement on him the slow blink of his eyes and the incredulous huff of his breath.

His mouth crooks, his eyes narrow, and Obi sits back in his hips, letting his hands drop to the island. “Well, I guess you’ve found us out, Big Guy.”

There is literally nothing about this that he trusts. “What?”

“Me and Kiki have been fooling around for a while now,” he drawls airily, flashing him some sharp canines. “You know. Friends with bens. Eff-dubya-bee.”

He winks.

“Fine,” Mitsuhide sighs, shoving away from the counter. “Don’t take this seriously.”

This problem set is going to be the death of her.

Kiki is excellent at crisis management – a savant really, which is good because Zen can be a public relations nightmare without even leaving his bedroom – but she’s six problems into a ten page set, and she’s about ready to strangle CEO B (head of a Fortune 500 company) with nothing more than the drawstring of her hoodie. He’s the issue owner of every gaffe for the past five problems, and honestly, if she didn’t think Professort Luigis would take points off, her solution to ‘how do you resolve the issue?’ would be arranging for CEO B to have an accident in his thirty-fourth floor office. Namely taking the fast way down to the lobby.

“Uh,” she hears from the doorway. “Kiki?”

Her papers are strewn across the coffee table, spilling off the edge onto the floor and creeping up the couch. She’s not sure how long she’s been there, but there’s a stale taste to her mouth that says hours at least, and her tea’s gone cold in her thermos. God, what is she even wearing? Not a bra, that’s for sure. Fuck midterms, honestly.

She looks up, and of course, of course it’s Mitsuhide. Not that she minds, he’s seen her vomiting before (unplanned, a stomach flu that took her hard her first week in the chapter house), but they haven’t talked in days, and she likes leaving him a more…put-together image over long periods of time. Something to leave him thinking about.

Fine, she likes to look hot, like a flannel-wrapped dreamboat that he wants to peel his LaFleur jersey off of. Sue her.

“Hey,” she says, so cool. She’s aware she’s on the floor in sweat pants she’s stolen from him, pegged up to her knees because any lower and they unroll, with a sweatshirt that has a ketchup stain (not hers, and only from this morning. One day Obi will learn to use his huge hands to not squirt condiments all over the table, but today is not that day).Sexy.

“Did you need the couch?” She hopes her eyes convey that she would very much like him to come sit behind her. Maybe even massage her shoulders a little with his huge, strong hands, and – “I could move my stuff.”

“No.” He lingers nervously at the archway, face troubled. “I just…saw you and thought, er…”

That he’d come manhandle her? C’mon, let that be it. There’s a crick in her neck and she has been a very good girl lately.

“Obi said something the other day,” he admits, like it pains him. That in itself isn’t strange; Obi is about as pleasant as a hernia on a good day.

“Obi says a lot of things,” she replies, raising her eyebrows. “Did this involve me somehow?”

“You could – yes.” He grits his teeth, and she’s interested now, turning to face him. “He said that you…um…that you were…” His voice drops; she has to struggle to make out, “Sleeping together.”

What. She tenses her eyelids so she doesn’t blink in confusion, doesn’t give away the game. Across space and time, she hears Obi say, trust me.

Well, at least this will be funny.

“Oh yeah,” she lies, “like three times a week. Regular orgasms really clear the head.”

His jaw drops. “Wha – Obi? Why?”

She smirks, leaning on her problem set, so casual. “Come on, Mitsuhide,” she croons, “have you seen those hands? Mm.”

Is there a reason Mitsuhide thinks we’re fuckingA good reason, I mean

its fkn hilarious lolbside that?

That is the question

he wanted 2 no if u were cn any1it ws lik angels cam dwn 2 giv me th sweetest prank f all timwat ws i suppsd 2 do?dnt tell himits funnier this way

….All rightIt is pretty funny

its lik th prank that keeps n givin

Snow still lingers on the grass, but the day is warm, and Shirayuki finds an extra spring to her step when she bounds up the walk to the chapter house. Her presentation went well in art history – even though she’s not sure she could tell the difference between Titian and Carvaggio without her copious notes (painstakingly reviewed and corrected by Zen and Kiki the night before) – and to celebrate, she veered through the campus conservatory, letting the humid air and floral scents wash over her. She’s not sure she could be in a bad mood if she tried.

Mitsuhide is on the veranda, slowly rocking the swing with one foot, creak-creak-creak. They’ll have to oil it come spring, otherwise Zen will complain about the sound all through finals.

“Hi, Mitsuhide!” she chirps, bounding up the steps. “Nice day, isn’t it?”

He shakes himself, like he’s waking from a dream, and blinks owlishly up at her. “Huh? Oh, Shirayuki. Yeah, nice, I guess.”

Her mouth pulls into a frown. Mitsuhide’s been like this for at least a week now; sullen and distracted, almost listless. She would blame it on the weather – it’s hard to keep cheerful when schoolwork weighs heavily on you like this, and the days are so short – but the past few days have been hinting at not only spring but summer, and his mood has only grown worse.

“You know,” she starts, drawling the words uncertainly. “If there’s something bothering you, you should talk about it.”

“What?” He jumps, eyes darting wildly toward the door before skittering across the lawn. “No, nothing’s wrong. I’m – I’m fine with…everything. Things are good. I’m just –” sweat beads at his brow – “I’m just minding my business.”

“Okay,” she says, wide-eyed. “Great.” Her hand falls onto the front door, grasping the handle. “I’ll just –”

“I wouldn’t,” he blurts out, hand outstretched. “You don’t – it might not be safe.”

Her heart pounds at his words, and she drops the handle as if it scalds her. “Not…safe?”

She cradles her hand against her chest, breath coming is short bursts. She must be misunderstanding, there’s no way – Clarines had been the safest place she’s ever know and she can’t – it can’t –

“Obi and Kiki are in there,” he explains dully. “You shouldn’t – you don’t want to interrupt them.”

She can suddenly breathe again. “Oh,” she laughs, bracing herself against the door. “Are they fighting again? Someone should probably stop –”

“No, not fighting, they…” Mitsuhide sighs, scrubbing a hand over his face. “Obi and Kiki are sleeping together.”

Shirayuki’s not even moving, but she stumbles. That’s what happen when the rug is pulled out beneath you.

“What?” she breathes, fingernails scratching against paint. She has to will her hand flat again. “No way.”

“Yeah, it’s, uh…” He grimaces. “A casual thing. Friends with benefits.”

There’s something clinging to her skin, something that makes it crawl and drip and drag, and she – this isn’t – “Kiki? With Obi?”

She could have sworn – Kiki always said –

Mitsuhide nods, slow, painful, and – and he wouldn’t say something like that if it wasn’t true. He didn’t lie, and he wouldn’t spread rumors, so – so –

“I, uh.” Shirayuki shuffles away from the door. Her breath comes harshly, comes raggedly, and she shouldn’t – she doesn’t have any reason to feel like this. “I have something to do. In the library.”

She scurries down the front walk, drawing her cardigan around her, and wonders where the nice day went.

Obi’s not sure how it happens, but their late-night anime watching turns into before-bed anime watching, Doc curled against his side as they lay on his narrow bed, one leg thrown over his and head cradled in the curve of his shoulder. She’s warm against him, comforting, and it’s not really a surprise how easily he find himself slipping towards sleep when they’re like this, when she acts like he’s – he’s –

Normal. The sort of guy you let yourself fall asleep next to, in a platonic way.

God, he needs to not fuck this up. This whole friendship thing.

Two episodes is usually enough to make her go soft against him, to send her slow, even breath curling across his collarbone, but tonight she is rigid beside him, her legs firmly crossed over each other instead of his. He peers down to see her worrying at her lip, mouth tipped at the edges into a thoughtful frown.

“Hey,” He squeezes her playfully, making her look up at him. “You okay, Doc?”

Her eyes dart away from his for a moment, and he’s lost at what to do, how to even go about asking her what’s wrong, when she blurts out, “Do you want me to leave?”

He blinks. “What?”

“I…” She squirms against him, as if she isn’t sure whether to push away or press closer. “You don’t have anything you’d rather be, um, doing?”

Besides giving them another reason to be falling asleep in this bed? “Should I?”

“I…” She lays her head against his shoulder, and it strikes him that she’s sad. “I just though you’d rather be with Kiki, because, um…”

“I like having my ass kicked?” he laughs, eyebrows raised. “That’s like a once a week thing. My pride can only take so much, Doc.”

“No, because…” She gives a little frustrated moan, burying her head in her hands. “Because you’re, you know –” her voice drops into a whisper – “having sex.”

“WHAT?”

Doc jumps, hands clamping down on his shirt to keep her from flailing off the bed. “I just…” Her eyes are wide, earnest. “Mitsuhide said…”

“Wha-what?” He should really, really think before he opens his big mouth sometimes. “No, that’s – gimme a sec.”

Zen is finally home, comfortable in his flannel pants; buried deep in the common room’s best easy chair, feet kicked up as Captain Holt says boNE in varying degrees of incredulity, when Kiki’s phone loudly interrupts.

He grunts, annoyed, and she rolls her eyes. A glance at the screen sends her eyebrows up to her hairline, and she flicks back a simple answer.

“Hey, Mitsuhide,” she says, bemused.

“Mm?” he groans from his place on the floor, half asleep over his law books.

“I’m not fucking Obi.” Zen stares, but Kiki is straight-faced, serious, like she’s pulling off a band-aid. “It was just fucking funny to make you think so. But joke’s over.”

“What.”

Zen closes his laptop, sighing with regret as he levers himself out of the chair. “I’m just going to go…not be here for this, thanks.”

ABORT ABORT PLAN CANCELLED PRANK OVER

K

[akagoddammit]

☾ (cause she keeps following so bound to happen)

☾ for jessica’s reaction to catching bruce shirtless:

She probably should’ve stopped following him a long time ago. But the mystery of Bruce Wayne was one she just shake. Some cases just wouldn’t let her go, and some questions stuck to her like shit to a shoe. 

She was back on the roof across from his townhouse again. His stupidly fancy, cost-a-fortune townhouse. And he still hadn’t learned to draw the blinds (or to get smaller windows.) Even after their last bout of texts, he didn’t expect to be watched. Not here, in his personal, private home.

An oh-so-familiar pang of guilt shot through her at that. But curiosity (and stubbornness) pushed it aside, even when he moved to the master bedroom. She guessed what was going to happen before she even saw his fingers reaching for the buttons of his (stupid) suit.

He took the tie off first, tossing it aside and shucking off his suit jacket. He tossed them carelessly onto an armchair, presumably it was someone else’s responsibility to pick them up. Maybe that butler she’d seen around – it’d taken her a while to pin down exactly what Alfred was. She’d overheard the name on a rare night she’d crept up close and lingered beneath an open window. Their relationship seemed more like father-son than employer-employee, honestly. 

Bruce, unaware of her presence, moved to the buttons of his dress shirt now. There was a patient, methodical, practiced sense to his movements. Like even now he was playing a role. She’d noticed that about him, how often he acted instead of re-acting naturally. His secrets were well-hidden, but she watched him enough to see the difference between his disguise and what might actually be him.

She tried telling herself over and over that this was research. But now, watching him slide the shirt off his body, revealing muscle-toned and more scarred skin than she expected, she felt more like vouyer than a P.I. 

Shirt off, he moved around the room now. Checking his various devices -- he had about a thousand little gadgets that she could only barely make out, even with her camera fully zoomed in. She didn’t take pictures now, just used the lens as an extension of her eyes, but it still felt wrong somehow. 

Maybe because he was exposed to her without his knowledge. Without his consent. 

That thought sent a wave of nausea running through her. She lowered the camera and ducked behind the ledge of the rooftop, breathing heavily and trying to will her stomach to settle. Fumbling fingers pulled out the bottle of whiskey she was carrying. The thought of her broken flask and the memory of how it happened, entangled with flashes of Danny (his hands, the warm Chi, his lips pressed against hers, I love you Jessica Jones), only made her shame grow. Grow and grow until it engulfed her like a shadow. Or a monster, something with teeth that cut deep.

A quick swig. Another. Main Street. Birch Street. She wasn’t him, she wasn’t. She was just – goddammit, she was so fucked up. Higgins Drive. Cobalt Lane. 

She repeated the street names a few more times. Whispered them aloud, since no one was around to hear her so weak. So shameful. 

Finally, when she was reasonably sure she wasn’t going to puke (or toss herself over), she peered over the ledge. Just in time to see Bruce, still shirtless, turn off the lamp. Plunging him into a safe darkness. 

Jessica kept her eyes trained on the window a few moments longer, searching for any sign of movement. For someone who always retired so early, Bruce Wayne seemed as goddamn tired as she was. She wondered what was preying on his rest, what stole his sleep away. But she’d spied on him enough for one night.

She stood up, slipping a hand into her pocket and grabbing her phone on instinct. She didn’t think, just sent a couple texts, then leapt to the next rooftop, and the next, and the next. Until she had put enough distance between them that she could pretend she couldn’t picture his face as he read them. 

(✉ → rich boy):sorry (✉ → rich boy): dnt ask y, jst accept it 

[neptunecreek]

Consumer Privacy: Year in Review 2019

2019 has been an eventful year for consumer privacy, both in a few key courts and state legislatures as well as in Silicon Valley. 

An important decision by the Ninth Circuit Court of Appeals in August defended the ability of Illinois citizens to protect their biometric data. Meanwhile, a flurry of efforts by technology giants to weaken the California Consumer Privacy Act (CCPA) failed in the state legislature. 

Amazon's Ring doorbell appliance is making it easy for police departments across the country to obtain warrantless access to the front-door footage of millions of Americans. (In fact, we’re so upset about Ring that it gets it’s very own 2019 year-in-review post.) 

Facebook's follies in mishandling user data continued unabated this year with a number of disturbing dark patterns, and both Facebook and Google had their Apple Enterprise Certificates revoked when they were found to be using these certs to spy on iOS users. 

Finally, EFF improved its Privacy Badger extension to protect against more forms of surreptitious tracking.

Patel v. Facebook and the Illinois Biometric Privacy Act

The Illinois Biometric Privacy Act of 2008 (BIPA) is a foundational piece of legislation that provides important privacy safeguards for ordinary people against corporations that want to harvest or monetize their biometric information. Among other guarantees, BIPA requires the informed opt-in consent of users before a service is permitted to gather biometric information. BIPA also requires a company to destroy a person’s biometric information when its purpose for collection is satisfied, or within three years of the company’s last contact with the person, whichever is sooner. Importantly, BIPA provides a strong enforcement tool to protect these requirements: a "private right of action," meaning a person may file their own lawsuit against a company that violates their privacy rights.

In 2015, Illinois residents filed Patel v. Facebook, which is a class-action lawsuit alleging that Facebook violated both of these requirements with it's "Tag Suggestions" feature. This feature, introduced in 2010, uses a facial recognition system which suggests a tag for friends who appear in photos you upload. Facebook challenged the suit and over the next few years the case made it all the way up to the Ninth Circuit U.S. Court of Appeals, the federal appellate court where Facebook is headquartered. In August the Ninth Circuit held that the Patel plaintiffs had constitutional standing to sue Facebook for violating their statutory privacy rights under BIPA. The court also backed its decision with forceful language explaining the grave privacy threats posed by Facebook’s face surveillance. The Patel ruling marks a watershed victory in privacy law, and we hope will act as a template for stronger biometric privacy protections in the future. EFF has worked against efforts to weaken BIPA in the Illinois Legislature, and has filed amicus briefs in support of robust interpretation of BIPA, including in the Patel case.

Technology Giants Fail to Weaken The California Consumer Privacy Act

In 2018, we worked hard to pass the The California Consumer Privacy Act (CCPA), which enshrines basic rights for California consumers to have control over—and be informed about the sale of—their personal data. This year, we fought hard to defend and strengthen it. 

In March, we submitted comments to the California Attorney General with suggestions on how to implement the CCPA, including using the "do not track" (DNT) header sent by browsers as a mechanism to opt-out of data sharing and using secure verification methods before informing users of the data that's been gathered about them. In April, we supported efforts to advance two bills to strengthen the CCPA, including requiring consumer's opt-in consent to share data, disallowing "pay-for-privacy" schemes that put a premium on protection of user data, and allowing individuals to bring their own privacy claims to court. Unfortunately, these efforts were met with significant opposition from technology industry trade association groups and stalled in the legislature.

In contrast, the big technology companies backed a number of bills that each would have weakened the CCPA’s protections, spending nearly $176,000 on the effort. Taken together, they would have effectively neutralized this groundbreaking privacy law. Fortunately, the efforts of our supporters and coalition partners paid off, and after sailing through the Assembly, the bills were stopped in July by the Senate Judiciary Committee. On January 1, 2020, the CCPA will take effect without having been undermined by the very companies it is meant to protect consumers from.

Still, it must be strengthened in order for those protections to be effective. In October, EFF joined a coalition of a dozen organizations in a new set of comments to the California Attorney General. These reiterated the recognition of DNT as an opt-out mechanism and requested a clarification that bans efforts of the adtech industry to evade the opt-out requirement. The California Attorney General is required to adopt regulations by July 2020 to further the law’s purposes, we hope our suggestions in these comments will be adopted.

Facebook's Follies

This year has not been a good one for Facebook, and it has only itself to blame. Facebook’s 2019 has been marked by collecting copious amounts of user data without their consent and mismanaging that data. In the first month of 2019, Facebook was found to have been paying people to give up their privacy by installing an application that spies on them, doing this by having them install a root security certificate on their iOS device. This violation of Apple's Enterprise Developer program prompted Apple to revoke the application and briefly Facebook's Enterprise Certificate, causing some panic within the company. 

In February, we demanded that Facebook stop using users phone numbers provided for the purposes of 2FA instead for advertising. In March, they continued their streak of privacy violations by allowing anyone to find your account via your phone number, by default. The company was found in March to essentially be running a phishing attempt to gather the email username and passwords of its own users, ostensibly to verify users' email addresses. In our investigation of the attempt, we found that they were using this information to import and link users to their e-mail contacts without ever asking for user consent.

Also in March, Facebook announced a “pivot to privacy” that would include implementing end-to-end encryption in all three of its messaging properties. We were glad to see the company embracing privacy fundamentals, but we’ll believe it when we see it.

The FTC reached a settlement with the company this year over violations of a 2012 settlement order concerning the company's deceptive statements about user privacy through its role in the Cambridge Analytica scandal, which violated the privacy rights of millions of Facebook users. We found the terms of the settlement completely unsatisfactory in limiting the privacy-invasive behavior of Facebook, and the monetary damages are not sufficient to dissuade them from the same behavior in the future.

Given Facebook's dismal track record this year, we expect more of the same with their newest forays into cryptocurrency and a dating service.

Google's Gaffes

Google's year didn't look much better. It was also found in violation of Apple's Enterprise Developer program under the aegis of "user research" with their Google Screenwise application and had their certificates revoked in the same way. And much like Facebook, Google's Screenwise was siphoning off massive amounts of user data in exchange for a monetary payback - this time a $20 gift certificate. It's no understatement to call Screenwise a comprehensive spying app, capable of seeing anything on your screen—your application usage, the websites you visit—and even using an always-on microphone to determine what you're watching. 

The New York Times reported earlier this year on a little-known technique using location data collected by Google to let law enforcement know about devices in a specific location at a certain time. If you've allowed Google to store your location, you could be opening yourself up to so-called "reverse location" searches used by the FBI and police in at least 7 states across the country.

Lastly, in an August statement Google doubled down on the targeted advertising techniques it is so heavily involved in. As the number one tracker across the web, Google proposed its Federated Learning of Cohorts (FLoC), which essentially furthers the identification and categorization of users into categories useful not to their own browsing, but to advertisers. Introduced as a way to replace traditional tracking methods such as fingerprinting, FLoC replaces it with a formalized system, developed by Google, for tracking users into consumer profiles based on their browsing habits.

EFF’s Technology Projects

We've made strides in protecting users’ privacy through efforts to encrypt DNS requests with DNS over HTTPS. Your ISP can currently see which websites you visit through your DNS requests, which can be read as unsecured packets on the wire. This year we've redoubled our efforts to close this security hole and ensure everyone can use the Internet without fear of prying eyes.

We've also improved our browser extension Privacy Badger to detect and block a new class of evasive, pervasive third-party trackers, including Google Analytics. Install it now.

What's In Store for 2020?

In 2020, we'll be working on legislative efforts to improve consumer privacy protections and ensure that any new federal legislation does not weaken state protections.

We'll also be fighting hard for data portability, the ability to pick up and leave a service you don't like with your data and "port" it to another service. And going one step further, we'll also be pushing for adversarial interoperability, which envisions a world where the tools we use to communicate with each other, the data those tools use, and the ways that they are allowed to use them take place in a way that we are able to control.

This article is part of our Year in Review series. Read other articles about the fight for digital rights in 2019.

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Okay I need to be honest... Bishonen Schenkopp is winning me back over thanks to his voice actor

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A little over halfway through Season 1 of DNT now, I thought I was starting to warm up to it.

But then I got to the Castrop Rebellion Episode.

Soulless doesn't even begin to cover it......

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Okay I think I found the worst DNT Design.

My condolences to Trunicht who looks and sounds completely soulless and forgettable instead of the smarmy scumbag we love to hate

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DNT Fahrenheit’s design has more of a Schenkopp vibe. I really wish they’d given him this kind of look

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Boooo DNT took out Kircheis reminding Reinhard to let the soldiers take a break >:(

DNT Fahrenheit’s design has more of a Schenkopp vibe. I really wish they’d given him this kind of look