#fucking ipad facebook

[idk-bruh-20]

Irondad fic ideas #152

Every year around the holidays, a "bug war" breaks out in the Parker-Stark households 

Not bugs as in creepy crawlies. Technology bugs. Surveillance.

Tony and Peter are both determined to figure out what the other wants for the holidays 

The two are on surprisingly even ground: Peter's spider-sense doesn't consider this a threat, and FRIDAY won't snitch. They both have to find any "bugs" the old fashioned way.

Bonus:

Soon enough the whole Ironfam is wrapped up in it. November and December become a time of yearly paranoia, everyone watching what they say and "checking for bugs." 

Even Peter's friends discover tiny bugs on them. When Ned first learns the itty bitty robot behind his coat button is from Tony Stark trying to find out what he wants for Christmas he faints on the spot

Bonus 2, Crack Taken Seriously Boogaloo:

For a bit of drama: it's all fun and games until one year Peter gets kidnapped. The situation is bad. They only find him in time thanks to one of the "holiday bugs" Tony recently snuck on

[moony-ghoul]

it’s actually fine i don’t even want an ipad

[gender-euphowrya]

the thing about middle-aged people is they can be ipad babies too

[elendsessor]

what also infuriates me about shit like kosa aside from how it takes away freedom of speech is that the sites these ass backwards adults want already exist. kids virtual worlds like animal jam, club penguin, moshi monsters, wizard101, that stuff existed and in some ways continues to exist.

they’re moderated by actual adults, and the most harm that actually comes out of it is kids falling for scam links.

many of the sites that used to be popular are dead and that’s worse than i think people realize. because of ipad elsagate stuff they’re unable to compete.

i hate to inform every neglectful parent ever (because let’s be honest if you’re for kosa you’re against the idea of parenting) but social media is not safe for your kid nor will it ever be. if you want them to actually be safe online, these virtual worlds encourage safety surprisingly enough. teach your kid to identify scams, how to report people, when to quit having conversations with strangers, and if your child is contacted by a creep, then fucking report it. that’s straight up why online virtual worlds succeed since they’re made to teach this stuff.

your only alternatives are kids tv channels, video games aimed at younger demographics, or no internet period. don’t go and point fingers at places whose websites aren’t made with children in mind.

and if you have a teenager on the web then just teach them basic internet safety. it’s that fucking simple.

oh and a reminder to all parents out there: censoring the internet to make it “kid friendly” means you can’t talk about your political mumbo jumbo or bash the damn liberals or post crappy facebook memes or go one minute without some lankeybox tier garbage being shoved in your face. you’ll be begging for the old internet back :)

[featguler]

hii your fics are written so well it’s captivating and beautiful!!

can u write sumn abt attempting to find out if the reader is single or available w kylian :)

heard the risk is drownin' ────── kylian is charging straight in.

♡ ────── pairing : kylian mbappé x reader ♡ ────── tags : reader's gender, ethnicity, nationality, and appearance is not specified, but they are described to be smaller than kylian. set in the cannes film festival; reader is a film scholar/film critic and is teaching at a university. reader doesnt have an insta sorry i gotta make this easy for me. kylian is down baaaaad he's also kind of assholeish here but he's also hot so idc. NOT PROOFREAD!! ♡ ────── wordcount : 1,277 ♡ ────── notes : this is such a cute request!! i love him so much, thank you for requesting this 🥺 disclaimer ive never been to cannes but i wish i have. this is a good luck one-shot for france tonight!! title based on risk by gracie abrams ♡ masterlist.

Kylian wants you.

It’s clear to see ever since a friend invited him to her private, directorial debut screening. Filled with pretentious film commentators, Kylian almost questioned his sanity in accepting this seemingly random invitation from a friend he knew from Catholic school over ten years ago.

Almost.

Almost, because you were the lighthouse that helped him navigate the mist that night. During dinner, you seemed oblivious to his superstar status, and initiate the conversation you shared with a fun and lighthearted question about his favorite movie.

“I didn’t know,” you laughed to yourself when he told you he was the Mbappè from 2018’s FIFA World Cup, “Sorry. I guess not everything revolves around films.”

Contrary to others in the revel, you were able to communicate in a way he understands—you didn’t sigh when revealed that he had never seen (heard of, even) a film you mentioned, and you were able to eloquently steer the course of your conversation in a way that is both enjoyable but also challenging for him.

Paired with the way your eyes twinkle under the dim lighting, just like that, he was in love.

And he wants you.

It’s simple for everyone that knows him to see. He repeats your name under his breath—the only thing he learned that night—and shakes his head when he recalls that he cannot find you anywhere.

He wants you. He wants you bad.

He thinks you’re cheeky. When he searches your name up on Google, all that came up were the papers you had written to contribute to multiple visual culture journals and books, or an article of a film you wrote published by a third party website from six months ago. No Instagram account, no Facebook account, no nothing.

Kylian tries asking his agent at least 50,000 times, but it’s not like his agent, or any sports agent for that matter, would have the connection to set him up with someone like you.

And he would ask fucking Clémentine, but she gatekeeps information about you like she is a shepherd clinging on her last dozen sheeps, leaving his messages on read and calls unanswered. Being Kylian Mbappè does not help him at all. Even being her friend does not help him at all.

He guesses that he could send you an email, but what’s attractive about that? He’s desperate, but not desperate in the sense that he would write an email on his iPad and send it to you like some kind of student hoping for a raise in grades. He’s a damn footballer. What he wants to do is take you out on a nice dinner before bringing you back to his house, not ask you to collaborate on an academic paper about film semiotics—or whatever these papers talk about.

And that leads us to today. Let's set the scene. 

The time: the first Saturday of the Cannes Film Festival 2024, first screening of the day; the place: the Cannes Film Festival, Cannes, France; and the characters: Kylian Mbappè Lottin, fucking Clémentine, and you.

Well, he doesn’t know where the fuck Clémentine is, and he couldn’t give less of a fuck where Clémentine is.

Somehow, he ended up finding a spot to sit to your right, and instead of taking in the highly anticipated work of a certain Greek director, Kylian leaned to place his cheek on a closed fist supported by his elbow against the arm rest, occasionally glancing to his left in hopes to get a glimpse of your eyes against the bright screen, testing in every crinkle on your face when a certain scene was shot in a way that amused you.

When will another one of such invaluable opportunities rise?

“So,” As soon as the standing ovation dies down and the theatre lights are turned back on, Kylian turns to you, starting a conversation. “What did you think?”

“Wonderful,” still dazzled, the smile remains etched on your lips. “Unlike anything I’ve ever seen before, I swear.”

“Oh, wow.” he laughs, placing a palm against his mouth for a moment. “And I’m here thinking that you’ve seen more films than the average person.”

“Oh, yeah,” you nod, immediately catching up to his playful tone, “I’ve seen at least five movies.”

Quiet laughter is shared between the two of you, and Kylian feels a familiar, comfortable feeling in the pit of his stomach. “So that makes this the sixth movie that you’ve watched?”

“In my entire lifetime, yes,” you giggle.

Kylian bites his lips before rubbing the side of his neck, for a short moment which he hopes you don’t notice the anxiety brewing within him. “Well, this is my first film, actually. So I was really excited to watch it.”

“Five more to go,” you notice everyone else beginning to stand up, patiently waiting for their turn to escape from their row and exit the theatre. “Then maybe you’ll have half the experience I do.”

The tone of your reply draws out another laugh from him.

Damn.

All he does is laugh when you are around. You must be the funniest person he’s ever met.

“So,” Kylian clears his throat when you stand, following your suit. “What’s your plan after this?”

“Clémentine and I are thinking of sharing a pizza down the street for lunch before returning for the 2 PM showing,” you shake the watch around your wrist before looking back at him with a dazzling smile. “What about you?”

“Clémentine?” Kylian muses, hoping to get some kind of reaction out of you. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen her.”

“What’s with that face?” You begin walking behind the person before you, still somewhat facing him. “I’m sure. You must be busy.”

“Eh, it’s all just show. I got nothing to do most of the times,” he raises his shoulders with a grin. “Well, what’s after the 2 PM screening?”

“I’ve got papers to grade,” you sigh, feeling a slight chill when the summer breeze brushes over your skin the moment you both step outside the studio. You squint your eyes at the sun, turning to him. “Wish I could stay around longer, but I’ve got responsibilities.”

Kylian tilts his head, still smiling at you. “Yeah? I was actually thinking that I can take you out for dinner tonight.”

You blink, and turns your body so that you were fully facing him—only then do you realize how big he looks: his broad shoulders, the shape of his chest pressed under his thin shirt.

“Oh,” you stammer, taking a step back once you noticed how close you two are standing to each other. “I– uh, you know—”

“Responsibilities?” He asks with a light chuckle. “That’s fine. Another night?”

Kylian watches your pupils dilate, shifting to every single thing around you except for him, avoiding eye contact at all cost. “That’s very kind of you, it’s just—”

Then, it clicked on him.

“Oh,” he says with a furrow of his eyebrows, lips pressing into a frown. “Boyfriend?”

You clear your throat, and the nod you give him is timid, but it is a nod.

Kylian takes a deep breath, burying both his hands in his pockets, for a moment staring off into the distance, before turning back to you with a gentle smile.

“Then,” he closes the gap to you with a step, looking around for a moment, before leaning in to whisper in your ear. “When you break up with him, let me know. I’d love to take you out for dinner.”

And casually, he straightens his back.

“I’ll see you around,” he laughs softly with a wink, raising his hand to wave at you as he walks away.

[nyaagolor]

Got thinking about my last post again and fuck it. Headcanons about what would happen if you gave the Ushiromiyas internet access:

Krauss: Has fallen for no fewer than 11 NFT scams and brags about how he has a blue check on twitter

Natsuhi: In the trenches of tradwife facebook groups and is constantly getting into the most foul discourse you've ever seen

Jessica: Tiktok famous for "grwm in my parent's mansion" videos much to the chagrin of literally everyone else

Eva: Runs an online Gwenyth Paltrow style girlpower mlm that is very explicitly scamming people. Her husband is aware and in full support (of both her feminine entrepreneurial spirit and also scamming people)

Hideyoshi: I don't think he would be all that tech savvy but what I do know is that this man would listen to so many history podcasts and audiobooks it's actually unbelievable

George: Considering his speech in Chapter 6 there is zero doubt in my mind he's a reformed(?) 4chan incel (or so he claims) but he still has questionable opinions about only fans type stuff which he will lecture Shannon about A Lot

Rudolf: Genuinely do not even want to think about the content of this man's hard drive

Kyrie: Hater game absolutely unparalleled, she was playing enough mind games on Asumu that it was debatable whether or not the authorities should have gotten involved

Battler: In a hypothetical world where they had internet access I think he would be able to escape conservatism just long enough to realize he's bisexual so when Ronove shows up for the first time you can hear the muffled grindr notification from Battler's pocket

Rosa: She would be on tinder for at least half the plot

Maria: Maria get iPad. She doesn't watch cocomelon though it's just those like 2009 videos about satanic conspiracy theories and hexing your relatives that you find on the depths of youtube

Bonus!

Erika: Redditor

[killkaramazov]

TBK but everyone has a phone:

- Fyodor makes incomprehensible boomer voice to text posts on Facebook and sends inappropriate friend requests at odd hours when his ambien is kicking in.

- Grushenka has an Instagram with hundreds of gorgeous selfies and photos of herself that Mitya takes

- Madame K runs the local Facebook gossip group like the navy and posts shit like this on main every morning:

- Ivan lurks Reddit and watches YouTube video essays. And sometimes gets into arguments with strangers because he’s a loser.

-Mitya has an Instagram with nothing on it but yearly #nationalboyfriendday posts of Grushenka that she insists he posts and follows a bunch of gymbros and cute baby animal meme accounts so that he can send their posts to Grushenka and say “that’s so you babe”

-Lise uses her 3 hours of daily iPad time to go on r/watchpeopledie and update her secret Tumblr dark coquette emo female manipulator femcel fujo blog. She has 20,000 followers but she had more before she got deleted for posting gore and had to remake.

-Alyosha has a flip phone and does not know any social media.

-Rakitin spends 4 hours a day scrolling through Twitter and 4chan and is a contributor on wikifeet.

-Smerdyakov femcel tumblrina royalty. Has sent anon hate telling people to kill themselves before. On multiple blocklists. Incoherent back to back personal posts at 2:00 in the morning:

I fucking hate it here

*screenshot of his own fragrantica review with 10,000 notes*

*spotify link to Norman Fucking Rockwell*

*10 reblogs in a row of the Margiela F/W show*

*depop screenshot* should I buy this lol

He and Lise are mutuals. They will never know this.

[malcolm-reeds-pineapple]

Being the only diagnosed and medicated member of your intensely ADHD/autism family is so fucking funny cuz it’s like

Me: hey guys what’s up?

My mom, who has been cooking lunch for three hours because she keeps forgetting that she is cooking supper because she is still hyper focused on the craft she was making before she started cooking and keeps going between the craft room and the stove, she is blasting a Facebook livestream about crafts: HELLO!!!!!! I was just researching [xyz] and i learned… wait, your glasses are filthy let me just… [takes my glasses off my face and cleans them] anyway I need your help I’m stuck on my craft [drags me to the craft room, my eyes lingering on the fucking pot that’s boiling over. I will end up cooking lunch undoubtedly]

My 80 year old nanny who was given 4 years to live 8 years ago and is baffling the medical world by continuing to live, scrolling the obits in between Wordle guesses, adding names to her “outlived list”, she has an entirely rooster themed house and if she doesn’t have lunch at exactly 12:13pm her day will be thrown off entirely, but she didn’t have all this autism stuff back in her day: Maureen died, [mom’s name] do you remember Maureen Smith? She was the church secretary in 1973? She died, the funeral is on Wednesday.

My brother, who has been making feats of engineering in Minecraft for the last 6 hours, coming in from his daily wake and bake he does to self-medicate for “whatever’s wrong with him”, the same man who built his first PC entirely from YouTube tutorials at age 13: [Infordumps at me about Warhammer lore or Minecraft while I pick up where mom left off making lunch while the chaos unfolds]

My dead Grampy who was a civil engineer who collected hobbies and hoarded building supplies and Weird Shit like it was a full time job who also could not cook without dirtying every single dish in the house, haunting the house he built as a fucking side quest in 1993: [dirties a pot from the beyond somehow]

My dad, 4 hours away who started a business because he was so fucking bored after he retired who used to call me out of school if my grades were good so we could hang out and collect rocks at the beach: [texting] hey this is the red hot chilli peppers song I was talking about a month ago, also, here is a link to a video about space that I thought was really really cool that I want you to watch so you can also think it’s cool! Also just finished season 6 of Stargate, was hoping to call to discuss after work.

My step mom, 4 hours away: [knitting a the sweater The Dude in the Big Lobowski wears without a pattern at lightning speed because my dad mentioned, in passing, that he has a cool sweater this morning. It will be done by 3pm. She is also monitoring a dashboard she coded to link up her numerous excel spreadsheets that run an entire city on her iPad while she knits. She is avoiding making a phone call. She has invited me to join a social media platform exclusively for knitters to share projects and patterns. I do not knit but she is god to me so I join. She is an influencer on the platform]

Me: yeah don’t know what I expected

[z-o-r-a-k]

Covid negative but something is fucking me up so bad ohhhggghbhhhh

Feeling like a may fly

[ishtea]

random untagged sleep deprived rant incoming lol, so only the real Ish heads will see this nonsense

idk if this is a hot take or not i think it’ll be pretty cold with zoomers and pretty hot with the generation that’s been busy raising ipad babies for the last few years but

i don’t think kids should have internet access, pretty much like ever. your ass is waiting till your 18 years of age to be released into the pastures of tumblr dot come and god forbid reddit or X the Everything App.

if you wouldn’t turn your kid loose in a busy city center at night you shouldn’t turn your kid loose on the radicalization pipeline niche fetish acquirement system which adults also do like business on sometimes

your kid to teen can survive on like Youtube, Ask Jeeves, and Kik Messenger, they’ll be fine, that’s all i had till i was like 17 and i only got groomed once… ok yeah take Kik Messenger off that list

no but like really, i guess this is more about Social Media™️ than “The Internet”, like:

your kid doesn’t need to be on Twitch watching XQC clap and go WAOOOW in his funny voice at war crime footage

it should be a crime that you can log into Twitter and be at risk of seeing a 14 year old’s opinion, that shit should be illegal

Adults shouldn’t even use Reddit what do you want me to say here

and i have to check my followers every time on this app just to make sure some fucking idiot mistake child hasn’t wandered into my place of business (put your age in your bio or be aborted btw)

idk what’s another social app? pinterest? i think that sites just for like moms idk your kid’s prolly fine on pinterest tbh but they should still stay off there

oh fuckin Facebook, look at what it did to statistically at least half your older relatives, enough said.

i’d say even Youtube’s a bit questionable but it’s probably not as bad as like Elon Musk’s Porn Bot Paradise or the website that popularized Transgirl Incest (love u tumblr mwah <3)

like these are all places kids just shouldn’t exist period ngl, let em watch Youtube, let em google shit, don’t turn em loose in random places where like real adult people gather and live their lives

i should say i’m not like one of those reddit kid haters, i don’t take a selfie next to a cafe sign that says “CHILD FREE” and pretend that counts as having a personality, i’m just not gonna pretend to be an idiot and be like “kid’s need their spaces on these apps too” cause like no they don’t lol, kids need spaces in like real life where they can learn to function like real people.

Social Media apps are a vice for adults like cigarettes and porn lmao. at best you’re doing business on them, socializing perhaps, but we all know you’re being horny on main and gas lighting people under the comments of a screenshot of a fake tweet

[prototypesteve]

Decluttering.

Facebook account: Deleted.

Threads account: Deletion requested. They make you wait 30 days in case you change your mind.

Instagram account: On very thin ice. I only visit the “Following” tab/feed. The rest is a toxic shitstorm.

“What if you lose contact with your casual social network?” Good. I’ve always only been a utility/service for them anyway. Tech support, research desk, etc.

“Doesn’t that mean no one will see your travel photos or even know you existed?” The dozen people I care about will get iCloud albums, so they can see my photos and videos properly, on their TVs, iPads, or computers.

“You’ll be isolated.” NO. Social media is isolation. I’ll be at Protospace, building stuff and being around a real live community, or on camping trips, or visiting, or out in the real fucking world, with real fucking people, not standing still and scrolling a Meta app’s algorithmic timeline, being fed a hundred bullshit posts before I get a random glimpse of my friends.

[barzfrommarz]

crazy how alot of parents out there bitch abt what their child sees online when they didn’t bother to teach them basic internet safety and monitor what they do online (that would be too much work, ipads are supposed to keep them from having to parent) and then bitchy lawmakers who want to control everything come up with laws like KOSA and age verification laws for the internet instead of privacy laws to keep or data safe from places like facebook which has been proven to sell out data but NOOOOO THE CHINESE TIK TAK APP MUST BE BANNED. Then what they also do is tack those bills onto must pass bills cause they are pissed that it’s not going as fast as they want it to so they can get it passed easily. All i’m hoping for atp is all these old fucks in the government to die

[fox-daddy]

Asra: are you making breakfast?

Mc: yeah, I'm making us an omelet

Mc: flips omelet*

Mc: ...I'm making us scrambled eggs

~~~

*modern day au*

Lucio on facebook: Who the fuck planted a tree right outside my goddam window?! I can't see shit because it's blocking the fucking veiw!!!

Portia on tumblr: someone stole my tree!. It's fifteen-foot tall!. Who the fuck and how the fuck would someone steal a fifteen-foot tree in the middle of the night?

Asra watching both their social medias having been the one behind it;

~~~

Nadia: their are two type of people. Those who can make inferences based on limited information.

Lucio: And?

Lucio: What's the other group?

Lucio: You can't just finish a sentence early Nobby.

~~~

Lucio: wanna hear a joke?

Hunter(my mc): sure

Lucio: your life

Hunter: The thing is my life isn't a joke. Because joke's have meaning

Lucio: Hunter, No. Bad, Hunter.

~~~

Kyle: I mean, I'm not totally useless

Kyle: I can be used as a bad example

~~~

Lucio: posting a picture of an egg cracked over an ipad* hehehehehe mac and cheese

Nadia: what?

Portia: mac and cheese

Muriel: that's an egg

Asra: yeah! And that's an Ipad

~~~

Mc: hey, Asra do you know what bees make?

Asra: ...honey?

Mc: yes dear?

Lucio: Hey, Nobby do you know what bees make?

Nadia: some stupid annoying sound?

Nadia: what the fuck do you want?

[aholefilledwithtwigs]

On the one hand, these are the least ugly of any smart glasses so far, and aren’t tied to apple/android/facebook

but…. Holy fuck this is going to get people killed and murdered

Open source and built to tap into neural networks.

How soon before someone uploads a mushroom foraging app that misidentifies a deathcap?

This is the next level of ‘GPS told me to drive into the lake’

Let alone the criminal opportunities

Scan a room for valuables— don’t steal the whole wine collection, just the two that your glasses identified as the being worth $$$

Hook up to a bluetooth/rfid sniffer and wander a crowd— steal all the unsecured data you can and have the glasses visually identify your mark (‘oh they have a security card get their wallet— oooo that purse has an ipad earpods and a phone’)

[bisthefairy]

As fake Reddit stories slowly converge in content, optimising themselves for maximum drama, relatability, catharsis, etc, it's possible to see certain common narratives form. One I've seen a suspicious amount of times is "The Reddit Man Hero's Journey"

There is a good man

In a long term relationship, or marriage to a woman

Things are good

Until some bad influence enters his partners life (feminist best friend, ego-boosting promotion, new social circle)

And causes her to do a 180 from loving partner, to either distant and cold, or ungrateful and vindictive

She cheats

Then she does something suspicious (like suddenly showing interest in having an open relationship (which is *always* a confession of infidelity in these stories))

The man realises he has some way to undermine his partner's privacy, and does so (her phone plan in in his name, or she never logged out of Facebook on the old Ipad ETC)

And immediately what he finds is bad enough to vindicate him for snooping

So, despite being a kind and loving man, he is able to immediately shed all care and consideration he had for her wellbeing. Immediately recategorizing her as an enemy, or mere obstacle

He doesn't confront her immediately, and either pretends to be his usual loving self, or intentionally acts as cold and distant as possible while refusing to acknowledge anything is wrong (this often causes the partner confusion and distress)

He compiles a fuck ton of chat logs/other evidence, and puts everything in place for a grand master plan

The grand master plan is put into action, meaning...

Cheating partner is likely caught in the act

Evidence is sent to friends, family, employers

If there was a marriage, then divorce lawyers with air tight cases are deployed

Angry at being confronted/caught, the partner will often try to weaponize her womanhood at some point during all this, and/or turn into a double standard spouting straw-feminist

Despite any complications and hardships, the man will manage to swiftly and successfully disconnect his and his partner's lives/living situations

This will usually prompt an accelerated downfall to the partner's life

Family and friends abandon her due to her infidelity

Sometimes key members of her family will actually stay friends with her now ex, but not her

She gets sacked?? From work?? For what she did??

The corrupting influence either pulls her down to more depraved lows, or, being fundamentally unloyal, abandons her in her time of need

Whoever she cheated with, also abandons her, or ultimately ends up sucking in some way even she realises eventually

Now ex partner realises she fucked up and ruined her entire life

Suddenly wants the good man (op) back

Spams him with messages, begging him to forgive her

The man exercises his right to not reply or acknowledge any of this (but may conspicuously not bother blocking her number, making absolutely sure she's able to throw desperate pleas into the void continually)

Ex partner gradually gets more desperate, sinks lower and lower, tortured by the lack of response, until eventually

Ex partner commits or attempts suicide

The good man expresses some token sympathy

But feels absolutely 0 sense of responsibility for how tragically things worked out

Because his snooping was justified by her infidelity

His plotting and lies came after hers

It's not his fault what people thought of the truth he told them

It's not his job to show any care or concern for his cheating ex

It's a story where an everyman, gets betrayed by a woman who's just a stand-in for the audience's fears of betrayal

And manages to side-step all the messy mixed emotions

And go immediately into calculated revenge mode

And via a contrived series of events

Manages to entirely destroy the person who hurt him, but without ever *actively* doing anything, without having to be held responsible

(Obviously not all these elements are present in every example, but this is sort of, the platonic ideal of this kind of story, based on a load of stories I *mostly* remember) (Also clarifying, no, I don't think it's necessarily your necessarily responsibility to engage with an ex who hurt you, and it's not your fault if they hurt themselves. Just, this kind of story absolutely wants to have its cake and eat it, absolutely wants to imply that the man/op/protag's refusal to acknowledge the ex is causing pain and suffering, and it might even be intentional, but in a way that's technically within his right, so he has no social crimes to his name, while the ex is *a cheater* and thus very easy to demonise)

[tea-and-secrets]

as much as my dad likes to think he's tech savvy, i can tell he encourages tech illiteracy. my dad dislikes that i use a windows pc and gimp to draw instead of an ipad and adobe. not only does he not see the problem with corporations tracking and selling his data, he loves it, dude straight up fucking boasted about how he talked about mozzarella sticks at work, his phone picked it up, and he got advertised a mozzarella stick t-shirt on facebook which he willingly fucking bought. he thinks my artstyle as well as where i wanna fucking go with my art isn't good enough because it's not the "industry standard". he is the point of no return when it comes to greasy techbros and it makes me feel like nothing will ever get better. good god

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