#i hate google

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We at Google think you're fucking stupid

We're launching new privacy features. You are cattle to us. Soon you will have more choice over the ads you see.

Our services are free to use because you are the product we sell. Chrome notes topics of interest based on your recent browsing history. Chrome wants to make you a fatter hog for our advertisers. Sites you visit can determine what you like. If we don't know what you like, we can't strangle you for money. Sites can ask for this information to show you personalized ads. This is a privacy feature. Yeah, of course it is. What are you talking about? Just believe us, you idiot.

We know most of you will not even stop to read this. Thank god.

Did you know we removed "Don't be evil" from our code of conduct in 2015?

[ghost-cricket]

i am so fucking tired of this post, this is my third time writing it because my tumbkr tab keeps reloading when im inactive on it for likw. 2 minutes. and it never saves as a draft.

there will be some typos because im tired

but yeah ill be talking about a song that reminds me of vic because im normal

wooooooooo time to break down every vic core line

Keeping Secrets (Fit For A King)

Is there a way out A way out from the let-down I'm living in? Some refuge from the cloud I'm under

vic's pov. like. "when will i ever stop being tortured. when will you (Alan) finally let death be permanent. is that even possible.

Living in lies, what I am is never good enough

however much they try to fight back or escape, they cant. Alqn is more powerful and they are tiny.

There's no hope if I give them nothing

eventually vic just stops responding. they do nothing. (yes yes i know this would be out of order timeline wise shoot me)

And now I'm dead in the water

fhis one is quite literal, considering they were drowned at least once.

I'm afraid it's too late to change

i can imagine at some point victim believes that maybe under the right circumstances things could work out. that maybe if they just survived long enough they could talk it out or something. maybe Alan is capable of more that jsut cruelty. they eventually stop desperately clinging to this idea, tjough. it isn't helping them.

You're the pin, I'm the hand grenade

THIS. THIS LINE MAKES ME SO INSANE. like. likw. vic was Alan's release. any pent up emotions could be thrown at this stick figure, instead of being violent or lashing out at "real people."

victim's the pin, Alan's the hand grenade

How can words of hope hold weight When I can't believe when I tell them to myself?

we saw one of mitsi's lil notes saying to have a good day, so i can imagine that its really hard for vic to keep mitsi's level of positivity, ESPECIALLY now that she's gone.

I can't feel heart through the violence

im tired and dont know how to explain it but this is a very vic core line okay

But I'm coping with the feeling of your disappointment

vic knows mitsi wouldn't want them to do all this. xe would not want these terrible violent acts done in xyr name. and vic doesn't know how to feel about that. what to think about what she'd say.

im skipping chorus 2 because theres still another one and going over both would be redundant

Now the cold hard truth I'm miserable and panicked now

victim going through Agent's memories to find mitsi's death. i know we're supposed to be talking about vic right now but there was something about how fucking defeated Agent looked after mitsi died that just. ough this man makes me want to cry

I thought that I could numb the pain But I'm just losing myself again

that right there is just victim in a sentence. they were getting better, they were moving on. but now that the one helping them is gone, they've gotten so much worse, arguably worse than before Mitsi. they're violent with disregard for others' lives, spiralling.

And now I'm dead in the water

this time it's more metaphorical. they're obviously not dead, no, but they lost so much of thesmelf when Mitsi died.

I'm afraid it's too late to change

this is where the roles change. it's too late for VICTIM to change. they've gone in so deep, done so much that in their mind, healing and moving on isn't even an option anymore.

It's like I've held up a gun to everyone that I love

this is another one that im not sure how to explain but this is vic.

You're the pin, I'm the hand grenade

i imagine victim was always one step away from a revenge quest. Mitsi just kept them said step back. she helped them heal, to find ways of dealing with trauma that arent just sitting there drowning in it. she ALSO probably offered some kind of release for any kind of emotion, they could tell her anything. she is the reason that victim didn't do this sooner. but now that xe's gone, they have no one holding them back from all this.

mitsi was the pin, victim's the hand grenade. and you know what happens when you take the pin out.

in trying to take revenge on Alan, they are now no better than him.

ANYGAYS THERE YA GO. JUST UHHHHHH THINK ABOUT IT.

heres the song, i do recommend listening to it even if its just for this to make more sense.

[cloned-sheep97]

Every. single. fucking. time. i open youtube. on my CHROMEBOOK computer. and watch. a video. i get. an ad. advertizing. CHROMEBOOK'S SECURITY.

WHWHHWHWHWWHY ARE YOU ADVERTIZING ME CHROME WHEN IM ON CHROME AND IM USING A CHROMEBOOK AHHHHH I FUCKING HATE CHROME WHY DO I HAVE THIS AS A COMPUTER (make no mistake, i am grateful for my parents giving me this) BUT AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS IS UNREASONABLY DRIVING ME NUTS!!!!

"just install an adblocker from your extensions brah"

yeah "brah" sadly, oh so sadly, some RETARD (see there? i took advantage at the fact that im autistic to say that word) from my school organization made it so NO ONE can acess the CHROME EXTENSIONS, NOR THE FUCKING DINOSAUR GAME. Because they are a salty bitch. A sour twat. An umpleseant to the taste and to interact person.

[hikiclawd]

was already planning on switching search engines soon but seeing this felt like being shot in the head

I don't want my questions and searches to be fed into an AI . . . pls dpmo

[corvid-king-dmi]

i fucking hate google it is fucking unuseable. all i do id try to research ancient religions like that of the etruscans and what do i find? amazon links. FUCK YOU GOOGLE AND FUCK YOU AMAZON i need to turn this bibliography in to my anthropology of religion professor TODAY its the last day of the extension i asked him for im going to RIP MY HAIR OUT if i hot one more paywall for a fucking book or article i swear to the fucking gods oh my FUCK

[httpiastri]

this is so unrelated to racing but i’ve been having chest pains when deadlifting (and in some other exercises too) recently, so ofc i went to google it and…..

please???? why

(medical side of tumblr, if there even is a such thing, please help me find why i’m having this because it sucks 😭)

[iknow12555]

I was thinking about what if Desmond joined the Targent organization before he got married I know it's impossible, but WHAT IF It will be easier for him to sabotage their plans without them knowing it, and Targent's agents cannot complain about him because he will be "his father's beloved son" They see him as a spoiled boy

He was kidnapped by Targent without knowing that his father is now their president, and Leon will surprise him about it

I feel that when he meets him, he will feel a mixture of emotions?? For example, like happiness, oh my father is alive??

And anger because he became the head of the organization and never cared to return to his children

But on the other hand, he will take advantage of it

I don't know what to say, this came to my mind and I think I'll make it an au

[prettiestgirlathemorgue1]

I just love it when I get logged out of my account and can't remember my god damn password so the universe decides to pull a fuck you card on me, once again. And I have to start a new blog all over again. Don't you just love life.

[invisiblewashboard]

Yesterday I dropped my children off with my mother so that I could run some errands on my own. I am usually not granted this privilege, and I planned to take full advantage. For me, that looks like completing my tasks as quickly as humanly possible, getting some food from a drive-thru restaurant, then merely driving around aimlessly for a while.

Foolishly, I decided to drive past my childhood home and the surrounding areas.

For those of you who do not know, my childhood home was only recently purchased by a large company who is bringing loads and loads of infrastructure to my hometown. I understand the inevitability and necessity of such things, but that does not mean I have to like any of it.

I drove past the place where my home used to stand; the home my father designed. The home that I still have the blueprints for. The home he built with his own hands, exactly how my mother asked for it to be built.

After he died, it was hard for me to be in that house, even though that is often exactly where my mother needed me to be. It was as if I were standing inside my father’s mind, seeing every design choice, from the plethora of right angles, the symmetry and sharp, modern design as reminders of him, reminders that he should still be living in this house, providing for my mom and my little sister.

What was harder than being in the house was saying goodbye to it forever in January when my mother moved out. I cried more than perhaps I should have. Because it’s only a place. It was only a house. But it was my house once upon a time ago. And I hated leaving it forever. I had dreamed of my kids having sleepovers at their grandparents in that house, of my dad teaching them fire safety and how to navigate the woods around them there. I dreamt of their dad taking them hunting on the land, of them chasing chickens and goats around the garden and yard, since we don’t live in a place that allows the keeping of livestock.

But none of that was to be.

Now, when you drive by, there is nothing. Nothing but empty land and a pile of fill dirt where the house once stood. The only thing left are memories.

I did not expect that as I was driving by I would see one of our neighbor’s homes being actively torn down. An excavator was smashing through walls, glass from the windows shattering everywhere, drywall, siding, insulation all being torn out. And for what, you ask? For a huge data center. For parking lots. For ugly warehouses and fences and gray, brown, and black things to replace the trees and endless fields that used to be there.

I should have turned around and gone to my mother’s to get my kids at that point but I did not. I kept on. I drove past what used to be my favorite place in all the world, a place I would go to seek solace from the teasing of my brothers, the annoyances of a sister 13 years my junior. It did not used to be accessible by road, but that has since changed. It used to be a meadow, one full of tall, tall grasses and wildflowers. Long ago it used to be a farmer’s field, so there were no trees, but I had to trek through the woods for the shortest path there.

It wounded me deeply to see what it’s become. The grasses and wildflowers have been torn up. All that remains are clods of dirt, yellow construction vehicles, the beginnings of a parking lot, and the framing of a warehouse.

I admit my stomach twisted and tears burned my eyes when I saw it. I used to sit in that meadow with my diary in hand, facing the sun as it sank down into the horizon, loving every moment of peace and quiet, knowing if I were still enough, the deer would come from the surrounding wood to graze under the last light of day, that if I were very lucky, a rabbit may dart in front of me before realizing I was there. Once the sun had fully set, the ceasing of birdsong meant it was time for me to go home. And I was never afraid. Even in the dark, I knew my way through the woods well and it never took me longer than twenty minutes to come through the woods, into the clearing of my backyard.

No one will ever have the chance to experience the joy that meadow brought ever again. Because it’s gone now.

And my heart it just a bit broken over it.

[svetzzi]

only on youtube can i get a trailer for the new anti-trans "documentary" by the epoch times and then a trevor project donation popup ad on the exact same video

[giogiovania]

The devil (corporations) work fast but uBlock programmers work faster

[pungent-things]

YouTube Vanced stopped working.

But only for my main account.

I had a spare account that I hadn't used since 2014 or something and that one works just fine. So the error it spits at you telling you to use the latest version of the YouTube App is a complete farce. This restriction is wholly arbitrary and is literally just YouTube being a bunch of cunts.

I got YouTube Revanced up and running which uses a more recent version and my primary account is still giving me that "error", but my spare account is working just fine.

Death to Google.

[warm-fuzzies-and-hot-anxiety]

hmmm…pretty sure one of these is not quite like the others

[thepileofclothesonyourdesk]

"We have a new AI feature!" "With the power of AI..." "Our AI..."

I am going to abandon technology and start only inscribing things on clay tablets

[the-real-google]

To celebrate pride month I've decided to make a part 2 of the killing transphobes post since it was given a community warning. (🚗🔨⚒️💥)

LIMITED TIME OFFER:

For every note this gets I will kill one (1) acephobe AND one (1) arophobe with my bare hands.

[pcragdollsnewacc]

I FUCKING HATE GOOGLE I FUCKING HATE GOOGLE

I JUST REMEMBERED THAT IM LOCKED OUT MY OLD GOOGLE ACCOUNT AND MY STUPID AASS TRIED LOGGING IN AGAIN AND WAS MEET WITH "incorrect password or email" BITCH WHAT THE FUCK DOYOU MEAN