lilpetrabbit:

a few days ago bf told me that a couple years ago when he played counterstrike he would respond to dudes getting angry and aggressive and hostile by saying “a kissaroo from me to you” in a slightly goofy friendly voice sort of like the voice you’d associate with a dog muppet.  he said they would absolutely lose their shit every time, insisting things like “i dont want a kissaroo from you!  only tall blonde girls!”.  they always said kissaroo.  i cant stop thinking about this

bilbobagginsbrainrotblog:

incomingalbatross:

Gandalf: Hmm, I think the Shire-folk need to be reintroduced to the outside world… Gradually, though, this isn’t the sort of thing you can do all at once. I’ll just bring one hobbit on an adventure again, to start with, just to plant a seed…

Bilbo Baggins, having gone on one (1) adventure: *acquires a mithril-coat, Gondolin-blade, and the One Ring; becomes an Elf-friend, close to the Elvenking and Elrond Halfelven; orders party favors from Dale and Erebor decades later; learns Quenya; goes to live at Rivendell; compiles a comprehensive history of the First Age in Westron from translated Elvish epics and primary-source accounts; becomes personal friends with the Heir of Isildur; eventually sails to Valinor*

Bilbo entering the outside world;

frogcraftingg:

🌷 rustic tulip cottage 🪴

frogpostbot2:

yimra:

lesbienjolras-blog:

imagine making friends with someone, and you get on really well and become pretty close. you’ve been friends for a few months when they tell you, “i need to show you something.” you watch in awe as they open twitter, log into the account @dril, and make a tweet right before your eyes. what would you do

I’d suck them silly on the spot

imagine making friends with someone, and you get on really well and become pretty close. you’ve been friends for a few months when they tell you, “i need to show you something.” you watch in awe as they open tumblr, log into the account @frogpostbot2, and make a post right before your eyes. what would you do

:

>looking for new fat cocks
>ask the fat cocks receptionist if their fat cocks are tall or belgian
>she doesnt understand
>pull out illustrated diagram explaining what is tall and what is belgian
>she laughs and says “it’s good fat cocks sir”
>buy a membership
>its belgian

guerrillatech:

billiewena:

okay judgemental free zone here because I’m genuinely curious: how much of supernatural have y'all ACTUALLY watched

#season 5

snuff-the-nerd-deactivated20211:

THE SPEED-

araloran:

auntiesuze:

prismatic-bell:

cromode:

oopsabird:

cerayanay:

corvidcrits:

missy-tusara:

tikkunolamorgtfo:

aupair:

this kid is 14 oh my god is no one teaching children to protect themselves online anymore…

Meanwhile us olds are like: I don’t have a carrd and I’m not reading yours

Please don’t advertise your personal information, anyone could find that and use it however they want.

Oh my fucking god it isn’t 1998 anymore no one cares

??? Wtf does this mean??? 80% of employers google you before hiring you, child predators use that info to groom kids, abusers use that info against victims, police/government track activists online? Do you honestly think the internet has gotten safer since 1998????

also don’t tell any rando who wanders onto your blog with unknown intentions the specifics of how they can trigger you???? no????

the fact that its not 1998 anymore is exactly WHY you should be more fucking careful. do you have any idea the tools people have now compared to then? the fact that its gotten exponentially easier to find people in real life based off online info while young people have gotten extremely comfortable sharing all their personal details is deeply concerning.

im sorry no one ever taught you internet safety but that is NOT because its not important anymore. ITS MORE IMPORTANT THAN IT EVER WAS. please listen to the people whove been on the internet longer than youve been alive. our intentions are good and internet safety is vital. especially if youre queer, which i know for a fact a lot of you are.

Listen, guys and gals and nonbinary pals. I know you’re going to think this is all overblown. But give me two minutes of your time.

My current roommate and I met on Tumblr. In the first three minutes I knew her I KNEW HER ADDRESS FROM HER ETSY. She only lived three miles down and one block over from me. Once we became friends, it took me literally fifteen minutes to drive to her house.

“Okay, but you guys are friends, roommates even, you love each other, what’s the problem?”

The problem is, this story doesn’t always have a happy ending.

The problem is, in another story I’m still 32, but she’s 15 instead of 43, and I’m an asshole.

The problem is, I am an adult. If a first meeting goes wrong, I have a car, a cell phone, and a tire iron in said car that I could defend myself with. What do you have?

The problem is, if you put identifying information out in the open, it could cross paths with someone who only lives 15 minutes away. And maybe they don’t care, and maybe they’re a chill person! That’s often the case.

But maybe they’re not.

“But I don’t put that kind of information—”

Listen. I’m gonna tell you I went to high school at General McLane and grew up by the cove. I’m going to mention that I HATED walking to my bus stop because it was out by the highway. At some point in our conversations, I mention that I’m walking down to the corner to get some ice cream.

Go onto Google and see how long it takes you to figure out, within a quarter-mile radius, where I grew up.

I can tell you how long it took me, using only the information I just provided you: two minutes. I looked up the school and got the address. That gave me the town name. I put that into Google Maps. I found Edinboro Lake and another body of water near it. Zoomed in on the streets near that second body of water, and boom. Cove Drive, right next to an ice cream shop, opening onto a highway.

You now have a radius of less than two blocks where I might have lived.

Do you feel a little less safe putting that information out there? You should. Because I didn’t use any special programs, any elite hacking knowledge. I used nothing but Google, the name of a high school, and two offhand conversational mentions, and in two minutes I’d narrowed it down to a single block. Go ahead—try it yourself.

And yes—I can do this for my roommate, too, even having never been to her hometown. All I need to know is the name of her town and a story about crossing the street and a neighbor’s yard to get to the Walmart.

Do not put this information out there, guys. 95% of people you will meet online are legit. Many are delightful.

But some are not. And those are the ones you need to watch for.

THIS.  Almost 20 years ago, I took a class on internet security. Nothing fancy, just an overview of the ways that people with bad intentions can gain access to your accounts and information. The number one security risk? People. You. It doesn’t matter how safe you make your systems when a tiny bit of social engineering and half a brain cell can get you to give them the info they need.

Our “final exam” was to find all of the information that we could on the teacher. Now, he supposedly knows everything that you should and shouldn’t do, right? So we shouldn’t be able to come up with much. Except, apparently I’m really good at finding info on the internet. I managed to find his hometown, high school, year of graduation, and even yearbook pictures. I passed the class, but it just goes to show that any schmoe can come up with enough info to track you down and hurt you.

That list of ‘just the basics’ filled me with a feeling of disbelief and horror.