thatgirlonstage:

Please don’t let fandom ruin something you love. Walk away and unfollow the fans and enjoy the thing by yourself, or find a limited circle of people who ignore the discourse, or get your irl friends into the thing and collectively ignore the Internet community, or blacklist from here to the moon if you need to and only ever scroll through your rarepair ship’s tag on AO3. But don’t let fandom distort a show or a movie or a book or a comic you used to love so badly that you can’t enjoy the original anymore. Please. It isn’t worth it.

chocoboxnow:

Please enjoy this actual conversation from Cross Colors, which is a real, official game and (I think????) not a fanfic:

[Hayama and Nebuya are throwing snowballs at each other, but one goes wild]

Midorima: …that’s cold.
Hayama: Woah, is someone there!?
Takao: Bwaha! Shin-chan, did you get hit by a snowball?
Midorima: Quiet. Don’t laugh.
Takao: Awww. Here, there’s snow in your hair… [pat pat]
Hayama: Sorry! I didn’t think anyone was around.
Takao: It’s okay. We were crouched down at the edge of the yard, so you couldn’t see us. Sorry!
Midorima: ……
Takao: Shin-chan, don’t make such a scary face so early in the morning. Aren’t you glad the snow bunny didn’t get hit?
Takao: Here, it just needs ears and it’ll be done!
Midorima: …Right.
Hayama + Nebuya: Snow bunny?
Takao: Yep. Midorima’s lucky item today was a snow bunny, so we made one.
Midorima: Here it is.
Hayama: Hmmm, a snow bunny! I’ve never seen one before!
Nebuya: Nice job.
Midorima: Thank you.
Takao: Hayama-san, you two were having a snowball fight?
Hayama: You bet! We got all fired up~
Takao: Sounds fun!
Takao: I haven’t been in a snowball fight since grade school.
Hayama: Seriously? Want to join us!?
Nebuyai: Yeah, let’s do it!
Takao: Can we? I’d love to! Right, Shin-chan?
Midorima: I’m not interested.
Takao: Whaat~? We don’t usually get this much snow, it’ll be fun!
Takao: A snowball fight will be good exercise!
Midorima: ……
Takao: Okay, it’s settled!

amis-amai:

ilikeyoshi:

dickbuttofficial:

killbenedictcumberbatch:

carry-on-my-wayward-butt:

carry-on-my-wayward-butt:

windows 10 is garbage so every time i boot up the computer i have to run command prompt and enter

net.exe stop “Windows Search”

so that the shitty goddamned search/cortana feature that i never fucking use stops running in the background taking up all my fucking disk space

before

after

what the fuck is that seriously what the fuck is making my computer be a fucking piece of shit

@baristaboy try this out dude

@lambylin

y’all didn’t even add a tutorial of how to do this so imma put one right here

1. type in cmd.exe into your windows search and right click on Command Promt search result and select “Run as Administator”.
2. Type/Copypase in 

net.exe stop “Windows Search” and make sure Windows Search is in quotations. It should then respond saying “The Windows Search service is stopping” and then tell you it’s stopped.

This is only a temp fix though, if you want it switched off permanently then do THIS:

1.  Press the Windows key + R at the same time and type in services.msc.

2.  Scroll until you find Windows Search and double click it to enter its Properties window.

3.  Change the Startup type to Disabled. Apply this change and you can exit out.

VOILA, NO MORE TAKEN UP DISK SPACE

geekdawson:

Kindness is often mistaken for softness and let me tell you, friends….that is a mistake you don’t want to make. 

Kind people are not born that way, they do not stumble into it, kind people are forged in fire and darkness and imploding stars…they have steel cores. Throw a punch and you’re going to break your hand. 

Not kindness but goodness, but i think it’s applicable anyway.

From A Wizard Alone by Diane Duane:

Nita nodded. “I never thought goodness could be so tough,” she said. “So strong. But then again…I guess goodness isn’t something I’d think about a whole lot, anyway. Nobody uses the word much unless it’s in a commercial, and then they’re just trying to convince you that something has a lot of milk in it.”

Carl nodded, looking wry. “Virtue,” he said. “The real thing. It’s not some kind of cuddly teddy bear you can keep on the shelf until you need a hug. It’s dangerous, which is why it makes people so nervous. Virtue has its own agenda, and believe me, it’s not always yours. The word itself means strength, power. And when it gets loose, you’d better watch out.”

“Something bad might happen…”

“Impossible. But possibly something painful.”