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Just a bunch of useful websites

12ft – Hate paywalls? Try this site out.

My Fridge Food – No idea what to make? Tell this site what ingredients you have on hand and it will give you recipes to cook.

Project Gutenberg – Always ends up on these type of lists and for very good reason. All works that are copyright free in one place.

Ninite – New PC? Install all of your programs in one go with no bloat or unnecessary crap.

Unchecky – Tired of software trying to install additional unwanted programs? This will stop it completely by unchecking the necessary boxes when you install.

Sci-Hub – Research papers galore! Check here before shelling out money. And if it’s not here, try the next link in our list.

LibGen – Lots of free PDFs relate primarily to the sciences.

Zotero – A free and easy to use program to collect, organize, cite and share research.

Car Complaints – Buying a used car? Check out what other owners of the same model have to say about it first.

CamelCamelCamel – Check the historical prices of items on Amazon and set alerts for when prices drop.

Have I Been Pawned – Still the king when it comes to checking if your online accounts have been released in a data breach. Also able to sign up for email alerts if you’ve ever a victim of a breach.

Radio Garden – Think Google Earth but wherever you zoom, you get the radio station of that place.

Just The Recipe – Paste in the url and get just the recipe as a result. No life story or adverts.

Tineye – An Amazing reverse image search tool.

My 90s TV – Simulates 90’s TV using YouTube videos. Also has My80sTV, My70sTV, My60sTV and for the younger ones out there, My00sTV. Lose yourself in nostalgia.

Foto Forensics – Free image analysis tools.

Old Games Download – A repository of games from the 90’s and early 2000’s. Get your fix of nostalgia here.

Online OCR – Convert pictures of text into actual text and output it in the format you need.

Remove Background – An amazingly quick and accurate way to remove backgrounds from your pictures.

Twoseven – Allows you to sync videos from providers such as Netflix, Youtube, Disney+ etc and watch them with your friends. Ad free and also has the ability to do real time video and text chat.

Terms of Service, Didn’t Read – Get a quick summary of Terms of service plus a privacy rating.

Coolors – Struggling to get a good combination of colors? This site will generate color palettes for you.

This To That – Need to glue two things together? This’ll help.

Photopea – A free online alternative to Adobe Photoshop. Does everything in your browser.

BitWarden – Free open source password manager.

Atlas Obscura – Travelling to a new place? Find out the hidden treasures you should go to with Atlas Obscura.

ID Ransomware – Ever get ransomware on your computer? Use this to see if the virus infecting your pc has been cracked yet or not. Potentially saving you money. You can also sign up for email notifications if your particular problem hasn’t been cracked yet.

Way Back Machine – The Internet Archive is a non-profit library of millions of free books, movies, software, music, websites and loads more.

Rome2Rio – Directions from anywhere to anywhere by bus, train, plane, car and ferry.

Splitter – Seperate different audio tracks audio. Allowing you to split out music from the words for example.

myNoise – Gives you beautiful noises to match your mood. Increase your productivity, calm down and need help sleeping? All here for you.

DeepL – Best language translation tool on the web.

Forvo – Alternatively, if you need to hear a local speaking a word, this is the site for you.

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Yo,I just realised

in Jason Derulos song Trumpets he hears trumpets bexause hes HORNY...get it HORNy

I feel so slow now

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SLPT: sleep with a square of chocolate on your tongue (for the bacteria)

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Her Name Is Zappa And She’s Almost 15

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No one:

Absolutely no one:

Dick Grayson:

Source

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I have never witnessed something in my entire life that kept me so interested within a roller coaster of socio-economic company history and tax evasion schemes that really boiled down to the greatest personal conclusion of this man’s day.

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Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.

On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.

But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.

And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.

Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.

The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.

When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.

~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy

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2018 Grinch has no edge. He’s got no bite. He’s not even that much of an asshole. He’s just a sassy gay furry with unusually nice teeth despite his famous theme song declaring otherwise.

1966 Grinch? Now that was a mean, scary bastard. He was a crusty old fuck who hated society so much that he only came off his shitty frozen mountain to commit crimes and terrorism out of spite.

Bennyhoo Cumberland Grinch comes down from his mountain to buy groceries.

You can round the edges off a character to make them more “relatable” or whatever, but you also run the risk of losing what defined them in the first place. The end result is bland and generic.

2018 Grinch is a reflection of modern society’s rejection of real character flaws in the interest of being “unproblematic” and in this essay i will

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Invisible Girl

Summary: A girl that is hard to remember. Inspired by Nobody by Jennifer Barnes

Erik x blackreader

One shot

Warnings: angst?

Word Count: 1,284

Let me know what y'all think!!!!

Ever since her high school graduation, things had been different. She was determined to make college different. Everyday she walked to the same coffee shop before heading to class. She ordered the same cup of jo, usually from the same barista. She could never understand why it took her ten tries everyday to get their attention. When she was in line people usually walked into her as they couldn’t see her. But he could.

When she went to class, very seldom would she raise her hand, it didn’t matter anyway, because the professor never called on her. Even if she were the only one with her hand up.

She couldn’t hail a taxi for her life, so she usually took the train. But even in those moments when she felt normal as if she belonged, there was always a stranger that tried to sit on her.

“Sorry ma'am, I couldn’t see you there.” They always whispered in a confused tone, their eyes never reaching hers.

She often wondered if she were a ghost. She shook her head in response to that thought. No way.

Sometimes she would go to the school pool. Swimming laps always helped her clear her mind. But after the fifth time of someone taking over her lane while she was in it, the pool was no longer a sanctuary. Besides, the one time she fell in the pool and hit her head, tainted her view of the place. Especially when none of the lifeguards or other patrons came to check on her.

She tried to remain positive, constantly telling herself that things could change. That they WOULD change. One day people would start to notice her. Her job at the library helped keep her sane. At least her she couldn’t be ignored, that’s what she told herself. She only got the job because of work-study. And the interview was one on one, there was no way she could be forgotten in those situations. The panel interviews she had before for the camp counselor job she really wanted at age 15 was the worst interview she’d ever had. 11 other girls in the same space, she didn’t get the position because she wasn’t memorable. She never was.

The library was her happy place she would stay there all day if she could. She watched a handsome boy approaching the check out desk at which she stood. His gaze straight on her. She felt a tingle in her belly, is this what they called butterflies. His smile bright, his teeth brighter, and his skin a smooth dark caramel. She smiled in response ready to answer his questions, whatever he needed help with.

But when he stopped at the check out computer just to the right of her, something broke. She watched as his smile deepened, and he held his books out to the co worker next to you. She’d always been pretty, always pulled guys at work, so it’s no surprise that this guy was drawn to her too.

So why did this hurt more.

She returned to her off campus apartment by herself. And for the first time in years she let herself cry freely. A sobbing mess, she made no attempt to stop the ugly cries that left her mouth. She slid down the back of her front down until she met the ground with a thud.

She was always passed over, there was always something better. Always mediocre, average, okay, basic, boring. She was never chosen for any of the high school teams she tried out for. Had a really hard time keeping friends, hell even her own family failed to keep in touch with her. There was always someone prettier, skinnier, thicker, smarter than her, no one ever had a crush on the quiet girl.

She was alone. Invisible.

She fell asleep on her couch where she stayed for a few days. No one ever came to check on her. When it was Monday again, her alarm bleeped loudly, scarring her out of a peaceful dream. Groggily she slumped her way to her bathroom and got ready. Usually her shower would energize her. Today it did nothing. She pulled on her clothes pulled her locs into a bun and headed out.

Every day she walked to the coffee shop before heading to class. And today was no different, except that it was. She felt a pair of eye on her on the way to the coffee shop, when she was finally inside she felt safe enough to casually look around to find the eyes that were on her. When she found them her heart pounded.

Erik. He had been a Graduate Assistant for her freshman statistics class. The only one who ever paid attention to her.

He smiled shyly. His eyes dancing in delight. His hair was longer, he’d loc’d it similar to her. She hadn’t seen him since her second semester at school. She knew he was an out of state student. She only assumed that he had gone home once he was done with his studies. But here he was waving her over, holding out a cup of coffee to her. She hesitantly walked over, cautious of the fact that he might be looking at someone else. Or a ghost.

She returned his smile when she came closer. His smile grew bigger, his dimples made an appearance, her knees grew weak. He handed her the coffee and gestured for her to sit, pulling the chair out for her. She gently sat and looked at her handsome old friend. She was happy to see him again, especially with the way her mind had her feeling the past few days.

“Hello, old friend.” His accent dripped of his sentence. His smile glinted gold. His slugs a staple whenever they hung out outside of class.

“Hello, where have you been? I missed seeing a friendly face on campus.”

“Wakanda needed me.” He spoke confidently. She nodded in response not pressing the issue. She knew of the country his family was from and that his family was involved in the politics there. But he never told me more than that. And she never wanted to push him away so she made sure not to over step my bounds. He was a friend. Her only friend the last thing she wanted was to run him off with too many questions.

“Well… you look nice.” He was dressed in what She assumes is a traditional Wakandan suit. It fit him well. She was used to seeing him in ripped jeans and a plain white tee. A jacket would always adorn his broad shoulders

“As do you.” His eyes glanced over her body appreciatively. She blushed in response.

They spoke for awhile diving back to that place they were at their freshman year easily. She ended up skipping class, so that She could walk around the local park with him.

Side by side they relaxed as the sun warmed up their shoulders. Their hands occasionally bumping each other. Bashfully She’d glance away from his alluring stare.

“Tell me. Why do you always look away when I look at you.” He asked quietly stopping under an old Oak tree. His body turned to face her, his hand slipping up to gently grab her chin, forcing her to face him.

“You tell me, why are you the only one who seems to SEE me.” She whispered in response, her chocolate brown eyes searched his in desperation. He smiled quietly, almost as if it was meant for him. Then it grew bigger his gold canines glaring at her. His voice barely a whisper, the wind almost carried it away, a laugh followed his words.

“Only the dead can see each other.”

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Artist - Tony Terry

Song - With You

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Thought I was the only one

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If you won the world record for first man to have 3 world records, now you have 4, so you get the world record for first man with 4 world records, and you would have infinite world records

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Chris Hardwick talks about censorship of women’s bodies and absolutely nails it.

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My ps4 when I start downloading a game:

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If high school was a movie, high schoolers wouldn’t be allowed to watch it.