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hey I'm sorry I stopped in the middle of that sentence my brain decided to flush its cache and I totally forgot what this conversation was

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Chuckling to myself remembering the time I completely broke a scammer's brain by telling them I use Linux.

Scammer: do you have an apple or a windows computer please?

Me: neither, I use Linux.

Scammer: no no no, I asked if you use a apple or a windows

Me: neither

Scammer: what is the sticker? Is it a four boxes or is it an apple with a bite?

Me: ... I don't use EITHER of them. There's a third operating system called Linux. It isn't a PC or a mac. Please tell me you understand

Scammer: do -- do you know what I mean about apple or windows sir?

Me: yes. I'm a software developer. I understand completely. I'm telling you that YOU don't understand. Its called Linux, spelled L-I-N-U-X, type it into google

Scammer:

Scammer: but is it an apple or a windows computer sir

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studied up

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On the subject about parents needing to control their child's reading and invade their privacy in order to "protect" them from "inappropriate material:

Until I was in....college? At least? The vast, vast majority of the books I read were either a) assigned by my school or b) (the vast majority of my reading) provided to me by my mother.

My mom is a librarian. She filled our rooms with books, picked especially for us. She pointed out books on the shelves in our home library (separate from our bedroom shelves) that she thought we would like. She bought us books for birthdays, Christmas, and just stacks of recommendations. She once paid me $10 to read one of the Cirque Du Freak books because she said I needed "to be exposed to bad literature."

She respected my privacy in room, didn't go through my belongings. She explicitly pointed out to us that she wouldn't know if we took a particular book of the shelf, as long as we returned it, if we didn't want her to know we were reading it. She purposely brought us books that she didn't care for herself, because she thought we might find them valuable or enjoyable.

And if we wanted to read something she thought might upset or disturb us, she would explain why. She wouldn't stop us from reading it - just ask us to check in with her, to talk through it.

And so when I read something that upset or disturbed me, I would go to her. She would listen and talk through it with me.

If she said she didn't think I would like something, or that a book might disturb me, or that she thought I should wait until I was older, I listened to her.

She didn't need restrictions or control to protect me. Because she proved I could trust her.

Controlling kids is never about "protecting" them. It's just about control.

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˙ʇɐqʇᴉnɹɟ ɐ ǝɯoɔǝq oʇ pǝpᴉɔǝp ǝʌ,I

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One must imagine Sisyphus happy

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posting this pic until dnp do something

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phil “i liked this tiktok of a hot guy by accident” lester and dan “i don’t know why instagram keeps showing me furry content” howell. they are truly meant for each other

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“Hey guys! So it is currently 6:42 AM on Thursday, August 21st and as you can see, Dan is still asleep. We’ve got quite a busy day today though, so let’s wake him up!”

(Day in the Life of Dan and Phil in 2025)

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Moonbeam ice cream stinky ponky flick bean guy is a phannie omg

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Dashcon ballpit baby rotator cuff

Honestly it didn't turn out as good as I thought it would but I still like it

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dan and phil are both very gay but in different ways. dan is interested in phil, and ONLY phil. he’s too “busy thinking about politics” or wants it spelt out to him without any drama when other men flirt with him, but really he just wants phil. all day every day, staring at phil, thinking about phil, reminding us how great phil is. other men? pfft, don’t need them. he’s bagged the greatest man on the planet. you lesser men can get lost

phil on the other hand will look at every man ass available

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imagine you're in line to meet dan and phil. youre so excited and nervous that you're practically shaking. its finally your turn. as you turn the corner, they both stare at you, their professional smiles melting into a glare of disgust, but also one of recognition.

"aren't you... THAT blogger?" "the really weird one?"

you're frozen in place with shock. they know about YOUR blog and all the freak nasty phan shit youve been posting about, they know it well enough to even recognize your face. you can't even find the words to respond, just stammering and muttering.

"guards, seize them." immediately two large bodyguards hoist you up by your shoulders and remove you from the venue, all while kicking and screaming, "BUT YOU SAID RPF WAS FINE!" you manage to barely hear one of them shout back, "NOT WHEN YOU DO IT!" before you're finally tossed onto the parking lot pavement

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i've had this image made for awhile and whenever dan seems excited for a sponsor i dredge it up again

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phil’s face when dan does the sponsor fjgkfkfjh

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if my soulmate life partner husband looked like this every time he won a game i would also cheat to ensure he won