If you use Firefox, you can go to the about:config page, search for "media.mediasource.enabled" and double click on it to set it to false. After you restart Firefox, all youtube videos will load entirely even when paused! This also affects other streaming websites :)
go to About:config
find media.mediasource.enabled and toggle it to false
find media.cache_readahead_limit and change it to 9999
find media.cache_resume_threshold and change it to 9999
additionally if you'd prefer mp4 to webm
also in about:config, find:
media.encoder.webm.enabled
media.mediasource.webm.audio.enabled
media.mediasource.webm.enabled
media.webm.enabled
and toggle them all to false
note!
this will limit video to 1080p
and use https://addons.mozilla.org/en-US/firefox/addon/dont-accept-webp/ to kill WebP
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I've been playing with a no-one-knows AU where Danny has been married to Jason for years but hasn't told him his secret. Jason knows that Danny isn't human, but hasn't pressed because Danny is so terrified when he approaches the topic. The Batfamily do not know.
Presently, the GIW are in Gotham and closing in, and the Box Ghost has come to Danny seeking help.
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“You’re a ghost,” Jason said gently, pulling one of Danny’s hands away from his face to wrap it in his own. Danny let him. “Aren’t you?”
Danny’s breath hitched again.
Surprisingly, the Box Ghost looked almost as horrified as Danny.
“What? NO! I, the BOX GHOST, would not out Danny Fenton to his human family! For he is as human as I once was!” He flailed his arms in blatant panic. “There is nothing to reveal, for Danny Fenton is most certainly NOT a ghost!”
“What’s wrong with Danny being a ghost?” Box Lunch wanted to know, tilting her head up to peer up at her father in confusion. “Is it a secret?”
“BOX LUNCH!” the Box Ghost wailed, every inch a mortified parent.
“Yes, it was, or your father would not be so blatantly lying about it,” Damian told her, taking pity on the child ghost.
“Oh!” Box Lunch nodded seriously. “Danny isn’t a ghost!”
Danny let out a slightly hysterical laugh, and then started to cry, gasping quietly with tears pouring down his face, hunched down to hide from them. He didn’t pull his hand out of Jason’s.
“It is no longer a secret here, as it has become apparent,” Damian elaborated.
Box Lunch scrunched up her nose. “Oh.”
“Ghosts are not bad,” Cass said softly, “if ghosts are Danny.”
“Danny.” Jason scooted closer and pulled Danny against him, and Danny let him, pressing into him without unwinding at all. “Danny, I already knew. I’ve known for years.” Danny tilted his head up to give him an incredulous look, and Jason grinned at him. “You’re not good at hiding it, stardust. Your freckles glow when you’re excited and your eyes flash green when you’re frustrated. You walk through closed doors when you’re sleepy and things fall through your hands when people startle you. I’ve known you aren’t human since we moved in together.”
“…Oh,” Danny murmured, guilt and relief and wonder swirling together in his still-wet eyes.
“Phantom!” the Box Ghost scolded. Jason took note of the sudden change in address. “You are the worst secret keeper ever!”
“Shut up, Boxy,” Danny snapped. He pulled away from Jason and wiped his eyes, sniffling. Their hands stayed locked together. “We, we need to hide you and bitty-bite b-before we talk about this any more. I wasn’t joking about the Guys in White.”
The Box Ghost flapped his arms dismissively. “They will not find us! They are looking for YOU, and their instruments will not be prepared for such subtle spirits as Box Lunch and I!”
“They are looking for me while I am hiding,” Danny said, soft but barbed. He wiped his face again and turned around to better face the other ghost, glaring sharply. “Something I am well known to be very good at. Far better at than you.”
The Box Ghost went so pale he was almost translucent.
“You don’t look like a ghost at all,” Tim said, studying Danny. “Your skin is pink, you don’t glow… most of the time, no pointed ears or fangs. Your eyes are normal.” His eyes narrowed. “Is this… not your natural appearance?”
Danny flinched. “I… I…” He swallowed, staring at nothing, and then forced his attention back onto the Box Ghost. “Your base signatures are pretty low. If you stop using your powers and suppress your auras as much as you can, you can probably bring them low enough to hide.”
No answers would be forthcoming for now, Jason understood. He signaled sharply to Bruce and Tim, the most likely to try to interrupt. Wait. Time-sensitive, finish operation before proceeding.
Bruce didn’t look pleased, but he nodded sharply. Tim just watched, thoughtful eyes fixed on Danny. Damian was scowling, Dick frowning faintly, but Cass’ curiosity looked borderline idle. Jason watched Danny interact with the other ghost with a healthy blend of interest and concern, and tried not to wonder if Tim was right.
“Box Lunch, do you know how to land?” Danny asked. It seemed like a silly question until Box Lunch wrinkled her nose and cocked her head.
“Land?” she asked, audibly uncertain. For that matter, her father looked vaguely baffled too. “Like… with my feet? On the floor?”
Danny managed a smile and nodded. Box Lunch eyed the floor, then drifted down to hover at floor level. “Like this?”
“Not exactly,” Danny said, sounding more fond than anything. He slid off the bar stool and knelt down in front of Box Lunch. Jason couldn’t look away; he’d been deprived of any open knowledge of Danny’s nonhuman side for so long that his curiosity was damn near insatiable now. And Danny teaching a kid of his species? That was doing things to Jason. Good things. “Close your eyes.” Box Lunch did. “Feel the energy in the air. Do you feel gravity? Do you sense how it pulls things down?” She nodded uncertainly. “Hold onto that feeling. Let it hold onto you. Do you feel it?” Nod. “Good. Now- let go of the sky.”
The instructions didn’t make a lick of sense to Jason, but Box Lunch dropped right out of the air and landed on her feet. Her eyes flew open, and she pinwheeled dramatically until Danny caught her.
“Ahh!” she squealed, looking dismayed. “I’m heavy!”
Danny chuckled. “No, bitty-bite, you’re still light as a feather.” He picked Box Lunch up and held her out in front of him, smiling. She squealed again, kicking her feet, her eyes bright with delight. “Good job. Do you think you can hold that?”
“Um, sure,” she mumbled, not looking at all sure.
The Box Ghost landed on the floor with a grunt - Jason suspected that he’d been listening to Danny’s instructions too. He held out his arms for Box Lunch, and Danny handed her over willingly.
“Now what?” the Box Ghost asked tentatively, staring at the floor like it would eat him. Yeah, Jason could definitely believe that he’d never landed before either.
“Now, you listen to me,” Danny said seriously. He reached out and grabbed Box Ghost’s arm, demanding his attention, and forced eye contact. From the Box Ghost’s wide eyes, this behavior was as new to him as it was to Jason. But then Danny continued, speaking as firmly as if he were willing his words into existence. “You are not a ghost. You are not a ghost.” Understanding flickered across the Box Ghost’s face, and he screwed his eyes shut. His glow started to dim. “You are solid. You are heavy. You are warm. You are made of flesh, blood, and bone. You are not a ghost. You are not a ghost. You are human.”
The Box Ghost’s glow receded and disappeared. Except for his blue skin, he almost looked human now. He opened his eyes uncertainly, and Danny gave him a weary smile and a nod, letting go of his arm and leaning back.
“But what about Box Lunch?” the Box Ghost asked anxiously, looking down at Box Lunch. She’d squeezed her eyes shut to try and follow Danny’s instructions, but didn’t seem to be meeting with the same success.
Danny sighed. “I’m not sure how to explain it to her,” he admitted, reaching up to run his fingers through his hair as he looked at the little girl with worry. She opened her eyes and gave him an anxious look, and Danny gave her a small smile. “It’s not your fault, bitty-bite. It’s just… you’ve always been a ghost, so you don’t have your dad’s memories of what it felt like to be human.”
Box Lunch stomped her feet. “I can pretend!”
“Then pretend,” Danny said seriously. “It doesn’t have to be perfect. Just do your best.”
“Wehh!” Box Lunch flailed her arms, brow furrowed in concentration. “I am human! My body is super solid and I crash into things a lot! And I run around on the ground and eat human food! Fear me!”
It was so cute that Jason muffled a laugh, and he wasn’t the only one. Box Lunch ran a circle around the floor, then crashed into a wall on purpose and bounced off, giggling. Even Bruce’s hard expression softened into a fond look.
“That should keep you off the sensors,” Danny said to the Box Ghost, voice low. Something about his eyes looked exhausted. “Just make sure Box Lunch maintains it. Maybe keep playing human with her.”
The Box Ghost nodded uncertainly. “Thank you, Phantom,” he said quietly. “I know that we can count on you.”
I'm a bit late to the party, but this was too cute not to expand upon.
After Boxy and Bitty Bute left, word spread quickly aiming the ghosts. They'd always been huge gossips.
At first, just after Box Ghost and Box Lunch, only a few ghosts dropped by Gotham in a month. Kitty, Johnny and Shadow; Skulker; Desiree. They all came by to ask Phantom to teach them how to hide.
He helped them and they went on to teach the others. Those who couldn't quite get it found their way to Gotham, asking for Danny to teach them.
Watching Danny made Jason feel warm. This was the side of Danny he'd never been allowed to see before, the side that was hidden for fear for his life. Sure, Danny was nice to the kids he encountered everyday, and he could never not help someone whenever he could, but to see him teach people who he never would've met otherwise?
Jason fell more and more in love with him every day. Had since they met, had since they got married, and will until the end of their eternity.
"Do you believe in love at first sight?" That was the very first thing Jason had ever said to Danny.
Danny had raised an eyebrow. "Not quite. I believe that first impressions are useless. What really matters is in the moments that happen afterwards."
Jason had smiled dumbly at that. "Will you give me the chance to have those extra moments?"
"Sure,"
It was a moment he remembered more clearly than anything else in his life. He was so beyond happy to watch Danny prove how much he loved the people around him again and again.
"What're you thinking about?" Dick asked
Jason's eyes never strayed from where Danny was helping another ghost, this one a child named Poindexter, learn how to 'let go of the sky'. "About how lucky I am."
Dick fakes a groan. "Don't go mushy on me, Little Wing. I do not need to know anything about your love life." He paused. "Unless it's anything but healthy." He looked between Danny and his brother before saying, "Though, I don't think that'll ever be a worry."
"I am way outta my league," Jason sighed, "I love him so much."
"Even a blind man could see that,"
"Don't worry," Danny chimed, the ghost he'd been helping no longer in the field, "You'll find someone some day, Dick."
He spluttered while Jason laughed and kissed his husband. "Traitor!"
Danny shrugged. "I could refer you to a great fortune teller? She's great at granting wishes."
Dick cringed back a bit. "No, thanks."
"Suit yourself."
"Anymore news on those GIW bastards?" Jason asked.
Danny sighed and shook his head. "No one knows exactly where they are, just that they're tracking me."
"Do you really think staying in one place is safe?"
A nod. "If worst comes to worst, I can escape them faster than they can catch me."
"And if they do catch you?"
"Then I know you'll be right behind with a rescue team and the wrath of a titan."
Dick mimed gagging. "You guys are way too cute, it's actually sickening."
Jason shrugged this time. "You'll understand one day, Dick Wing."
Hello everyone. We keep seeing a lot of takes online (mainly Twitter and TikTok) talking about how there needs to be censorship on taboo subjects. We wanted to share some reasons why that may not be as great an idea as you may think.
The taboo subjects now adays are usually sexual in nature. Kinks, incest, loli/shota, etc, a lot of people want to ban. A talking point we've heard a few times is that if people see this stuff in fiction then they'll start to like it and change the way their brain is wired. This is THE EXACT talking points conservatives had when videos games first came out, calling them violent and the cause of school shootings. More importantly for this essay, this is what happened as well when movies first came out.
When movies first came out there was an outcry from the public to have more moral films. In fear of both loosing an audience and being censored by the government (as movies were too new to be protected by law) film studios adopted The Hays Code, self censorship basically. The Hays Code censored the stuff people wanted gone sure, extreme violence, sex, excessive use of drugs, but that's not where the censorship stopped.
Amongst things banned in The Hays Code were queer people / relationships, and interracial relationships. When you open the floodgates to censorship, who decides what's moral and what's not? This is exactly what would happen again. You say no sex, the law may hear no queers. And lately, they'd sure love that opportunity!
So what do we do instead? It's completely fair if you're triggered by certain subjects in media or just plain old don't want to see them. That's fine. What people can do to help is properly tag stuff. For example the tag system in AO3 is there for a reason, USE IT. If you see someone online making something you don't like, block them, but don't harass them. You have a right to block them, just as they have a right to create. Trigger warnings have become a bit more common place beyond fanfiction too. They're in some books, shows, and video games now.
Censorship is a slippery slope, one that in our current day we really don't need. Don't let the government have more tools to erase you.
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Ahhhh knot the series was everything pitbabe was too WEAK to do. I’m glad. And in true omega fashion our main character is having a bad time. This is great. We gon have omega rights as a fan argument coming hehe
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I'm on the second episode of, "Love You Teacher" and I just keep shouting at the screen, "take him to the doctor!" He has a head injury and is switching back and forth between personalities. Take him to the doctor! At least give us a scene with a doctor who knows about the issue saying, "all we can do is wait" or something like that. Take him to the hospital. Oh my gosh!
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i support universal free healthcare for one simple reason: if you are diagnosed with a terminal illness you should quit your job. quitting your job is the correct response to terminal illness. but you can’t do that if your healthcare is tied to your job
listen if somebody knows that they will be dead in a years time, and you are forcing them to continue to come into work, that’s fucked up. terminally ill people should be able to quit their jobs and live their last few months to the fullest. i don’t get how that’s a controversial opinion
Yet another new study debunked the basis for the anti-trans sports bans. It was never about sports but for creating legal avenues for exclusion and abjection. This is one of the largest analyses ever conducted, involving 52 studies and 6,485 trans people. Read the study here.
