#RealTalk-Aint afraid to say the shit u wanna say

Anyone with a name that starts with a “Z”, ends with an “i”, and isn’t some kind of Italian pasta, IS SERIOUS

This show didn’t fuck around.

Here she is meeting 'Michael Duckson’.

That’s a great way to ruin your friendship.

Cuz they hit you up like 

“Hey, dude, go to my bro’s party with me this weekend.”

And you think it’s a lil weird, and you like “oh ion know man, that’s not really-”

But they like

“No, man, trust me. It’ll be fun.”

So, you go. 

You get to the lawn, and all you see is white folks, far as the eye can see.

So, now you standing on the sidewalk like

But your homie like

“What are we waiting for? Let’s go!”

So, yall go in. The music not that great, but they got bottles on bottles on bottles, so you cool. Yall ain’t even been there an hour, and you already kinda toasted.

And that’s when shit start going south.

So, you chillin on the couch with the only other black person there.

He seems cool enough. And that’s when it happens.

You just sitting there, shooting the shit, and you hear 

“You don’t even know what you’re talking about, nigga”

And everything stops.

So, you sitting there like

And buddy next to you keeps talking like nothing happened.

So you’re like “whoa, whoa. did you hear what she said?”

And he’s like “Who her?”

“–Yeah man she cool though. She the homie.”

“Anyway–”

So now, you just sitting there like

You mad as hell, but you don’t see your homie nowhere, and she your ride.

So, you like ‘lemme get up and find her, I gotta get out of here.’

You walk around for a few minutes, and then you catch her eye

And then, the music changes

“We’re gonna skate to one song and one song only. Ball so hard mfs wanna fine me”

So they all screaming and fist pumping and you just looking around like

And your friend across the room, drunk af, lookin at you like

“i’m so sorry”

Luckily, they all too busy in the mosh pit to rap along to Jay Z part

So, you sitting there like

Then Ye part come on and they like

“What’s gucci, my nigga?”

“Got my niggas in Paris!”

“These other niggas is lyin’”

So, you had enough.

You get to your friend like 

“Sober up, hoe, we goin’ home.”

So, now, you in the car with your newly ex homie like

She tryna apologize and shit.

“I’m just so sorry. I had no idea they–”

“Naw, just get me home, man.”

You get home and get to the front door like

“Never gon forgive that hoe for this.”

So , you see her at school the next day. She like

“Oh… Hey.”

You like

“Sup”

She like

“Omg, I tried to call you all night. I had no idea. That was not cool.”

And you flip like

“Bitch, you damn right that shit wasnt cool! Fuck you even have me in there for? These mfs in there sayin nigga this, nigga that. Knowin damn well the whole function looked like a mfn scantron w two of the fuckin bubbles filled in”

Now everybody in the hallway staring at you like

Now, you like

Tumblr’s at it again, thanks to the new European Privacy Laws. There’s probably nobody who will read this, but it pissed me off so much that I decided to make a post about it. (Ignore the weird language mish-mash, depending on your country the language might differ.)

OK, so many of us get this screen when we try to access our dash:

Realise how the ‘OK’ button is a nice, attention-grabbing blue? If you’re like me, you’re not exactly into reading a 100 pages document and tend to just click it.

My tip? DONT. Instead click on ‘Manage Options’ right next to it:

Now you’ll see this page:

Still pretty harmless, right? That ‘Accept’ button is looking really attractive right now. Instead, click on Verwalten (Probably something like ‘Manage Options’ or something in english) and you’ll get to this page:

Now that’s not too bad, right? I just switched all the buttons to ‘off’, because I’m jealously guarding my personal information and don’t want Tumblr to go off and do who knows what with it. Looks like we’re done! But wait: There’s a SHOW option.

When we click on that one, what we will get is this:

A HUGE list with OVER 300 ENTRIES of companies that can use your data by default if you’d just clicked ‘OK’ on that very first page. Coincidence that this list is hidden that much? Me thinks not. They’re all switched on by default, but I am still a petty bitch that doesn’t want to give out her data, so I switched them all off. All 300+ of them. There is no option to switch them all off at once, and even if you disable all the options above, the companies are still switched on.

On mobile you can switch every one of these off apart from the last one, which is covered up by the ‘done’ button. Funny how it’s the company that owns Tumblr.

Simply go to the settings, Privacy tab and check the ‘Cookie Consent’ option. (You can un-check ‘Improved search while you’re at it because fuck tumblr).

Clicking this will automatically redirect you to the page shown in the posts above.

DIRTY HACK TIME

If you’re on your desktop, you can disable sharing data with all of these companies using a little script (because who has the patience to click over 300 checkboxes, not me lol)

To do this click the manage options button, then this button to display all the companies, and then click both ‘show’ buttons so all switches are displayed.

Right-click somewhere ON THE PAGE (preferably a blank space) and pick ‘Inspect/Inspect element` from the context menu. Now, a sidebar should appear somewhere. It should have a tab called ‘console’.

Copy this text:

var inputs = document.getElementsByTagName(“input”); for(var i = 0; i < inputs.length; i++) {    if(inputs[i].type == “checkbox”) {        inputs[i].checked = false;    }   }

And paste it in the console input, and click enter. ALL switches should be disabled. Double-check before confirming.

How it should look in Mozilla Firefox

How it should look in Google Chrome