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genuinely wild to me when I go to someone's house and we watch TV or listen to music or something and there are ads. I haven't seen an ad in my home since 2005. what do you mean you haven't set up multiple layers of digital infrastructure to banish corporate messaging to oblivion before it manifests? listen, this is important. this is the 21st century version of carving sigils on the wall to deny entry to demons or wearing bells to ward off the Unseelie. come on give me your router admin password and I'll show you how to cast a protective spell of Get Thee Tae Fuck, Capital
Okay, here we go! I'm gonna try and put this in order from least to most technical knowledge required. I'm not responsible if you accidentally create SkyNet etc.
Level 1: browser extensions
This one is basically impossible to get wrong, or at least to get wrong badly enough that it causes any problems.
Get Firefox, or a Firefox fork like Waterfox. If you use a fork, make sure it's one that will let you use add-ons. On a PC, pretty much any Firefox fork will take add-ons, but on mobile devices, many don't. Iceraven is one that does.
Get the add-ons uBlock Origin, YouTube Sponsorblock (if you use YouTube), and FBCleaner (if you use Facebook).
uBlock Origin comes with a built-in list of filters to block ads and trackers, but you can add your own filters to block any specific element of a website you don't like. You know those goddamn floating frames on fandom.com sites that block half the screen? Now you can zap 'em.
Sponsorblock uses crowdsourced timestamps to automatically skip sponsor spots and self-promotion in YouTube videos. Never listen to anyone say "hit like and subscribe" or "Raid Shadow Legends" again.
FBCleaner hides all content from your feed except posts from people, groups, and pages you've actually chosen to follow.
Level 2: leaving enshittified services
The software that's become standard over the years in a lot of fields is steadily selling more of your data, showing you more ads, and pushing you to buy more expensive subscriptions. Time to tell them to get fucked.
Dump Adobe apps for Affinity or Krita. Drop Microsoft for LibreOffice. Change your default search engine from Google to DuckDuckGo or Qwant. Use OpenStreetMaps instead of Google or Apple Maps.
Level 3: network-level DNS fuckery
DNS, or Domain Name Service, is the thing that tells your computer where www.website.com is actually located. By hacking your network's DNS you can force it to tell your devices that ad-hosting domains don't exist at all. Some of the steps on this one can get pretty technical, but because you're doing all the difficult stuff on a dedicated device, you can't really fuck up anything that seriously.
Get yourself a Raspberry Pi (a cheap older one like a model 3B will work just fine for this purpose), and follow a guide like this one to get it set up running AdGuard Home. AdGuard, like uBlock, has built-in filter lists, but you can also add your own if there are specific domains you want to block.
Once it's up and running, you'll need to change the DNS settings on your router to point to your AdGuard service. This is different for every router but will always start with logging into the admin panel with a password printed on a little sticker somewhere on the router.
With that done, every time a device on your home network looks for ads.website.com, it'll get back a message that says "sorry, can't find it", so it won't be able to load any ads.
Level 4: Android-specific DNS fuckery
Because AdGuard runs on your home network, it can't block ads on your phone when you're away from home - and what's worse, your phone will sometimes remember the addresses it got when you were out and about, and ads will get past your AdGuard wall even when you're home.
To avoid this, get AdAway for DNS-based ad-blocking directly on your phone. The easy, but less seamless, way of using AdAway is the "local VPN mode", which doesn't require you to do any mucking about with your phone's operating system.
Level 5: automated media piracy
The best way to stop seeing ads on all your streaming services is to stop using streaming services. There are loads of ways to do this, but the best ones involve setting up what's called an "arr stack" (Google that for setup guides) along with nzbget and a usenet account. Most of the time you'll want to set this stuff up on a dedicated device - an old laptop gathering dust in the closet is a great option, or you can grab something used from a charity shop or a local electronics recycler.
The great thing about usenet is that unlike with torrents, you don't have to do any sharing from your computer, so you're in a lot less legal jeopardy - legally speaking, distributing pirated content is waaayyy more serious than accessing it. I pay about £3 a month for a secure, high-bandwidth usenet service.
Once you start getting your own collection of media on your own computer, use the open-source media library manager Jellyfin to browse and play things from basically any device.
Oh, and don't be a dick. Pirate all you want from big corporations, but please pay independent small-time creators for their work.
Level 6: fucking with Android
Android phones are a lot more locked-down than they used to be, but depending on the device you own you can still do a lot of messing around under the hood. Note that if you get something wrong while doing this, there is always the possibility that it will turn your device into a paperweight.
Before you buy a device, check where it sits on the Bootloader Unlock Wall of Shame. Once you've bought it, check the xda-developer forums for guides on how to unlock it and "root" it (gain admin access) with Magisk.
Once Magisk is installed, you can add modules to do all sorts of cool stuff, including using AdAway in "root mode" which makes it basically invisible.
You can also install YouTube ReVanced, which will do all the ad- and sponsor blocking stuff we took care of in your Windows browser a few paragraphs ago. Be careful: there are a lot of fake sites out there pretending they're associated with the ReVanced project which might be injecting malware into their downloads. This Reddit post has the official instructions and links.
Also, try out the modded version of Facebook from APKmoddone, which will block most of the same shit as the FBcleaner add-on from earlier. There's always a possibility that modified apps like this are doing something dodgy, but I've never had any issues with this one personally.
Level 7: fucking with Windows
This one is scary because it can seriously fuck up your shit if something goes wrong, but some really cool people have actually made it very simple to strip all the bloat, ads, and spyware out of Windows. The tool I use is ReviOS. Start reading at https://www.revi.cc/docs. Basically, you'll need to download a tool called AME Wizard and the ReviOS "playbook" that tells AME what to do. Read the documentation before you do any of this.
Level 8: switching to Linux
I'm not going to pretend this is an option for everyone. Half the software I use on a weekly basis isn't available on Linux. But if you can switch? Do it. These days, Ubuntu - one of the most popular flavours of Linux - is built with people switching from Windows in mind, and a lot of things will be pretty intuitive. It also has great documentation and a huge community you can go to for help if you're confused about stuff.
And that, friends, is a comprehensive approach to banishing the demons of capitalism from your home!
You don't even need a pihole for it anymore. You can throw "dns.adguard-dns.com" into your android phone under Network (or Connections) > Private DNS > Private DNS Provider Hostname in your Settings app. You can also set your router up to use it via the IPs:
94.140.14.14
94.140.14.15
Link to to source for that:
Create your ad-blocking DNS server that will protect your personal data, prevent tracking and allow you to control access to specific conten
That will depend on your router, just search "How to set up custom DNS for (router name & model)". You can usually find that info on a sticker on the router itself. The model name is often nonsense like CM1000.
For switching to Linux:
If you're worried about software not working, and the software isn't something with work-related requirements attached, you can usually find alternatives. Alternativeto.net is a good place to start with that.
AlternativeTo lets you find apps and software for Windows, Mac, Linux, iPhone, iPad, Android, Android Tablets, Web Apps, Online, Windows Tab
If you're a gamer, protondb.com will let you see how well your specific game runs on Linux. Ranks are from:
Borked - Does Not Work At All, or works so poorly that you cannot play the game at all
Bronze - Sort of works, but with glitches that don't exist on Windows that affect gameplay
Silver - Works, but requires tinkering, and has glitches that don't affect gameplay, or requires heavy tinkering to get running
Gold - Works, requires mild tinkering (usually just selecting another proton version from the drop down)
Platinum - Works out of the box
Native - Is made for Linux
Other common alternatives:
Spotify: I've heard good things about Tidal, but haven't personally used it (I use a cloud storage service and local files for music)
Google drive: Nextcloud. You can find free servers on their website
Google office: OnlyOffice has a desktop/mobile app, and most of the features
Gmail: Free providers aren't common, but disroot is one of them. They also offer quite a few services. Personally I use mailbox.org, but they do cost $36 a year minimum
Google search: Disroot has a searx instance, startpage.com exists, and you'd be surprised at how far you can get by setting your default search engine to Wikipedia. Marginalia's also good, but selective about what they index (mostly indieweb stuff)
I, admittedly, run almost everything through Emacs nowadays, so there may be better alternatives now.
(Directed generally) Also remember that in most cases the problems are Google, Apple, Facebook, Amazon, and Microsoft. If you find a small project that isn't perfect, remember that those five companies are probably worse in every way imaginable. Look for an alternative, but for the love of whatever you hold dear, Google is *not* a better alternative.
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Free service with ads: Well, if I'm not paying for it they have to foot the bill somehow.
Paid service with no ads: Well, if they're not funding it with ad revenue, they need to charge us something.
Paid service with ads: Well that's bullshit.
"We used to be a paid service without ads, but now we're putting ads in it! If you want the ad-free version you have to pay more for preeeeemium": Fuck you fuck you fuck you
mm just a quick thing bc i've been thinking a lot about something @saschapainintheass has been talking about on discord (and on here???)
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When Sanji opens his eyes, the first thing he notices isn’t the thick cloud of antiseptic surrounding him, or even the way the pain roars back to life under his breastbone. The first thing he notices, actually, is the smell of yuzu sharp enough to cut through the lingering haze of painkillers and the steady simmer of something that is unmistakably dashi. He clocks bonito and kombu before he’s even really found the names for them; the kind of quiet, foundational smell that means someone’s taken the time to do it right.
He sits up too fast and the world tilts, hard. Bandages pull tight across his ribs where the fight with a bunch of shitty, overzealous Marines had caught him by surprise three days ago – his own fault, he knows: he’d been too focused on keeping the polearm away from the kid in sight that he’d misjudged a Marine’s reach. The last thing he remembers is the grimy floor of the alleyway rushing up to meet him and Luffy’s voice cracking somewhere above, high and frightened in a way that makes something ugly twist in Sanji’s chest even now.
Three days.
He shoves the blanket off with clumsy hands and staggers out of the bunk like a man possessed, nearly tripping over his own feet in the process for how long it takes his head to right itself. Every step sends a throb through his side and the hallway feels longer than it should, the Merry’s familiar hush too loud in his oversensitive ears. He keeps one hand on the wall and refuses to think about how much he’s already leaning, or how the nausea’s rising thick and relentless at the back of his throat.
The galley door’s open, afternoon light slanted across the bench in deliberate gold bars, thick with dust motes that turn slow circles in the air. Knives sit in their block by size, cutting boards still stacked according to grain and the sink empty and dry. There's a pot steaming on the stove, the smell of it so clean and familiar that he pauses in the doorway, taking the moment to catch his breath and realign his expectations.
At the bench, with his sleeves rolled to the elbow, Zoro's proportioning sashimi with a frown. He’s got Sanji’s second best yanagiba in his hand (the one with the slight curve he likes) and is moving in long strokes until each slice of yellowtail comes away nearly translucent, almost glassy, the flesh catching the light like pearl. Zoro lays them in a little fan on a ceramic plate with a mound of grated daikon, pale and fine as new snow. He doesn’t look up.
“Looks like you survived,” he drawls, the same way he does first thing in the morning, usually, before the world can find something to pick on them for. “Sit before you fall on your face and undo Chopper’s hard work. You know Usopp hates it when he cries.”
Sanji’s mouth opens and closes, before he clears his throat. “What the fuck’re you doing?”
Zoro sets the knife down with a little click and wipes his hands on a tea towel, finally glancing over properly. The afternoon light turns the brown of his eyes briefly gold. “Thought you got stabbed, not blinded.”
“That’s not –” Sanji’s voice cracks so he clears his throat, tasting faint traces of blood and vomit, maybe. “That’s not what I meant, asshole. Just figured you’d all be boiling seawater or something.”
“They tried that already,” Zoro returns mildly. He turns back to the fish to start on the next fillet with the same unhurried precision, blade whispering through flesh. “Luffy wanted to eat the fish raw and whole, said the bones were extra crunch. Nami threatened to throw both of them overboard and take her chances.” There’s a tiny, almost invisible twitch at the corner of his mouth. “I took over after that.”
Sanji stares at him, the knot of it hitting him all at once, almost as heavy as the ache in his ribs. Three full days of meals for five growing, fighting, endlessly hungry pirates. He glances at the inventory slate hanging by the door, updated with neat tallies in Zoro’s awful handwriting – how many portions of rice are left and how much fish is remaining. THe numbers look precise and conservative, the kind of careful accounting that comes when you’ve learned the hard way what happens when you run out.
He lowers himself onto the nearest stool before his legs can just. Fold. The wood is warm from the sun and his ribs ache in deep, pulsing waves but his pride aches worse, somehow. “You never said you could cook.”
“I can feed people.” Zoro’s knife never stops. The yellowtail falls in even pieces, each one the same thickness as the last. “There’s a difference. Besides, what’d you think we did before we found you? Eat the mast?”
“I mean, I wouldn’t put it past Luffy. How’d you… guessing you didn’t grow up in a restaurant.”
Zoro snorts and then he’s quiet for a long moment, the only sound being the blade through flesh and the burble of the dashi on the stove. Steam rises in fragrant threads and the light shifts as the Merry rolls over a swell, gold sliding across Zoro’s forearms to catch on the scars that map the history of every fight he’s ever walked away from.
“Lived alone a long time before Luffy,” he says eventually, like he’s commenting on his clothes instead of the years that shaped him. “Learned real fast that if you want the fish to last, you don’t waste any of it.” He turns the fillet with careful fingers, finding the next angle. “Also learned rice’s cheap and filling and you can stretch it forever if you’re careful with the water.”
He plates the last of the yellowtail, setting the knife aside. There’s a pause, something quieter settling into his voice for a moment. “I can do clean cut.s Used to make it for myself a lot. Quiet. Focused. Kept my hands busy when everything else was… loud.”
Sanji watches him, catching on the way his shoulders stay loose even while talking about things that should be heavier, probably – what sounds like years alone and the kind of cold and hunger that teach a person how to survive on what they can catch and keep. The faint, almost fond way he looks at the plate of sashimi like it’s something private he’s let slip into the open without meaning to.
“And you never said anything?”
“Eh.” Zoro finally looks at him properly, eyes steady and unguarded. “You showed up. No point.”
Sanji’s throat feels tight, even as he glances around the galley again, tidy with the kind of deliberate order that comes from someone who’s had to be self sufficient for a long time and has maybe never quite stopped. Someone who also understands that a clean bench and a sharp knife and a correctly measured pot of rice can be their own kind of survival. Their own kind of quiet. “It’s good,” he says finally.
Zoro’s mouth twitches again, almost a smile this time, small and crooked and gone almost as soon as it appears. “Yeah, yeah, don’t get used to it.”
“Obviously.” But he stays sitting there while Zoro finishes plating the rest of the meal, watching the blunt competence make it look almost simple. His eyes keep wandering back to the way Zoro’s hands move, broad and scarred and capable of breaking a man’s jaw or slicing fish so thin the light shines through it. The afternoon unfolds around them as Zoro picks a spot in the sunbeam to peel daikon, all shoulder and elbow and wrist ad release, exact and measured, like a kata he’s run so many times the body no longer needs the mind for it.
“You should be horizontal,” he says after a minute. “Chopper’s going to have a heart attack when he finds you.”
“I’m horizontal enough.” Sanji’s own voice comes out rougher than he wants. “Besides. Someone has to make sure you don’t ruin my knives.”
Zoro snorts and finishes the last daikon, before grating it with the same unhurried focus. The sound is almost meditative, maybe: Sanji finds himself matching his breathing to it without thought. He watches the flex of tendon in Zoro’s wrists and the quiet strength in the way his fingers brace, and how everything about him looks settled, somehow. It’s different to that coiled readiness he carries on deck or on shore, and worlds away from the hard focus of sparring.
“You like this,” he says eventually, sure of it.
Zoro’s hands don’t pause. “S’useful.”
“That’s not what I said.”
There’s a longer silence, the grater still moving, and when Zoro finally answers his voice is quieter, almost thoughtful, like he’s turning the words over first. “Same motions. No surprises. You do the work and the work gets done.” He glances at the growing pile of grated daikon, then back to his hands. “Feels like training. Just… for something that doesn’t try to kill you after. Body remembers the pattern. Mind gets to shut up for a while. S’not like it’s difficult. Numbers don’t lie.”
Sanji hums, considering it against the way he’s seen Zoro move through motions in a brawl, or when he’s trying to deadlift the world and against the way he’s seen Zoro measure by eye and weight a hundred times, now.
He sets a pot of rice on the stove, lid tilted the way Sanji prefers so the steam can escape without making the grains gummy. Sanji pushes himself upright with a wince and limps close enough that the heat from the stove brushes his good side, and close enough to see the faint sheen of steam on Zoro’s collarbones where his shirt’s come loose. His hands look different, in this context. Less like weapons and more like proof of work done carefully, over and over, until the body’s learned how to be gentle as well as strong.
“Stop.” Sanji nods at the bottle. “Less, Moss. You’re making the tare for fish, right? If you put that much in now it’ll overpower the ginger. Do half first.”
Zoro glances at the bottle with a scowl but, without argument, he pours half of what he’d initially intended. The soy hit the small pot with a soft sound and Sanji watches as he tastes it, face scrunching up a little. The silence between them stretches until all Sanji can hear is the soft buzz of the stove’s flame and the distant hush of the Merry’s, and finally the quiet catch of Zoro’s breathing as he considers the flavour on his tongue. Then, he adds another careful splash and tastes it again, nodding like something’s settled into place behind his eyes somewhere Sanji’s can’t reach. “Makes sense.”
Sanji stares at him.
One of Zoro’s eyebrow hikes. “What?”
“Nothing.” Sanji leans against the bench, ribs protesting, and crosses his arms carefully. “Just didn’t expect you to actually listen.”
“You know more about this than I do.” He says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Pointless not to use it.”
Sanji feels something small and unexpected turn over in his chest. “Uh – hey, add a pinch of sugar, yeah? Soy and ginger can get aggressive on their own so little sugar makes them behave. Lets the fish taste like itself instead of like the sauce.”
Zoro shrugs and throws the sugar in, peering at the way it melts through. When he tastes it again his mouth soften. “Better.”
Sanji stays where he is, watching the unhurried rhythm of Zoro’s hands as he moves onto the next task, checking the rice with a fingertip and adjusting the flame by a fraction. Sanji had expected competence, sure. Survival skills, maybe. Functional meals that kept the crew from complaining, if he really had to think about it. He doesn’t know that he expected this in particular – the ease and the quiet interest and the way Zoro’s treating every small correction like it’s a simple fact of life to be absorbed and understood. He definitely wasn’t expecting softness in the set of his shoulders when the kitchen’s warm and the work’s simple and no-one needs him to be a swordsman for a little while.
Sanji shifts his weight, ignoring the pull in his side and bites his lip. “Try a drop of mirin next time you make that tare,” he says after a while, voice lower than before. “Just a drop. It’ll give it a little shine without adding more sweetness. Makes the fish look better on the plate.”
Zoro just nods, clearly filing the information away, and reaches for the knife, and Sanji, for once, doesn’t feel the need to take anything back.
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alright, interesting results. based on the feedback in tags, lets do another poll with a longer uptime. so, once more, with feeling...
if universal basic income (every adult gets a check from the government each month able to pay for livable rent, food, water, and electricity in their area) were implemented tomorrow, i would...
keep my current job
keep my current job but reduce how much i work
keep my current job but search for a new one
take a long vacation and then rejoin the work force
never work again (i just don't want to)
never work again (medical reasons)
keep job searching
stay unemployed (i just want to)
stay unemployed (medical reasons)
be able to work when i currently can't
nuance (elaborate in tags)
Remaining time: 6 days 6 hours
once again, feel free to elaborate even if you didnt select nuance, and reblog for a wider spread!
“And if you’ll give me 40% of the MOST POPULAR VOTE, I’ll give you my SPECIAL REWARD... A year’s supply of NON-GLOOBY SLIME!!! Never or BARELY used!!!” Tenna concluded his speech with a huge smile, jetting his hands up in double peace signs.
The crowd roared in confused enthusiasm as Tenna gave a gracious flurry of low-FPS bows, pausing only for the occasional stink-nose at his audience plants who weren’t throwing enough 3D roses.
Eventually, the room fell silent. It was Senshi’s turn to speak.
He puffed out his chest, took a long, sweeping look over the audience… and shook his head.
“I can see not all of you are eating properly.”
The crowd murmured with embarrassment.
“I don’t know who needs to hear this, but it’s time to take the turkey out of your icebox. I have seen the ingenious technology with which your people store food... and I have also seen the waste which results from such convenience.
“The food you take had a life. Beasts grew fat on the grass of the field, plants grew from the sun’s rays, and mushrooms grew from minerals in the cracks of caves. And yet, it sits in your iceboxes, collecting moisture until it perishes.
“Eat what is given to you. Because its life will make you stronger, too.”
Without another word, Senshi left his podium and stepped away from the stage. The crowd murmured in confusion. “Is he really like that?” somebody said. “I only remember reblogging the photosets of him tripping and showing ass.”
--
Back in the Green Room, Tenna wrung his antennas nervously.
“Y-y-you think they liked me!? They HAD to!! I mean, I don’t know what Asgore was thinking, getting that weird haircut and running that food waste campaign, but… YOU thought I did good, didn’t you, Kris?”
Laios nodded aggressively, a streak of blue face paint peeling from his forehead.
“You did AMAZING, Tenna! By the way, now that we’ve seen all your insider campaign secrets, do you have any more videos of Susie? Especially her tail... If I could get a look at that, I could finally tell if she’s a dinosaur or --”
THWACK. Fake antlers butted Laios’s head.
“LAIOS?? Weren’t we dressed up to help SENSHI???” Marcille hissed, gesturing awkwardly with her hooves.
Suddenly, Tenna turned to the two adventurers.
“Hey, WAIT a second. SOMETHING’s not right here...”
Laios and Marcille held their breath.
“Where the heck are my POINTS!?”
Just then, the door opened. Chilchuck took one step into the room, whistling and holding a large bag.
Everyone turned to him.
Chilchuck paused, took a step backwards, and closed the door.
“CHILCHUCK!!!” yelled Tenna.
“How come Chilchuck got to stay Chilchuck!?” yelled Marcille at the same time.
--
Meanwhile, in outer space somewhere, some guy was making out with a rock.
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