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knittingwithhighlighters · 4 months

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I *am* afraid of xylophones. It's the music you hear when skeletons are dancing.

Homer Simpson, The Simpsons, "Coming to Homerica"

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voretash · 6 months

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gortash insists that he and the dark urge are the only two people in the world who matter-- his will is above all others, and the dark urge is his only equal.

and i think an interesting thing to consider, given the choices you can make in the game, particularly on the resisting path, is a dark urge who learns to value other people because gortash valued them, but that value doesn't stop at gortash. maybe it's true for a while that gortash is the only person in the world who can understand the dark urge, but he planted the seed of personhood (in the face of a cult who wanted a weapon, and a society that doesn't want a bhaalspawn) in the dark urge, and when they awake on the nautiloid, it's that seed that remains and allows them to truly connect with their companions. people who they otherwise would have seen as bodies on the alter of their father.

gortash is frozen in time, stuck in a world where there are only two people, after he gave the dark urge the key to a much broader and brighter world. and for a while, he lives in a world where that only other person was snatched away, until they come back, and now they want things gortash implanted in them that he will probably never understand.

gortash never experienced even a sliver of the temptation off the path of alienation that the dark urge is implied to have been offered in some of their flashbacks, and there's something so desolate about the idea of a person who gave someone exactly what they needed until that person's needs outgrew him, because he cannot change in the manner that they were able to.

#and to be clear i dont believe anyone is Wholly Unable To Change but i think gortash is uninterested in it yanno #enver gortash #the dark urge #durgetash #bg3 #also this is totally how i view his relationship with my own durge amity #and the way they dance around this (still in lo-- obsession but now there are Other Emotions Intruding) is its own horrible mess <3

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alithetiredartist · 5 days

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The dramatic irony of everything happening with Jojo Siwa is so fucking hilarious

First she exploits a disabled child -not hilarious- repeats the cycle of abuse that she was subjected to on dance moms with her own show, allegedly cheats on her girlfriend, etc, etc. then she goes through her “switch” and goes through her 14 year old emo phase at 20.

Tell me why this kid has the audacity to sing a song called Karma.

She tries so hard. She’s trying so hard to make it seem like she’s making the most dramatic change of her generation, she’s completely changed, no more rainbow glitter dance moms now we have emo sparkle darkness revenge fairy. She wants people to think she wrote Karma. She talks about her writing process, and she says how brilliant she is for thinking it up, but she also says that it was pitched to her a few times so we can’t accuse her of lying.

I think on paper this plan was probably a great idea, a chance to break out of her reputation for bows and glitter, but the execution is nothing but a disappointment. I think instead of going emo and taking inspiration from things she doesn't understand and being genuine, the switch honestly could've been welcomed with open arms but she's not genuine and she doesn't want to make a natural switch. She wants to be risky because she thinks it'll make her look cool or someone higher up decided for her and she went along with it because that's what'd make more money or maybe her mom made her.

Once it came out that Jojo didn't only not write the song herself, she wasn't even the first one to record it, that's when the irony of the situation kicks in. I know absolutely nothing about Brit Smith but she's and icon and I love her with my whole heart.

Brit Smith releasing her version of Karma and it doing better than Jojos is my favorite form of dramatic irony because of course this all happened to a song named Karma.

#I honestly do feel bad for Jojo to an extent because of what happened on Dance Moms but everything that's happening is happening #because instead of going to therapy or doing something else to heal she decided to repeat the cycle #her mom reminds me a bit of the Kardashian mom I forgot her name tbh #but I don't think that Jojo herself came up with the transformation #she might've but it seems more likely to me that she was told to do this #I also see her get a lot of completely justified hate toward her for being friends with groomers like James Charles but I think to an extent #she doesn't really get that part because she is still a kid I mean she's only like twenty and when you were raised up around groomers #chances are they do what they do best and groom you #it's not the best excuse because if she came out of her bubble for ten seconds she could see why it was bad but still #idk #karma #jojo siwa #brit smith #karmas a bitch #also i'm staying dramatic irony because I wnst it be clear i'M tla lo ng about the writing technique and not #and not sarcasm irony #god how is the world real #karmas a bitch I should've known better #if i had a wish i would’ve never effed around

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feral-and-or-horny · 1 year

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Well, I had to deal with my shift manager's bitchy power trip at closing tonight, so I'm getting high, putting on cozy pajamas, and I'm probably gonna maaturbate

#she was complaining about how lo g it took to close up #and it did take a while #but it was becauase a big group pf teenagers from the dance studio next door swarmed us half an hour to closing #and then my manager just stood there and watched while i hurried to finish dishes #and throw our trash in the back of my car to take ti the dumpster #SHE DIDN'T EVEN HELP WITH THAT PART #SHE STOOD THERE AND JUST WATCHED #AND WE GOT RESTOCKED TODAY SO THERE WAS A SHIT TON OF CARDBOARD TO TAKE OUT #just!!!! what the fuck?????#WE BOTH WANT TO LEAVE #AND WE LEAVE FASTER IF WE'RE *BOTH* DOING TASKS #fuckin bitch #my post

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looniigruni · 1 year

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Quackity pics from today’s stream

#quackity #birthday #quackity birthday #dia de los inocentes #he is the man ever fr #its so cute how he danced with Phil and Tina #also I would've done the same with the cake Phil

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sunflower-butch · 2 years

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Love how I turned on the SSMH au playlist to write SSMH au angst and immediately got fucking Careless Whispered

#sapphic senate monster hunter au #the George Michael effect #how am I supposed to write angst to this #okay actually #he’s never gonna dance again #and that do be kinda sad #this song actually is pretty angsty #I can work with this #mind: changed #hotel: trivago #lo rambles

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tabileaks · 12 days

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Baisakhi 2024: A Celebration of Joy, Gratitude, and Community | Tabi in Punjabi

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reanimatedgh0ul · 2 months

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since dia de los muertos got mentioned on the tl yesterday bc of that dp post i rb i highly recommend listening to this podcast ep to learn more abt the history of how dia de los muertos and how it's actually been thoroughly bastardized in our modern day both in the u.s. and mexico and has strayed far away from the indigenous communities it originated from

#i learned alot from this ep and it was interesting/important to hear both a queer zapoteca educator and an indigenous scholar talk abt this #from their perspective as indigenous ppl #it was wild finding out that dia de los muertos was brought to u.s. not thru mexican immigrants #but thru an italian american catholic nun in LA who ran the self help graphics which consisted of mostly chicanos #after introducing to film abt dia de los muertos that's where they got the idea to send those artists to oaxaca #to see how the ppl there celebrated it and the aesthetic of it and bring back to u.s.#the speakers mention that while this might have likely been way for these artists to reconnect bc they have roots in mexico #they didn't necessarily have connections to the communities they were observing and ended up ultimately stealing from #bc regardless of intent this is still a form of cultural appropriation #and it's honestly a symptom of a larger issue w/n the community when it comes both the diaspora and ppl living in mexico #bc of this prevailing notion that we are all mestizo and/or indigenous when that's not true #it's ultimately a mindset that actively harms actual indigenous ppl living in mexico who are still actively having their cultures be stolen #and/or erased and fighting for their rights and recognition from the country at large #even if some mexicans have indigenous ancestry they're still not culturally indigenous #that matters bc mexico has and still continues to adopt aspects of indigenous cultures but exclude indigenous ppl #it's the commodification of indigeneity basically #so when it naturally spread to different parts of u.s and they started introducing aztec dancing to it #(which i can only assume was bc dia de los muertos can traced back to the aztecs and maybe that's why it got added #but even then just bc ur mexican don't mean u have connection to the aztecs again going back to the 'we are all indigenous' myth)#this eventually leads to the face painting and ppl dressing up like calaveras and catrinas that you now see today #and one of the ppl hosting this ep mentioned how when it came to the face painting while it is a thing in mexico nowadays #this wasn't a thing according to where this person grew up in mexico #mexico obviously adopted bc it's just as capitalist as the states and will profit off indigenous cultures/the aesthetics of it #so when it look how commercialized the celebration in the u.s. w party city selling catrina costumes #stores like michaels and target selling decorations #hell disney making coco the fact they wanted to trademark dia de los muertos and when researching for the film #profited of the real life stories of oaxacans who were never compensated btw #like when you take in the full picture it's no longer a surprise of how we got here #robi rambles

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wearemusicperformers · 4 months

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anonymouslove · 4 months

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I cant b3 bl>shing this hard o<3r a silly littl3 bit abo>t a frog 3mpir3

#th3 lo<3rs l3tt3r #'and I sp3nd th3 night dancing in yo>r arms' oh how I wish I co>ld sp3nd th3 night in yo>r arms #with yo>r coat sn>ggl3d aro>nd m3 and yo>r arms holding min3 whil3 w3 sit tog3ht3r and bath3 in 3ach oth3rs company.#oh gog how I d3sp3rat3ly wish for a world wh3r3 w3'r3 both in it. a spac3 wh3r3 w3 can m33t and j>st hold 3ach oth3r.#a f>t>r3 for >s to b3 tog3th3r. and I don't ha<3 to cloak my f33lings in a m3taphor #wh3r3 I don't ha<3 to worry abo>t p3opl3 h>rting m3 to g3t to th3m

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sviancontrast · 8 months

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Me puse a escribir y, claro, para concentrarme, me puse mi música de fondo. Mi música pasa por más de 80 géneros y varios idiomas y sin siquiera ponerlo en aleatorio ya tiene poco sentido, así que lo dejé así, sin la reproducción aleatoria activada.

Me puse a escribir y, ¿adivina qué? Me tuve que poner a bailar porque era imposible resistirse.

En fin, más corre el galgo que el mastín, problemas de escribir. Cuando te vas a poner, la música te ordena bailar y dejar de lado todo.

I got to writing and, of course, in order to concentrate, I played some background music. My music includes songs from over 80 different genres and several languages and even without playing it on random it already makes no sense, so I left it like that, without activating the random option.

I got to writing and, guess what? I had to start dancing because it was impossible to resist.

But welp, writing struggles. When you're gonna get to it, the music tells you to dance and leave everything else aside.

#writeblr #writers #writer suffering #writing struggles #fuera jodas solo quería bailar incluso si no sé #now seriously I just wanted to dance even if I don't know how to #lo tachado es un dicho jeje :)#the crossed out text in the Spanish part is an idiom heheh :)#writing stuff #misc #progreso del libro

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karmaalwayswins · 10 months

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Alexandria, Virginia June 16-19, 2023

1. Capital Congress 2023.

2. City Hall and Market Square.

3. Torpedo Factory Art Center.

4. Kubideh Kabab, Lamb Kabab, and Chickpeas. Kabab Palace.

5. Rigatoni Alla Vodka and Red Sangria. Virtue Feed and Grain.

6. Los Hacheros perform at Capital Congress 2023.

Photo Credit: karmaalwayswins

#capital congress #torpedo factory art center #los hacheros #salsa dancing #salsa congress #old town alexandria #dc salsa congress #alexandria #virginia #kabab palace #virtue feed and grain #not sure how to tag my own posts at this point

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wyvernest · 10 months

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hammock by the sea

pairing - miguel o'hara x wife!f!reader

warnings - fluff, established relationship, suggestive

summary - you and miguel enjoy a sunny july afternoon on your honeymoon in a hammock

translations: lo sé - i know / así me gusta - that's how i like it

part 2! part3!

The air is hot, but fresh with a salty sea breeze. The waves roll rhythmically against the white shores, echoing through the gardens of the resort you're spending your honeymoon at.

Everything is so quiet, so serene, and incontestably intimate.

The hammock hangs low between two palms, heavy with your weight added on top of his. Miguel sits cosily in the linen cocoon, arms hanging out on each side. You're seated on his lap, straddling him. Sunlight grazes his features in interrupted stripes, filtered through the sharp palm leaves.

His eyes are closed, eyebrows relaxed. Your gaze lingers over his sculpted face, the shape of his eyes, his cheekbones, the line of his nose and his soft lips; then up to his dark hair, sun-kissed dark silk.

You're startled when you feel his hand take ahold of your wrist gently, pulling you with a little force into his embrace. Eyes still closed, he's silently asking you to lay back on top of him, to let him capture you back into his arms.

You remain straight for the single purpose of looking at him for a little longer. It's not often that you see him so relaxed, so defenceless and vulnerable. Your attention follows his jaw, adorned with the remnants of what used to be a stubble; then the line of his neck, and you hold back a primal impulse to bend down and start kissing it, just to hear him giggle lowly before groaning in need.

Your hands follow your vision, flowing down his broad shoulders, and over his strong pecs, reaching the firm muscles of his torso. You feel him tense up, flexing his abdomen under your touch and puffing out a giggled breath.

"You don't have to do that to impress me, you know." you keep your hands on his abdomen, struggling to mask the loving and lustful awe in your eyes.

"Lo sé. I just love to see you all red in the face." He smirks at you, pearl-white fangs peeking from the smile, opening his eyes enough just to witness the sight before him. You hadn't realised you were getting so flustered. Maybe it's the heat outside.

Or maybe it's just him, looking like a greek sculpture, completely enamoured by you and at your disposal. All sleepy, messy hair and smile teasing.

You cave in, laying yourself on top of him, head on his chest, hiding the blush in your cheeks. His arms encompass your body, holding you against him. You feel one of his legs drop out of the hammock, slowly swaying you both into a lulling cradle.

You snuggle into him, pressing your face closer to hear his heartbeat. With a deep sigh, you melt into him. He brings a hand to your hair, laying soft caresses over the expanse of your back.

But you don't want to fall asleep just yet. There's only so many things you could do. Getting up, you come face to face with him, starting to kiss him all over his face. He smiles, eyes still closed. You kiss him on his forehead, on his temples, all over his cheeks, and when you get close enough to the corner of his mouth, he catches you and deepens the kiss. His lips are soft and tender against yours, tongues dancing in tandem as you make out under the July sun.

His hands arrive at your sides, grasping at your waist before starting to tickle violently. You break away from the kiss, erupting in uncontrolled laughter. He doesn't stop. He keeps tickling until you're backing up on the opposite end of the hammock, seeking shelter from the attack.

He takes the chance and gets up from his place, repositioning himself so that he's laying on you, face up. The hammock swings abruptly from side to side and you nearly fall out of it. You scream and laugh but he doesn't stop until he's seated comfortably, head on your chest.

"There we go." He sighs, placing a quick peck on your breast, making you even more flustered, before once again shutting his eyes.

"You could've told me you wanted to switch."

"Wouldn't have been as fun."

You tangle your fingers in his hair, massaging lightly.

"Ah, así me gusta" he moans and relaxes further into your embrace.

"You're so handsome." you mumble to yourself, gazing at him with all the love you could bestow upon someone.

He opens his eyes instantly, staring at you like you just told him the craziest thing he could've heard.

"Mi vida", he pauses, weighing his words for half a second, "coming from an angel like you, it means a lot."

You smile, knowing he means it. He's not the type to throw in compliments and sweet talk just for the sake of it, and you love him for that.

Your attention is suddenly intercepted by the sight of the fruit bowl you brought with you, next to the hammock. You pick it up and start with a strawberry. He looks up at you, eyes pleading silently. Raising your eyebrows smugly, you feed him a tangerine slice.

You analyse the picture before you, wishing you could freeze it in time. Miguel, comfortably seated on top of you, head on your soft chest, looking up at you like he's nothing less than a god and you're his paradisiacal muse, feeding him fruits.

However, the air suddenly shifts as your eyes river down his frame, and over to the hardening outline of his bulge, curved against his shorts. Your gaze returns to his, recognizing the familiar want beneath the relaxed façade.

"Let's take care of that, love", you suggest, pointing in the direction of your room with your eyes.

He doesn't waste a second before he stands up and scoops you from the hammock, hoisting you over his shoulder and giving your exposed ass a playful smack.

a/n - i'll make a part 2 if anyone is interested:)

EDIT: part 2

#miguel o'hara x reader one shot #miguel o'hara imagine #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel ohara x reader #spider man 2099 #miguel o'hara #miguel o hara #miguel ohara #miguel o’hara x reader #atsv miguel #miguel x you #miguel spiderverse #miguel spiderman #spiderman 2099 #miguel o'hara fluff

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chosocutegf · 1 month

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husband!Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader

cw: smut

husband!Miguel who rents a whole private beach and a beachfront villa just for you two to finally have your well deserved vacation. He makes sure you have all the comforts you might need, and that the whole thing matches your tastes.

husband!Miguel who doesn’t even give you the time to put down your luggages that he immediately picks you up and takes you to first flat surface so he can make love to you. He is so pent up from work that he can’t help the desire surging through his veins, especially when he sees you in that little sundress.

husband!Miguel who goes around wearing short sleeved shirts and shorts. Most of the times he doesn’t even button up his shirts, letting you see his toned abs under it, and the happy trail that disappears in his pants. He enjoys catching you staring at him and making you blush.

husband!Miguel who made sure to buy you all sort of bikinis before leaving so that he could admire you with them on. However, he wasn’t really expecting his cock to be hard all the time at the sight of the little straps clinging to your body, the material barely covering your nipples and cunt, leaving the rest of your skin exposed to his hungry eyes.

husband!Miguel who sulks and follows you around like a puppy when you forbid him to touch you, because for the first days you didn’t even had the time to step on the beach that he was already pouncing on you.

“Por favor, mi amor,” (please, my love) he murmurs, wrapping his arms around your middle from behind and brushing his nose against your neck before leaving a kiss there. You ignore him as you continue to apply sunscreen on your arms, “Lo siento, cariño, but you look so good in your bikinis… you can’t blame a husband who is madly in love with his wife, can you?” (i’m sorry, sweetheart..)

husband!Miguel who is quick to scoop you up in his arms the moment you give up, slap your ass and fuck you nice and slow. He just loves you so much and you make him feel like a horny teenager every time he sees you walking around in those flimsy clothes.

husband!Miguel who takes you snorkeling because he wants to see the beauty of the ocean with you. And he makes it difficult for you when he comes out wearing one of those tight black dry suits, accentuating every muscle of his body and making his broad shoulders and tiny waist stand out more. You gasp when he turns around and you see how good his butt looks in it.

husband!Miguel who holds your hand, everywhere and anywhere. He wants to feel you close, especially when you two go around to explore the local markets, or attend traditional dance performances. If he doesn’t have a hand holding yours, he has an arm wrapped around your shoulders or waist, but rest assured that he is always touching you.

husband!Miguel who wants to take walks on the shore with you, holding you close. He likes them even more when the sun is down, the stars and moon are shining over your heads, and you two talk softly to each other. Those are the moments when Miguel is most vulnerable with you. He loves to see how the moonlight shines over your features, making you look like a goddess and he can’t help but wonder how he got so lucky to have found you.

husband!Miguel that one day decides to rent a boat to take you around. The sun shone on his tanned skin, making him look like a greek god. He was wearing his sunglasses, his wet hair were slicked back as he stood there, driving and looking sexy. You couldn’t help but snap a few pictures of him looking like that.

husband!Miguel who on the other hand, had difficulty looking away from you lying on the bow of the boat. Your wet skin glistening under the sun, and your little bikini doing nothing to cover your plump curves. He could see your perked nipples poking under the thin material, and it was making his cock throb in his swimsuit.

“Okay, now jump,” Miguel tells you, looking at you with a little grin while you stand at the edge of the boat, looking down at the clear waters. You glance back at him with a pout before resting your hands on your hips, “no, you go first,” you mumble.

Miguel’s rich and low laugh rings in your ears before you feel the boat slightly swaying to one side and the other as he approaches you. He brought the two of you in the middle of ocean, away from the shore, and as you looked down at the deep waters, you couldn’t help being a little nervous. “Vale, mamí,” (all right) he says, kissing your forehead and swatting your ass before jumping with his arms straight over his head.

You cringe as the boat sways and you observe Miguel resurfacing above the waters. He shakes the water from his hair, before looking up at you with a grin, “c’mon, cariño, you can do it”. Soon after, you find yourself gripping him tightly in the waters, looking at him and chuckling as he stays afloat and holds you above him.

husband!Miguel who buys you as many piña colada as you want when you go to a local bar. He makes sure to hold you close to him while you dance around him, drink in hand, and smiling widely. He is fascinated by you until you decide to grind your ass against his middle, your short dress really making it hard for him to resist you. When he can’t hold back anymore, he takes you back to the villa and makes sure to fuck the brattiness out of you.

husband!Miguel who wakes up one day and you aren’t in bed. He can’t help the panic that surges in him, and he is quick to stand up to search around the house while calling out your name. However, his nerves immediately relax when he looks out the wide window facing the beach and he sees you sunbathing at the shore.

He makes his way out of the villa, his eyes widening when he sees you sunbathing. Naked. The waves gently hit your body, making you look like an ocean nymph. He groans and reaches down to adjust his cock in his boxers, feeling himself already getting hard. “Mamí,” he calls you, stopping when he is close enough to let his eyes roam down your body, “¿Que haces?” (what are you doing?). You pry your eyes open under your sunglasses, smiling when you see your husband towering over you, “sunbathing,” you tell him.

He kneels down next to you, his finger tracing down your stomach and making you shiver while his gaze is fixed on your perky nipples, “you had me worried when I didn’t see you in bed…,” he murmurs, and you notice how his voice deepens and his eyes look down your body, “sorry, Mig, didn’t want to”.

He clicks his tongue and doesn’t say anything as he pries your legs open, swearing under his breath when he sees your glistening cunt, and positions himself between your legs. He is quick to dive in your pretty pussy, not caring about the waves hitting his back. He stays there until he is sure you’re properly satisfied.

husband!Miguel who starts to hide your bikinis from that moment on. If you have to swim, you’ll do it naked, so that he can catch a glimpse of your little cunt when you dive in the ocean. He will start to swim naked too after you complain that you don’t want to be the only one naked.

husband!Miguel who loves to make you angry when you are laying down on a towel, and he crawls on top of you, water dripping down his body and hair, wetting you. You scream at him and try to push him away but he is stronger and starts to pepper kisses all over your face, pressing his body down against yours. Then he makes love to you because he can’t hold back when his wife is laying under him so prettily.

I love Miguel so much, IT HURTS

probably gonna write more about this, let me know your thoughts (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

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sekhithefops · 2 months

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How to Kill Microsoft's AI "Helper" Copilot WITHOUT Screwing With Your Registry!

Hey guys, so as I'm sure a lot of us are aware, Microsoft pulled some dickery recently and forced some Abominable Intelligence onto our devices in the form of its "helper" program, Copilot. Something none of us wanted or asked for but Microsoft is gonna do anyways because I'm pretty sure someone there gets off on this.

Unfortunately, Microsoft offered no ways to opt out of the little bastard or turn it off (unless you're in the EU where EU Privacy Laws force them to do so.) For those of us in the United Corporations of America, we're stuck... or are we?

Today while perusing Bluesky, one of the many Twitter-likes that appeared after Musk began burning Twitter to the ground so he could dance in the ashes, I came across this post from a gentleman called Nash:

Intrigued, I decided to give this a go, and lo and behold it worked exactly as described!

We can't remove Copilot, Microsoft made sure that was riveted and soldered into place... but we can cripple it!

Simply put, Microsoft Edge. Normally Windows will prevent you from uninstalling Edge using the Add/Remove Programs function saying that it needs Edge to operate properly (it doesn't, its lying) but Geek Uninstaller overrules that and rips the sucker out regardless of what it says!

I uninstalled Edge using it, rebooted my PC, and lo and behold Copilot was sitting in the corner with blank eyes and drool running down it's cheeks, still there but dead to the world!

Now do bear in mind this will have a little knock on effect. Widgets also rely on Edge, so those will stop functioning as well.

Before:

After:

But I can still check the news and weather using an internet browser so its a small price to pay to be rid of Microsoft's spyware-masquerading-as-a-helper Copilot.

But yes, this is the link for Geek Uninstaller:

Run it, select "Force Uninstall" For anything that says "Edge," reboot your PC, and enjoy having a copy of Windows without Microsoft's intrusive trash! :D

UPDATE: I saw this on someone's tags and I felt I should say this as I work remotely too. If you have a computer you use for work, absolutely 100% make sure you consult with your management and/or your IT team BEFORE you do this. If they say don't do it, there's likely a reason.

#copilot #microsoft copilot #how to remove copilot #computer safety #fuck AI everything

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sunflower-butch · 2 years

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Okay okay okay one more yearning post and THEN I’ll go—

Me and who? 🥺

#I want to learn how to dance #like swing or Western or whatever #and we can dance in the kitchen or the living room #or go to local ballrooms and just dance together #yeah no I have no dignity left #yearning hours #lo rambles

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