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errorid-mt7lt7k7unfr9ttfua5 · 5 months

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me when companies try to force you to use their proprietary software

anyway

Layperson resources:

firefox is an open source browser by Mozilla that makes privacy and software independence much easier. it is very easy to transfer all your chrome data to Firefox

ublock origin is The highest quality adblock atm. it is a free browser extension, and though last i checked it is available on Chrome google is trying very hard to crack down on its use

Thunderbird mail is an open source email client also by mozilla and shares many of the same advantages as firefox (it has some other cool features as well)

libreOffice is an open source office suite similar to microsoft office or Google Suite, simple enough

Risky:

VPNs (virtual private networks) essentially do a number of things, but most commonly they are used to prevent people from tracking your IP address. i would suggest doing more research. i use proton vpn, as it has a decent free version, and the paid version is powerful

note: some applications, websites, and other entities do not tolerate the use of VPNs. you may not be able to access certain secure sites while using a VPN, and logging into your personal account with some services while using a vpn *may* get you PERMANENTLY BLACKLISTED from the service on that account, ymmv

IF YOU HAVE A DECENT VPN, ANTIVIRUS, AND ADBLOCK, you can start learning about piracy, though i will not be providing any resources, as Loose Lips Sink Ships. if you want to be very safe, start with streaming sites and never download any files, though you Can learn how to discern between safe, unsafe, and risky content.

note: DO NOT SHARE LINKS TO OR NAMES OF PIRACY SITES IN PUBLIC PLACES, ESPECIALLY SOCAL MEDIA

the only time you should share these things are either in person or in (preferably peer-to-peer encrypted) PRIVATE messages

when pirated media becomes well-known and circulated on the wider, public internet, it gets taken down, because it is illegal to distribute pirated media and software

if you need an antivirus i like bitdefender. it has a free version, and is very good, though if youre using windows, windows defender is also very good and it comes with the OS

Advanced:

linux is great if you REALLY know what you're doing. you have to know a decent amount of computer science and be comfortable using the Terminal/Command Prompt to get/use linux. "Linux" refers to a large array of related open source Operating Systems. do research and pick one that suits your needs. im still experimenting with various dispos, but im leaning towards either Ubuntu Cinnamon or Debian.

#capitalism #open source #firefox #thunderbird #mozilla #ublock origin #libreoffice #vpn #antivirus #piracy #linux

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edorazzi · 1 year

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It’s Tintin Day again! 💖

I’ve been watching Thunderbirds (original and reboot!) lately and I’m just obsessed with the whole thing, so here’s a fake book cover with both my beloved Tintins! 🚀🔎

#the adventures of tintin #tintin #thunderbirds #tin tin kyrano #snowy #thunderbirds are go #i love the original series; of course some parts aged poorly but that just makes it even more relevant to tintin #there's a certain era of tintin we just don't talk about and that's universally agreed #but i'm like.... obsessed with the 2015 reboot just for the character designs and family banter #it's so much better than it has any right to be tbh. and have you SEEN what they did with john. help me :'0 #i'm trying so hard not to pester my friends about it but my only other outlet is drawing the team a hundred times so :///#and i like kayo but i wish we got her AND tin tin. they coulda been girlfriendsssss :/#anyway tell me your fave tracy boy in the notes please and thank you

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avengedbiologist · 12 days

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Happy Gerry Anderson day!

Glad I could finally get this idea done (it's been in my head for 2 years now how awful), thought I should actually do sommat for GA day (mainly cause I've been so focused on other stuff it's nice to go back to it) but also not to be a sop but without GA and the shows created I would not have many friends at all, I've met so many people via these shows (mainly tbirds obvs) and I'm so glad for it! So love y'all and enjoy Ur day!

#no kapril post today fellas #this the focus #originally this was gonna have shows up to secret service but i couldnt work out how to put em together #gerry Anderson day #gerry anderson #four feather falls #supercar #fireball xl5 #stingray #thunderbirds

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williammarksommer · 6 months

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Thunderbird Motel

Lost Highway series

Hasselblad 500c/m

Kodak Ektar 100iso

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misterlemonztenth · 3 months

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01-19-24 | 1955 Ford Porthole Thunderbird, the model that created a brand. misterlemonztenth.tumblr.com/archive

#misterlemonztenth #original post #pink #vintage car #1950s #thunderbird

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unpretty · 4 months

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mom wants to know if any of "my readers" have suggestions on good scanner software

she got a scanner but doesn't like the software because it doesn't let her swap filetypes or change the default filenames

#original #it's spitting out pdfs when she wants jpegs #it can be janky #she didn't say that but she uses thunderbird to follow rss feeds so

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gumnut-logic · 2 months

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Perhaps she should have clued in the very first day when he turned up with his arm in a sling, but to be honest, she was too worried about her own struggle to get there that morning, and her only concern was the expression on the lecturer’s face when she barrelled in ten minutes late.

She needed this certificate to keep her job and while she was good at what she did, she was a lousy student.

She didn’t know why education was such a hassle for her. She wasn’t dumb, she learnt fast, she just seemed to have this inability to pay attention. Often, she would spend her nights catching up on lectures that went in one ear and out the other.

It was frustrating.

But she had to attend, so attend she did.

The fact the guy she was sitting next to had a sling on his arm was the least of her worries.

Fortunately, the lecturer didn’t comment and she managed to keep quiet for the rest of the session and gain no further attention.

So perhaps it came down to the stairs and her own two left feet that finally introduced her to Virgil Tracy.

She had her bag, her tablet, her stylus and her fuzzy little Spud – a tiny fluffy toy she had a habit of propping up on her desk to use as a focus point. Four things, two hands and the coordination of a drunk giraffe. It was inevitable she would try to kill her self when she dropped Spud, tried to retrieve him and then tripped over her own feet.

She had a split second of ‘wow, those stairs are gonna hurt’ as they loomed at her, and then there was this massive bicep, warm breath against her ear and the sound of her tablet bouncing down the steps without her.

There was a moment of silence as the entire room froze. She was gently pulled back until she could get her feet under her.

The bicep flexed as she was moved.

“Uh…”

“Are you okay?” It was a deep rumble across her back as the room started moving again, students muttering as they hurried for the door.

She blinked. “Uh, yeah.”

The arm let her go and she stumbled just a little. A hand grabbed her as if afraid she would go over again. “You’re sure?”

She finally turned to find a dark-haired man, about her age, frowning at her with kind and concerned eyes. “Sorry I was a little rough. Had to compensate.” He gestured with his right arm which was wrapped in a sling. A green sling with the number two scrawled on it in one corner.

His frowned deepened and he stared at her as if he was assessing something. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

She straightened and mentally shook herself. “Yes, yes, I’m fine.” Another blink and she realised he was slightly shorter than she was. Not that that was anything new. Her height tended to be the bane of her existence. So much further to fall. She attempted a smile. “Thank you, um…” She’d missed introductions being late.

“Oh, I’m Virgil.” He held out a hand.

Still a little slow on the uptake, she reached out and took it. His massive hand. A little rough, but warm.

Warm.

He was eyeing her again. “Um, yes, I’m Ellie.” The drunk giraffe.

His smile was as warm as his hands. “Nice to meet you, Ellie. Do you need a hand?” He gestured to her bag and the books that had fallen from it. To her horror, one of her bodice ripper romance fantasies was on the top of the pile. The half-naked and very male model on the front cover was staring up at them with obvious thoughts on his mind.

She crouched down and threw all the books back into her backpack, dreading whatever judgment he might be thinking. She grabbed at her dropped stylus and Spud got shoved face first into one of the side pockets.

She frowned at the sudden lack of her tablet only to remember the sound of it tumbling down the stairs.

“I think this is beyond repair. I’m sorry.” And there he was again, crouching down with a hand full of the remains of her tablet. When had he moved?

God, she was a ditz today.

Though she almost cried when his hand revealed the smashed screen and the innards which were now in pieces on the outside.

Well, there went her notes and another pile of money she didn’t really have.

She reached out and took the carcass gently. “Thank you.”

“Did you back up to the cloud?”

A sigh. “Couldn’t afford the subscription.” She slid the broken electronics into her bag with the rest of her stuff. “It will be okay.”

He was frowning at her again. “Did you want a copy of my notes?”

She stared at him. “That’s very kind of you.”

He pulled out his tablet from inside his sling. “Not a problem. Email?”

A blink and she muttered off letters and numbers a little dazed.

“Done. You’ve got network access at home?”

She nodded a little numbly.

“Are you sure you are alright? You seem a little fuzzy.”

She stood up and he followed. “I’m fine.” A sigh. “It’s just been one of those days.”

“Well, satisfy my concerns and walk down the stairs slowly. I have no wish to pick you off the lecture room floor at the bottom. Today is my day off.” He said it with a gentle smile enough to soften his words.

Fine. Perhaps her stubborn streak distracted her from asking about his profession, but then this was a nursing certification course. Most participants were nurses and a nurses’ day off was something to be cherished indeed.

So instead, she grabbed her bag and slipped from between the rows of chairs and made her way down the stairs, still the giraffe, but definitely less drunken.

He followed and gave her a smile at the bottom. His fingertips brushed her arm. “Keep safe. See you next time.” And he was out the door and gone.

She stared at the spot where he had been and then back up the rows of chairs to where she had been sitting.

A flash of warm brown eyes.

“Ms Tyler, I hope today’s tardiness won’t be repeated?”

She bit her tongue and turned to face the lecturer. An old battle-axe she had had before and had never liked. “I’m sorry and no, it won’t.”

“Good.”

But Ellie wasn’t paying any attention.

She had better things to think about.

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#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #virgil tracy #nuttyfic reblog #original character #outsider pov

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fortunaestalta · 3 months

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#artists on tumblr #wildlife #thunderbird #desert #ai generated #Originally from photo from airplane #NewMexico desert and rock formations

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mrmustachious · 2 months

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happy birthday to the bbygirl <3

#thunderbirds #thunderbirds are go #gordon tracy #originally made this to stick in my phone case lol #happy birthday gordy!! <3 #mine

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edutainer2022 · 15 days

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UNREQUITED Ch 7

Co-written with @janetm74

Ch 6

AO3 (1-7)

This installment found a place in the tapestry of a vaster story, thanks to the amazing insight of @janetm74, making the implications so much more exciting to ponder and to explore further!

(Page Six)

Ever since Kat Kavanaugh buried a hatchet and wasn't chasing conspiracy theories about them on Global Holovision anymore, watching the news live was a once in a blue moon activity in Casa Tracy. They followed the major world events through John and Eos (maybe a bit of social media on a relatively quiet morning), and they were likely to be part of those in some capacity at least a third of the times. Sometimes a half.

But it was one of those days. A relative lull in rescues compiled with the exhaustion of the previous fortnight streak of disasters bred mildly numb boredom. Batteries too low to pursue their usual hobbies, they gravitated to the lounge.

Scott was ever at the desk with holo screens full of quarterly budget reports, because their biggest brother did stock market numbers for LEISURE, apparently. Virgil was playing, as usual, but the music was slowly fading to a halt. Alan was gaming, or pretending to be while napping, his VR goggles on. Kayo was going through some specs, half leaning on the couch cushions. Even John was in a quiet lull up in orbit, his hologram just bobbing at the comms unit, hanging out with everybody, but not really a part of any conversation.

That left Gordon scralling lazily through newsreels. The sudden yelp sent Alan tumbling on the floor and Scott at least half an inch closer to a cardiac arrest under thirty. A keen observer would have noticed Kayo reaching for a knife in the ankle holster. The piano music keened on an abrupt note and stopped. Several pairs of VERY unamused eyes stared Gordon down.

The Fish was on his feet already, bursting with excitement, sending the news holo to the center of the lounge.

"Did you guys know Fischler has a brother?!?!"

The assorted grumps and groans across the lounge indicated that they not only didn't know, but weren't in the least thrilled by that information.

Only John and Kayo shared a quiet look, because OF COURSE they would know.

Gordon surveyed the lounge in triumph, setting the stage for a punchline.

"He has a brother and he's getting married!"

"Who, Fischler?"

Alan was still scrambling up from his hardwood landing and making a show of rubbing an ouchie. Scott at least looked ready to switch gears to the full "hurt brother!" mode. Gordon was not deterred.

"No, dummy, not Fischer! His brother is getting married!"

"And that's any of our business how?"

Alan was still not ready to relinquish attention from his boo-boo. Not with so many big brothers in attendance. But John, Kayo and Virgil were already sharing concerned LOOKS.

Any widely publicized event with cameras rolling and hundreds in attendance, involving Fischler, could potentially turn into a showcase of his latest "invention", or ten. Which would mean potential casualties and work for IR. They would need to be on the look-out and on standby. Scott waved at the comm to get the volume up.

The holo displayed a close pic of a younger and significantly more polished version of Langstrom Fischler, hair sleecked back, but a weaselly smile just a tad on the manic side.

The celebrity news anchor was gushing about a "dashing fresh face on the World Senate, a philanthropist and patron of innovation, a devoted brother and a consummate athlete, setting off to be a force of a positive change in the world" and "his drop dead gorgeous fiancée, a once Miss Brazil runner-up, who dedicated herself to the selfless life of service, decorated for honor and courage".

The picture on the screen changed to an official GDF snapshot of a tall young brunette in dress blues. The insignia on the collar indicated the rank of Captain and breastplanks - several high ranking awards for valor. The picture switched to a series of candid paparazzi snaps of the "happy couple".

The show host droned on with one corny cliche after another about the "match made of dreams" and a " high profile dream wedding" scheduled to take place on a cozy remote island.

Gordon interrupted the stream of saccharine platitudes:

"Huh? How come we're not invited? Scott, you know like everyone in the World Senate!"

His voice was drowned out by the deafening snap of the metal stylus, broken in Scott's fingers. The sound of the desk chair hitting the floor, as Scott stood up and all but ran from the lounge, was even louder.

"Huh?!"

Gordon, yet again, surmised the bewilderment of everyone present.

Jade eyes squinted a fraction as Kayo watched Scott's outburst and hasty retreat.

Virgil was half out to follow Scott, when a ping came through on Gordon's comm. The sign flashed pink.

"Yay! Looks like I'm going after all! Penny needs a plus one! John, can I borrow your tax?!"

John half waved his brother off, brows furrowed and hands already flying over invisible files, when another pink ping came through. It was Kayo's turn for a "Huh?" moment.

"Looks like Penny needs a plus two, as well. I'm invited".

That deflated Gordon's initial excitement enough to notice Virgil leaving in the general direction of Dad's office, where Scott had locked himself.

Before Virgil reached the door to try and reason with big brother to talk about... whatever that was, John sent two files to his comm.

One - a picture they all saw a hundred times on Dad's desk back in Kansas, but it didn't compute out of context. Scott's Airgroup Wing after a training flight. All hugging and laughing, still in flightsuits. Scott and the girl from the news today - Fischler Jr.'s fiancée - at the center.

The other Virgil never saw before. It would figure since it was a screenshot from, what he recognized with some dread, was Dad's old phone. There was a picture sent to a private chat with Dad of the same girl, in a sundress, and Scott in a polo shirt, apparently both on leave. An almost ten years younger Scott was smiling like he could power up a sun. The message to Dad read "SHE SAID YES!!!".

The date of the message indicated about a month and a half before Scott's mission to Bereznik.

Virgil sank to the floor, leaning on the wall, never going through with the knock on the locked office door.

***

It was such an unbelievable cliché it felt surreal. The thunderstorm, the lightning, the lash of downpour across his face. Then again, it was fitting, as his world was going crashing down around him. Yet again.

There was nothing surreal about the hard edges of Mom's ring she just gave him back.

For about six weeks he was the happiest man alive. Dad's IR project was well underway, and he was to share that dream not only with Dad and brothers, but with the love of his life. He should have known better...

The words were real too - hard and ruthless. About Dad yanking his leash, and expecting nothing but dutiful following in his footsteps and his vision, concealed by his looming shadow, and giving up what they both dreamed about and worked so hard for - test flights, command ranks, career in service.

The echo came back to him often, in one dark hour or another, after his world shattered to pieces yet another time.

Dad voiced his reservations clearly, but did agree to give him Mom's ring. "When you know, you know". Wasn't it how he and Mom got married?

It WAS too soon, they WERE too young, and frateenization within a unit WAS an issue, but with IR lifting off that wasn't to be a problem, once he told her the full scale of the classified project. He should have known better...

He last remembered the ring yanked off his neck with the dogtags chain by a smirking Berezniki guard.

He put up a hell of a fight for that and was beaten within an inch of his life. The first time.

Next time he found it, inexplicably, in Dad's safe on the island, after the search for Zero-X was called off. He meant to ask Kyrano, as he wasn't conscious or coherent enough for the extraction op, or for months after, but the man never returned his calls anymore, sending in a resignation after half a year of following leads on the Hood.

There wasn't much room in his mind or hours in his days to give it more thought for years after. Or more pieces for his heart to break into. He should have known better.

And now she was getting married. To someone bright and promising, changing the world for the better, who wasn't him. The story of his life!

He should have known better as well.

The sound of glass shattering against the wall and a visceral scream finally sent Virgil in, wild-eyed, breaking past the lock.

***

John lifted an eyebrow in a perfect quizzical arch, putting the tablet down, as the "wedding party" poured, or rather, limped into the lounge.

Gordon's tuxedo sleeve was torn clear off, his bowtie, undone, served as a makeshift tourniquet. Parker sported cuts, bruises and a glorious shiner. Penelope's elaborate updo was in disarray, one heel of a golden pump broken. Kayo's slip dress hem was torn, exposing a garter holster.

As John hurried to the kitchen for the first aid kit, he heard her hiss something to the effect of "You should have seen the other guys".

The villa was quiet. Grandma had Alan on the mainland for the weekend. Virgil chased Scott up the volcano. There was a good chance biggest brother and his stormy mood was best quarantined at the Round House for the rest of the day.

John was waiting in the lounge for the fallout, one way or another. He wasn't quite prepared for the sight on display, handing out ice packs.

Gordon hissed too and bit off a curse, as John set about cleaning the bullet graze on his arm.

"Pen, do all your friends whip out a standard issue gun at the altar and read the groom Miranda rights instead of vows?"

Lady Penelope was busy trying to look poised while breaking the second heel off a designer pump, to make them even.

"It was a deep undercover mission to round up a drug and slave trafficking ring. A destination wedding was a most fortunate venue for the occasion."

Kayo looked up from the kitchen isle at that, not pausing to stop extracting a considerable arsenal of throw-knives from her bodice.

"Looks like the Fischler brothers were bankrolled by mafia. The crazy inventions AND the World Senate election. In exchange for some... perks."

Kayo snorted and went back to her inventory of weapons.

Gordon perked up as the anesthetic cream kicked in and forgot to NOT wave the injured hand around to assist his narrative.

"It was actually kinda cool! The bride barked out "Hands up!" instead of "I do"! The bridesmaids all dropped their bouquets and brandished guns. The bridal party were all Organized Crime and Counterterrorism. Well, and us... A little heads up wouldn't have hurt, Penny. Then all hell broke loose. Rose petals and confetti everywhere. You should have seen Fischler's face!"

Gordon was nearly flailing with excitement, so John's hands pushed him mildly back into the seat. Turquoise eyes found Penelope's line of sight, studiously avoiding Kayo:

"So... no wedding?"

"No wedding indeed."

Up on the Tracy Volcano Virgil's comm vibrated, switched to silent mode hours ago. John's message read "No wedding."

Virgil exhaled a sigh, but didn't yet know how to break the subject with a brother, seated next to him on the sun-warmed boulder, overlooking the ocean. Blue eyes were fixed on a point far away in the distance, or maybe far away in the past, Scott still wouldn't talk about.

#thunderbirds are go #pairing: scott/kayo #scott tracy #virgil tracy #gordon tracy #kayo kyrano #scott tracy/original character #that didn't work #scott tracy needs a hug #thunderbirds 2015 #janetm74 #john tracy didn't sign up for this #my fic #methinks i have astronomy

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