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ITZY ♡ SNEAKERS

happiness aka millennials dealing with housing prices and classism during a zombie plague

I am sorry. I’m bashing Apple here. And for good reason.

This is a plea to my followers.

Stop buying Apple products. I know you’ve used them for most of your life, and I know it’s inconvenient to move to a new brand because in most cases, you cannot take your contacts with you on various chat apps.

I know this is inconvenient. I truly do.

But Apple is not the company it was before. There is now no difference between an Apple computer and a Windows computer in terms of graphic design. I know this for a fact. I had to use both in college 20 years ago, and non-apple computers are now generally better for design work than Apple computers.

Most non-apple companies encourage self-repair of your own devices, while Apple refuses it. I also know this for a fact, as I watched Apple computers become slowly less reparable through the late 90s and early 2000s. Where I was once able to do the repairs on our office computers, we had to start sending out our Apple devices because they started gluing things down on their logic boards. Notably the glue they used was not heat-resistant and led to device damage should the heat sink system fail. But they did this because they wanted to dig more money out of their customers.

Apple software is also designed to fail. I cannot believe people are still buying new devices after the scandal where Apple was slowing their phones in order to force people to purchase new versions.

Apple hardware is designed to become obsolete. Motherboards and logic boards are designed to hold exactly what comes attached to them and will fail if upgrade attempts are made.

Apple refuses to work with software developers despite promises of cross-compatibility. One of the very first coding problems I discovered was to discover a gigantic hole in a software program that made a plotter (giant printer) compatible with iOS. This caused a memory leak, leading to necessary resets of the computer after every 2 feet of printing.

I know that it’s not possible for most of you to just throw your devices away and buy a new one. I wouldn’t be able to do that, either. But eventually there will come a time when you have to upgrade, and I encourage you to take the plunge and purchase a non-apple device. I don’t even have a recommendation for you because literally anything is better than Apple. A rock that you write on is better than an Apple phone.

Unfortunately I expect to be shadow-banned on Apple devices because of this, and I’ll try to report on decreased activity as much as I can.

It’s time to stop trying to beg Apple to change. They won’t. It’s time now to just stop supporting Apple.

Happy Birthday Gojou! 💙 *:･ﾟ✧

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hymn of the high seas, chapter 9

fic title: hymn of the high seas

keywords: pirate au, siren au, enemies to friends to lovers, fem!reader, siren reader, pirate ateez, hurt/comfort, fluff

relationships: romantic y/n x wooyoung, platonic ot8 x y/n

general warnings: language, violence (the characters have potty mouths), mentions of blood and death, mentions/depictions of drowning, depictions of drinking and mentions of alchohol, possible suggestive themes in the future but nothing explicit most likely, tba probably but it’s a pirate au so stereotypical stuff that might come along with that i guess

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chapter title: the attack

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author’s note at the end!

Dite (reader)

Night had fallen, but Dite found herself unable to sleep. After making a rather pathetic attempt at it, only managing to nearly fall off her hammock from all the tossing and turning, Dite had just gotten up and dragged Jongho, who was on babysitting duty, outside to the deck.

Yunho had noticed the two coming out from the belowdecks, waving at them from his spot in the crow’s nest and told them to come up. Thus, the three of them now sat there, Dite sandwiched between the two men. They were still in the hot heart of the summer, so the night was warm. She felt the bare skin of her legs sticking to the wood she sat on — it had been so hot she had decided to forgo from wearing pants. The shirt she wore, probably belonging to one of the male crew members, was so long it reached her mid-thigh anyway. A warm breeze blew into the ship’s sails and tousled her hair gently. 

Despite the serenity of the night, Dite’s thoughts were reeling. The words the soul fragment in the Tear had spoken had returned to her in the aftermath of the confrontation with the navy officer. She couldn’t wrap her head around the meaning of the words. Not mine, it had said. Of course, Dite knew she differed from her family in aspects other than her outer appearance. She just hadn’t expected those differences to be so major that her own supposed goddess wouldn’t claim her.

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