literally all jobs rn are just like: ohhh were URGENTLY hiring!!! we need employees soooo bad!!! NOT YOU . we need employees right now omgggg stopppp we need workersss…. not you tho i hope you die in a fire forever but omggg nobody wants to work anymore… we are urgently hiring where are all the workerssss…. UGH OMG STOP FUCKING ASKING FOR A JOB !!!! WE DONT WANT YOU !! DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE . anyway. we are URGENTLY hirin-
why are so many of you not saving the backup codes they give you when you set up two-factor authentication
uh what backup codes?
on tumblr they are right under your 2fa settings
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same for google/gmail (if you use google authenticator you can sync your codes using your google account so as long as you have these you can get all the rest of them, whether this is secure enough for your liking is up to you)
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in proton.me they give you the codes when you set up 2fa (i had to set it up a second time to get this screenshot lmao)
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amazon doesn’t have backup codes but they let you authorize multiple authentication apps as well as refusing to let you disable sms codes, so you can actually install an authenticator on your pc as well as your phone so if you lose access to one you still have the other
i like to print them or stick them in the back of the bullet journal i keep in my wallet, as well as saving them in the notes section of my password manager
please please please download your backup codes and save them in a safe location
why the fuck a doodle doo yall using 2fa when you arent forced to????? It is a plague outside of a workplace with an IT department that can override the damn thing
you sound like my boss who keeps turning off 2fa and then wondering why his facebook account is posting offers to sell people adderall
I did not sleep well, though my bed was comfortable enough, for I had all sorts of queer dreams. There was a dog howling all night under my window, which may have had something to do with it; or it may have been the paprika, for I had to drink up all the water in my carafe, and was still thirsty.
3 May
Then a dog began to howl somewhere in a farmhouse far down the road—a long, agonised wailing, as if from fear. The sound was taken up by another dog, and then another and another, till, borne on the wind which now sighed softly through the Pass, a wild howling began, which seemed to come from all over the country, as far as the imagination could grasp it through the gloom of the night. At the first howl the horses began to strain and rear, but the driver spoke to them soothingly, and they quieted down, but shivered and sweated as though after a runaway from sudden fright. Then, far off in the distance, from the mountains on each side of us began a louder and a sharper howling—that of wolves—which affected both the horses and myself in the same way—for I was minded to jump from the calèche and run, whilst they reared again and plunged madly, so that the driver had to use all his great strength to keep them from bolting. … The keen wind still carried the howling of the dogs, though this grew fainter as we went on our way. The baying of the wolves sounded nearer and nearer, as though they were closing round on us from every side.
5 May
Something made me start up, a low, piteous howling of dogs somewhere far below in the valley, which was hidden from my sight.
24 June
A good deal of interest was abroad concerning the dog which landed when the ship struck, and more than a few of the members of the S. P. C. A., which is very strong in Whitby, have tried to befriend the animal. To the general disappointment, however, it was not to be found; it seems to have disappeared entirely from the town. It may be that it was frightened and made its way on to the moors, where it is still hiding in terror. There are some who look with dread on such a possibility, lest later on it should in itself become a danger, for it is evidently a fierce brute. Early this morning a large dog, a half-bred mastiff belonging to a coal merchant close to Tate Hill Pier, was found dead in the roadway opposite to its master’s yard. It had been fighting, and manifestly had had a savage opponent, for its throat was torn away, and its belly was slit open as if with a savage claw.
9 August
As funny as the entire ‘Whitby residents want to adopt Dracudog’ bit is, there’s a darker side to it as well. First of all, in the irony of their love being based on a complete misunderstanding of his true nature - down even to the basics. Dracula is almost certainly not transformed into a dog, but a wolf. However, there are no wild wolves in England, and so the locals don’t recognize him. This sums up the entire reason he’s come here, quite succinctly. Seen as dog (human), really a wolf (vampire). No wolves there (no vampires, no belief in/knowledge of them) and so they don’t recognize him (can’t defend against them). They want to adopt him - obviously, he has no interest in being adopted as a literal pet, but he does want to be 'adopted’ in a more general sense by English society. He spent many long hours reading books and talking to Jonathan to ensure that he’d be able to fit in more easily; if Whitby is any indication, his plans seem to be paying off.
There’s also something else going on with dog vs wolf here, though. I pulled a few quotes above about upset dogs. And that’s because dogs aren’t fooled like the people of Whitby. They seem to instinctively see through/oppose supernatural forces. While the howling on 3 May is from before Jonathan meets Dracula, it happens at the same time as he experiences a night full of 'queer dreams’ and shortly after he has “[left] the West and [entered] the East” - in other words, after he has passed out of the modern natural world and entered the domain of older supernatural powers. It’s a simplified and kind of racist idea, yes, but symbolically at least, this transition is something emphasized in the text. And the first night in that land, his rest is disturbed partially due to a symbol of civilization voicing its distress.
The dogs get increasingly clearer about this opposition to the supernatural and Dracula specifically. The howling on 5 May happens at midnight on St. George’s day, a time when 'all the evil things in the world have full sway’, on the night when Dracula collects his treasures from the ground where men have died. This also marks a transition point where Jonathan is fully under the Count’s power, fully separated from civilization. And this is even embodied by the dogs’ howls soon being drowned out by their wild/supernatural equivalent when the wolves howl louder and sharper. They end up surrounding Jonathan that night, while the dogs sound farther and farther away and eventually are heard no more. And another difference: the dogs howl in fear. The wolves howl “as though the moonlight had had some peculiar effect on them” - a reference to werewolves perhaps, but also, they do this while surrounding and menacing Jonathan and the horses, while hunting them.
The distant dog howling on 24 June marks the time when Dracula is kidnapping a child from the town. Their protest does some amount of good - it helps Jonathan to begin breaking free of the hypnotic trance the vampire ladies have him in - but it doesn’t manage to save the child.
And finally, today’s dog seems to have tried to defend its home, based on where its body was found. Who knows, maybe Dracula had a passing interest in killing someone there and it managed to dissuade him. More likely the dog just instinctively recognized him for the threat he is as he was passing by and attacked, leading him to kill it in order to be left alone. Perhaps the fact that the English dog is the only one which actually is shown to do more than cry out a fearful protest is representative of the English main characters being the humans who will eventually stand against Dracula rather than be so fully dominated by him. After all, they aren’t surrounded by wolves here; it’s just the one. But if so, the fact that the dog who tries him is brutally slain by Dracula cannot bode well either. After all, they have no experience with wolves here; they don’t know how to fight them.
One of the letters was directed to Samuel F. Billington, No. 7, The Crescent, Whitby, another to Herr Leutner, Varna; the third was to Coutts & Co., London, and the fourth to Herren Klopstock & Billreuth, bankers, Buda-Pesth.
12 May
She is almost entirely in ballast of silver sand, with only a small amount of cargo—a number of great wooden boxes filled with mould. This cargo was consigned to a Whitby solicitor, Mr. S. F. Billington, of 7, The Crescent, who this morning went aboard and formally took possession of the goods consigned to him.
9 August
Not that anyone doubts the connection here, but here’s another layer of paper trail confirming that this is Dracula, as well as paying off a little early foreshadowing.
Every single time, the love for Dracudog is absolutely hilarious. The matter-of-fact way the Correspondent delivers it only increases the humor somehow. Everyone in Whitby wants to adopt Dracula!
By the kindness of the Board of Trade inspector, I have been permitted to look over the log-book of the Demeter, which was in order up to within three days, but contained nothing of special interest except as to facts of missing men. The greatest interest, however, is with regard to the paper found in the bottle, which was to-day produced at the inquest; and a more strange narrative than the two between them unfold it has not been my lot to come across. As there is no motive for concealment, I am permitted to use them, and accordingly send you a rescript, simply omitting technical details of seamanship and supercargo.
I absolutely love you, Correspondent, I do, but what do you mean there’s ‘nothing of special interest’ in the majority of the log? Sure, there are facts of missing men, but describing it that way entirely leaves out the building dread and the storms and the fear and misery and everything. The last entry in the bottle is great but it needs the foundation of the rest of the excellent entries to have proper impact!
…of course, the Correspondent (and the clerk of the Russian Consul) are apparently the ones we have to thank for that build not being interrupted with a bunch of more technical details and such throughout, so I can’t imagine they’re ignorant to the effect of that editing, even if it sounds downplayed here.
I LOVE the blending moments of the Demeter narration, I choked up hearing it again. That slightly jerky music, the snippets, the screams and laugh… aghghghhhghghgh. I love the Captain being viewed as a hero even more than I did when just reading the book.
After Jonathan passed out last night, no matter how Lucy and I tried to wake him, he stayed out. His pulse was all right, and his heartbeat and breathing. I think perhaps he simply had a great shock, and between that and still being a bit tired, it wiped him out. Lucy agreed. Lucy’s mother fretted quite a bit, but then hurried us all off to bed. It was after midnight, after all. I stayed with Lucy to keep her from sleepwalking and to give Jonathan some room and air. At least as much as we could – we didn’t unlatch the window with the storm still blowing. Jonathan must have woken in the middle of the night and wanted it for himself, though, as the window was unlatched when I went in in the morning.
He slept for a while longer after I came in, and while he seemed tired still when he finally got up, he didn’t seem too much worse for wear. He kissed me and greeted Lucy and her mother amicably. I asked him if he was all right and what happened last night, and he just said, “It’s related to the diary.” Lucy’s mother didn’t notice my expression, but Lucy must have, because she looked between the two of us like she was trying to read our faces.
After breakfast, she suddenly declared that we would all take a morning walk up to the abbey ruins. We were all surprised, but agreed.
Once we were up there, she asked for an explanation – she suspected we knew something between us that she didn’t. And honestly, she was right. We’ve always been close, and something like what Jonathan experienced isn’t helped by isolation. I told him this, and he agreed. So… we began to explain about Jonathan’s experiences in the castle.
It took a long time, and Lucy seemed quite shocked by the whole thing. I wasn’t exactly sure how she would react.
I shouldn’t have worried.
Once we were finished, she was nearly in tears, and she got up and suddenly hugged Jonathan. She said, “I’m so sorry.”
He looked confused, then shook his head as he hugged back. “Please, I don’t…”
She pulled back and shook her head. “Oh, it’s not pity, I’m sorry. I just… haven’t been as charitable to you in the past as you deserved in the past. I’m apologizing for that.”
He smiled at that, and I joined him. She then sat down and rested her chin in her hands before saying, “So… this has something to do with the ship last night? That dog looked right at us.”
Jonathan just nodded.
“So… Whatever it is, you were in danger. So… it might be dangerous here, too.”
He nodded again.
It took her another while to respond again. “Do you two mind if I make some calls? I can’t imagine anything like what happened, but… Arthur, Jack, and Quincey – my three suitors, I told you about them, Mina – they’ve seen quite a lot of the world. They might be able to help.”
We looked at each other and Jonathan shrugged. “I don’t see why not.”
She grinned and leapt up. “Wonderful! Arthur might need some more time, but Quincey and Jack may be able to at least talk about what’s going on.” With that, she hurried down the long stairs, leaving us behind. Jonathan unexpectedly started laughing, and I couldn’t help but join him. Count on Lucy to make the world seem a little brighter.
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Article from The Daily Graph (accessed online)
A derelict cargo ship crashed last night near midnight in Whitby Harbor, during a storm dramatic enough for observers to estimate that it might be the harshest storm to hit Whitby in 100 years. With harsher weather increasing across the globe, it’s worth considering whether this sudden storm is yet another piece of added to the pile of evidence for climate change.
Regarding the ship itself: The ship is the Demeter, a small scale cargo container hauler out of Varna, Bulgaria. The ship was hauling its full load of 1000 containers, with the manifest including leather goods and wine from Romania, medicines from Bulgaria, and a variety of miscellaneous other goods. The only part of the shipment brought to shore in the morning was a cargo container filled with boxes of earth, which were taken charge of by Mr. Samuel Billingsworth, a local solicitor. The police are currently notifying other recipients.
Of the crew, most were missing. Only one was still present on the ship was the captain. The police and rescue crew had to break through considerable fortifications on the bridge, some of which appear to have already had something attempting to remove them. One of the doors was broken open, with a considerable amount of blood left on the razor wire set up outside it. Inside, the bridge was awash with blood, with multiple bullet holes toward the door. The captain was on the floor inside in critical condition. He has been rushed to the hospital. We will update this article as information becomes available.
(A/N: You know how I said we were off the rails before? I underestimated the effects of many previous events culminating today.)
Someone just pointed out that it’s been 40 days since we’ve heard from Jonathan and therefore time for a wake
Which makes me think: that means Dracula arrives in Whitby 40 days after leaving Castle Dracula.
40 days is such an important number in at least Jewish and Christian traditions (and I think Muslim as well?) And it seems overwhelming around birth and death. The rains of the Great Flood lasted 40 days. Lent/Christ’s fast in the desert was 40 days. The period between Easter and the Ascension - Christ’s earthly ministry post-resurrection - is 40 days. A new baby is presented to the community at 40 days old (I think in the Jewish tradition that’s when you name them but I could be totally wrong). You hold a wake (I have just learned) at 40 days (in the Orthodox Christian tradition there’s a memorial at 40 days and at one year after someone’s death). All these liminal periods of transition and of preparation.
And Dracula takes 40 days to come to England. He’s not exactly fasting in the desert, but it is a period of relative isolation in preparation for being presented to his new community, starting his new life among the teeming masses.
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