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PSA: Your Tumblr

kilodalton:

So, most of you know that your facebook can be viewed/monitored by employers. But I know a girl who got fired a few weeks ago because her boss used her email from her application TO FIND HER TUMBLR - where she had said some not nice things about her boss, job and coworkers.

And after some discussion, a worker who over heard the conversation for a Staffing Company confessed that they use your email to find you on several social networking sites (Tumblr, Twitter and Facebook being the first ones they check) and that they recommend it to employers as well.

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You can prevent this on Tumblr by deselecting the “let people look me up by this address” box. It also helps to never tag your name, or have your full name on your blog if it’s also searchable by search engines. 

It was just brought to my attention to post this because if your out on your blog, but not IRL, your employer could potentially out you to your coworkers, friends or family. Plus I also think it’s a huge violation of privacy, since some of these blogs are outlets from your everyday life. So protect yourself fellow bloggers :)

I want to add to this that this is also true even if you don’t use your email address. A girl from my school—which, btw, does not hesitate to put you on academic probation with expulsion for the second offense of the vague charge of “unprofessionalism” of all things—was a member of the same rather… um… biting healthcare blog that I was a member of. She’d submitted a funny post there obviously critical of her school, so I went to her page… and there was her selfie. I saw her at school the next day, told her I’d stumbled across her Tumblr and warned her to at least take the selfie down… but if I’d been a teacher (like I will be next year…) and not a student? That alone could have sent her straight to the honor committee. Be careful, folks—you never know who’s out there.

deputysassypantsparrish
deputysassypantsparrish:

I don’t know if the photo is showing, damn Tumblr. Anyway, this looks like Parrish and Danny. There’s just not enough Danish in the world, and it makes me sad. (also, I like winning, even if it’s just a silver medal)

They’re in Kyle’s apartment. It’s tiny but it’s cheap enough that he doesn’t need a roommate, and it has this awesome backyard that opens up to the Preserve that Danny loves. Kyle hates it. He hates everything, his minuscule kitchen with the tiny sink and the broken oven, and that open-plan bullshit that sounds so cool but actually just means that the bed is in the fucking living room because there are no walls, and the racoons that steal his trash in the middle of the night. Danny’s place is nicer, but he lives with his friend Jackson and Kyle can’t stand him. The guy is just a bad person.
"Wanna go out?" Danny mouths against his neck, sneaking a hand lazily under Kyle’s shirt. "We can go to Jungle and get weird on the dancefloor."
"Not really."
"Wanna watch a movie?" he tries, and Kyle just sighs.
"Nah."
"Any other idea? ‘Cause I can just go home, I have a ton of work."
"Why aren’t we living together?" he blurts, and Danny freezes in his arms.
"What."
Kyle steps back to look at him, taking his hand. “I live in a dump and you live with Jackson, and it’s the worst possible arrangement. We’ve been dating for almost four years now, and— I feel like I’m too old for this.”
"I’m twenty-three," Danny reminds him.
"Well, I’m almost thirty. I feel old."
Danny smiles against his better judgement.
"God, you’re adorable."
"Danny, I’m serious."
"I know, that’s the most adorable part. You know I love you, right?"
"Yeah."
"And you know I’m not even remotely ready to move in together."
Kyle sighs again. “Yeah.”
"I will be," he assures him, kissing the corner of his mouth. "You can ask again as soon as I stop being an enslaved intern and I’ll say yes. I will get there, I swear."
"It’s just, I pictured my life being—" he stops himself before saying different, because he actually likes his life, he loves his job and he loves Danny, but there’s just something missing. “I want to have kids, and—”
"Me too," Danny cuts in. "I do. But I am twenty-three, Kyle. I still feel like a kid myself." 
"Am I freaking you out?"
“You can wait for me, right?” he says instead of answering his question. “Just a couple of years. You’re not even thirty yet, you look like you’re twenty, and you eat so much kale you’re probably immortal. Can you wait for me?”
Kyle nods, hard and fast, and gets his arms around Danny, holding him tight before crashing their mouths together. “I don’t want any of that without you,” he whispers, sinking his fingers in the nape of Danny’s neck.
"Come to bed, I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll go back in time."

deputysassypantsparrish:

I don’t know if the photo is showing, damn Tumblr. Anyway, this looks like Parrish and Danny. There’s just not enough Danish in the world, and it makes me sad. (also, I like winning, even if it’s just a silver medal)

They’re in Kyle’s apartment. It’s tiny but it’s cheap enough that he doesn’t need a roommate, and it has this awesome backyard that opens up to the Preserve that Danny loves. Kyle hates it. He hates everything, his minuscule kitchen with the tiny sink and the broken oven, and that open-plan bullshit that sounds so cool but actually just means that the bed is in the fucking living room because there are no walls, and the racoons that steal his trash in the middle of the night. Danny’s place is nicer, but he lives with his friend Jackson and Kyle can’t stand him. The guy is just a bad person.

"Wanna go out?" Danny mouths against his neck, sneaking a hand lazily under Kyle’s shirt. "We can go to Jungle and get weird on the dancefloor."

"Not really."

"Wanna watch a movie?" he tries, and Kyle just sighs.

"Nah."

"Any other idea? ‘Cause I can just go home, I have a ton of work."

"Why aren’t we living together?" he blurts, and Danny freezes in his arms.

"What."

Kyle steps back to look at him, taking his hand. “I live in a dump and you live with Jackson, and it’s the worst possible arrangement. We’ve been dating for almost four years now, and— I feel like I’m too old for this.”

"I’m twenty-three," Danny reminds him.

"Well, I’m almost thirty. I feel old."

Danny smiles against his better judgement.

"God, you’re adorable."

"Danny, I’m serious."

"I know, that’s the most adorable part. You know I love you, right?"

"Yeah."

"And you know I’m not even remotely ready to move in together."

Kyle sighs again. “Yeah.”

"I will be," he assures him, kissing the corner of his mouth. "You can ask again as soon as I stop being an enslaved intern and I’ll say yes. I will get there, I swear."

"It’s just, I pictured my life being—" he stops himself before saying different, because he actually likes his life, he loves his job and he loves Danny, but there’s just something missing. “I want to have kids, and—”

"Me too," Danny cuts in. "I do. But I am twenty-three, Kyle. I still feel like a kid myself." 

"Am I freaking you out?"

You can wait for me, right?” he says instead of answering his question. “Just a couple of years. You’re not even thirty yet, you look like you’re twenty, and you eat so much kale you’re probably immortal. Can you wait for me?”

Kyle nods, hard and fast, and gets his arms around Danny, holding him tight before crashing their mouths together. “I don’t want any of that without you,” he whispers, sinking his fingers in the nape of Danny’s neck.

"Come to bed, I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll go back in time."