In case anyone who uses google docs is suddenly seeing an incredibly distracting @ symbol every time you hit enter🔪🔪🔪🔪, here's a way to disable it with uBlock Origin:
The image above is a screenshot from a Reddit thread. The text reads:
[username] Nova_1225
docs.google.com###docs-instant-bubble
Looks like they both work but I'd go with the instant-bubble one, it's more specific to the element. (I was very irritated and blocked two divs up to make sure it was very dead, but that may affect other things on the page).
[username] CBREEZE4ME
Perfect, thanks.
[username] moretoastplease
Hi. Non-tekkie here. I installed ublock, in addition to sending feedback to Google using the word "hate" about 43 times.
Can anybody please tell me how to put this string into it to make the @ go away?
[username] Nova_1225
Yeah: click on ublock in the extensions tab in along the top of your browser and then click the three gears at the bottom right corner. That should bring up the dashboard. Click on the "my filters" tab at the top of the screen and you should see a big blank writing area. Just past the string in and hit "apply changes," then refresh gdocs and the @ should be gone.
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Of course, you can submit feedback, too, but we all know corporations don't listen to that, and since there is currently no way to disable the @ nonsense in gdocs, this is probably the best option for anyone on desktop.
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*misses one doubled "s" in a word, perhaps the most common typo in the world*
Google Docs Spellcheck: "What the FUCK are you trying to say, you freak? Are you illiterate? Are you BLIND? I can't even recognize this word. It may be misspelled, but god, I give up!!! This is so hard, I, can't do it,"
*types "ad nauseam"*
Google Docs Spellcheck: "You meant 'ant nausea', right? Here, let me just change that quick. I'm so helpful. :)"
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the most i'll ever write b*lly into one of my fics. this was written over the summer (or maybe spring?) and i just found it and cleaned it up. pre-s3. summer of 1985 shenanigans. ft slurpees, steve being annoyed, and a fist fight at 7-11.
Excuse Me, This is a 7-11 in 1985
“No way!” Steve scolds, the top half of his body turned and facing the backseat. “Shoes off the seats, Mayfield!”
“Don’t be such a buzzkill,” Robin says, swinging her own drink around too much for Steve's liking as she flings herself into the passenger seat.
He’s too nice. He’s way too fucking nice. He was too nice when Max and Lucas showed up in front of Scoops Ahoy, stranded because they missed the last bus. Which meant Robin also missed the last bus, which meant he had no choice but to offer them all rides home.
Too nice to say no when they were about to pass the 7-11 and they all perked up. They didn’t even have to ask, he just pulled into the parking lot.
He’s too nice.
“Thanks for the treat, Dingus.” Robin says, spraying crumbs of her ho-ho all over the front seat. He pretends not to notice. If he thinks about it for too long, he’ll end up plowing the front of his car right into the convenience store in front of him.
Well, not in front of them. Off to the left, giving them all a view of the entire lot. Watching cars pull in, the four of them watching the other patrons, being nosy.
It wasn’t unusual for cars to come and go from the parking lot at this hour. There was not much else to do at this hour in a shit hole town once the mall closed.
What was unusual was the sight of a familiar blue Camero, following close behind a familiar van.
Steve furrows his brow at the sight, shakes his head. Probably a drug deal or something. He takes a loud slurp of his cherry slurpee as he shuts his car off, makes sure the lights are all off, just to ease the anxiety he can feel emanating from the two kids hanging out in his backseat.
Robin, who doesn’t know exactly what happened, but knows the gist of Steve coming to school with his face bashed just last fall, looks at him.
“Maybe we should get going?” She suggests. Steve looks at her and then back at Max, waiting for her to make the call.
“I don’t…” Max starts, but fades out, her face scrunching up in curiosity. Steve follows her eyeline back to the cars, which are now parked so that the Camero is blocking in the van. Steve immediately turns the car on. Lucas starts hitting him in the arm repeatedly.
“What the hell are you doing?! What if he sees us!?” Lucas’ voice going up about sixteen octaves.
As they pull up, they see two figures talking, or arguing more like, in front of the Camero. The headlights highlight the silhouettes of both Billy and the owner of the van, Eddie Munson. Neither of them paying any attention to the fact that Steve’s car is approaching them for a better view of their argument. Which is all it looks like, raised voices at each other.
Then, Billy shoves Eddie. Hard.
“Let’s just go, Steve. We don’t wanna get —”
“Oh shit!” Max yells from the backseat.
Steve barely catches the sight of Eddie decking Billy in the face, sending him on his ass almost instantaneously.
“Oh my god!” Lucas yells, as Eddie scrambles on top of him, punching him repeatedly .
“Get his ass!” Max shouts, as Billy starts to hit back.
“Should we do something? Should we help him?” Robin sounds panicked.
As soon as the words leave her mouth, they see police lights in the distance.
Fuck it, Steve thinks. He whips his car up to the side of the fight, rolls his window down as he does.
“Munson!” He yells as he brings the car to harsh stop.
Eddie stops, eyes look glazed over and out of breath. Steve ignores the twinge in his stomach.
“Get in!” Max yells, flinging her door open. Eddie, without hesitation, dives into the back seat. The door slams shut as Steve peels out of the lot, over the curb, and jams out of there. Robin’s yelling, Lucas is screaming like a little girl, Max is laughing, and Eddie is stunned silent, wringing out his scratched up hands.
“Nice uniform, Harrington.”
Yeah. Steve is definitely too nice.
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