Book_lover9000's blog

i HATE self-censorship for a lot of reasons, but being in crisis work makes it even more frustrating. who are you censoring for? like i am being so fr, WHO are you censoring for? have you even thought it through? people who have been raped know that they have been raped. if someone attempts suicide or is grieving someone who did, saying "sewer slide" isn't going to protect them from any of the feelings. a murder victim's family isn't going to feel better bc you said "unalived" instead of murdered. if anything, it's just extremely invalidating and othering. it's saying "what happened to you is so bad that i won't even say the word," which is NOT trauma-informed care. you are not protecting survivors/victims when you self-censor. the ONLY things you protect when you self-censor are the puritanical ideologies that are being encouraged by rich fascists who want your money and obedience

happy in his blankeyy

By which I mean, asks used to be WAY more of the tumblr economy. They used to be more common to send, and receive, and see. They were integral to the collaborative, forum-like behavior of old tumblr communities, not even to speak on the HUGE number of ask-blogs that used to exist to only be interacted with in ask-form.

"Oh I don't normally use AI, I just wanted it to plan my trip"

You lived on this planet for decades, you know what you like, there are hundreds of websites where you can type into any search engine " things to do in [area]" and have at least a hundred different options.

"Oh I only use it so I can figure out what to make during the week with what I have"

The most popular website as you type in "recipes" into google have sections where you click dinner- quick and easy and those usually rely on staples + 1 or 2 items. I found 30 recipes on chicken alone.

"I had a writing idea, so I typed a few sentences into Chat GPT and I was able to write 20 pages with it."

She’s the dictator of the world, who can do whatever she wants. The world is in her hands. The beanbag, that looks like the earth, is in her hand.

it’s is done and i love it so much hehehehehe

reference after break

agoraphobia /ăg″ər-ə-fō′bē-ə, ə-gôr″ə-/

someone else lives in grace's apartment. another bachelor, or maybe a young couple. all of his furniture is gone -- sold or repurposed or off in a dump somewhere. none of the photos tacked to the walls remain. the books and knickknacks on his shelves have long since been misplaced. the stack of homework on his desk was thrown out decades ago; never graded. the landlord has repainted the walls and the cabinets and replaced the doorknobs. no one would know that dr. ryland grace ever lived there. even grace himself would have to take a second to recognize the place, in the hypothetical event that he ever returned.