thenamescressy

One of the only three reposts Shemar Moore has on TikTok is now a moreid edit….😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

part 7, part 9

(btw, the reid & penelope one is PLATONIC)

"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 wakes up in the bathtub again.  The hallway light flickers and her arms feel sticky with the potion she definitely remembers starting, but not.. not really anything else.  She slumps a little deeper into the tub and wipes a hand against her t-shirt, noticing belatedly that it’s the only thing she has on.  Honestly, at least she’s wearing clothes at all this time.  This isn’t the worst state she’s found herself in after a magically induced blackout.

It’s not that Clarke is a bad witch.  She’s not - she’s arguably a very good witch.  It’s just that sometimes she gets a little hyperfocused on a project and forgets that contaminants are a thing, and her apartment isn’t, she supposes, the best environment to be experimenting.  But it’s not like she can just haul these side projects into the lab, tinkering with unstable ingredients and questionable legality next to Susan from Accounting, who has been working on a charm to remotely collect past due balances for the past year and a half.  So what’s a few nights she doesn’t remember.  She usually finds her progress written in a soggy notebook on her kitchen counter in the mornings, anyway.  It was a fine system.  She turns the tap on with her toe and lets the water rise around her.  When her arms start to float and the water hits her chin, she stays like that until her skin feels less.

Eventually, though, she does have to start moving.  She sloshes water across the floor and doesn’t bother changing clothes, grabbing a towel from the rack and dripping towards the kitchen in search of her notes.  Her heel skids against the floor when she hears a surprised grunt coming from her living room.

“Holy shit.”

reid: and im pouty

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