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YOU HAVE A DATE ˚. ᵎᵎ with frat boy!roy harper (,,>ヮ<,,)
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frat boy!roy harper x criminology student!reader ╱ the vice president of the frat stops going to parties... to study with his girlfriend?
art by zestynestyyy on x
Roy Harper was a dickhead, he knows it, he’s accepted it and he’s trying to do better. You were the main reason for that, the sweet and smart girl who was his partner for a project during one semester. After all those months together, of you rejecting him, making fun of him and making him realize how stupid he was… Roy Harper fell in love. With you, despite your wishes. And sadly, you kinda liked him too.
It started small, one Friday night you were buried in your criminology notes, highlighter in hand, when your phone buzzed. Roy’s name popped up with a simple text: “Hey. You busy? I’m outside your dorm with snacks if you want company.”
You peeked out the window and there he was, leaning against the brick wall in his usual hoodie, a plastic bag dangling from his fingers.
When you let him in, he kicked off his sneakers and flopped onto your bed without even asking. “I brought those sour gummies you like,” he said, pulling them out like treasure. “And those weird healthy chips because I know you’re on your ‘fuel the brain’ kick.”
You raised an eyebrow, sitting at your desk. “No party tonight?”
He shrugged, cheeks going a little pink as he watched you. “Nah. I’d rather be here bugging you while you study serial killers or whatever. The conversation is better.”
That made you smile despite yourself. Roy had always been loud and reckless before, the guy who showed up to class hungover and still managed to charm half the room. But lately? He showed up at the library during your late-night sessions with coffee exactly how you liked it. He sat through your rants about criminal psychology without interrupting, even asked questions that proved he was actually listening.
One evening you caught him staring at you again while you explained the difference between organized and disorganized offenders. His chin rested in his hand, green eyes soft making your stomach flip.
“What?” you asked, trying not to laugh.
“Nothing,” he said. “You’re really fucking smart. It’s hot. I think my brain short-circuits every time you talk like that.”
You threw a pen at him and he caught it easily, grinning like an idiot. He didn’t care when his old frat buddies started texting him, asking where the hell he’d been. Whipped, one of them called him when they spotted you two at a campus café. Roy just pulled you closer by the waist and kissed the top of your head.
“Let them talk,” he whispered against your hair. “I’m exactly where I wanna be.”
And he meant it. The obsession was quiet but constant. He remembered the way you liked your hoodies oversized and stole one from his closet just so you could wear it during study dates. He showed up to your criminology club meetings even though he had no clue about half the topics, just to sit in the back and watch you light up when you presented.
Late at night, when your eyes got tired from reading case files, he’d tug you into his lap on the tiny dorm couch. “Take a break, babe,” he’d whisper, arms wrapping around, his fingers would trace little patterns on your arm while you leaned into his chest, breathing in the faint smell of his cologne.
“You’re turning into a total sap,” you teased one night, tilting your head up to look at him.
Roy just smiled, it reached his eyes and made them crinkle at the corners. “For you. I don’t care if the whole campus thinks I’m pathetic. I probably am. But you make me want to be better. Someone who deserves to sit here with the smartest girl on campus.”
Your heart did that annoying fluttery thing it always did around him now. You reached up and brushed his red hair back from his forehead. “You’re doing okay, Harper.”
He pressed a soft kiss to your temple, then another to your cheek, taking his time memorizing every inch of you. “Mhm, I’m not going anywhere. Frat parties can suck it. I’ve got everything I need right here.”
a/n: this is so cheesy oh my god. @bat1nsignia my queen and my baby, i hope you liked this<33 this was such a cutieful thing to write i can't i can't i'm dying of cuteness
i will read all the fics youve posted mooties i just need to get back into my normal happiness 😭 so sorry im not ghosting you and your amazing fics i promise
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Hi, I saw the DC women's post about reactions to pubic hair. Would you be willing to do a reaction Dinah Lance, Cassandra Cain, Helena Bertinelli, Kate Kane, and maybe Selina Kyle too?
hiii thank you for reading 🫶 i don’t write for them yet,, but when i start writing for them i’ll try writing something like this ofc!!
🍒 dc women’s reaction to you shaving. (suggestive. smut? fem!reader)
₊⊹ DIANA OF THEMYSCIRA: SUPPORTIVE
She didn’t seem like she liked what you’ve done. She looked… the exact opposite. She didn’t even believe you when you said you’ve shaved. Diana had to see if you were saying the truth to believe you completely.
And when she saw that you actually had shaved, she cleared her throat before saying anything. You bit your bottom lip as you scanned her reaction. You weren’t sure how she felt— you were sure she felt like that, too. She seemed very confused.
“Alright,” She said, her hand dove deep into her curly black hair. “You shaved your bush.” She said in a louder voice. You nodded, your teeth still stuck in your lip. Diana pressed a kiss into your kneecap. “It’s okay— not the end of the world, nor is it the end of your bush, right?”
“Yes, yes, right.” You replied, trying not to laugh.
“You make fun of me, my love, but you don’t understand how I feel about all of this right now.” A shiver went down your body when she pressed her finger on your bare pussy. “Next time you decide to do it, do not— For me, at least.”
₊⊹ TALIA AL GHUL: DISAPPOINTED
“You shaved your bush?”
You could never forget the emotions etched into her voice. The frustration was flowing through her eyes and mouth, her frown got deeper every second she thought about your action.
“Talia, my love,” You grabbed her arms lightly, shaking her a little bit to make her look at you. “I thought you’d like it.”
You tried to console her but with your words she frowned even deeper. “Have I given you the impression that I didn’t like your bush?”
“God, no,” You sighed. You felt her hand snake around you and grab your waist, pulling your body towards herself. Her breath hit your face, she was so close to you. “It’s just I wanted to try something new, something I’ve never tried before.”
Her hand on your waist was rigid, holding you right where you were. You weren’t complaining. There was nothing more you liked than being on her arms like this. “Oh, Beloved, please don’t give me a heart attack like this again.”
You kissed her cheek, pressing your lips to her skin to stop yourself from laughing at her reaction. “As you wish, my love.”
₊⊹ KARA ZOR-EL: SARCASTIC
“You shaved it?” She asked. “All of it?” She patted Krypto’s head, who had been running around for attention.
“Yes, Kara, all of it.”
Krypto finally sat down and threw his body over Kara, who didn’t look like believed you. You knew so well her relationship with your cunt, especially your bush. She loved the feeling of it brushing her skin as she ate you out. She loved it when it tangled into her fingers she was rubbing the most sensitive parts of your body. She loved—
“But why?”
“Well, I… don’t really know. Wanted to try something out I guess.”
She gently pushed Krypto to the couch and got up to get in front of you. She held your hands, pulling you closer. You could smell the scent of the city all over her. Her Supergirl suit was still on…
“My darling, beautiful, amazing lover,” Kara thought a little more adjectives but then gave up. “Please, don’t do it again.” Kara’s palm made contact with your cheek. “I miss her already.”
“Stop talking like that!” You tried to pushed her but she didn’t move. You saw her grin on her face. “You know it makes me feel weird, Kara.”
“What? Treating your body like a goddess’ statue? You know I’ll never stop doing it.”
Even though it made you burn up with embarrassment, you liked it when she did it.
Kara tickled your side, “Promise you won’t even think about it again?” She held up her pinkie in front of your face.
“Is this a threat from the big bad Supergirl?”
“Nope. But can be if you make it to be. So… promise?”
You linked your pinkie with hers and nodded. “Promise.”
₊⊹ ZATANNA ZATARA: FLIRTY
It was right before her night show that Zatanna had realized you shaved earlier that day. She couldn’t have the time to make any comments about it because of the show— but after it, she came up to you before you could even congratulate her.
“So,” She said as she caught you in between her body and her vanity. Her hands were on the table, right next to you and her face was so, so close to yours. You were burning up. “You shaved, huh?” She had a crooked smile.
What was she planning?
One of her hands flied right into your hair and her fingers twirled your hair around. “I have.” You nodded. “You’re mad or something?”
“I might be,” She shrugged. “But… I am so happy right now. So, I am not giving you what you exactly want.”
When you tried to hug her waist, you felt your hands pulled down to your sides. Her magic. Your breath got caught in your lungs— You were getting excited.
She always knew how to elicit something from you.
“And what do I exactly want, Zee?”
Her fingers in your hair carried themselves to your chin, and she held your face like it was something precious like diamonds. Your eyes were wandering in between her eyes and lips.
“You want me to be mad at you— Mad enough to punish you, maybe.” She pecked your lips. “Not tonight, baby.” Her finger slipped over your lips. “I can’t be mad at you right now, but if you really want me to be mean, I can be.”
“Oh god, Zee…” Your lips caressed her finger tip as you spoke. “I love how well you know me.”
“Can say the same about you.”
You blinked and when you opened your eyes, you were in her bed.
₊⊹ STEPHANIE BROWN: ANGRY
“You did what?” Her shouts made you laugh. You threw your head back into the pillow as you giggled at her. She gently slapped the inside of your thigh. “Stop laughing, this is murder!”
Stephanie averted her eyes from your face and checked your pussy again to understand if she was seeing wrong or not.
She was not having a nightmare. You actually, really shaved your bush.
“No…” She whispered against your now bald skin.
“Steph, it’s not that bad.” You tried to make her look at you but she didn’t look up. “Also, it will grow back.”
“You better keep it.” She pushed herself up and climbed over your body, placing herself right on top of you. Her curls were flowing down and covering your face like a curtain.
“I will, don’t worry.” You rolled your eyes when she lifted one of her brows in disbelief. “I don’t like how it is right now, so I really, really won’t.” When her pout got bigger you grabbed her cheeks. “Steph! I promise, baby.”
“Ugh, fine, fine! But if you butcher your bush again, I will put a sex ban on you.”
You sighed. “That’s fair.”
Stephanie pushed her body off of you and fell right next to you in bed. She rested her head on your chest and you played with your hair, waiting for her shock to pass.
Summary: when Jaime leaves you waiting on him yet again, you find yourself wondering if you could ever matter to him as much as his work as Blue Beetle does
Word Count: 1k
Content/CW -> gn! reader, established relationship, angst, arguing, reader gets stood up, hurt/comfort in the end
— requested as part of my neglect week event <3
froggi yaps -> annnnd we're off :p everyone thank @/queen-of-gotham for giving me the idea to write for jaime in the first place (&check out her fics abt him!!) this takes place some time after graduation day <3 enjoy!
The warm summer air has long since dissipated, the cold wind of night taking over and yet, you’re still here, sitting on the roof of Jaime’s apartment building. The lights of Palmera City twinkle below you, a shimmering array of colours that only serve to remind you how alone you are.
Jaime was meant to meet you hours ago and yet here you are, sitting out in the cold alone. You frown, checking your phone for the umpteenth time. He didn’t even bother to text.
Another gust of wind has you shivering, crossing your arms over your chest to keep yourself warm. You know he’s out there doing something important, saving lives and protecting the city. You knew this going in—so why has it been so hard to understand lately?
You click your phone on again only to immediately turn it off. Five more minutes, you tell yourself, but you’ve been promising yourself that for hours and he’s yet to show.
A sigh passes through your lips like the cold night air. Why is dating a superhero so hard?
You’re just about to leave when you hear him come stumbling out of the door. “Sorry, sorry! I know I’m late, I know—”
You don’t perk up at the sound of his voice like you usually do. Instead, the weight in your chest only grows.
Jaime’s brow furrows at your silence. “Amor?”
You’re not quite sure what to say to him, your usual insistences of ‘it’s fine’ and ‘don’t worry about it’ feel heavy on your tongue. You dig your hands into the cement edges of the roof, eyes fluttering closed to enjoy the fresh air.
“Hey,” Jaime says quietly as he settles down next to you, the side of his thigh brushing yours. “I’m really sorry I’m late. Again.”
You nod, tight lipped and dead silence. Jaime’s grateful for the usual roar of Palmera traffic and the hustle and bustle of the street below, if only so it can cut through the deafening quiet between you.
He rests a gentle hand on your thigh. “Please don’t be mad at me.”
You finally force yourself to look up, to meet his eyes. He’s looking at you with only concern, head tilted to the side and lips pursed.
“I’m not—” You take a deep breath, trying to rationalize the thoughts racing through your mind, “I’m allowed to be upset, Jaime.”
“I-I know that.”
Anger rushes to your throat like bile, a torrent of emotions bubbling up inside you. “Do you realize how long I’ve been waiting for you?”
“Um,” he rubs the back of his neck, flashing that guilty smile that usually makes you forgive him but only serves to annoy you tonight. “A while?’
You shake your head, hot tears burning the backs of your eyes. Rising to your feet, you turn away from him. “You’re making jokes. You left me waiting here for hours and you’re making jokes.”
“Babe, it’s not—I’m not—”
You hear the sound of his shoes hitting the gravel of the roof, hear him heading towards you. He grabs your wrist softly, spinning you around to face him.
“I know what you do is really important, Jaime,” your voice catches on his name. “I just want to feel important sometimes, too.”
His hand travels up your wrist, fingers tangling with yours. “You are important, you’re everything to me.”
“It doesn’t feel like it.”
You break free from his grip, the cold air seeping into the warmth he left behind until there’s nothing left. You turn back around, sights set on your original path.
Jaime goes to reach for you again, to follow you until you’re willing to hear him out. It’s when his fingers are close to closing in on you that that familiar buzzing in his spine starts, Khaji Da speaking to him.
He’s distracted for a minute, but a minute is all it takes for you to escape.
You should’ve known Jaime wouldn’t leave the issue at that, his need to fix things always superseding your will to let them rest.
You’re wide awake when he slips through your widow, the latch unlocked for him the way it always is. He’s quiet coming in, footsteps soft and intentional when he lands inside your room.
You sit up in bed, flicking on your lamp. “Jaime?”
He cringes, “did I wake you?”
You shake your head. You hadn’t been able to sleep without him, anyways. Not for a lack of trying—you’d gotten up four separate times, gone pee, gotten water and watched an episode of tv and still, you couldn’t drift off.
“I know it’s late, I’m sorry.”
That seems to be the main word in his vocabulary lately.
He kicks off his shoes, neatly setting them in the corner of your room. “I couldn’t sleep either,” he admits.
You draw your knees into your chest. “I see.”
“Is it—can I?” He gestures to his side of the bed, the movement slow and hesitant and filled with the uncertainty clouding your own mind right now.
You nod, patting the mattress next to you. It’s his side of the bed, anyway.
Jaime tugs his shirt over his head before getting in with you, the bed dipping down beneath his weight. The familiar weight soothes something in you, has you gravitating towards him.
He flops down on his back, staring blankly at the ceiling. “I really am sorry, you know.”
“I know.”
And it’s true, you understand just how sorry he is. Just how wrecked he is that he left you waiting. His guilt isn’t enough to overshadow your own sadness.
“And you are important to me, amor. You are the world to me, I don’t—I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“I know, Jaime.”
He rolls onto his side, looking at you with those big puppy eyes like he always does when he’s in trouble. “I love you.”
You sigh, “I love you, too.”
You give in, shuffling down in bed and rolling on your side to face him. He reaches out, draping an arm across your waist, drawing you in.
“I’m gonna do better,” he says it like a vow. “No more excuses, okay? I’ll be better for you.”
“Promise?”
He tugs you into him, planting a soft kiss to your forehead. “Swear it on my life.”
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🍒 dc women’s reaction to you shaving. (suggestive. smut? fem!reader)
₊⊹ DIANA OF THEMYSCIRA: SUPPORTIVE
She didn’t seem like she liked what you’ve done. She looked… the exact opposite. She didn’t even believe you when you said you’ve shaved. Diana had to see if you were saying the truth to believe you completely.
And when she saw that you actually had shaved, she cleared her throat before saying anything. You bit your bottom lip as you scanned her reaction. You weren’t sure how she felt— you were sure she felt like that, too. She seemed very confused.
“Alright,” She said, her hand dove deep into her curly black hair. “You shaved your bush.” She said in a louder voice. You nodded, your teeth still stuck in your lip. Diana pressed a kiss into your kneecap. “It’s okay— not the end of the world, nor is it the end of your bush, right?”
“Yes, yes, right.” You replied, trying not to laugh.
“You make fun of me, my love, but you don’t understand how I feel about all of this right now.” A shiver went down your body when she pressed her finger on your bare pussy. “Next time you decide to do it, do not— For me, at least.”
₊⊹ TALIA AL GHUL: DISAPPOINTED
“You shaved your bush?”
You could never forget the emotions etched into her voice. The frustration was flowing through her eyes and mouth, her frown got deeper every second she thought about your action.
“Talia, my love,” You grabbed her arms lightly, shaking her a little bit to make her look at you. “I thought you’d like it.”
You tried to console her but with your words she frowned even deeper. “Have I given you the impression that I didn’t like your bush?”
“God, no,” You sighed. You felt her hand snake around you and grab your waist, pulling your body towards herself. Her breath hit your face, she was so close to you. “It’s just I wanted to try something new, something I’ve never tried before.”
Her hand on your waist was rigid, holding you right where you were. You weren’t complaining. There was nothing more you liked than being on her arms like this. “Oh, Beloved, please don’t give me a heart attack like this again.”
You kissed her cheek, pressing your lips to her skin to stop yourself from laughing at her reaction. “As you wish, my love.”
₊⊹ KARA ZOR-EL: SARCASTIC
“You shaved it?” She asked. “All of it?” She patted Krypto’s head, who had been running around for attention.
“Yes, Kara, all of it.”
Krypto finally sat down and threw his body over Kara, who didn’t look like believed you. You knew so well her relationship with your cunt, especially your bush. She loved the feeling of it brushing her skin as she ate you out. She loved it when it tangled into her fingers she was rubbing the most sensitive parts of your body. She loved—
“But why?”
“Well, I… don’t really know. Wanted to try something out I guess.”
She gently pushed Krypto to the couch and got up to get in front of you. She held your hands, pulling you closer. You could smell the scent of the city all over her. Her Supergirl suit was still on…
“My darling, beautiful, amazing lover,” Kara thought a little more adjectives but then gave up. “Please, don’t do it again.” Kara’s palm made contact with your cheek. “I miss her already.”
“Stop talking like that!” You tried to pushed her but she didn’t move. You saw her grin on her face. “You know it makes me feel weird, Kara.”
“What? Treating your body like a goddess’ statue? You know I’ll never stop doing it.”
Even though it made you burn up with embarrassment, you liked it when she did it.
Kara tickled your side, “Promise you won’t even think about it again?” She held up her pinkie in front of your face.
“Is this a threat from the big bad Supergirl?”
“Nope. But can be if you make it to be. So… promise?”
You linked your pinkie with hers and nodded. “Promise.”
₊⊹ ZATANNA ZATARA: FLIRTY
It was right before her night show that Zatanna had realized you shaved earlier that day. She couldn’t have the time to make any comments about it because of the show— but after it, she came up to you before you could even congratulate her.
“So,” She said as she caught you in between her body and her vanity. Her hands were on the table, right next to you and her face was so, so close to yours. You were burning up. “You shaved, huh?” She had a crooked smile.
What was she planning?
One of her hands flied right into your hair and her fingers twirled your hair around. “I have.” You nodded. “You’re mad or something?”
“I might be,” She shrugged. “But… I am so happy right now. So, I am not giving you what you exactly want.”
When you tried to hug her waist, you felt your hands pulled down to your sides. Her magic. Your breath got caught in your lungs— You were getting excited.
She always knew how to elicit something from you.
“And what do I exactly want, Zee?”
Her fingers in your hair carried themselves to your chin, and she held your face like it was something precious like diamonds. Your eyes were wandering in between her eyes and lips.
“You want me to be mad at you— Mad enough to punish you, maybe.” She pecked your lips. “Not tonight, baby.” Her finger slipped over your lips. “I can’t be mad at you right now, but if you really want me to be mean, I can be.”
“Oh god, Zee…” Your lips caressed her finger tip as you spoke. “I love how well you know me.”
“Can say the same about you.”
You blinked and when you opened your eyes, you were in her bed.
₊⊹ STEPHANIE BROWN: ANGRY
“You did what?” Her shouts made you laugh. You threw your head back into the pillow as you giggled at her. She gently slapped the inside of your thigh. “Stop laughing, this is murder!”
Stephanie averted her eyes from your face and checked your pussy again to understand if she was seeing wrong or not.
She was not having a nightmare. You actually, really shaved your bush.
“No…” She whispered against your now bald skin.
“Steph, it’s not that bad.” You tried to make her look at you but she didn’t look up. “Also, it will grow back.”
“You better keep it.” She pushed herself up and climbed over your body, placing herself right on top of you. Her curls were flowing down and covering your face like a curtain.
“I will, don’t worry.” You rolled your eyes when she lifted one of her brows in disbelief. “I don’t like how it is right now, so I really, really won’t.” When her pout got bigger you grabbed her cheeks. “Steph! I promise, baby.”
“Ugh, fine, fine! But if you butcher your bush again, I will put a sex ban on you.”
You sighed. “That’s fair.”
Stephanie pushed her body off of you and fell right next to you in bed. She rested her head on your chest and you played with your hair, waiting for her shock to pass.
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aight im really sick of my mutuals being accused of ai over and over again and them having to defend themselves—which in and of itself is such a tedious task for writers who come on here to share their craft for free and genuinely for the love of the game—but since everyone wants to continuously be fucking stupid as hell, here’s some general notes on picking up whether something is ai or not:
shockingly, you have to fucking read thing you’re accusing of ai to figure out whether it’s ai or not. no, the use of em dashes (—) are not a giveaway for ai use; no, the phrasing “it’s not x, it’s y” is not a giveaway for ai use. oftentimes the biggest giveaway in fiction/creative-focused ai writing is the emptiness behind each word, metaphor, figurative speech, etc.
one of the hallmarks of great fiction or any form of creative writing is generally the voice an author brings to the text. think about your best friend telling you a story about their day over facetime or while you're hanging out or even on a discord call idfk. the story could be the driest, boring story you've ever fucking heard about someone's worklife, but it's the way your friend tells it to you that keeps you hooked and engaged: what was about some bitchass customer ordering the stupidest coffee order becomes this odyssey-like adventure because ur friend, endearingly, can't stfu! they're using such animated language, they're playing with pauses and pacing, they're bringing out this voice that is so uniquely theirs that the world from their eyes simply is a different color than you'll ever get to experience—and that's what makes it so interesting. a 5-minute interaction becomes a 2-hour conversation simply because your friend can tell a story.
so when you're reading some fic about idk bruce wayne dicking you down or whatever, what's keeping you there, besides the smut content, is the way the smut is written. does the writing leave room for you to get immersed? are you engaged with the story being told? does it fucking make sense? obv in a smutty bruce wayne fic, you're not going to see phrasing like "it's not x, but y" (could you imagine.."it wasn't his hand, but his dick" how erotic!), but the potential use of ai would come in through flattened language that doesn't make much sense given the narrative being told. although, given most llms today (maybe other than c.ai? idk how that one works tbh), you probably won't be able to get explicit smut generated off of fucking chatgpt or claude but to give another example—this time, fluff—you'll have to discern whether the fluffy 'jason-todd-taking-u-on-a-bike-ride' fic makes any fucking sense when you read it. yes, it has em dashes, but does it also have emotion? are you walking away from that fic feeling moved in any particular way? are you smiling like an idiot because the writer described holding onto jason todd's waist at a stoplight as if it was a fucking washboard or an omnichord where your fingers got lost in the melodic touch? yes, thinking of someone's waist and abdominal muscles as a fucking musical instrument is odd, but does it make sense within the realm of the paragraph? if it comes out of nowhere, sure! but if the writer turns that around and goes on a brief ramble about how loving jason todd is a musical feeling of some sort, it's not all that odd at the end of the day, is it? essentially, you have to (a) read and (b) use your brain.
ergo, instead of seeing an em dash and yelling "witch!" maybe ask yourself, as you read:
does this fic have the same vibe or linguistic voice as the others, or is that changing every fic?
does the figurative language used make any sense given the context of the story?
do the metaphors make sense or is it just straight bullshit?
does this read like a corporation tried to think about what i'd like as a consumer, rather than a reader?
does the language here feel very much like the writer is trying to sell me an idea, rather than tell me a story?
an important thing to note: the unfortunate reality is that within a year or two, ai will be almost indistinguishable from human-created writing. it’s the shittiest reality-check you’re gonna have to reckon with today, tomorrow, next month, next year, etc. but it’s here, it’s fucking up our creative spaces, it’s fucking up the land we live on, it’s fucking up our clean water supplies—it’s fucking up the very fabric of reality as we know it, accelerating us into zones of contention, hostility, and violence. in short, it’s the neocolonial frontier, the playground imperialism is stretching its grimy hands across and fucking us left, right, up, down, sideways, and on entirely new dimensional fields of existence we haven’t even fully realized yet. and while i can spend the rest of this already long ass ramble talking about just how exactly ai/llms are functioning as such, that’s an essay for another day; im mostly just here trying to tell yall to get a fucking grip and actually be intentional with how you interact and engage etc.
piggybacking off that: another thing to acknowledge is that not everyone is a good writer; it's a harsh truth, but as a critic i have every right to say this given the slop of our contemporary publishing landscape (and genuinely, there are better writers on tumblr than there are on bookstore shelves today). but with that being said, many current young and emerging writers are unfortunately trained in a world where ai is beginning to be accepted and used as a publishing standard. not going to unpack this idea to its fullest here, but there's a generation of emerging writers that learned how to write like shit from a lexicon of tiktok regurgitation and empty and meaningless youtube video essays. we can't blame them either, this is just the reality of our linguistic landscape developed on social media (hence why the generation after you will have a meme-language you won't be able to understand). so, yes, we're going to see writers who do write weirdly similar to ai, or carry this corporate-like language full of funky ass metaphors that make no sense and shit like "fostering a vibrant community" whatever tf that means
ultimately though, the more you read, the more you'll develop taste, and that's what'll help you determine if something is ai or not. that's the only thing that'll save you in a world so devastatingly polarizing in antagonizing the layman and pacifying us into stillness (which is the exact word i would use to describe ai writing actually!). in knowing yourself and, by extension, knowing what you like, you can build out a language that carries meaning, life, intention, and therefore cultivate a unique worldview just with this ever-moving language you collected. but u have to use ur fucking brain and know when to turn away from something: the world is going to feed you slop and the only weapon you have to defend yourself is being able to look at it and say "well, that was shit!" and move on.
also uh oh am I using ai because i dared to write this with an em dash that’s been a staple to grammar and punctuation across multiple languages for centuries, with literal fucking evidence tracing its uses back to 15th century printing presses, and possibly earlier but im no early modernist/medievalist??? guess I should just kms!!!!!
i also feel the need to add this disclaimer because ik there are people who cant fucking read and comprehend shit: i don't support ai, i don't fuck with ai, i hate ai, and i don't support writers who use ai. but, i also don't go around accusing people of using ai without substantial evidence to back up my fucking argument. if you're going to accuse anyone of ai, do so with your sources fucking cited. there's a reason they teach you that shit in school! again, the world is already so vile as hell, don't go around adding more bullshit to the mixing bowl
hiii what do u think is the most pet nickname used by each dc man (like bruce, dick, hal, roy etc)
BRUCE WAYNE -- "sweetheart"
def would be one of the main nicknames he'd call you. he's seen how love is expressed thru his parents and i would def see thomas call martha that. i think it would be even more meaningful to him if you two were married, calling you "sweetheart" softly with a voice reserved for you and only you: a contrast to the brooding voice he'd put on as batman or the fake charisma cocky voice he'd put on as "brucie" wayne
CLARK KENT -- "honey"
NO EXPLANATION NEEDED!!! like bruce, clark also saw how love was expressed thru his parents, jonathan and martha. i can def def DEF see his kansas accent slip a little bit whenever he'd call you "honey" (or any other nickname that's similar or cheesy in that lovestruck way lol) with that cheerful tone that never fails to brighten up ur entire day, no matter how bad of a day you've had
HAL JORDAN -- "angel"
okay this one i lowkey dont have much of an explanation for. it just sort of fits him right ifykwim, esp since he's always been portrayed as a charismatic and confident man. ntm he's was also part of the air force a long time ago (idk how thats relevant help) idk why but the idea of hal jordan calling you "angel" with that playful tone and his signature grin just fits more right than goldilocks and the three bears
JASON TODD -- "baby"
you're gonna have to give him grace when it comes to pet names LMAO. unlike others, he didn't have a good example of a healthy relationship during his childhood, hence why he often struggled with relationships. but with you, he was gentle-- almost scared-- to hold you in his hands, afraid that his blood stained hands would leave marks on you too. but as time passes by, you'd get used to jason calling you "baby", trying to sound casual but not hiding the fondness
help these were the ones that came in my mind and im lowkey too tired and drained to add more characters 😔 also bye i just realized how i use like the same five pet names for every character (tell me you've never been in a relationship without telling me you've never been in a relationship)
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