Inkstained Parchment

Writing a single 100-word email with ChatGPT consumes approximately the volume of a standard bottle of water, the global infrastructure processing AI queries is projected to use the equivalent of half the United Kingdom's annual water withdrawal by 2027, and much of that water is being drawn from regions already experiencing severe drought. https://share.google/Ym6u0S9fQ0sFokqvi

heya!

this right here?

THIS IS ABSOLUTELY NOT REAL.

the "@staff" is just the bio text.

tumblr staff will not contact you through anything other than email or their official accounts, which will all have this badge:

DO NOT ENGAGE WITH THIS OR SIMILAR ACCOUNTS AND ABSOLUTELY DO NOT CLICK ANY LINKS FROM IT.

report and block. i'd also appreciate it if you shared this post, bc that blog was JUST created and was already tagging a LOT of people, and i know not everyone has the scam-sensing instinct, even if this might seem obvious to some.

"Bisexuality is a whole, fluid identity. Do not assume that bisexuality is binary or duogamous in nature: that we have "two" sides or that we must be involved simultaneously with both genders to be fulfilled human beings. In fact, don't assume that there are only two genders. Do not mistake our fluidity for confusion, irresponsibility, or an inability to commit. Do not equate promiscuity, infidelity, or unsafe sexual behavior with bisexuality. Those are human traits that cross all sexual orientations. Nothing should be assumed about anyone's sexuality, including your own."

We don't talk enough about how the first thing Isaiah got to feel when being released from prison was Sam restoring a sense of normalcy to him. Falling back on their rapport with one another, and then gentle reassurance, a smile, and a tight hug.

Isaiah gets out of that place that was nothing but horror and trauma for him, that without a doubt brought back the phantom memory of painful touches, of needles and scalpels and restraints, dark and horrible confinement that he fully believes he will not be able to escape a second time in this life... and the first thing he gets in freedom is connection, lightness, gentleness, and connection.

Do you think Isaiah had to struggle not to hold Sam too tight, because he needed to cling to him for a moment, feel his friend in his arms, be sure that this is real. But Sam IS real, and solid, and frail, and broken in different ways than Isaiah is, because he jokes about broken bones like it's nothing, like his near death pales compared to Isaiah's. And Isaiah can feel that, has to remind himself how terribly easy it is to break Sam Wilson, and how beautifully, horribly stubborn the man is, refusing to do as told, refusing to let Isaiah go quietly into the night alone?