Feb 1
made the mistake of going into the eloise bridgerton tag and wowza. definitely not doing that again.
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made the mistake of going into the eloise bridgerton tag and wowza. definitely not doing that again.
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me: "oh yeah I didn't show any signs of being autistic when I was younger"
the two hundred and sixty-four twist and turn word builders with fully documented word possibilities and "golden" combinations where each side has four words that have been rotting in my closet since fifth grade: "yeah"
the package of ten I just got and am working on: "yeah zey're only showing signs now"
I just saw those posters that have the Mister Rogers helpers quote over the shooter. And can I just say. Don't fucking do that. Don't share that image like it's a good quote for the situation.
I might understand that this is an inevitable outcome of what these execs have been doing. I might understand the sentiment and the desperation and the anger. I might not be able to muster up sympathy for the exec.
BUT the shooter is not a helper. Especially not a helper in the way Mister Rogers meant.
Those words are not about violence or revenge. They're not about mass catharsis. Those words are about the people who go to bat to get people the care they need. Those words are about the people who work to get medical debt forgiven. Those words are about the people working to change the system the ones who have taken and are taking steps to fix things. They're about the person who brings a meal to someone struggling, or listens and provides support. They're about the people who share information about how to navigate the broken system. They are about the people providing care and real help and alleviation of suffering.
To fix and help is harder than it is to break or shoot. Celebrate the actual helpers.
Artanis: Apologize to Cicero, now.
Astrid: Sorry I called you stupid. I thought you already knew.
I’ll be honest man that spray paint ass spot didn’t do it for me I cringed
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im so close to finishing the first chapter of a multichapter (2-4 chapters lol dont expect too much from me) fic i’ve been planning to write for so long. maybe i COULD have it ready by tomorrow (wsatw) who knows
Okay admittedly I don’t know much about how AI art works, but it kind of worries me that the main way we can distinguish it is by an incorrect number of fingers. Like, that seems like something that can and will be fixed rather quickly, and then one of the few litmus tests that we have will be suddenly gone. Or perhaps it already is, and the images that are incorrect are kept as decoys so that we think we can still distinguish them.
Walden BACC #561
Tess sobbed uncontrollably. All those memories and guilt she’d spent years burying came bubbling up to the surface like bile rising in her throat. Why had she ever allowed herself to believe she was worthy of friendship, love, a normal life? She could never have a normal life! She didn’t deserve to have it, her congenial doctor façade was merely a thin veneer for what she really was: a bloodsucking monster!
That awful night right after she was turned played itself in her mind over and over: the pain, the confusion, the all-consuming hunger and the brain-searing ecstasy she felt as she sank her teeth into that unsuspecting girl’s neck and gorged herself, leaving behind a bloodless husk...
Hayden felt like tearing her hair out in frustration. She’d fucked up, badly. How was she going to fix this?! She wanted to talk to Tess, explain, apologize, and her fiancée's sobs coming from downstairs completely terrified her.