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What is this about the tumblr staff wanting to sell art data to midjourney?

An ex-colleague of mine mentioned yesterday that there may be contacts between Automattic and midjourney in that direction, but nothing is public yet and I don't have any more info. They probably won't have anything specific to share either, since they left the company weeks ago too. That being said:

I have no reason to doubt my ex-coworker word, they are a trustworthy person.

Tumblr's CEO has been absurdly enthusiastic (comically, even) about AI, and is a big fan of LLMs and 'AI' companies.

A deal with midjourney could solve tumblr financial issues (not the same company, but openAi is paying up to 5 million/year to news companies to use their content as training data... tumblr generates several orders of magnitude more content than any newspaper or any media company and it only would need a 20 to 30 million per year deal to be profitable)

So I don't have any extra info yet, but I'm keeping my ears open.

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Mostly spoiler free summary of my viewing experience

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one neat bonus of being a picky eater as a child is that adult life is filled with so many beautiful discoveries. have you guys heard about caesar salad? im turning 26 this week

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my favorite thing about the mystery genre is that we all accept the concept of "world famous detective" without hesitation even though that is absolutely not a real category of celebrity

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The thing they don't tell you about fried egg runny yolk is that if you put it in a sandwich it will be the best most delicious thing and you can mop up the egg with the bread, but in exchange you Will get so so messy and covered in egg yolk

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I don’t think humans should be living in studio apartments or little one bedroom apartments you can barely turn around in. It’s like how the minimum tank size requirement for a betta fish is technically 2.5 gallons but you’re a monster if you put them in anything less than 5 gallons. I think people deserve at least one extra room in their house.

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‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️I FOUND ONE‼️‼️🙌🙌

coming out of my 300 year long tumblr slumber to search for bg3 tword content,,,,there must be some,,,

#its called love aggression by snuggbuggles and its on AO3 #its SO CUTE go check it out #its not a dedicated tickle fic but its still SO CUTE and fluffy #Bg3

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"cost of living crisis" give me a FUCKING break it's called "unprecedented corporate greed and income inequality" fucking cost of living crisis like it's just a natural or unexplainable phenomenon Christ

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,, my search has been unsuccesssful 😭 i have to do everything myself here istg

coming out of my 300 year long tumblr slumber to search for bg3 tword content,,,,there must be some,,,

#i kid of course #maybe i will write something once i have actually played a decent amount of it #bc rn i am still super early in the game #we shall see #anyway hi everyone im sorry i was gone #i met someone a long time ago who makes me very happy with lots of tickles so i havent needed to write anything for a long time #and I have also been busy with my degree and stuff so fics arent really a priority anymore #but i think i may come back for a bit just to reblog a few things #anyway

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day 9: (mad) scientist

Sequel to Get Connected

It’s always nice when Essek is so cooperative and generous with his spells. Molly didn’t even have to threaten him this time.

“Well now, let’s see…” He cracks his knuckles, and the little blue tiefling girl between his knees grins in anticipation. “Where would you like to start?”

Jester bites her lip thoughtfully. “Mm… Stomach, maybe?”

There’s movement out of the corner of his eye, and he casts a quick glance aside to where Caleb has wrapped both arms around his middle.

“Just get it over with,” he breathes, not meeting either of their gazes.

Mollymauk grins conspiratorially at Jester. “Come now, do you really mean that?”

Seemingly despite himself, Caleb peeks up at him with a look that tells him all he needs to know. Mollymauk prods Jester in the side, earning two distinct high-pitched yelps for his mischief.

“Excellent.”

Immediately, he’s tickling over the curve of Jester’s tummy, nails dancing over the plush softness of her dress. The jewelry on her horns jingles as she throws her head back, giggling wildly.

“Oh—oh, ahaha, you—you’re very ticklish, Caleb—” she squeaks, wriggling. Delightfully, she isn’t trying to get away at all. Not uncommon, at least, not for her, but it does make tormenting the wizard a bit more of a sure thing.

For his part, Caleb’s got both hands clamped over his face, presumably in some hopeless attempt to hide his blush. His shoulders are shaking in silent laughter, overwhelmed by whatever combination has been created of Jester’s ticklishness and his own crippling sensitivity. It’s dreadfully endearing, all told.

“Is he more ticklish than you, here?” Mollymauk asks, half-teasing and half-curious. Jester nods, which. Cute. He makes a mental note to keep track of this sort of thing; maybe he should talk to Beau about keeping statistics. “I see. How about here?”

His fingers brush lower, over the tops of her hipbones, and she squeals and grabs his wrists in a rush. “Nohoho—I mehean, no, but also—ahaha, not there, Molly!”

“Oh, is this a good spot?” Mollymauk’s claws pinch at the squishy bit at the bottom of her tummy, his thumbs massaging just inside the bowls of her hips, and Jester screeches, all fangs and flushed cheeks.

“Nnahaa—oho, please! Plehease!!”

“Begging already?” Mollymauk teases, but she doesn’t get a chance to defend herself. Caleb is flopping over a few feet away, stamping his feet on the carpet in desperation.

“Eeehe, enough, enou—Scheiße, arschloch! Erbarme dich!” he snorts, laughing helplessly into his hands. He looks good enough to eat, wriggling like an overstimulated kitten and letting out the most adorable sounds. He actually squeaks when a stray tickle brushes the outer edge of Jester’s belly button.

Mollymauk tries not to blush. It can be tricky to notice on a tiefling, but Jester could see right through him if she caught a glimpse.

Jester’s looking a little purple herself, which isn’t too surprising—it’s usually her hips that break her. And if she survives that, there’s always her thighs. But of course, Mollymauk wouldn’t want to be selfish with Essek’s spells. And Jester could go all day, but the wizard can be much more finicky. Best to get his plans in motion sooner rather than later.

In one swift move, he flips the tiefling between his knees. Jester lets out an “oof” as she lands facedown in the carpet, giggling into her smushed nose.

“What’re you—eep—”

Molly’s hands are already scurrying up her sides again, fiddling with the backs of her ribs in a way that makes his two victims cackle.

“I have a hypothesis,” he says, grinning as Jester’s fists find carpet and hair and everything in reach except his tickling fingers. “And I’d like to test it out.”

“Hyp-ah, hee, a hypothesis?” Jester squeaks. Mollymauk’s dancing touch converges on her lower back, just above the base of her tail. He glances at Caleb exactly in time to see him spasm, his eyes widening.

“N-nohoho, Molly, no—”

Oh, good. He’s figured it out.

“You remember what I said last time, I assume?” Mollymauk asks him. Caleb looks like he’s trying to decide whether curling into a ball would be a good idea. “A secondary experiment?”

His fingers have not stilled on Jester’s back, and one claw tickles ruthlessly at the spot where her tail meets her back, exactly where it always drives him crazy. Sure enough, Jester squeals and kicks, feet thumping against the floor.

“Mehehean!” she cries, but it pales in comparison to the shriek that Caleb lets out as his entire spine attempts to fold in half.

Mollymauk smiles.

“The t-tail is unfair, M—oho, HA!” Lithe violet fingertips scamper up the length of Jester’s tail, anticipating each defensive twitch and wriggle with grace and mercilessness. Claws graze over the ridges, seeking the spots that work best on Molly’s own tail— about six inches up the underside, the one that Yasha knows about near where it hangs by his knee, the smooth stretch just before the spade at the tip. Jester responds beautifully, squirming and shrieking with laughter, succumbing to the instinctual panic but still staying generous enough not to whip her tail out of reach.

Caleb doesn’t even maintain a fraction of that control. He’s screeching into the floor, beet red and smiling wider than Molly’s ever seen, waving his hands frantically at an empty space behind his back. Once, he attempts to crawl over to the tieflings, to… stop them? Encourage them? Tough to say, but regardless, Mollymauk scratches just under the spade of Jester’s tail and he collapses with a wail.

He seems not to know what to do with himself—he’s long lost his ability to speak, much less explain himself, and has resorted to some kind of wild thrashing that might be helping… if he had a tail. Without one, he just seems to be doing his best impersonation of a beached octopus.

Well. Hypothesis answered.

Still, no one could begrudge Mollymauk a little extra fun.

Devilish, he flutters the tips of his claws over the very end of the tail, and Jester and Caleb squeal, their loudest yet. Jester’s is so high-pitched that it sounds like she’s trying to echolocate, and Molly just can’t help himself—he bursts out laughing, dropping Jester’s tail and pressing his forehead in between her shoulder blades with the force of his mirth.

Her whole torso is shaking, quivering with the vibrations of leftover giggles that peter out like a sputtering candle flame. She’s just too adorable, Mollymauk has to give her another goose to the ribs. Her squeak nearly makes him collapse into giggles again, but he manages to control himself enough to look over at their resident puddle of wizard.

Caleb’s still red from the tips of his ears all down his neck, and his chest is heaving under his book holsters, trying to control the last few threads of laughter that are leaking from the corners of his mouth. He notices Molly looking, and buries his face in his hands.

Molly grins. “All right over there?”

Caleb hiccups. Cute.

“Well,” Molly says cheerfully, scritching fondly between Jester’s horns and smiling when she purrs, “my curiosity’s sated. I’ll have to come up with another hypothesis for next time we’re at an inn, hm?”

“Ooh, yes, there’s so much else!” Jester beams, wriggling around between Mollymauk’s knees until she’s face-up again. “I wonder if Yasha’s wings are ticklish?”

“Only one way to find out.”

Mollymauk jerks his head up, whipping around to stare at Caleb. The wizard’s wearing a sheepish little grin, peeking out from between his fingers.

“I mean…” he continues, “if the two of you would like, of course.”

Fuck. That’s hopelessly cute. Mollymauk can’t not tickle him.

He only barely hears Jester’s screeches of “The spell, Molly!” before he’s on Caleb with wriggling fingers, and gods, all three of them are already giggling.

#holy SHIT #adorable #this made my day :) #cr #critrole #tickle fic #ticklish!caleb #ticklish!jester #mollymauk

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coming out of my 300 year long tumblr slumber to search for bg3 tword content,,,,there must be some,,,

#i return

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carefully, he’s a hero

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🦋🐢🦋

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shoutout to anthropomorphic snakes in animated movies doing poses that would normally require arms by creatively using their coils as arms instead. gotta be one of my favorite genders