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lemoneste · 2 years
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Generals!
Din: damn so she hasn’t been a depressed scary wizard her whole life that’s wild.
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atldiscourse · 24 days
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why are you so obsessed with a bunch of old dudes? wild take for someone with a discourse blog but go off i guess? I'm so sorry if you think you're hot ...
bbg the ask was about a hot friend of mine 🤭
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dishwatergothic · 1 year
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hey bitches no more uterus hehe
they let me keep it whole in saline hheheh
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ryllen · 3 months
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and some extra unused stuff while they are in affectionate mood
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inkskinned · 1 year
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the rise of AI art isn't surprising to us. for our entire lives, the attitude towards our skills has always been - that's not a real thing. it has been consistently, repeatedly devalued.
people treat art - all forms of it - as if it could exist by accident, by rote. they don't understand how much art is in the world. someone designed your home. someone designed the sign inside of your local grocery store. when you quote a character or line from something in media, that's a line a real person wrote.
"i could do that." sure, but you didn't. there's this joke where a plumber comes over to a house and twists a single knob. charges the guy 10k. the guy, furious, asks how the hell the bill is so high. the plumber says - "turning the knob was a dollar. the knowledge is the rest of the money."
the trouble is that nobody believes artists have knowledge. that we actively study. that we work hard, beyond doing our scales and occasionally writing a poem. the trouble is that unless you are already framed in a museum or have a book on a shelf or some kind of product, you aren't really an artist. hell, because of where i post my work, i'll never be considered a poet.
the thing that makes you an artist is choice. the thing that makes all art is choice. AI art is the fetid belief that art is instead an equation. that it must answer a specific question. Even with machine learning, AI cannot make a choice the way we can - because the choices we make have always been personal, complicated. our skills cannot be confined to "prompt and execution." what we are "solving" isn't just a system of numbers - it is how we process our entire existence. it isn't just "2 and 2 is 4", it's staring hard at the numbers and making the four into an alligator. it's rearranging the letters to say ow and it is the ugly drawing we make in the margin.
at some point, you will be able to write something by feeding my work into a machine. it will be perfectly legible and even might sound like me. but a machine doesn't understand why i do these things. it can be taught preferences, habits, statistical probability. it doesn't know why certain vowels sound good to me. it doesn't know the private rules i keep. it doesn't know how to keep evolving.
"but i want something to exist that doesn't exist yet." great. i'm glad you feel creative. go ahead and pay a fucking artist for it.
this is all saying something we all already knew. the sad fucking truth: we have to die to remind you. only when we're gone do we suddenly finally fucking mean something to you. artists are not replicable. we each genuinely have a skill, talent, and process that makes us unique. and there's actual quiet power in everything we do.
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15-lizards · 1 year
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The sequel to this: ASOIAF clothing styles!
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The Westerlands and The Reach def have similar styles bc they’re so close to each other and have similar climates. Like with their hair, they love showing off their wealth and opulence, so gowns are made from the finest fabrics and are heavily detailed with embroidery, puffed sleeves, and short bodices
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The North is so big that what a person wears definitely influenced by location (near the wall, near the vale, or near the riverlands) but in general, there are a lot of high necked, tight fitting gowns for practicality. Made of thick, heavy fabrics but with wide sleeves and lots of embroidery to make it look pretty!
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Dorne is full of colors to offset the beige of the desert. They use a lot of long, loose, airy fabrics so that they can have detailed and intricate outfits but still be covered from the sun and not be overheated. Location determines how covered up they are because of the heat. Detailing is VERY big, especially golden embroidery and lining.
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I think in the Stormlands, clothing is more durable than anything else, no wispy fabrics here.They’re fairly similar to the north, with thick and sturdy fabrics, high collars, and long sleeves to keep out the constant rain. However I think they love metal accessories and jewelry on their gowns, and put it everywhere
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And the Riverlands have a much more “casual” silhouette than the Reach or the Vale, with a drop waist or a loose dress than only gives you figure when you wear a belt. Low necklines and long sleeves I think, because the weather is not freezing but not Dornish either. I think a lot of soft fabrics too, for those who can afford velvet and such
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mossy-aro · 1 year
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why do allos insist on viewing relationships in the most boring ways imaginable
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bajablastable · 1 month
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yipee
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t8oo · 5 months
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wat the hell did he want
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assiraphales · 1 year
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joel should not have lied to ellie. but the question remains, how could he give her the choice? truly? the fireflies put her on the operating table. they drugged her. did not ask for her consent. if presented with the question, she most likely would have said yes to the procedure. and marlene assumed that but she didn’t ask. she didn’t ask! bc they had already decided to sacrifice a 14 year old no matter what her answer was. and joel BEGGED to be brought to ellie. to talk to her. to see her face again. and they refused. he didn’t automatically decide this would end in violence. he didn’t want it to end in violence. in all honesty, I’m surprised he kept as calm as he did for as long. but what option did he have? if joel tried to talk it over they would have shot him and then ellie, all without her knowledge. when was he supposed to ask her how she felt? the fireflies had already decided her fate
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rewritingcanon · 2 months
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scorpius who is always like “i secretly feel i dont deserve a place in the world so i always accept people’s treatment of me even if its bad bcuz im not worth fighting for, i know i have sins to repent for that are older than me” vs albus who is always like “i deserve better and scorpius deserves better and im tired of acting like things out of our control is our fault and i dont care if im the only one getting pissed about it, i have enough anger for us both.”
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alienaiver · 1 year
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"scoot over."
iwaizumi looks at you as a confused grunt leaves him, his body unmoving from where it's settled in the nest of your pillows. you pout, "scoot over, haji."
"hah?" his eyebrows raise as he sits back up on his elbows to look at you, your head resting in your palm as you're turned towards him. he wants to admire your pyjama's and settle his beating heart from going into overdrive, wants to have an emotional reaction to you using his first name (and a nickname) for the first time, but your unusual demand is keeping him from it, "don't you wanna cuddle?" he asks then and you sigh before you let your head hit your pillow, "bacon sleeps on that part of my pillow."
his eyes widen at you. really? you're sleeping next to the each other for the first time and you're worried about the cat? iwaizumi accidentally scoffs and prepares a gruff joke but the glare you immediately send his way stops him. "he doesn't like you very much to begin with, i think you should be careful about hogging his spot, too. he's very particular."
iwaizumi lets his head hit the pillow too with a sigh and it isn't until you hear the all too familiar sound of iwaizumi's rival, bacon, enter the stage. you coo at him as he crawls over iwaizumi (he didn't need his ribs, anyways) to settle. the cat stops and sends a curious gaze at the situation in front of him. if iwaizumi knew cats better, he'd say it was challenging him. you laugh and push at iwaizumi, "c'mon haji, scoot. he's waiting."
he gives the cat his best glare before he grumbles out unintelligible words and moves towards the edge of the bed. the cat wastes no time in crawling over to its designated spot and settles with you scratching its back. to iwaizumi's surprise, bacon settles with his face turned towards him, his eyes unblinking and unmoving as they watch iwaizumi. as if waiting for him to leave. what a deeply unsettling cat.
iwaizumi hears you giggle as you blindly reach for his hand, "i'm sorry. i promise he'll get used to you soon enough. if it's any consolation, he'll probably go for the foot of the bed in a few hours."
a few hours.
how wonderful. iwaizumi grips onto your hand as well and squeezes, "you're lucky i love you."
and then there's silent. he's unsure if you already fell asleep, straining his ears to listen after your breathing. he's about to say your name when your breath hitches and you punch his hip, "you can't just say it like that so casually! oh my god i stopped breathing for a second!"
iwaizumi's eyes are wide as he tries to make out your silhouette in the dark. he can faintly see you hiding your face in the fur of your cat as its now your turn to mumble unintelligible sounds.
then it dawns on him and he can't help but laugh from the bottom of his stomach as he holds a hand to his own face.
you're the first partner he's ever said it to.
the cat jumps up and leaves the bed. he didn't need his organs either, he faintly thinks as it uses him as its jumping point to leave. you scoot to hide in iwaizumi's chest, "i love you too, y'know."
he wraps his arms around you and kisses the crown of your head, trying to control the happiness and warmth inside of him at your words.
he can live with bacon, if he gets you.
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latibvles · 1 month
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the crinkles by callum Turner’s eyes when he smiles rb if u agree
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sunnibits · 2 months
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loving reminder as someone who struggles with food: you are allowed to add joy to your food. you are allowed to add a little joy even if it’s a tiny thing, something silly or something weird. you are allowed to do it whenever you want, as many times as you want. anything that makes food easier and more enjoyable for you is worth it!! it’s your food, you can decide what to do with it!! you can add rainbow sprinkles to your ice cream. you can cut your food into little heart shapes. you can pack your snacks into cute little bento boxes. it is not pointless or childish, it is an effective and active coping tool that you are allowed to use.
give yourself a little joy. the little things add up.
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osaemu · 4 months
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i think it's weird when ppl use tw's for lowercase letters bc if ur actually getting triggered by that u don't belong on the internet
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tchaikovskaya · 27 days
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I think there’s some acceptable middle ground between violently policing the behaviors of others in public that pose no true harm to anyone but the person doing them and dismissing concerns about overtly antisocial behavior as “pearl clutching” actually
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