I'm actually completely done having an even remotely "well, maybe, only if used correctly..." opinion on "AI" used for anything remotely related to design or creation (yes, even software development, yes, even essays, yes, anything). This stuff needs to be culled from existence, and I will never support it. I'm not touching it with a ten-foot pole. It is morally bankrupt from the concept alone. I literally don't care if we ever come to have the most "perfect" regulations, when the entire thing's only purpose is to never need artists OR HUMAN INPUT again. It spits on humanity and expects to be hailed as the greatest achievement, and then has the audacity to use the excuse that it will give power to random people when its intentions are the opposite. I don't know how much more clearly I can state that they want us all gone. If we're still around, it's because they're still in the process of how to replace us, and this keeps getting worse at an alarming pace. Art is literally the only remaining cornerstone of humanity that had been untouched by this bullshit and now it's in serious trouble, while people laugh at how funny their AI covers sound and how cute their automated, regurgitated art is.
(And even beyond that? For things such as writing? I don't know how you don't see the repercussions of literally having a machine do basic brainwork for you. I thought we laughed at this years ago!)
There is no immediate salvation except to reject this wherever it pops up while we still have a chance.
If you use AI for anything, even just "for fun", you're harming everyone, and I hope you know that.
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TFW she takes your boyfriend in the divorce😔
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Every little thing she does makes me want to fuck her senseless. Like a primal urge. I just want to mount her and thrust into her until I’ve exhausted every bit of energy in my body and she’s a drooling brainless mess.
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If you’re a puppyslut I highly recommend woofing or yipping or barking while being fucked. It feels so good not to use words and if you’re lucky your owner will fuck you even more enthusiastically.
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Rip Chris Dollanganger you would have loved studyblr bujocommunity
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"I remember her then in the crowd seeing off the court couturier, a true master of his craft, to his last journey. Her pale skin burned in an instant, taking in every touch of the departing rays of the sun. She still could not seem to believe what had happened, her mind replayed their last dialogue before the tragedy. He might have been a strange, aloof man, but with her he could spread his wings and reveal his true beauty. Such transformations are especially pleasant, when you yourself become a better person. Unforgettable moments. The tears have time to dry before they fall - a strong wind picked them up over the cliff, where the ashes of the deceased had time to sink into the foam of the sea
How swift are our steps on earth: we remain a flash in the memory of those few who will leave the right of time to polish the perfect sculpture of our image, to take afterwards a worthy place in the annals of life...".
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This story came to my mind as I drew from subscribers description 🧚♀️💗
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People are who they are. The kindest and most respectful thing you can do to someone is to refuse to try to change them; and that means realizing a situation is futile and acting accordingly. You can believe in someone forever, and still not expect them to change. That's life.
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When their theme songs couldn't be more different except they share a leitmotif
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I don’t think there is anything more satisfying than touching wet pussy 🤤
All this because we kissed, you really missed me didn’t you. Your fingers just glide in effortlessly. Oh and the gasp when you slip one finger in then a second and she starts rocking her hips, grinding into your fingers barely able to continue the kissing that started it all.
Nothing is more glorious than wet pussy
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He’s saying words and I’m distracted by his stream of piss
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Love watching things like Bly Manor. Shipping content to keep my joyous optimism part of my heart happy, and a looming terror and dread to keep the saddened and fearful part of my heart occupied and tethered in place so it doesn’t wander too far. Keeps the anxiety occupied and on-task. Like giving crayons and a coloring page to a child at a restaurant.
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