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Is it okay for white people to have brown eyes?
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alright I've got to do some quick math to explain attitudes towards AI to my boss.
we're looking to create an AI policy, and when we were talking about this, my boss (older millennial) was genuinely shocked to hear that younger people do not (seem) to view AI positively (a la the recent commencement speakers being booed)
please rb for larger sample size!
Question 1/3
What is your age, and do you feel AI is a net positive or net negative in our lives today?
under 18, AI is a net positive
under 18, AI is a net negative
18-29, AI is a net positive
18-29, AI is a net negative
30-45, AI is a net positive
30-45, AI is a net negative
46-60, AI is a net positive
46-60, AI is a net negative
over 60, AI is a net postive
over 60, AI is a net negative
Question 2/3
How often do you visit or interact with museums/archives (whether in person or online)?
Frequently (multiple times per month)
Often (multiple times per year)
Occasionally (a couple times per year)
Rarely (once every couple of years)
Never :(
Question 3/3
If you saw a museum was using AI in exhibits, marketing, research, etc., would you be more or less inclined to visit that museum?
under 18, more inclined
under 18, less inclined
18-29, more inclined
18-29, less inclined
30-45, more inclined
30-45, less inclined
46-60, more inclined
46-60, less inclined
over 60, more inclined
over 60, less inclined
Thank you for helping with this data collection. Please rb for as big a sample as possible!
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It’s that time of year again so here is your yearly reminder that the world isn’t ending and people don’t hate you. The sun is just setting at 6 pm.
Please take your vitamin D
HEY SOUTHERN HEMISPHERE GIRLIES, ITS OUR TURN TO ENDURE THE DARK DAYS NOW, BUT STAY STRONG. THE WORLD IS NOT ENDING; THE SUN IS JUST SETTING AT 5-to-6 PM. BUT SHE WILL COME BACK TO US SOON. TAKE A VITAMIN D AND HANG IN THERE.
Reminder: if you work inside during daylight hours - go outside during your lunch break
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Yes my OTP has no hope of being canon. In my day people shipped cause they loved the game. We make our own rewards.
Would love a hazbin au where pilot!alastor is brought to canon!alastor’s universe.
It’s super important (to me) that pilot!alastor be in a romantic relationship with husk and generally have a better attitude towards people. He’s independent but understands the value in friendship and bonds. (He also Does Not Swear - impeccable manners, incredibly cordial except when wronged and even then it’s passive unless they’re full on fighting. He understands the importance of networking and whilst he doesn’t smooze per say, he’s charming)
Canon!alastor does not. Bonds are weakness. People are to be used. Becoming attached creates cracks that people can claw into and weaken his values, goals and he himself. He has no trust in people other than their habits and proven behaviours.
It’s all incredibly concerning for pilot!alastor. Intriguing too. He’s curious. What has caused this alastor to be the way he is? How did he end up so uncouth? So fickle? He wants to observe.
Alas, everyone is so very wary and suspicious of him. He guarantees this isn’t what he was going for when he was playing with the Powers That Be all the way back at home. In fact, he’s fairly certain he was in a fight and one of his newly created defensive devices were hit with something that did All This. He’s injured, has little access to his own magical abilities and is well out of his comfort zone.
The last thing he remembers is husker reaching for him, his eyes wide with worry and terror as Al was pulled into an inky void.
Pilot!alastor becomes quite curious of canon!husk. He hasn’t mentioned his relationship to his husker. Doesn’t see the point when he knows intrinsically that this husk isn’t anything like his own. They’ve similarities, but his husk isn’t jaded in the same way and is open and honest and lovely. To him. This husk….. he’s damaged. And he has a deal with this alastor. It’s most disappointing.
But he can’t help but reach out. He’s missing everything he’s used to. And husk… he’s always proven to be a comfort. He wants to see if that stands true.
Been doing a lot of thinking whilst not sleeping during the night so here’s a headcanon I’m tempted to flesh out-
Imagine husk and alastor were good friends. Imagine they drank together, talked, danced, hung out and trusted each other. They play cards, husk let’s alastor borrow some of his back rooms for his deals - yknow. They’re as close to friends as they could be without saying it.
Then one day, they’re both sloshed and teetering between raucous laughter and silly giggling fits when husk makes a pass at alastor. Mentions how he’d like to kiss him. Platonically of course! (But underneath he’s smitten. Doesn’t think it’ll go anywhere but hey, you lose 100% of the chances you don’t take)
And Al… he doesn’t take it well. Immediately he’s back with Vox. Who’s been dropping hints for months and despite al’s hints at his not being interested - in his never being interested - he isn’t getting the hint.
Which leads to him laughing, grinning and offering to a deal. A deal that eventually has husk sobering up and eventually ends with his soul in al’s possession.
Imagine alastor’s back at the hotel after his deal w Vox and he’s……. Too happy? Too relaxed? Something’s off. And husk can tell even though he’s drowning in his own melancholy after angel’s heading back to Valentino.
Maybe he picks up on it so he doesn’t have to drown himself in his own feelings? Maybe it’s his brain going “I can’t deal w my own shit right now so let’s focus on Al”
Eventually Al joins him late one night for a drink. Lucifer’s just headed to bed and husk can tell the moment Al materialises in the seat that there’s something wrong.
They talk. Or at least, husk volleys a few gentle questions alastor’s way but otherwise stays quiet. He’s an old hand at this - people will give you information if you’re patient enough. And Lo and behold three drinks in and al’s back bows and his ears and shoulders sag.
They end up talking about the good old days. Husk takes it as Al rubbing in that he owns his soul until he picks up on the yearning in it. On the anger when alastor compares their friendship to Al and vox’s.
“You both wanted more than I was willing to give.”
It takes a moment (husk’s buzzed, his brain isn’t working at 100%), but it clicks - “what? The kiss?”
Their conversation ramps up. Both growing frustrated - husk because Al won’t just fucking say what he means and alastor because he thinks husk is being obtuse on purpose.
“Al, if you said no, that would’ve been it. No matter my sins, rape isn’t one of them. Consent is important to me.”
“Yes, I’m sure. Then you’d ask again the next time we partook in a beverage, then the next and the next until you’re asking me to reconsider. You’d show me how good we could be together. How powerful we could be. How good you’d-“ he shivers, grimacing as he throws back the rest of his whiskey, “make me feel.”
“… al, did Vox-“
“No.”
“Al, look at me. Whatever your answer was. I’d respect that. Back then and now.” Al looks fragile - whether because he’s tired of all of it, or because enough’s enough. Husk puts the glass and cloth down as he reaches out a hand to Al, palm up, “you want me to leave I will - though you’re not allowed behind my bar. You want me to listen, I will. You want me to hold your hand, let you lean on me, hold you - whatever you need. I’ll do it.”
Al doesn’t look like he believes him. Not for a long moment. But then, he slowly places his hand in husk’s.
Then his words don’t stop for what feels like hours.
It doesn’t happen straight away. But they become closer again - it’s an extremely slow process - it takes months. But eventually Alastor leans on husk in ways he hasn’t done since before he gained his soul and husk confides in alastor as he tells alastor about his feelings for Angel. And they both flesh out what their own friendship will ultimately look and feel like.
“I liked you back then, Al. And I’m not being crass - I know you don’t get it and your not interested - but I’d still take you to bed even now, if you gave me the chance. What can I say? I’m a sucker for a pretty face. But the feelings? I’ve folded. I only see you as a friend.”
“And friends cuddle now, do they?” Alastor asks from his place resting against husk’s chest. They’re laying on a lounge in front of the fire in the main area. Both their ears pricked for incoming footsteps. It’s the closest they’ve gotten - usually they sit shoulder to shoulder, sometimes husk curls an arm around alastor. This is… something else. And husk would be lying if he said his heart wasn’t warm and beating the loudest it’s done in a while.
“The newbies aren’t as emotionally stunted as we were growing up, Al. And this therapy bullshit has made one thing clear - we gotta talk.”
“And your would be paramour isn’t going to take this the wrong way?”
“He might if I don’t talk to him. But he’s still with that prick Valentino, so it’s a moot point right now.”
They lay in silence for a while. Eventually husk shifts and his wing ends up hovering alastor as husk meets Al’s eyes and waits for the nod that eventually comes. He wraps it around alastor and his hand ends up on Al’s head stroking up and down one of his ears. The radio demon hums, sighs and eventually sags on top of husk, until he’s snoring softly and his breath is ruffling the fur on husk’s chin.
Husk thinks about what could have been - about him and the radio demon. Him and Angel dust. What the future could bring. He wants it. Wants friendship that doesn’t end because he’d fallen for a friend again, doesn’t want to give up on Angel because he’s a loser who’s lost and feeling as alone as he could be.
He doesn’t think Angel will have a problem with his cuddling alastor on the regular if they did sort all this out. That’s if angel’s interested in an old alkie like him anyway…
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And when Angel does come back husk doesnt confess or anything. Cause he realises Angel needs to heal and be on his own for a while. They still talk and flirt and all that but it soon becomes clear that they’re friends too.
Angel’s too much of a kid for husk. He wants to party. And husk… well. Despite both their interests it’s a roll of the dice if he’d be able to keep up with him. They’ve talked about it, and it’s almost an inside joke at this point. How their romantic feelings have simmered down.
And then Angel pelts him with a truth bomb, “yknow, you and smiles have a good thing goin’.”
“What’re you talking about?”
“Don’t think I don’t see how you look at him. And those cuddle sessions of yours are happenin’ nearly every night. And he looked like he wanted to gut Jolene when she was flirtin’ with you the other night.”
And hoo-boy does that throw husk for a loop. He’s confused because yeah, they have been. Usually in either of their rooms now that there are more people living in the hotel. Sometimes they even sleep together, under the covers, arms wrapped around each other. Mostly because they were talking or listening to the radio together and it was too much of a bitch to get up and go back to their rooms.
They come down to breakfast together. Al’s brushed the dust and lint off husk’s tie and suspenders and hat and husk has found and placed al’s monocle with purpose…
Even when husk had woken up with morning wood pressed up against Al’s backside, Al had taken it… better than husk would have guessed. It hadn’t even really been awkward, husk has just shuffled off to have a shower before Al had offered to dry him and help brush out his back and wings (and pet him on the regular - what the fuck, how had he missed that?) and husk had returned the favour when he’d made them a simple breakfast. No harm, no foul.
“Huh.”
And yeah, there had been a certain air of malicious intent when Al had manifested at the bar three nights ago. He’d even held husk’s hand on the bar for everyone to see. And husk had thought it was because he’d had an especially bad run of luck that week, but he had been almost sneering at Jolene as she’d cosied up to the bar.
She’d only been looking to convince husk to not cut her off. But that was a moot point. The bar was closing in 10 minutes anyway.
“Smiles may be interested in something now, whiskers. Maybe not a sexual relationship - he’s got dat ace thing going on. You gonna take that chance?”
And fuck, that’s the question isn’t it.
They’re sitting on two lawn chairs on the edge of alastor’s bayou, watching the fireflies do their thing whilst sharing a bottle of wine when alastor asks a question that has husk choking on his drink.
“Do you still wish to kiss me?”
And yes. Yes, he does. Forehead, nose, mouth, neck. Husk hasn’t stopped thinking about it since Angel and his chat.
“Why’re you asking?”
The silence from alastor is awkward. He’s rigid in his seat. Spine ramrod straight, shoulders up where his human ears would be, wine glass creaking in his grip. His grin is strained.
But husk is patient. He waits alastor out. Lets him formulate his words, his sentences with care whilst sipping on his drink. He’s bluffing utterly and completely. Inside his heart is rattling against his ribs, his stomach is queasy with excitement and nerves he refuses to acknowledge cause this really, honestly, could be nothing.
“I was under the impression that you had romantic feelings towards our resident spider.” He throws back the rest of his drink in one gulp, “but nothing has come of it. Is that correct?”
Husk shrugs, “we talked about it. Hell, we even slept together a few times - not like we do, Al. We had sex.” It’s the damnedest thing because Al looked most put out by that admission, “it’s fun. Friends can do that too, if they talk it out and are honest. And we’re both single besides. I’m monogamous at heart - S’too much work otherwise.”
“You’ve really taken therapy to heart, dear husker.”
“Might as well. If I’m spouting that bullshit or the princess is around most of the day, something’s gonna stick.” Husk refills alastor’s glass, “but we realised we’re better staying friends. He’s got too much energy for an old man like me if you catch my drift-“ Al’s face said he didn’t, “-and he’s got a lot of growing to do, besides. He should learn who he is on his own.”
“I see…”
“Besides, we both realised that despite my best interests, my heart hadn’t put out an old flame I’d been carrying around.” He grins despite himself, “Yeah, turns out this guy owns my soul. But pretty comfortably lives rent-free in my heart as well. He’s like the energiser bunny, bouncing around causing mayhem and chaos. Biggest pain in the ass. But he’s also got his quiet side. Likes reading by the fire, a good whiskey and gossiping about the other overlords and this rag tag group we call a family here. He’s cruel, vindictive and has a sadistic streak. But he’s also capable of kindness when he deems someone worthy enough. Guy brushes my fur and helps preen my wings, and keeps me well fed besides. I’ve not looked this good in decades, Al.”
Al regards him fondly, “You do look rather well put together, old friend. Your fur is utterly delightful.”
“Helps I’m taking in more nutrition than alcohol for the first time in decades.”
“Your diet really is atrocious, darling.”
They share a small laugh before they go quiet. After a few moments of listening to the night, husk moves his chair closer to alastor’s and sits on it sideways, leaning closer to alastor. He breathes, steadies his nerves and reaches for Al’s hand. Squeezes it gently before he meets alastor’s wide eyes.
“Al, we’ve been at this table before and I want to ask if I can deal you in. If you don’t want it, then that’s it. I’ll give you whatever space you want and there’ll be no hard feelings. But… I’m all in. I feel a lot for you, Al. I want to take this chance and see where we go.”
Al squeezes husk’s hand back, “I admit I have grown attached, husker. It’s not something I find myself able to easily admit. But I… do adore you, husker. Despite how surly you are, you’re a good time. My, you even keep up with me on the dance floor! For a time.”
He patted husk’s hand, “but i may never share your interest in the carnal pleasures. Is that something you’ve considered?”
“Sure I’ve thought about it, Al. You cut a fine figure in that suit, or hell, even out of it! As few times as that’s happened. And as much as I hope you’ll try, I ain’t gonna force you or expect it. It’s more important to me that you’re comfortable and happy.”
“And if you do desire to dance between the sheets?”
“Then we’ll talk.”
I hope next season has more husk/alastor interaction. My husk/al shipper soul needs more food, please and thank you
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Husk passes out at the casino and his huskettes and employees (specifically the cattier ones) all end up in a pile asleep. Yknow. As cats do.
Could you imagine if loser baby was husk’s villain song. Like, if he sung it whilst an overlord it was like, yeah we’re losers. What’s the point of trying to improve things. Shit’s always gonna be shit so spend that money, drink your booze and risk what little soul you have left
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