break some bread for all my sins

Steph (she/they). 18+. hp multishipper (fuck JKR). suits usa. teen wolf. spn. merlin. btvs.

[a-silly-poll-side-blog-yay]

the last food you ate is your nickname now how is it going

good

bad

great

awful

results

Remaining time: 2 days 7 minutes

[coughloop]

waiter can i have another menu now i finished reading this one

[inkskinned]

my most ungrounded and unresearched fear is that so many companies are pushing AI in part because it builds them a pathway towards a subscription model for a huge number of things that should not be subscription, but theoretically could be:

do you want to talk to verizon's help desk because there's an error on your bill? to access a real agent, you have to pay for Verizon Access+, only 5.99 a month.

want to filter out all the fake job postings from the real ones? subscribe to Indeed: Advanced Tactics and only verified postings will appear on your dash.

sick of the infinite ai slop? buy Google Premium; it'll automatically detect ai within a site and gives it a credibility score. with premium plus, you can shuffle high-credibility results to the top.

do you want a "luxury" experience? well, you'd have to pay for that luxury, and since the company sure doesn't want to pay its employees; the cost would fall to the consumer.

when automation has made every experience unpleasant; the experience of genuine humanity will be commodified.

[marzipanandminutiae]

This is already happening – one of the softwares used by a museum I work at only lets you talk to a human help agent if you have their premium subscription. It's such bullshit

[inkskinned]

the fact you are not the only one in these notes saying "no this is already happening; i have to pay money to speak to a representative" is just... really awesome! you said a software used by museums is doing this shit? okay! great! wonderful!! anybody know where i can scream

[genderkoolaid]

*gets out a big megaphone* sanitizing female characters by removing all moral ambiguity and their ability to make complex choices is not any more feminist than demonizing them. you have to learn to appreciate female characters without finding some way to simplify their personhood into either "evil bitch" or "perfect pure girlboss." it is still dehumanizing to view women as virtuous morally pure angels of light who can do no wrong. thats just bog standard benevolent misogyny.

[sailatina3]

Orgasm denial. Orgasm anger. Orgasm bargaining. Orgasm depression. Orgasm acceptance.

[tortagnamgnam]

This is the lucky clover cat. reblog this in 30 seconds & he will bring u good luck and fortune.

[unclebabie]

THIS ONE!!! THIS IS THE ONE THAT WORKS!!!!!

I reblogged him the day i started treatment and 1. GOT TO MY APPOINTMENT ON TIME 2. FOUND A FREE PARKING TICKET SOMEONE LEFT IN THE METER FOR ME AND 3. GOT FREE STARBUCKS AFTER MY APPOINTMENT!!!!!

[cutedemonbabe]

I’m convinced bc I reblogged this on Friday, got hired at a job I had a million interviews for, went on a first date that went well, and got kissed a billion times so like hell ya to the luck cat

[j24354657687901]

I love the good luck cat. And we can all use a little luck

[teen-teen-catastrophe]

Indeed we can! :3

[lettermanjack]

Love good luck kitty :)

[pepsithecloud]

kitty cta

[creepymutelilbugger]

fearsome fangs friday!!!!!!!!!! bite everyone

[bandtshirt]

do y’all remember before direct messages tumblr had a dumbass ask limit of 10 per hour and communication was impossible until they introduced dumbass fan mail and we were basically sending telegraphs back in forth trying to communicate those were…dark times

[spelledslots]

Do y'all remember when they finally gave us direct messages and instead of doing it normally, they gave it to a few people at a time and we had to infect each other with it like a virus

[hometoursandotherstuff]

[echojulietfoxtrot]

Hello, I work for a large moderately evil corporation and for at least five years now I have to sign a yearly thing to say I will never ever have one of these devices in the same room as me while I work.

My large moderately evil employer takes it for granted that these things are spying on me at all times, and you should too.

[mogblin]

the thing about job searching is i see all these job postings and im like i dont wanna do any of this for any of you

[thegayshitposter]

Me: I’m going to utilize this weekend properly and get stuff done

Also me: *spends 8 hours on YouTube*

               *binge watches a TV series*

               *reads 100K words fanfic*

               *listens to the same 5 songs for the umpteenth time*

[writingdose]

being a writer is fun

[write-on-world]

[bewarethesmirk]

Watching grown ass men cry to All to Well the short film on YouTube is a favorite hobby of mine.

[thememedaddy]

[bewarethesmirk]

@drarrymicrofic | words: 200ish | beta: @narrativenicole | prompt: bound

The cold chokes Draco even as he unfolds himself from his wool coat. Even as the Muggle pub suffuses him in warmth. 

“Potter.”

Maybe it’s the earnestness in Potter’s gaze. 

Maybe it’s the fact that he’s meeting Potter here, again. At this wayward Muggle pub, sipping ales for hours and listening to Potter chatter and provoke.

Why had Potter asked him here? Sequestered him one day in the Ministry atrium.

(Malfoy, would you try this pub with me?)

Is it pity? Is it boredom? Is Draco a charity case?

(Draco would’ve, should’ve said no, but the green eyes and the eyelashes and the hope.)

A week into this forsaken arrangement, Granger had stopped by his office to tell him he was doing Harry good and had given him a meaningful look. Probably something only discernable to other Gryffindors.

Draco wants to say no to these weekly meetings, but he’s bound to the debts he owes Potter, big and small, up to and including the embers of treacherous rightness that fill him up when Potter laughs at him, emerald eyes aglow.

“Draco,” Potter greets him.

 Draco chokes on the warmth, his heart strung tight–a thread, almost tangible, connecting him to Potter.

[ira-dunfort]

@drarrymicrofic | prompt: butt | word count: 50 (a first!)

"Boobs or butts, Potter?" Seamus asked him, quite sloshed and pouring more.

"Huh?" Harry blinked his eyes back into focus on the table he sat at.

"Do you prefer big boobs or a big butt?"

Harry's eyes drift back towards Draco three tables over, who is flat all over. "Neither?"

[berryinnit]

t-shirt with the words “high-functioning corpse” printed on it