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i'm actually crine, why is twitter so fucking funny
not me getting back on byler tumblr to find out that super soaker was allegedly written by AI. i can’t tell you how many fics i have read lately that are clearly the work of ChatGPT. and using AI is a personal choice. but at least write a disclaimer on your fic summary so i can know to SKIP IT! AI is unimaginative, repetitive, lazy, nonsensical, boring, and disappointing. i’ve read first works from teenagers that are and always will be a million times better than using ChatGPT. now, i know there is an increasing intensity when it comes to the fandom and how they consume fanfic and fanart, but that is never an excuse to lower your standards and exploit your integrity. for what? five minutes of fame? FROM FACELESS PEOPLE ON THE INTERNET?!? we all need to do better. but this also doesn’t mean that we should go around on a pointless witch hunt and put works through an AI detector. i have tested a good majority of those detectors with my friends, peers, and professors, and they can claim completely original work as AI. it doesn’t mean it’s true. but it also doesn’t mean that someone hasn’t used it. think logically and critically. if you’ve read one AI fanfic you’ve read them all. AI uses the same phrases, the same descriptions, the same everything. and it steals work from original creators. I DO NOT CONDONE THE USE OF AI.
When I’m having the time of my life on Byler tumblr then suddenly remember we were actually queerbaited like crazy, made into a joke, and robbed of one of the best queer representations in media.
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Stranger Things s1e1 “The Vanishing of Will Byers” / “Ovid at Fifteen” - Christopher Bursk / Stranger Things s5e1 “The Crawl”
i don’t think a lot of people understand how important it is to me that Ryland Grace, the main character from a popular book and movie, being commonly headcanoned as aroace with little to no romance involved. his relation to rocky as a companion and best friend is the relationship that people talk about the most. the power of friendship saved the day with no unnecessary b-plot romance. local man loved humanity and his alien best friend so much he saved both of their galaxies and planets. that’s so awesome, sometimes i’d never thought i’d see something like this
so embarrassing to watch yourself become obsessed with a character that feels tailor made for you specifically to become obsessed with. feels like i fell into a trap made just for me. like damn they got me. those are all the things i like and go crazy for
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And you said yes, you said yes… 💛
This drawing is directly inspired by this @miwiheroes post 🌿
Loved the idea and wanted to make it into a visual
💬 1 🔁 38 ❤️ 215 · mike took will to the swingset when he asks will to be his boyfriend and they always talk about it every anniversary as
Mom, they put platonic soulmates on the big screen 😭😭
inspired by Johannessen’s “man on a diving board”. it’s one of my favorite pieces i’ve ever had the honor of seeing irl!! it’s so grace and rocky to me
When you remember the anti-vax movement
I first reblogged this in January, and here my ass is in March 2020 self-quarantined at home.
Ur right and u should say it
Reading this in 2021
Reading in 2026
Y'all, we as a community have got to get better at dodgeball if we’re gonna keep tempting fate like that.
let's start!
Will Byers Season 2
you know what? fuck it, man. the world is held in the fists of people who like to break things. at this point i’m saying who gives a shit. wear that victorian dress you don’t have an excuse for. dress up like a witch, pointed hat and all. who cares anymore. why worry about it when there’s bigger stuff to worry on. i’m saying. yeah, this lipstick is too dark, wanna share? i’m saying go talk to her, tell her that you like her hair. i’m saying she’s out of my league but i’m still swinging, i’m saying yeah i’m in a ballgown and it’s a pta meeting. what about it. eat the extra brownie, tell her your feelings. i’m saying if nothing matters than we might as well give nothing meaning.
#i’m saying if existence is a void at least i’m going down screaming.
it’s been 9 years since i wrote this. i was experiencing 24/7 anxiety so badly that i needed serious medication. these days in the back of my car is an “emergency party box.” when people admit they no longer really celebrate their birthday; i tell them to put the sash on and queue up kesha, we’re going bowling or something. these days i can’t spin around without finding something i am enamored with. these days i list 3 things i’m grateful for before i fall asleep. you’re probably one of them, just by virtue of you existing.
at the time i wrote this, i was suffering through a severe panic attack literally every night. i tortured my brother with constant 2 AM calls just to hear someone else breathing, because i couldn’t be alone in the silence.
i rarely wish i was still 23 even though ironically i had more hope back then. what i can tell you is this: i love the same way, but bigger now. i’ve worn the velvet cape to several business meetings. i spent thursday in a crop top without caring what my stomach looked like.
i told her i like her; i often dress as a witch. i still got glass in my foot this morning. i’ve kissed maybe a thousand people since then and met a million more than that; passing like the shadow of a hammerhead in trains and planes and buses.
i saw you, beloved, there, maybe, on platform in south station. you didn’t speak, but you said: i struggle to give the nothing meaning. the nothing fills up everything. it is just loud and yellowed panicked silence. i can’t stop shaking.
on the roof, birds curl together against the chilled spring wind. the sky outside of the craft store was an iridescent pink. the nothing already had meaning; you are giving it meaning by witnessing.
the act of living, beloved: it’s just decoding how to translate it.
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