i'm on my silly boy shit @icepickparty - Tumblr Blog

this the silly boy anthem. if you small, funny, random. you a certified giggle-o

#i'm on my silly boy shit #all i could hear in my head as i was trying to fall asleep last night

Oh shit there were still pills in the wednesday slot of my med organizer.....no fucking WONDER i had such a hard time falling asleep wednesday night!!!

#laugh track in the background #girl.....#the way i was fighting for my life on thursday bc i slept like ass

What a sad lame day this has been. The only joy is that i no longer have to wear a bra lol. Otherwise i am sad and disappointed and my soul feels empty

yesterdayiwrote

The irony of this new breed of self-righteous AI hunters on AO3 is that they're all just copy and pasting peoples fics into AI detectors, which are all operated by AI and therefore THEY are feeding people's work into the algorithm without their consent and in some cases no doubt circumventing the locks people put on to avoid getting scraped...

Don't copy and paste anyone's AO3 work into third party websites, you're not the good guys in this situation?

zaziki1412

Reblog cause FACTS

notthewriteryourelookingfor

If someone feeds your work (fan fic or otherwise) into an AI you should be allowed to hunt them for sport

thememedaddy

#yeah

fozmeadows

Watching my toddler figure out how to language is fascinating. Yesterday we were stumped when he kept insisting there was a “Lego winner” behind his bookshelf - it turned out to be a little Lego trophy cup. Not knowing the word for “trophy”, he’d extrapolated a word for “thing you can win”. And then, just now, he held up his empty milk container and said, “Mummy? It’s not rubbish. It’s allowed to be a bottle.” - meaning, effectively, “I want this. Don’t throw it away.” But to an adult ear, there’s something quite lovely about “it’s allowed to be a bottle,” as if we’re acknowledging that the object is entitled to keep its title even in the absence of the original function.

legit-writing-tips

Another good post to read for those writing small human characters.

jennytrout

My son was about three when he came to me in the middle of the day and said, “Mommy, there’s a knight behind the bush.” I thought he meant a toy knight or something. So I follow him outside and he goes, “Listen. Do you hear it? It’s night behind the bush.” It was a cricket. A cricket was standing in the little patch of shade under the bush, chirping. So, my son saw this dark area with accompanying nighttime sounds and decided, okay, well, that is a night right there. Their brains are incredible.

deleted20211121

My little bean knows she’s two, constantly saying proudly ‘I’m two!’ And the other day she saw this very frail old lady who looked one foot in the grave, pulled a face and said ‘oh shiiiit. She’s three.’ I almost screamed.

cantnotknope

I live in Korea and have a lot of international friends, and the same is true with language barriers in adults.

*Looking at a bowl of pears* “Can you please pass me the… apple’s friend?”

masterofbirds

OH SHIT SHE’S THREE

#language

acid-aholic

remember that guy that had a single auditory hallucination that told him he had a brain tumor and the exact location and then he went to the doctor and it was fucking right

penglue

sew-birb

Adding on my favourite other example of this: Sci-Fi author Philip K. Dick's period of hallucinations. He had an impacted wisdom tooth removed, and while high on painkillers, describes being struck by a beam of pink light originating in the Lesser Magellanic Cloud, that was sent by an alien AI. So far, so sci-fi, except: