Wouldn't you like to know?

oh to flee and never return

[leathergerard]

sorry this is the only subplot i care about

[majenec]

Healing is weird.

I don't feel better when i lay in my bed late at night. I just don't make it worse.

I'm not giving into my harmful habits, i am simply not doing anything. Just waiting for something to happen. Not even doom scrolling is fun anymore.

[egonkula]

RAY ON MIC

[secretaary]

a collection from MCR madrid of a remarkably un-reconditioned vocalist

sources: 1 / 2 / 3, 4 / 5, 6 / 7, 8 / 9, 10 / 11 / 12

[startrekprodigyfan]

One of the most common complaints about Star Trek I saw growing up was “why don’t they use the holodeck more? If you were living in that time period and you could just make anything you wanted anytime you wanted and live out fantasies forever, why aren’t more people addicted to the holodeck?”

And then generative ai was created.

And now I get it. I get why nobody on Star Trek spends all their free time in the holodeck. I get why all the crew are putting on stage plays, and holding music recitals, and building models, and playing poker. I get why everyone was so skeptical and mean to the Doctor on Voyager. I get why the ONE TIME we see someone obsessed with the holodeck it infringes on people’s likeness rights and permissions.

Because fundamentally at the end of the day we are human beings and we ENJOY working with our hands and making REAL human connections. A person who learns to play an instrument is always going to be viewed as an artist over someone who asks the computer to generate music for them.

Even as recent as Lower Decks they were making fun of the fact that the crew were putting on amateurish plays and holding music recitals. But after living with Ai for so long and seeing how detrimental it’s been to the world… I’d much rather watch my friends put on a stage play than “participate” in a holodeck movie.

What’s most amazing about this is that it was completely unintentional. I do not for one second think that the writers of the time in the 90’s were really thinking about the larger issues that generative ai and chatGTP would cause. How could they? Text to speech back then was still robotic as heck. More likely they wrote that stuff in because it was cheaper to film on sets the owned than try to build, film, or rent out different locations each week.

That’s the down to earth logistical real reason Data is reciting poems about his cat or Riker is in a play put on in ten forward. It’s just cheaper to do that than to build a whole new set or move production to a new location.

Yet at the end of the day, I think that unintentionally speaks to a very human need that ai is making more and more prevalent to us day in and day out.

And that’s the fact nobody wants to deal with generative SLOP.

[conleches]

some fucking resources for all ur writing fuckin needs

body language masterlist

a translator that doesn’t eat ass like google translate does

a reverse dictionary for when ur brain freezes

550 words to say instead of fuckin said

638 character traits for when ur brain freezes again

some more body language help 

[majenec]

In the dark

In the deafening dark of the night

What remains is alone

Alone in what used to be lived in

And it does not slumber

For slumber doesn't dare come near

[birdplushie]

"it's not that deep" START DIGGING!!

[magn-animously]

DIG

[14-opossums-in-a-trenchcoat]

DIG

[buriedunderyourmum]

DIG

[hannisconfused]

DIG

[kitsunesakii]

DIG

[yourlocalfandomfriendo]

DIG

[apple-notplural]

DIG

[vivitur-moritur]

DIG

[spacecat24-7]

DIG

[chub-froggy]

DIG

[thatghostthateatspeople]

DIG

[krowbreaker]

DIG

[spid-the-spider]

DIG

[annabelle--cane]

DIG

[majenec]

DIG

[spocks-got-a-glock]

I want him to be mine. But not in a romantic or sexual way. No, I want to possess him in the way one does a stuffed animal.

(I'm talking about Ryland Grace)

[senatortedcruz]

I am in fucking tears

[majenec]

[majenec]

Remember who you are, Killjoy.

[catsdelightful-deactivated20240]

Hey artists, C. Spike Trotman, founder of Iron Circus Comics, just posted an invaluable thread on depicting different types of black hair. I’d do the thing where you screencap the whole thread and post it but it’s just too long (which is great because it’s a whole lot of useful information!) Give her a follow while you’re there.

Anyway, go check it out. I just wanted to save it and share it because I didn’t know how much I didn’t know!

[misslunarose]

This is an amazing resource, not only for artists, but for writers too! I love this!

{ID - tweet from @/Iron_Spike that reads, “Black Hair for Non-Black Artists: a Cheat Sheet Thread. Hi, folks! Just spur-of-the-moment decided to put together some reference for folks who want to draw/model black characters in their work, but arent confident they won’t make simple, obvious mistakes w/r/t black hair. END ID}

[obi-mom-kenobi]

I noticed in the comments that some people can’t see the thread, so I took screenshots for y'all!

More will come in reblogs, since tumblr has an image limit

[obi-mom-kenobi]

[jamiegeode]

@creatingblackcharacters !!!

[majenec]

I breathe so freely i feel like i no longer have lungs. I feel as if i had worms in my veins and maggots instead of a brain, scurrying around my empty skull and pushing at my eyes. I live like my soul left me to rot in my own pathetic flesh.

[majenec]

Go on, live. Commit to being happy, create meaning out of what you deem is meaningless. The world will not wait but you can still catch up, and when you do, it'll welcome you with open arms.

Or lay there and rot. Water the soil with your tears, feed the earth that so selflessly gave to you with the flesh it granted you, for your selfish use. It will claim you with coldness so tender and loving you will forget how air filling your lungs feels, fill it with life instead, and let it eat you from the inside out.

[plaguedocboi]

People are starting to put out hummingbird feeders, y’all know what that means

[majenec]

She is me.

Smaller and skittish, scared of the world and everything around her.

She who cried day and night, terrified of heights and laughed at by peers.

She who lied so much in an attempt to be liked.

But she is still me.

She who held a chocolate star in her arms like a beloved toy, refusing to even think about eating it.

She who took it sledding, clutching it carefully as if promising it she wouldn't let it break.

She who mourned every clothespin, that broke in her hand after serving through hot summers and freezing cold winters.

I wish i could hold her now. I wish she could know we are alright now.