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genAI companies are now buying up rare and antique books so they can scan them and use them to train their AI. then they're destroying the books afterward.
AI companies are quietly obtaining rare books, ingesting their contents, and then destroying them -- even if they're exceedingly rare.
they've had to face settlements against stealing from current authors, so they'll just go for the old books now. they're also doing this so they have the only copies of rare books.
they're taking water, power, natural resources for their data centers. they steal. they're book burning, essentially. i'm just so angry, i'm at a loss right now.
mack's letter to the fans is making me think of his draft diaries he wrote for the NHL website during his year at BU, and they are the most precious thing, highly recommend checking them out
october, november, december, january, febuary, march, april, june
ngl i would LOVE for the sharks to continue this, just make mack write a monthly little diary for the fans, it would be so precious, i would be so curious how much he would mention will lol
i am also obsessed with his use of punctuation and specifically semi colons; as a semi colon warrior myself, i appreciate it
THROUGH A RAPISTâS EYESâ (PLS TAKE TIME TO READ THIS. It may save a life, It may save your life.)
An Article from Neena Susan Thomas
âThrough a rapistâs eyes. A group of rapists and date rapists in prison were interviewâŚed on what they look for in a potential victim and here are some interesting facts:
1] The first thing men look for in a potential victim is hairstyle. They are most likely to go after a woman with a ponytail, bun! , braid, or other hairstyle that can easily be grabbed. They are also likely to go after a woman with long hair. Women with short hair are not common targets.
2] The second thing men look for is clothing. They will look for women whoâs clothing is easy to remove quickly. Many of them carry scissors around to cut clothing.
3] They also look for women using their cell phone, searching through their purse or doing other activities while walking because they are off guard and can be easily overpowered.
4] The number one place women are abducted from / attacked at is grocery store parking lots.
5] Number two is office parking lots/garages.
6] Number three is public restrooms.
7] The thing about these men is that they are looking to grab a woman and quickly move her to a second location where they donât have to worry about getting caught.
8] If you put up any kind of a fight at all, they get discouraged because it only takes a minute or two for them to realize that going after you isnât worth it because it will be time-consuming.
9] These men said they would not pick on women who have umbrellas,or other similar objects that can be used from a distance, in their hands.
10] Keys are not a deterrent because you have to get really close to the attacker to use them as a weapon. So, the idea is to convince these guys youâre not worth it.
POINTS THAT WE SHOULD REMEMBER:
1] If someone is following behind you on a street or in a garage or with you in an elevator or stairwell, look them in the face and ask them a question, like what time is it, or make general small talk: canât believe it is so cold out here, weâre in for a bad winter. Now that youâve seen their faces and could identify them in a line- up, you lose appeal as a target.
2] If someone is coming toward you, hold out your hands in front of you and yell Stop or Stay back! Most of the rapists this man talked to said theyâd leave a woman alone if she yelled or showed that she would not be afraid to fight back. Again, they are looking for an EASY target.
3] If you carry pepper spray (this instructor was a huge advocate of it and carries it with him wherever he goes,) yelling I HAVE PEPPER SPRAY and holding it out will be a deterrent.
4] If someone grabs you, you canât beat them with strength but you can do it by outsmarting them. If you are grabbed around the waist from behind, pinch the attacker either under the arm between the elbow and armpit or in the upper inner thigh â HARD. One woman in a class this guy taught told him she used the underarm pinch on a guy who was trying to date rape her and was so upset she broke through the skin and tore out muscle strands the guy needed stitches. Try pinching yourself in those places as hard as you can stand it; it really hurts.
5] After the initial hit, always go for the groin. I know from a particularly unfortunate experience that if you slap a guyâs parts it is extremely painful. You might think that youâll anger the guy and make him want to hurt you more, but the thing these rapists told our instructor is that they want a woman who will not cause him a lot of trouble. Start causing trouble, and heâs out of there.
6] When the guy puts his hands up to you, grab his first two fingers and bend them back as far as possible with as much pressure pushing down on them as possible. The instructor did it to me without using much pressure, and I ended up on my knees and both knuckles cracked audibly.
7] Of course the things we always hear still apply. Always be aware of your surroundings, take someone with you if you can and if you see any odd behavior, donât dismiss it, go with your instincts. You may feel little silly at the time, but youâd feel much worse if the guy really was trouble.
FINALLY, PLEASE REMEMBER THESE AS WELL âŚ.
1. Tip from Tae Kwon Do: The elbow is the strongest point on your body. If you are close enough to use it, do it.
2. Learned this from a tourist guide to New Orleans : if a robber asks for your wallet and/or purse, DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM. Toss it away from youâŚ. chances are that he is more interested in your wallet and/or purse than you and he will go for the wallet/purse. RUN LIKE MAD IN THE OTHER DIRECTION!
3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car: Kick out the back tail lights and stick your arm out the hole and start waving like crazy. The driver wonât see you but everybody else will. This has saved lives.
4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars after shopping,eating, working, etc., and just sit (doing their checkbook, or making a list, etc. DONâT DO THIS! The predator will be watching you, and this is the perfect opportunity for him to get in on the passenger side,put a gun to your head, and tell you where to go. AS SOON AS YOU CLOSE the DOORS , LEAVE.
5. A few notes about getting into your car in a parking lot, or parking garage:
a. Be aware: look around your car as someone may be hiding at the passenger side , peek into your car, inside the passenger side floor, and in the back seat. ( DO THIS TOO BEFORE RIDING A TAXI CAB) .
b. If you are parked next to a big van, enter your car from the passenger door. Most serial killers attack their victims by pulling them into their vans while the women are attempting to get into their cars.
c. Look at the car parked on the driverâs side of your vehicle, and the passenger side. If a male is sitting alone in the seat nearest your car, you may want to walk back into the mall, or work, and get a guard/policeman to walk you back out. IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.)
6. ALWAYS take the elevator instead of the stairs. (Stairwells are horrible places to be alone and the perfect crime spot).
7. If the predator has a gun and you are not under his control, ALWAYS RUN! The predator will only hit you (a running target) 4 in 100 times; And even then, it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ. RUN!
8. As women, we are always trying to be sympathetic: STOP IT! It may get you raped, or killed. Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a good-looking, well educated man, who ALWAYS played on the sympathies of unsuspecting women. He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often asked âfor helpâ into his vehicle or with his vehicle, which is when he abducted his next victim.
Send this to any woman you know that may need to be reminded that the world we live in has a lot of crazies in it and itâs better safe than sorry.
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AT LEAST PEOPLE WILL KNOW WHATS GOING ON IN THIS WORLD.
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to be honest, i don't really like established relationships or fluff so you probably won't find that here. i like writing friends to lovers, fwb, childhood best friends, unrequited love, exes and second chances, etcetc. all of my readers are gender neutral/ambiguous by default unless stated otherwise. i haven't decided my stance on writing smut yet so that's open
will smith hockey 2
slow down with me | 1.39k
will is leaving for san jose next week, and you haven't figured out how to deal with your fluttery feelings for him.
genre: friends, situationship, open ending, late night
song: going to babble onâthe strokes
word count: 1.39k
You're friends with Will Smith. Not best friends, but your friends knew Gabe Perreault from Geography 101, and you would all hang out together. Sometimes, when everyone else is on the dance floor or at the toilets and it's just the two of you, and you'd talk about things that didn't matter like homework or things that did matter like how lost you feel...sometimes it feels like he gets you more than anyone else in the entire world.
Sometimes, it feels like there's a string connecting the two of you together.
Evidently, there isn't, because now you're sitting at that bar in downtown Boston that doesn't check IDs, celebrating Will's last week here before he leaves for the NHL.
In San Jose.
2699 miles away.
8 hours by plane.
You searched it up the moment he was drafted. Then checked it eight more times that night just in case the Earth shrank and California got closer.
Your congratulatory text to him felt fake. It didn't matter anyways. He probably received hundreds of those texts. He didn't even open your message until two days later, when he replied a generic "thanku đ".
You know that as a good friend you should be happy. This is his dream. He doesn't talk about it all that much, probably because he thought it would be annoying, but everyone around him knew how much it mattered to him. He must be over the moon.
And you're drowning in a self pitying ditch.
The day that Will leaves, next Tuesday, is the same day that you'll take your American History exam. It was a class you picked after you opened the course catalogue and got intimidated by the number of options there were. You have no idea what you wanted to major in. Or what you wanted out of life.
Funnily enough, you thought that getting accepted to Boston College would be the start of your life. Then orientation day came, then classes and club recruitment, and all you feel is more confusion than ever and vividly aware that time is slipping away. Finals are approaching and summer will be here again.
And now Will is leaving.
It is all too much. Everybody is moving on. Soon you'll be dead and alone.
You took a sip of your drink, letting the bitter liquor run down your throat and numb your spiraling thoughts. Will is sitting next to you. Your gaze traces his golden curls that flopped on his forehead. He hasn't had a haircut for a while. His little button nose that he broke beginning of the year grew back exactly the same. His fingers tap against his glass, completely full because he doesn't drink, even in the off season.
You couldn't look at his eyes.
"What are you thinking about?" He spoke first. You turn your head. His eyes are studying yours, doing exactly what you were too afraid to do. Fear has been a big part of your life lately.Â
"Nothing." Then, on second thought, "just that life has been moving fast lately." You try to maintain eye contact, before failing and take another sip out of your glass.Â
He laughs. "That, I'll drink to."Â
You frown, finally looking at him. "I thought you didn't drink."
He shrugs. "It's the off season. Every other athlete does it. I guess I was a little paranoid before. But now that I'm drafted, it's like, I made it this far already, you know?" He takes the tiniest sip out of his glass, and winces. "Still not used to the taste of alcohol."
You aren't, either. You don't know how to reply. You and Will were friends, but you guys were the type that would only get together if your friends were hanging out. With the end of...whatever this is approaching, you are starting to doubt whether you ever really connected with him.
Or if it was all in your head.Â
You stay silent for a beat too long. You can feel his gaze on you again. You stand up, clearing your throat. "I should go check on what's taking Gabe so long." You head towards the bar counter.Â
"[Name]." You hear Will call out. You take a deep breath, and turn around with a hopefully normal expression on your face. "Yeah?"
He opens his mouth, hesitates. You hold your breath.
He shakes his head and smiles. "Nothing. You just look really pretty."
Your cheeks flush. "Oh. Okay. Thank you." You walk towards Gabe again, whom you now see is flirting with the bartender, before changing your mind and making a beeline to the bathroom. The line is long. You try to clear your mind, but the music is booming and people are just everywhere and the smell of beer and vomit and sweat makes you want to sweat and vomit.Â
Everything is just too much. You rest your head against the cold wall, resisting the urge to bang against it.Â
"I know what you're going to say, but are you really okay?" Out of nowhere, you hear his voice again and lift your head. You smell his cologne. It engulfs you. Your pulse slows the tiniest bit. You remind yourself again that you might never smell that cologne again, never hear that voice, never really know what could have been.
"I have a test next week and I don't know why I'm taking it and I don't know what I want to major in and I don't know what I want to do with the rest of my life and I feel like time is running out and I don't really like anybody except you but that's so weird to say because we're not even friends friends." You blurt out before your mind could stop you.Â
He stays silent. Then he giggles softly. "[Name], you are my friend friend."Â
"...Really?"
"Yeah. Do you really need to pee right now because we can go somewhere else with better air." He says it like a statement. You let him hold your wrist and lead you through the crowd until he finds the door.
You breathe again. June in Boston is stuffy and humid, but the nights are refreshing. You sit on the curb next to him. You tap your fingers on your lap, feeling a wave of awkwardness that you were not feeling before. You watch the cars go by quietly. The lights are bright. You feel so small on the street.
"I'm scared to go."
"What?"
"To the NHL. To play for the Sharks. You know, the expectations. I'm scared I'll be a flop." You listen to his confession, thinking.
Maybe you're not as alone as you thought.
"I'm scared too," You whisper.
A yellow taxi drives past. You were about to hit his arm, but he beats you to it. "Yellow car," he says. You smile softly to yourself.
"I'll be watching you," you tell him. The streets are empty now. The red pedestrian light flickers slowly.
"Oh, creepy."
"No, I mean, I'll make sure to watch your games. And I'll cheer you on from afar. Maybe those big NHL people will never be satisfied and that'll feel like shit, but I'll be here, and I'll be proud of you. Maybe that's weird, or whatever. I just want you to know that." You look down at your hands, wringing them tightly. You feel vulnerable saying that, but you know he needs to hear it. And if there's any night to be vulnerable, it would be tonight.
"I'll miss you," he says. His hand reaches over, gently tangling his fingers between yours. He traces his thumb around the back of your hand. You still, and in the quiet night you can hear his breathing. "I'll make sure to text."
This sounds like a shitpost but people should be allowed to be horny. As in, sexuality is just part of life for most people and thereâs no reason for consensual sexual behavior to be punished. A celebrity getting âcaughtâ at a sex club shouldnât be a scandal. No one should be fired for having a fetlife profile outside of work. Nudes getting leaked shouldnât be career-ending. Denying and hiding (consensual) sexual interests doesnât make anyone more professional, it just makes everyone more repressed. And sterilizing ourselves to be better work drones isnât productive, itâs just creepy. Iâd rather my surgeon get absolutely railed on camera and come to work in a good mood, frankly.
also this goes without saying but is also true of ppl who do sex work for used to do sex work. an accountantâs boss finding out that they used to do sex work shouldnât be a career ender. a restaurant worker shouldnât be fired bc they have an OnlyFans.
