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Jay - Any pronouns - I write and lurk around too many fandoms to count
Currently very into Dc (especially Hellblazer), along with some others
playing rdr2. Cat jumps up to see you and bumps your controller. Horse you are riding through Saint Denis (crowded) goes full gallop and runs three people over. Wyd.
I really miss life before AI. Things weren’t perfect but it was definitely better. Human creativity was encouraged, at least, and not whatever lazy slop we have these days.
I hate how much it’s being pushed. I hate how I can’t just ignore it. It’s everywhere. And I can only really wishfully hope that there will be a time after ai. That this technology won’t work out in the long run and this will just be an awful few years.
Ai has brought nothing good to this world. And I am very eager to shoot down any arguments people have against it. It’s predatory, it normalizes stealing creative work, and it’s worrying how some people find it perfectly fine that they are stealing jobs in full now. Idk man. I think we as a society functioned just fine without it before. Better, even.
We don’t need this. We don’t need chatbots or ChatGPT to have a conversation with. Our minds are wired for human connection. Not whatever soulless imitations of conversation ai can make. We don’t need ai generated images or videos to do our creative work for us. Whatever happened to the joy of learning a new hobby? What happened to the accomplishment that came from years of work shaping into something you can look at and feel proud about?
Just some thoughts. I know I’m regurgitating a lot of existing thoughts, but I think they sum it up quite nicely anyways. I hate ai and I need it to die faster. Also, I will be making another post a bit later about another certain ai site that I think needs more attention brought to and how screwed up it actually is as much as the people behind it.
3 days late but my entry for hellweek's first prompt: childhood!
since trauma is an integral theme in hellblazer i wanted to show how his events from john's childhood haunt him. the coat hanger is positioned over his head because of how thomas used to weaponize mary's death against him, the coat hanger abortion, and also because fetuses rotate when they're close to delivery. and of course, the dead boy's heart, which is in place of his own because it is fossilized from all the hurt it's forced to carry, and how john must steel his heart to the horrors that await him in his daily life.
I feel like I rant on here too much woops. Maybe I should make a separate account for that. I guess no one is here anyways so it doesn’t really matter, but whatever.
On another note, next month I’m going to get back into writing if my motivation allows. I miiight post some on ao3. Probably will start out small at first. I’m absolutely terrified of my writing being perceived but I hope if some people like it I might get a little confidence boost. So uh…I will link to my ao3 if I get to that point.
Imarried Huda on June 22nd. I was very happy with her. I photograph humanitarian issues for the world. The war started and we were exposed to a deadly attack that we miraculously survived.
We became homeless, without food or drink. My wife was crying. I set up my tent for the first time after displacement on November 1st. We sought refuge with all the relief organizations, but no one helped me. We are now awaiting the birth of our first child after a long wait. Huda is pregnant... I tried to search for safety by any means, for me, my wife Huda, and our eagerly awaiting son, Malek! 😭
We were surprised by the new displacement and the terrifying sight of the bombing. We lost everything we owned for the second time, we took refuge in Rafah, I tried in every way to provide healthy food for my wife and our expectant child, but we were surprised for the third time by a major attack that made us leave without any food or shelter, Huda is eight months pregnant and we were displaced for the fifth time, this time is the worst, Huda and I stayed for five days sleeping on the burning sand of the sea. We did not taste food for five days, 💔
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we were forced to sell sweets to save and pay the price of the tent. The date of birth of our first child, Malek, came, while we were preparing our tent to receive him, the place next door was bombed. Huda saw the remains, she lost consciousness, Dr. Ghassan requested an emergency delivery, Malek, our first child, died, I cried bitterly, and she entered a state of blood poisoning. All I want from you is to help me to save my family and Huda and restore my hope in life, from now on you, my family, I want to reach my goal, any donation. Help me save my family, if you can't please I just want to cry💔🥹🙏
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