Buffy the Vampire Slayer – 2.19: I Only Have Eyes for You
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Buffy the Vampire Slayer – 2.19: I Only Have Eyes for You
Feeling an incredibly weird specific nostalgia but what piece of media defined 2020 for you (as in you spent that year with it) mine is mtv's catfish
If your mother is still alive. She's not coming back for you.
wow if only everyone warned you about AI hallucination.
Maybe it would help people stop making these kinds of mistakes (and falling for AI advertising that claims that it can handle this sort of thing) if we explain that generative AI actually never “hallucinates,” because that would require it to have a mind that can perceive and believe.
Instead, it’s doing exactly what it was designed to do, as a Large Language Model: it’s stringing a whole bunch of sentences and paragraphs together as an ultra-sophisticated autocomplete.
Sometimes those ultra-sophisticated autocompleted sentences, when interpreted by humans, will appear to be true. Other times, they will appear to be false. The AI itself has no idea whether its outputs are true or false—in fact, it has no idea what “true” and “false” mean, or what anything means. It’s just a pattern-recognition algorithm going “This word often follows that word in this context” a few dozen or hundred times in sequence until it finally goes “This word often ends things in this context” and stops.
Let’s all stop using and expecting fancy autocomplete to do anything except fancily autocomplete—especially when the people trying to sell it to us claim it can do so much more.
Anthony Head (1954-2026) as Rupert Giles
Buffy the Vampire Slayer - 4x18
Something Old, Something New
Thanks @claire8216 for the tag!
Rules: Share something old - a snippet of a favorite fic you wrote, that you are proud of; OR share something new - give us a sneak peek of something new you are working on. Feel free to do both, if you want to. Then tag (or not, your choice) other writers!
Something Old: An excerpt from a Julie and the Phantoms fic I wrote (gulp) five years ago. Luke and Julie's first conversation in the TAs AU, Rearrange the Stars. One of my favorite versions of them I wrote!
She traces her fingers over the tips of his. And indeed, there are calluses on his four fingers. Thick calluses, the kind of leathered layers that only embed in the skin over years of playing. The kind of calluses that immediately remind her of her mother sewing a Halloween costume and joking that she didn’t need a thimble because her skin was too tough to feel the prick of a needle. Julie peers up at him, and her head spins. Partially from the alcohol, but partially from his proximity. Luke makes a lot of faces—sometimes outraged, sometimes joyful, sometimes dismissive—but they’re always exaggerated. Like his emotions are too big to be expressed without the exuberance of a cartoon character. But right now, his face is smooth and his eyes wide. Unusually still and sincere. Normally Julie would try to say something clever or coy, but her brain is dizzy with alcohol, and all she can get out is, “Liar.” Luke snorts, but his nod is serious and honest. “Yeah.” There’s an expression on his face that she can’t read, but she remembers having these conversations with people back in high school and not wanting to be pushed. So as she traces her soft, sensitive palm across his rough fingertips, she tries to reassure him. “I’ve been there.” “Lying?” “This kind of lying.” She pokes his thick calluses. “Don’t worry. Your secret’s safe with me.” A breath huffs out of him, like he wants to snort but doesn’t want to be too loud at this proximity. “You don’t know my secret.”
Something new: An excerpt from the next chapter of my Lockwood and Co. Buffy AU, That’s The Living (All Messed Up). The chapter has been torturing me for four months, but I keep returning to this scene to remind myself why I’m fighting through it, so have this zero context snippet!:
Lockwood’s hands jump to her cheeks and he rests their foreheads together, his breath trembling against her cool face. ‘You’re alright,’ he whispers. ‘You’re alright. You’re alright.’ Each time he says it, it sounds different: first a prayer, then a command, then a reminder. She’s not sure whether it’s meant more for her or for him. His clammy skin is still warmer than hers, a stabilising comfort that cuts through the panic storming in her chest. She tries to steady herself with a deep breath, but that stabbing sensation radiates between her ribs again and she hisses with pain. ‘I’m sorry,’ he murmurs, thumbing the apples of her cheeks. ‘Figures that the only thing you’d ever apologise for unprompted is the one thing you don’t have to apologise for.’ He smooths her hair back from her eyes, his touch unbearably gentle. She risks a shallow inhale, letting sweet oxygen roll over her tongue, and he mimics her, their breaths slowly falling into sync. His soft nose rests against hers and his exhales puff across her mouth with a heated tingle. She’s all too aware of the mere millimeters that separate their lips, and if she wasn’t so very fond of breathing right now, she’d close the gap, consequences be damned. ‘Are you okay?’ she whispers, trying to look him over for injuries without separating their foreheads. He chuckles wetly. ‘I’m not the concern.’ ‘You are for me.’ His eyes meet hers, dizzying from this close. ‘Are you okay?’ ‘I asked first.’
Tagging anyone who wants to do this (or wants to do it again, since I’m a few months behind). Consider yourself tagged!
BEST OF BTVS: Rupert Giles — Season Five
Me when there's a monday after sunday again:
a parallel set of ‘hell’ lines from prophecy girl and becoming pt 2 for anon
Why does everyone assume when you’re reading/writing smut you are automatically putting yourself in one of the positions? Why is it always the self insert position? Where is the representation for those of us who are just not doing that? I’m talking about the third person free control camera mode, zooming all over the scenes. I’m talking about the voyeuristic experience of just watching it all unfold from the metaphorical literary cuck chair. I’m not either of those guys (gender neutral) I just want to watch those guys fuck. Where is that representation?
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Placing misogyny as an inherent trait of men/masculinity is just another form of "boys will be boys" btw. You cannot ever meaningfully hold misogynists accountable if you treat it as an inherent trait of their identify and not bigotry they are willfully perpetuating.
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