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Tumblr used to be so easy, so simple.
"Touch my butt and buy me chicken nuggets"; 40k notes
What happened when did we stray so far from the light of god
great work everyone hit the bathhouse
Really glad predictive text exists. Should i bring my own parking lot
job interviewer: would you be willing to destroy and betray yourself for nothing?
job interviewer: (reading the room) would you be willing to destroy and betray yourself for a pizza party?
avoidance is lowkey funny because itâs like i donât want love on the off chance that it gets taken away from me and then i have to become john wick or something
weâre all on the only social media that matters and this is why.
Him getting smaller and smaller as he walks up to the truck is some real Peter Jackson The Lord of the Rings forced perspective movie magic
This satire article resonated with me so much
Iâve seen people pass around the âhold up, Iâm googlinâ somethingâ image but it cropped out the part where he was googling âhow many guys can one guy takeâ
this page, in isolation, is possibly the funniest thing i have seen in any manga
thinking about grace having to explain glasses because it's been 3 months together on the hail mary and rocky's just realised he has no idea what the squares grace puts on his face exactly are apart from apparently helping him to see things up close. and rocky being like so you can't see through walls you have to have a light source to see you can't see anything when leaking and your eyes specifically don't even work properly. question. and grace is like at least i can see colour pal
âIt's not fair.â The little ghost kicks impotently at the chalk lines around her feet. âI ain't done nothing.â
I nod, setting down my chalk and spellbook. âIt does sound like there might have been a bit of a misunderstanding.â
âShe took against me, that's what happened,â the dead girl says with a scowl. She looks about fourteen, round faced and spotty, with whisps of brown hair peaking out from under her mob-cap. Her face and her crossed arms have a tell-tale bluish tinge to them. A cholera death.
âI been here for don't know how long and never gave any trouble. Nobody ever complained about me 'till her.â
âŚwell, that's not strictly true.
Number 12, Barclay Street has been attracting rumours of haunting since the mid nineteenth century.
Sounds of faint singing and crying in the corridors at night. Cold spots. Doors that open and close by themselves. Animals acting strangely. Harmless, mid to low-level stuff, typical for a bored teenage poltergeist.
Still, pointing that out isn't likely to achieve much, and certainly the most recent complaints of blood running down the walls, screams in the dark and paralysing night terrors seem distinctly out of character.
The ghost toes the chalk again, more tentatively this time. It stays resolutely unbroken.
She could get out if she wanted to. I'm not one of those assholes who brings out their full arsenal of wards and sigils for a first meeting with a level 2 spectre. The summoning circle will keep her in one place for as long as I need her to talk, but it wouldn't hold for a moment if she really fought against it.
I take it as a good sign that she's still here. Pouting or not, she's clearly willing to work with me.
âNone of the others could do this,â she says. âNone of 'em even saw me.â She looks up. âAre you here to exise me?â
âExorcise,â I say instinctively, and curse myself when she flinches. âSorry, no, no! I don't exorcise people from their homes without good reason, not if they're happy where they are.â
âI was happy. Till she started calling in all them ghost hunters.â
Mrs Delaney had been quite persistent in her attempts to 'fix' her haunted house. Most of the people she found were charlatans, of course, but I'd still arranged an appointment as fast as I could once word reached me. It wouldn't have been long before she happened upon somebody with Talent, and unfortunately not everybody in this field knows how to behave like a professional.
âI think we might be able to help each other,â I say, careful to keep my voice calm and level.
âDon't see how. Not unless you can exorcise Her.â
âNot quite what I had in mind.â I pull out my phone and scroll through my photos. âYou say that you're not the cause of the most recent incidents of paranormal activity?â
A pause. The ghost gnaws on her lip. I wait, patiently, keeping my body language open and nonthreatening. âI⌠I knocked her coffee cup over,â she admits at last. âShe was being mean and talking on her telephone, saying I done all these things when I never did! So I decided to show her what I could do if I wanted.â
âHmm.â The ghost eyes me nervously, as if expecting me to pull out a book, bell and candle and banish her on the spot.
âI only tipped it,â she adds. âI didn't break it or nothing!â
âYou shouldn't have touched it at all,â I say sternly. âBut⌠I can appreciate that you were frustrated, so let's say no more about it.â
The ghost looks relieved.
âMy point is,â I continue, âif you weren't the one making blood rain from the ceiling or tormenting people in their sleep, then what was? There's no other ghosts on the property.â I find the picture I was looking for. âYou can get anywhere around the house, right? Including behind the furniture and in the backs of cupboards?â
âYes'm.â
I hold the phone up so that she can see the picture on the screen. âI'm going to let you go free in a moment, and I need you to see if you can find anything that looks like this.â
The ghost wrinkles her forehead. âWhat's that when it's at home?â
âBlack mould,â I say, reaching out a foot to break the binding circle. âAnd I'm pretty sure it's the cause of this haunting.â
It's crazy that I used to live without the saluting emoji
to make it more lynchian can't you read
Another AI BS predatory fake lawyer app? But of course! What is a systemic issue, but an opportunity to grift:
New unauthorized practice of law app just dropped
The quotes are full of people ripping apart problems with it (particularly noting its tendency to prompt you to admit to crimes!)
Much (grim) hilarity is had, but I decided to test it on behalf of my client population: how does it respond to people facing eviction?
Answer: This fun little actively made me genuinely upset.
To emphasize that this is not a hypothetical harm - I watched one of these scenarios play out in court on Friday.
A tenant filed to try to stop a scheduled eviction. She was - I could hear it in her voice - very confident in her case. She had clearly been using a chatbot of some kind, and it had used a bunch of real law and legal principles to tell her that if she said [X], she had a good argument.
She did not. There was nothing she could do to stop the eviction.
As the hearing neared its end, I could hear her becoming increasingly desperate. The LLM arguments slowed to a trickle and then stopped, and she turned to pleading with the court. She is in a horrible situation. The kind that throws the inhumanity of handing a basic human need over to for-profit corporations into sharp relief. It doesn't matter. The laws are part of that machine of cruelty. There is nothing the court could do, under the law as it exists, to stop her eviction. The bot had promised her she had a chance. The programmers of the bots have designed them to do so. This promise was a lie.
She pleaded for, at least, more time. Maybe there are resources, maybe she can find a program that can provide her some assistance. There aren't resources that can keep her in her apartment - but there might be something so that she and her disabled son aren't literally on the street. These aren't good options, but they are better than nothing. There are such programs (although not much funding).
But the court, legally, can't give her more time. And applying to theses programs take time that she may not have.
I looked at the timeline of her case. If she had started applying right when things became hopeless, she might have had months.
Now she has days.
My aunt just came into my room while I was sleeping and sat at my desk and loudly started crunching and slurping at her cereal. And then she left. I just pretended to be asleep because I was so mad. Oh my God what the hell was that for?
op iâm so sorry. what the hell was that for. but also i am fucking cracking up
I CANNOT DESCRIBE HOW ACCURATE THIS IS
[Image ID: The Destiel confession meme edited so that Dean answers 'JK Rowling posted upskirt photos of a woman on Twitter' to Cas 'I love you'. /End ID]
No one doing this should be allowed to call themselves a feminist.
The wealthy author escalated a social media spat that resulted in posting a photo from a 2023 event at the Institute of Economic Affairs in
Let's not beat around the bush: Children's author JK Rowling sexually harassed someone. In some jurisdictions, this would count as sexual abuse. JK Rowling has committed a sex crime against a woman and fell back on the old rape apologist standby of "she was asking for it".
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