i like a lot of things. f.r.i.e.n.d.s, frankenstein, south park, musicals (oklahoma peak), both genders, and writing. you should REALLY check out my writing.....heh.......
he/they/she
let’s be real the pressure to use AI as an adult is exactly what they said the pressure the do drugs as a teenager would be like but the people that told us that caved immediately for the AI and definitely did not just say no
i have a father who uses ai for EVERYTHING. his excuse is that ai is good and that i’ll need to use it someday in my profession (imperial history prof / imperial historian specializing in russia).
this post actually brings up a good metaphor. in the anti-drug programs growing up, they would (and still do, as someone going into 10th) talk only about the ‘bad’ drugs and how peer pressure is. well, there’s obviously ‘good’ drugs too, aren’t there? medicinal marijuana, adderall, etc. they just neglected to tell us this, because it would undermine everything.
the same adults (now much older) are now reposting reels of ai-generated shih tzus holding up signs saying “I love treats!!” or i dunno, angel babies with signs saying “why did you abort me, mommy……….i loved you….”
they, in hearing the positives about ai (as they taught those about the negatives about drugs) are completely blindsided.
[not to say that there isn’t ai used for good, by the way. that ai really isn’t generative ai. my opinion is just that generative ai is so fucking shitty.]
and in that way, my friends, they preach the good about ai, while refusing the bad parts of ai they don’t know / don’t want to talk about / that might disrupt reality.
tl;dr i liked this metaphor cause it actually reflected how we look at drugs and ai
It had been a shitty day for Jason. But then again are we surprised?
If it wasn’t the menagerie of idiotic dramatic rogues and villains that Gotham somehow kept producing, it was his ‘loving’ family grating his nerves. He could feel Dicks smugass smirk which made him want to peel his skin off. Not to mention Bruce being on his case about cussing in front of the demonspawn. A kid who's barely 10 apples tall, beats criminals up every night dressed like a glowing traffic light, would apparently be badly influenced by some cuss words. Welp, Brucie bat can go fuck himself.
All he wanted to do was go home to her. She would make it feel alright. His only shred of sanity hanging on to make it home, to see you smile on seeing him. How he brings you joy is a mystery even to him. He only has a few hours before he has to go back to the dumbass cave to his dumbass family to discuss some dumbass case. At least he’ll get to spend those few hours with you. That’s all that matters.
Now trudging up the stairs to her apartment, all he can think about is being in your arms. God, when did he become such a sap. He opened the door to your now shared home. He could already smell the lavender incense you lit earlier. He dropped his duffel on the floor and was about to walk through the clean living room when he got a flashback of you threatening to end his bloodline if he dirtied your floors with outside mud one more time. Sighing, he took off his shoes, opting instead to stay barefoot. Her, he needed to find her.
Dragging himself through the shared space, he came to your bedroom and just, stopped. Admiring you. You were laying on the bed with one leg over the other, clearly awake and humming. Oh how he melts at that sound. The sound of his home. You were clearly listening to some song in your own language. He could faintly hear it coming from the headphones. His heart warmed with how at peace you looked.
“Hey baby” he called out.
You finally opened your eyes, a smile already tugging your lips on seeing him.
“Hi Jay. Though day?”
“Don’t fucking ask sweetheart. I’m about to go fake my death to get rid of this fucking family” he started walking towards the bed, all the while removing his ‘outside clothes’. You had given him shit on how your bed was a no outside clothes zone, and he really wanted to lay on his sweet girl to catch some sleep.
“Oh? and what about me? Are you planning on leaving me here?” you said with a smirk. Both of you knew that no matter how annoying the bat/wayne family got, he still loved them deeply. So did you.
“Well, sometimes peace requires sacrifice my sweet girl” You could hear the smugness dripping off his words. He was already on top of you, getting comfortable to sleep on your chest.
“Oh so I’m a sacrifice now asshole? Thought you loved me” you said, swatting the back of his head lightly and playfully.
“I do love you baby. Very, very much” he punctuated each very with a kiss on your jaw. You could never really stay pissed at him when he was pulling stunts like these. He sighed and finally settled his head on your chest. Your hands automatically went to play with his hair. He loved moments like these. Moments he’d get to come home and be loved beyond his wildest imaginations.
“Whatcha listenin’ to?”
“Some soft Punjabi songs. Want me to keep them playing in the background while you nap?”
“Hm kay” he was already bordering on sleep. Your soft hand scratching and playing with his hair, the music and your sweet humming lulled him to sleep faster than either of you realised.
Your playlist kept shuffling and playing sweet songs like Mahiye Jinna Sohna, Dooron Dooron and Nilami till it landed on Thinking of You by AP Dhillon. You always had a soft spot for this song. Whenever Jason had a long patrol or a mission where he was away from you for long, you could be found replaying this song in wait for him.
You picked up your phone and selected to play the song on repeat.
You knew he could not understand the weight of the lyrics, but maybe this could be your secret love confession to him. God knows you won't be able to translate and vocalise these feelings in English. But for now, you could sing along to it for him, pretending that you're devoting it to him, because you were.
Soon after you found your eyes drooping, and not before long you were sound asleep. The song still playing in the background, the love of your life on your chest and you, in your own slice of heaven.
When Jason woke up it was already 7 p.m and he had to rush to the cave. But not before he noticed the same song playing on repeat. It wasn’t odd for you to listen to the same song on repeat for hours, but it was usually when something in that song resonated with you. He looked at the name and smiled. He’d have to look up what the lyrics meant if he wanted to know why you chose this song. He started getting ready to leave, leaving the song playing.
“Bye baby. I’ll be back soon okay" he whispered and kissed your forehead as he was about to leave.
Socha Tere Bare Baitha Pani De Kanare(I think about you while sitting by the water’s edge)
Maithon Mila Door Tu Ae Taan Vi Khaba Vich Kol(You’re miles away from me, yet you are close in my dreams)
Pani Diyan Chala Vicho, Lokan Diyan Gallan Vicho(Through the splashing of waves,through the chatter of people)
Sunda Na Kujh, Sunde Ne Tere Bol(I hear nothing else, I only hear your words)
Tere Bina Eh Duniya Adhuri Meri(Without you, this world of mine feels incomplete)
Tu Mile Talash Hundi Puri Meri(If I find you, my search feels complete)
Amber De Tareya Kolon, Jo Milda Sariyan Kolon(From the stars in the sky, from everyone i meet)
Puchda Main Pata Tera, Ki Ae Majboori Meri(I ask them about you, is this my helplessness)
Bhulda Na Mainu Jo Dekhaya Si Tainu(I can’t forget the moment i first saw you)
Tu Na Mile Te Hojana Aa Main Yaadan Na Khafa(If I don’t find you, I’ll become upset with these memories)
Kihda Samjhawan Main Dil To Tainu Chahva Main(how should I make you understand that I love you from my heart)
Jeen Di Bas Meri Tu Hi Ae Wajah(You are the only reason I live)
Hi people. This is my first ever fic so be kind. English is not my first language but hopefully im fluent enough for this fic to be okayis. also lmk if you want a part 2 of the batfam(a.k.a annoying brother dick) catching jason listening to this song with a smile and teasing him about it. byeee💋💋😽
once your post hits 5k people will start tagging it as shit like "oh my god bumbo wexler absolutely wrote this" and you google him and it's like. a disgraced ex member of AC/DC
What do you mean “chat” is now referring to ChatGPT and not twitch chat? What? What? What the fuck? No?
When I address chat I am speaking to a presumed Greek chorus of real human people shitposting on their lunch break, not a machine that devours lakes to covert electricity into slop.
“Scott, is there something you require? I am busy at this moment.”
Scott appears from his tent, into mine, his smile shining bright. I sigh.
A few days or so ago—time flies, and I have been staying with the kindest scientists for around a year—I made an error. As Albert would say, a clerical error.
I needed to get notes of findings from Scott, which Albert requested. I trudged through the snow, one step after another, and made it to Scott’s tent. I went inside, to see Scott…crying?
“Scott.”
He looked at me, and froze like a deer.
“Adam…”
He wiped his eyes, and then laughed.
“Adam?”“Yes, Scott.”“If I did this outside…do you think my tears would freeze up?”
I sighed. What had humanity come to, asking frankly absurd questions to hide their sorrow?
“Scott, you are not okay. You are shaking. You are not who you are.”
I reached for him, he pulled away. Scott was never like this. We started bickering, slightly:
“Get away from me, Adam.”“What are you feeling?”
“Adam, I am not in the mood-”“SCOTT.”Scott looked at me, eyes watery.
“I…my dad…he died when I was young. It is the anniversary of his death.”
I felt a chill, but yet also a pang of…something I could not name.
Victor’s death. He, who was not my father, yet created me. His death, which affected me in ways I could not explain.
“Adam…”
He sniffled, and I came closer, wrapping my arms around Scott, who embraced me back almost immediately, unsurprised that I had done this. I began to speak again.
“Scott…I once lost someone once. One who had created me from scrap parts, yet who left me, disgusted with me, the creation he had botched. He died. 166 years ago, he died, and I cast myself into the ice prison I thought I deserved.”Scott sniffled.
“Your old man…—Victor, right?—sounds quite interesting.”
Scott pulled me closer, as if I was some sort of canine, and then he realized.
I, Adam, who had rejected physical contact, afraid I would harm the scientists, was embracing Scott like it was an everyday thing. Scott started to smile concerningly, and that is when I started to regret what I had done.
“You…”“Scott, no.”“...Guys…”“Scott Traley, I forbid you from telling the others that I-”But Scott had already rushed off.
Sighing, I got up.
He would always be like this. Naïve, comedic, but a wonderful friend.
Although what I say, I do not regret enveloping my favorite scientist, for Scott Traley, as smug as a man can be, is still a good friend of mine.
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a/n: is this buns chat, does ANYONE read this, someone comment pls
tumblr will be not be very interested to know this but today our high school’s Latin club did an Ides of March themed thing with a piñata and with Ides of March trivia and I got a question right extremely fast and also as a freshman on the team that won I got to HIT the PIÑATA FIRST AND NOW I have butterscotches and Hershey’s kisses in my bag
no, mother... you should have read my supposed "school field trip" permission slip closer.... i foresaw your betrayal a mile away.... im afraid, mother, it is you who has been sold to one direction
tumblr will be not be very interested to know this but today our high school’s Latin club did an Ides of March themed thing with a piñata and with Ides of March trivia and I got a question right extremely fast and also as a freshman on the team that won I got to HIT the PIÑATA FIRST AND NOW I have butterscotches and Hershey’s kisses in my bag
