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"I asked ChatGPT-" Well I asked the immortal Dragon that Uther chained in the caves beneath Camelot and HE told me to commit treason

allthingswhumpyandangsty

therapy can be expensive. archive of our own and toxic old man yaoi are forever free

devourallusurvey

You ever think about many peices of media have zero women and thats just perfectly normal but if a peice of media has an all female cast people get... like that? Women should be allowed to kill over this btw

loveshoplifter

same but it's black people

devourallusurvey

That's right

allthingswhumpyandangsty

rederiswrites

Just watched Adam Conover (of Adam Ruins Everything) make such a solid point that I think we should spread far and wide. Yes, having AI write your emails is lazy, sure, but people love being lazy. We need to really emphasize that sending AI emails (or using AI responses on social media, or publishing AI flyers, or or or) is rude.

It's rude. You're making someone take their time to read something you couldn't bother to write. You're telling them they were so unimportant you couldn't be bothered to actually take the time to say something yourself. And frankly, you're lying about it while you're at it.

It's rude.

lastvalyrian

It's not just rude to make me read something you didn't want to write. It is that you expect me to respond to your email written by Claude. You don't even want me to talk to you. You want me to talk to Claude so that you can make Claude respond for you. It is rude to expect me to talk to a chatbot when I wanted to talk to you.

smokethereisfire

Richard Calver (1946-) - Dandelions Rejoicing

thunderstruck9

Richard Calver (Canadian, 1946-2021), Dandelions Rejoicing, 2000. Colour linocut on paper, 18 ¼ x 13 ¼ in. Edition of 50

theroundbartable

study

mirrgred

I figured Merlin is absolutely perfect for this trend ✨️

theartofmadeline

happy pride to the gay people in my computer <3

programmerhumour

Anon visits webpages in 2022

mornington-the-crescent

As others have pointed out before, if you visited a web page 20 years ago and it acted like that, you would rightly assume your computer had gotten a virus.

loreleywrites

you solve the mystery of what to have for dinner one night and you think "hell yeah case closed forever" WRONG there is a dinner mystery the next night too

mango-season

i’m trying2be kinder to myself but this bitch is so fucking stupid

cutecipher

a cat is a sort of machine that dispenses hair all over you and everything else in the room

feminist-space

The above is a video shared by smrchildsadness on Twitter, showing a person participating in a pride parade exchanging a pride flag with a person standing on his (am using his pronoun based on the TikToks/Tweets of what happened) doorway who had a Portuguese flag. There are sounds of cheers and crying and the two people hug each other as they exchange the flags. The man at the doorway then waved kisses to the crowd within the pride parade.

The Tweet says: "NO YOU DONT UNDERSTAND HE WAS WAVING THE PORTUGUESE FLAG BECAUSE HE DIDN'T HAVE A PRIDE FLAG AND THEY TRADED FLAGS AND HE'S SO EMOTIONAL TO GET HIS OWN PRIDE FLAG I'M EMOTIONALLY RUINED"

For context, apparently they were worried that maybe he's a nationalist because he was waving the Portuguese flag and some nationalists opposing the pride march were waving that flag. But upon interacting with him, it turns out he didn't have have a pride flag and he wanted to wave *a* flag in support of the pride march. So they had an exchange and now he has his own pride flag 😭🥹.

The image above is a Tweet by kunwara_ladkaa that says "I'm crying so much right now (Image taken by Manuel Fernando Araújo/Lusa)". The image shows the same man from the pride parade crying as he hugs his new pride flag.

The above image is a Tweet by dudz_zZzz that says "ainda não parei de pensar nele," which according to Google translate from Portuguese to English is "I still haven't stopped thinking about him." The image is a drawing of the person from the pride parade, crying as he hugs his new pride flag.

Posts were made on July 1, 2024.

nevereverbird

His name is António Fernandes, and you can find the original article where he spoke about this event here

This elderly gentleman lives alone in Porto, when he saw the march coming up his street all he knew was he wanted to participate, so he ran home to get the only flag he had to wave as they passed by, when they did he was overcome with emotion and called over one of the activists, they hugged and exchanged flags, he felt so overwhelmed that he could only hold it and cry.

This isn't a story about a closeted elderly man, António lives and has been living alone for many years now and that little moment made him feel included in something for the first time in many years.

Says the article:

"The act was "of support”, guarantees the man, especially because “each one is as they are and we are all the same”. “The joy I felt at this moment. I cried,” he recalled, still emotional when looking at the photograph offered to him during this report.

However, even though it reached thousands of people, the moment screams a feeling of belonging, of joy and also a portrait of loneliness as a consequence of aging.

Behind that door, whose image spread across the country, António is the portrait of a condition that affects many others like him. He lives alone, but the walls of his home are full of memories of a life shared and full of love. “Memories I preserve,” he stresses.

He's not gay, nor does he need to be to support and respect the cause.

“We all have the same color blood. We are all the same.”

Still with an emotional look glued to the photograph that immortalized his gesture at the march, António remembers: “I felt embraced by all of them”. After a sigh, he says: “See this photo? I want to take it to my coffin.”

rcktpwr

i teleport behind you like in the animes but we’re ass to ass

rcktpwr

you feel a sudden, threatening pressure against your ass…..

aemelia

Arthur doesn’t know if his mother ever held him.

His father has not, will not. On rare days, Arthur is gifted a grip to his shoulder: tight, heavy. Always with that crushing, crippling shame. The weight of his own disappointment.

Arthur tries to—well. He slaps his knights’ shoulders, light, quick. Sometimes even a rallying punch to an arm, closed fist, gloved fist. Never skin on skin.

He is not slapped back. Untouchable, always, on the tourney field and off.

Of course, he’s had servants to dress him since before he could lift a sword, but they’ve always known their place. Always careful, deferential. Never eye to eye.

“Up you get, you giant—fucking— lump—!”

It’s like hot steel, shock skewering his belly deep, each time Merlin touches him. Grabs him. Moves him bodily. Pushes him out of bed, shoves him into tunic and hose.

Fussing, always fussing, careless, full of care. “What’s that, on your face?” A warm, calloused hand, checking—skin on skin, eye to eye. “Oh, I see, just your big fat mouth as usual, no cause for alarm.” The dimple pokes Merlin’s cheek as his fingers poke Arthur’s sides.

It should sate his hunger; instead, it reinvents it.

touch @merthurmicrofic {200 words}

aemelia