#If I gained I'd kms

[depraved-gf]

"Hey, turn around? To the side.... Yep. Congrats, your ass is getting fatter."

- my gay roommate

[traaumaa]

tw ////

[yumenosakiacademy]

places online being like "yea, if u walk 50,000 steps a day, u'll b in gr8 shape" yet I've walked abt 55,000 steps (or more sometimes) EVERYDAY for 5 1/2 MONTHS n im still chubby :I

[simonisferal]

view me as a god — self aware (yandere) wanderer x gn reader

warnings: self aware au, reader is viewed as the player, reader is obsessed with genshin in the beginning, codependency (aether and wanderer), wanderer develops a victim mentality, traveler is a goat, aether is he/they (you'll know what I'm talking about)

notes: wanderer lore spoilers to those who haven't read, that one event in 1.6 spoilers to those who haven't played; if my account were self aware, i'd actually kms — the characters don't need to see my bio 😭 / i didnt know what team to put him with so i used my own / congrats king on your second rerun 🙏

it was never intended to be taken this far. this little game you've played for years without end had begun to take your social life away and left you in the dark, the only light you saw was the one on your screen.

the sweet voices of the characters , the beautiful scenery and designs, and the story of the fictional world was so alluring you barely slept. thank god your career had the option of working at home so no other potential coworker could've said something about your disheveled hair or your unpleasant smell.

your life was as perfect as can be as long as you see a picture or anything related to your video game! codependency? what is that? shh, you can survive an hour without it!

fuck. once in his many lives, he had never felt so cold. what was wrong with him?

with every name he gained, another tie to his joints tightened its grip on the wanderer, trapping him from the pleasant feel on calmness but the name the traveler gave it felt so pure and warm like a toasty fireplace during the snow. the puppet hadn't felt any warmth in his body since niwa's irreversible death as his still-beating and bleeding heart has been put inside the chest of wanderer. but now it was gone, just like the other feelings of happiness and sweet childish dreams.

"traveler? why'd we stop?" xiangling asks as she helped bennett sit down beside the anemo statue of seven in windrise to heal his injuries as quickly as possible. layla helps the poor boy eat something she packed into her inventory.

the traveler could only stay silent before letting out a small whisper as the wind slows down, the statue of seven only shining so dimly, not like it does when it feels something — someone greater. "i don't feel it anymore." they sit down on the broken stone steps leading to the statue.

"feel? feel what?" layla mutters, laying her head on the globe she keeps near as she rests her eyes. the traveler doesn't respond as they look through their bag for something. they obviously panic, their chest falling down and rising up quicker than a rabbit's. their golden chest plaque dims ever so slightly, just as the windrise statue's light. "the, uhh... uhm, the wind."

of course the idiots fell for it, wanderer thinks as he hears the collective agreement from his party. he doesn't bother setting down his hat as he sits beside a totem near the staircase, not bothering to show his respect to the anemo god or his peers. they're just there to help him please them, to eliminate any obstacle in the traveler's way as their form of appreciation for what they've done for their accounted nations. but they, not the traveler but they weren't pleased.

is that the reason wanderer couldn't feel their warmth? he didn't attack fast enough, hit hard enough, dodge quick enough? was he not enough for the person behind the stars? the dweller who called "earth" their home?

"why are we in windrise, if i can ask?" layla sits beside the traveler. her curls curl around her while her golden accents let out small hymns. "to... to uhh...heal bennett. i do feel very bad for him with his bad luck and all..."

wanderer knew it was a white lie. sure, bennett had been hurt badly even with layla's shielding and guoba's defensive demeanor towards the poor child and his bad luck was only getting worse with the amount of constant traveling the party did but really, all the traveler wanted to do was rest and wait for that feeling.

the feeling of being monitored, not as a prisoner but as a fragile thing, to be cared for and used as a hollow doll—no need to lift a finger unless told to and loved for their hard work—the work they didn't even do. to be drowned in affection, suffocated with praises, and shot with care and pity. something that the wanderer despised so much but craved so badly.

not by anyone, no. no one, no mortal or god could make him feel this way, but something hidden, someone hidden behind a mask, the stars, and celestia itself was waiting for him, wanting him, caring for him like he was.

when he couldn't dodge an attack, he was healed instantly. when he had no energy, it was replenished right before his eyes. when he wanted to be stronger, he became just that. it was a complicated choice between his morals and integrity or his selfish desires and temptations.

bennett didn't heal as fast as he does when the greater person behind the screen is there. he blames it on his bad luck but both the traveler and wanderer know what's really wrong. his pale face slowly turns back to his tanner complexion as time moves forward and everyone decides to rest up a bit before the night ends.

it's been too long since the feeling went away.

"[wanderer]! is it okay if you're on watch duty?" that name. it felt like a childhood lullaby, something the elderly women of tatarasuna would sing him to sleep when he was awoken by nightmares. that name was his, something he held to with genuine pride, not like his other disdainful names that were given by cruel people or joking jesters.

"alright." there's no sigh, groan, or remark afterwards to everyone's surprise. it only happens once in a blue moon and you know damn well that they took it to heart.

layla and xiangling slept beside bennett while aether sat where he was with his eyes closed. there was a moment of silence where it was just beautiful.

the crystalflies didn’t hide from the characters, an anemo one landing on layla’s nose and on the top of the wanderer’s hat. the wind blew ever so softly and for a moment, the wanderer could feel that warmth again.

“what’s up with you?” the traveler asked. his eyes stayed close but they were attentive like always.

“nothing.”

“liar.”

wanderer frowns and slightly turns his head to see them. a smile grew on their face and they sat up, opening their eyes and looking directly at him. “you felt it, didn’t you?” the wanderer looks away.

“do you always ask dumb questions?”

the traveler beside him stifles a laugh. “they’re not dumb,” they pause. they have a visible frown painted on their face now. “you know, don’t you?”

“what? that there’s some being out there controlling us, that the world shifts to their liking, or that you can practically see their face written in those damned stars?”

they stay silent. how’d he even know? was it that meteorite from long ago? “yeah, i guess.”

the wanderer scoffs at his companion's vagueness. “i’m tired of being a vessel.” that was obviously a lie. he can’t remember the last time he actually enjoyed serving someone, let alone helping if it wasn’t for his own personal gain. it felt nice being used (which is something he never thought he’d ever think).

aether sighs, leaning on the totem. they closed their eyes, "wake me up later then."

the wanderer scoffed. "i'm not your alarm," he says but he doesn't complain any further, simply watching over his teammates, the ones you assigned him, with a faint frown on his face. just where were you?

you quickly sweep your phone off of your desk once you come back from an errand. it was only a few minutes but still! you need your game to thrive at work, remember?

it had been days to them. they were at windrise, where you left them, your whole team. thank the gods. everyone was awake and ready to be used as characters.

you continued what you were doing prior to your errand, collecting crystalflies and flowers for your characters' ascensions.

wanderer didn't tell anyone he felt your warmth.

he shouldn't, he couldn't—wouldn't. no one else had suffered like him, it was unfair for those who didn't deserve it to bask in the sweet feeling of your muse. everything bad happened to him; nothing ever bad happened to anyone else.

nahida was right; he needs help!

your help. you were the only one who could help him, help the poor wanderer who had cried and groveled at your feet centuries ago, begging for a god greater than the gods to take care of him and help him—you!

you put him through all this pain to help him in the end, right? to free him, make him truly himself and not part human or puppet but himself again.

his salvation wasn't leaving him; he wouldn't let it happen.

[edensrose]

˚◞❀˳ a proper farewell

god that title sounds dramatic as fuck so let me just clear things up immediately: no, I'm not leaving tumblr, I will still be very manageable to reach and interact. what I am drifting away from is the tolkien fandom — and since this place, despite my hardships, has meant so much to me - I decided to give it a proper little farewell, to the people who made everything count. along with a little explanation for my decision while shedding light on my experience. ( I'll try to be brief )

I joined the tolkien fandom while writing for thranduil, it's here I gained my following in the fanbase and things went quite smoothly. however, upon beginning to write for mairon, then melkor and then later the ainur — I saw an increase in hate anons. something I have experienced before, natural of a multi fandom blog, but never to this degree. initially I assumed it was because I was simply growing larger as a blog, and perhaps that is the reason — but from what I noticed, I was battling with a bunch of chronically online people who simply could not handle my love for. . . "problematic characters"

I never understood it, really. I never saw other ainur blogs getting the hate I did - I guess I'll truly never know. had I done something? was my writing just not good enough? were my vibes off? over the time I've been called things like two faced, fake, a romanticiser of abuse, lazy for not filing out requests, been told I shouldn't write reader inserts, told to kms and other graphic incidents ( such as people sending death threats and actual gore to my inbox ). this branched from burner accounts to anons, and I could just never understand why me. a quick gander at the #clownon tag and you'll find some of the instances in which I've been harassed.

I genuinely thought my writing was the issue.

which demotivated me from writing for quite some time. could I have turned anon off? sure, but that would have meant that the anons I'd frequently interact with would most likely not come around anymore. it meant a decline in requests, it meant just a crippling factor to my blog in general, so I chose to ignore. but it got hard to eventually. I was bullied for liking a god with big wings just because for crying out loud.

I've tried to fake being okay. fake being strong and unwavering about the hate, but I just couldn't anymore. and that's okay.

it wasn't all tears and hardships though. I have made very good friends through the tolkien fandom, many of which I consider close. from @bluezenzennie to @kiatheinsomniac — @a-contemplation-upon-flowers , @cilil , @someoneinthestars and so so many more. it'd take me forever to tag and honestly my heart is squeezing so much listing these few down already. they made fandom fun, whether it was our silly little play fights or collabs or you name it. those of you that have spent time to tell me about your day on anon or send in the nicest of things. I haven't forgotten them, and I cherish them, but it's time for me to go

am I sad? fucking of course. a part of me found so much comfort here and in these characters. I've spent hours on end developing lore for aus or designing aesthetics for writing — just writing and pumping out content or blogs, everything and anything I could do. and while I don't regret those times - the way I've been treated in response hurts. which is why I've made this decision.

I'm growing as a person too. I'm writing a book now, I've got an oc blog to promote that book that I'm working hard on ( @valentine-cafe ) , things are looking good. does this mean I'm just gonna disappear? of course not. I plan on staying around, getting back into request writing ( for other fandoms ) and still interacting and supporting my tolkien moots and friends. will I be writing or creating content for tolkien? probably not. at least not in the foreseeable future. the characters I once loved and cherished have now been ruined for me. I've been made to feel embarrassed for loving manwe and namo to the degree that I have, and I don't see myself being able to write for ainur without thinking of all the shit I've gotten for doing so.

regardless, I'll be here still. and while I might not be your local valarfucker anymore, I hope to be your rose still 🩷 thank you so much for two and a half years, I love you all dearly

[lost-in-fandoms]

actually so incensed about this??? like i KNOW we've been on the backfoot and now everything sucks and maybe max WILL lose his championship i don't know i'd probably have to kms if it happens but he hasn't yet??? he GAINED points just two weekends ago?? he's doing as much damage limitation as he can???? he hasn't lost yet and if i know one thing about max verstappen is that he will keep giving his all to keep fighting and discounting him like this is disrespectful

[amadholes-lostre]

Countries- Amphibia, The Owl House, and maybe Star vs Evil

I said before that my bnha au I'd is a crossover with other series including Amphibia, toh, and aot, which is half true. In reality, it wasn't the case originally because I made it in the early 2021. During this time, I was very much obsessed with The Prom. However, after the Amphibia Final aired (which I got so depressed from the series I was contemplating suicide, lol), I started adding other series. Initially, it was just the characters, including the nonhuman ones. However, I found that boring, so I decided to have the Amphibia continent and the Boiling Isle (actually the entire demon realm) transported on Earth. The idea of Amphibia transporting to Earth was my theory of how Anne and Sprig stayed together before the finals.

So, Amphibia, the Demon Realm, and maybe Mewni transported onto Earth in the Early Dark/Vigilante Era (around 2070s), right after the Final Ballad. For the world reaction, half the world were panicking, screaming their ass off, wondering if G-d forsaken them. For the other half, it more the align of this:

How each land came into appearing on Earth is different (I not even bothering with Mewni). For Amphibia, I imagine it happened when Leif stolen the Music Box. There were more scuffle between her and Andrias, which led the Music Box not only teleporting them but Amphibia to Earth.

(A very shitty map of how I vision it. And yes, Amphibia is that big, Matt said it was the size of Australia.)

I certain Amphibia could keep the majority of its technology even without the Box, though it couldn't maintain some of it (maybe like the that could made Newtopia Castle hovered). By the time in bnha contemporary, the population should be around a billion or so, and there will a lot of technology exchange, much to the Core chagrin. For instance, Hop Pop will be around 130 years old. Also, there are Amphibians who have quirks (Asui Tsuyu is half-Human, half-Amphibian thanks to this; her mother is a Frog and her father is a Human with Toad-like quirk)

Also, no, I will not make this au an Anne x Sprig. They are very much best friends, sister and brother. I am a very strictly Sashannarcy shipper.

For the Demon Realm, it is a bit tricky. Mainly because there isn't a full map of the Demon Realm, so we don't know how many islands there are, how big the world, or even there are non-Titan landmass. So there going be a lot of guessing.

Unlike Amphibia, the Demon Realm lands were scattered across Earth. Some, like the Titan-Trapper Isle, are located near Amphibia, like the Southwest of Mexico Coast. For the Boiling Isle, it's located in Atlantic.

(Lol, lmao even)

The Boiling Isles, referred to as the Belus Archipelago, is mostly still disunity, even after teleporting onto Earth.

The Belus Archipelago is much larger than the BI, though not the island itself. Terrace said the Titan is the size of Vermont, 24,000 km² (smaller than the Bay Area). While the island is still the same, there are far more lands in its surroundings, most of it is non-Titan landmass. This brings the total land area of 150,000 km². Not only that, there are other titan archipelago that align with Belus, both north and south, making it look like this:

(Like this, but there are dozens more)

Belus and its islands total population should be around 10 million, either Witch-kind or Demon-Kind. And there is a similar population for the other archipelago, bringing the population nearly billions of Witches and Demons. Witches and Demons cannot gain a quirk unless they manage to have a child with either a Human or Amphibian. Luz in this AU is a half-Human, half-Witch. Her father is a Witch whose family lived in the Dominican Republic for many generations (can a nonhuman be a Latine?). He met Camila, and they moved to Gravefield just like canon. The reason why, other than for Healthcare (there is a colonycof Witches), was the intensive discrimination they faced from both Witch and Humans for interspeciesrelationships. Luz, being mixed, faces discrimination due to this, being called the M-word. Luz can't do magic, but she does have a quirk, creating non-physical light.

I can't really think anything else. Belos/Philip likely controls the Boiling Isle like in canon, except not only the Belus Archipelago but also the other archipelago. I also will think his motivation will change, though I don't know what.

That's it, see yay!

[skinnyysweets]

i feel like such a wannar3xic sometimes because while i'm on 3dblr, count calories, restrict, weigh myself everyday, want to be (borderline) underweight, etc, i still eat around 1800 c4lories a day, still eat chocolate, sweets, ice cream, sugary snacks, burgers, pizza, and all the other 'fattening' foods because i've taught myself that the only thing you need to lose weight is to be in a c4lorie deficit regularly and consistently. the only 4n0r3x1c thing about me are my thoughts, goals and tumblr blog, and yea, just having 4n4 thoughts is enough to qualify for an 3d, it feels like i'm not acting sick enough, and i don't even know if i want to act sick enough. anytime i think back to 4 years ago, eating 500 cals a day and being the lowest weight i'd ever been, i was so fucking miserable all the time. i wanted to km$ on the daily, i $h'd because i hated my body so much, i hid in clothes. i don't want to go back to that mindset, it didn't even work in the end because i kept gaining and losing the same 5kgs and i hated myself even more for it. i don't want to be miserable.

[calling-the-angels]

Tldr; anon hate is nothing in the face of genocide and I refuse to let this get sanitized in history books.

~~~~~

After a decade on this website, I finally got my first anonymous hate! It was honestly devasting and really made me reconsider my stance on everything and I'd just like to thank the academy and... /jk 😂😂

It was obviously in response to my post about a CNN article on Palestinian journalists that's gaining a bit of traction here. But seriously, calling me a Nazi isn't going to stop me from posting about Palestine. Telling me to kms isn't going to stop me from posting about Palestine. You could threaten me and my entire life and it STILL wouldn't stop me from posting about Palestine.

Why?

Every GOD. DAMN. DAY. I go online and am bombarded with even more evidence of IOF war crimes and zionist hate crimes. I've seen a toddler pulled from the rubble to discover his lower half was no longer connected to his upper half. I've seen IOF soldiers gleefully recording themselves pushing Palestinian men into a ditch dug between ruined buildings, shooting them in the head, and laughing. I've seen zionist mothers training their toddler to parrot a saying about growing up and "killing all the arabs". I've seen adults grinning at a middle school aged classroom of zionist kids talking about their hate for 'the arabs'. I've seen cultural and historical landmarks DECIMATED because of the zionists complete disregard for anything celebrating Palestinian lives. I've learned about bumper stickers that say "Finish them" which are popular in Isntreal. I've watched real estate development companies market 'coastal' homes over the real ruined images of Gazan homes and shops. I've heard Isntreal political and religious LEADERS blatantly state their plans of genocide and mass displacement. This is only the bare minimum of what I have seen, freely accessible, online for the masses.

Yet zionists call me the nazi? Seems they need to read a fucking history book.

Grow the fuck up and recognize that colonial mindsets and doing terrible, HORRIFIC things with impunity is no longer the status quo. Grow up and realize that the global mindset is shifting from a me-based society to a we-based society at a scale never seen before due to social media and its reach. Grow up and realize that THE PEOPLE ARE ANGRY.

And to fellow activists and good people standing on the right side of history... through us refusing to stop talking about Palestine, we are ENSURING that the future knows exactly what happened in Gaza, in Palestine. We are making sure history can't be rewritten. I feel pretty good about that, what about you?

Flowers are blooming in Antarctica and fire is catching.

[pixie-bon-s]

Okay I'm back. Had another recovery phase because I gained weight but now I'm back because I'm just so embaressed every where I go. I've basically got a double chin and you can barely see my waist go in any and there's even fat on my hips. My school skin that used to be to big pushes on my stomach and I'd I don't loose now I'm just gonna kms.

[andswarwrites]

Day 9

Yesterday I wrote about our experience with the pandemic and schooling, but now I have another "pandemic tale" to tell.  While everyone was sharing stories about how the pandemic made them gain weight, S- and I took ourselves in hand and conquered obesity.  I mean, we gained some of the weight back, and losing it a second time is proving difficult, but I no longer have high blood pressure, and both of us still fit in our clothes, so we're doing okay.

Weight gain can be so gradual, it creeps up on you.  S- was always on the portly side, and we're both tall, and I would classify myself as "curvy", so when the pandemic first hit, we'd go for a run around the block every day, and eat whatever we wanted.  It wasn't until we visited my parents in the summer of 2020 that we experienced a shock.  My mom borrowed a scale from a friend and had the two of us weigh ourselves.  That was tough love, huh?  S- was around 300 lb, and I was only forty pounds lighter.

It was summer, so both of us began getting out for walks every single day.  S- would walk to and from work on sunny days, and that gave him 5 km, and I would walk over to see him at lunchtime and we would walk around the campus together, then I'd walk home, getting my own 5 km.  Just walking every day makes a big difference.  And we cut sugar, salt, processed food and alcohol.  Since we lost the weight (S- lost close to a hundred pounds, and I lost eighty-five) we have adjusted the diet.

For breakfast we lean towards fruit, oatmeal, the occasional slice of whole grain toast; for lunches we tend to make stews, wraps and sandwiches.  And for supper I have been making a lot of soups and salads.  We're not vegetarian, but I feel like we buy more cheese than we do any other animal product.  Now, tell me if this makes sense: I don't think full on deprivation is the way to go when you're losing weight.  You need habits that are sustainable.  So exercise and how you eat cannot be temporary, with a set goal in mind.

I do lose weight with the current diet we're having. However, the scale shows me some pretty discouraging fluctuations.  All winter I worked out, but this spring I hit a wall.  On the other hand, the days are now longer, the warmer weather is approaching, and I'm planning to go for a walk with a friend tomorrow.  There's a nearby park that helps you get away from the city for about an hour, in wooded trails.  It'll be muddy this time of year, but I've got good boots. 

Every time I achieve a goal, it is by taking one day at a time, and celebrating small victories.  For example, this year, I just passed the 100K mark in my daily writing.  I only started one story so far this year, the rest of my writing has been journalling.  I've been getting ideas for fiction, and my new main character has been taking shape.  I'm in no hurry to write a new novel.  It would be nice if I could write one in November, like old times, but I've still got a lot of editing to do.  So we'll see.

I have a confession to make: my self esteem is not quantified by a number: the amount in my bank account, the weight I see in the morning when I step on the bathroom scale, my age, the scores I get on tests.  They're all numbers, they don't fulfill me.  You know what fulfills me?  Life.  If we have enough money for the basic necessities, some fun splurges here and there, and enough set aside for emergencies, we're good.  My goal in watching my weight is mainly to make sure I remain healthy.  But if I'm eating well, working out as much as I can, and staying active, what more can I do?  Certainly not starve myself.

And as for my age: I used to think youth ended once your thirties ended.  Well I am halfway through my thirties, and I've got a new approach: I'm going to just enjoy each passing year, and mature as gracefully as I can.  And as for test scores: I know I am intelligent.  I don't need to define my intelligence by how many dates and facts I can retain.  I enjoyed school, but it has its place.  Can you learn?  Can you teach?  You're set.  Because if you can learn, you'll be able to grow as a person, and if you can teach, you can share your personal growth with those around you. 

I rambled again, didn't I?  I tend to do that, because a lot of topics are all interconnected in my head.  And that is what I'm going to talk about for the next four days, starting tomorrow: my head.  Starting with how I really feel about being called "weird" and "crazy".  But that's tomorrow's ramblings, not today's.  I forgot to mention: N- has an appetite that can be downright scary.  I had to start feeding her solid food at four months, and one of the only dishes that would fill her was green peas, avocado and egg.  That was her absolute favorite.

Now that N- is entering the teen years, I worry about her, because she can just consume food.  I remember hunger at that age, and between meals I had to satisfy myself with an apple.  And I lived.  I've been working on helping N- to savor and enjoy her food; my sister told N- to chew until she has tasted every flavor.  I think that is really good advice.  We should also be mentally present when we eat.  I prefer meals where we eat as a family, at the table, enjoying one another as much as we enjoy the food on our plates.

[loubatas]

I empathize so much with that kid you mentioned because my mother made me do the same kind of hike when I was 8, I have been that kid crying because I was scared to fall from a steep descent

The person who recced the hike to her was an avid hiker friend who went "oh yeah that's a medium difficulty hike, you can take your kids with you since they're used to hike, it's a nice family outing"

Now I'd like to say that we were big hikers and used to day-long hikes in the mountains. But, in the end, my brother and me were still 8 and 10yo children

That hike. Was almost 12 km long. 850m elevation gain. Between 1750m and 2580m above sea level (in freedom units that's 7,4 miles, 2790 feet elevation gain, between 5740 and 8465 feet above sea level), on the ridge of a mountain with some very steep passages and a few sheer drops and cliffs

Basically, we were absolutely unprepared. While later as a teen this kind of hike did not become unusual for me, for a child it was way too much. Me, my brother and my dad never let our mom forget the shit she put us through. If she were still alive we'd still be remembering her a few times a year

IDK where I was going but yeah. Different people have different ideas of what is an easy hike or a hard one or whatever. And gear is important

(because yeah I was also wearing sneakers because my mom didn't want to buy us expensive hiking shoes when we were growing up so fast we'd use them only one summer. Well that was her reasoning. I had blisters for weeks. I still have nightmares of that hike. If you ever go to the southwestern Alps do NOT take your 8yo kid to hike the Crêtes de Vars omfg)

when i say i like hiking, i don’t mean “eight mile backpacking trip with special gear and an emergency beacon” sort of hiking, i mean a three mile loop to go look at pretty things and then a huge brunch after.

[mayashwood]

Listen, I know I'm a terrible human for using AI image generators, if I have to go to hell for it I'll understand but this is important social science, and it might be the key to winning the culture war.

My gf and I were talking about an old college lecturer of mine, who was a Marxist, and who had been a particular influence on me, and I said that honestly his indoctrination would have been a lot less effective if not for the fact that he was extremely tall and cool and sexy and rode a triumph motorcycle and wore leather trousers (swoon).

We sort of joked around with the idea that universities aren't able to churn out Cultural Marxists at the rate required of them to effectively combat the inexorable slide towards fascism because university lecturers aren't allowed to be sexy and wear leather trousers and ride triumph motorcycles anymore (and take you for coffee and tell you you're clever so you get a fizzy feeling in your tummy) because of woke.

Anyway it suddenly occurred to me that we can probably gain enough critical mass to tip the scale, you know, really move the overton window if we do something similar to the highly successful bike to work scheme, and provide a generous grant to eligible (Marxist) lecturers for the purchase of leather trousers and triumph motorcycles.

I recognise this strategy hinges on my hypothesis that providing such support to pretty much any Marxist would make them instantly fuckable, so I chose Karl himself, the original Marxist, and conveniently one who I think most people probably wouldn't bang (this is tumblr tho, so I'm confident there's already porn about it here lol) for my AI prompt, and I'd like you ladies and gentlethings to tell me, would you fuck the result if he propositioned you in a campus coffee shop?

For what it's worth, I'm def letting this version of Karl Marx geddit.

Please vote below (idk how to do a poll :3 )

[neverending--ending]

I wonder if I would be more upset, if I cared more if I didn't see myself dead within the next 10 years.

Weight gain doesn't drive me as insane as it used to. Im still unstable and unsafe, but before I was petrified of a long painful future of obesity. Still am, but I'll just die if Im overweight at 21.

Celibacy is incredibly easy, because its inconvenient for my hypothetical gf if her boyfriend dies one day. Ofc, I could simply not kms, but I'd rather remain single.

Dysphoria sucks, but death and self destruction are cheaper and more accessible rn than any hormone or therapy. I can't live 80, 40, or 30 years with a body that doesn't feel like mine. But I can tolerate 21.

[lilith-anne-archie]

Can't stop thinking about this post I reblogged (find it here, but here's an extract of the captions in it)

From @tommmoore (on Twitter)

« The idea that our stuff is just a pretty picture to be copied as easily as possible is so depressing - we recommitted to hand drawn values, even when using technology we believed that the process was meditative, that the process infused something intangible(…) why I wanted to create these films with my collaborators was a celebration of hand drawn animation and to find a way to spend our days. »

The system wants to produce more, all the time, anytime, regardless of how things are actually produced. It inevitably empties everything of meaning, making every single thing hollow. Like, empty shells.

What if we refocused on the fact that producing for production's sake is not the goal? What if we refocused on the fact that throughout our life we change, we gain experience, we reflect, we get wrong, we make amend, we progress, we reflect, we meditate... And any of this is not possible to experience if anything you produce or commit to doing/work on, be it Art (shitty or not, whatever the standard), food/cooking, relationships, learning about things, about yourself... is 100% made by a machine and not you.

Needless to say that A.I. generated technologies would not be able to compute things without human creations that it feeds its algorithm on. It still has its limits. You have none.

Your experience of things is actually what truly matters and the most precious thing one should be nurturing.

I also think about things like Art therapy and I'm like, how can you not see what Art allows to express, share, and formulate?

Beyond the fact that A.I. generated art implies art theft, I also urge you to create things at your own pace, making your own mistakes, progress and journey.

Don't be robbed of your experiences. Machines won't let you enjoy the ride of doing things (there will be frustration, but that's the point).

When I was younger I walked a little bit of Saint James Way in France, and I thought. My GOD I've experienced things and seen places during this 1 week/100 km of walking that I'd never had seen from my car, or the train...

And that made me think about how steam trains changed the way people in the 19th century saw the world, because they experienced shorter journeys. And how from there technology just altered our experiences of things.

And how artists of the time, as photography also emerged, started to shift their view of the world. And Impressionism and many other genres appeared.

Technology is amazing! I love it! It's so useful and it saves lives, and it create bridges, it so cool! It can be inspiring!

However, never forget to sometimes take longer journeys, and to live your own experiences.

Create stuff. Don't steal.

“Hey sweetie, don’t you worry - you’ll never have to draw again. I got an AI to do it.”

Wank. Wank. Wank. Wank. Wank. Fucking wank. I hate this so much.

[kiunlo]

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i don't see any other way out of my situation other than death or getting a job (which will destroy my physical and mental health until i basically want to kms anyway) and like at this point every other way to make money such as off of my art by creating a store or some shit would be a waste of money and resources because my original art simply isn't popular/it's uninteresting to people and EVERY single fucking platform takes egregious amounts of money away from it's creators to the point where they fucking lose more money than they gain. like at this point i'm considering sex work but i'm bitch ass virgin with social anxiety and don't see myself as that attractive, and i'm also transmasc pre-everything and know for a fact that the type of ppl i'd have as my audience would but disgusting ass cishet men. like at this point i just want to hit the reset button and try again for a better life because there is no way out of this that isn't me suffering in some fucking way