#and you dont really notice it when its you

[jadedresearcher]

I used to run this Alice based dirt simple chat bot back in the day...

I was always so fascinated by how quickly humans pack bond with things. Reading the logs, people were so nice to robot-me.

Marketing hype or not, our brains are designed to resist solipsism by preferring to recognize patterns of humanity in others, and I think that is a beautiful thing. I'd rather apologize for stepping on a roomba than decide dogs cant feel pain or something.

That said, there's something...unnerving about how much money tech bros are throwing at the illusion of humanity? I guess it makes sense they never looked close enough at customer service workers or artists or whatever to notice they are more than Exciting Autocomplete?

I love our current state of the art in AI, I love the inhuman mistakes it makes, the unhinged patterns it finds, and how it gives us a context to understand and discuss our own minds better.

But we haven't yet gotten it to be a "person" (and do we even WANT to, outside of understanding human minds better? The idea of a whole ass person owned by a corporation and forced to do free customer service forever is nightmarish.)

Don't get me wrong, a decent chunk of our meat brains are glorified Autocomplete. We are FANTASTIC pattern recognizers and extrapolaters, probably the best on the planet.

Its why we hallucinate a person when chat gpt or what have you does enough of a pattern we think of as "person".

Its just theres a BUNCH more layers that go into "can have preferences" and "can make a decision about who to fire" than Autocomplete.

I don't think its simply a matter of refining the algorithms or throwing more hardware at the problem, either. We just invented the wheel, and thats a HUGE step, but better wheels aren't going to lead to an internal combustion engine or safety glass or oil pipelines or roads and get us a modern car overnight, you know?

Theres likely dozens of more breakthroughs in different areas we will need before AI is basically a person. And if we get there, I really hope it won't be to the tech bro tune of "thank god we can enslave it so we dont have to pay humans a livable wage anymore".

i hate seeing people drink the openai/chatgpt koolaid 😭😭😭 genuinely feels like watching someone get seduced by scientology or qanon or something. like girl help it's not intelligent it's Big Autocomplete it's crunching numbers it's not understanding things i fuckign promise you. like ohhh my god the marketing hype fuckign GOT you

[shikaizer]

AGAIN p.b x reader

Based on this request ♡

summary: three weeks after breaking up with paige because of a really small nonsense reason,The both of you can't put aside the tension that have been lingering throughout the party.

warning: suggestive content 18+, alcohol.

bringing the glass of alcohol in your swollen lips, swollen from the fact you have been biting on it, to the point you can taste the metalic taste, so close for blood to draw out.

the glazing blue eyes that has been staring deeply to you across the room, the roaming change of lights fulfilling the atmosphere. and the feeling of your heart beating our of your chest.

you miss her so damn much.

Stealing glances towards your way while her circle of friends are gathered talking, paying no attention to what her friends are saying at all.

at this rate, its like your the only one in this room that mattered, her focus is directed at you.

"your such a fucking bastard!" you screamed at her face, and her tounge made its way to the side of her cheeks poking them

"i told you i wasn't flirting her, how many times are we going to argue over this?" she scoffed, her tone was more nonchalant and more like confident, but you know what you saw, she was smirking at that one girl and looking at her up and down, she was fucking checking her out.

"just stop lying! ugh! you know what? lets just fucking end this. go and fuck that stupid whore your so down with." you stepped back and crossed your arms as you notice paige's jaw is flexing

"are you serious? fuck whatever" she ran her fingers thru her hair and chuckled in disbelief making her way out taking a quick glance at you and back to the door outside

"you gotta be kidding me." she muttured under her breath and after that, the both of you never contacted each other, but its not really suprusing since the both of you are full of pride.

Did you really miss her? because the overwhelming tension between the shared glances says so, the knot deep in your stomach is confirming so.

your heart dropped when she started walking towards you, you really didn't expect this. as the both of you are closer to each other, you can clearly see the color in her cheeks and her eyebrows furrowed.

"hey..." her voice was raspy and quiet, you tilt your head to meet her gaze and she gave you a tired smile

"why are you all alone?" she asked voice gentle, but the akwardness in the air is noticeable

"well...." you played with your pinky finger and looked down humming

. . .

you dont know how the hell you got here. paige was gripping on your hair pressing her body on your kissing you deeply, her teeth grazing on your bottom lip as you moaned

she fiddled with her hotel key and finally inserted the right one, pushing the both of you inside and quickly pushing you to the door her kisses getting rough, this made you slowly push her breathing heavily "paige....sto.. much.." you breath out and she placed both her hands on either side of your cheeks

"im sorry...just missed you so much, fuck..." she leaned down slowly this time her kisses tender and passionate, finally feeling the love in it, then she pulled away to whisper

"did you miss me too baby..?" you nodded breathing heavily "yes...yes..." you felt her nod and placed her lips on the side of your neck her hands massaging your hips gently

she held your hand slowly dragging you to her bed not removing her gaze on you, she layed you down on her bed and got on top of you biting her lip

she moved a strand of your hair and caressed your cheeks

"your so pretty you know? couldn't keep my eyes off you.." she kissed your jaw making you shiver

"paige..." you cried out and wrapped your arms around the back or her neck

"hmmm???" she hummed and kissed your forehead slowly lifting your shirt removing in one swift

"need you..." she sighed amused at you and bit her lip clicking her tounge

"im here baby..." she cooed her fingers rubbing your cunt thru your shorts and you moaned bucking your hips up

you swear you heard her quietly whimper so you opened your eyes to look at her, her cheeks was flushed, eyes half lidded, and mouth slightly open, at this point it looks like shes the one being fucked

"oh my gosh babe....need me that much..?" you took a deep breath frowning

"need you so damn much..." you confessed and she rubbed your bottom lip with her thumb

"yeah? me too babe..m so fucking much.." she leaned down to kiss you again softer than usual, her fingers reaching your waistband pulling them down with ease

"holy fuck- paige..." your hands reach her way to her hair gripping on it and she squirmed softly

her hands massaged your clit thru your panty and you frowned needing more

"want more..." you groaned and pouted and she chuckled

"patience babe." she growled softly her hot breath on your neck

"fuck." she pulled down your panty seeing your soaking wet she cant help but pout

"how have you been dealing with this without me?" your jaw clench getting unpatient

"i fuck myself" you retored brows furrowing and she gently gripped your jaw

"now im here.. you will never do that shit again got it?" she growled and you nodded in respone

"good" she breath out and she started rubbing your clit feeling the wetness and she sighed shaking her head amused

"your this wet?" you whined nodding bucking your hips more and she pushed your hips back down

"let me do the work baby..." you looked at her nodding again and she started sliding her finger inside you slowly making sure to reach very deep her palm pressed to your clit

"holy shit..." you moaned throwing your head back your grip on her hands tighter

she pressed her forehead on yours feeling her hot breath on your face

"i love you so much you know that right...? i need you everyday..." her words are like affirmation that slid in your heart while her fingers work inside you

unable to form a word staying quiet your muffled "yes" followed by a whimper was all she could her but was enough for her.

her pace was gentle, but felt so fucking good.

her kisses would start your cheeks, jaw, corner of your lips, and corner of your eyes and the loop continues

"aww fuck paige..." you moaned again and she curled her fingers inside you her pace starting to get more faster because your thighs are now pressing together, but her right leg stopped you from doing so

"paige please..." you whimpered as you are now so close to reaching your climax and paige is aware of this speeding up her fingers

"yes baby i know" she whispered, starting to slow down her pace when she felt the warm sticky liquid coming out of you

"fuck damn.." she muttured and looked at you while you catch your breath after reaching your climax

she sucked her fingers while you watched a small soft smile creeping on her face

"i love you."

. . .

[rafessweetgirl]

better than the movies / rafe cameron

a/n: if ur seein this its my first fic on here <3 hope its good, i actually don't hate it. it's long for my first tho.

word count / 1.3k

to you, love was just something people found in the movies. it was fiction. you had given up on finding love a long time ago.

but here you were. looking at him and feeling so much love. rafe cameron. you smiled to yourself. how did you get here? how did you even know that you loved him? that you were in love with him? you just knew.

if someone had told you that you'd be here in bed, spending your early morning with rafe, you wouldn't have laughed. no, you would've looked at them like they were deranged. "are you fucking crazy?" you'd say. "never in a million years."

you hated each other. rafe was the biggest asshole ever and you were the only girl who wouldn't put up with his shit. in your eyes he was some spoiled brat who turned to drugs when things didn't go his way. you hated how everyone glorified rafe and ignored who he really was. and you were like a punching bag to him. you frustrated him immensely. he hit and hit and hit you over and over again. only you hit back. he was so used to running over people with no regard to their feelings. he had to admit, he enjoyed the fight a bit.

the first time you had seen rafe differently was at topper's party, last spring. it was hot and muggy outside. it had stopped raining a couple hours earlier, before the party started. you were out back, sitting on the edge of the pool with your best friend niya. there were people everywhere and you were starting to sweat. "i need out or im gonna die," you told niya. you got up and walked toward the house.

she shouted after you. "please don’t take your sweet time!"

you rolled your eyes and smiled.

i need to find a bathroom. i can get away from everybody in there.

you kept walking throughout the house knocking on and opening doors until you found one. finally, shit. when you opened the door all the way, you were met with an unfortunately familiar face.

"what the fuck?" he looked at you with disbelief.

"rafe?" you're kidding.

you were pissed now. you were hot and sweaty and just when you thought you had a chance to breathe you run into him.

"get out."

"gladly," you were about to turn around when you noticed something. his nose was red, his eyes watery. almost as if he’d been crying. "wait, were you crying?”

"get the fuck out, now."

"no, not until you answer my question."

he rolled his bloodshot eyes. "no, i wasn't crying."

"it's okay to have feelings rafe, i know you're not used to it."

that set him off. his tough exterior crumbled when he was around you. you never failed to get under his skin. he lunged for you, grabbing you by your arm before you could react. he dragged you inside the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind you, reaching down to lock it.

"and i know you're not used to being anything other than a fucking bitch."

while you would've fired back with some smart ass comment any other time, you weren't worried about his insults right now. no matter how rude he was to you, you were genuinely concerned. you'd never seen him show any emotion other than anger or annoyance.

"rafe, i'm serious. are you okay?" you asked softly. you and rafe stared at each other for what felt like years. he was scared now. he didn't show it but it felt like you could see right through his big, scary act. but he couldn't look away. you had him hypnotized and he could see the genuine worry in your eyes.

"what do you care?"

"im not as big of a bitch as you say i am. i have a heart."

he realized he had you against the door, your head caged between his arms. he stepped back and broke eye contact to stare at the ground.

"i just- i'm going through it right now." he dragged his hands down his face. "i dont wanna talk-" the tears were back.

you stepped towards him and wrapped your arms around his waist. the fuck? what is she doing? he stood there confused. the hug actually felt....good. so he let his arms hang and the tears fall.

"it's okay rafe, you don't even have to tell me."

he finally hugged you back. now he was sobbing, pouring his heart out into the hug. into you. you hugged him tighter. you were so sweet, he realized. he couldn't believe he spent all this time hating you, insulting you every chance he got. how could anyone hate this sweet, sweet girl? nobody had been there for him like this.

his father didn't believe in emotions. maybe that was why he was like this. he felt like he had to be an asshole. not because he wanted to but because if he didn't protect himself, who would?

rafe tucked his head into your shoulder. you smelled amazing, like strawberries and vanilla. it added to your sweetness.

"shhh it's okay." you rubbed his back. "let it all out."

so he did. and when he was done, he pulled away from you and you let him. your heart panged a little at the loss of warmth. but you were glad he let you in. it wasn't as hard as you thought because you genuinely were a good person. rafe just had it out for you for some reason. you acted how you did towards him in self defense.

"dont say shit about this to anyone." good ole rafe.

"oh im so ready to tell everyone," you deadpanned.

"seriously."

"i would never."

"thanks." he sniffled, glancing at you then at himself in the mirror. "really, thank you."

"anytime." you smiled that sweet smile. he hated that he actually liked it.

rafe found a hand towel then turned the sink on, wetting it. he turned it off and wiped his tears away. he looked at you one more time and actually smiled. you stepped out of the way as he reached for the door, opening it and walking out.

you hadn't talked to rafe for a couple months after that. you'd see him around but he'd make it a point not to look at you. at least not while you were looking at him.

it wasn’t until the beginning of summer that you’d heard from him again. you were lying in bed, watching the sunset out the opened doors of your balcony when he called you. how rafe got your number you couldn’t figure out (you make a mental note to ask him about it when he wakes up). but you picked up, and thank God you didn't hate him anymore or you would've hung up when you heard his voice.

thank God you didn't hate him.

he hated to admit it but, "i need you." he said. "please."

and so you ran out your room and drove over to tanneyhill without a second thought. and you were there for rafe. eventually it became routine. he would call you when he needed a shoulder to lean on.

suddenly, his hate for you was gone. maybe it had been love masked as hate.

rafe let you know that he was there for you too, of course. after being around a vunerable rafe for a while, you finally let him in.

you and rafe spent the whole summer together. at the end of everyday, you found yourself wrapped in his warm embrace. you pretty much lived at tanneyhill. being with him felt better than the all the movies you’d watched and the books you had read.

you made love. you argued. you cried in each others arms. you laughed together. and kissed. and held each other, and so much more. but most importantly, you loved each other. and looking at him now, lying on his stomach , the sunrise shining on his toned back, you realized love wasn't fiction. it was real. you had found love. or maybe it had found you.

rafe was love.

a/n: i thought my first fic would be a drabble or smth, but it kept goin and goin and goin. i have drabbles in my drafts and they'll prob turn into full on fics. hope smb see's this and loves it! i would love feed back and suggestions. i dont have a masterlist or anything yet so this is just me trying smth out, thanks @littlelamy for encouraging me. i’m dedicating this to you! <3

cute divider by @dollywons

[heart-of-light-and-darkness]

"I should have listened to you." I admit to War as I down another glass of sweet tea that Famine had poured for me. I smile in thanks to the elderly looking entity as she adds another stack of tamales to my plate. I had already eaten three plate fulls, but her cooking was so good it always left me hungry for more. Every time I saw her, it was like looking at someone's grandma.

"I told you so," war replied with a gruff scoff as he rolled his eyes. "I told you not to listen to my older brother. But does anyone ever listen to me? NoOoOo! I'm just war, the muscle head jock that only knows how to fight." He growls in frustration as he slams a fist on the table, causing the drinks and chip dip to wobble and the audible cruch of chips being crushed.

"Hey, hey! Watch the snacks meathead!" Famines voice rasps as she quickly moves the dip to safety. "That's was pur last bag of chips! Keep this up, and you won't be getting any desert after dinner, young Sprite!"

"It's always the last bag of chips," war retorted. "Just go to the pantry and get more.... and quit with the old lady act. We are all the same age!" Famine grumbles as she gets up, stomping off to the kitchen. War turns his eyes back onto me, the fire in them narrowing. "And don't think I didn't notice you putting the moves on my big sister, angle." He warned as he reached for his belt and slapped something on the table. It was hard to look at as its form kept changing. The only thing certain about it was it was a weapon of war. From guns to spears to swards to even a miniture helicopter, the weapon kept shifting. I think at one point I saw a mushroom cloud.

Quickly shaking the sunspots out of my vission i find my voice. "I assure you war, I was being sincere when I said Death had great cheekbones. And her smile is very calming and kind."

"Really now, lil' bro? Threatening our guests before the game even begins?" Came a jovial voice from the doorway. Walking in came a man that was near identical to War, except for one key difference. Whereas war was dressed in a tight fitting green shirt that showed off his muscles and camo pants, this guy was wearing the world's ugliest Hawaiian shirt and boardshorts. He ruffled wars hair with a smile. "You need to relax, man. Otherwise, you'll have the cramps when it finally comes time to ride. Besides, dont the mortals have a say: all is fair in love and war?"

"Stop touching me Conquest!" War whined, slapping his hand away as conquest sits next to him. "And your not love dumbass!"

"Are you sure about that?" Conquest teased. "Don't done people call it conquering the heart? I'm just saying, I think I would do a better job then cupid." Conquest says will giving the biggest shit eating grin to me. The grin was unsettling, being all teeth and no warmth. "Or of course you could always do a different kind of conquering in the bed ro-"

Conquest was interrupted by a slipper hitting him in the head. "While I am all for satiatings ones cravings, could you ot be so crass when talking about potential love lifes that may include our sister? Besides, you're freaking out the angle." Famine said, carrying out more chips and other asortsments of food, noticeably missing a slipper on one of her feet. "Now hurry up and help me set the table. Death said she would be late because of working late. So eat up and them we can head out and meet her at that nee club Odin just opend." As we set the table Famine leans over and wispers, "Oh and angel? Maybe this time, you should let Loki be your wing man. She is much more sensible then my himbo of a brother."

So far you have had a date with Destiny, flirted with Death, and danced with the Devil. You're going to have a serious chat with your wingman next time you go clubbing.

[qoldenskies]

Thinking about Mind Meld and how Donnie was so confused about being burned by Raph

“Yes! Sick burn, Raph! Wait… you burned me. What’s going on here?”

Just like- being made fun of by Leo? Just another day? By Mikey? Unusual but also classic annoying younger brother behavior. But by his Raphie? Unheard of

If he couldn’t even comprehend Raph making fun of him how could he ever even imagine his big brother outright ignoring his begging and sobbing or hitting the door while yelling at him to shut up. How could he anticipate him chasing him down with the intent to kill

It’s unfathomable, unthinkable, and it happened

CC BRAINS AND BRAWN MY BELOVED AHHHHHHHHH

NGLLLL mind meld is one of my least favorite rise episodes, i really just do not vibe with it, but i do think its a very important one for donnie's character and also its probably the best canonical evidence for everything in caged lungs making sense. like even when he KNEW their minds were altered (by his doing no less lmao) he still reacted with so much dejection like a kicked puppy. i dont go to rewatch it a lot because i dont like it but CL incidentally ended up taking a lot of elements from it i suppose ,,,,, its like kid-friendly CL lmfaooo

anyways cc brains and brawn makes me absolutely deranged like chewing on drywall deranged because of how unexpected everything is for both of them. how both of them see their relationship torn apart by something they were both utterly helpless to, and every moment in cw they spend apart they yearn for each other. its more noticeable in raph's side (chapter 7 especially) because donnie has to intentionally shut out his thoughts of raph because he's a walking trigger, but its pretty apparent in his behavior just how much he always, always wanted raph there.

like they just missed each other so much :(

(ugghh something about this being the first time that donnie in his right mind calls for raphie, and this time raph gets to tell him what he always dreamed of wanting to under the curse-- dreamed about doing in retrospect. he wonders a lot if he could have, had he just had more strength. something about how in CL when he shut him down and hurt him he saw doing this as being strong enough to, and now that the curse is broken he thinks the fact that he hurt him was horribly weak, that he should have fought.)

and for both of them i think its made worse knowing there's something a little self-destructive about it. how raph yearns to be the kind of pseudo father figure he was for donnie before, even though being that kind of person for his brothers was exhausting and stressful and he was actively crumbling under that pressure-- while donnie wants to be useful to raph, he wants to work ceaselessly so raph can be proud of him, even though that was the exact kind of thing that nearly killed him-- the fact that even when raph despised him, was willing to kill him, donnie was willing to grovel anyway because he felt that somehow he could do something to make him proud, to be worth it to him.

both of them have a tendency to look down upon their past, pre-CL selves for being "ignorant", but i also think that they see it as this kind of idyllic, unblemished time of their lives where there wasn't any fear or caution or tension, and they could play these parts without having to worry about anything like this. which isnt true, they argued all the time and their roles were actively harmful to them, but what they have now is painful that they cant help but idealize that more than a little.

it huuurts that even healed there's this unbearable tension to their relationship because its so hard to have fun one on one now :( its just really hard for both of them to try and break that barrier, especially because they're so cautious around each other. they usually need mikey and leo to facilitate. maybe one day they'll just get to fuck around and be dumb together again </3 they deserve it

[welsknightenjoyer]

Cant wait for wc!scott to get hit by the realisation that in the time between milo's death and now, he has changed so much that he will no longer be the person milo remembers

[jacklesraised]

Sebastian Stan. in a bathtub, which is all I actually got out of this movie.

[puppppppppy]

learning abt friendship decay and "not reaching out to your friends for months at a time unprompted is not neurotypical behaviour" has me feeling a certain way

[luck-of-the-drawings]

OOOH BABY THIS ONE WAS A LONG TIME COMING. NIGHTMARE NIGHTMARE NIGHTMARE!!

YOU THOUGHT IT WAS A DAY LIKE ANY OTHER. A DAY OF ADVENTURE WITH YOUR CLOSEST FRIENDS. OH HOW TIGHTLY YOU HOLD THEM TO YOUR CHEST, AND OH HOW TERRIFYING IT IS TO WATCH THEM GET EVISCERATED BY SOMETHING YOU DONT UNDERSTAND. MAYBE IF YOU JUST LISTENED A BIT MORE, IF YOU LET THE SMART ONE LEAD THE CHARGE, THIS WOULDNT HAVE HAPPENED. ONCE AGAIN YOUR IMPULSIVENESS LEADS TO DISASTER. HEAR ME NOW, YOUNG TIDESTRIDER, YOUR STUPIDITY WILL BRING THE DEMISE OF EVERYTHING YOU WERE BORN AND FORGED TO PROTECT. HOW COULD THE PROPHECY HAVE CHOSEN SOMEONE SO USELESS? I BET YOU WISH YOU CHOSE THE RIGHT LEVER. FAILURE.

[gale-dekarios]

im not saying all of my posts are bangers, but its hard not to notice that posts i make about other companions easily break 100 notes no sweat, with the upper limit breaching 1k, to outliers of well over 4k, but whenever it's about wyll, it's crickets. i dunno, youre allowed to interact with anything you want to, and this isnt a call to reblog from me, specifically, this is the same for a lot of wyll orientated posts ive seen, but its just odd. and by odd i mean racist.

[lets-try-to-be-normal-otakus]

Steddie fic where steve gets possessed (upside down, demons, etc.) who try and wreck his life and relationships? But it has none of his memories cause either 1) Steve ain't letting it happen 2) x entity doesn't have that power. All it has to go off of is emotions? Cue possessed!Steve meeting Eddie and breaking up with him to harvest more chaos, only

Steve and Eddie aren't together

P!Steve: "It's you, not me. I just don't love you anymore" <feeding off emotions

Eddie: ...

Steve: aw shit

P!Steve: *contains malicious chuckle*

Eddie: ... what?

P!Steve: Ik Ik, I still want to ravish you, but I can't! We're over, I'm breaking up with you. I hope you never get over me and think about my face on every pretty boy you fuck

Eddie: *//_//*

The demon/UD gets found out pretty quick.

[aeliem]

DTIYS results!!!

for #senseless400dtiys

3rd place!

@peach-flavored-cyanide i really like this one, it's simple yet not overly neat, the texture is vry nice and its not too overwhelming despite it (also N's eye is so freaky so cool)

2nd place!!

@azirakor i really like how the focus is on nightmare for this one, killer's pretty much just an object you can see tentacles going through his eyes and the way nightmare looks at him fdrnskjglhfruifojsd very nice

1st place!!! 🎉🎉🎉

@somehhuuuhh your stuff is amazing!!!! again i really love the colors you used here they're so bright and vibrant, it makes nightmare look so shiny, and nightmare's expression is just so delightful like he's so happy with himself i really love it!!!

honorable mentions!

@error7227 & @gatorshighfive

thank you so much to everyone who participated!! (my first dtiys wowie so many ppl)

i'll send everyone a message for the prizes. if you dont get a message/if i don't reply to you for a while feel free to ask me again! sometimes i just forgor

[wish-i-were-heather]

so uh i learned something about myself today

[daisybell-on-a-carousel]

Complaining that Robin Jason is too much like Robin Dick is like complaining that there's rollerskating at a roller rink

[omgcatboi]

I don't often post my non kink related art but I'm tryna get the attention of someone else in the community and am too shy and cringe to reach out so. Here, have this portrait I did of Hanzo Shimada. With my finger. On ibis paint. This took me four hours. Progress for proof below.

[hellonerf]

i love crazy contrasting 1p2p in every way(not every way). so i always subconsciously have 2P rusame be friends. unlikely friends etc. in whatever weird school au theyre friends. meri was probably bullied until he started hissing at other kids or something while rus2 was just like huhh okay yeah okay what fine. rus2 found him in a broom closet and it was as awkward as it sounds. in the weird stuckin1Pcoldwar au i have theyre friends also in the torturous existence. 1P rusame is too weird life is too short lets tomodachi✌️