#but still

[smilechiales]

This is so inspirational but also so sad. 'If there is no word for it, it doesn't exist', awkward doesn't have a German word but it still exists, English didn't have a word for Fahrvergnügen and simply tool the German one.

Language changes, week to week, day to day and we'll change with it. But that doesn't mean that somewhere, in some time, present, future, past- there isn't a person who is exactly feeling like you are right now.

Excited, scared, angry, anxious - we're human. And we need to be here for each other because that's what humans do

We have always existed, and we always will.

[hanni-simp]

I really love Gi-hun as a reminder to In-ho about what/who he could have had. It’s like a black hole eying a star. A scene that really stuck out to me was the one where he’s awake and listening to Gi-hun and Jung-bae talk lowkey looking mad as hell.

Like are In-ho and Gi-hun both trapped? Yes. But the fact that Gi-hun can talk with his friend about leaving there with the money, and that he can come to resemble his old self with just a short interaction, shows a sort of potential that In-ho no longer possesses. Even when he tries, albeit briefly, to get Jun-ho to stay, all he can do is draw things in. He won’t move/alter himself. There’s no getting out with the money for him.

And so, he sees to it that the last vestiges of hope for Gi-hun pulling himself out of this are dashed, too. He drags him in further, as black holes do.

[notaplaceofhonour]

if mark s had a gift card to pip’s for every time one of his bosses developed a strange erotic fixation with him & stalked him outside of work, he’d have two gift cards to pip’s, which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice, right?

[flamboyantly-incompetent]

I used to be a firefox diehard (open source, very good)

but it's been disappointing me lately by not really supporting some things I need for my job

now, I'm a software developer, so this is kind of a big deal for me

imagine my surprise

no, befuddlement,

when I learned my manager

my boss

uses Edge

firefox is just such a standard browser for anyone remotely interested in computers that remembering basically every normal person uses google chrome feels like a kick in the head

[japeneselunchtimerush]

Lowkey akashi looks so isolated in this picture. I get that it's because of the table but he looks so apart from the other's.

[narratwoda]

Some WordGirl OC things (and Invisi-Bill)

[salad-flavored-adventures]

@red-velvet-0w0

silly thing for Valentine’s Day!

[acey-deer]

i drew this at school cause im making an animation for queen of venus. anyways i love adachi rei!!!

[adoresia]

Sia moodboard 🐝

i like pomegranate

[rotting-and-so-beautiful]

continuing to be devastated about the lack of women in malevolent

[cherryskieszz]

HI...

i still get this question to this day. asking for PERMISSION to draw my actual ROMAN EMPIRE. you sweet amazing individuals so. just to let people know

rb this if u are okay with people drawing your selfship!!! this post is their permission slip!!!

pr✧ship + variants dni...

[noodles-and-tea]

I think this was funnier when I sketched it at 2am.

[lumsel]

chinese room 2

So there’s this guy, right? He sits in a room by himself, with a computer and a keyboard full of Chinese characters. He doesn’t know Chinese, though, in fact he doesn’t even realise that Chinese is a language. He just thinks it’s a bunch of odd symbols. Anyway, the computer prints out a paragraph of Chinese, and he thinks, whoa, cool shapes. And then a message is displayed on the computer monitor: which character comes next?

This guy has no idea how the hell he’s meant to know that, so he just presses a random character on the keyboard. And then the computer goes BZZZT, wrong! The correct character was THIS one, and it flashes a character on the screen. And the guy thinks, augh, dammit! I hope I get it right next time. And sure enough, computer prints out another paragraph of Chinese, and then it asks the guy, what comes next?

He guesses again, and he gets it wrong again, and he goes augh again, and this carries on for a while. But eventually, he presses the button and it goes DING! You got it right this time! And he is so happy, you have no idea. This is the best day of his life. He is going to do everything in his power to make that machine go DING again. So he starts paying attention. He looks at the paragraph of Chinese printed out by the machine, and cross-compares it against all the other paragraphs he’s gotten. And, recall, this guy doesn’t even know that this is a language, it’s just a sequence of weird symbols to him. But it’s a sequence that forms patterns. He notices that if a particular symbol is displayed, then the next symbol is more likely to be this one. He notices some symbols are more common in general. Bit by bit, he starts to draw statistical inferences about the symbols, he analyses the printouts every way he can, he writes extensive notes to himself on how to recognise the patterns.

Over time, his guesses begin to get more and more accurate. He hears those lovely DING sounds that indicate his prediction was correct more and more often, and he manages to use that to condition his instincts better and better, picking up on cues consciously and subconsciously to get better and better at pressing the right button on the keyboard. Eventually, his accuracy is like 70% or something -- pretty damn good for a guy who doesn’t even know Chinese is a language.

* * *

One day, something odd happens.

He gets a printout, the machine asks what character comes next, and he presses a button on the keyboard and-- silence. No sound at all. Instead, the machine prints out the exact same sequence again, but with one small change. The character he input on the keyboard has been added to the end of the sequence.

Which character comes next?

This weirds the guy out, but he thinks, well. This is clearly a test of my prediction abilities. So I’m not going to treat this printout any differently to any other printout made by the machine -- shit, I’ll pretend that last printout I got? Never even happened. I’m just going to keep acting like this is a normal day on the job, and I’m going to predict the next symbol in this sequence as if it was one of the thousands of printouts I’ve seen before. And that’s what he does! He presses what symbol comes next, and then another printout comes out with that symbol added to the end, and then he presses what he thinks will be the next symbol in that sequence. And then, eventually, he thinks, “hm. I don’t think there’s any symbol after this one. I think this is the end of the sequence.” And so he presses the “END” button on his keyboard, and sits back, satisfied.

Unbeknownst to him, the sequence of characters he input wasn’t just some meaningless string of symbols. See, the printouts he was getting, they were all always grammatically correct Chinese. And that first printout he’d gotten that day in particular? It was a question: “How do I open a door.” The string of characters he had just input, what he had determined to be the most likely string of symbols to come next, formed a comprehensible response that read, “You turn the handle and push”.

* * *

One day you decide to visit this guy’s office. You’ve heard he’s learning Chinese, and for whatever reason you decide to test his progress. So you ask him, “Hey, which character means dog?”

He looks at you like you’ve got two heads. You may as well have asked him which of his shoes means “dog”, or which of the hairs on the back of his arm. There’s no connection in his mind at all between language and his little symbol prediction game, indeed, he thinks of it as an advanced form of mathematics rather than anything to do with linguistics. He hadn’t even conceived of the idea that what he was doing could be considered a kind of communication any more than algebra is. He says to you, “Buddy, they’re just funny symbols. No need to get all philosophical about it.”

Suddenly, another printout comes out of the machine. He stares at it, puzzles over it, but you can tell he doesn’t know what it says. You do, though. You’re fluent in the language. You can see that it says the words, “Do you actually speak Chinese, or are you just a guy in a room doing statistics and shit?”

The guy leans over to you, and says confidently, “I know it looks like a jumble of completely random characters. But it’s actually a very sophisticated mathematical sequence,” and then he presses a button on the keyboard. And another, and another, and another, and slowly but surely he composes a sequence of characters that, unbeknownst to him, reads “Yes, I know Chinese fluently! If I didn’t I would not be able to speak with you.”

That is how ChatGPT works.

[arguablysomaya]

this picture is pretty funny because bruce is destroying slade but my guy ur expensive ass home is this only thing keeping u from being in the exact same position 😭

[brandileigh2003]

Y'all.

My garlic bread is going too far.

(but obv fr don't compare. We can love so many!!!)

every time you compare one fic to another, a bisexual loses their garlic bread