#fuck ai and i mean that

[boardboxes]

i cant deal with the way people so casually talk about their frequent use of AI for basic tasks. “Yeah i have it curate a grocery list for me!” “I have it write a thesis for my paper!” “It drafts emails to my boss for me!” Hey so fun fact all of those things are basic life skills that people should have by the time they are an adult. You should not need a robot to be making you a list of what to get at the store. you should not be having a robot write your papers, you need to be able to formulate your own ideas and opinions and arguments. AI might be “helpful” but its making society dull and lazy. What is there to life if you make AI do every human thing in the world.

[inkskinned]

at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"

like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.

"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."

... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.

and i'd still keep writing.

i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.

i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley

"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"

and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.

it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.

you create because you're greedy.

[popsicle-stick]

stupidest people on gods green earth

[st-hedge]

Step 1: play mgs2 and have a laugh at how silly it is. Step 2: get struck weeks later with how sad that story was

[endlessfandomverse]

i hate you ai art i hate people who blindly support it because “funny” i hate people acting like putting a prompt into a machine is the same as the artistic process i hate you ai algorithms that blatantly steal artist work i hate the devaluation of actual artist hhh i hate it

[starscreamingg]

Okay I'm so sleep deprived so pardon whatever this is but something that's got me FUCKED up about ai generated pictures songs writing is that it just fucking kills the ability to analyse for me because there's no fucking INTENTION behind it. Like why was this decision made why were these colours used what does that say about the work NOTHING because a bunch of programming took work that DID have intent and theme and purposeful choices and turned it into SLOP. Like I COULD analyse this but it doesn't MEAN anything it's EMPTY I want to EXPLODEEE

[fantasyinallforms]

Ok, look at me real quick because I'm tired of explaning this to full grown adults. You can NOT support generative AI and still claim to care about artists and writers in the fandoms you participate in. So that means if you spout pro generative AI rhetoric, and it gets you ostracized that is NOT the community or fandom being unfair or cruel to you. That is simply the conciquences of your own actions. Full stop.

[demadogs]

some of you need to hate ai way more than you currently do

[toughtink]

thinkin about how much i love glados again. what an icon. what a fucking goddess of disaster. first the scientists make a monster and then blame her for being a monster. like yeah, you fuckin caged her! and gave her access to deadly neurotoxin!! what do you mean you didn’t see this coming?! what did you expect! a woman scorned and all that except she’s a several ton computer you put in charge of everything! you gave her all your worst impulses and then muzzled her when she acted on them! her backstory was tragic even before portal 2. the closest thing she has to a friend is the one test subject that managed to test her back! and tried to kill her!! twice!!! augh i just have a lot of feelings rn

[eridiasangel]

decided to be normal and take the official touchstarved uquiz over 200 times so I could figure out what answers are associated with what characters, here are the results. please download for higher quality and feel free to share it around and speculate as much as you want lol.

original ver + a quick colorblind friendly ver

my process was basically to blindly run through every answer over and over with a few sets of control answers, changing only 1 variable at a time. once i had enough filled out, because there are 11 questions, i could easily make a set of 10 control answers assigning 2 answers to each character, 2 for mhin, 2 for kuras, etc. the quiz result this way would Always be whatever character was associated with the 11th answer. i used this process to fill any remaining blanks and double check anything i was unsure about.

as for mothman, no matter what combination of the evenly split control answers i tried it always spat back out a different result, so either he is assigned to everyone or no one. this was probably just a mistake lol

[king-crawler]

how would you feel if i made a king candy bot on janitor ai

If I'm being honest I don't encourage using ANY AI chatbots because that stuff can be seriously addicting and it's really wasteful :[

I'm not judging if you do decide to use them- its your choice after all, but it should at least be an educated choice. Please keep in mind that AI companies are scum. They prey on our emotional attachment to fiction and they're only going to get better at it. And if that sounds scary it's because it is!

Anyways if I deleted my character AI account after getting addicted you can be free too ❤️ Only together can we avoid living in a soulless AI entertainment slop dystopia. Read fanfic made by humans or write your own :]

[ellewluvr]

if everybody's special then nobody's special

[hoarderheart]

How come you always have a boyfriend? How come you only want what you can’t have? Whoa. I know what I want, but I can’t have it. Besides you don’t want me, you just like too flirt. You’re just a complex manifestation of his memories designed to keep him distracted. The fantasy was far too real. No, guys, this is my life, this is the dream. It’s just a dream. Look, I have no illusions, okay? The life I live… It’s a lot of things, but it’s rarely happy. You know what? I'm a realist. I don't see much hope for us. No strings attached. Well, I’ve seen much stranger things happen. Damn, it’s good to see you. A hell of a lot stranger. Anything? Oh, sweet. Almost anything. He’s dead, all the way dead. Because of you. I’ll see you…I will. Is that really you? Part of me always believed you’d come back. Welcome home. But you’re always there, you know? Maybe if you didn’t up and leave us. I left, but you didn’t stop me. I should’ve stopped you. You’re the best friend we’ve ever had. You’re my best friend, but I just let you go. Man, I hope you can hear me… I know you’re in there…I know you can hear me...it’s me. We’re family. The people in your life, in your real life..? You ask, what about all of this is real. You’re my family. We are. People, families, that’s real. Out there, we need you to come back. We need you. We were a family and I didn’t wanna lose that. I need you. I forgive you… I’m sorry it took me so long...I’m sorry it took me ‘till now to say it. I love you. And I let it slip away… You’re our brother, I want you to know that. I love all of you. I need to say something. You don’t have to say it. You don’t have to say anything… Wait, there’s one thing… When Jack was dying…I made a deal. To save him. The price was my life. They’re not gonna get anything from me without agreeing to a few conditions. When I experience a moment of true happiness, the Empty would be summoned and it would take me forever. Why are you telling me this now? I wanted you to know…that when I do picture myself happy… I always wondered, what it could be…what my true happiness could even look like. There’s things, people, feelings…that I wanna experience differently than I had before. It’s with you. Or maybe even for the first time. I never found an answer. Because the one thing I want…it’s something I know I can’t have. But I think I know…I think I know now. Happiness isn’t in…the having, it’s in just being, it’s in just saying it. Why does this sound like a goodbye? Because it is. Whatever you’re thinking of doing, don’t do it. Don’t do this. I have to… You really suck at goodbyes, you know that? This is a better goodbye than the last time. You changed me, Dean.

I love you.

Goodbye, Dean.

I should’ve said, “I love you, too.”

[eggpoke]

redraw of some unexplainable gordon fanart i made in 2021

[cloud-ya]

summer cats

[carionto]

The duality of Man, or triality? quadrality?

Alien to Human about New Human: Correct me if I'm wrong, but they appear abnormally large for your species?

H: Yea, he's a biggun alright, even without the EV suit I'd say... 7'3'', 310 pounds, bet he power lifts.

A: Umm... not to be rude, but, uhh... he seems, well... how should I put this...

H: Intimidating? Terrifying? Evil? Yea, if this station didn't have high screening standards I'd be totally pissing myself if he started walking towards me. The mohawk and eye tat totally make me believe he could snap me in two with a single glare.

A: I feel ashamed that my instincts are telling me to flee. I wish nature were easier to change.

H (shouting at NH): Hey buddy! Could you come over here for a minute please? You look awesome by the way!

A (whispering nervously): what are you doing?!?

H: Gotta overcome those fears somehow, I believe the best way is a direct confrontation.

NH approaches, somewhat slowly, looking around at all the other aliens in the station that are chatting, waiting around, or doing some work. He finally approaches A and H, and in a very deep and husky voice says: Um, hi, hello. T-thanks for the compliment, I, uh, was a little worried I would stand out too much here.

H: Oh you totally do, my friend over here is practically about to pass out from how much like a gothic viking of death metal you look.

NH: Oh no, I'm so sorry, I-I just grew up in Sweden-Delta and both my parents were huge into classic local music, so I just, uh... it's complicated. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare anyone.

H: Hey, relax pal, we're all good people here. Anyway, what you here to do? I'm planning on starting a bakery, still testing out what kind of flour most species here can actually stomach. My friend here is on the team working on Moon theft preventative measures.

NH: Oh, that's cool. I'm here as an exchange student with the department of applied astrophysics. If all goes well, I can finish my Bachelors degree remotely and stay here as an intern with the head researcher.

H: Oooh, that's cool. (so cool yea that you're apparently half my age but oh well guess I'm a big fat time waster like my father before me and oh god change the subject before I get depressed in front of strangers) That's a real big bag you got there, carrying some super secret science things, eh?

NH: Oh, that... uhh... guess it can't hurt to tell, security vetted it already anyway.

NH proceeds to unzip the bag and hold up a large white piece of clothing with light blue rings and accents, alongside a strange white cap with what looked like small fins, and a curious little backpack.

NH: It's uhh... um... my... Ika... musume... cosplay.... (oh gods I can't believe I said it out loud again)

After a moment of awkward silence, NH slowly puts on the backpack and presses a button on it's strap, and suddenly numerous light blue colored tentacle-like appendages sprout out from the backpack and move in line with NH's movements.

NH: I, uh..., got my engineering friend to make them articulate and interface with my contacts. I can make them do all sorts of things, like make various shapes and animals with them, though works best as a shadow theater.

H:...

NH:...

A now frozen out of confusion than fear:...

H: That's so

NH: (oh I know it's so lame, but I love that show)-

H: COOL! I don't know what a ika musume is, but those things look amazing. You said articulate? How precise can they be? I'd love to have something like that instead of my useless assistant. Poor lad can't make a piece of toast if his life depended on it...

NH: Y-you like it?

H: I LOVE those things. My daughter does cosplay too sometimes, but she makes her Dreadnought suits herself from scraps. One time the military came to our house and installed a limiter on the gauss cannon she found in a crash site, said it would otherwise start to generate small doses of radiation if used too frequently. But she replaced it with a handmade rail gun before the next convention. Do you go to those? Did you see a 7 meter tall hulking metal monstrosity with a bunch of candles all over? That was her.

NH: Oh, I think I've seen video of that, but no, not in person, I go to smaller events. I don't really like big crowds.

H: Oh yea, I get ya, you do seem a bit on the shy side now that we've been talking for a bit. Hey, no worries, like I said, we're all good people here.

NH: T-thanks, but I think I should be going now, the teacher is calling me over.

H: Oh yea, go ahead, didn't mean to take up so much of your time. Have a fun stay and I'm sure you'll ace that paper or theory? Or whatever astrophysicists do, you seem like a solid kid.

NH: Oh, uh, thanks. Good luck with your bakery. And you with stopping those weird people from stealing more moons. Bye.

H: Bye bye, come visit, don't be a stranger now, I'm set up just a short bit from the main lift on floor 14.

NH: R-right, I'll, uh, be sure to stop by soon.

A is finally able to process what they just heard and says: What was all that just now?

H: What? Just a friendly chat with what is apparently basically a kid. Man, this kid's got so much going on, while I'm almost 50 and I have an oven. Life, man, it can go in so many ways. Anyway, let's go grab a drink, I'm parched.