#mdern

[sibmakesart]

[misforgotten2]

Steel-framed? Are we talking about the house or that Stepford wife in the red dress?

1962

[almoststedytimetravel]

Replaying awakening and noticing just how much of Morgan's design has been reconned. I only remembered them changing their eye colour from black to purple, but their hair is so much pooffier and less done in their more modern depictions,

Like, what is going on with their hair in their original art? What were they cooking?

[angeldoll04]

Two Friends by Egon Schiele

[dirteaicecream]

Modern Closet - Glass Front Inspiration for a large modern women's marble floor dressing room remodel with glass-front cabinets and white cabinets

[alecz-obssesionz]

✨️ @pinktrapped is the complete author of this idea that I enjoyed a lot to make with the Mdern AU🙏✨️

Pretty much based too on this sentiment of "We didn't get to have the best of childhoods but we were able to heal so we can allow our little ones to have it now"

+ ORIGINAL SPANISH VERSION

[honnojis]

idk why but I feel like Damian from Overgrown would get along well with Brassius

listen deadass when brassius got revealed i was like "HE LOOKS LIKE A CRUSTIFIED HUMAN VERSION OF DAMIAN"

but after having actually seen him in action, yes! i do agree. Brassius is similarly eccentric and since Damian is someone who appreciates the creative arts (mostly classical at first, though it's mostly because of mdern art being a little bit confusing to him at first. who taped a banana to a wall and why did they call it art. why did it sell for so much. who are these fools) i think they could respect each other and get along pretty well for it LOL

[maximuswolf]

Mdern - Harmonies

Mdern - Harmonies I am looking for vocal harmony centric music that is more modern. Let’s say past 10 to 15 years.  I have lots of inspiration from CSN, Eagles, Doobies etc, but I am looking for newer artists. Any inspirations out there?Stuff a 3-4 piece band could pull off in a pub or small concert hall (all singers) Submitted October 06, 2024 at 01:54PM by Plain_Facts https://ift.tt/Gym5epQ via /r/Music

[kalokhe]

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[pardi98]

We like magic, but we prefer truth

As a kid I would love magic. It was this sense of surprise that pushed my into videogames and eventually into the field of technology.

Since Im working on my startup ideas on how to use technology - AI caught my attention. One of the biggest questions that I had was, how we are going to live with this technology and how we make it safe for everyone ?

Human like Human

We humans, prefer humans over any other living organism(except dogs :) . But, we love magic. AI is like magic. You don't know whats happening, and suddenly, instantly you have infinite knowledge in seconds. After reading "Human favoritism, not AI aversion", this let me thinking on how this technology can challenge human behaviors associated to quality and branding.

If we use AI without saying anything, we perceive the content as high quality - it feels like magic. We almost want to believe that person is special. Like watching play Messi, you don't believe he is human, he is a magician. But, when you listen to him, he trained thousands of hour kicking that ball. But we prefer to not see that, we prefer the seconds of magic as the ultimate answer. It feels as if AI is doing the same, if we don't see the billions of parameters, and only the content posted by a "human", it's like magic. "This person is a genius".

But, we are humans. If we know that something was purely AI generated then the trick is over. We naturally feel as if its like cheating - we perceive a smaller quality - But still better than the best human.

The truth

Luckily, there is a another case. If we are informed of the use of AI, we prefer the quality when it enhances a human, and not the other way round. This makes sense.

We were discussing this with our small group of friends. One was trying to write a poem for San Jordi, a long tradition of exchanging a rose for a book . Every year MD(@mdern) sends a poem to her syster to celebrate this tradition - no exception.

She would deeply reject the use of AI to write down the initial ideas. It needs to start as human. But on the other side, another friend - Agus - didn't care if AI was used to improve that initial idea as long it came from the heart. That makes sense. This is reflected in the study as Augmented AI. The content is human, but AI is the magic that makes it 100x on grammar, order, suggesting framing and so on. We replace the UX, but the content start in our mind.

Branding

I think we are going to a world where truth and human value will be the ultimate value for brands. They will need to defend this with big amount of resources. Because if not, they will fall in the trap of AI commodity and loose its human favoritism. Branding is nothing more than our deep human connections with a family of words, and being human is the new connection that brands will need to push to differentiate from the rest. I hope this happens !

Playing Mario as a kid with my great-uncle

[davidbendavid]

Una de mis frases favoritas es: «...solo siéntese y relajase». . La suelo utilizar cuando comparto algo, sobretodo música; pero también cuando después de una extenuante jornada casi no hay aliento... Cuando estoy tan ensimismado que no veo ninguna solución; y cuando tengo mucha hambre. Cuando me enfrento a conflictos y grandes problemas, o hasta cuando el Internet súbitamente se interrumpe. . Es una terapia muy barata y efectiva: "Solo me siento y me relajo". Si puedo escucho aquella canción que me ha rondado la cabeza últimamente, cierro los ojos, respiro profunda y calmadamente y disfruto del lugar en el que estoy sentado; después al levantarme, si en verdad me he querido calmar, respira y pensar: siempre tengo una posible solución, una visión mejor y el camino a una resolución... . Con todo lo que esta pasando en nuestro país, y con todo lo que siempre puede pasar, creo que es un buen momento para incentivar el volver a pensar. Sí sí, los seres humanos en nuestra soberbia creemos siempre saberlo todo. Creemos siempre estar en lo correcto, pero usted y yo sabemos que eso no es para nada cierto... . Necesitamos sentarnos, respirar bien y volver a pensar... Primero y antes de que nada, individualmente; cada uno de manera personal: tomarnos unos segundos y volver a pensar. ¡Pensemos por favor! Cada día, desde nuestra biología interna, se nos alude a estar en constante transformación, todos los días la ciencia descubre algo que deja inservible pseudoverdades que antes adorábamos, y esto siempre se logro porque alguien se detuvo un momento y pensó... . La invitación es más que clara: ya protesto, ahora medite por favor. Ya estuvo en contra o estuvo a favor: ahora medite en eso por favor... —David Bendavid. . . . . . . . #selfie #chair #style #chill #fashion #clasico #classic #modernart #mdern #oldphotograph #oldfashion #classicdress #classicphysique #classicsphotography #ambatohoy #ambatoecuador #latinoamerica #sudamerica #light #ligthroom #snapseed #retrato #retro #retrostyle (en Ambato, Ecuador) https://www.instagram.com/p/CGDPfr_HLOp/?igshid=1v788i9kc99d1

[misforgotten2]

Ce n'est pas une chaise.

Today's Woman Home Decorating Guide  by Charles H. Henderson A.I.D.   1951

[comfyswitcherblanketfort]

my dearest comfy, Lambden thigh dagger, please? <3

Ellie, Goobs, Followers. *insert dramatic sigh here* I apologize for how long this sat in my inbox. Apparently, I just had to get drunk to write it?

Warnings: its horny, but nothing wild, modern bounty hunter witchers, lambert in a gown? 

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Lambert didn’t have anything but a friendly tolerance for his fellow witcher. He was decidedly indifferent to the way Aiden smirked and crooned along to the golden oldies and spit blood onto the pavement after a particularly nasty fistfight. Nope, he didn’t care one bit that Aiden would hug him tight before they parted after a contract, no tension-breaking pat on the back, no clasped hands between their chests. A real hug. 

Lambert was absolutely professional. 

Professionally gawking at Aiden standing in the hotel doorway in an emerald green suit with his tie haphazardly slung over his neck and the top three buttons of his dress shirt open. He was holding a garment bag toward Lambert with a smirk, surely waiting for him to respond, but Lambert had no idea what he’d said. He couldn’t get past the swirling bun he’d put his signature braids into and the ornate gold septum piercing that replaced his usual thin silver-plated hoop. He thought he even detected a smudge of eyeliner around his bright green eyes and he certainly noted the subtle but enticing cologne. 

“What?”

“Oh come ooonnn, Lamb,” Aiden teased, holding the bag out a little higher, “Live a little. Have some fun. The target is at the gala downstairs so the client gave me a little wardrobe budget.”

Lambert took the garment bag and pushed past him, “I don’t like it when you call them a target. I feel like a hitman.” 

“Target, person-of-interest, fugitive, they all mean the same thing,” Aiden droned, waving his hand in the air as he poured them both a drink from the minibar that was surprisingly large. He grabbed Lambert’s hand and wrapped it around the glass himself, giving it a little pat before he spoke, “Take a drink, relax, and go get dressed. If we show up too late it’ll be suspicious.” 

The client must have been ridiculously wealthy. Even the powder room was extravagant. Lambert hung the bag on the towel rack and snickered at the array of makeup on the counter, two of each in his color and Aiden’s. He’d joked once that Aiden could use his bronzer as setting powder and it turns out he’d been right. 

“You gave them my color?” he called through the door. He’d only gotten a ‘need your help’ text four hours ago. 

“They offered. Figured we could probably keep it after the contract is over.”

Lambert frowned but let it slide, Aiden had certainly done more extravagant things with a client’s money.

When he unzipped the bag he laughed in pure disbelief, “You should have been a con man. How did you get them to pay for this?”

“Doesn’t matter, put it on.”

Lambert slipped into the delicate dress made of charcoal grey silk with a lovely little wedge of lace covering his right hip at the top of a rib-high slit up the floor-length skirt. He picked the necklace with emeralds, rather than diamonds, and reformed a few curls before blending a bit of makeup over his features. A few turns in the mirror told him he was at least acceptably dressed for a gala, if not glamorous enough to blend into the crowd. He’d need to ask Aiden about heels, but he needed zipped up first. 

“I’ll have to find a better place to hide my knife, but I clean up pretty decent, yeah?” Lambert tried to keep the blush off his cheeks as he strode up to Aiden and turned around, gesturing to the zipper. 

A soft puff of air against his shoulder was his only answer. 

He chuckled uncomfortably and flicked at the zipper resting at the small of his back, “So should I leave the dagger in plain view on my thigh then? Make a fashion statement and warning to the cunts in the room?”

Aiden’s hands finally reached for the closure, but they worked slowly, “I- uhm. Lets see what it looks like together?”

Lambert frowned but nodded, usually his colleague was the quick-witted one. He gave a quick spin when the zipper was hooked into place, holding his arms out a bit dramatically.

Aiden shook his head, licking his lips as he stepped forward into Lambert’s space again, “Nope, nuh-uh. Can’t let you leave like that.” 

“The thigh holster is a bit much then?”

“Fuck no,” Aiden breathed, reaching out to brush his fingers over the black leather holster that sat just below the hem of the lace on Lambert’s hip. They both froze for a moment, Lambert carefully watching Aiden as his eyes devoured every inch of his body in that dress.

Lambert whispered his question, terrified of breaking the tension but desperate for the answer, “Then why?”

Aiden’s eyes snapped up to his as one of his hands wrapped around the hilt of the dagger and the other rested on his opposite hip, “I’d rather watch you fall apart underneath me.”

Lambert’s mouth went dry but he found his hands moving the hold the lapel of Aiden’s jacket almost on their own, “What about the contract?”

Aiden leaned in until their lips were mere centimeters apart. Their breath mingled and their hands gripped each other a little tighter as their eyes fluttered closed, as if they were both scared the other would disappear as soon as he was out of sight. 

“What contract?”

[musingsofmyown]

not me lowkey panicking because I need to send my transcript out and it's not fucking loading so I can veiw it-

[jolieslettres]

[zevwanawainai]

local dick’s employee doesn’t get paid enough to deal with indecipherable cowboy coming in with his dad (who keeps trying to steal cleats out of the store)