#screw you tumblr and your technology

[multifariousqueer]

hey ur writing a so good vould you write a smut with miles Morales( not 42) and reader using webs as hand cuffs, thanks <333

Ofc, babes!! IF ANY OF YALL HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THIS, SAY IT WITH ME KNOW. IF IT DON’T APPLY, LET IT FLY. LEAVE ME TF ALONE IF YOU HAVE ISSUES WITH MY SMUT BC I GENUINELY DO NOT GAF

A/N; Hey y’all. Keep requesting as always and if you have an issue with this particular piece of work or any of my other smuts, please feel free to politely fuck off 🥰(I’m sorry I’m so sick of the comments under my post y’all).

Warnings: imma try not to put too many bc Tumblr will shadowban this post and i gotta feed y’all, look at the request, b0nd@ge, fluff, br33ding,d1rty t@lk, nicknames, $mut,lmk if I missed some

As the rain pattered against your dorm window, you sipped from a mug of tea as you had just finished your English essay and designing Miles’ new web shooters. He was currently out using them and trying them out as you took notes on their flaws and how they could be fixed. Miles always told you not too worry about his web shooters and just focus on making his suit more durable and you always told him:

“I can do both, Spider-Man’s girlfriend/engineer always does both"

He would chuckle and laugh and say:

“As long as you’re happy, Mami."

Miles let you have a lot of creative freedom with his design seeing as you were also his “girl in the chair” assisting him on missions sometimes, designing/building him new tech, testing out new fluid combos and overall, keeping him safe. As much as Miles enjoyed you being active in his escapades, he worries that something will happen and you’ll be targeted and used for something horrible. You reassure Miles that this will never happen because there is nothing connecting you to his suit or machinery due to your advanced tracking system being untraceable by outside forces. You installed a firewall so potent, it took you three months of nonstop work to crack it. When you finally did, Miles and you had celebrated for a whole week.

As you enjoyed your unusual alone time, you waited for Miles to tap on your window and enter.

“Hey, Spidey. How’d they work?” you smiled at your tall boyfriend

“They held up, thats for sure. I had to stop a bank robbery and those guys had some pretty jacked up weapons but the shooters did their job. How are you amor?” Miles spoke

“I’m good. I pounded through my English essay and yours.” You said, grabbing his suit to tinker with some of the shooters leaving him bare in your room in only his mask

“What’s the essay on again?” He said, grabbing a shirt as you saw his visible goosebumps on his skin due to the sudden temperature change

“The effects of technology on modern civilization” you smiled at Miles

Miles chuckled at this

“Damn, they called you out, huh?” Miles said, climbing on your ceiling and attempting to web a bottle of water

“looking for something?” you smiled, waving his shooters at him

“yeah actually.” he smirked

“You’ll have them in a sec.” you said screwing something in

“try em now” you said, throwing them to Miles

Miles tried them and they worked perfectly, even better than you had anticipated. Of course, he tested them by webbing you to him.

“Thank you, mami. You always get me right.”

Miles pulled you in for a kiss. The kiss was long and passionate, you could tell he was incredibly grateful for the time and effort you put into him and his alter ego. The kiss could’ve lasted eternity as your mouths moved in perfect motion of each other before you pulled away:

“Should we try out new web formula?” you said barely above a whisper, your eyes fluttering open

Miles chuckled

“Nah, the current one will work fine for this”

Before you could ask what was going on, Miles webbed you to the wall. He turned you around so your stomach was against the wall. He made sure to strategically place the webs so that your hands and ankles were bonded extra tight to the wall.

“I’ve wanted to do this forever” Miles said

Miles webbed your mouth before you could say anything and started rubbing you through your clothes. He fondled your perfect tits and cursed under his breath:

“Shit I’m so lucky"

He sucked on your neck as little moans and whimpers escaped. He moved his hands under your clothes and ripped them in one swift motion:

“I’ll buy you a new top and shorts, mami” Miles said

You moaned out an “awww” but it was quickly interrupted by Miles rubbing your clit while leaving kisses along the back of your neck. You felt a knot in your stomach and you wanted nothing more than to moan out Miles’ name as you approached your orgasm.

You felt yourself twitch as you moaned and whimpered, tears falling from your face as Miles stopped and started palming and smacking your ass:

“You thought it was gonna be that easy, Mami? como si no me conocieras” Miles taunted in your ear

All you could do was just moan and cry as you were completely under his command. He then snaked two fingers inside of you and started prepping you for his dick:

"Es tan apretada, mi princesa” he said, lowly

Miles knew that when he spoke Spanish to you, you get flustered and shut down. You turn into a giggling mess and this situation was no different; It didn’t help because Miles was kissing your sweet spot on your neck causing you to feel overstimulated. Your legs shook and you were practically sobbing as your boyfriend abused your technology and your body:

“Fuckkk you wanna cum, Mami? You want me inside of you, princesa? I wanna fuck your tight little pussy so bad I’m gonna cum in your womb when I’m in there. You gonna let me? You gonna let me make you feel good, hm?” Miles taunted

“Mhmmm” you mumbled. You nodded and turned to face him.

“If you weren’t webbed, I’d make you beg for it; but you’re formula makes it so that you won’t be begging for another three hours” Miles smirked

“mmmmmm” you mumbled

All this time, Miles was taunting your hole with his head, pushing it in and out and watching your hole drip with anticipation. You were sobbing and all you wanted was to feel full and to cum but Miles more interested in watching his powerful, smart girlfriend, fall apart on his cock like putty. The lewd sounds your pussy exuded were driving Miles crazy as he watched you beg for him with your eyes.

Miles pushed himself in and bottomed out. Your soft, plush walls sending his senses into overdrive as he forced himself to move and not just enjoy your pussy squeezing around him. The feeling of being full and the sight of Miles inside of you was enough to make your high return on steroids. Your legs shook as you moaned and whimpered alongside Miles’ own whimpers and groans. As you approached your highs, Miles’ thrusts became sloppier and harder as your body followed the rhythm of his thrusts and began to shake. Before you knew it, your eyes blurred, and you let out a long drawn out moan and a wave of pleasure came crashing down on you; had it not been for the webs, you would’ve fell to your knees.

Not long after, you felt Miles twitch and his movements stilled as he emptied his cum inside of you, his breathing became heavier as yours did too. Miles placed soft kisses along your figure and whispered praises against your body:

“Fuck you’re so beautiful, Mami. I love you so much. You did so well"

You felt yourself get weak in the knees but Miles had been supporting your stomach and your weight. You wanted nothing more than to kiss the man who emptied his cum into your womb but due to the webbing situation, you couldn’t. Miles felt this and he snapped the webs off of your hands and ankles in a flash. As you both were calming down, you saw a geometric blast of light before seeing Gwen’s face:

“WOAH! uh did I catch you guys at a bad time?” She asked awkwardly, covering her eyes.

You and Miles exchanged glances before he smirked and you felt the heat rise to your cheeks

[bleedingneonviscera]

ithink this is what tumblr would be like in the dogman universe: a simulator

😀 randomcivillian-956 follow

can those villain asshats get control of those goddamn monsters i have lost literally every single fucking thing thanks to those brainless pieces of shits last week a fucking T-REX SKELETON destroyed my fucking HOUSE and everything around it

🪻 inmylane-1999

how are you able to say those words

😀 randomcivillian-956 follow

what words?

🪻 inmylane-1999 the a word, f word, and s word

😀 randomcivillian-956 follow

oh i see you're one of the Collardale inhabitants. screw the fuck off your town is a CURSE

🪻 inmylane-1999

what did i do? :(

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🪰 greenweirdthingwithteeth follow

hnstly i dont get y Daryl hangs arnd that pig guy hes rlly mean & bad

🐊 piethrowingboss

didnt u help us go after him when he ditched us after the mini jail broke 2 bits?

🪰 greenweirdthingwithteeth follow

yeh butt hes still rlly mean & i was a lil moar concerned 4 Daryl

🐊 piethrowingboss

ohhhh kk

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🐕 zupabuddiezthezenutz

zomg did u guyz watch that new mini-documentary w/ Petey The Cat n Zarah Hatoff??? that waz tragickk..

#holy shart i have so much moar respect 4 him now..

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🌆 icareforyou follow

still dont know why people are supporting Petey Duckhat just because of that documentary, didn't he terrorize the city for more than a month or two?? ntm he quite literally MUTILATED Officer Knight and Greg The Dog's bodies bad enough with that bomb to where they had to become that sick and horrible abomination i have to stomach through seeing on the news every week.

😀 randomcivillian-956 follow

i know right?? like hes genuinely a horrible cat but people are supporting him for no other reason other than "oh hes a victim!!" like shut the fuck up and grow up.

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op i wouldn't say DogMan is sick and horrible, he seems to be in great condition despite such an accident and hard surgery to conduct, and looks perfectly happy. while i don't support Petey Duckhat either, you took it a step further and suggested that DogMan is currently in conditions horrible enough to render him an "abomination".

🌆 icareforyou follow

dont you post tips for fucking evil monsters on your blog.

#LMAOOO dude was SLAUGHTERED so hard they deactivated #redogs

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🌭 24hotdogsatyourdoorstep

walking on the street with a small can of living spray in my pocket and the nearest cop explodes into blood guts and viscera

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🦷 bigmonsterinyourheart

okay i get that Dr. Scum is a real and kinda sucky person and all that but his labcoat kinda fucks!!

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✨ lookatthestars

Hot take or whatever but I don't think we should trust a guy who gets really distracted by squirrels and balls and a kitten who could easily get hurt to protect our city. Lightning Dude IS one of the better options as they ARE a highly durable and strong robot, but The Bark Knight and Cat Kid maybe aren't our best bets, they could get hurt easily and aren't exactly professionals.

Don't get me started on the Friendly Friends, I don't think we can trust two guys who JUST left the same exact trio that was responsible for that marshmallow factory's destruction (which left many injured, some DEAD), what if they're pretending? Also the bugs could easily get killed, they're small and fragile, the most work they can do without a high risk of getting smashed is spying on villains.

Commander Cupcake's a different story, as I'm pretty sure that guy only helped out, like, 3 times.

#anti-supa buddies #anti-friendly friends #twinkle twinkle little star

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🪁 lalalalala89

dude imagine if we were in a book rn and ppl were posting on tumblr abt us

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🎠 supastarr

remember, calico trans toms are perfectly valid! even cis toms can be calicos, and fur pattern doesn't determine exact gender, especially with fur dying technology nowadays! :)

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[ay-miphae]

Source Thoughts that i've never put on tumblr for some reason

So over a year ago I noticed some parallels in The Source but I never wrote them anywhere because this was before I was on Ayreonblr but I Just Remembered Them so uh. Yeah nothing fancy just Me Saying Words about an album I'm normal about

Sea of Machines and The Human Compulsion

I have definitely seen it mentioned before that the bridge of Sea of Machines is the same as the intro to The Human Compulsion. Maybe just an interesting bit of symmetry between the second and the second to last song? Even though the Source isn't that ...symmetrical of an album...

Star of Sirrah and Planet Y Is Alive!

Another thing like with the previous two - the verses have almost the exact same melody. "You have all been chosen / For your skills and expertise" vs "How can we still trust you / After all the lies you spoke" This one is odd. Took me awhile to notice it. The fourth song on the album paralleling the fifth to last. Not that I've analyzed it musically, but Star of Sirrah has a positive tone and in a major key(?) whereas Planet Y is faster and minor(?)... additionally we've got the President and the Prophet speaking hope in the first, and the Opposition Leader being like "nah you've screwed us over" in the latter. Directed at the President I should add. Anyway speaking of Planet Y Is Alive:

The fourth chronicle. All of it.

So the fourth and last chronicle of the Source consists of Bay of Dreams through March of the Machines. In terms of plot, the least happens in this one, and it's more of an introspective look at what will happen once the newly awakened Forevers inhabit their new home.

There's six songs on this one. I think of them as three pairs of two songs that are... basically the opposite in every respect, as they explore three major facets of their new life - their physical adaptation to the planet, their mental state and adjustment, and their purpose (or their adjustment on a spiritual level, if you will). Even the characters that appear are nearly the opposite.

Anyway. Just checked and this chronicle is called The Rebirth. I didn't know they had names. That's cool

Bay of Dreams vs Planet Y Is Alive! - adaptation on a physical level

TH-1 appears on both these tracks, but not the next two. I think that checks out considering that technology is a potent part of their adaptation.

Bay of Dreams - Historian, Chemist, Diplomat, Prophet (and TH-1) Planet Y Is Alive! - Opposition Leader, President, Astronomer, Captain, Biologist (and TH-1)

Bay of Dreams - contemplative and cautious, as they also try to figure out to do with TH-1, who they seem to have taken a liking to. This is a stretch, but it's almost like they're focusing on like, the specific geographic bay. The small details. The ones that require caution be taken. Planet Y Is Alive! - uptempo, there's a sense of conflict but also hope that it will be different, that it will be better. No more technology. Yeah right. It's like they're focusing on the whole planet and their lofty goals and everything is achievable for the time being.

Anyway the only character who doesn't appear on either of these (besides the Preacher, who peaces in and out for exactly one song) is the Counselor. Like I'm 90% sure Arjen didn't... intentionally write in these parallels and I'm 90% sure this is a hyperfixation-induced overanalysis. But. Her primary role is to attend to people's emotional needs. So. It makes sense.

The Source Will Flow vs Journey To Forever - adaptation on an emotional level

TH-1 is nowhere to be found on this pair. Stay tuned.

The Source Will Flow - Chemist, Counselor, Historian Journey To Forever - Diplomat, Captain, Astronomer, the rest of the ship's crew if that counts?

Okay weird I could have sworn there were more characters on this song pair. Anyway. My point still stands?

The Source Will Flow - unexpectedly slow, emotional, beautiful in a way I can't quite place. It's about the tug-of-war between resignation, desire, grief, closure... just like, sitting in the melancholy. Anyway I really like this one Journey To Forever - upbeat and positive to the point being... kind of jarring. The vibes are great! In spite of everything that's happened, it's exciting to explore a new future and to be connected in a way like never before! Glad y'all are enjoying your world without walls but... haha guys...

Anyway the fact that there are three characters on each of these got me thinking. Could they be foils to each other? The Counselor and the Diplomat, both responsible for the crew's emotional state, one more introspective and one more expressive. The Chemist and the Astronomer, two of the scientists, one more melancholy and one more hopeful. The Historian and the Captain, the two... resident-knowing-a-lot-about-the-Starblade-and-what's-going-on-in-my-headcanons-at-least... one more cautious and one more energetic.

Yeah I'm still quite sure character dynamics were the least of Arjen's concerns when writing this album. Is that going to stop me from overanalyzing all the characters. No it is not.

The Human Compulsion vs March of the Machines - Purpose

Aka one of the wildest album endings of all time. It's great.

The Human Compulsion - all the human characters. They are all questioning their purpose. All of them. March of the Machines - just TH-1

The Human Compulsion - it's like all of the Source is building up to this moment. They've left their life behind, successfully rehabited a new planet, they're going to be alive for the next billion years or so. What now. They worry about their humanity, their legacy, their metaphysical impact on the universe's timeline. Are they just going to vanish into the sea? A question that remains unanswered for many billion years. March of the Machines - Purpose being TH-1's driving factor is something @emotionally-charged-arson pointed out - for appearing on this album for all of five and a half minutes, TH-1 is quite complex and I can't think of a better way to describe his arc. The combination of humanity and technology in him invokes a need for a reason, he needs to be something. He is hope, he is the 'Frame.

Anyway you know how you can tell a lot about a character based off the first and the last words they say? (or did I just make that up idk) Quite literally what this song pair is doing, I think about that sometimes.

[lxcyed-matcha]

kevinsu fic - short

tags: mutual pining, angst

sorry, i'm not very good at this, please be respectful! they may be ooc and i am so sorry for that, please tell me if you think they are, thank you

Stargazing was a fun activity, but not when your friend next to you is so relaxed, meanwhile they only had a few thousand years til' the Final Herrscher arrives.

"Oh, relax.", Su laughed softly. "The Honkai hasn't appeared here yet. We can still delay Project STIGMA. Besides, you know the risks, right?"

Kevin nodded, mind lost and contemplating. Take your mind off Project STIGMA.. Another thing to think about..

He sometimes felt like the both of them were something more than friends. They had travelled the world for hundreds of years, after all. Their bond would be deeper, right?

Like.. less than lovers, more than friends?

He didn't want to think about it anymore. What else was there to contemplate about? Being attached to anyone would only hinder his progress in destroying the Honkai.

-

Su had fallen in love with Kevin in high school.

He brushed it off as just infatuation. Of course everyone loves Kevin, he thought, but even when he grew into adulthood, it still remained. Kevin was straight, after all. He wasn't going to force him to become what he wanted him to, but..

Oh, he wished he could have Kevin to himself.

That may happen in another universe, but not in this one. They have more to do.

The stars glow in the night sky of Greece. They had caught a meteor shower.

Sometimes he wondered what was in Kevin's mind at any moment. His friend looked so empty-minded, only laser-focused on that one purpose to destroy the Honkai. Can't they enjoy life for a little while? There was more to this. Witnessing the world grow is its own beauty.

However, he understood. Kevin had lost his will to live - he certainly would to if someone so important in his life died too.

--

Slowly, Kevin had started to realize that witnessing the world grow isn't too bad.

Feelings, similar to those he developed for MEI. Su was slowly becoming a new purpose to live, yes.

Over this past century, Honkai was growing at a fairly controllable pace. Herrschers had not appeared yet, although it was simply due to the slow advancement of technology. Maybe they could take a break from all the "fighting the Honkai" stuff- his friend was already doing that.

He had to stop thinking about these feelings. Defeating the Honkai was the reason why they were even alive and this would only distract him.

-

"If you are willing to defeat the Honkai no matter the cost, then.. I will stop you, no matter the cost."

It pained Su to utter these words. He never wanted REGULATOR to be activated, and he was sure that MEI truly never wanted it to be either.

But this.. was for humanity. Something greater than the both of them. There was no reason to be selfish right now when you are putting the world on the line.

He wouldn't allow lives to be lost if there was another chance.

In another universe, maybe they could find happiness. Maybe in this one, if the Honkai had never screwed everything up for them.

-

Kevin Kaslana had made it out of the thousand-year old jail of a bubble universe.

He had just learned many things.

Elysia's wish had been fulfilled. There was a Herrscher who managed to retain their humanity.

VALUKA failed.

Hua had lost a large portion of her MANTIS abilities.

And finally, he had lost his one true friend, who he had never realized his feelings for.

It was too late. There was nothing more to cling onto for him... other than the reason he was preserved.

Destroy the Honkai.

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Not revised, most of my work on tumblr isn't. Please be respectful when criticizing! Thanks :]

[sweetspicybingo]

Hi all, I've heard that reblogs of art aren't affected by this fun new tumblr feature (/sarcasm) so you should be all good if I reblog your works here regardless, but I've enabled this setting to assuage any potential worries 🙏 (and also because screw this whole thing tbh)

Artists of all kinds, I love you and I love what you do. Please keep creating. There will always be people who love and appreciate our work, regardless of any more "advancements" in this technology, and we can't let it stop us from doing what we love.

[hashtag-girlblogger]

how to live like it's 2014 again

If you're anything like me, you're nostalgic for everything. I am constantly wishing to be somewhere else or in some time else. I'm nostalgic for the 60's (I was born in 2001), nostalgic for the early 2000's (pop is just not the same), and most of all–I am nostalgic for 2012 to 2016. I think it is widely agreed that these years, especially on Tumblr, were the last best years many of us have ever had. I was a baby, still in middle school and just 15 years old in 2016. But wow, what a time to be alive. Music, movies, TV, pop culture, fashion, the internet–the world was a better place.

I have been toying with the idea of exiting mainstream society (as best I can) for sometime now. I've been thinking, "Is it possible to live in another era while stuck in the constantly evolving 2024?" Can I abandon social norms or things of "the time" and just live like it's 2014 again?

I've thought about what this would mean, what it would look like. Only listening to Halsey, Calvin Harris and Marina. Splurging at Victoria's Secret and wearing the iconic Tease perfume at all times. What's TikTok? You don't use Valencia on your Instagram posts? I'm obsessed with WeHeartIt. Look at my new Penny board!

Alternatively, I could take the Arctic Monkeys, soft grunge, American Apparel and Marlboro cigarettes route. All black, watching AHS Coven and wondering if I have secret witchy powers too.

I think where all these feelings come from is that the current state of the world is just not feeling so good (to put it nicely). The world is accelerating at a speed I do not want to keep up with. Social media and technology are great but it has literally become this crushing weight. "Just delete social media then." Yeah fair. I guess I just feel so disconnected from my life. From my real life. Like I spend so much of my time venturing into other worlds I've made up in my head. Like 2014 Tumblr. It's not here anymore, it's gone, but I live there. A part of me is still there.

I'm like 12 or 13 years old. Was still a competitive cheerleader, which I regrettably quit when I got to high school. I spent everyday after school with my friends, making video stars or doing gymnastics in the field. We would walk around our neighbourhood, talking about god knows what and enjoying every minute of it. I looked at the future and it could be anything. I could be anyone and do anything I wanted. I feel like that's what I really want. Maybe I miss the music and clothes and vibes of that era buy what I'm really craving is how purely simple and free I felt, how connected I felt to my own life.

Now I'm 22, soon to be 23. Graduating college soon, heading into my big girl job, big girl career. Totally terrified and also excited. But I spend my time alone, so much time alone. My social battery is always empty, I rarely catch up with friends. When I do, we always have to be doing something. Dinner, drinks, movies, parties, dancing, classes. It's never, just come over let's hangout. And I get it, we're young adults, we are supposed to be doing stuff, we are meant to be out and about living our best lives. I guess I just want it to feel different. I want it to feel like it used to.

Okay sooooo.

This is how to live like it's 2014.

Talk to your friends, often and without any agenda. Create the ultimate playlist, this one's pretty good:

Binge CW shows and trashy reality TV. Totally freak out when someone says you look like Violet from AHS (this actually happened to me at work the other day and I couldn't stop smiling). Say screw the trends and wear some skinny jeans and those Alexander McQueen ankle boots, Alexa Chung approved. Get off your phone and be alive now. It's 2014, you don't have a worry in the world.

[nitewrighter]

Scoops! (Part 7-- Epilogue)

Whew! Finally done! I have a lot of notes on this story at the end on my AO3, but I think for tumblr, the less clutter the better. It was honestly such a rush writing this, and everyone who's been reading from the start, thanks for sticking with me this past... *checks timestamps* Month. Jesus. I must have been possessed or something. For those of you who are just seeing this story now, congrats! You can start back at the beginning and not get screwed over by my cliffhangers!

Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

Read it on AO3 here!

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It had been about three hours. Clark was still in his full Superman uniform, but oddly he wasn’t doing his usual ‘majestic hover looking over the city.’ Instead, he was sitting on the edge of Lois’s apartment building, elbows resting on his knees, like a big kid. Lois huffed and pushed her scarf up under her chin as she elbowed her way out of the stairwell, stuffing her hands under her armpits for warmth in the quickly fading daylight. A small radio was playing next to him.

“…Officer Maxwell Jensen, one of the newest recruits to the Metropolis Police Department’s Special Crimes Unit, was killed today while attempting to stop unidentified terrorists from stealing the remains of Anthony Ivo’s Parasite suit husk from downtown. While there are conflicting accounts, the terrorists seemed to be in possession of technology similar to that used in Metropolis’s recent string of crimes. Federal sources have assured WGBS that the Parasite suit was destroyed in the ensuing conflict, and that they will be continuing to monitor the situation. In light of these events, Police Commissioner Bill Henderson is in talks to expand the SCU’s budget—”

Lois turned off the radio next to him, forcing him to blink and snap out of his haze.

“How’d it go?” she folded her arms.

“It… wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. But like, three different people told me I needed to go lay down.”

“You do,” said Lois, plainly.

Clark scratched at his temple with a fingernail, “I look that rough, huh?”

“You do,” said Lois, more intensely.

“I know, I just… I kind of needed it,” Clark spoke absently, before looking at his hands, “I—I needed to be sure they were back. I needed to do something that wasn’t… punching a robot or getting thrown through a wall.”

“I know,” said Lois, softly.

“And I was going to come inside, but I needed to think,” said Clark, “Just for a minute.”

“I know,” Lois said again, now beginning to feel a bit ridiculous at how much she was repeating herself, but Clark tended to keep things wrapped up tight inside of himself, when he talked like this, she found it was easier to gently lead him along and let him unspool it on his own. It took her a while to figure that out, and it was partially something she had to learn by watching Jimmy. It also took Clark a while to learn, too, that for all his invulnerability, he wasn’t nearly as good at hiding when something affected him as he thought he was—at least when it came to the people that loved him.

Both were quiet, but Lois shuddered as another cold wind blew through.

“Cold?” said Clark.

 “I’m fine,” she said to him, trying to push a bit of lightheartedness into her voice, “I keep thinking you need a winter version of that suit. Aren’t you cold? Or is the invulnerability to cold, too?”

“I get colder when I’m tired,” Clark wasn’t looking at her, “At night, too. I’m colder at night.” He seemed to perk up slightly, and a beat of silence hung between them. He glanced over at her. 

“What?” she tilted her head.

“Oh—-just… as soon as I said that, I thought you were going to hit me with something like ‘At night, huh?’ And you’d do your little eyebrow thing. And I’d turn into a stammering idiot, as usual, and—now that I’m saying it I realize that’s a really dumb expectation to have, but I mean you are funny, you’d just have something smarter to say than that but—” he caught himself and trailed off, “Sorry. It’s been a weird day.”

“Weird day,” Lois repeated. So much for gentle, patient, unspooling. She took a long steady inhale through her nostrils. “Okay, no, you know what? You’re not doing this.” “Not doing what?” said Clark.

“You’re not going to just… shrug off something that was clearly traumatic.”

“I’m not shrugging off anything—”

“Clark, you had a shock collar put on you.”

“I know.”

“By me.”

“But she wasn’t you—” Clark started and then seemed to catch himself. “Oh—” ‘I know what this is about’ rippled across his features and his face dropped,  “Oh god, Lois, I’m so sorry.”

“No-no-no-no, you aren’t making this about me,” Lois’s voice was going thick.

“But I know what you’re going through right now—” Clark started.

“What I’m going through is seeing you hurt!” 

“But it’s not just that, is it?” 

Lois stared at him, mouth hanging open but jaw tensed, furious at those big soft sky-blue eyes of his. No, you don’t get to do this. No, I’m not the one to be saved, here. But god, it still came pouring out of her.

“I just—I just hate it!” Her breath was short, “I love you and I can’t stand seeing me hurt you! I can’t stand hearing them talk about you like—like you’re a weapon or an animal with my voice! I would never—Okay I know I was trying to teach you some sparring moves before this but I would never—!”

“It’s okay, I know, I trust you,” Clark put his hands on the outsides of her arms. Always so fucking careful with her.

“And I’m upset because you should be more upset about it!” Her breath shuddered for a second but she inhaled sharply, not letting that turn into a sob, not letting whatever levy was holding the tears back break, “I know how much it hurts you when people are scared of you like that.” 

His grip on her arms instinctively slackened at that, and he glanced down. “Okay… you’re… not wrong about that,” he took his own steadying breath, “But… look, this isn’t the first time I’ve had to deal with people like that, and I really doubt it’s going to be the last, so—”

“And she laser-blasted you!” 

“Lois,” he gently touched the corner of her jaw, “Please don’t take this the wrong way, but this wasn’t the first time I’ve been shot by an alternate universe version of you.”

Lois’s eyes went wide and one corner of her mouth twitched.

“I mean it’s not fun, or anything, obviously,” Clark pulled his hands away from her and went on, his feet drifting off the ground—sometimes he floated when his mind was particularly occupied, she noticed, “It’s definitely not something I would ever want to go through again, but… it’s less of a shock the second time?”

“Claaark—!” Lois blurted out, distressed.

“Okay, that’s not really the point I wanted to make,” Clark ran a hand through his hair with a frustrated huff before his eyes met hers again, “What I’m saying is… I love you too, and no evil alternate version of you is going to change the way I feel about you. And in a weird way, it’s kind of a relief knowing there is an evil ‘you’ out there. Or at least a morally ambiguous antihero ‘you.’”

“What?” said Lois.

“I mean…” Clark drifted away from her, out over the edge of the building, folding his arms over his chest and staring out over the city. It was a strange moment where Lois was more starkly aware of the vast void of the street beneath him, rather than the fact that he was currently defying gravity. “I saw all those evil me’s. All those versions of Superman as this… force of terror and destruction. I still hate the thought of it…” His eyes flicked to hers, “Probably as much as you hate seeing that version of yourself. But it helped me realize, you don’t need powers to hurt people. I know my powers make me different, but they don’t make me… that. It all comes down to the choices we make and how our world shapes us, and I think seeing that version of you really helped me see that.”

Lois’s lips pressed thin.

“And… it just makes me realize how lucky I am to be in this universe with you,” he said, his eyes softening as a small smile lit up his features. He floated toward her again before finally letting his feet touch on the ground in front of her. Lois just stared up at him for a few seconds before making an exhausted groan and pretty much thumping her forehead onto the shield crest on his chest.

“Hey,” Clark cupped his hands at her jaw and kissed her forehead, “It’s okay.”

She looked up at him. Her hand went up to the red welts and Lichtenberg figures at his throat from the collar, hovering over the skin. He had a broken blood vessel in one eye, a splotch of red angrily snarling around big soft blue—whether it was from the repeated electrocutions of the Spider Lady, or the fight with Amazo, neither of them was sure. He gently brought up his own hand over hers, pressing her hand against his neck.

“I’m okay,” he said, before enveloping her in a hug, unthinkingly floating them both off the ground as he did so. He took her hand in his, studying her split knuckles. “Are you okay?” His eyes met hers again.

She stared at him for a few seconds. “No,” she said quietly, glancing down, “I just keep… seeing her. Seeing me. The way she didn’t even blink when you were twisting like that and—and I just…” her hand squeezed his, those scabs on her knuckles straining, threatening to bleed again in the cold, dry air. A short, forced chuckle fell out of her. “So, does the invulnerability help you with that? Does your brain…?” The question trailed off. One of those things that started in lightheartedness and then collapsed in on itself as she realized she really didn’t know.

“…I’ve been getting nightmares,” Clark said quietly, and Lois’s head jerked up to look at him,  “Between what I saw on the file, and what your dad showed me about Zero Day I…I’ve been getting them for a while. I’m sorry. I should have told you, but… I was scared. And I didn’t want to scare you. And I’m scared of how angry it makes me, knowing there are me’s like that out there. And I’m scared the more I think about it…” he trailed off. How many more times could he say the word ‘scared’ before it lost all meaning?

 “So what you’re saying is… you’re not okay,” said Lois, raising her eyebrows at him.

Clark set his jaw nervously for a moment before huffing out a breath. “Yeah. I guess so. I mean… I’m not.” 

A few long seconds passed between them before Lois smushed her cheek against his chest again. “How did you know her bracelet would short out the collar?” 

“I didn’t,” said Clark, “I mean, I knew it shocked, but… I wasn’t sure. If it didn’t work, I hoped maybe it would distract her enough to…”

“You were counting on me?” Lois’s eyebrows raised.

 “Kind of? Really, I was mostly counting on shorting the collar out, but I mean, you do actually have more formal hand-to-hand combat training than me. But also I was operating under a lot of electroshocks and a blow to the head at the time so…” 

“Ugh, I thought it was my job to do the stupid stunts,” her voice was half muffled against his chest. 

A short, soft chuckle escaped him. “Hey, I’m the one who keeps coming at people completely sheeted forward in a fight.”

“You do have to work on that!” she stuck her chin up at him defiantly. He just gave her an ‘I know’ smile, and she furrowed her brow, before pulling herself up, first kissing him on the jaw, then the mouth. He met her softly, feeling her fingers weave into his hair as the kiss deepened, feeling those fingers tense, almost pulling, almost. A little flare of need in the way her mouth pressed against his, that little grip of ‘mine.’ 

My Clark.

He held her closer to him as well, arms cradling and carefully tightening around her, trying to push out all the memory of the pain of electrical shocks and impact of weaponry and punches and kryptonite from the day, trying to replace it with the sensation of her body pressed against his. Replace the blunt, heavy pain with the weight of her in his arms, replace the sharpness and suffocation of kryptonite with her warmth. He could still kind of feel those hits from the fight, in the way you could still feel the sensation of the ocean after throwing yourself bodily into the waves for hours. He knew he and Jimmy would have to sit her down and talk to her about the Kryptonite at the League headquarters, but it would at least be easier with Jimmy backing him up… or maybe they would both team up on him with ‘Seriously, Clark, that was insane and you nearly died, you can’t keep doing stuff like that’ which was… also fair. He didn’t need to worry about that for now, though. Now was just softness, and super-hearing picking up her heartbeat, the rhythm of it against his own chest, and the sky tinging lilac and periwinkle, and—did she just shiver again? Her lips broke from his. “You can work on it later, though…” she murmured.

“What do you think…?” said Clark, as she leaned her head on his shoulder, the exhaustion of the day soaking in, “Takeout and that period piece we’ve been meaning to see that you know neither of us is going to stay awake for?” 

“Mm…” Lois looked off, “Maybe we should check on Jimmy. I mean… he… ”

“Lost his drone, which got turned into robot god by evil you, and then got sent to another dimension,” said Clark, talking through the events and realizing there was no way you could summarize them without sounding insane.

“Yeah…” said Lois.

“I texted him, but he hasn’t really gotten back to me for a couple hours now,” Clark shrugged. 

“…he’s not making another Scoops already, is he?” Lois arched an eyebrow.

“I dunno,” Clark shrugged.

Lois stared at him for a few seconds before giving him another pecking kiss on the cheek. “Let’s get you inside, Smallville.” 

———

“It’s with an ‘A?’” Jimmy was staring at the side of the decaf chestnut mocha where Jalana’s name was scribbled, “I thought it was spelled with an ‘E.’ Like jalapeño. The ‘A’ makes you think it should be pronounced ‘Jalahna.’”

“Still better than Jimberly,” said Jalana, taking the cup from him.

Jimmy gasped. “Who told you?!” 

She just gave him a lopsided smile and he said, “Right, duh,” as he grabbed his own cinnamon cayenne hot cocoa order from the counter. They stepped out from the coffee shop into a cold night on Metropolis’s streets. Jimmy was staring up at the sky, Metropolis’s light pollution and the clouds of a winter sky obscuring the stars.

“…thinking about Scoops?” Jalana stepped next to him.

“Yeah…” Jimmy said quietly. He looked at his cup for a minute. “I saw.. a lot of different Amazos looking through the League computer. But uh… jeez, if you guys were worried about Clark turning evil…”

“But this Amazo was made by you, not Ivo,” said Jalana, as they both started walking down the street.

“I know, but I’m not anywhere near Ivo’s level, heck I was literally just using hardware he made… but I hope… I hope the fact that it was me makes a difference for him,” Jimmy rolled the grip of his fingers on his cup before taking a long sip, sugar and chocolate and spice and warmth going right to his heart and brain. His breath fogged out of him.

“We are going to be monitoring the situation,” said Jalana, “We don’t want to do anything to provoke the Spider Lady or the Android, but obviously introducing such a powerful entity to an already unstable universe warrants observation.”

“Think some of those reports can find their way into Flamebird?” Jimmy quirked an eyebrow.

“If I hear anything about your baby, you’ll be the first to know,” said Jalana, elbowing him.

“Oh god that’s too weird to think about now,” said Jimmy.

“You did make it,” said Jalana.

“I made an orb…drone thing. Sure, the orb can be a baby, but I can’t really call an 8-foot-tall sentient parasite suit that now weirdly has my best friend’s voice coming out of it a ‘baby.'”

“Everyone says that when they become a father,” said Jalana, sagely.

“Literally no one says that,” said Jimmy.

Jalana just smirked and sipped her own drink.

“Think they can actually pull it off?” asked Jimmy, “Stabilizing their universe, I mean.”

“I don’t know,” said Jalana, “I mean, I’ve seen loads of Lois Lanes save their universes. Hell, I’m in the organization of ‘Lois Lanes who save the multiverse.’ But Earth 19-Y is pretty far gone. At the very least, it’ll keep them both busy for a while, which is good for the whole multiverse.” They took a turn into Centennial Park, the grass on either side of them was frosted and snowflakes were starting to fall, getting caught in the soft glow of the lampposts.

“So, any other universes where I’m a villain?” asked Jimmy, “Just… I figure we should cover our bases here.”

“A couple,” Jalana shrugged, “None for you to really worry about, though.” She paused, smiling a little. ”There’s one where we’re a giant turtle kaiju,”

“Really!?” Jimmy’s face lit up.

“But honestly, a lot of the time we’re more likely to be dead than villains. Olsens get killed off in a lot of universes,” 

“Wow…” Jimmy stared off into the distance, “The multiverse is racist.”

“Jimmy, we aren’t black in every universe.”

Jimmy gave her a skeptical side-eye.

“I literally just told you there’s a universe where you’re a giant turt—You know what? Never mind,” Jalana sipped her mocha, “It’s one of the things you have to get used to, in the League, the concept of being dead in another universe, the hole you leave. You can’t really take it personally.”

“…maybe you guys should start taking it personally,” said Jimmy.

“What?” said Jalana.

“Well, the Spider Lady said that you guys were basically using her universe as a petri dish. And… from what I saw of your archives, even if you guys were stopping big inter-dimensional criminals, you still needed her universe to be horrible and miserable so it could act as a kind of… multiverse barometer for you to track the movement of inter-dimensional contraband. Her universe was messed up by stuff that was well beyond her control, and you guys didn’t do anything to un-mess it, even though you definitely had the means. Is that right?”

Jalana looked stunned. “I mean I don’t decide the policy—“

“Jalana…”

“…yeah,” said Jalana after a few seconds, “You’re right. We didn’t.” 

“How many universes were made better by having all their nastiness dumped into hers?” 

“A lot…” said Jalana, and then, “Enough,” but her mouth pulled into a grimace. “Look, it wasn’t that easy. How are you supposed to tell the people from the Hell-Worm universe, ‘Oh hey, I know you’re all celebrating the fact that you no longer have Hell-Worms, but uh-oh, it turns out your Hell-Worms were just beamed to a different universe by a bad guy and we have to put them back now?’ So you… you don’t take it personally.” She was wincing at her own words. 

“That doesn’t stop the people in their own universes from taking it personally,” said Jimmy.

“No.. it doesn’t,” said Jalana.

“…do you think it’s going to be like that for us?” Jimmy’s voice went oddly level.

“What?” Said Jalana.

“I mean, me, and Clark, and Lois,” said Jimmy, “There’s still so much we don’t know about what Clark can do, and I know it scares him. But he wants to help, and he’s going to do more, and more. The problems are going to get bigger. The world is going to get bigger. We already have to tell him he can’t do everything just in this city for his own sake, but what if we become like the League? Letting whole universes suffer for what we think is the greater good? Destroying things for what they could become, rather than just seeing them for what they are?”

Jalana weighed his words for a few seconds. “I think… as long as you do worry about that, you don’t have to worry about it, do you know what I mean? When you stop worrying about it…that’s when you should be worried.”

“Probably going to have to come up with a better system than that,” said Jimmy, “I mean we could worry about it while still doing it, is the thing.”

“Yeah,” said Jalana, sipping her drink, “…it should probably be a bigger red flag for me that one of your big fears for your universe is ending up like us, huh?”

“I mean, yeah, you had all that ‘Evil Superman’ footage, but end of the day, for our Clark, you guys shot first.”

“Mm,” Jalana just sullenly sipped at her drink again.

“Well you didn’t,” Jimmy corrected himself, “Are you still going to stick with the League? That’s twice, or like, five times you’ve helped us now. Are you going to get like, interdimensional-court-martialed?

“Lanes need Olsens,” Jalana shrugged, “If there’s one consistent thing I’ve seen for Jimmies and Jalanas and Jaimes and Gemmas and Yakovs across the multiverse, it’s that, at our best, we keep our friends grounded. We remind the world of what really matters. Hopefully what happened with the Spider Lady will be a wake-up call, but if it isn’t…” she stirred the ice in her drink, “Either way, I have work to do with the League. Speaking of which,” she held her hand out expectantly.

“What?” Jimmy said innocently.

“Flamebird to Flamebird, don’t bullshit me,” said Jalana flatly, “I want to be able to write down that you were compliant in the report.”

Jimmy sighed, “Fine,” he said, fishing the Spider Lady’s inter-dimensional burn hole projector out of his jacket pocket and handing it over, “You don’t know if I was actually going to use it.”

“Sure I do,” said Jalana, pocketing it.

“…Is Yakov the turtle kaiju Jimmy?” Jimmy asked after a few seconds.

“No, Yakov Olsenovich is a ballerino.”

“I'm a ballerino!?”

——

It was a miracle Earth 19-Y was still holding together. Literally. To its credit, the disastrous warping of its magnetic field lent itself to beautiful auroras glittering across a furious dark red sky, but also resulted in phenomena could only be described as ‘mass migratory bird suicides’ and ‘lightning that goes the wrong way,’ among others. The constant rain of debris burning up in its atmosphere made every night a dread-filled spectacular meteor shower, which was its own strange consolation prize for stars that were no longer visible. 

A pale blue portal opened several hundred feet above a troubled ocean, and Amazo hovered out. The Android was no longer holding the Spider Lady by her jacket like a scruffed kitten, but rather carrying her bridal style as she kept her arms furiously folded across her chest and simmered in its arms. Amazo’s blank orange eyes surveyed its surroundings. It saw churning seas that had all but devoured every soft edge of a beach and now snapped and battered violently at crumbling cliffs at every shoreline. It saw the distant fires of rockets and anti-missile defense systems blinking and blooming against dark horizons.

“…it’s best not to stay in the open like this too long,” said the Spider Lady, looking at the seething, spraying waters below them. She squinted into the distance and made out a sad scribble of a skyline. “There,” she pointed, “Take us over there.” Amazo glanced down as she took in a breath as if steeling herself.

“Why there, Miss Lane?” Amazo tilted its head.

“It’s home,” the Spider Lady’s voice was barely audible over the roar of waves below. 

Amazo seemed to process her words for a second, before taking off in that direction. She tightened in the android’s arms in the ensuing blast of wind and spray of water, tucking her chin against her collarbone and squeezing her eyes shut. In a sense she had succeeded, she had gotten Amazo, brought the Android back to her world, but she was still coming back to a world without her Jimmy. The world she had left to save would now be her prison, and the weapon she had sought to save it with, her warden. She lifted her chin to glare up at Amazo, who was staring blankly ahead as it flew. Stupid robot, she thought darkly. 

 The Metropolis of her world was not the clean art deco lines and gleaming elevated trains of the Metropolis of Earth 12-M, but a twisted and burned shadow of it. Even the great ringed celestial sphere sculpture topping the Daily Planet building was a warped and crumpled crescent, like something had taken a bite out of it. Amazo chose that as the landmark to touch down on. 

Amazo had barely assumed a stable standing position on the Daily Planet’s roof when the Spider Lady furiously flapped an arm in the Android’s face, her legs trying to flail out of its grip. “Down. Put me down.”

The android all but dropped her and she stumbled a few steps away from him to regain her balance. Her head was still pounding and her body ached all over from the beating that other Lois had given her, and actually standing on her own two feet gave her a chance to finally assess the damage that had been done. Her head was swimming from equal parts exhaustion, not eating, and the welts and bruises she could feel making their presence known as the adrenaline of everything faded. The Spider Lady swept her hands down the front of her dress with distaste before looking around, her shoulders visibly slumping. “Shithole, sweet shithole,” she said, softly, looking around the ruined Metropolis.

Amazo was silent behind her, a golden sentinel, what should have been her ultimate weapon now turned to… she didn’t know what. A hero, if all the morons one world back could be believed, but she knew better than that. Across so many worlds, Amazo, too, was a force of fear and destruction. It would be safer as a weapon. Sentience? The ability to make its own choices? No, she couldn’t trust that at all. She put her hands on her hips and puffed out a breath.

“All right, Golden Boy,” she said, “Let’s get one thing straight: Without me you’d still be a glorified camera orb floating around in the happy-go-lucky rom-com ‘Oh no, killing is bad’ universe. So I expect to be treated with a little respect if we’re both going to be stuck here.”

“I do not see how showing you disrespect would benefit the current situation,” said Amazo.

“Ugh, how much of that Clark did you absorb?” 

“I do not absorb, I duplicate. Though, I can understand the confusion, seeing as the exterior of this chassis was previously the Parasite of Earth 12-M.”

The Spider Lady dragged a hand down her face with barely contained rage. Amazo looked out towards the horizon.

“I was made to save this universe,” said Amazo, like it hadn’t been saying that this whole damn time, “I anticipated dire conditions, but it is clear there are multiple crises happening both independently and interdependently.” 

“What, were you thinking you’d just… take care of it all in one go? Fly around the world really fast? Turn back time? No, it doesn’t work like that.. this world is broken forwards and backwards.” 

“I see…” Amazo said slowly.

“Where do you want to start?” said the Spider Lady, “The Marianas trench fish man invasion? The giant living metal engine city that’s grown over the smoking crater that used to be L.A. County? That one psychic who’s possessed the entire British Isles and will likely kill everyone if he has an aneurysm which could happen in the next few hours? The Hell-Worms? Take your pick. You can pretty much chuck a rock anywhere and there’s something to do.”  

“What is causing the disruption in this earth’s magnetic field?” Amazo asked after a few seconds, looking up.

“Oh, that?” The Spider Lady chewed her thumbnail, “That was a failed doomsday device from some other dimension from a few years ago. It’s still stuck in our core. Apparently it didn’t work on our earth because it was meant for another planet and…” she flapped a hand, “Iiii don’t think you should start with that. You only have the Kryptonian’s powers. And you’d have to go to the planet’s core and like… get it spinning again? Jimmy knew more about it than me…” she trailed off quietly, then suddenly perked up, “Oh you know what? I’m pretty sure that lava monster is still attacking Iceland. Actually, we probably don’t have an Iceland any more but the lava monster’s definitely still there. Go beat that thing up, get its powers, and then you can go to the earth’s core.”

“An adequate strategy.” Amazo mused, floating off the ground slightly, “Thank you, Miss Lane.”

“Psh. You would have figured it out on your own, probably,” the Spider Lady shrugged.

“It is my understanding that many universes have collapsed in the absence of their respective Lois Lanes,” said Amazo, solemnly, “Do not underestimate your importance to this one.”

A blush crept up the Spider Lady’s cheeks—or maybe it was just all the broken blood vessels from all the punches. Yeah, that had to be it.

“Eh—” the Spider Lady’s breath caught in her throat for a second before she shook her head and then barked, “D-didn’t I tell you to go beat up that lava monster!? What are you doing floating there, for!? Hop to it, Golden Boy!”

Amazo gave her a single, acquiescent nod that send another flush of heat up the back of her neck, then took off, leaving the Spider Lady on the roof of the ruined Daily Planet. “Stupid robot…” she muttered under her breath, fidgeting with her hair.

[ohheyitsokay]

some incomplete, unfounded, and unpopular thoughts on the new ai announcement:

I'm choosing (maybe stupidly) to feel tentatively optimistic about it.

one of the things people who are trying to move to other platforms are quickly discovering is that the high likelihood is that many many of the other options are also likely selling your work either over the table but without clear disclosure or under the table.

unfortunately, frankly, I was operating under the assumption that some portion of my things were already being used. does that suck, in a frustrating dystopia way? yeah. but we also live in a world in which I'm acutely aware technology is advancing far faster than rules, regulations, and laws can keep up? also yeah.

secondly, I was also not surprised to hear the announcement because... we know tumblr has needed the money and has been forced to prioritize keeping the website afloat (longterm) over keeping its users happy and comfortable (shorterm). we know that businesses have never been our friend. they need the money, and I truly believe there were worse options for them to get it and worse ways for them to have screwed us over, and it wouldn't been standard to not tell us about it at all.

honestly i wish other platforms disclosed the deals and gave an opt out option. I hope this sets a president for other social media.

so glaze your art, be careful about your posts, toggle off the sharing whether or not it matters, and understand the internet has never been safe. persist anyway. enjoy creating and enjoy your friends and we'll figure it out. keep pushing and pushing for ai regulations and data selling disclosure and all that stuff - read up on it when you get the energy and don't get dragged down when there's too much to fight for. find and support people who have expertise in the areas we don't understand fully and do your best to keep plowing forward.

persist, with passion for what we create and determined optimism for what we can change and apathy for things outside of our control.

I am sure I'm making naive arguments about these things but I simply do not have the time or energy to be devastated every time a company makes a choice that knowingly or unknowingly impacts me. I've got people to love and art to make and I'm trying my best to be educated and make change but I refuse to die over it. this part is just me saying please don't come for me

tl;dr while the new ai deal is discouraging and scary, i do not think it's a catastrophe. and artists (of all kinds) have always and will always persist

[dentos-wife]

For what it's worth, I appreciate your addition on the "western media isn't covering the South Africa vs Israel hearing evenly" but in an election year, on the same site that was proven to be riddled with misinformation blogs run by Russian agents back in 2016 which by many accounts affected Trump getting elected, I do not think there is ANY excuse for exaggerating current events to rage-bait reblogs. https://www.theguardian.com/technology/2018/mar/24/tumblr-says-russia-used-it-for-fake-news-during-2016-election

I'm not trying to pick a fight, and like I said I appreciate your calm approach and your inclusion of sources, but I did want to clarify why I reblogged what I did.

Oh no worries! I know both sides are super extreme right now and I see one more vote third party post I will scream there is in fact a lessor of two evils right now and if we get a Repub in power again things will get worse domestically, internationally we're screwed no matter who is in power. I hate it, but harm reduction is also important. We got the primaries right now! Vote Marianne Williamson!!! Then hold your nose if you fail.

As for your thing I get you I just thought it was a silly meme but yeah if people are going to argue it and think OP is actually series and not meming well that's important too

[sleepy-vix]

Sup.

I'll rarely visit Tumblr from this point onward, because I initially made this account to view fanart of my favorite series. But since new fanart for it is hardly ever created, and I ain't no Da Vinci yet, I've decided that there's no point continually visiting here. I have an entire life I want to start living outside of the four corners of my laptop screen.

But before I "go", I want to tell you something.

I barely know you at all, so forgive me if what I'm saying is inaccurate. You seem to be filled with ideas. Lots of them. Big ones and small ones, like heavy rocks buried under infinite grains of sand on the beach. And you appear to want to DO something with them. You WANT to write something. But with school, and now work, and everything else you're supposed to do, there just never seems to be enough time.

Again, I don't truly know you. But IF that is the case, IF you want to write something, then do it. If there is no time, then try for at least 10 minutes a day. 10 minutes is a grain in the hourglass of life, but you can get at least SOMETHING done, maybe an atom of work. But if you put an atom in place every single day of every single year, over time those minuscule molecules may accumulate into something you can be proud of.

Based off your posts, you seem to hate the stuff which takes up most of your time. But you do those things anyway because you need them to survive, and because the world expects you to do them. SCREW! THE! WORLD! The world has said so many things in the past millennia: that the Earth is flat, that the internet was a fad destined to die out, and that if you don't meet the requirements for what the world thinks a human being should be down to the last millimeter, then you can never be worth anything.

But YOU KNOW those ideas have been blown to the ground and buried in the sand! We know now from the different stars which are visible at different hemispheres, various calculations, and from literal photos and videos of our planet that the Earth is a spheroid (but not a perfect sphere). I don't even NEED to explain the internet part.

What the world considers "perfect" keeps changing all the time. But there are so many people who accomplished so much even if they weren't what the world wanted them to be! Hedy Lamarr, an actress during Hollywood's Golden Age, who invented the technology which made the internet possible and is in the Inventors' Hall of Fame. Alice Ball, a black chemist who, in the 1940's, created the most effective cure for leprosy at the time (and was not credited for it until much later). Alan Turing, who cracked the enigma code and is widely considered to be the father of computer science, and was prosecuted at the time for homosexuality. Need I keep going?

In fact, forget accomplishment for a second. What about just... being a person? Of having regular meals to eat and a place to sleep at night? So many people whose names we don't even know were told by everyone that they couldn't even be human, but they went ahead and did it anyway! The entire WORLD has been wrong about things all at once! What about all the wars and genocides which were justified before? What about the ones which are justified now? The world is not infallible, even if it pretends it is!

You'll die one day. And when you die, do you want to honestly say to yourself that it was the WORLD who decided who you could be? The WORLD, no matter how illogical, brutal, and pointless some of its rules are? Why should it be allowed to do that? To make your last breath a sigh of resignation? If you WANT to write, if you want to do ANY good, then DO IT, dammit, even if the world doesn't want you to! If the world doesn't give any time, then after doing what you need to survive, dig up time from the deepest trenches, take in your fist, and shove it in the world's face and say that you did it, that you became who you wanted to be despite all its efforts! And even if you never live to see the fruits of your work, at least you can say you died fighting for them!

Once again, I don't know you, so I am probably wrong about your condition. If that is the case, then I apologize. If I have caused you any degree of discomfort, then I apologize again. That was not my intention. Do whatever you want to in your life, as long as it is the right thing to do. Also, you've probably already thought about all of this already. You're that kind of a person. But, in my experience, hearing something you've already thought about mirrored by another makes it more real.

I wish you all the best. Take care.

I'm so speechless right now. i could cry, because this is so kind and so wonderful and so infinitely thoughtful i feel like its changed the trajectory of my life. You might be right about my underlyng wish to create, or you might not be. Right now, even i'm sure what i want to do with myself.

It's been a depressing and stressful past few months and weeks, and i'm just so thankful someone had been watching me the whole time (i thought i was just talking into the void, but the fact that you noticed that i just got a new job recently means so much to me T-T)

Really, thank you for this. I'm never going to forget your words, and if i ever do end up writing a book, you're definitely going to be acknowledged 😭 (imagine, "dedicated to tumblr user ijustdidthissoicouldscroll")

I'm sorry to see you go, especially after all this. :(

You've given me so much insight again and again and i feel like honestly i havent done anything in return

I understand completely though, and won't ask you to stay selfishly, but just please dont delete your account. And, have fun and enjoy your life beyond the four corners of your laptop screen.

I wish you all the best aswell. Take care.

Carpe diem & carpe noctem, etc. ✮ 🫡

ps. i really did not write enough to express my awe and gratitude, sorry 😭. i feel undeserving, but i know i shouldnt speak negatively about myself like that much more, so i'll focus on my gratitude- thank you. I'm so glad we met. Also, at this point, you should write your OWN book, because damn you have such a way with words.

[theshampyon]

Good news, everyone! ChatGPT isn't good enough to take over tumblr shitposting yet.

Our conversation after the cut.

Me:

Write a post about AI from the perspective of a tumblr shitposter.

ChatGPT:

Yo, fellow tumblrinos! Have you heard about AI? That shit is wild! Like, we're basically living in the future already.

Imagine being able to have your own personal robot assistant like in the Jetsons. That's basically what AI is, right? I mean, we've got Siri and Alexa, and they're pretty cool, but imagine having a robot buddy who could do everything for you.

And then there's the whole thing with self-driving cars. I mean, that's straight out of a sci-fi movie! Imagine cruising down the highway with your feet up, just chillin' while your car does all the work. That's the dream, my friends.

But there are also some downsides to AI, like the whole job thing. Like, if machines can do everything humans can do, what's gonna happen to all the jobs? Are we gonna be replaced by robots? It's a scary thought, but we gotta think about it, y'know?

And then there's the whole bias thing. Like, if AI is gonna be making decisions and stuff, we gotta make sure it's not biased. We can't have machines being racist or sexist or anything like that.

Overall, AI is pretty cool, but we gotta be careful with it. We don't want to end up like in those Terminator movies, where the machines take over and stuff. Let's use AI for good, not evil.

Me:

That doesn't sound like a tumblr shitpost. It's the embodiment of the "How do you do, fellow kids" meme. Try again.

ChatGPT:

Hey, fellow tumblritees! Have you heard about AI? Like, omg, that's some next-level sci-fi stuff right there!

I mean, sure, we've got Siri and Alexa, but imagine having a robot friend that's always there for you. It's like having a cool, futuristic sidekick who's always got your back. And don't even get me started on self-driving cars! Like, that's some Jetsons-level stuff right there.

But let's not forget about the downsides, like the fact that AI could take over our jobs. Like, imagine losing your gig to a robot, that would suck. And then there's the whole bias thing, like if the machines are learning from biased data, we're all screwed.

So, like, let's use AI for good, okay? Let's not let the robots take over and let's make sure we're not being biased. But, like, overall, AI is pretty dope and I'm excited to see where it takes us.

Me:

It still sounds like a PR post. Cater your response to a tumblr audience.

ChatGPT:

Hey there, tumblr peeps! Let's talk about AI!

First off, can we just acknowledge how freaking cool it is that we're living in a time where robots and machines are doing things we never thought possible? From self-driving cars to Siri and Alexa, it feels like we're living in a sci-fi movie!

But with all this new tech comes some serious stuff to think about. Like, what happens when the robots take over our jobs? It's like, damn, can't we catch a break? And let's not forget about the potential for bias in AI. We can't have the machines being all racist and sexist and stuff, you know what I mean?

So, like, let's use this tech for good and not let it go all Terminator on us. We need to make sure we're using AI ethically and responsibly. And let's not forget about the human side of things. We need to make sure that people aren't being left behind in the race towards more and more advanced technology.

Overall, I think we're living in some pretty exciting times, but we also need to be aware of the potential pitfalls of AI. Let's stay woke, fam!

[formerinspectorlyfedda]

(Inside the package from @lyfrasilly-edda there is a note, addressed to Lyf)

Hello! I’m one of my Lyf’s crew members, thought I’d write a note, because they said you haven’t had many people to talk to, but my Lyf has been keeping me away from talking to the other versions of themself on Tumblr. For good reason, I suppose, but still just wanted to say hi!

The pastries are from me, by the way. I hope you like apples like mine does, because that was mostly what I made. If not, there’s some chocolate, cinnamon, peach, pumpkin, vanilla, strawberry and this weird Yggdrasilian fruit I got the replicator to spit out that my Lyf loves. Also some other ones. And muffins that Brian made, though you might want to check those ones for loose screws. Some other stuff in there, too.

I’m really, really fucking glad you got your arm back, because losing an arm sucks mega bad and you really shouldn’t have had to lose it in the first place, and I’m about five seconds from finding the anons and killing them for that. Not that I’d know what losing an arm feels like, of course. Lyf said our anons are probably different ones so I’d just be hurting innocent anons, but still. Use the guns if they ever try something like that again, because no version of Lyfrassir Edda is ever allowed to get hurt.

I wish I could do more for you from here, but alternate universes are funky and weird and I can’t brute force my way into your universe :( which is homophobic of the universe. It really should let me do that. Raphaella One of us is working on portalling technology, but she keeps getting distracted because she keeps accidentally transporting her pet goose into different dimensions and getting distracted. Which is not great. But we’re trying!

Don’t give up please. My Lyf hasn’t told me much about their time after the Bifrost, but I know it really, really sucked. It’ll get better, though. It has to get better. You’ll get a happy ending, I promise. If not, once again, will find a way to brute force my way into your reality and help. Or maybe you’ll find your reality’s version of me. I really hope you do. I can’t really imagine a world where I’m not with Lyf.

If you need any mire care packages, just let my Lyf know and it’ll get sent your way, okay? Please stay safe :)

- M

That is so many pastries. Thank you for all of the food, and I'll try to be wary of loose screws..? I'm glad my arm came back as well, and I'll make sure none of the anons can try that shit again.

From what I've heard alternate universes are confusing. Strange that so many alternate worlds can interact on this site. Good luck with the portal, and the goose (whatever that is).

Thank you. I'll try to remember that. If you do "brute force" your way into my reality, be careful? I can't imagine that would be easy or safe.

[smilepilled]

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A list of my tags, alongside their respective meanings && contents. I will also explain a thing or two about my tagging — please take your time for as long as needed, if you read this.

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DISCLAIMER :

Tagging may be inconsistent, erratic or otherwise wonky. This has to do with my "missing screws", specifically towards my amnesia and memory loss. Please take my tagging as my struggly form of categorizing things, which helps me personally. I apologize for any mistagging or otherwise innapropriate tagging — I'm doing my best here...

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Not all topics/themes have proper tags, which means I may end using similar tags or using the "unsorted trinkets" tag. My blog is everchanging, so there's a chance some things fitting here could change.

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PERSONAL YAPPING :

BUHGPOSTING ≈ Posts that I affiliate myself with, want to share, enjoy, or otherwise believe to be relevant. May or may not accompany other tags such as "utmost importance", but I tend to use it for lighthearted things/reblogs/et cetera.

BUHGGYTALK ≈ A tag for when my posts, or my tagging of a post, contain my direct yapping. This may also be used when I reblog a post that has something i'd like to say, but haven't.

BUHGGYVENT ≈ Venting tag, as you may be able to tell. You may hide this if you want — preferrably, if that's okay to request. I will rarely vent, because i hate speaking of anything negative I feel. See this as cries into the echo, please do not feel pressured to answer it/react to it or interact with it at all.

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ME && MY WIFEGUY :

THE HECKERER ≈ Anything that reminds me of my beloved. from terms, to textposts, literally anything. More of a "ITS HIM!!! (?)" tag, may also be used if they show up in my blog personally.

HECKERCORE ≈ A more lighthearted, silly tag, for anything that reminds me of his "—core". For example, labels with technology, personal references, and much more. May be more of a "superficial" tag, compared to "the heckerer".

GO TEAM HEHA ≈ A tag specifically made for us as a couple, which may be used for: ships that are "us" (not in the delusional sense, just "omg theyre just like us fr), posts that fit both of us at the same time, terms that are both of us separately and/or as a couple, et cetera. This one is very silly, and also very personal — it is a reference to "Go Team Venture", from "The Venture Bros", which we are autistic about.

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PEOPLE && COOLIOS :

ARTHROPOOMFS ≈ A silly tag for my mutuals and anyone who I (humbly) consider myself to be in good terms with. May also be used for people I care about, and are in my Tumblr galaxy/circle. A very "buddy" coded tag! The "oomf" is not "one of my followers"/"one of my friends", and moreso the silly phonetics of the shortened term, "oumph".

AWESOMESTS ≈ For people who I particularly admire or otherwise think are cool. This tag is mainly like "woaw ur so pawesome!! jam on!!!", and is not meant to idolize or worship anyone. Its like a silly little badge handmade by me — this may also be used for blogs with gimmicks/dynamics/themes I enjoy.

@ USERNAME / @ (EMOJI [ANON]) ≈ Search WITHOUT the space!! Something (which wasn't added until later on in this blog, and is kinda wonky) for specific users. Will mainly be used for interactions or miscellaneous — coining posts are likely to be exempt, UNLESS the tag is used to signify that the coining post reminded me of that person. For example, I may tag @ lunentity in posts about the moon, or @ gengernoway in posts with silly critters in them.

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CREATIONS && TRINKETS :

SHINY COINS ≈ For any coining posts, either made by me or other users/blogs. Includes both coining posts WITH flags, and WITHOUT flags. May also be used for blogs who do coining posts, specifically for promotion.

SHINY PRETTIES ≈ For anything visually pretty to me (or not, maybe to others) that isn't coining posts. This includes graphics, layouts, icons, banners, and editing resources. May also be pallettes, drawings/paintings/animation/poetry, sprite edits, and much more.

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THE SELF & IDENTITY :

GENDERERISM BOX ≈ Made specifically for anything related gender identities, gender alignments, gender-related experiences, presentations, and similar. May be used for anything indirectly connected to gender, or important topics that correlate directly or indirectly with gender. I may use this tag on bug posts because my gender is bugs, but rarely so.

ORIENTATION STATION ≈ Similar to the above, but made for attractions and orientations. This includes romantic, sexual && tertiary attractions. May also be used for posts indirectly related to such, like for example "save me androgynous guy, save me" (self indulgent example). Will be used for x4x identities (examples: bi4bi, t4t, etc.)!

GOING ON INSTINCT ≈ A tag for all things natural, wild, animalistic && nonhuman. May be used for otherkin/nonhuman posts and terms, for fanart of animal characters, for posts about animals and critters, and instinct-related posts. These themes and their posts may be directly or indirectly connected; the tagging may be erratic. May also have to do with posts/terms regarding natural human experiences, though I generally may avoid using this for real life issues and important things. ALSO INCLUDES NATURE/BIOLOGY STUFF!!!

CHESIRE EMPIRE ≈ This one is for all things related to disabilities, mental illnesses/conditions, as well as symptoms and much more. I also use this for anything that may be potentially linked to my/one's disabilities/conditions/illness/symptoms, but in a lighthearted fashion. Some terms with scary themes are an example of this; namely, disreality and horror. Make sure to use filters so my posts are safe for you to view, in case you are easily paranoid.

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UTMOST IMPORTANCE ≈ Posts that I consider to have heightened relevance. I often struggle with what things i should or shouldn't tag with this, so please be aware of that if you see something that YOU don't consider should be tagged with it. I am more than glad to receive outside thoughts for this, so long as they are politely given. This ranges from important information, educative posts, time sensitive things and much more.

UNSORTED TRINKETS ≈ Anything that doesn't exactly fit into other tags or that I otherwise don't know how to tag (or don't have a tag for it) will be tagged with this. I also had a time whrre I used this heavily for all posts on reflex, so please excuse if your prior posts had this while fitting nicely into other tags.

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Thank you for reading, as usual. This took me some time to make, make sure to take your time if reading this. Go get some water and some snacks. Have a good one.

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[carolinanadeau]

This is a bit of a long story, but I promise all of the lengthy exposition is necessary to properly deliver the ending. This is the story of how, with no human intervention at all, technology played an elaborate prank on me.

So, today, I looked up a website on my work laptop in incognito mode, and something happened that I've never seen before - it was blocked for adult content by something called Sophos.

The website I tried to access is an extremely innocuous and obscure website that sells dolls (I am a doll collector), and absolutely no one could ever accuse it of containing even the tiniest hint of adult content. So even though I know I can defend myself against that accusation with ease, it's still an potential record of me doing something blatantly unrelated to work, and I start to freak out, wondering if the bosses will be alerted, if all my browsing history is perhaps being relayed to them. I need to know more about these Sophos.

As I frantically Google to find out if I could be in trouble, some of my worst fears are confirmed. This software doesn't track all of your browsing history, but it logs the incident if you attempt to access something blocked, and all of these events are viewable from a central database.

Now, I'm no angel when it comes to not screwing around on company time. Admitting to this doesn't paint me in a very good light, but I imagine not many people can afford to throw stones about this particular vice. In incognito windows on this work laptop, I've browsed Reddit and Tumblr, I've read stories on AO3, I've worked on my sometimes-NSFW fanfic. I'm a loser with a poor attention span, what do you want me to say? As long as my work gets done it's not the worst thing in the world.

So in addition to the fear for my good standing as an employee, I start to feel sick. What could the information contained in this software reveal? It could expose me as a serial timewaster - enough to get me reprimanded on its own, or worse - but it could also rub a lot of salt into that wound by revealing my very embarrassing niche interests to my bosses, making me look perverted in some way, or even the near-fatal humiliation of leading them to discover my fanfic somehow!!!

When I am able to find the Sophos application and open it, it's not as bad as it could be - there's no AO3 on there, no Tumblr or Reddit or Google Docs, nothing but the doll website that seems to relate to my personal interests - but it certainly doesn't look good. I scroll through the "event" log, and it's not just my attempt to access the doll website that is in there, but 18 events, and they all have my name attached! The bosses are going to see all of this! A large amount of them seem to point to Google Translate. Weird and unsettling but... doesn't necessarily sound like something bad if the bosses were to see it. But there is one event that sounds terrible, and it shows up repeatedly.

Apparently I tried to access something on "tse2.bing.explicit.net". That sounds damning. And when I look up that domain to find out what it means, my suspicions are confirmed. While there are certainly far worse domains that could show up in the incident log, this is undeniably bad.

I try to think this through. I've never deliberately used Bing for anything - not only that, but some of the logged access attempts included a day when I called out sick, a time 2 hours before my shift, and a time 90 minutes after my shift. If I ever got confronted about this, I could easily prove it wasn't really me. Whatever this is, it's not my fault. But just the same, it looks very bad.

(I even start to develop paranoid thoughts - were the events that occurred when I wasn't in the office somehow logged from my home laptop? Am I being spied on through my work Gmail account or something? No, of course, that makes no sense. Unless...)

I sit outside on my break, texting with my long-distance best friend just to vent about the horrible situation I'm in, feeling vaguely ill. Oh my god, should I just quit my job right now before having to face this humiliation? Should I just throw myself in the river?

One thing is for sure - I have to know what I'm up against. I have to know what this URL leads to when typed in, whether it's something that I actually did access myself, whether it could humiliate me utterly or whether I could say with confidence, "that wasn't me!" when I'm inevitably called to trial.

So when I go back to my desk, I sit and painstakingly type in the full URL to my phone browser, a long, long string of numbers and letters, because there is no way to copy and paste the text from the Sophos app. The first time I click "go", holding my breath... I get an error. I look over the string carefully like I'm doing my taxes, fix a missing digit... and get a different error.

I check each and every number and letter one by one, even making sure the cases match in case that makes a difference. Finally, after several minutes of trying, I get it exactly right.

And, dear reader, when the image loads, do you know what "explicit" image appears on my screen?

[smogshadowseth]

Oh AIs, how controversial you are...

It's been a long time since I've used that account. If you were one of the few ppl who folowed me back when I was commenting on DiTF and reblogging artists's works, I'm sur seeing this in your feed and wondering when the heck you subscribed to me will be your first reaction XD.

But I digress. I've decided to try my hand at manga/anime style illustrations and needed a place to post the content I'll produce going forward, and so, I came back on Tumblr.

However, I need to adress someting very important first, and in a public manner, so I can reference it later when the inevitable instances of shitstorm and angry ppl will apear due to my way of engaging with art.

'Cause you see, I want to use, partly at least... AI.

Yes, I am fully aware of what the companies behind the biggest Generative AI models did to the art community: scrapping their work online and using it to train models for commercial use whithout consent, credit and appropriate monetary compensation. And I'll make myself clear: I 100% support artists wanting to get their work out of those models training data and/or be fully compensated. I am NOT one of those idiots laughing at artists online for being "obsolette" and "too exepensive" and do NOT wish to see them disapear. Heck, I'm even aspiring to become one myself right now.

However, it seems clear to me, given the evolution of those generative AIs, that they will become, sooner or later, a tool that artists will have to use to stay competitive. To refuse to learn to use them today is to put oneself at a huge disadvantage tomorow, even more so in an environnement were work is getting scarcier due to said AIs.

So I wanted first and foremost to be very clear on this subject, wich is done. Again, shithead CEOs screwing over artists need to be held acountable, to credit and pay artists and respect their will to be or not be in their training data (and PAY THEM for it). But technology and its constant evolving pace being what it is, I do not intent to cut myself of such a tool despite the controversy.

[hqsenvs3000w24]

Technical Difficulties

Hey everyone,

This is my first time using tumblr and I've already screwed it up. I accidentally made a second account and thought it was my main one and I could go on and on about how disastrously it would have turned out if I had continued on.

I apologize to those of you who responded to my initial post on that secondary blog, but I copied all of your lovely comments before I was sadly forced to delete it and am going to respond to them below as well as tag you so the professor knows you contributed to my post!

Again, very sorry for any inconveniences this may have caused any of you and I appreciate that even though I'm in my 20s and young and should know how to use technology, I do not :/