Here’s a thought.
What if ao3 did that thing where you could put white text in. Yknow. To fuck with scrapers? I know that isn’t much but mannnn would it be funny to write some absolute gibberish in the margins and literally poison their data instead of making fics inaccessible to people who want to view them privately as guests, or who can’t make an account.
You wanna steal the way I write? Ok. Here’s some absolute hogwash to for you to enjoy! Or maybe we just start posting pictures of the fic content on the archive from whatever writing platform you use. Maybe fuck with art-generating ai while we’re at it.
Imagine. You ask for it to generate a picture of text on a page and it spits out an image of an open book with the most filthy nonsensical BDSM fic’s text written on the pages.
Or we could write absolute nonsense fics out of spite to fuck up their data even more. How’d you’d like that, you data-hoarding cretins? Wanna steal my fic data? You’ll have to pick out which ones are worth it. And there are millions :).
Edit:
Also, bold of these fuckers to assume that a machine can think up anything insaner than a human can. And to somehow do it better. Like, bitch please. Humans have been writing stories and porn and fanfic for like, ever. It’s literally our thing. You’re gonna have to keep pace with us, rust bucket.
We await the return
He’s thawing…
“I LIKED HIM EVEN BEFORE YOU ALL KNEW WHAT HE COULD BE!”
i strongly believe phoenix wright has been called a dilf at LEAST once. i also strongly believe he is extremely proud of this title
for my narumitsu enjoyers, miles edgeworth being deeply troubled at:
1. the existence of such a term and
2. the fact he was technically the original phoenix wright dilf truther without even realising
Want want want want want
Book Stack Earrings // Elli Creates
I swear to you, people in the college classes I’ve partaken in seem to think that the only reason things get done is capitalism. They think that people wouldn’t get bored and make art, invent, and solve problems on their own because they want to and have nothing better to do.
I started learning how to draw when I was like nine, and I still do, and none of it has made me a damn dime. Capitalism ain’t do shit about that.
Can you get me antacids please? My acid reflux is kicking my ass
My shopping cart rn: twizzler nibs, nerds clusters, barkleys cinnamon pastilles, retinol
Question for yall:
Is 6,662 words too long for a second chapter?
The first was only like, 3,879 now that I’m looking at it.
Should I wrap this one up and post it, or break it in half or something????
I’m remembering why I avoided writing fanfics now. It’s because I am like Oscar fucking Wilde and I don’t know how to stop once the flood gates open.
I need advice. Help.
I did a bit of looking up to check your theories. Yes. The lips are the nectary. Those red bits with yellow at the end are most likely stamens, with pollen. You can see some dispersed pollen granules dusted about if you really take a moment too, though yes the stamens are dying back in this photo.
That does look to be a gynoecium. It was also called a cup or a cyathia.
Flowers are in fact, fucking weird.
I say this from personal experience, but just because there’s an entirely male flower doesn’t mean the female flower is incapable of also having stamens. It be like that.
Yes it does appear that different parts emerge at different times, as the style isn’t even in present in one photo but the stamens have already fully emerged.
I knew poinsettias "faked" having big flowers by just turning some leaves red but I didn't know the real tiny flowers in the middle looked like such idiots
One day this is going to be applied to like, a meteor about to collide with the sun or something, and people will somehow make an act of doomsday into a love poem about a doomed romance wherein both parties inevitably collide and their lives literally crumble as a result of their union. A union of death and utter destruction and one that is inevitable in that its temptation is too great to bear.
Humans can romanticize anything. And not like the fear of nature romanticism. We just want everything to kiss, I think.
well have you considered that maybe the unstoppable force is in love with the immovable object
I’m feral because I can’t achieve my dreams in love and I’m ok with that because it’s my fault. I’m an introvert to the max babes
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