Nothing Funnier To Me Than When AI Does Math Wrong. Like I Get Why It Happens, It's A Language Model

how are you going to sit on your twitter and INSIST that there has to be some kind of victim some kind of person harmed traumatized victimized because there cant be any way that this ONE GUY didnt groom abuse or sext a child. how is it that there is not a single world these people can imagine where dream isnt a predator preying on innocent fans. you would think after hearing and seeing "no, i didnt, and heres the proof" youd breathe a sigh of relief knowing that at the very least one person in this world escaped something so horribly negatively life altering and traumatic. but no, surely not, surely someone had to suffer at the hands of this guy i hate ! ! because if not then what did i do all this tweeting for ! ! ! ! ! !

I think the only person I've met in real life with 100% career satisfaction was this gal I knew who was a presenter at a children's science museum and delivered every line like she was running a WWE match. Every time you passed the room where she was giving a presentation, you'd hear something like "WHO'S READY FOR CEPHALOPODS?!?" and the kids would go absolutely nuts cheering.

inside me there are two lungs. and one liver. one stomach. a few meters of intestine. there's a lot inside me actually

see the THING IS I don't feel like I ever worked hard enough to have "earned" the burnout, which is. probably how we got here.

Hello tumblr friends have some undercooked food

It is 4am i have to get up at 6 i am so sleep deprived. Anyway hi lovelies some time no see, have this crappy drunz doodle i might or (more likely) might not turn into something actually decent later

(Pookie made me do it this is very un-serious <3)

Y'know, cc!Dream would totally use Techno's chat against him.

Like he's being teased a bunch, and he has no more comebacks.

What does he do??

Oh, it's quite simple. UwU

He just has to say one vowel! :D

"E"

And it's over for Techno, he's down for the count!!! >:D

Techno: bruhhhhhhhh

Here's a few strange habits of mine that i think/have been told are c!dream reminiscent; feel free to include any in ur own head canons if you feel they fit ; v ;

Climbing trees!

Pesifically as high as i can get without the branches giving up on me, i used to do it just to prove i could catch myself when i was younger. Now i just like to sit in the tree tops, it makes me feel powerful for whatever reason. (was raised by cats so that might explain, same with perching on high surfaces in general)

Sleeping in odd places!

Like i physically can't fall asleep unless i am wedged between at lest two things. Always in small or hard to get to places, bonus points if i can camouflage myself. (Master of hide and go seek, i have won several times by straight up passing out in a physically implausible place)

Laying under bushes..

Strangest way i comfort myself is by finding a dark corner of the yard and just chilling in the moss. I call it corpse time, sounds mental but pretending like I'm rotting in the woods makes me feel useful somehow. (Got over my fear of bugs by doing this often when i was a kid)

Keeping a physical book on people...

(They know i do this and are okay w it btw)

Memory issues kick my ass but one way i circumvent this is by having a little notebook where i basically have a character page on all of my friends. I do this so i don't end up with a twisted perception of my favorite people, also to note down all the things they like because my love language is presenting offerings. (Started doing this after gaslighting myself one too many times, i note things down pretty clinically so i can assess people by their actions)

c!dream can't read maps. he doesn't understand a lot of big words. politics flies over his head and he tries his best to follow, but the gap in knowledge is evident in every step of the way.

he quotes the lion king at his best friend. he names his beloved horse after a dreamworks character. he sings a mickey mouse clubhouse song when he sees the hot dog van.

c!dream likes flowers, and he loved his parrot. he thinks nudity is funny, and he wants people to think he's cool. he isn't cool: he stumbles over his words, he gets talked over, he doesn't stand up for himself when others put words in his mouth because he knows nobody ever listens.

he named his crossbow a dick joke, then all his tools and armor an edgy version of his name. he built a big scary evil lair — on c!techno's lawn, and then another, for some convoluted, nonsensical plan based entirely on this childish need for things to go back to how they used to be.

he's just a guy. he's 22 years old and he wants nothing more than for everyone else to think he's mature and powerful and great. he's none of that. he's just a young man doing terrible things to others and himself because he's clinging to an idealized past that he will never get back.

text from my coworker

green eyes [½]