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when someone bookmarks a fic with their favorite quote you wrote

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: KPop Demon Hunters (2025) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Summary:

AU where Rumi's final song isn't strong enough to stop Gwi-Ma, but it is strong enough to save the other HUNTR/X girls.

In the ruins of the world, Jinu goes to Gwi-Ma to collect his reward.

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He gripped one of the golden bars of her cage. “You don’t deserve this,” he whispered to her.

He searched her face for a sign of a smile, for any sort of comfort. But her eyes were dead, her gaze hollow.

“We deserve worse,” she said.

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I feel like calling each work of art I make a "piece" of art makes sense, because what is art but self-expression, and what is each work but another piece of myself?

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This "seperation is good actually" trend in media from the past decade or so needs to fucking die already, I'm so sick of it. Especially when the original movie was literally about them fighting to reunite/stay together and then the sequel/remake says "nah".

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I just think abt Ranger’s Apprentice all the time

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gosh my good friend jonathan harker is so excited for his upcoming trip starting on the 3rd of May I sure do hope he has a great time and that nothing bad happens to him

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DEATH IS A ONE WAY STREET BUT THAT DIDN'T STOP ME FROM COMMITTING ONE HELL OF A TRAFFIC VIOLATION

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imagine dealing w an international crisis involving precious artifacts and someone is like ‘don’t worry I know a guy’ and it’s a dorky connecticut college professor named henry who slips into his slutsona and suddenly he’s capable of saving the world w the power of his whip & fedora

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"Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends."

— John 15:13 (KJV)

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idk, I'm so fed up with Al that I had to get it off my chest...

I hate Al, I hate stupid prompted images that flood every space. I hate Al popping up every time I open anything on the internet. I hate people who pretend that prompting is such a skill and so much work but are scared to actually disclose they used Al for their stupid images and text. What are you scared of? I hate people who think writing "make me a ..." makes them a creator of anything. I hate people who think generative Al is an improvement and innovation. It's not! The fact that something is new doesn't make it good! Do you know viruses? There's always a new one at the corner.

Can't you see it? It makes you dumber with every use. Your creative skills decline with every command you give to a machine. Your communication skills deteriorate every time Al writes an email for you or you talk to your virtual girlfriend. Your ability to decide about yourself shrinks every time you ask a machine what to do, what to buy, what to say. Your critical thinking vanishes (well, assuming you even had any to begin with) whenever you ask "grok, is it true?". Whenever a computer does homework for you, whenever it writes an essay for school (which you won't even proofread) or spits a picture you were supposed to make yourself for a class, you become more stupid and less skilled. It won't make you into a good writer or artist just as watching work out videos won't give you muscles.

And you mock people who don't want their brains to rot, who maintain their values, who don't want to destroy their integrity and planet, who improve their talent and skills and spend their time actually thinking and learning stuff.

You can't even see how big corporations fuck you hard and slow every time you pay them to improve their Al monster, dangling colourful pictures before your eyes like a cat toy, cackling seeing your pupils blow wide. They promise you money and lure you with a vision of fame that those pathetic, broke artists will never see in their worthless lives. But you will. You'll have it all! Just feed their wallets with your money and databases with yourself and turn off your brain. You really think you'll have money and fame? Who will ever see your pretty pictures under millions of other pretty pictures? Who will read your book, when John Pickle published 30 only yesterday using Al? Who will watch your great movie when someone else has already made one with their own face and now they're kissing their favourite actor in space in a ship with too many details? Well, at least you can use someone else's voice to scam their family. If you get caught by the police you'll have your two minutes of fame before the Al erection supplement commercial rolls in :)

Al is here to stay! Yeah, like the putrid smell of your rotten brains.

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tumblr media criticism

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Oh damn the Catholics have joined in on the war against AI "art".

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I know this is going to make me sound pretensions but I have to get it off my chest. I feel an unimaginable rage when someone posts a photo and is like "this picture looks like a renaissance painting lol" when the photo clearly has the lighting, colors and composition of a baroque or romantic painting. There are differences in these styles and those differences are important and labeling every "classical" looking painting as renaissance is annoying and upsetting to me. And anytime I come across one of those posts I have to put down my phone and go take a walk because they make me so mad

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no more brooding, stoic assholes as love interests. from now on i will only accept pathetic, fussy, pretty boys who genuinely collapse if they are not surrounded by enough soft blankets and sweets and are completely smitten with their wife

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I can’t stop thinking about Elijah sitting underneath the juniper tree & asking God to die.  God sent an angel who says, “This journey is too much for you.  Rest & eat.” & Elijah does.  He wakes up still feeling hopeless, & the angel repeats himself.  

It took Elijah longer than he wanted to get better.  Sometimes we want to move but we can’t.  Sometimes the journey is too much.  It is not a sin to understand your limitations.  Start there, get stronger, then get up.

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My fic, I'll Still Love You Anyway, has just reached 27,000 hits on ao3.

It's absolutely humbling. I keep a separate note of comments and bookmarks to save all your comments, and I go back through them whenever I'm feeling like I'm in a dark place.

I didn't know if it would really catch on. It is, after all, a 40k one shot, and I wasn't sure how many people would be down for reading in one sitting. Oftentimes, the page reloads halfway through, and I could see how that would be frustrating. But behold! 27k reads, and the kudos ratio is still better than 10%, which is incredible at this level of viewership. But enough about the numbers: I first wrote this fic when I was feeling lost and alone, and it means so much, so much to me that it has connected and brought comfort to people feeling the same way. One of you said that it "feels like home", and...y'know. Cue the sobbing from me.

Thank you to everyone who has read this fic, and special love to those of you who reread it from time to time, to those who have recommended it to friends and to strangers, and to those who have left me a little note in the comments or bookmarks. You've been a huge comfort to me in my writing journey, and I can't wait to keep telling stories for you.

I've got some updates for Christmas coming soon! Until then, thank you all so much for reading, for commenting, for bookmarking and leaving kudos. From my silent readers to my essayists, I appreciate you all so very much. ❤️