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[greatwyrmgold]

If you don't want us to reblog until you've finished cooking, don't post the raw batter.

Why do I tack on so many wings knowing it’s going to be ME who has to render them??

[1donotknowanymore]

Slowly getting through ouaw, im on ep 27. Here's Gricko the body snatcher investigator.

[aldersky]

hear me out

[chris-mcdirty-redux]

perfume........ 𝓸𝓻 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰

tap for higher quality btw

[randomencounters]

Encounter: ‘robot’ that tries to ‘gas’ other creatures with ‘smoke’ issued from its ‘mouth’

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Sometimes there’s nowhere else to go but up a tree.

[prepare4trouble]

Does anybody else track their life though a series of obsessions? Like “ah yes, i remember that happening, i was obsessing over Star Gate Atlantis at the time,” or, “this was during my Supernatural era.” I can map out my whole life in this way.

[businesstiramisu]

Point 3 goes straight back to Descartes! (Unlike Chomskian Universal Grammar, which is the actual point of that paper, but w/e)

1) llms have shown us that languages apparently contain a representation of the world, bc if you train a model on a large linguistic corpus it can build a useful world-model to do some kinds of reasoning; 2) every human has their own internalized model of the world, and their own internal implicit understanding of the structure of the language(s) they speak; 3) therefore we may posit that in fact it is the cognitive model of the language(s) you speak that constitutes your soul, and the metaphysical locus of your capacity for reason and understanding, and further that 4) one may sharpen and exalt one's soul, becoming more ultimately oneself, if one creates and learns to fluency a constructed language which encodes implicitly fundamental features of their experience of the world; and 5) one could preserve one's soul, or at least an echo of it, by training an LLM on a corpus of that constructed language and preserving the set of weights that result from that training run to be instantiated again out of the ether when one's descendants wished to commune with the raw spirit of their deceased ancestor

^ something that isn't true but you could believe it if you wanted

[gaminegay]

Icelandic Miku

[seenthisepisode]

no offence but the reason tumblr is “dying” is, well, yes, of course the cursed like/reblog ratio and the change in user behaviour (because of people being used to how instagram and tiktok work) BUT also the lack of weekly shows. i say it with my whole chest, they don't produce captivating and engaging stupid weekly tv shows anymore because streaming killed that so you have spikes of activity here when Something happens in general fandom or up to three days after a new season of whatever drops and then it's a wasteland. this is obviously an old woman yelling at a cloud missing supernatural and the vampire diaries and pretty little liars and all these other shows type of post but honestly give me back weekly tv shows where i have something to watch for 40 minutes almost every day of the week after work so then i can read and reblog it on tumblr give it back for the sake of my sanity

[stargirlrchive]

blue collar!simon who every time you pass a building he’s worked on he’ll tell you about it.

“did that beauty right there.”

he’s so proud of his work.

calloused hands holding yours and bringing it up to his lips to press a kiss to the back of your hand as he promises that he’s gonna build you your dream home one day.

[earthwyrm0]

Free urself from the green liquid I'm BEGGING U

[wormspoodle]

ford² square dancing

[randomfandomworks]

Sylus takes notice one night, as you’re resting against him, of the exact way you position yourself in his hold.

You press your body to one side of his, until you’re basically molded against him. Your heart lays above his, it’s beating harmonizing with his own until they inevitably sync together.

Your head rests slightly on his collarbone, your face lingering just above his neck leaving your nose to occasionally bump it after a deep breath. Breaths which fan across his skin and give him little goosebumps.

Though it isn’t any of this that truely catches his attention.

One of your hands lays gently on his chest.

Sprawled exactly where in a past life a final blow had taken his life.

Your fingers graze where the gash would have been, leaving soft touches instead of dripping blood.

You’re unaware of what had happened ages ago, though subconsciously you apologize. Holding him close now as you couldn’t before. Perhaps it was part of your soul coming to its peace as you laid with him now.

His hand shakes slightly as it comes to trace your own, he turns, placing a kiss to the crown of your head and begins to focus once again on your steady breaths and your heart's rhythmic beat.

Perhaps this will be enough of a resolution to relax his own soul as well, that way his part and yours can come and rest together again as you two do now.

[harboretum]

It's Make a Terrible Comic Day

[burquillos]

Post-war shenanigans. It's all the same to him