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has to be the greatest idea anyone ever came up with

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Internet User: Your chatbot isn't sentient and relying on it for information is a bad idea, you are being scammed by a techbro grift.

AI Stan: Um machine learning is used for lots of cool purposes? Don't you know machine learning is really good for protein folding??

Internet User: Language models are distinct from the useful scientific applications of machine learning shut the fuck up

A secret third faction: How dare you say there are useful applications of machine learning? Have you not considered that big tech is evil?

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hey. sorry for calling you "my subject" at your family dinner. i'm not sure if i meant it in a princess way or a scientist way but either way it was definitely a sex thing for me

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Gonna get myself a fun little surprise I guess

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♡ The Engagement of the Disgraced Witch and the Cross-Dressing Princess ♡

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#me topping

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[emmy-be]

Okay is there like a way to hide communities from showing up in my feed? I keep being shown posts from teen communities and it's like "I do not want to interact with children on here, please let me remove these posts from my feed" but it doesn't seem to give me a way to block a community on here like I can a subreddit on Reddit

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Okay I voted that I *don't* like being hurt but I think really with both spice and bedroom like a reasonable amount is good but not so much that it goes beyond "tingly" and into "ow ow ow"

So like... Spicy but I can still taste food and like ... Flogging in a nice thuddy way but not people giving me huge bruises or cuts y'know?

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Hey Emily you are a Software Engineer tell me a difference between Methods and Constrictor in Java ?

Gonna be honest I don't work in Java, but generally methods are functions that you call on a given instantiated object like obj.method(whatever) and a constructor is a specific method called when you instantiate a new object like obj = new Whatever()

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Kissing girls right after they've been eating you out for a bit because it's the most reliable way to see what you taste like

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Collars and leashes are such a delight

Just imagine going shopping together, gently tugged along by your owner, the situation so so obvious to everyone we pass by

As I drag you along, browsing the dresses deciding which you'll try on for me, only clipping off the leash when you get changed, the moment you come to show me I immediately clip it on again, and take you for another lap around the store, to see if you like wearing this adorable outfit-

You do, of course, love it.

But I like dragging it out before you admit to it. Its so cute~

And then we leave, my doll's wardrobe a little fuller, and everyone that saw us has a new story to tell- we'll make a town legend out of you yet cutie

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Really is nothing better then shoving a girl up against a wall. The gasp of surprise, the short moment of confusion, the kiss as she's pinned while still standing, and if her knees buckle I'll be holding her up. Any wall can be your cage with my limbs as the bars

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trans lesbians are proof that dick is awesome, men just suck

[emmy-be]

6mg a dayyyy sublingual baby

Reblog if you’re full of estrogen

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It started small. Undergarments taken away for washing were replaced with slightly frillier, slightly less covering undergarments. Strange, but perhaps this was simply a new style. Nobody would see them anyway.

Meals began to be served personally by the head maid, rather than the pair that it was typically assigned to. Occasionally, there was a slight flavor that was ever so off, but the chefs were adamant that the supply of ingredients was the best available, and the head maid even offered to personally test the meals upon delivery. It brought peace of mind, but the taste remained. Eventually, it was easy to get used to it.

The bigger changes were when the young royal started to feel concern. Every morning, the silhouette in the mirror was ever so slightly different, but the changes were adding up. Clearer skin, rounder hips, a chest that looked... fuller?

Many of the maids had started to take notice, though few said anything. But more began to change. Hair no longer styled as it once was. Undergarments that were almost undeniably a woman's. The latter was welcomed, begrudgingly - the head maid pointed out the necessity, now that the young lord's chest was starting to be noticeable through clothing. Occasionally, "my lady" was spoken in error, before being hurriedly corrected with profuse apology.

A maid dress was mixed into the washed garments, one day. At first, the young royal considered calling for the maids. But standing in the mirror, noticing the figure that reflected back, more like a young lady than a prince, curiosity won out.

It fit perfectly, as though it had been tailor made for precisely this purpose. Watching with fascination as the maid in the mirror moved to the lord's command, a hand slipped under the maid's petticoat, and the prince watched with fascination as this woman exposed herself, touched herself for an unseen audience, the image of a perfect maiden except for a reminder between her legs that it was not, in fact, just another of the servants of the manor.

The head maid chose this moment to, for the first time in her career, enter unannounced. Silence filled the room, the absence of girlish moans suddenly processed by the young lord, nowhere to be seen in the mirror.

The door was shut before anything could be said. The maid dress was removed hastily, tossed into a far corner of the room. An indignant speech was prepared for when next the maid was seen, warning her that her career, if not her life itself, was forfeit, were she to speak of this to anyone.

The following morning, the head maid arrived to dress the young royal, and the prepared speech evaporated. A new set of undergarments, more brazenly effeminate than the last, were slid on with less protest than there should have been, and a noblewoman's dress followed. The head maid gathered a number of clothes and left without a word, and the prince did not leave their bedroom that day, nor did another maid ever enter, save for the head maid.

When, in the coming morning, the entirety of the wardrobe had been cleared out and replaced, there was again no protest, and the noble was dressed again in silence. When the head maid wished a good morning to "my lady" on the way out, the princess did not object.