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A good rule of thumb for AI is "would you trust a trained pigeon to do this?"

"We trained a pigeon to recognise cancerous cell clusters and somehow they're really good at it" okay great, that's something that could plausibly be a thing.

"We trained a pigeon to recognise good CV:s and left it in charge of sorting through all our job applications" uh perhaps consider not doing that.

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narrator who's terrible at social cues & describes every facial expression as "unreadable"

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Éowyn, disguised as Dernhelm, among the Riders of Rohan ⚔️

Based on Eugéne Grasset’s “Jeanne chevauchant au milieu des hommes d’armes” (1894)

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when the writers block hits halfway through a fic oughhhhhhh

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chapter threeeeee let’s go, wrote the entire thing in sleep deprived six hour drive roadtrip-induced state.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65990611/chapters/170029696

Planting Seeds

Fandom: Citizen Sleeper

Rating: Teen & Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Lem/Sleeper

Characters: Sleeper (Citizen Sleeper), Lem (Citizen Sleeper), Mina (Citizen Sleeper)

Additional Tags: Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Mutual Pining, Minor Chronic Pain, HEAVY spoilers, you have been warned, Post-Canon, Warmth & Light Ending, Three-Body Problem Ending, maybe some emotional hurt/comfort but mostly happy, or at least bittersweet

Chapter: 1/3

Summary:

“Welcome to the Founder’s Gap Ferry. Please remain seated with a belt at all times, and refrain from engaging in any deliberately disruptive behaviors. In the event of an emergency, the ferry will…”

You tune out and wait for the automated voice to start talking about the time of arrival. Glancing over at Lem, you find he’s already looking at you- your eyes dart away just as quickly, face warm, but not before catching the small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. You click your seatbelt into the lock and grip the arms of your seat, waiting.

“We hope you enjoy your trip.”

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Lem and Mina join Sleeper on one of their regular visits to the Greenway. They find comfort in company, and share a recent secret.

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went to an elementaryschool musical production and they started the show with the director saying: "Now there's some very small viewers here today, so just so you know. There will be a scary character later in the show. This is her," and a girl in a kinda scary ghost outfit did a creepy walk across the stage, then stood up straight and did a cheery wave, "but remember, it's just Nina. She's pretending to be scary."

Aaaand i would very much like for horror movies to have that as a little bonus feature you can chose. Let me start a movie with Guillermo del Toro showing me a scary ghost that might jump at me, but don't worry, thats just Doug!

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when you can’t help but feel bad for the guy who tried to kill you ‘cause when it comes down to the wire you both have the same enemy

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Just a dandy boy 🌻

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public apology to my brother whom i ask until they relent to read all my fics seconds after posting them. unwilling beta reader

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Carving Through the Dark

Chapter: 9/?

Fandom: Citizen Sleeper

Pairing: Lem/Sleeper

Total Words: 29,175

It's date night!!!!!!!!!!!

Chapter preview under the cut:

Well it took a bit of convincing, maybe even some shameless begging, but I finally managed to wrangle Esther into sitting for us again. Turns out Mina wasn’t a fan of the temporary sitter I got to replace Sleeper. And while nobody can compare to Sleeper in Mina’s eyes, Esther’s still someone stable in her life. That’s not something I’d easily give up. I pay upfront now of course, an expected contingency after having let Esther down so many times. 

“It’s nothing personal,” Esther says in the doorway of my unit. I finish counting out payment and place the chits in her outstretched hand.

“I know.” I shoulder my work bag with a polite nod. “I appreciate the second chance. So does Mina.”

Esther’s eyes crinkle with a pitying smile and after pocketing the chits she reaches up to pull her long, graying hair into a low ponytail. She glances inside past me and that familiar shame bubbles up. The unit feels smaller and more worn every time someone looks at it, even if they’ve been here before.

“You’re a good, young man, Lem,” Esther offers in that doting, matriarchal tone that led me to hire her in the first place. As I step aside to let her in, Mina, who’s been curled up in the living room all morning, finally looks up from the masterpiece she’s been drawing on her slate.

“Good morning, little one,” Esther says in her usual calm rasp. “Looks like we’re spending the cycle together.”

Mina, the one bright spot of color amongst her otherwise drab surroundings, grins at Esther from the couch but doesn’t hop up to greet her the way she does whenever Sleeper arrives. Instead, she directs her attention to me after a moment.

“Ask Robot, okay?” she says, reminding me of a promise I made at her request last night.

“I will. I’m sure they’ll be thrilled to visit again soon.” With that, I bid them both goodbye and hit the walkway.

Continue reading on ao3...

Tag list: @impossiblehandscroissantali-blog

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Ay, I made these two illustration for a riso workshop last week, it was absolutely awesome !!! (shoutout to dear @jeananasartblog who motivated me to tag along - the print she made during the workshop is RAD AS HELL🔥)

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“Manic pixy dream girl” Son & and his “type-A bipolar wine mom” Dad

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There's a version of the "don't go grocery shopping while hungry" rule specifically for writers where you should never under any circumstances be allowed to touch your draft within 3 hours of reading a really good story. Because sometimes when you read something great your head goes "fuck this is so much better than my stuff I should make that more like THIS instead!" Look at me. That's the devil talking and you should close the document NOW.

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like. in Lolita and how it works so masterfully; we spend 300 pages reading about a guy trying to justify his horrific behavior by calling it “forbidden love”. unreliable as hell, especially if readers don’t question him (“tragic love story” my ass). the flowery language and constant defense of predatory actions normalizes said actions, which was Nabokov’s whole point.

Call Me By Your Name, however, is seen from Elio’s point of view. we have to add a bit of context to this one because of the social perception surrounding gay men in the 80’s, and likely how difficult is was to find relationships that were both requited and healthy, and secret. it becomes very clear throughout the film that Oliver is using Elio; and Elio, being young and in the closet and scared, sees his first “summer romance” through a pair of rose colored glasses (especially when looked at through the color grading of the film; sickly sweet, vibrant, beautiful). but he can’t tell anyone about his stress, because then he’d have to tell them he’s gay. he can’t refuse Oliver, or their relationship might end. he insists his choices are his, but they’re all made around fear; true consent isn’t possible under those circumstances. let alone the fact he’s 17.

I’ve seen this film regarded as a great romance so many times and it irks me. it’s a masterful movie and excellently acted, but I can’t help but get the ick every time i hear someone idealize it. so yeah welcome to my barely comprehensible ted talk—

this may be a hot take but i personally feel that Call Me By Your Name is seen as a romance movie in the same way Lolita is seen as a romance novel

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this may be a hot take but i personally feel that Call Me By Your Name is seen as a romance movie in the same way Lolita is seen as a romance novel

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chapter 2 is up!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65990611/chapters/170029696

Planting Seeds

Fandom: Citizen Sleeper

Rating: Teen & Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Lem/Sleeper

Characters: Sleeper (Citizen Sleeper), Lem (Citizen Sleeper), Mina (Citizen Sleeper)

Additional Tags: Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Mutual Pining, Minor Chronic Pain, HEAVY spoilers, you have been warned, Post-Canon, Warmth & Light Ending, Three-Body Problem Ending, maybe some emotional hurt/comfort but mostly happy, or at least bittersweet

Chapter: 1/3

Summary:

“Welcome to the Founder’s Gap Ferry. Please remain seated with a belt at all times, and refrain from engaging in any deliberately disruptive behaviors. In the event of an emergency, the ferry will…”

You tune out and wait for the automated voice to start talking about the time of arrival. Glancing over at Lem, you find he’s already looking at you- your eyes dart away just as quickly, face warm, but not before catching the small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. You click your seatbelt into the lock and grip the arms of your seat, waiting.

“We hope you enjoy your trip.”

______

Lem and Mina join Sleeper on one of their regular visits to the Greenway. They find comfort in company, and share a recent secret.

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It's mechanical arm talk o'clock. I think they would have a fair amount to discuss in their downtime about maintenance routines and repair, as well as any interesting functions they get from weird tech add-ons!