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I had a friend who didn't want to watch Vengeance Most Fowl because he thought it "used AI" then after some pontificating he looked the film up and came to the conclusion that he must have made some mistake...

... And when you actually watch the film you can see how this particular game of accidental telephone might have occurred, given the themes and all. So, you know, there's a lesson there vis a vis verifying stuff.

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RAMY | S02E06 | they

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🐬🌈💦✨

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Doing kinky stuff while my joints are popping like rice crispies

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Making this post again but on a new account. I don’t care about cis women’s feelings related to gender neutral language in medical care. Trans men not dying from being refused medical care is more important.

Medical insurance will try to use any reasoning possible to try to deny people coverage, and removing gendered terms when discussing and classifying care makes it harder for them to deny life saving treatment for trans people.

I’m sorry you get all pissy about the terms people who can get pregnant, people with a uterus, people with breasts, and pregnant people. But you need to grow up and stop getting your fee fees hurt by terms that make it easier for others to access life saving care.

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Inspired by recent discussions of an Actual Play.

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okay, but it's almost funny to see Steve Blackman blabbering about Five needing a love story, when it would have taken him all of 5 minutes and a quick scroll through his tumblr tag to realize that all Five's fans ever wanted was for him to get a genuine hug and a thank you from his siblings for saving their sorry asses again and again. it's literally all we wanted.

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can't believe Bidenstar stepped down as leader of Americaclan

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There is a profound loneliness to the human condition. The sisyphean task of making oneself be known. The futility of it, because one can never be truly, completely known.

My friends know my taste in men and my favourite flower and my favourite bands. My roommate knows how I take my coffee and that I don't like secrets.

But.

I know what food allergies my friend has, but I hadn't known she harbors lots of quiet anger inside. Many of my loved ones, who know all about my childhood trauma don't know I sometimes cringe when I hear a particular accent, because it reminds me of a terrible date.

Any thought, any aspect of our identity we want to be known, we need to share first. And sometimes that's hard. Because voicing it makes it real. Because if we tell another person, then they will know and could judge us. Because some things we want to keep to ourselves.

People will not know what we do not share. There is a certain freedom in that, I suppose. But what if sometimes I just want someone to look me in the eye and simply... know

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Right, left, left

Left, left, right

But honestly

None of them do catch my sight

'Cause I still think you're a catch

Though you're being such a wretch

What do I still see in you

After all I've seen you do?

Endless chances for the sake

of what could be

If you ever would choose me

I don't really want you gone

I just wish I could move on

Hung up on what you could give

If there wasn't such a rift

Between us

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How can you expect me

To bare my soul

Why should I let you

Know me whole

Let you in

When all you let me see

Is merely your bare skin

Thick and opaque

As a shield, a blockade

My silence mirrors your own

Much like your true nature

Mine too remains unknown

Is that what you believe?

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You've always been so forward

But lately all I'm getting

Is mixed signals

You touch my body eagerly

And then play it off as a joke

You say you enjoy your time with me

And then won't respond all day

You test that thing that you told me about

That you want your partners to be capable of

And mention that it's good to know that I am

And that gives me hope

'Cause maybe you want to move this along

So why do I feel

Like it's about to end

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I miss the early days

When you made sure I knew you cared

And I felt wanted

I miss the way I used to be your priority

I miss the way you'd ask me questions about myself

That I didn't have the answer to, because they never occurred to me

I don't know what went wrong

I don't know what has changed

Or when. Or why

But when I see you pay more attention to my friends

Something inside of me

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