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is he…… you know��.. [imitates crab claws]……. from Maryland?

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AI industry groups are urging an appeals court to block what they say is the largest copyright class action ever certified. They’ve warned that a single lawsuit raised by three authors over Anthropic’s AI training now threatens to “financially ruin” the entire AI industry if up to 7 million claimants end up joining the litigation and forcing a settlement.

well…darn

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Phillias should have been allowed to stab Trazyn. Just once. Just a little. As a treat.

I think Executioners should be allowed to stab more nobles generally

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characters raised to be tools

Weapons. Trained, tested, forged in steel and fire. Failure is an inevitability that ends in death. Pain should not be felt--it should be recognized, familiar, and inconsequential

Martyrs. In the form of servants and princes, of leaders and underdogs. If blood is necessary, the martyr will lift their hands and offer it all

Shields. Like tempering a sword, but only to bear and not to lash out. Wounds are medals--not symbols of pride, but symbols of worth. A pretty shield is useless; scars mean a job well done

Experiments. Raised on the cold comfort of a lab table. Restraints are only necessary when they're not in their right mind. Is it honorable, to be twisted beyond recognition? Or is it just a necessary evil?

Monsters. Cruelty, caution, and regarding one as a creature beyond reasonable thought is tempering in its own right. But if you keep a leash at the right length, perhaps the massecre won't reach you. One can hope.

Idols. Pretty face, pretty name, pretty hands around their shoulders and throat. There to seduce, manipulate, force any feeling to come to the surface and twist it to their favor. Any genuinity stays locked behind the guilded cage that surrounds their pretty little heart

Trophies. Status and wealth and the traditions that keep someone at their heels, on their knees, to display and serve and decorate one's ballroom.

Sacrifices. Drenched in honorable clothes, prepared and adored and cleansed. The gift of hope at the cost of one's life. Is it taken with no fight? How can you escape the ropes you were born in?

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Since it could happen any day now, I'm just going to say it.

If Tumblr asks me for ID verification, I will probably just not sign in again.

I love you guys, I will miss you, and I don't want you to think anything bad has happened to me if I disappear off here.

But it's a tall order to ask me to attach my real ID documents to a social media site that might not have the means to keep my information private and safe.

You can find me... nowhere, because everywhere else will have the exact same problem. If it happens I will just... not have an online presence any more.

Maybe it won't happen. I hope it doesn't. But I'm putting this here just in case.

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I can’t stop thinking about crocodiles for some reason so here’s some cool pictures I found of probably the second largest one in captivity, his name is Utan:

isn’t he beautiful

listen to the SOUND when he bites

and that’s not even a real power bite, that’s mostly just heavy bone falling on heavy bone from his jaws and the air rushing out from between them

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You can't prove a thing.

People are so stupid about snakes. If there's a little black racer chilling outside just leave it alone, you don't have to kill it, it's probably dealing with all your pests for you, jesus christ

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So, we lived in a house in the woods (yes, this makes it extra stupid that my father had beef with a copperhead- HE LITERALLY LIVES HERE. THIS IS IS HOUSE.). The fence was a later addition, and blocked off the usable "yard" (literally mostly mile-a-minute. that yard was not a place of honor. no grass grew there.) from the Gulch.

The Gulch was what happens when you are in an area prone to flooding and you have a grass (or "grass") yard, with very little to prevent erosion, on an incline. It was a carved-out ditch down to the rocks beneath the soil, and actually had ended up somewhat under the base ground level of the woods on the other side. The only thing preventing further erosion on the houseward side were some utterly stubborn wild raspberry brambles which refused to die. You could- and someone did -break your arm falling into the Gulch.

So you understand why I have some concerns for the poor copperhead I threw over the fence!

People are so stupid about snakes. If there's a little black racer chilling outside just leave it alone, you don't have to kill it, it's probably dealing with all your pests for you, jesus christ

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i need to be wrapped in large burning red hot chains around my upper and lower torso respectively and then pulled apart by them.

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I was lucky enough to have them hatch right on my window

Good luck, babies!

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Okay, I'm going to need to draw a diagram, because you and a lot of other people are assuming this was like, one yard into another and I cannot emphasize enough that for this snake's health and safety I launched him into a 10ft+ drop full of sharp rocks and brambles known as The Gulch.

People are so stupid about snakes. If there's a little black racer chilling outside just leave it alone, you don't have to kill it, it's probably dealing with all your pests for you, jesus christ

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all hail Scarab 10482

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all hail Scarab 10482

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Chaos necrons!

Trazyn for sure thought of himself being quite cunning and smart, as a proper Tzeentchee, but he's obviously Slaaneshi cus he's Nihilakh and all that stuff. Clearly he has a taste in pleasures

Orikan on the other hand looks and sounds like a straight up Slaaneshi guy (at least in my ungodly fanon) but he's is actually hella smart! He's definitely a Tzeentchee guy

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Slaanesh lord Trazyn and his guard pets

Also don't miss it - I opened commissions!!

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Cawl was thrilled that Trazyn offered himself up for study so he could further his understanding of necron tech - however he quickly regretted it because Trazyn wont shut the fuck up

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I was, uh, thinking about Slaaneshi Lord Trazyn (again, because he lives in my brain rent free) and this conversation between him and Tzeentchian Orikan will not leave my thoughts so I'm throwing it at you "That one will be another fine addition to my collection." "You mean your harem?" "You don't have to sound so jealous, my dear colleague. I still have a space saved for you, you know."

(slightly unrelated, but consider: Chaos Undivided Executioner Phillias)

Oh my. Thank you for throwing your thoughts into me!! I loved that idea SO much, that's definitely their dynamic >:D

(Also YES I love the idea of Chaos executioner Phillias, that needs to be created some time, that's perfect)