His birthday is on May 3rd, and I will hopefully not forget this year
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On that note, Aki's English is accented and noticeable, which makes him sound unintelligent to people that don't know him, another reason why he doesn't speak a lot
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I know I'm a broken record at this point about how functionally useless editing software has become since AI integration (read: corrections are now being suggested based on user input, not actual grammar rules), but there's nothing quite like a piece of writing software flagging something you've written as an error, and then when you click on it, it can't tell you what the error is.
Just that it thinks something is wrong.
It's like the writing equivalent of the "you better watch out!" meme.
Watch our for what? Nobody knows, but you better watch out!
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at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"
like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.
"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."
... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.
and i'd still keep writing.
i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.
i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley
"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"
and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.
it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.
you create because you're greedy.
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Can't help but sometimes sit here and think about the rainbow above Aziraphale in the Job episode. What rainbow you might ask?
This rainbow silly!
What's that you say? You don't see anything? Computer, enhance.
Still not seeing it? Let me adjust the contrast and saturation here a minute...
There it is. That little rainbow above our angel.
I spend an unnecessary amount of time thinking about him and his rainbow
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Thinking about his verse where is he is married to Sun and his eyesight is even worse because of the incident, and it got me thinking about his marksmanship skills.
They were slightly above average to begin with, nothing on the same level as his cousin, but he could hit everything that he aimed at. With only half his vision left he is now average. He'll hit most targets, but will miss some or hit off center because he can't center his focus, everything will be slightly shifted left from what it actually is.
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This man is a giant goober regardless of verse
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Just read your post about Fourth Wing. I haven't read it, but as a bookseller who's been watching it sell since day one and has multiple coworkers who've enjoyed it, the fact that I'm only just now hearing that the main character has EDS is pretty telling about how it's presented in the book...which is sad because having good disability rep in a book as popular as Fourth Wing would've been amazing
It truly would and that’s partly why I’m so disappointed.
Everyone and I mean everyone was telling me about this book when it took off and it was being heavily pushed in disabled spaces as ‘positive disabled rep’ and then it just… the number of people who messaged me since yesterday going, “Wait, Violet’s disabled???”
And like, I can’t even blame it on people missing cues or poor reading comprehension, the books just Like That.
If the disability just vanishes the instant it gets in the way of the character being a badass/sexy love interest, that’s not disability rep, that’s disability fantasy/erasure.
And again, Yarros can write whatever escapist fantasy she wants about the disability we share. But at the very least it needed to be portrayed consistently, which is where Yarros really struggles. Consistency is not her strong point. Whether it’s characterization, representation of even sentence and dialect styles, it fluctuates too much.
She’s being failed by her editors on multiple levels. But that's nothing new for that House recently, unfortunately.
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Classic who fans are the best fr fr
Especially if they didn’t grow up with classic who - you know someone has the best kind of vibes (i.e neurodivergent) when they have actively chosen to be obsessed with this goofy ass show at its most goofy point.
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