#text prediction

[tobes-is-confused]

Bro I couldn’t make this up if I tried 💀💀🙏🙏 I haven’t even typed it that many times 😭😭😭

[fortheloveofsolas]

That time I let text predictions write about Solas. And that it was weird, yet kind of accurate

Disclaimer: I started each paragraph with a prompt and let it go from there

[imsorryimlate]

when’s your next appointment for your new job and how much do you need to pay for it and how much is it gonna cost you to get it done and how much does it cost to get it fixed and how much money is it gonna be paid for it to be done and how much time do you need to get it out of the way to get it back to you and get it done and then you can get it done and then i can go back to work and get it done and then we can go to the bank and get it done and then we can go to the car wash and get it done and then go to the store

[demigods-posts]

i think grover pointing out to percy that annabeth's yankee's cap is the only thing she has of her godly parent makes percy realize how important it is for demigods to have symbols of their parents with them. and i would really love to see it all come full circle when percy battles with ares later on in season one, and after he wins, he demands that ares leave them alone so they can return the bolt and that he gives clarisse another spear to make up for the one he broke. which would be an amazing way to set up percy and clarisse's 'i have a lot of respect for you/you're an annoying bitch that i tolerate/if anyone messes with you, i'll cut them' trope for later seasons.

[reunitedinterlude]

a compilation (1, 2, 3)

bonus:

[gaypeople]

something is shifting

[whumpacabra]

I don’t have a posted DNI for a few reasons but in this case I’ll be crystal clear:

I do not want people who use AI in their whump writing (generating scenarios, generating story text, etc.) to follow me or interact with my posts. I also do not consent to any of my writing, posts, or reblogs being used as inputs or data for AI.

[beif0ngs]

JINX + TEXT POST MEME

[sualne]

modern au dragon and luffy get to meet each other eventually

this is also legally blind dragon btw, luffy gave him his sunglasses because he saw him squinting and thought it was because of the sun.

[fuckyeahchinesefashion]

OP: Commentator Robert is the most chaotic cyber ghost

Cnetizens: Our local specialty mean AI has secretly passed the Turing test

(Commenter Robert is a chatbot that comes with the twitter-like Chinese social media platform weibo, which randomly appears in the user's comment section and comments on the user's posts. Cnetizens also created an account called Robert's Victims Alliance dedicated to post its misdeeds.)

[dontcallpanic]

The absolutely incredible @teencopandthesourwolf who wrote something so deeply amazing I'm still recovering, tagged me to do the WIP Wednesday. Diolch yn fawr iawn cariad!

So happy Thursday, here's something small from the post apocalypse au where Stiles has a radio show and Derek realizes he's in love with the idiot while road tripping across America with his dad. Or something like that.

I do have funnies to share at some point but you can have some drama for a change instead. This is how Derek meets the Sheriff.

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"Where is my son?"

Before Derek can so much as blink the man - the Sheriff - is in his face, the long barrel of a pistol jammed beneath his jawbone.

"I won't ask again," the man says deadly quiet before he sucks in a deep breath and roars into Derek's face. "Where is my son?"

Derek flinches back instinctively but he can't go far, the wall is at his back and the gun is shaking where it's digging into his throat. Despite this Derek still manages to stand tall, pushing back as a wild, feral grin pulls at his lips.

"I don't know where your fucking son is," he growls out, pitching his voice low and menacing. "But if you don't get your gun out of my face, I guarantee you'll be in no position to find him."

And he means it, every word. He would even welcome it. He can feel the bloodlust singing beneath his skin, the ache to his jaw and the itching in his teeth. He wants to feel the flesh give beneath his bite. The satisfaction of the kill.

Give me a reason, he thinks - begs. Give me one fucking reason.

The sheriff's wild, searching eyes rake across his face, looking for any sign of deceit or weakness where there is none to find. He reeks of alcohol and desperation and the stench assaults Dereks senses, forcing themselves into his awareness like a desert storm. In this moment, the Sheriff is not a man who can be reasoned with and Derek feels his claws itching at his fingernails, his snarl growing deadly. He should rip him apart. He wants to rip him apart and put him out of his misery, but something deep inside him makes him hesitate, recognising with bitter familiarity, the recklessness of a man who has nothing left to loose but hope.

The second he feels the Sheriff loosen his grip on his shirt, he shoves the man roughly away, knocking the pistol out of his face with a snarl.

The gunshot echoes across the street as a bullet slams into the stone beside his head, but Derek is already clear, holding up one hand to stop the response, even as he hears the tell tale snick of at least five people thumbing the safety off their weapons.

The Sheriff staggers, intoxication making him unsteady on his feet but the hand that levels the pistol at him holds unnervingly steady.

"Tell me what you know," he demands and his voice is surprisingly firm and resolute. There's no tremor. If it wasn't for his heightened senses, Derek would be doubting his initial assessment.

All around, he can feel the watchful eyes pressing in on them. The whole town seems to be watching now. The chances of the Sheriff leaving here alive, should he choose to shoot Derek, are non existent.

"I don't know shit," Derek spits, taking a step forward, fingers reaching to curl around the gun at his hip. It's grounding and familiar and it gives him the illusion of still being human.

"Bullshit," the Sheriff spits back, jerking his pistol to the side to add emphasis to his words. "That's his dog."

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As always the biggest thanks go to @greyhavenisback (look!! It's Muttley!)

And then Very gentle no pressure whatsoever tags to @violetfairydust @patolemus @gege-wondering-around @novemberhush

Sorry If you've already been tagged!

[demigods-posts]

all i'm saying is you can't tell me that when annabeth watched percy hold up medusa's head and kill alecto, she didn't immediately think of that statue in the new york metropolitan museum of arts of his namesake doing the exact same thing. you can't tell me she didn't recognize his courage and realize how powerful and essential this boy is going to be for the future of the world as they know it.

[apostaterevolutionary]

Okay but the thing about veilguard reviews is I don’t care what the gaming review sites think. I especially don’t care what some random ytuber who’s probably just grifting right wing nutjobs for easy money and has never actually played the games before thinks. I don’t even care what an unrelated but accomplished rpg dev thinks

The only opinions I want to hear are from 7 trustworthy sickos (affectionate) who had their brain chemistry permanently altered over a decade ago by critically hated yet loved by me specifically video game Dragon Age 2, and only after I hear those opinions will I decide if I’m buying it or not

[shaylogic]

Charles Bag of Tricks = Go Bag from Life

Thinking about how Charles' cricket bat sat unused beside him during the abuse flashback, and how he now has a magic one in his possession as a ghost. In a couple cameos asking about the bat, Jayden says he figures that it was a normal bat that became what it is when Charles touched it.

I suspect it's a part of his soul as a ghost, something significant from his life, representing violence and protection of the self and others.

Edwin's endless notebook is probably part of his soul, with his family crest on it from his own home/school days. George said it was important to him personally to keep the notebook in Edwin's breast pocket, over his heart, despite his conflicted feelings about his parents.

Likewise, I've had a growing theory over the past few days that I've been chatting about with friends in the Dead Gay Detectives discord server about Charles' backpack.

It seems like a go bag to grab quick on the run from volatile situations, like bullies at school and an abusive home.

Both George & Jayden have stated more than once that they would like to have seen an episode exploring the inside of Charles' backpack, as there's more to be discovered there. Of course, this is a popular curiosity of the fans, as well, but it seems poignant to me that they've spoken on this, like important backstory and worldbuilding mechanics may be involved.

If the bag is also a part of Charles' ghost inventory, part of his soul, heart, mind, etc, that's massively symbolic!

I'll share screenshots of the notes I've been making for myself for my fic-writing on this:

What if Charles ran from home and boarding school and all of it but somehow still ended up with his "friends" at the lake, where he was killed?

@wordsinhaled @dearheartdont

[spideyswede]

Inspired by @hetaczechia’s Bob x Florida man headlines post!

[raayllum]

was musing over again WHY aaravos would need to wait 700+ years in between going to earth, fucking with mages, etc. and like... "storm dragons only lay an egg every thousand years". i'm sure he was wanting to sow chaos and put pieces in place for other things, but... was he waiting for zym?