#topic modeling

[astrovampz]

[aqbsolutions]

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[sakasakiii]

new year new m... aedhros 🥳 yahoo!! i think i hv to return to my roots and devote entire sketch pages to him again bc i was checking my archive and realised the last time i drew him properly was exactly one year ago holy moly..... anyways the sketches are divided into valinor -> angband/recovery -> himring and amon ereb eras so i could experiment w/ how i think he may differ in each :D

[phoenixyfriend]

I think MCU Thor should get pregnant but like. Specifically "cis dude with magic pregnant."

Jane survives the cancer but can't safely carry to term (for her or the baby), so Loki does some magic to give Thor a pregnancy with Thor/Jane genes. Does not explain how. May not warn Thor at all.

Thor just wakes up pregnant with Jane's baby and immediately blames Loki. Doesn't even know if Loki is alive. But the culprit is obvious.

Maybe it's Loki's idea of a wedding/birthday/anniversary gift.

"Congratulations on the nuptials! I know that Lady Foster is now barren, so I have given you a child of your own through the means I myself prefer. No need to thank me."

[illprotectyou-hearteyes]

Okay but seriously why does Final Reckoning play like a Hayes Code era queer film. There are so many elements that had me going 🤨🏳️‍🌈❓in the theaters and my queer friends clocked all the same parts and more, but if I suggested to straight family members that there was something a bit fruity about mi8 they'd think I'd lost it.

President Sloan is gay but we only know this through the implication of emotional intimacy twice removed. "You don't have to say it, I know" "I love you" is right out of a romance novel (with a dash of Han and Leia), but its culmination can be spoken only from across the grave. The camera itself is going so hard on the queer cinema that is The Submarine that even my family went 'hey what was All That with Kodiak though.'

The film waves one big This Is A Heterosexual Movie We Promise flag with the resuscitation scene, yet it's hollow, the hero literally absent from the procedure (he is dead). The rest of the film further transforms it to deconstructive parody by emphasizing the settled depth of Ethan and Benji's emotional connection and commitment in specific contrast to Ethan and Grace's relationship, which is meaningful but still searching for its proper form—in which attempt the romantic suggestion was a misfire, not a culmination. And Grace's arc is away from defining herself with reference to The Hero in favour of a network of found-family relationships. Yet only the hollow image of heteronormative expectation can be baldly pictured, the remainder almost impossible to deny if seen, but almost certain to be missed if you aren't looking for it.

And in the final beat, the culmination of a 30-year character arc, Ethan rejects his isolation and chooses to allow himself mutual emotional dependence—with Benji. But they don't clap shoulders and grab shawarma. It's executed with an evasiveness that seems to gesture to something unspoken. Something so precious and protected it can't be looked at directly. Benji must exit the screen before Ethan can follow, as if even having both in sight in the final moment would summon the censors from on high.

In short. Tom. McQ. I have Questions.

[nostalgebraist]

OpenAI's "o1" reasoning model is incapable by design of saying anything without thinking it over first.

Which results in cute (?) moments like this, where – in response to the single word "Thanks!" – it says the same "any more questions" sound byte that all its siblings say, but only after five seconds of careful, verbose inner deliberation

(N. B. the user only gets to see a summary o1's chain of thought, not the thing itself. The blockquote under "Thought for 5 seconds" is this summary; the original chain of thought was presumably somewhat longer, given that o1 can write ~30 words per second)

[tsuchinokoroyale]

Take a good look… with Gyo.

[mrsknowitallll]

Role Model (Part Three; What’s Done In The Dark) *ALWAYS READ MY DESCRIPTIONS BEFORE YOU START THE STORY* THANKS XX

Louis De Pointe Du Lac x Black Plus Size Reader

Summary - Down on your luck, completely out of options you’re presented with a once in a lifetime opportunity handed to you on a silver platter but you’re a bit hesitant especially when you find out the true nature of the man offering. You know what they say though, scared money don’t make no money but were you really ready to make a deal with the devil for a quick dollar?

Warning: Sugar baby reader, religious themes, religious trauma, childhood trauma, depictions of mental health issues, depictions of suicide, depictions of religious psychosis, cursing, violence, abuse, etc.

A/N - Please read the warning thoroughly this chapter’s topics are HEAVY but important, especially in the black community which is why i’ve included them but if you think anything i’ve mentioned above is too much for you then PLEASE SKIP, do not put yourself through something you know you can’t handle, they’ll be plenty more lighter chapters and if this isn’t your cup of tea i have much lighter stories in my masterlist. You’ve been warned, also minors should never interact with my posts period, if i see that you’re underage you will be blocked!

Louis wasn't sure what it was about you that intrigued him the most.

Maybe it was the ghosts of your past that kept you up at night, much like his own. Or maybe it was your blind optimism despite all your troubles, how you were so sure that everything happened for a reason and that things would work out in due time despite your track record.

Then again maybe it was how easy the chase felt.

You had a huge heart, Louis could tell that much from just a small peek inside your head. While that trait could be seen as good thing by most Louis saw the faults in it more than anything. It made you way too naive, too trusting, but most of all it made you vulnerable and more susceptible to a trap.

You had only met him once that night and the bar but somehow you felt that, that was good enough for you to follow him back to his hotel room.

He had told you that he wanted nothing more than to chat with you but anyone with proper discernment would know that talk was cheap, someone could say one thing but mean another, they could do the exact opposite of what proposed initially.

Nonetheless you agreed and there you were, in a hotel room with a man you didn't know from a can of paint.

"So you don't actually live here huh, how long you been in town?" You sat your bag down on the desk, taking a seat in the office chair.

"Just a few days, a small vacation I guess you could call it." Louis got comfortable on the sofa, clad in dark silk pajama's, one leg crossed over the other.

You held a hand over your mouth trying to stifle a giggle.

"What's so funny? I'd like to laugh too." He smiled sitting up a bit.

"Nothing it's just that people don't typically vacation in West Virginia." You shook your head still laughing.

"It's not so bad, small town, quiet." He shrugged making his way over to his bed side table.

“What made you want to stay here?” He questioned grabbing a bottle of liquor and a glass, pouring himself a generous drink.

“Cost of living’s low, plus the reasons you explained.” You shrugged.

He nodded in understanding, grabbing another glass and pouring you a drink too, walking back over and extending it out to you.

"Oh no I couldn't, well i shouldn't." You shook your head.

"And why not?" He questioned.

"I got a busy day ahead of me tomorrow, job hunting." You sighed heavily looking down at your nails.

"Oh?" He sat down again, tilting his head in interest.

"My last job let me go, budget cuts." You rolled your eyes scoffing.

"Actually i think i will have that drink." You picked the glass up raising it in the air for a mock toast before downing it.

"And this is me at some sort of festival, that tickle me elmo went everywhere with me my mama was sick of it." You laughed showing him the picture on your phone.

"Are you and your mother close?" He asks after a while.

You deflate a little before masking it, straightening your posture and smiling slightly.

"We used to be when I was around that age but... something happened and it caused a bit of a rift. Don't get me wrong i still love her it's just... lets just say i’m grateful for the distance." You looked up at Louis smiling sadly.

"I didn't have the best relationship with mine either so i understand where you're coming from." He refilled your glass and you gave a small thank you.

"I feel like we're always taking about me, what about you? You got any baby pictures? I'd love to see little louis." You teased.

"Not many baby pictures but a few from early adulthood." He grabbed his ipad from beside him, fingers dancing across the screen for a moment before he passed it to you.

Your eyes widened slightly in surprise as you studied several pictures of him in various different suits, red, white, brown, all complimenting his complexion beautifully, all tailored to perfection, vintage, expensive, exquisite.

His hair was also gelled back and his eyes were a warm shade of brown.

You looked between him and the photos several times, the Louis you were sitting across from and the one in the pictures were two completely different people.

"Well damn you were dapper as hell that's for sure, very fly!" You smiled studying the photographs.

He chuckled shaking his head at your antics.

"Were you a model of some sort? Are these themed shoots? Also you look like you haven’t aged a day god what’s your secret?” You spat question after question at him.

"Something like that, and let's just say genetics." He grinned shrugging.

"Well your parents must be drop dead gorgeous.”You scoffed before standing, attempting to head to the bathroom.

You took two steps and lost your balance nearly falling over.

"Woah you alright?" Louis was by your side in an instant, helping you up, guiding you toward the couch.

"Yeah, no, no i'm fine I think i just overdid it a bit, i should've known better i never usually drink that much." You held your head in your hands. 

"You don't look well, why don't you spend the night here and i'll take you back home in the morning." He suggested slipping off your shoes.

"No i couldn't ask you to do that, you've done enough i'll just call an uber and be out of your hair." You stood again only to fall once more.

"God this is so embarrassing, the first friend i've made here and i'm already making a fool of myself in front of him." You spoke mainly to yourself.

"I've seen worse, done worse. You're fine, please i insist, stay the night here." He led you over to the bed, laying you on the sheets gently.

It didn’t take long for you to slip out of consciousness, chest rising and falling slowly.

The drugs he slipped inside your drink weren’t strong enough to kill you, just strong enough to make you sleep through the night while he took his time.

As much as he loved a game of cat and mouse his intentions were never to harm you, no he was gonna do what he always did, drain you just enough to keep him satisfied and keep you alive, then make you forget.

But in the back of his mind there’s this itch he can’t quite scratch, something that drew him to you more than he’d like and he can’t quite figure out what it is.

Despite how easy it would’ve been to go snooping around in your thoughts and plucking some of your deepest darkest secrets from your head that night at the bar, he didn’t. Not necessarily because he didn’t want to invade but because sometime’s he liked prying answers out the old fashioned way, he wanted to see just how long it’d take you to tell him.

What could he say? Sometimes he liked to play with his food.

But again there was something about you that was bothering him and before he sinks his fangs into you he wants answers, so he goes searching.

It starts with the rooftop incident, your brother’s hands on your back, pushing you off.

You fell with a thud, narrowly missing the concrete down below, your legs dangling off the shrub, one of them broken.

“Mamaaa!” You wailed, the pain seering through you.

Your mother rushed out of the house and straight over to you, cradling you in her arms and shushing you, wiping your tears and promising that everything would be okay.

She looked up at your brother, blood boiling, eyes filled with fury.

After a long hospital visit you were sent off with a cast and crutches, your mother insisted that you get plenty of rest as she led you into your bedroom, your brother not far behind, remorseful, he always was, but that never stopped him from doing it again.

A few hours later you woke up to yelling, so loud you were sure the neighbors could hear it.

The sun had just begun to set and the house was dark, no other light on besides the one in your mother’s home office.

There was a crack in the door just wide enough for you to see inside, you peered in seeing your brother on his knees, shirtless, welts across his chest and torso.

Your mother was standing over him, belt in one hand, bible in the other.

She recited scripture, hitting him after every line.

“I’m sorry mama, i’m so, so sorry, i didn’t mean to i swear, i didn’t mean it!” Your brother wailed, tears streaming down his face.

You began to cry too, hand over you mouth to muffle your sobs.

Your mother just stared down at him, eyes glossed over, almost as if she wasn’t herself.

“It’s just that my thoughts get so loud sometimes, they tell me to hurt people, to hurt myself, i can’t control it, mama please.” He begged.

“That ain��t nothing but the damn devil, but that’s okay, we gone get him out of you.” She got down on his level, wiping his tears, stroking his cheek before continuing.

Your brother screamed out in agony, one of the hits tearing skin, spouting blood.

“Mama stop it! Just stop, he said he can’t help it you’re hurting him!” You cry out limping into the room, standing in front of your brother, shielding him.

“It’s the only way baby, god told me so.” She stared at you wild eyed.

“Please there has to be another way.” You begged, sobbing.

You convinced your mom to look into treatments for him and she did, turns out he had bipolar disorder and acute schizophrenia which would explain the “voices” he was hearing and the things he often saw that weren’t actually there.

He was prescribed medication and after taking them consistently for a few years things seemed to be looking up, he rarely had episodes and when he didn’t it was easier to calm him down, to snap him out of them.

Until it wasn’t…

One night you woke up to the sounds of something dragging across the roof, at first you thought you were just hearing things in you half conscious state but when the noise didn’t stop you became concerned.

You quickly got out of bed, grabbing what you could to protect yourself, your weapon being an umbrella.

You crawled out of your window and up onto the roof.

Once you made it you discovered your brother, all the way on the other side, back facing you.

“Jay?” You questioned, sighing in relief and lowering the umbrella.

He turned his head toward you slowly, and finally you could see his face, he had been crying.

“Is everything alright? You want me to get mama?” You began to walk closer, slowly not wanting to startle him.

He just shook his head.

“There ain’t no saving me little sister, you did the best you could.” He smiled sadly before turning around once more, extending his arms out and letting himself fall forward.

The world around you seemed to stop completely, you moved as quickly as you could but your feet just weren’t fast enough.

The last thing you heard was the sound of his body hitting the pavement, an ear splitting crack, a sound you’d carry with you forever.

Days later his funeral was held and by the end of it you felt like you had been wrung dry, like there wasn’t an ounce of water left in your body, that’s how much you had weeped.

Your mother was acting strange the entire time, even stranger than usual.

By the time everyone had left the house it was late again and just before you got ready to head upstairs for bed you decided to go check on your mother.

She was in her office as usual, bible in hand muttering to herself, most likely reciting scripture.

You walked over to her desk, taking the book from her hands and sitting it down gently.

“Mama please just talk to me.” You pleaded tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“It was all apart of god’s plan baby, the devil had ahold of your brother and he didn’t plan on turning him loose, god did what needed to be done.” She looked up at you, eyes wild, the same look she had that night just years ago.

You pulled your shaky hand from her shoulder, backing away slowly, eyes on her the entire time as she continued muttering over and over, staring off into space.

Once you made it up to your room you closed your door forcefully making sure to lock it.

There was no coming back from this, you had to leave before you met the same fate as your brother.

Louis removed himself from your mind breathing shakily, clutching his chest.

He stared down at you a look of horror flashing across his face, an understanding settling just beneath the surface.

The two of you were one and the same.

How could he let you go now?

Tags - @marley1773 @antikaiii

[astrovampz]

[todayisafridaynight]

[lemongogo]

anyways . silly thing

[s0ap-bubbles]

NRS you can’t just give Sonya such a beautiful face model and then never add her as a playable character in mk1, I won’t stand for it

[firstkanaphans]

Hello,

Are you aware of the recent drama about Joss? Apparently, he is accused of being a bigot and a misogynist, even back when he was at Domundi. Some people are already saying they won't watch My Golden Blood because of that. I wonder why Ark and Jojo would work with him if he really was against the queer community?

Do you have a take on this?

Thank you

It’s disappointing for sure.

For those who somehow missed this news yesterday, fans discovered that Joss follows a bunch of right wing media bigots and misogynists such as Candace Owens and Andrew Tate on Instagram. In response to that, some clips from Joss’s time at Domundi resurfaced where he and Zee were sexually harassing women on camera by going up to them and asking if they could “touch their milk” (meaning their breasts). I have no context for those clips so I’m unsure if it was something Domundi put them up to or if they were doing it on their own, but I found it triggering nevertheless. You can watch a bit of that here if you would like.

I think something people fall prey to these days is thinking that just because a person has bigoted beliefs they act bigoted all the time but as with anything, there’s always nuance. No one is entirely good just like no one is entirely bad. I highly doubt any sane person would bring these types of opinions into their very gay workplace—especially when talking to their very gay supervisors—so it’s likely Jojo and Ark don’t know. And even if they did, people are often willing to offer leniency to those they know personally. I remember Jojo reposting Pawin’s non-apology about beating his girlfriend and he only took it down when people called him out on it.

I also think support for such bigoted beliefs—even at GMMTV—is more widespread than we like to think because somehow Foei still has a job despite posting anti-trans rhetoric constantly.

For me personally, I’ve blacklisted Joss’s tag on here (which is what I do for all the actors who piss me off), but I haven’t quite decided what to do about My Golden Blood yet. On the one hand, Joss’s face now makes me viscerally angry, but on the other, it’s a BL made by an out queer man I want to support. It’s unfortunate and I do wish GMMTV would vet these people better but there’s really only so much they can do. Like legally.

[wraithsoutlaws]

Touched by angels though I fall out of grace

[avocado62524]

[making-you-in-lps]

(not lps related) would anyone be interested in a pinkie cooper doll 3d recreation?

it won’t be ball jointed (as im not good enough at 3d modeling to figure that out LMAO) but i may put the simple parts like the head up on cults3d or thingiverse if anyone is interested.