So I am getting genuinely worried about people who are posting the whole "if you reblog AI I am blocking you" not because of the post (because honestly, fuck AI, there are thousands of people producing art for free on the daily, how about supporting them instead?) but because sometimes I literally cannot tell!
I'm not an artist. Sometimes I can look at one and even to my untrained eye I'm like "Oh yeah, that whole thing is weird, that's AI," and other times I follow @batwynn's really good post about spotting AI.
The problem comes in when you literally can't tell. I had an artist in another fandom post a complaint about AI art and showed what the art looked like, and I spent literally 5 minutes staring at it trying to figure out how they knew it was AI because they didn't explain it, but a whole bunch of other artists in the replies confirmed it absolutely looked AI-generated and for the life of me, I couldn't see it. And I still can't.
So I guess this is my ask to artists to please be patient with non-artists as some of us legitimately care and do NOT want to reblog AI art, but it's not always evident to us. So if you see us reblog AI art, feel free to let us know. If someone clearly shows they don't care, or they don't delete the AI art once notified it is AI, then obviously have at it. But for some of us, if we reblog AI art because we literally cannot tell because all the things we're looking for to notice they are AI are not there, please just tell us and we'll delete the art.
I don't want to start avoiding traditional art because I'm worried about being blocked for reblogging something that was AI generated. The fandom oldies are safe because most people know their style, but it's upsetting for the new artists and I don't want to stop supporting people because I'm worried about being blocked because I have an untrained eye and am doing my best :(
so excited about whatever's happening in the 911 fandom right now.
one of the cute guys is injured and/or in a coma? the other cute guy will dramatically scream his name and do a bedside vigil? after which they're gonna make out??? can't wait
my perception from a young age was that love was contingent on meeting expectations. it was not unconditional from my family, as i saw it, but i had interwoven the definitions of “happy” and “love” together so tightly i couldn’t tell them apart. so, my perception was actually from a young age that happiness dictated the presence of love, and that happiness was contingent on meeting expectations. expectations for manners, cleanliness, good grades, and all the other things a child learns quickly makes their parents happy, and thus earns love, not knowing if those things make the child itself happy or not.
this was compounded when in my teens i had my first romantic relationship. firstly compounded not by him, but the friends who were unhappy with me for liking him, because they liked him too, though i could not decide for him who he returned feelings for. i learned their love for me was tied to the expected happiness i brought them and robbed them of.
secondly, that same boy taught me love’s expectations in all the wrong ways: “if you love me, you’ll try this” and “if you love me you want to make me happy”. it took me months to end that relationship, and at the time it wasn’t because i didn’t want to love him, but because i couldn’t make him happy. i didn’t discuss this with him, as i had already failed to meet his expectations and thus failed at my ability to love him. it was the first time i considered i didn’t know what love meant.
again in my late teens i fell in love. though now the overbearing weight of my guilt, my inadequacy, my shame for not meeting expectations to earn love had solidified and pressed into me, leaving impressions that i was correct all my life: love is contingent on meeting expectations and this time… this time i won’t fail at love again. his love was kind, patient, and overflowing - a true opposite of what i previously knew. rather than months, it endured years, including me starting college.
but soon the expectations came back like whispers of ghosts. i believed he needed me to be his everything. girlfriend, lover, best friend, mother, sister… the biggest expectation of all is to be everything to someone. i could never be that. i could never give him that. i could not talk with him about this because i had already failed to love him by not meeting my own preconceived expectations. so i ended it and he agreed if it was what i wanted to be happy. because in truth, where i thought he held expectations, he only held unconditional love that i could not recognize. years later, with reflection, that was his final gift to me: i did not know what love meant.
speaking to my therapist, i once compared this to taking all the missing, broken pieces of myself and filling them with gold so that i could reflect others’ expectations back to them rather than let them see the void inside of me. to make myself seem okay, to make them happy, to receive love. though now i realize a wound gilded in gold cannot heal. i still struggle to this day that if i make someone unhappy they will no longer love me, but i know that means it wasn’t really love. today, i know what love means to me. all i can hope is to learn to live by that.
interesting how transmascs & transfems alike think losing weight is the answer to pass as our chosen gender.... almost as if fat people are never Truly afforded a passing gender regardless of trans status. as fat people we are never Truly seen as Men or Women. anyway fuck that notion & if u think u need to lose weight to pass that's the devil talking
got blood work done today and i just remembered a time i got blood work done as a teen. after the nurse drew like 6 vials of the stuff, i asked him “is all that mine?” and he said “not anymore” and walked off
i accidentally napped and had a dream (nightmare?) where a new update for stardew valley released where everything was the same except on a random day in year 3 Evelyn would just straight up die. There was a whole cutscene that started in her house where she collapsed, and then transitioned over to the hospital where Harvey gave George and Alex the worst news of their lives. However, they got to speak to her where she said something along the lines of "Yoba will protect me, and I am sure he will let me watch over you."
Alex and George would not talk to the player for more than a few words for a full season after this event. George would spend most of his time in the bedroom, so if you had less than 2 hearts with him, you could barely ever speak to him.
And Alex... oh my god, poor Alex. If you were married to him during this event, he just stayed in bed all day. Otherwise, if single, he would just stand on the beach most of the time, staring off into the ocean. If you tried to interact with him, it would just say "Alex is grieving... Better leave him be."
There was also other NPC dialogue like mayor Lewis saying "I haven't seen the community in this state of mourning since your grandfather passed..."
there was also a glitch where you could make Evelyn live forever and there were entire guides for the "immortal Evelyn glitch" that got patched out in the next update. If you tried to perform the glitch after the patch, mr. Qi would tell you that "hey, it happens to all of us. We can't prevent it, and neither can you, no matter how hard you try."