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Please be aware that the "opt-out" choice is just a way to try to appease people. But Tumblr has not been transparent about when has data been sold and shared with AI companies, and there are sources that confirm that data has already been shared before the toggle was even provided to users.
Also, it seems to include data they should not have been able to give under any circumstance, including that of deactivated blogs, private messages and conversations, stuff from private blogs, and so on.
Do not believe that "AI companies will honor the "opt-out request retroactively". Once they've got their hands on your data (and they have), they won't be "honoring" an opt-out option retroactively. There is no way to confirm or deny what data do they have: The fact they are completely opaque on what do they currently "own" and have, means that they can do whatever they want with it. How can you prove they have your data if they don't give everyone free access to see what they've stolen already?
So, yeah, opt out of data sharing, but be aware that this isn't stopping anyone from taking your data. They already have been taking it, before you were given that option. Go and go to Tumblr's Suppport and leave your Feedback on this (politely, but firmly- not everyone in the company is responsible for this.)
Finally: Opt out is not good under any circumstance. Deactivated people can't opt out. People who have lost their passwords can't opt out. People who can't access internet or computers can't opt out. People who had their content reposted can't opt out. Dead people can't opt out. When DeviantArt released their AI image generator, saying that it wasn't trained on people who didn't consent to it, it was proven it could easily replicate the styles of people who had passed away, as seen here. So, yeah. AI companies cannot be trusted to have any sort of respect for people's data and content, because this entire thing is just a data laundering scheme.
Please do reblog for awareness.
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They are already selling data to midjourney, and it's very likely your work is already being used to train their models because you have to OPT OUT of this, not opt in. Very scummy of them to roll this out unannounced.
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Cupid Department:
I got inspired by the linked video.
What if_ in the Cupid Department, each Cupid either specializes in a form of love or has their unique method to bring people together.
There’s the Cupid who is focused on logical compatibility (like the above).
There’s the Cupid who is focused on shall we say “short term mating”
There’s the Cupid who is focused on young love and the innocence of it.
There’s the Cupid of Toxic matches: aka someone who puts people together as more of a life lesson (idk)
There’s the Cupid who is focused on aromantic love: deep friendships or platonic soulmates (inspired by below video)
What other Cupids do you think there are?
What would they look like?
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story-weavr · 3 months
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You know when you go through your stuff and remove what you don’t need/want, it’s scary at first but so freeing afterwards.
Like a weight taken off your back.
… How hard do dragons have it when they need to go through their hoard?
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Love is like the basic ingredients for bread. In order to make it, you need flour, butter, salt, etc.
But to make a specific bread, you need more than that. What you need more of depends on what type of bread you’re making.
Love is a fundamental ingredient in a relationship. But, at times, it’s not enough. What’s needed depends on what the individuals’ need or wound is.
Love is Earth for the seed of a relationship. What is required for it to grow and stay healthy?
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Token of Affection:
If Lex and Clark started dating, Lex would 100% send flowers to Clark’s office at the Daily Planet.
A simple Sunflower 🌻
With a note:
Je t’aime, mon soleil.
- Red
It never fails to make Clark smile.
And to tease his fellow co-workers back about them not getting flowers from their significant others.
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A Reconciliation?
In reference to a previous post of mine:
This is sort of a mix of the previous chapter + Silver Age + Smallville + Modern versions of Lex Luthor
I still blame @andyboops
After the accident that blew up his lab and made him permanently bald, young Lex Luthor was even angrier at the world.
He pushed away his only friend and did everything he could to leave and never return to Smallville.
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Years later, Lex Luthor, one of the most powerful & influential men in the world, met his one-time friend again.
Clark Kent, once a boy whose intelligence rivaled that of Lex, was now a mere reporter. One who quietly trailed behind Lois Lane as she confidently interviews Luthor.
Lex pretends not to know this reminder of the most painful and pathetic period of his life.
Clark, not completely hopeless, followed his lead. That, however, did not stop him from asking questions as well.
Nor would it stop him in the future from sticking his nose where it didn't belong.
Clark Kent was categorized as an annoying reminder at best. At worst, he was Lois's attachment. One whose only independent work mainly stemmed from in-depth interviews of the individuals related to Superman cases.
... and then The Incident happened.
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One of his (now-former) employees decided to attempt an assassination on Lex disguised as a hostage/ terrorist attack.
And, even though he never leaves his home without some form of bulletproof attire, he ends up getting tackled.
Not by a member of the security staff at the event. Oh no, they are far too busy dealing with the obvious attackers and panicked guests to notice what seemed to be a guest taking out a gun.
Not by one of those vigilantes. The one who actually showed up was dealing with a meta and some thugs wielding rather impressive weapons.
Not by his hidden bodyguards. No, they got cut off or silenced at the beginning of the attack.
No, no, Lex Luthor got pushed away, onto the floor, by a person famous in his circles for his dumb luck at getting out of dangerous situations.
Dumb luck that had apparently run out for Clark Kent judging by the amount of blood coming out of the hole in his chest.
Lex barely noticed as the gunman went down to fire from security.
Surrounded by his remaining private security (who would receive pay cuts, at best), Lex could hear them urging him to move to a defensible position. Instead, Lex ordered them to cover him.
Lex found himself next to a pale Clark, pushing his custom-ordered Armani coat into the wound.
Despite all the noise, he could somehow hear his one-time friend:
"Lex? S-sorry... lo- I love-"
The slowed-down world suddenly sped back up when Lex was literally wrenched away from Clark.
In half a second, the man could only stare dumbfoundedly at the blood puddle where Clark Kent lay dying.
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The billionaire later learned that Supergirl had rushed the wounded to various medical institutions. Apparently, the extent of the reporter's injury was severe enough to warrant treatment at STAR Lab's medical research labs.
Due to the nature of the lab, visitors beyond family were not allowed. Law enforcement had to interview Kent via a telephone call which was barely allowed by the doctors.
Two. Very. Long. Weeks later:
Clark Kent left STAR Labs and returned to his apartment. Despite the Daily Planet's generous employee package, the barely recovered man still opted to return to work, albeit mostly sticking to his senior reporter office shared with Lois Lane.
Not missing an opportunity, Lex had his PR office arrange a private interview with Kent.
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In one of his private offices, Lex Luthor, for the first time in what seems a lifetime, faced Clark Kent one-on-one. With no one else but them.
At first, Clark, polite smile only slightly marred by pain and exhaustion, stuck to professionalism: asking questions about one of his transportation businesses that from Lois Lane would have been biting.
Eventually, the billionaire found a moment to ask the question that was bothering him: "Why did you save me?"
Clark, solemn and looking him straight in the eye, simply stated that it was the right thing to do.
Lex angrily asked, "Then what the hell was that about? What you said before?"
Clark calmly stated, "It's irrelevant."
Lex's eyes narrowed, "Excuse me?"
Clark sighs. Lex is five seconds from blowing up when Clark says something that startles him.
"I know you set up the attack. The man who organized it, your ‘missing’ employee, saw an opportunity to take you out. But the whole attack was a scheme for several purposes."
Lex could only watch silently as the reporter started calmly listing them.
"A distraction for the superheroes while LexCorp weaponry was smuggled to Santa Prisca for further distribution.
An advertisement for LexCorp's new securities acquisition.
A threat to the mayor to push for rezoning of one of the neighborhoods by Hob's River so that a new LexChem facility can be built which would serve the dual purpose of keeping up with legitimate business and a cover for smuggling.
Those are just a few reasons."
Clark and Lex just looked at each other silently. Lex breaks it first.
"A rather interesting theory. I suppose you have some proof to support that claim."
"I do not. And I do not write what I cannot prove."
Lex crosses his arms, smirking at the other man, "You think that lowly of me?"
"No, I just know you."
Lex's eye twitched. "Finally done pretending?"
"I didn't start it."
"Well then, Clark," Lex leaned forward, a nasty smile in place, "how have you been? I see the years haven't treated you well."
The other man just looks at him, quietly. Lex, irritated, sighed and leaned back in his chair.
"You still haven't answered my question. Why did you save me? Especially considering what you believe of me."
Clark looked sad, "You already know, Lex."
"And what? Are you expecting some type of reward?"
"You being alive is enough for me."
Lex snorted at the sentiment. Clark merely asked, "Are we done? Because I need to get back to the office."
Lex then asked something he himself did not realize he wanted to ask.
"Why did you never try to get back in touch? In all those years?"
Clark looked surprised... and hurt. Looking down, he seemed to be thinking back to their shared childhood. After a moment, he looked up.
"First, answer this question."
Lex looked at him.
"Did you... did you mean it? That you thought that I... that I was the one who set the fire? That I deliberately didn't help you?"
Lex regarded the man, pained quiet desperation on the journalist’s face.
"... No,” Lex answered seriously, “If I really thought that, I would have long since made you pay. No," his tone shifted to flippancy, "I knew it was dear old Dad who ordered the fire. He just didn't know that the arsonist was also hired by one of his senior executives to murder me."
At Clark's pained face, Lex continued, "And I know you couldn't have done anything. The chemical leak caused you to black out. You were lucky enough to be alive, much less without significant injury."
"Yeah, 'lucky'" Clark snorted.
"So," Lex questioned, "was that it? Some survivor's guilt and false accusations by an emotionally immature teenager?"
Clark looked at him. "Something like that."
"Well," Lex continued, "feel free to toss that as I have never truly blamed you for what happened."
"... Thank you."
There was a moment of awkward silence. It was broken by the reporter.
"I... I really do need to go back. Perry's asked me to mentor some of the new interns," the journalist said as he slowly raised himself from the seat.
"Ah, yes," Lex replied.
As the other man went to the door, Lex found himself speaking.
"You know, LexCom is always looking for talent. I'm sure you would be most welcome."
Clark, standing by the door, just stared at the man who wasn't looking at him at all.
".... Lex. I have... never given up hope. That you would become the man you always wanted to be. The man I still believe that you can be."
Lex turns his head to look at him.
"But I refuse to look away," Clark continued, "I'm not going to allow myself to be willfully blind to what you are doing. I know you, Lex. I know that you are better than this. And I pray, that someday. Someday, you'll know that too."
"Goodbye, Lex."
The man, once a farmboy who looked at Lex with shining eyes, softly closed the door behind him.
Lex just stared at the door, lost in memories of what had been... and thoughts of what could have been.
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So, where does it go from here?
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Several chapter updates & edits!
I am making good progress finally!!!
Here’s to a Happy New Years where we can move forward on the individual things that matter to us!!!!
🍷 ✍️🥳
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The following is a conversation between myself & @andyboops in the comment section of Ch. 5 of his absolutely fantabulous Clex fic
Me: Also Clark is a sweetheart.
Plus I’m super-curious how “before the deal” Lex viewed Clark Kent, reporter.
Was he still in love with him? Did he just give up on having Clark?
Andy: Why not all of the above? 🤔☺️
Me: You just gave me a brain wave:
Clark is de-powered (Mxsptlk incident or sunspots), & he is just trying to lay low until his powers come back on.
During a reception of some kind, there was an explosion. Guests panic, gunmen come in to take mayor hostage, but amidst the chaos Clark sees something in slow motion.
A man pulling out a gun and pointing it at Lex. There is no time. Clark just runs.
Lex hits the floor, lifting up with a snarl only to look stunned to see security taking down a man in tux…. and Clark Kent bleeding on the floor.
Lois came up crying and screaming and Lex comes forward trying to stop the bleeding with his coat.
Clark just looks at him and says “Lex, I’ve … I’ve always lo-“ basically saying while not saying & he falls unconscious.
What happens next? What is going on through Lex Luthor’s mind, seeing his childhood friend who he (once?) loved seeming to be saying he still cared about Lex? Enough to die for him?
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To take it a step further:
When Clark went down, one of the other Metropolis heroes (Supergirl, Steel, insert preference) manages to round up the situation, grab the dying human-disguised Kryptonian, & get the hell to Dr. Hamilton at STAR labs.
Clark gets saved but there is now a problem: Everyone knows Clark Kent got shot in the chest.
And Kryptonians, super-powered or not, heal MUCH quicker than humans. And pretending to have a gunshot wound is a bit beyond Clark’s acting abilities.
Which means he’s gonna have to use Kryptonian tech to re-injure himself according to what stage of the healing process he’s supposed to be in.
Now normally, things just would be a little annoying but he could still go out as Superman.
But then Lex.
A Lex who is constantly visiting and sending get-well flowers.
A Lex who keeps inviting Clark to recuperate at a private clinic that LexCorp owns rather than staying at STAR labs or at home in his apartment being cared for by his visiting relative or friends.
A Lex who scolds Clark when he catches him working on what he can.
A Lex who fussed as only he can over Clark.
A Lex who wants to have a serious conversation about what Clark said when he believed he was gonna die.
A Lex whose face does this weird thing whenever he sees the get-well flowers sent by some of Clark’s friends who are single. He also acts rather terse with those single friends who come to visit Clark when he’s there.
And now throw in a Clark who is confused, semi-hopeful, & depressed bc Lex is still Luthor:
- The guy whose international company LexCorp is only his semi-legitimate business among many.
- The mastermind behind international arms-trading and various gang activities
- A maestro of white-collar crimes and those related to them including prostitution, embezzlement, blackmail, bribing, etc
- The leader or financier of I llegal scientific activités and unethical experimentation which created the likes of Métallo and Parasite
- A financier of criminal activities
- A criminal boss who uses mercenaries, gangsters, & middlemen to commit murder, assault, robbery, blackmail, torture, bribery, embezzlement, kidnapping, etc.
- Superman’s arguably biggest enemy who has attempted the following on him, either personally or through middlemen: murder, blackmail, bribery, torture, nonconsensual experimentation, ruin his reputation via framing or smear campaigns, etc.
… And this is the guy he’s been in love with since childhood. Who now knows Clark Kent, the very human reporter, is in love with him. And seems to reciprocate.
… Rao help him.
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Amelia "Mia" Kent
Daughter of Clarke Kent and Lex Luthor
inspired by Aelora's "Downfall Series" on fanfiction.net
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Timeline
Inspired by Aelora's "Downfall Series" on fanfiction.net
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Clarke Kent in 19th century
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Superwoman & the Ace Reporter
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Kala in High Council Attire enjoying Arctic Snow
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1930-50s inspired Clarke Kent
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Mrs. Clarke Luthor nee Kent
18 years old
inspired by various fanfiction including Aelora's "Downfall Series" on fanfiction.net
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