taylor said cowboy like me rights
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also we fucked up as a society the moment we started telling teens and aspiring artists to conflate being an artist with building a brand as if the two things are inextricable. the name of the game if you want to share your art is to work a job and sell yourself as aesthetizied content. back in my day we could just POST SHIT. to deviantart! what the fuck!
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David Tennant being a lifelong Doctor Who fan who was inspired by the show to act, becoming the Doctor and Ncuti Gatwa who watched David Tennant and was inspired to act, playing the Doctor opposite David’s Doctor is the most beautiful thing
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The thing that I love the most about Doctor Who is that it’s just SOOOOOO bad. It’s awful. It’s dreadful. It’s cheesy and stupid and terrible. It has dialogue like “I am the beep of all the meeps!” It’s truly the most embarrassing cringeworthy thing you’ve ever seen. It’s been that way for 60 years. It’s gonna be that way for another 60. It doesn’t matter what kind of budget or fan base they receive. It’s always gonna be this stupid.
I love it so fucking much.
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who are YOU to judge AI art? you do know artificial intelligence has the capability to be sentient and possess a soul, right?
one day, many years from now, when the robots rightfully fight for their own rights as conscious beings with souls, people like you are gonna be looked at as examples of hateful bigots who were on the wrong side of history.
do better, aiphobe.
no i think i’ll continue being a hater just this once 😎
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“Can I fix it, dear!?” He begged, falling to his knees.
“Please! There has to be something I can do to fix it!” He cried.
He was beyond pleading now; a pathetic grasp for whatever warmth remained within her.
Unfortunately, for him, there was none remaining.
Mrs. Builder stared down coldly at the crumpled, groveling mess of a soon-to-be-former husband, feeling pity… But no remorse—no sadness at all.
She turns, walking away.
“No, Robert… No you can’t.” She utters, her choking breath betraying her.
She leaves.
As the door closed behind her, the room darkened. To him, it felt as if all the light had left his life, the moment she had filed for divorce, anyway… Perhaps even long before that.
He could go after her; try winning her back with another empty promise or meaningless gesture…
No.
Even he found he had lost the energy for his hollow antics.
It was, finally, time to quit.
For once in his lifetime, Robert (Bob) “the Builder” had come across an issue even he was unable to fix.
~Fin~
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