BEYOND obsessed with this house in fort worth, texas i mean
okay pretty normal, let’s look at the interior photos—
WHAT THE FUCK
here we see the first example of a pattern that will recur throughout the house, which is that once your eyes adjust to the bonkers dictator chic marble-and-gilded-everything, you notice some pretty egregiously shoddy workmanship. look at how that baseboard intersects with the outlet. look at how the marble… uh, thing on the wall (i was gonna call it a fireplace but it’s not a fireplace, i have no idea what that is) has gaps and weird angles wherever two pieces meet. it’s like they’re trying to recreate versailles on an ikea budget
i… don’t hate the kitchen. i mean, obviously it’s ugly and #toomuch and there was zero effort made to match the very modern appliances and sink to the cabinets, but still, i’m a sucker for a pass-through and a big sink with a window above it.
this ceiling Fucks but the wrinkly, uneven curtains and terrible caulking around the faux-column in the middle anti-Fuck
why did we suddenly completely switch aesthetics. why is there an old TV set into the wall at floor level. why is there a tiny set of doors next to it. why does the fireplace look like an asset ripped from the original dark souls. i feel a sinister presence sucking at my soul the longer i look at this photo
i feel like whoever designed this monstrosity started with the dining room and then once they’d finished it realized they’d blown half their budget on just this one room. it’s so overdecorated that the gaudiness feels intentional, like it’s a statement rather than a side effect of genuine tastelessness. i can applaud that.
here we have the antithesis of the dining room. i don’t know what this room is supposed to be but i hate it. i’m pretty sure everything in this photo literally came from ikea. there is a lack of commitment here and it is rancid
ladies, gentlemen, distinguished colleagues, we have now hit the cornerstone of any great tacky real estate listing: the heart-shaped bathtub! this one gets bonus points for being next to a gilded mirror and surrounded by bright red damask wallpaper. as a bathtub i’d give it a 1/10 because those angles look incredibly uncomfortable, but as a place to shoot my lover through the heart while wearing a gauzy fur-trimmed bathrobe before fleeing with our ill-gotten fortune i’d give it a solid 11/10
here we are with the lack of commitment again. this literally looks like the kitchen in my college dorm but with a weird fringey lamp and some curtains that are absolutely too long for their windows
again, the mix of styles here is just killing me. half damask wallpaper and carved wall panels, half normal-ass bathroom? really? isn’t there anything truly unhinged left in this house? anything truly opulent, decadent, off the chain, extravagant, gaudy—
THAT’S WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT BAY BEE!!! THAT’S MORE THE FUCK LIKE IT!!! COMMIT! TO! THE! BIT! GO BIG OR GO HOME! IF YOU’RE GONNA STICK A CEILING DOME IN THE FOYER OF YOUR SUBURBAN TEXAS HOUSE IT HAD BETTER BE TWELVE FEET IN DIAMETER AND PAINTED WITH DOZENS OF FLOWERS OR ELSE WHAT THE FUCK ARE WE EVEN DOING HERE??
and finally, to close out the show, a reminder that this entire acid trip of a real estate listing took place in an ordinary, modern single-story house in texas, one with a backyard and utility boxes on the exterior walls and neighbors who may be blissfully unaware that they live mere feet from a yawning pit of madness.
Jin Guangyao blinks before senses start to return to him. He blinks again at his father (how is he alive? shouldn't he be? should he?) who's looking at him expectantly. He turns his head and sees Lan Xichen (oh, Er-ge...) looking at him benevolently and beside him Nie Mingjue (oh, Da-ge...) frowning in displeasure but for once - not at him. And then he remembers. Everything. For a second his smile falls and his eye twitch, he's incandescently furious inside. Then the mask slips back. But he's changed.
He bows.
-Sect Leader Jin, this one is honored by your offer, but as you clearly stated before, this one's a whore's son and not fit to be in the Jin Sect. I acted on my own since I left the Nie Sect so all the deeds I may have done are beholden to me only. If Cultivational world sees fit to reward me, I will humbly accept on my own behalf.
He leaves and later receives his rewards but mostly withdraws, waiting.
When Wei Wuxian comes to find his Wens he intercepts and goes with him. They make it in time to save Wen Ning's life and many more prisoners than the last time.
He follows Wei Wuxian to Yiling but stops him from going to the Mounds.
-I was gifted the city of Yiling and some land around it, Wei-gongzi. There's no need to live in the graveyard.
He proceeds to sponsor Wei-Wen people, while coercing and manipulating Wei Wuxian in creating or doing all sort of things (like fixing the Nie's saber problem) until Wei Wuxian finds himself a well connected and supported Sect Leader of Yiling Wei Sect with two most able and ferocious advisors, and also a single father of a three-year old. Single until a very well written proposal to Sect Leader Lan goes from Yiling. Lan Wangji comes with courting gifts before the week ends.
Same year, after a Qin related scandal, Jin Guangshan is deposed as Chief cultivator. Meng Yao becomes the next one with the backing of all great sects and Yiling Laozu. Jin Sect doesn't get a break until Jin Zixuan becomes Sect leader.
nothing pisses me off more than when i see a fic on ao3 talking about reach. "this ship isn't here but i added them for reach" "this fandom tag isn't necessary but i'm adding it for reach" "reposting for reach" STOP IT!!!! this is not tiktok this is not twitter this is an ARCHIVE this is not how it works!!!
I saw a post saying that Boromir looked too scruffy in FotR for a Captain of Gondor, and I tried to move on, but I’m hyperfixating. Has anyone ever solo backpacked? I have. By the end, not only did I look like shit, but by day two I was talking to myself. On another occasion I did fourteen days’ backcountry as the lone woman in a group of twelve men, no showers, no deodorant, and brother, by the end of that we were all EXTREMELY feral. You think we looked like heirs to the throne of anywhere? We were thirteen wolverines in ripstop.
My boy Boromir? Spent FOUR MONTHS in the wilderness! Alone! No roads! High floods! His horse died! I’m amazed he showed up to Imladris wearing clothes, let alone with a decent haircut. I’m fully convinced that he left Gondor looking like Richard Sharpe being presented to the Prince Regent in 1813
*electric guitar riff*
And then rocked up to Imladris a hundred ten days later like
i love shrikes because they’re horrible little carnivores whose feeding habits are grim enough to earn then the nickname ‘butcherbird’ but they look like this
Which for me is, if robots (or AI) aren't smart enough to do menial work (i.e. load dishwasher), they sure as hell aren't smart enough to make art (of any kind) which requieres a lot more, than having limbs.
So maybe people should stop investing in useless AI and robots and just start paying fairly to people who can do this work who already exist? Thus solving a lot of problems (ethics, ecology, security, unemployment to name a few)...
In short, why make robots we (actual people and not CEOs) didn't need, if you can't make robots that actually useful?
As for AI problem in art, specifically writing:
Admittedly there are people who write like that, but we don't call them innovation, we call them either plagiarists or bad writers.