Your post about art vs content got me thinking about the differences between the two. To me there is no difference besides the mindsets. One is of creator and the enjoyer, the other is content and consumer it removes the personhood, the joy/emotion, from the equation. Like a writer or video creator may not see their work as art so content creator maybe a way to refer to themselves comfortably but it sounds so machine, emotionless and lifeless, like a cookie cutter recipe mass producing something verses people lovingly crafting something...then again Disney uses a cookie cutter recipe for the most part and it brings out bangers cause people lovingly make it their own so maybe I'm thinking too hard on this

Does my long-winded rant make sense?

see, I get what you mean, but I still feel like the willingness to entertain calling art of any kind "content" reduces it to the facet of consumption where in reality, the experience of consuming art is not the sole defining trait of it.

Reducing arts like music, writing, painting, dance, voice acting, theater, etc. to the role of "content"- a thing created to be consumed, measured and valued by how pleasant or easy it is to digest- I feel that it was our biggest red flag to herald the incoming tide of AI "art".

Because if art is "content", if arts are nothing but consumable matter, then obviously the key to success is to produce as much soft, tasty, edible paste as we possibly can at the lowest possible expense.

It's the same issue I have with "meal replacements", diet culture, nutrient slurries, twenty-step skincare routines, 24/7 body padding and shapewear and laxative teas and "grind culture". It's not a cause, but a symptom, of the disease that is late-stage capitalism.

Things must be produced at low cost and remain in high demand forever. Things must be perfect and palatable and the new hit trend forever. People must pay hand over fist to consume without asking anything in return, and if they start dropping like flies at the unending unrewarded thankless demand of it all, then that must be treated as a weakness. We should all take pride in how much we can spend, pay, give, produce, and think as little as possible about what we ask for ourselves.

So, who cares if, of two identical paintings, one was made by a person and one was made by a computer program? It's the same work, so what does it matter? What does it matter?

I am an artist. I make art. I ask a question, make a statement, declare something horrific or challenging or upsetting or wrong or grotesque, and when you respond, we are together experiencing a conversation. We are existing, two people living one life and reaching out and touching across time and space. No matter the work, you're at the barest minimum saying, "I'm alive, and you're alive, and at one time or another we shared this same world, and at the end of the day we aren't too terribly different. My heart is worth sharing, and your heart is worth the struggle of understanding."

An AI-generated piece, a computer-generated voice, a CGI puppet of someone long since dead and gone, they cannot speak. They have no voice. Ay best, they are the most chewable, consumable, landlord-beige common denominator possible that you can sit and listen to like the lone survivor of a shipwreck listening to the same three songs on a broken record, and at worst, they're the uncaring vomit of an empty, unloving, value-addled hack wearing the skin of someone I know over their own.

When you abandon art to say that you make content, that should not be a point of pride. That's an embarrassment. That's not sitting down for an intelligent discussion with an equal, that's kneeling at the feet of the crowd and saying, "what do you want to see me do? I can be anyone you've ever loved. I can be them, I can be anyone, as long as you love me."

I can make content. I can be consumed. What do you want to consume? I'll make myself consumable. I'll make myself just like anything you like. And I'll make so much of it that you'll never have to go anywhere else, because it'll all be right here, and under all the cut-and-paste schlock you've seen before I will sit alone in the dark and the silence and I will know that I am safe, because I am valued, because I am desired, and I need to be desired or else I am worthless like a factory that no longer churns out steel or a hen that no longer lays eggs or a cow that is too old to make milk.

Content, the most literal meaning, is something which is contained inside a container. What it is doesn't really matter, and the best it can hope to be is something worthy of being scooped out and used.

Art is an experience that transcends value. Art is something you can eat without paying for. You can make it out of anything and anyone can do it. It can be crude and vulgar and bad, and that's a strength because it means something. It always, always means something, and it doesn't matter if you like it or not. It's not content because it doesn't fill anything. It's a living, breathing thing, and whether you want to birth it or eat it, then you're going to have to be willing to put the fucking work in

1.2k sewis. The Winner’s Room. past tense

It isn’t until the main course — and seven bottles of wine in — that the conversation turns to the world champion’s pick for The Room. Sebastian, as par on course for the night and most of the weekend, is the focus of the chatter.

Everyone knows that Lewis only ever used his turns twice. He was the first ever driver to refuse to choose for The Winner’s Room ceremony. It didn’t earn him any goodwill or love but then again, Mick thinks, that has never been why Lewis does what he does. It is one of the things that Mick respects most about him.

(It is one of the things that he dislikes most about him. Mick has never done well with envy.)

"They've never shared a Room," Daniel is saying loudly, because Daniel says everything loudly.

He pauses, mouth slack at the corners.

He frowns.

There is an expression on Valtteri's face, which is enough of a concern without Mick realising that this is what he looks like when he's planning murder. He doesn't look at Lewis, who has stopped talking beside Sebastian, focused completely on Daniel.

Guanyu refills his glass to the brim and promptly swallows half of it.

"Wait," Daniel says, like a gunshot. "There was that one year, I think?"

He turns in his seat, swaying, and calls out Sebastian's name. Sebastian leans back in his chair, the ends of his hair brushing Lewis's bare forearm, half dangling off of the back of Sebastian's seat and half on his shoulders.

Lewis's fingers are curled into the side of Sebastian's collar.

"Sebastian," Daniel says again.

"Daniel," Sebastian replies.

"When did you and Lewis do The Room again? It was before '17, right?"

Sebastian hums. Valtteri's expression has grown it's own presence, seating itself at the table. Mick feels the urge to hunch in his shoulders to make himself a smaller target. He doesn't like not knowing the blast radius.

Lewis's mouth is doing the thing that he does when he would give nearly anything in the world to be wearing his sunglasses right at this moment. Mick remembers being smaller, with bonier wrists, and his dad pointing it out to him as if it was the funniest thing ever.

"2013," Sebastian says casually, eyes calm. He blinks. Daniel scrunches up his nose as he tries to remember.

Everyone goes that bit more still as the knowledge that it was Sebastian who picked Lewis, but even more importantly, it was during a time when they weren't even friends, sinks in.

Mick has known this for a long time but still, he has no idea what to do with it. He has never asked Sebastian if it had anything to do with Nico, or worse, with Mark.

Mick has known him for over ten years, and in that time, Sebastian has never given nor asked for a straight answer. It's not as endearing as he likes to say it is.

It would be cruel to ask Lewis.

Mick does not like being cruel.

"Yeah, it was 2013," Daniel agrees as if Sebastian himself hadn't just said it. "I always forget about that."

George looks like he's about to burst. Pierre isn't doing much better. Guaunyu seems to have acquired another glass and is drinking out of the two of them with several straws.

Valtteri has gone unnaturally still. Yuki eyes him from behind Pierre, fascinated.

"Was it just one of those things, you know? Like, fuck it, yeah, why not? Be a bit of a laugh."

"Something like that."

"Huh."

And then: "Well, c'mon, who gave it to who? I know Mark told me but I can't remember. Head's like a sieve." A laugh.

"Hmm." Sebastian says nothing else, only smiles placidly.

It doesn't matter. Daniel has smelt blood in the water.

He and Valtteri rowed recently, Mick knows. The best way to hit back at Valtteri is to go after Lewis, Mick also knows.

"I never got fucked," is all Lewis says, quiet. He could be saying it is raining outside. It's the same voice he used when Toto told him Mick was going to be their reserve driver, and he just said, yeah, cool, for sure, before remembering that there is protocol and social niceties to observe and properly congratulated him, smiling wide.

Sometimes, Mick can understand the urge that some of the other drivers have, especially the older ones, to shake Lewis until something, anything, falls out.

It is tiresome to remind yourself that people owe you nothing but Mick tries to do it anyway. His mother taught him well.

"No?" Daniel asks. "And what about now?"

Fernando is mimicking eating something out of his hands. An ass, maybe. Or an apple. Lewis doesn't look at him.

He opens his mouth to say something terrible and most likely going to send several people here to an early death. Mick has realised over the last few months that Lewis is, like, sort of awful and that he should be grateful that he is so busy with all his different charities and rich bitch friends who eat hummus and whale sperm and whatever to have enough time to be a cunt like he used to be.

Jenson, it turns out, has a lot of opinions.

"Why." Valtteri's eyes are bright. His hands are flat on the table. Sebastian raises an eyebrow. He's fucking amused, Mick realises. Like a fucking lunatic.

Gina doesn't like the term lunatic. She says it's inaccurate and unfair. Mick thinks it anyway.

"Are you asking," Valtteri continues. Mick wonders if the lack of inflection is a Finnish thing or a Valtteri thing. Mika is Mick's main and pretty much only frame of reference to Finland. But Mick has been told he deserves his own box and should not be compared to anyone else.

"How's everyone doing tonight?" Their waiter is tall and broad shouldered and dark haired. He has a beard. Mick fights the urge to tell him that he may have just saved Daniel Ricciardo's life right now. "Do you need anything else?"

"No, thanks," Sebastian grins. "We're doing just fine."

"Actually," Fernando cuts in, and Kevin looks up at the ceiling beside Mick with the same twist to his face that he always gets around Guenther. "Do you happen to have any peaches?"

Maybe these will do?

Caterpillar kid- trauma related to being autistic and allism. (Allism being autistic specific ableism)

Wasp kid- trauma related to being considered violent/having anger issues but it was more so lashing out due to mistreatment. Can be related to ird, BPD, bipolar, aspd, etc related but doesn't have to be.

Chickadee kid - trauma related to babysitters/babysitting, usually via mistreatment from said caregiver.

Unicorn kid- trauma related to homophobia/homophobic slurs/ being a victim of and/or witnessing a homophobic hatecrime.

Peacock kid - trauma related to neglect, body shaming and/or abuse by parents who were more concerned about their image to the public/church/friends/etc than their child's health, often dressing the child in ways they didnt want, forcing them to smile for pictures, telling them to hide their tears/marks/etc.

Monkey kid- trauma related to sports/physical activities/coaches and/or gym class.

Pugkid- trauma related to being called ugly and unattractive. Not nessesarily body shaming/weight related though

Huskykid- trauma related to yelling and loud verbal abuse, can also include abuse via using loud noises to hurt someone.

Hawkkid- trauma related to medical gaslighting.

And lastly

Mousekid- trauma related to being embarrassed and/or degraded as a form of punishment/discipline, usually from parents/caregivers/teachers/etc. This can include not allowing them to go to the bathroom till they wet themselves, shaving hair off, forcing them to stand outside and wear an embarrassing sign, etc.

I hope that's not too much, don't feel pressured to do them all :)

If not, please focus on peacockkid, mousekid- and huskykid, they are the most important to me though all are important.

Since there’s so many, I’ll post them over a while! And I hope it’s okay if I change mousekid to hamsterkid, since mouse is already taken :)

I am exhausted all the time

and

I have friends who value me

who pull tears from my eyes

who make me seen

and

I have spirits who wrap their hands around me

who whisper to me

who wont give me up

Mariana

Octopus rock. If you see it...

But the alternative I see is the ocean.

The weather is grey and the water reflects it with a greenish sheen. At least that's what I'd like to see but I know that water's surface is just as grey as the sky.

Rocks protrude from the water nearing its shallows, separating better than the invisible line from where the sky meets the waves. The foam scatters around them, rippling with the same unease of the weather that formed them.

The pale visage of a canvas, faint and not particularly captivating, outlines a lonesome sailboat in the distance as it gently sways along the shore. It's bleak, but sitting in the sand is strangely comforting...

For some who don't mind the urging wind.

Saki, this is BEAUTIFUL!!!

both the rock, which is a VERY COOL ROCK, and the little piece??? goodness, the imagery you have here is nothing less than stunning (and also so very comforting)

thank you so much ♡

you are perfect in every way a person can be

Stop 🥺🥺🥺😭 this is a very very sweet thought but I promise you it’s far from the truth!

I am a very flawed being but im out here trying to do the best I can considering the circumstances

Anyways you’re a sweetheart and we should get married

Hi, sending you Chaos and love, love you bye 💙💚🇮🇪

There is so much chaos here!! I'm loving it!! Love you Sam 💕💕💕

I didn't see you for nearly 5 years and when I did we talked for hours and hours and it was so easy and my hands shook and I thought I'd have been filled with anger and instead there was just "I love you"

We hung out all the time and then you pulled back

So I stopped taking your 3am calls, even though they didn't. I stopped coming over most weeks and I took my distance.

But even at arms length, we hang out and spend all night talking until 7am and then I try to fall asleep in your bed and I can't because my head is buzzing

You took me out to the preserve you spend hours upon hours at, and showed me the view you stare at over the valley for hours. We shot arrows and walked among the camas while you told me about the projects the kids in your care are accomplishing, and we laid in the early spring sunlight together and laughed and laughed

And when we spend time together you hum or sing in every spare moment, and the smile never leaves my face and you insist on staying up even when you're falling asleep next to me and

It fills my chest it fills my head it bursts out of my throat and my fingers

I love you, I love you, I love you

I look out over the valley and I take pictures of the mushrooms while you point out the hazel stalks and oak trees scarred by ancient fires

I look out over the flooded fields and savor the sweetness of blackberries while the scratches on my hands still sting from retrieving them

I remember looking out over the canyons alone

I remember calling you family

You're the first person I still want to share news or a joke with

It kills me because

I love you

I love you

Fuck

wouldn't it have been even more awful if neil had watched his father kill his mother

GDI I had someone I remembered in the shower that I was like "Oh Alicen would like him" but I forgot. HOWEVER. Seeing Mihari in your inbox made me think, will you join us in Teisel Bonne hell?

HELLO SAILOR!!!

WHAT IS HE FROOOOM?!

hi! if you’re a fan of tma, then you’ve probably seen/listened to the teaser! Well guess what! there’s puzzles there too!! and as an avid fan of args and cryptography, I could NOT pass this opportunity up, so I’m writing a somewhat  personal masterpost of all of the stuff I figure out, in hopes that you are intrigued (or maybe even want to help!). im gonna put the meat under a cut, but please keep reading if you’re interested! I will add to this post if i figure more stuff out

TL;DR:statement remains. keep your eyes peeled for oct 30th !!

EPISODE DESCRIPTION:

the episode description in spotify is as follows:

“7V?UOEdDb7B-9W`H>[n7AhG3$ATAo0@V?lrB6JQG+F/-BB6%F(@<=^@$<L\[@3B5q/0IH*G%G<0EbBM;6?$RHDfTD?+F/!?Aft`(H$CHLDdmBm+EhBM\ “

this is in base85, so decoding from that gives:

“Fgngrzrag Erznvaf. Ner lbh fgvyy yvfgravat?

Wbva hf, Guvegvrgu Bpgbore, yrgf gnyx nobhg vg.”

which is a rot13, aka caesarean cipher. decoding that, we get:

“Statement Remains. Are you still listening?

Join us, Thirtieth October, lets talk about it.”

SO! Oct 30th is an important date! probably another trailer, or a livestream, or (slightly less possibly imo) an episode drop!

IN THE ACTUAL AUDIO:

listening to the teaser, you can hear what sounds like very quiet reversed speech after “huh?”. I’ve been playing around with it, but I haven’t completely figured this clue out yet. I have created a google drive folder with all of the stuff on this particular clue. the original audio is in there too since I am admittedly not great with audio editing. i also threw some spectrograms in there but i don’t think those amount to too much at this moment.

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1krn3fsyZ0mMavXFUVxIjB9N6Pp7lyGR8?usp=sharing

the reversed speech, when converted, sounds very whispery, and I think I hear the word “sleep” at some point, but it’s very hard to tell from how I am able to edit it.

10/15 edit: the audio repeats the phrase, “Statement remains.” it’s just really fuckin distorted.

that’s all for now! thanks for reading!

→ Study 𝐗𝐈𝐈: Long forgotten language of the heaven —Angelii—

Starting the game from scratch in the NA server reminded me that in one of the temples of the Four Winds in which we go with Kaeya, there’s an Abyss Mage that speaks Enochian, also described as the language of the angels / celestial language. What’s more interesting is that there is this description of the mages in general:

They say abyss mages utter a long-forgotten language from which they draw magical power.

Alongside the language used in Enkanomiya which is presumably the common tongue of the Old World (within the Era of the Saints), also forgotten, this would make two old languages not known by regular people these days. It’s also interesting that the fact that abyss mages need to resort to using Enochian / Angelii is their means to tap into elemental power —perhaps denied to them as in their human days they weren’t allogenes—, and it’s even more interesting to think about the notion that angels or other celestial beings of back from the Era of the Saints could have access to elemental energy.

It’s implied that Dain is knowledgeable of this language as seen in We Will Be Reunited, as there is a moment when he deciphers what a message says and that’s when he discovers what the Abyss Order plans to do in regards of a mechanized god as well as the Loom of Fate operation. As one last curiosity, what the abyss mage says is: Gohus, chiso vonph which roughly means I say, they are / shall be wrath.

🧿🪬. Okay but i have this really bad habit of thinking about the worst outcomes but lemme list out what is good about my life rn and what good things happen to me continuously

*i have a healthy body

*I'm managing my anxiety well.

*i am graduating with a very good degree

*i read and can converse about things I'm really passionate about.

*all negative people get taken out and only people with good intentions are in my circle.

*i have no man in my life bringing me down.

*i have an amazing home.

*i always get gifted with amazing products and almost everything i wishlist in my mind gets to me in two-three months time.

*i practice yoga and meditation regularly.

*i literally have a good closet rn.

*i have relatives who i love and look upto in extremely good postions and in top 10% of the world. If they can do it i can do it too.

*i have good online radfem and women community.

*I'm learning how to sew and dance.

*i healed from ed and am working on furthering my knowledge so it might help others too.

*i have complete freedom to be anything i wish to.

*i can be single and well off. I have such women around my parent's community.

*my muma and papa are seeking help for their own issues.

*i have more speaking opportunities coming my way and i get recognised for it again and again.

*i am forgiving and moving ahead every moment. I'm unlearning shame.

🪬🧿💗

I want to write a 11 paragraph essay on the queerness of fatness and the queerness of disability and the intersection of those communities and the 2SLGBTQIA+ community.

If only I had the energy.

Hcs time!! >:3

-Jade absolutely loves using you as an arm rest. If you get annoyed/tsun about it then he finds it more amusing, but if you REALLY don’t like it he’d stop and apologise

-Floyd absolutely also tried to use you as an arm rest but Jade “dealt” with that and now Floyd only really touches you when he squeezes you (which is a little less common, thankfully)

-He doesn’t do it a whole lot - only as a “treat” or if you ask him to - but he LOVES picking you up. Princess carry, piggyback, anything. He just likes holding you so your feet don’t touch the ground. You’re trusting him. It makes him happy.

-You have a game where you like to sneak increasingly big things into each other’s rooms without the other noticing. Neither of you acknowledge it verbally. Currently Jade is winning with sneaking an entire piano into your room. Also, Azul keeps asking if you’ve seen his piano.

-Jade LOVES flustering you, but he refuses to tell you that you fluster him more often than he lets on. Especially when you hold his hands.

I hope you like the headcanons!!! >:3

RHEA OH MY GOODNESS??? this is a whole FEAST of headcanons!!!

YES. considering that there's more than 30cm (over a foot) of height difference between us, he ABSOLUTELY rests his arm on me. he's also a very physically affectionate lad, so... yeah

Floyd's much more teasing about it (when he does go into "you're my armrest now" mode, and before he was "encouraged" to stop)

that's so cute!! and considering that I only like being picked up by people I trust, also, very accurate. (I am also picking Jade up. as best I can, and as much as he allows)

and this is a rather fun game. the piano is impressive, since it would have been quite a task to move, even with magic. there's also occasionally the idea of number rather than size... but that is a much less frequently occurring element ^v^

aw, he tries so hard to stay composed ♡ the times he does become truly flustered, though... those are really grand

I saw ur post about coping skills and learning to be alone, I'm working on being alone. Working hard on things I love is a good distraction for me, but also nurturing my platonic relationships and my family that I do have a connection with. I'm trying to figure out what I like, not what a boyfriend I've had liked so I adopted it. I listen to podcasts because it helps me not feel so lonely. I've found I really love movies, I try to make a list of them when I'm in a good mood so when I'm exhausted I can just put something on. It helps me to keep a really clean house because it helps my mental health to have a clean environment but also cuz it keeps me busy. My pets have been huge for my mental health. They keep me company and keep me moving. In terms of coping skills that don't have to do with being alone: Walking my dog is really helpful, I leave my phone at home and just try to focus on the walk. I try not to eat fast food too often. I genuinely feel like that helps me feel better emotionally. I like the term "loving food", I try to put food into my body that shows my body I love it. And finally, I talk back to myself when I have a negative thought. In particular if it's a fixated thought about myself or another person (I hate myself or like, that person didn't acknowledge me when I said hello, do they hate me?) I challenge it every single time. When I have repetitive thought like the same thought over and over or a series of thoughts I do something to break the cycle like recite the lyrics to a song or list things that I love or are positive in my life. My thoughts really can get the best of me so I try mantras paired with deep breathing. A good one for me is "I did everything I could today (while breathing in), now it's time to rest (while breathing out). That one is to get me to go to sleep. It can be anything, try a couple and find what works for you. Okay and this is one that's very personal and not for everyone take this with a grain of salt. I am trying to be completely sober. No alcohol no pills (other than prescribed) no weed. I have smoked weed and did drugs and drank most of my life. Having absolutely nothing to drown the pain in has helped me learn to cope with out. I know your sober but still smoke weed, it's just something to think about. It really has helped me. Okay I know this is a ton but I genuinely care so much and I know we don't really know ezchother (just on the internet lol) but if any of this helps you just a little bit then I'm so glad. You got this. You are an incredibly strong woman. You deserve to be so happy 😊

Thank you so much omg.. I really appreciate you taking the time and energy to send all of this love and advice my way!

I will definitely try my best to apply these things to my life <3

You are strong and deserve to be happy too. Thank you so much again 😭

You’ve been so helpful and I’m really thankful for you!