#god i actually hate how the drawing looks | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

rebelfell · 2 days

Text

Seeing him look sorta pissed is kinda like...😵‍💫

I don't know, I'm feeling like Reefer Rick threw a party. And there are people out in the boathouse smoking the Nice weed. And you get invited out by this guy you've seen before at these things a few times and around town.

And he's perfectly nice and all, but honestly you were gonna tell him "no" until Steve grabbed you by the arm and asked if you were seriously going out there. If you were actually into that guy.

And, um...what the fuck?

He's not your boyfriend, he's not in charge of you. You can do whatever you want. And what is that look in his eye? Is he...no. No way. Absolutely no way is he jealous. And yet...

So you tell him to relax.

And you call him "mom" which he hates.

But then you're slipping your arm into that guy's and Steve has no choice but to follow you out to the boathouse and stand across from you leaning against the wall just like...seething at the sight of you talking with this guy and laughing at him and fucking—did you just touch his arm? What the fuck. Okay, that's it. He's had enough.

He comes stomping over and plucks the joint right out from between your fingers, handing it back to the guy with a scoff and a barely-audible excuse of why you have to go. And maybe you've already gone a little foggy-headed from the weed, but god damn is he kind of hot when he's angry.

So when he starts to drag you away, leading you up the hill towards the cars, you kind of stumble along after him, your body torn between feeling rightfully mad at this caveman-like display, yet also being so, so, so turned on.

And you know it's not exactly gonna be "productive" so to speak, but when he goes to yank open the door, you pull out of his grasp to ask him, in the most level-headed tone you can,

What the fuck is your problem?

And he tries to tell you, he doesn't have a problem. If anyone has a problem here, it's you. Because he just can't believe you would actually go for someone like that. He's not even remotely close to what you deserve. A waste of your time.

"Well, what do you care?" you ask, leaning back against the hood of his car.

Arms folding defiantly. Legs crossing at the ankle, drawing his eyes to them so he follows them up-up-up to the hem of your skirt and the slit in it that shows off the prettiest little triangle of your upper thigh.

It makes him want to put his lips right there, right in that gap, and bite down to leave the impression of his teeth on your skin—like signing his name or writing "mine" so everyone who sees it knows exactly who you belong to. Who owns him.

"I care because..."

He takes a careful step forward. His hands creep up slowly, long fingers flexing with their need to grip onto your waist; shaking with his desire to tug you forward until you're flush against him, feeling how hard his dick is on your hip.

Standing in front of you now, his sneakers on either side of your party shoes, his cologne in the air mixing with the smell of weed that lingers on your clothes, he sucks in a sharp breath and licks his lips as he thinks. You tip your chin to look at him, his striking profile lit up by the moon. His freckles standing out against uncharacteristically pale skin. His mouth still set in a frown that has softened only slightly as he reaches out to follow the lines of your collar bones with his fingertips.

"Because if people knew you were mine, then I wouldn't have to be so worried."

#steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington smut #steve harrington imagine #is this something?#who knows

310 notes · View notes

lolyfortherisk · 2 days

Text

Until i found you

Royal au

King!Charles Leclerc x Lady!reader

From the moment he laid his eyes on you, he knew he was done for. Safe to say he never saw a woman like you before. You were confident, sweet, kind, caring and most of all breathtakingly beautiful.

He tried his best to stay away, but with eyes like yours he could never. One look at you and he already feels himself drowning.

Seeing you doing the basic things makes him rock hard. He lost count on how many times he had to walk in the hallways or sit in the throne room with a hard on. Resulting in him fisting his cock imagining that it was your hand, lips, pussy on him.

When he finally made peace that he can't get you out of his head, he decided that he will try to catch your eye. Look at what he was thinking, for god's sake he was the king. He could have any woman he desires, yet it seems that he can't have you.

He laid in bed wide awake deciding that no matter what he will do or what he will try, he will have you.

No matter what.

👑

You tossed and turned in bed for hours. You're frustrated to the point that you can't close your eyes for more than five minutes.

You sighed in annoyance. What would it take to get him out of your head you don't know. For the love of god he was your king. How could you have such dirty thoughts about him?

He didn't help though. He was the most handsome king that ever ruled. You have to give him that.

He wasn't even meant to be the king, but when the late king Jules gave up his throne to him before his death things have taken a turn of course.

Back to your frustration. There's only one way that would sedate you. Yes, you're ashamed of it but it's the only way you could sleep in nights like these.

So you trailed your hand under your night dress touching yourself imagining it was king Charles who is licking, kissing and touching you.

After you came with a loud scream of his name (that you hope that no one heard or your reputation would be ruined) you finally slept through your haze.

👑

Charles was walking like a mad man through the hallways searching for you, but you were nowhere to be found.

He checked all the places that he knew you like to spend your time at. The lake, the gardens, the hidden spot that only he knew you like to spend hours there. He even checked where the court ladies sit in the afternoon, which resulted in them cornering him with their questions and flirtations.

There was only one place left. The library .He knew you like to spend hours there reading, so when he stepped inside and found you seated by the fireplace your legs dangling from the armrest he smiled and came closer.

You looked up upon seeing a shadow of a man from the corner of your eyes and was startled seeing the king. You jumped to your feet fixing your skirts curtsying while you lowered your head "your grace" you greeted gulping.

"I hope i am not disturbing you lady Y/n " he said. He hated that you lowered your head he can't see your beautiful face and those breathtaking eyes.

You looked up smiling "not at all my king, If you want you can join me for a bit?" He smiled in response. Thinking how would it feel hearing you calling him my king while he...

It's not the time for his imagination to wonder. He needs to focus on you right now. so he sat on the armchair opposite to you motioning for you to sit.

You sat with the book you were previously reading before he interrupted you in your lab.

"if i may ask what are you reading?" He asked curious about the book in your hand

"i read whatever i feel like reading. I read about history, herbs, politics, poems. Anything really" you stopped your rambling. And tried to calm your racing heart that he was so close AND actually talking to you. So you smiled then said dreamily "but right now i am reading a passionate love story. It's really interesting"

He looked deeply into your eyes that seem to draw him in more and more "oh really? Tell me about it" he said

You started talking about the book, then you talked about yourself and Charles did the same then you talked about everything that could possibly be talked about. For the first time you felt this close to someone.

Charles felt the same. He found that you're not just kind and confident. You're also funny, clever, well educated, and a good listener. You're basically everything he was dreaming of.

Time has gone quickly and when you looked out the window you found the sun is going down "oh forgive me my king. I kept you from your duties all this time" you said panicked that you talked a lot and he didn't want to embarrass you so he listened.

He sensed your worries so he assured you "trust me i didn't have much to do. And if i have , talking to you is far more interesting to me" he looked away from your eyes so he can gather his thoughts then said "i hope we get the chance to do this more" he said waiting for your reaction.

Have you gone mad to the point that you started imagining things? No he is actually asking to spend more time with you. of course you can. it's all you have ever wanted.

You tried to contain your excitement but in vain. You smiled widely saying "of course your grace. it would be my honor!"

He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding then smiled and offered to walk you to your chamber. You walked side by side through the hallways.

After you bid him goodnight. You closed the door after you. Standing against it smiling like an idiot.

Tonight you won't be able to sleep but for a whole other reason than the previous night.

You two laid wide awake counting the time till you see each other again.

👑

The next day he took you for a walk in the gardens (which became a regular thing since then), he also took you to the lake every other week so you can have sometime alone. Some days you would have tea together.

Your feelings for each other grew stronger every time you spend time together, or simply looked eyes at court, or walked by each other in the hallways.

Till one day Charles got summoned by his mother. Months back he would dread this. Cause she would bring up the talk of marriage every single time and he would refuse saying he didn't meet 'the one' yet.

But now he can tell her he has. And that is exactly what he is going to tell her.

The guards at the queen mother's door greeted him with "your grace" and a courtesy and he dismissed them. Knocked at his mother's door. Her maid opened the door and greeted him.

"mother." He greeted his mother kissing her cheeks "hello my darling" she said back smiling.

"you summoned me. I hope everything is okay" he said acting clueless but his mother saw through him so she smiled wider

"yes my love i need to discuss some urgent matter with you" she said giving him a cup of tea. And took her own and sat opposite to him.

She took a sip of her tea "i won't give you the 'you're young, strong and handsome king' talk cause you know you're and also I won't say 'every king needs a queen' cause you also know this so" she said rolling her eyes playfully.

He laughed at his mother's way of opening the marriage topic so he played along "and what do you want mother?" He asked.

"well house sine is offering their daughter lady Charlotte to be your queen. So what do you think" she said eyeing his reaction.

He rolled his eyes throwing his head back "well mother sorry to disappoint but i don't see her as my wife." he said

His mother tried to contain her smile but failed "so the rumors are true?" She said looking at him with excitement.

"what rumors exactly?" He asked smiling knowing full well what rumors.

His mother rolled her eyes "that you have fallen for lady Y/n of house martell" she said

"yes mother it's true" he said smiling sheepishly "and i intend to make her my queen" he looked away remembering the time he spent with you, every kiss, every touch, every look made his heart race.

He sighed "i said i would never fall in love. But then i saw her and forgot everything i've ever said. She's everything i have been dreaming of and more. When she is near i feel calm and at peace, I feel alive. I need her so i can live." he said honestly.

His mother smiled. she never thought that her son would love someone that much other than his family yet here he is declaring his love for you like it's the best thing that ever happened to him.

"so the Martells are taking two of my children. I should feel threatened by this" she said jokingly having his older brother marrying a Martell as well.

"i guess i have to send them a letter telling them that we would like to court another daughter of theirs as well" she said then held Charles's face in her hand smiling.

"i am happy for you my boy. I really am. You deserve happiness and love and i am sure that Y/n would give you everything you need" she said then wiped her tears "come on go tell her that she is to be your queen"

He kissed her cheeks and her hands then ran out of her chamber to find you. Everyone was giving him odd looks wondering why the king would run around the hallways with a smile from ear to ear.

He didn't care. All he cares about right now is telling you the good news.

He found you in your hidden spot in the garden stargazing, so he lied down next to you and held your hand. You stayed like this in a comfortable silence till you broke the silence.

"do you think we could be forever this close. Like these stars" you asked softly curious.

He hummed softly "with you I won't settle for anything less than forever."

You came closer resting your head on his chest "but what if you got bored of me" you said your voice breaking "kings always lead on a lot of women and eventually they will wed who offers more, I won't offer you a lot Charles. I am not heir to anything I won't give you gold or land. It's just me."

He kissed your head and spoke softly assuring you "i don't need anything other than you. You're more than enough to me."

He decided that it's time to tell you what he actually came to say "also i think you're late for this talk but whatever" he said playfully.

You frowned turning to face him "what do you mean?" You asked confused.

He turned to you as well smiling "what i mean is that my mother is probably writing a letter to your father right now telling him that i will be marrying you." He said waiting to see your reaction.

You blinked a few times shocked then smiled widely throwing yourself at him. He hugged you with all his strength burying his face in your neck. "I can't believe you actually did it!" You said happily

"i told you that you would be mine no matter what lady Martell" he said kissing your neck softly.

You pushed him away panicked " but what if my father rejected the marriage offer." you said then the question sounded dumb even to your own ears. Why would he reject the king for god's sake?

He rolled his eyes "do you actually believe what you're saying darling?" He said smiling.

"not really no" you said laughing

He pulled you closer so you're straddling him now and looked into your eyes "and even if he rejected i will make you my wife anyway. We will rule side by side forever. And i will fill you with my heirs so everyone in this kingdom knows who you belong to." he said kissing you passionately.

After you broke the kiss he caressed your body resting his forehead against yours.

"Can't wait to call you mine" you said kissing him softly.

"i am yours darling. From now till forever." He said kissing you deeply.

👑

First full length fiction done✔️

Please tell me what do you think😫

Also likes and reblogs would be appreciated ❤️

#f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #f1 #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc #fanfic #lord perceval #until i found you #lolyfortherisk #royal au

131 notes · View notes

sunnitheapollokid · 2 days

Note

hi! i’m praying your reqs are open lmao,, can I please request for a percy’s sister!reader x leo where it’s a whole enemies to best friends to lovers and percabeth were just secretly shipping us from the start 🥹

🪼┊ ༉‧₊˚✧ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃, 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋

↳ leo valdez x daughter of poseidon oneshot ೃ࿔₊

☀️ sunni’s notes : THANK UUUU FOR REQUESTING!! (i loved ur leo angst blurb even though it did hurt me like LORDDD) i will never get tired of writing for this trope 🤞🤞 its just TEWWW good!! SORRY IM TAKING SO LONG WITH THESE REQUESTS I SWEAR IM NOT THIS UNRELIABLE. this one’s pretty long but, this was way too fun to write so i hope you enjoy reading it as much as i loved reading it 💛 anyhoo, sunkisses!! happy reading!!

ೃ࿔₊

WOULD A BOY LIKE YOU LIKE A GIRL LIKE ME!

(name) (last name) hated the way leo was so self-centered. how he was charismatic, and managed to be good at mechanics and ladies alike. she hated the smirk he always had on his face, and how he couldn’t fix his greasy hair or atleast wipe his dirty tank.

COULD SOMEONE LIKE YOU LIKE SOMEONE LIKE ME!

leo valdez hated the way (name) was always swaying her hips like that as she walked. how she was beautiful, and managed to be so, sweet even when the other person happened to be a bitch. he hated the way her hair was always perfect after swimming, but can’t manage to atleast make eye contact with him.

ೃ࿔₊

ANNABETH WATCHED (name) argue with leo for the fifth time in the past week. she sighed, “what are they arguing about now??” percy strode his way beside his daughter of athena girlfriend.

“your sister looked at leo the wrong way and leo started burning her shoelaces.” percy glanced down at the black and burnt ends of (name)’s shoelaces, a chuckle escaping his lips.

“for the last time— i didn’t give you a stank eye!” (name) grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest, upset. leo looked right through her, his brown eyes narrowing at her upset expression. “so stop burning my shoelaces!! i still need them. god.” (name) had made her final point before walking away from the son of hepheastus.

percy walked beside leo, pinching the side of his stomach, “the hell do you think your doing?” percy asked. leo yelped at the pinch, and as well as percy’s appearance. percy had that shit-eating grin that he gave his sister’s pursuers. “don’t give me that look perce, she was totally looking at me weird.”

“awww!” annabeth coo’d, “they remind me of us seaweed brain.” she kissed percy’s cheek. leo’s cheeks flared up a tint of pink, “okay first— where’d you come from?” he pointed to percy. “and second of all, we do not remind you of.. — you, i don’t know whatever, it’s too early for this.” leo rambled, feeling the heat in his ears escalate.

annabeth raised both her brows, “you’re mad at her for looking at you?” she asked him, “isn’t that what you want?” percy continued her sentance.

leo grumbled again, running his fingers through his hair, “ay.. mierda.” he mumbled. “ahhh..” percy sang. “you have a crush on my sister valdez.”

“NO I DONT.”

“… but if i said yes, are you going to kill me?”

“probably.”

annabeth nudged percy hard on the stomach. percy winced in pain, “god she’s got an arm.” the son of poseidon hugged his stomach in pain. “what he means is you should atleast try and show that you’re interested in her. all you’ve ever done is burn her shoelaces, her jacket, and the drawing she was working on the other day!”

annabeth exclaimed, percy in the background groaning in pain. “oh stop being a baby, percy.”

leo sighed, “actually i almost burnt her hair the other day— which.. will be a story.. for another time..” percy’s eyes widened. “is that why she smelt like burnt popcorn the other day?! leo—“ he snarled, annabeth stopping him before he could kill the poor guy.

“be. nice.” annabeth shot at leo before walking away with percy to go engross in something else. “but he was— i’m gonna—“ leo could hear from the short ditsance of the couple.

ೃ࿔₊

IT WAS UNEXPECTED. (name) walked back to cabin three with a light in her chest. “PERCY!” she barged inside. percy jumped, “(nickname), i’m taking a nap here.” she threw a pillow in his face, “hey!”

“leo got me shoelaces to replace the burnt ones and apologized for the other things he’s burnt. THAT’S SO WEIRD?” she whisper-yelled in her brother’s face as she sat on the edge of his bunk. percy rubbed his eyes, the bed head very visible the strands of his jet black hair out and about. “how’s that weird? the guy’s just trying to be nicer. about time.”

(name) agreed, it shouldn’t be weird. but it was just so sudden. then she thought about him, his smile, maybe it wasn’t always a mischievous one. and his tank? no lie, he did look really attractive in it. his smile.. wait didn’t she just think of it?

“(name) you’re as red as frank when he found out about sex.”

she threw another pillow at percy’s face.

ೃ࿔₊

THE SEVEN, (and some added guests) made their way to camp’s lake to go canoing. “alright! so,” annabeth made her way to the front of the group. “me and perce, obviously. frank and hazel. jason and pipes. nico and will. reyna and rachel. (name) and leo. any questions?”

“I DO!”

leo and (name) turned to each other with their hands both raised. “i don’t wanna go canoing with him!” she shot. leo scrunched his brows. “i’m not that bad! i already apologized for all the stuff i’ve burnt!”

“oh yeah, WITH A FROWNED FACE!”

“okay, enough! we can’t have you guys switch, just, manage and don’t try to drown each other?”

leo and (name) hopped in their canoe last, while the others rushed to go look around. “hey, i’m suppose to be in the back. the leader’s in the back.” (name) shot again, “oh yeah? and who made you leader?” leo put his foot in the back seat. (name) snarled, putting her own foot in the back.

“me. daughter of poseidon.” leo chuckled with a smug smile, “that was cringe.” (name) hit him on the head with her oar.

leo let her be leader.

ೃ࿔₊

AFTER A BIT, (name) had grown tired and leo offered to paddle on his own. weird. instead, she played with the water with her fingers and listened to the birds in the forest. leo watched her, his lips curving into a small smile.

“you’ve been canoing yeah?” leo asked. “sure. percy’s usually always the one paddling though, since he’s faster.” the curly-head latino nodded, listening to her words slip out like honey. wait what?

he flushed at the thought, shaking it away as he paddled and looked away from her in attempts to help him calm down.

their canoe was nudged, slightly moving. “what was that?” leo breathed, hugging his oar. (name) furrowed her brows at him, “what was what?” the canoe was nudged by something underneath again. “that!” in a panicked voice, leo sat by (name) and gripped her arm. “leo the canoe! it’s gonna lose—“

the canoe tipped over to the back flipping them underwater. the two held their breath, while (name) held leo’s waist as she brought them up to the surface. leo couldn’t swim, it was obvious by the way he was coughing and struggling to catch his breath.

“it’s just an otter!” (name) sang with a smile, the baby brown creature swimming away. “it’s adorable!” she coo’d. leo had his arm around (name)’s neck as he clutched his chest, continuing to pant. (name) kept her arms around his waist, “god you look terrible.”

his hair and ‘chb’ shitt damp, leo shot her a glare. “this is unfair.” he looked at her very dry hair and very dry shirt. she kicked underwater to keep them afloat, a giggle escaping her lips.

their laughs harmonized as they stayed in the water.

the two became inseperable since then. they were an unstoppable duo, fireboy and watergirl. they called them. they landed a lot of pranks around camp, usually did duties together, and even after percy offered (name) to go together to sally’s place after the end of summer, she insisted she’d stay with leo.

ೃ࿔₊ end of summer.

“hey watergirl, canoing?” leo walked inside cabin three with an oar in his hand. “HELL YEAH!!” camp half-blood was pretty empty, with only about ten other campers around to stay all-year round because of non-existent homes they couldn’t go to.

and since it was almost fall, you could smell the crisp of autumn air and the breeze that constantly pinched your skin. leo and (name) hopped into their canoe and began their paddling, “(name)?” leo hummed as (name) played with the water, just like last time. “yeah?” she giggled.

leo melted into her smile, “i have something for you.” (name)’s eyes gleamed. leo always made her things, but for some reason, this felt extra special. leo clicked his tongue, almost sort of in animal call and an otter swam closer to them.

(name)’s lips parted as the cuddly otter held out a silver heart locket in it’s hands. “take it watergirl, come on.” leo motioned his head to the otter. (name) had her jaw dropped, taking the locket and opening it. — a picture of them inside.

“(name), i’ve liked you forever now, and .. sorry.” he trembled a smile. (name) lifted her head look at him in the eye, “oh my gods leo. i, i love it.” she beamed, (name) made her way towards him. “(name)! you’re gonna tip the canoe!” leo laughed. “i don’t care!” she laughed with him, kissing him as she kneeled in-between his legs.

closing their eyes and feeling the moment, it was too late to realize that their canoe was tipping, and they had been flipped once again.

(name) brought leo again, up to the surface, and since (name) had been giving him lessons, he wasn’t too winded from the previous canoe-flipping sitch. they laughed together again, and this time,

(name) had chosen to get her hair and shirt damp. “you can say you got me flipped, watergirl.”

“cringe.”

“hey! it was cute! c’mon!!”

#— sunni adores leo (ꈍᴗꈍ)♡#leo valdez #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez oneshot #leo valdez fic #leo valdez headcanons #heroes of olympus x reader #heroes of olympus #pjoverse #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson fic

138 notes · View notes

bogkeep · 24 hours

Text

grousing about ai art stuff

every time i open twitter (my mistake) there's a new thread on how to spot ai art or ai photos by finding all the mistakes in it, and like obviously this is useful and it's good to watch out because they kEEP SHOWING UP EVERYWHERE AHHH HELL WORLD HELL WORLD, but it's also a little depressing that we're training ourselves to nitpick all kinds of details within a piece of art.

like even before the artifically generated image boom randos on twitter would reply to fully finished illustrations with the most asinine unsolicited advice possible. art's gonna be flawed sometimes! i'll draw someone in a weird pose because of vibes! i'll wing a hand! i don't fucking know what a house actually looks like!!! like yes of course the way a human artist creates flawed art is different from the way an algorithm doesn't actually know what anything looks like because it has no mind. it doesn't know shit. so it's not that it's UNRELIABLE but it's like. it's like... i've been telling myself and others every time i'm struggling to make something look Just Right that actually nobody i going to be staring as hard at my art as i am while making it. if i don't point it out people aren't likely to notice unless they are going through it with a fine toothed comb BUT NOW WE ARE DOING THAT APPARENTLY. WHICH IS ANYONE'S PEROGATIVE AND FAIR ENOUGH! PEOPLE CAN LOOK AT MY ART HOWEVER THEY WANT IT'S FINE

but it's ALSO so depressing to consider having to analyse every single piece of art you come across like that my goddddddd i just wanna enjoy it!! i wanna enjoy art!!!! i mean the main reason i finally stopped going on twitter regularly was during the NFT boom and i got so tired of having to vet every single artist i came across to make sure i wasnt retweeting nft stuff. like that really ruined my previously enjoyable experience of LOOKING AT NICE ART ON MY FEED WITHOUT PSYCHOLOGICAL WARFARE.

god another thing that happened during the dark nft times was how certain art styles tended to be nfts. and i don't mean the ugly apes and stuff, like of course there's those, but there were a lot of artists who sold their souls to crypto and there was just a certain Vibe to a lot of those styles. like i got a sixth sense for it, i would see a piece of art by an unknown artists and when i checked - yep, that was a crypto guy now. and you know what!!!! i hated that!!!! i hate that it ruined entire art styles for me!! AND NOW ARTIFICIALLY GENERATED IMAGES ARE DOING THE SAME!!!!! like what tends to tip me off is less because i spotted some wonky hand or a weird flap but because the style is a popular one for the ai bros to imitate. you know what i mean right!!!!!! it's kind of how the ai photos look a bit too clean and crisp and smooth in an unsettling way. it just pings the brain a bit.

ULTIMATELY the absolute main method i have for filtering away ai images isn't so much looking for mistakes, but by checking sources. it's the same way i check that i'm not reblogging from reposting accounts Because That's A Thing I Care About Too - if there's no description or the description seems off and i don't recognise the OP, i check the original post/blog to see what's up. if the image gives me a weird vibe, i check where it comes from and who posted it. oftentimes the comments on posts with ai images will point it out - they're not always accurate and there's definitely been times where people are a little too trigger happy to accuse art of being AI... but it can be a good lead or confirm suspicions. on one hand, i don't want to do detective work while im having chill scrolling time, but on the other hand - i already had this habit for other reasons, so it's less disruptive to me than the alternative. it also helps that it's very rare for ai shit to turn up in my tumblr feed. i don't want to keep looking over my shoulder!!

(also for anyone who wants a little bit of optimism in the middle of all this, here's an episode of Better Offline podcast that outlines how it's very unlikely for generative ai to actually get much better. here's the part two also.)

#we live in the stupidest timeline

38 notes · View notes