Pro-AI In The Sense Of "they Taught A Bread Scanning Computer To Recognize Cancer Cells" Etc Etc

pro-AI in the sense of "they taught a bread scanning computer to recognize cancer cells" etc etc

against AI in the sense of "we stole artwork from hundreds to thousands of artists, didn't credit them and didn't financially compensate them"

Right now life is a real struggle. And I wanna say I Appreciate and love and thank everyone for their help and thank u for reading this!

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I recently just got outta a real abusive situation with my dad which caused me to have to leave where I was living and I haven’t been stable since. I’ve been staying with my mother since (not biological) and I can tell she’s struggling to care for me all the dogs and all of the family. I had recently got super sick and lethargic and that went on for a month and a haft before the doctor finally figured out what it was. (Will no disclose) I’m barely getting back on my toes. I really need help. My dog recently this past few days been having seizures and it has destroyed me. I could possibly lose my best friend forever.

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He has to be put on medication that unfortunately is fucking expensive for his seizures. And I’m slowly running outta dog food. I will try to pop out as many adopts as I can and maybe lower prices so that it’s easy affordable. My mom had a mental break down the other day because this is killing her. Please I need any help that I can get. I’m even thinking of selling almost all of my ocs expect Angel. I’m getting desperate.. I’m watching my world fall apart.

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-also as far as I mean about clothing and hygiene is like I’m on my last bit of toothpaste and I’ve been using body wash to wash my hair and body (which is so bad) and I don’t have decent clothes most of my clothes have holes in them or they just look nasty and old I’ve had them for years. Can’t go out to nice places or even a job bcs of my clothes

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— here is my Ko-Fi https://ko-fi.com/angellbwunniii

Here is my PayPal @AngelMayy849

here is my cashapp $xoslatttt

If you want to donate or buy comms from me these are what I offer!

I thank you guys for your time 🩵 ik this community has its struggles but ik there are good people here and I thank y’all for everything you do!

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yk when you meet someone just so fucking angelic? like they don't need to say one word and you're already dazzled by them. you don't like them romantically or sexually, you just like them. you like their being and you're so thankful for their existence. with them, there's no sexuality or gender barrier, and I'm saying this bc this one person I'm talking abt is a girl.

I'm heteromantic with very few actual crushes on boys, but ever since the beginning of the school year, there's this girl.

she had this straight messy black hair and this nose that's so beautifully curved and this skin so damn perfect. she wears these baggy clothes and they fit her so well. she walks this specific way where her hands dangle by her sides and her backpack looks so fucking heavy. I have her in band, and she plays the clarinet across from me (i play flute). she's so great, and even when she messes up and you can only hear her breathing through the clarinet she sounds ethereal. there's this perfection to her, but it's not one that makes me insecure or makes me wanna be her. it's one that just makes me want to adore her, like a tall, beautiful Renaissance painting with so much information you stare at it for hours and you still can't comprehend everything going on.

after our first band concert, I walked past her car and saw her through the window. I waved, she waved back with this smile. after that, every time our eyes meet we smile at each other. I always keep smiling for a few more seconds after we've looked away. we never said anything to each other except 'sorry' when we run into each other. I just appreciate her so damn much, it's crazy because I don't know one thing about her expect that she likes Disney bc she has the coolest Disney shirts and that she's maybe Japanese because her name is so cool and every time we have a sub in band they always say her name wrong. they say my name wrong too.

I don't know why I feel like this towards her, but I'm sure it's not a crush bc I can't imagine me dating her or kissing her. what I indeed can picture is us maybe living as roommates, or meeting with a group of friends at a fast food restaurant. I've heard of friend crushes before, where you insanely want to befriend someone, and I think that might be the closest definition.

but not everything needs a definition, right?

I don't need to understand whatever tf it is I feel whenever I see that damn girl to know my feelings are just great to be felt. it's just so positive and awesome and comforting to feel like this, it's like her existence itself is pure warmth, and I know damn well that we know each other from past lives bc it's just too much reciprocated heavenly emotions that we silently exchange for each other.

and I damn well love. it.

I'm already planning the funeral🤞

Reblog to kill it faster

I've read this like 25 times and every time I get butterflies all over again<3

[02:18 am]: seo changbin

“binnie, are you still awake?”

“hmm.”

there’s a silence, changbin seemingly going back to sleep while you try to decide on the best way to get him to agree to your late night escapade plan you’ve been brooding over for the last hour.

it’s not your fault you can’t sleep, and some convenience store ramen or some cheap burger do sound incredibly tempting right now. if only your hunk of a boyfriend wasn’t such a sleepy head, that is.

well, it is 2 am, to be fair. a perfectly reasonable time to be sleepy. also a perfectly reasonable time to get stuffed with junk food on an empty playground, talking about dating worms or the possibility of different universes.

or whatever it is those aesthetic #couplegoals couples do.

you shuffle closer to him, wrapping yourself around him, effectively making him the little spoon. he hums appreciatively, though sleepy, and you can feel his hand come up to rest over yours, lacing your fingers together. you decide to butter him up a little, resorting to littering some kisses on his back, slowly working your way up to his neck.

changbin knows you. he knows your strategy, he’s familiar with your tactics to get him to give in. with a sleepy grumble he frees himself from your grip, turning around to be face to face with you. if he didn’t know that you were about to ask for something he knows he definitely doesn’t feel like doing, he’d coo at you for looking at him so sweetly.

“spit it out,” he grumbles, voice scratchy from sleep, eyes hazy and unfocused. you pout a little from the accusatory tone he has, as justified as it might be, pressing a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth, “what’s that supposed to mean, bin?”

he observes you for a bit, hand eventually coming up to cup your cheek, his eyes carrying a soft look in them now. “baby, we both know you want something. so please, just tell me,” he murmurs, shuffling so your faces are closer, noses practically touching.

placing a few gentle kisses to his lips, your last ditch effort to soften him up enough to agree, “can we go get some snacks? maybe some fries? or ice cream, you were craving ice cream yesterday baby.”

changbin stares at you, his eyes darting all over your face in a desperate attempt to find even the tiniest hint of humour or mischief on your face. “now? now at,” he lifts his head, eyes squinting to read the time on the alarm clock on the bed side table, “at 2 in the morning? baby, really?”

you just nod sheepishly, wrapping your arms around him again and placing a lingering kiss to his jaw. “i think it would be fun.” changbin sighs, closing his eyes in a futile attempt of drowning you out, because every one of your kisses is slowly chipping away at his resolve.

does he want to go out at two in the morning? no, he doesn’t. there is no reason for him to be outside that late, especially not when he could be in bed with you, all cuddled up, warm and cozy instead.

and his love for that warm and cozy feeling is the exact reason he lowly grumbles while getting out of bed, feet dragging against the floor while he searches for a hoodie for you to put on — because it’s the same feeling he gets when you look at him with that lovestruck smile on your face, the same one he knows you’ll give him once you’re happily munching on your ramen later.

“we’re getting ramen.”

part of the bucketlist boyfriends series

*i can’t link it since it won’t show up in tags if i do </3