One of the most appalling things about religion is that someone can be overwhelmingly complimentary about [insert a mountain of qualities they admire] towards you and do a perfect 180° turn the second you mention you're [insert thing they think should be wiped off the face of the earth, like queer].
30 Unicorns - watercolor
This is available as an original painting and as prints - www.inprnt.com/gallery/kness/
Dredging the internet, which is full of both intentional and unintentional misspellings. It's also modeling it after other people's use of words instead of your own. Which would explain why it keeps suggesting words I would never use and misspellings that I wouldn't make.
I've seen a couple of articles saying that the recent plunge in autocorrect functionality is because most of the companies have switched it to AI. So what you're getting is not suggestions drawn from a reliable source or an internal database of correct spellings and suggestions. It's -
I do not like this gen AI
I do not like what it implies
I do not want it in my art
I do not think it makes you smart
I do not want it in my games
I do not like its goals and aims
I do not want it in my books
I do not like the way it looks
I do not like it, I don't care
I do not want it anywhere
These two are just the cutest, most smitten pair and they brighten my day every time they pop up laughing together!
I looked that up and it looks / sounds amazing! Wow the traditional pancakes are looking a little sad right now LOL
big deer little deer
#deer 🦌
Although there's also a common joke that the mosquito is the state bird of Florida and those are even more common here.
Florida's state bird is the mockingbird and they are a very common sight where I live.
A drawing of a ghost cat snuggling with a black cat. The caption reads, "you matter, and you always will"
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Thank you; it's devastating and I'm so sorry you've felt this pain too. That's what I'm trying to remember; the bond isn't broken. They remain with us and in everything we do moving forward.
My mother passed this morning. I just want to sit on the floor like a child and call for my mommy. But she can't come anymore and tell me it's going to be okay. She won't ever again.
That tends to be my opinion. If the being isn't human, there's no point in trying to define it by human standards of morality or normality.
... technically Meredith hates her husband so much that one day she's going to murder him because it's faster and simpler than divorce, but I wouldn't call her crazy. She's amoral. And very done. With everything.
trust issues, like Cardinal, that make having healthy relationships difficult. I guess my best example is the Moon Mother, who isn't even remotely human and who is often called the Mad Goddess because she's unpredictable and embodies Mania.
I generally try to avoid attributing words like "crazy" or "insane" to my characters. Several are afraid of being seen as "crazy" or have been seen as "crazy" because they perceive the world differently and/or have mental health challenges. Some, like Candy, have serious anger issues or
It always feels like all the wrong people die, but I think it’s because there are far more beloved people than there are bastards.
I'd tell them of the awful finality of a quiet, little world that's ending and how much I hate being the last one standing.
Honestly, if they really wanted to know what I'm thinking, I was thinking there will be no one left who remembers my childhood but me. No one who remembers my siblings or my grandmother or her. Just me. Only me.
I don't really know how I could justify the pain that would inflict; I'd just be passing the suffering on to other people.
I don't normally share personal information but I see no harm in talking to myself here. They tell me she won't live much longer. They ask me if I have thoughts of ending my life. I think that would be peaceful; no more struggling, no more grief, no more suffering. But no.
I think the hard truth is there will never be enough time. I'll always ask myself if I could have done more as a caretaker. Said I loved her more often. Been kinder. Paid attention more. Spoken more. But I tried. I really did try.
The world has mostly forgotten that a deranged goddess saved the world from annihilation because she had a furry and vore fetish and proposed passionate love to an eldritch horror that consumes entire planets. Then again, it predated recorded history. Probably for the best.
A drawing of two rabbits sleeping among pillows and a quilt
you and I #art (wallpapers below!)
bank accounts are overfull, but there's a special sense of betrayal to seeing it starting to become increasingly more common in fandom spaces.
Oh Pandora, put that box back where it came from. I can just picture someone saying "What a cool idea! I know an AI voice program for that!" without even a pause for the irony to sink in.
I get it, though. AI is infesting everything. I expect it from techbros who are as morally bankrupt as their
... On this, as much as on almost all current events, I confess myself utterly dumbfounded. And frustrated beyond words. It would be **GOOD** if they relocated, but that would go against decades of accepting bribes.
Penelope/Pumpkin will never convince her sister Candy that she's in a happy, stable relationship that works for her own unconventional needs. In the end, they agree to avoid discussing the topic and so Pumpkin can never share all of her life. That lack of acceptance will always hurt.
Orin will never reconnect with his family or live among his own kind again. He will always be a person who died and came back as something Other, something Wrong. If they knew, they would never accept him. And if they did, the return of a dead heir could cause civil war. He won't do that to them.
