i told my mom about the “sorry about your bf” memes a week or so ago and she’s obsessed with them she loves your boyfriend so much she’s constantly putting him in crazy scenarios and absolutely loving it
she had a dream last night that she was a waitress and she was pouring water into a girl’s cup for her and saw a bug in it and was like “oh no i’m so sorry there’s a bug in your water” and the girl was like “oh no it’s fine that’s just my boyfriend” and then picked him up by the back of his shirt and pulled him out of the water and he was coughing and sputtering
she said the girl set him down on the table while my mom kept apologizing to her and she was just like “oh it’s fine it happens all the time he’ll dry off no worries”
Hey so we told my mom about your boyfriend. Yeah she’s been putting him in scenarios and situations ever since. Yeah sorry she’s not been this into something in years, sorry.
no bc she’s literally texting me abt your boyfriend from the church pew mid sermon she can’t get him off of her mind he’s like a little plaything to her
Dude, I got the same person (with different username of course) and had a whole freaking conversation with them before I blocked them and only after I had seen this with the exact same messages I got, did I realize,
i’m starting a movement to stop calling this shit “artificial intelligence” cause it’s fucking not. it’s not intelligent, and the things it produces are not informed by logical choices. it doesn’t know how to research sources for you. it doesn’t compose art thoughtfully or meaningfully.
call it machine-generated, text generator, chat bot, but it’s not intelligent.
I was a cheerleader at university, this was in the UK so not serious at all, but we did go and compete at Nationals which were being held in Bournemouth, a fair distance from our uni in London. One of the girls was like “omg you can stay at my house! My parents live like 30 minutes away.” so all 25 of us got on the coach with a blanket and pillow and clothes, expecting to like, stay at a house.
Her house in the New Forest. They had a pool and hot tub, a pool house, and I think 4 or 5 bedrooms and 2 reception rooms. I say “I think” because we weren’t actually allowed to stay in the house. Our coach and 2 male members stayed in the pool house, which had a very small room, plus a bathroom which all of us were to share. The rest of us had to sleep in a big tent gazebo thing in the garden. In May in England. When none of us were prepared for camping. It was about 10°c in the night, not comfortable at all.
I very briefly saw the inside of the house when I asked her mother if there was another bathroom because we were running late and i needed to put my contact lenses in, and she shooed me into a cupboard under the stairs. The living room I caught a glimpse of had enough space for all of us to sleep there.
The next day when we got back from the competition, we were given a BBQ dinner! Which consisted of 1 chicken leg and 1 potato each.
For the privilege of staying at her house, we all had to give Nadine £5.
Every time I see a post like this, I think of that time, freezing my ass off, in a mansion garden.
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The majority of the rich teach their offspring to perpetuate a system that keeps the wealthy firmly in power, while the rest of us struggle. People with less are always more generous to others.
i will never complain about a book seeming like a fanfic with the serial numbers filed off because that means the author had the invaluable ability to tell when their au had diverged enough that these were just straight-up different characters now
even as we speak there is probably someone out there writing a delightful 100k+ word gay romance novel about a genderqueer bisexual single parent who lives in a beach town and fixes classic cars and falls in love with the sexy tentacle monster mermaid that saved their life, and that writer could probably make pretty good money self-publishing it, but they won’t because that would mean admitting that they aren’t really writing destiel anymore
Love when writers do an insane amount of unnecessary research for their fics. I follow an author that did like 8 months of intense research into 14th century Scotland so they could write smut about it, and guess what. It was some fucking incredible porn AND I learned about old Scottish politics