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V. 37. Lesbian/Queer. Jewish. She/Her/Hers. ½ of @thisweekinfandomhistory. You like spaghetti, George? I like spaghetti. I like board games. I like grabbing a trifecta with that long shot on top... that ozone smell you get from air purifiers... and I like knowing the space between my ears is immeasurable... Mahler's first, Bernstein conducting. You've got to think about all the things you like and decide whether they're worth sticking around for. And if they are, you'll find a way to do this. And what if I don't? Then you go away, and you don't get to like anything anymore.

...the way nanowrimo is waffling around on the topic of AI, couching their arguments in woke language while somehow painting themselves as the victims of bullying not backlash, the way they keep doubling down and digging in their heels with increasingly flimsy straw man virtue signaling arguments, instead of taking a step back and admitting that they messed up and looking at the issue again with clear eyes and making room to be wrong about something, is like watching JKR do the --initial-- anti-trans dance all over again.

i have neither the time nor inclination to take apart all of their absolutely bonkers justifications, but---- racist and ableist? Really? That's the brush you want to tar us with, the hill you want to die on?

i don't draw. Can't, for the life of me. i WISH i could, but the fact is i suck. And it is hard for me to not be able to bring out into the world what is so vibrant and fully-formed in my imagination. But i would sooner die than use AI to generate the art i cannot produce myself, even though it is so clear in my head. No, really.

It's OK that art is not my medium. i still draw for myself, and i make peace with the fact that my art will always fall short of what i want it to be, and so i write and cook and use a dozen other creative outlets, and drawing just isn't one of them because even if i used AI, IT STILL WOULDN'T BE MY FUCKING ART.

It would be a soulless, empty piece of meaningless plagiary, frankensteined together from the shredded remains of ACTUAL PEOPLE'S ARTISTIC EXPRESSION, and the world would be worse for having it in it.

Worse.

So, dear @nanowrimo , go on defending the use of supercharged code data mining other people's creative output, and label the people calling you out on it racist and ableist, and paint yourself the fucking victim. Oh, and also, get fucked.

In light of the news that NaNoWriMo is over, this deserves to be brought back up.

Gif sets are SO important to me. Yes, please take this scene and break it up into 4 or 6 three second loops that I can study over and over to appreciate the small details of it

It is simply not fulfilling to enjoy media in the height of its popularity. You need to show up so late to the party that everybody else is gone and the hosts are asleep so you can rummage through their trash for chip dip and stale hors d’oeurves to eat alone in the dark like a dirty little raccoon secret

1930s Brooklyn: Steve has a habit of flopping into Bucky's lap wherever-whenever. Sometimes Buck gets a pointy elbow in the ribs, but he'll just grumble something and adjust accordingly until they're both comfortable.

Skip to 1940s France. Bucky's sitting around the campfire contemplating the Howlies' next move when Steve '240lb tank of solid fucking muscle' Rogers drops on top of him

omg. i love the idea of steve being the human version of the those gigantic dogs that still think they are little tiny lapdog sized puppies and are all ‘even if i don’t fitz i still sitz’

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