the number 1 rule of fanfic is have fun and be yourself. the number 2 rule is the average healthy adult male can lose roughly 2 liters of blood before dying.
hey it’s ok if you lost your ai virginity back when you were uneducated. a lot of posts go like “reblog if you have never ever used generative ai and never ever will!!!” but it’s ok if you have used gen ai before and it’s even ok if you used to think it was cool, back before you understood what it really was and how it worked, either because no one had taught you about it and you discovered it on your own or because the only education you had received about it was from the tech bros. you’re not a burger with a bite out of it for having used ai. ok
It is 100 percent okay to stop using it today and join the “boo AI” club.
This isn’t a purity thing. This is a “everyone stand with us against destroying the environment and giving asthma to poor people” thing.
Did you know that when one community says no to an AI data center, they specifically search out communities with fewer resources? Communities that can’t defend themselves? And the pollution 100 percent affects their health and wellbeing, in addition to burning through our already scarce drinking water.
You can stop using character.ai today. You can say “I listened to the facts and stopped.” And another thing: don’t you think it’s a bit more impactful to have used it, stopped, and then you’re in a position to say how little it helped? How doing things for yourself improved your life?
also posts in the spirit of “if you’ve used AI even ONCE your soul is tainted!!!!” can’t be great to those with OCD
It’s always okay to bail once you realize something sucks! None of us are born omniscient!
exiting a uquiz halfway through when it becomes clear the creator’s narrow and immature world view and cultural knowledge leaves them totally unequipped to tell me which peanuts character i am with any degree of accuracy or insight
And I worked with a man called Squidward. And he was a Protestant man, but we were the best of friends. But by God, he was crabid as a bag of cats. He was an auld grump. And he’d be big into the flutes and the Oboes and things like that. He lived in a big stone head.
you really do have to watch the video, it’s everything
unless its egregious, i’m not embarrassed to be fooled by ai. “oh i got lied to via something made by the Lying Machine the machine we made to Lie really well” like it’s gonna happen it’s no egg on your face. just be chill about it
don’t get me wrong. it’s always devastating always humbling. no one wants to fall for the lying machine it just sounds bad. but you can’t dwell
they need to invent clubbing for boring sober people who don’t like loud music or crowded group dancing. what’s the “she should be at the club” for this hypothetical not-me demographic.
roundup of various common suggestions in the notes:
“the library”: a nice space to hang, granted, but not really the same fun social vibes.
“the night-library that serves pink drinks and tea”: okay okay, now we’re cooking.
“coffee shop”: a bit more social and rambunctious than the average library, but still too plain imo.
“the museum”: still a tad too formal I feel like but definitely not opposed.
“the book club”: again, not opposed, but book clubs do have the catch of requiring you to plan ahead and do some homework to really enjoy it, not a very “I’m bored on a friday and want to go do something fun” activity.
“wine tasting”:
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“dnd/ttrpg nights”: unfortunately I’m stupid and am bad at these games. I mean unfortunately these hypothetical people are stupid and bad at these games.
“arcades with cover fees at the door and then free games”: won’t even lie this sounds killer, gonna see if they have any of those in my area.
“babe the club is wherever you feel confident in yourself, life is a club and I’m just chilling at a bus stop”: beautiful. poetic. heart warming. she should be at the bus stop.
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first good suggestion on this post in years, FINALLY true equality
(This article is behind a paywall, so hit yon readmore for the full text)
January 13, 2026
The plan was never to become an ICE agent.
The plan, when I went to the Immigration and Customs Enforcement Career Expo in Texas last August, was to learn what it was like to apply to be an ICE agent. Who wouldn’t be curious? The event promised on-the-spot hiring for would-be deportation officers: Walk in unemployed, walk out with a sweet $50k signing bonus, a retirement account, and a license to brutalize the country’s most vulnerable residents without consequence—all while wrapped in the warm glow of patriotism.
At first glance, my résumé has enough to tantalize a recruiter for America’s Gestapo-in-waiting: I enlisted in the Army straight out of high school and deployed to Afghanistan twice with the 82nd Airborne Division. After I got out, I spent a few years doing civilian analyst work. With a carefully arranged, skills-based résumé—one which omitted my current occupation—I figured I could maybe get through an initial interview.
The catch, however, is that there’s only one “Laura Jedeed” with an internet presence, and it takes about five seconds of Googling to figure out how I feel about ICE, the Trump administration, and the country’s general right-wing project. My social media pops up immediately, usually with a preview of my latest posts condemning Trump’s unconstitutional, authoritarian power grab. Scroll down and you’ll find articles with titles like “What I Saw in LA Wasn’t an Insurrection; It Was a Police Riot” and “Inside Mike Johnson’s Ties to a Far-Right Movement to Gut the Constitution.” Keep going for long enough and you might even find my dossier on AntifaWatch, a right-wing website that lists alleged members of the supposed domestic terror organization. I am, to put it mildly, a less-than-ideal recruit.
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