moosethewriter
This blog doesn't have a theme. Posts will be as coherent as my thoughts and as consistent as my memory. Sorry in advance.
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"Every writer"
Writers don't use ai.
Those who use ai are not writers.
They are prompt generators for the prompt generators, producing soulless fucking slop that takes the "writing" out of writing.
a writing competition i was going to participate in again this year has announced that they now allow AI generated content to be submitted
their reasoning being that "we couldn't ban it even if we wanted to, every writer already uses it anyway"
"Every writer"?
come on
Guys I need to stop having ideas that I don't have the time or artistic skills for. I'm sitting at work thinking about how cool (and undoubtedly heartbreaking) it would be if there was a tlt animatic to Vulture by Bear Ghost and I'm like 5 seconds from going insane because of it.
Like this song has made me a little feral since it came out last year (I think. Time is an illusion) but I just listened to it for the first time in a few weeks and oh my god. I might come back to this post later and write an essay about it because the locked tomb has consumed my life even more so than it did when I was actually reading the series.
The TLT brainrot is real because I saw this image:
And immediately thought of making it into a HTN shitpost. You know exactly what I'm talking about.
Sadly, I am in the trenches with homework and therefore unable to be funny enough to follow through on this idea.
some people think writers are so eloquent and good with words, but the reality is that we can sit there with our fingers on the keyboard going, “what’s the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?” and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is “unofficial”, and we know that’s not the right word, but it’s the only word we can come up with…until finally it’s like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is “artificial”.
I, personally, have fallen for BOTH "huh. That was a weird noise..... Let me go check it out!!" AND "huh. That was a weird noise. Let me stand still and stare in that direction for a while so I can figure out what it is." on multiple occasions.
My biggest horror movie sin is not minding my damn business.
It's finals season, which means I've blocked shorts on youtube and also the entire instagram explore page using an app that blocks social media for me because I'm irresponsible and addicted to my phone.
Thank god it doesn't see tumblr as a real social media site and therefore doesn't block anything from it, or else I'd have no way to procrastinate my work.
...does Harrow even know what "death first to vultures and scavengers" means? Or was she just sitting there thinking "well, I have to say something, and I know Griddle's going to make a fool of herself, but I can't just stand by and let the eighth get away with this. I'd better say something fitting of the ninth house."
Like. Do you think she said that, then immediately thought to herself "what the fuck was that?"
Do you think Gideon was laying in bed later that night thinking "what the hell did she say? Was it some obscure ninth saying I never bothered to learn? What the fuck?"
Do you think the other houses were there thinking "what did that strange little nun say? Was it a spell? A curse? Am I cursed now?" Or did some of them think "pfft, why did she say that? Was it a lame attempt at sounding cooler than all of us?"
I dunno, I finally have time to work on some TLT tattoo designs and this has been on my mind the whole time.
"Death first to vultures and scavengers" is such a hard line I wish that there were scenarios where I could use it in my day to day life without eventually having to explain that the quote was said by a scrawny teenaged(?) nun in response to what is essentially a dick measuring contest run by a bunch of idiots who have no business being unsupervised for that long anyways.
WHO the fuck was going to tell me that the stadium of the KANSAS CITY CHIEFS is in fucking MISSOURI???
Me, personally, I think they'd have a sort of begrudging, quiet bond called "I'm surrounded by people who are trying to befriend me and am deeply horrified by that thought"
John Gaius shortly before eating the solar system to kill some useless bastard billionaires, creating the creatures that would hunt him and his friends down for the next 10000 years and also the Barbie that will (hopefully) lead to his downfall in the process.
sometimes i wonder what it's like to he mentally stable. anyway *resets the universe* this time it's gonna work out for sure
Me liking 38426274950 posts about the locked tomb at midnight because I can't stop thinking about those fucking weirdo loser characters
you will ALWAYS catch me being pathetic on tumblr.com
Putting this on my resume. I have issues with the inherent dumbfuckery of the "work till you die without complaints even when we treat you like shit" system, but I promise so long as you're paying me to work, I'll bring my best work ethic and all of my patience!
Top Ten Reasons You Should Hire Me Despite My Disillusionment With Reality And My Subsequent Hatred For The System
I think Nona would very much like the speech at the end of Minecraft. Especially the last few lines, I think.
I have more thoughts on this but I just spent far too long in the end and my brain is fried. Feel free to add on if any of you also have thoughts on this.
My teammate said she got busted for using chatgpt today and I burst out laughing and said "so not only did you USE chatgpt, but you also got CAUGHT doing it?"
We need to publicly shame these people.
we need to make using chatgpt embarrassing bc sorry it really is. what do you mean you can’t write an email
Knives! Get your Knives here for no particular reason!
🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪
Get em while they're cold, get em while they're sharp!
Special discount if your name is Brutus for no reason in particular!
Not gonna lie at first glance I thought this was really strange Griddlehark art. But honestly? There are some parallels to be drawn between destiel and griddlehark starting with the whole "one has magic powers and the other is a dumb jockish type" and "neither one thinks that the other cares about them"
Can we talk about how PERFECTLY Jorge cast his characters? And what a good job they did? Like yes they absolutely embody the characters they're voicing, and they made the characters theirs as much as they are Jorge's.
This post is inspired by me listening to God Games again and being absolutely amazed at the gods in particular.
ESPECIALLY Aphrodite's lines like please Janani K Jha did NOT have to be that good but she knocked it out of the park. I can't even tell you how often the line "you're a little high and mighty" gets stuck in my head.
*banging pots and pans together* STOP! SAYING! THAT! TOE WALKING! IS! A SYMPTOM! OF AUTISM!!!
There is not a line in the DSM 5 that says "toe walking is a symptom of autism" or "autistic people don't like food touching" these behaviors are the PRODUCT of ACTUAL SYMPTOMS that I'm not yet awake enough to explain but I'm SICK of people acting like if you'd rather not have your food touch or if you walk weirdly that's a 100% surefire sign you have autism. Like I love joking as much as the next guy but it's becoming clear that it's not a joke anymore. It's very much giving "if you like to clean you're OCD lol quirky haha" and it's starting to genuinely piss me off.
One Piece is so fucking stupid. Especially the Enies Lobby arc.
Demon God Zoro, who can conjure the image of a war god through sheer force of will, has had his tits out for three arcs. He's fighting a giant giraffe. They exchange 1-2 blows then stand around and talk for 5 minutes.
Sanji, a monster who fights only with his legs because hands are too valuable to a chef to damage, got turned into a literal bar of soap because he refused to hit a woman. This is not a good thing, as the woman assisted in kidnapping his friend and crewmate.
Nami controlos the weather. No, she doesn't have powers. In fact, she's just a normal person and often runs away from battles (frankly, same, girl. Leave the fighting to the fucking freaks on your team). She just has a Really Cool Stick that makes weird weather shit happen.
Usopp is pretending to be a superhero because he's too cowardly to talk about his feelings with his captain after they had a big fight. His alter ego is Sniper King and he wears a goofy mask, and he sings his own theme song. He also nearly got killed by a furry.
Chopper had to turn himself into an eldritch beast to win a fight against an annoying theater kid.
Franky nearly died as a child because he thought he could stop a train by hugging it. He turned himself into a cyborg, but...only the front half. His backside still bleeds. He's also powered by cola. Using vegetable juice rather than cola turns him into an annoying health nut, btw.
Luffy is getting his ass beat by a man who, for the entire arc before this, had a pigeon speak for him. Pigeon man is also a furry. There's a lot of furries this arc.
Robin is being tormented by a purple-haired clown (not really a clown, because shockingly that's a distinction that needs to be made and there's a BLUE haired clown elsewhere), who is trying to drag her to jail for the crime of...not dying when her island was blown off the map. Her solution? Bite the edge of the fucking bridge so he can't move her. And it's fucking working. Her jaw is strong enough to stop a full grown man from dragging her away (at least for a few minutes).
It wasn't until high school that I began seeing the world as a story to be written. It was a survival tactic, I think, for covid. That and a general habit created by my near-constant writing.
To that extent, it wasn't until post-lockdown that I realized how fucking cool fog is. And since it's foggy today, I'm going to talk about it.
I think that fog is only cool as a visual medium. Book descriptions don't do it justice. "A bank of fog rolls in" "tendrils of fog reach through the trees" yeah but what does that LOOK like?
It looks like a digital artist was drawing clouds behind a mountain and misplaced a layer. It looks like a cloud bisecting the landscape. The tops of the trees look like an island rising out of a flat calm, gray sea while the bottom half of it, the bushes and the houses and the roads, looks like an unfinished painting. If two people were to stand down the road and hold a flashlight, it would be a damn good impression of a car.
And I think a lot of authors forget to describe how fucking damp everything is. There's always this impending sense of rain. Nothing is dry except maybe your clothes, and odds are they're not gonna stay dry for long. Your socks and shoes are toast the moment you stray from a paved road. Hope you like wet socks.
Fog doesn't work like the poison mist in the hunger games. You don't walk into a wall of fog unless some outside force has confined the fog to a specific area. It's a gradual claustrophobia, a slow loss of sight.
It's also usually still when the fog is thick. Otherwise, the wind would blow it away, right? But unless a monsoon is following the fog, there's not quite that eerie "calm before the storm" stillness. It has a different vibe to it.
But you can't say all that without interrupting the flow of the story, so people tend to stick to the simpler descriptions.
Ohhhh god something something story uhhhhh.....
The first thing I wished I had been told about the snow was how fucking cold it was. People had mentioned it being cold before, but not one person said how immediately and completely the frost would settle into my being. How it would seep through my skin and muscles and pierce my bones with ice. No one mentioned how my hands would hurt from the cold, how hard it would be to curl my frozen fingers around my sword.
There were no bugs, no birds, and no wind. Nothing to hide the crunch of my feet in the snow. It was an odd sound. I was sure that snow wasn't meant to sound like that, but then again, I'd never encountered it before, so what did I know? My breath, steady and slow, fogged out in front of me like a dragon's breath. I eyeballed the structure before me, watching for any sign of movement. Arches and spires, the color of which vaguely resembled the rust on my borrowed weapon, towered before me. The bridge, and the platform at the end which the building rested on, dropped down into a deadly fall, the bottom and anything beyond that repeating structure obscured by fog.
The trail of foot prints in front of me had been filled by snow, but there was only one place they could have led to. The wind picked up, whipping little shards of ice and snow into my squinting eyes. I tilted my head against it and pushed onwards, nearing the entrance. I knew that my enemy waited somewhere inside. I knew that my mission was almost complete.
just as a general reminder
learn how to fact-check for yourself, cause soon enough, most online sources won't be reliable
The first time I ever saw a centipede was at my previous job. They like cardboard (apparently) and I was cleaning the shoe area...full of cardboard shoe boxes. I screamed so loudly I nearly gave a poor elderly customer a heart attack and drew my manager out of the back office. Don't think I've fully recovered since.
