Write it shitty, write it scared, write it without a clue but don't you be so spineless and have an AI write fanfic for you.
Yeah, I found the incorrect quotes generator so…
I know some of these have been done but…
Crowley: You are the love of my life and I would do anything within reason to make you happy.
Aziraphale: I would be happy if you ate, stayed hydrated and got a reasonable amount of sleep.
Crowley: I said within reason, Aziraphale. How about I murder that guy?
Aziraphale: So murder is in reason but proper self care isn't?
Crowley: Well, duh. What kind of question is that
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Aziraphale: I have feelings for you.
Crowley: Why? What's wrong with you? Are you sure you're okay?
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Crowley: Aziraphale, you love me, right?
Aziraphale: Normally I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere I won’t like.
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Crowley: Relationships should be 50/50. Aziraphale cooks us dinner while I sit on the kitchen counter looking pretty.
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Crowley: My hands are cold.
Aziraphale: Here, let me hold them.
Crowley: My lips are cold too.
Aziraphale: *covers Crowley's mouth with their hand*
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Aziraphale: I don't know how to tell you this, but... I love you.
Crowley: That's great, Aziraphale. Especially considering the fact we've been married for 6000 f***ing years.
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Aziraphale: Are you sure Crowley's even gay? They barely even looked at me.
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Crowley, sweating: Aziraphale, there’s something I need to ask you-
Aziraphale: Finally! You’re proposing!
Crowley: How’d you know?
Aziraphale: Crowley, you’ve dropped the ring five times during dinner.
Aziraphale: I even picked it up once.
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Aziraphale: You have to apologize to them Crowley.
Crowley: Fine! But I must warn you that this might make me a better, nicer person and that is NOT the person you fell in love with!
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Crowley: I am so cool. I am an absolute Chad. I am the epitome of coolness and awesomeness—
Aziraphale: Hi.
Crowley: *melts down in a flustered heap of softness*
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Aziraphale, to Crowley: We had a date!
Aziraphale: *aggressively points to Hello Kitty Coloring Book*
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Aziraphale: Are we fighting or flirting?
Crowley: I'm pinning you against a wall with my hand around your neck-
Aziraphale: Your point?
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Aziraphale: Is something burning?
Crowley, leaning seductively on the counter: Just my desire for you.
Aziraphale: Crowley, the toaster is literally on fire.
Several million real ass human occupations paying 3 crisp dollars and a pat on the ass to experience literal sisyphean torture and live in a cardboard box and you spent several small countries in money to build a robot that can shit out badly written books that nobody has the money to buy, the time to read, or the learned intellectual capacity to analyze critique and learn from
The next person who tells me to save time with an AI crapbasket is getting a Canon LS-100TS 10 digit calculator shoved up their ass
A single prompt uses about 500ml of water... with thousands of new prompts made every second... holy fucking shit.
It doesn't follow a single rule of art. No rule of thirds, no guiding lines, no colour theory... it's uncomfortable because lacks any kind of human perspective on what constitutes art & connection.
About 20% or more of your daily feed includes some kind of AI garbage that doesn't do anything to improve your experience. It doesn't need to be there.
It fuckin' sucks.
No matter how much you dislike your own writing, I promise you it’s better than AI
The internet was supposed to be a place for connection and creativity. But it’s being flooded with AI text, algorithmic hostility, and platforms turning against the creatives who made them vibrant in the first place.
Tech giants have gone all-in on AI at creators’ expense. Google’s AI is baked into everything, prioritizing machine-generated slop over human work. Microsoft Word now suggests AI-generated “improvements” on every new line.
The Trump administration’s massive AI investment means there’s little incentive for tech giants to slow down the exploitation anytime soon. (Meta? Just caught training AI on 81.7 TB of pirated books.)
Big tech isn’t waiting for legal mandates to censor content—its platforms are restricting creative expression to appease political and corporate pressure, manufacturing consent in real time.
Read our full post over on the blog!
- The Ellipsus Team xo
Everyday it’s been getting closer and now it’s here!!!
I don’t know what to do with myself!!!!
When she started quoting Lenny my heart broke 💔😩
Nina: I am not an early bird or a night owl. I am some form of permanently exhausted pigeon.
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Nina: I'm not funny, I'm just really mean and people think I'm joking.
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Crowley: So jellyshish-
Nina, laughing: JELLYSHISH!?
Crowley: You know what I meant!
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Maggie: Made you all playlists!
Maggie: Nina, yours has only heavy metal, and is dark like your soul.
Maggie: Crowley, yours has sad songs and blues to pair with your crippling depression.
Maggie: And Muriel has the ABBA Gold album.
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Crowley: I have met some of the most insufferable people. But they also met me.
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Crowley: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I’ll wait.
Nina: You and me!
Crowley: *tearing up* Ok.
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Crowley: Nina likes to say ‘you can be part of the problem or part of the solution,’ but I happen to believe you can be both.
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Maggie: Today, Muriel said a swear word, so Nina said that they were going to wash Muriel's mouth out with soap. Muriel replied, “It’s okay, I like the taste of soap”. Turns out, they’ve been putting soap on their lips to blow bubbles.
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Crowley: *raises eyebrows*
Nina: Put those back down!
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Nina: Don’t be sad!
Crowley: Why not?
Nina:
Nina: I don’t have a good answer.
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Crowley, to Muriel: Please, picking locks is my specialty.
Crowley: *throws a brick through the window*
Crowley: Okay, let’s go.
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Crowley: While I'm gone, you're in charge Muriel.
Muriel: Yes!
Crowley, whispering to Maggie: You're secretly in charge, but I don't want them to feel bad.
Maggie: Obviously.
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Nina: Do you need help getting up?
Crowley: Nah, I'm cool down here on the floor.
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Crowley: My crush isn’t picking up on my hints.
Nina: What hints have you given them?
Crowley: Well, I think about them a lot.
Crowley: And sometimes I even think about talking to them.
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Nina: How would you like your coffee?
Crowley: As dark as my soul.
Nina: Got it, one cup of milk coming right up!
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Maggie: You know what your problem is?
Crowley: I only have one?
Season 5 Episode 6 spoilers below:
Gotta love how Joel went behind Midge’s back to solve the problem with the mobsters. He could’ve shown her the book or went back to her to raise his concerns again now that he had tangible proof. But no. It’s Joel, so he has to lie and go behind her back about stuff that pertains to her own life. This man has learned absolutely nothing.
Also hate that he’s trading pictures of her in prison. He specifically asks for the panty pose picture which is so gross. He got mad at someone for having it in S3 but whatever.
I almost rage-quit when Midge said she was still in love with Joel. I still hate her romance plots this season. Gordon is gross. The stalker guy is gross. Joel still sucks. The guy literally blamed Midge for Mei leaving and ending the pregnancy. Yeah Midge was probably still a little jealous since Joel was such a huge part of her life, but there’s a lot of concern for her children driving it as well. “I don’t want them calling you mom.” Is a line that especially has a lot of insecurity behind it.
I guess the rest of the episode was okay. Unsurprisingly, Alex Borstein was great, but I am totally on Midge’s side in regards to her fight with Susie. Susie should’ve told Midge the truth.
I almost cried at the ending.
I miss Lenny. But that’s why we have fanfic.
Also, I know it was a joke, but Midge says she and Susie had sex in Pensacola and refers to their fight as a “break-up”…so…I want to see that story.
this is from a real diary by a 13-year-old girl in 1870. teenage girls are awesome and they’ve always been that way.