It seems likely to me that Worst Boyfriend Ever is guilty of rape. I recommend that people get in touch with journalists and coordinate evidence gathering.

reiterating . it's fucking shocking to me that some people *in my community* were stupid enough to read WBE's posts and go "haha wow what a good writer let me invite him to my party". he is a good writer, and he's also clearly made causing massive damage to ppl around him his *goal* in life . *for clicks*. im sure there's some dregs of humanity im there, im sure he feels some remorse and maybe could eventually be redeemed or whatever. but not by you and not fucking around me or people i care about. if you fucking bring this guy to my city, we are going to have problems

Sorry, if you look at a newborn infant and don’t instantly recognize it as a “person,” I’m not interested in what your opinions of consciousness and “personhood” are. Your judgement and analysis are fundamentally (and likely irreversibly) broken.

You might wanna join the effort to rewrite the scripts for the whole movie then hopefully ai edit scenes and splice in the new scenes. For now we've got a group chat and we're mostly in the proof of concept/planning phase

"A love potion." Snape repeated flatly. "I didn't say the word love," replied back Draconia, "But yes, something of that nature." Snape sighed, but continued writing, not bothering to look up at her. "What symptoms are you experiencing?" "A quickening heart rate. Shakiness around the... suspect. Unusual emotional responses in the presence of the suspect. Intrusive thoughts of the suspect. Romantic ideation." Draconia's face blushed as she said the words aloud. "And who might the 'suspect' be?" "I don't see how that's relevan-" "Miss Malfoid, this is a very serious accusation. It is my responsibility as a professor to inquire fully. Who is it?" Snape finally set his papers aside, looking up at her from his desk. Draconia twiddled her wand in her fingertips, refusing to even look in his direction. "...Potter.", she said, pushing a lock of silver hair behind her ear. "Potter." Snape repeated. "T-that's what I said, isn't it?" "Potter can hardly brew a sleeping draught much less a-" "Then Granger brewed it! Or he stole it! I don't know! Can you just test me? Or something?" Snape stood up, seemingly annoyed by the whole ordeal. He turned, reaching into his cabinet of restricted potions, rustling through them, looking for something. "And why, pray tell, would Potter do this to you?" Her heart skipped a beat. She hadn't considered that. Why would he? Unless he... She shook her head, as if the thought could be shaken out of her. "To humiliate me, obviously. I bet he's having a grand laugh right now at my expense. Stupid Potter." She clenched her fists, indignant. Snape turned and produced a small potion of silver liquid. "Drink this. It will cure you of whatever may, or may not be ailing you." She swiped it from him and held it up to her lips, but paused. Why did she pause? Drinking this would cure her of the love potion, it would make these inconvenient feelings go away. So then why isn't she drinking it? She clenched her fists, and chugged the potion before she could second guess herself again. She stood there, eyes closed and cheeks pink, waiting for something to change. "How long until it starts to wor-" "Instantly." She stood there for several more seconds, holding her breath, until Harry appeared in her mind again, and her pulse quickened. Her eye twitched, "Well clearly this has been a huge waste of time." "Obviously." Snape said flatly, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly.

I gave Claude another 18 hours.. and I think this one is the best one yet Macrohard: Windows XP I'm blown away