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lantern-hill · 1 year
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"In an era of “girls-supporting-girls” and “let-people-enjoy-things”, having distinct tastes or opinions is tantamount to social suicide. There is no room for good-spirited teasing or critique or gossip or even interpersonal dislike. As much as I despise the phrase, these things are human nature. We possess the human range of emotions, which includes being annoyed or petty or mean-spirited—to pretend anyone is above it is not only moralistic but biologically false. When we don’t like someone or something, we scavenge to find a political or moral reason to critique them, instead of owning up to our honest truth: sometimes, you just find someone annoying.
Our crisis of niceness is both insufferable and detrimental to our artistic output; the films, art, and music we make are expected to promote pleasantness and punish everything else. We don’t see culture as a vehicle for artistic expression, but instead for moral expression, and as such our capacity for connoisseurship is at an all-time low. A film can be visually uninspired, a song can be derivative, a book can be poorly written, but as long as it espouses some rhetoric of universal justice it will be lauded as “important”. This is boring. It is uninspiring. If you even critique the mechanisms of the culture industry and its monopolized outputs (Marvel Movies, Taylor Swift, etc), you are deemed at best a hater and at worst a misogynist/racist/classist/homophobe depending on the day and the detractor.
It is a vague and meaningless form of pleasantry and niceness that does little more than create social codes of conduct concerning our language and discourse. It is Redbubble “Treat People With Kindness” stickers on MacBook Airs, it is a mass produced t-shirt with a slogan like You Matter <3 sold as mental health awareness. It feels suffocating, a cloying Yankee Candle atmosphere that gives nothing of substance yet demands a smile and a quiet wave.
We have confused pleasantness with kindness. Pleasantness is plasticine and sanitized, florescent lights over pastel bulletin boards. Kindness is human, old hardwood floors and fresh fruit.
Kindness is bringing your neighbors a bowl of chili, or sitting quietly with the people you love to reflect in the morning. Both actions somehow sparked mass outrage online and the individuals who shared their moments of quiet kindness were either called privileged or evil or any of the -ists that internet commentors love to toss around… classist, ableist, et cetera. The people who attempted to bring some joy into their own lives and the lives of others were called ugly and annoying in hundreds and thousands of replies within the same cultural space that insists that it is materially violent to say that you don’t like K-Pop or Taika Waititi."
-meditations on meanness - charlie
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plant-ago · 4 months
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@quiddie’s use of color and symbolism for Suvi is fantastic. Not only does she wear pretty much exclusively citadel colors (blue) despite her favorite color being red, but her blue hair is a result of flying too close to the sun as a child… getting too excited about the promise of wizardly power in the erith depository, and when she tried to channel it through herself, it nearly killed her, and (I assume) left her with permanently white hair, so that she now dyes it blue. She was so enamored with wonders of the citadel that she gave up a part of herself to become a part of it. It has molded her in ways that she does not fully understand, and she must put parts of herself aside to allow that.
I’m feeling a little emotional about the Sky having to be blue all the time, but secretly liking red better.
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kneipe · 17 days
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leipzig 2023
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rruffian · 3 months
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divinetrance · 1 year
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[cw: addiction, intoxication, hypnosis?, please ask to tag!]
To any reader who is not my Master ( @the-norsemans-desires ),
You might find yourself wondering what people find so hot about addiction. What can be gained from the temptation of letting something consume you fully? I mean, it could so easily ruin your whole life, right? Especially an addiction to hypnosis, an addiction to dropping, to being mindless and blank. It’s so easy to get lost in those feelings and never come out. Even when awake, the addiction is still there. That craving is still there, isn’t it? Don’t bother answering, I know it is.
And that’s terrifying, right? It scares you how badly you need to go under. You’re scared to lose control. I know you want to drop and never come back up, always feeling the blissful pleasure that comes with trance and sinking ever deeper. And you’re scared to give up your control to the wrong person.
Oh, because the other person is the scariest part of it all. I know. Because so easily an addiction to being hypnotized can be tied to another person. Just thinking about them makes your head feel fuzzy, thinking becomes harder every single time they enter your thougths.
Do you get it yet? Or do you still think it’s too scary? Don’t you see, the fear of being taken advantage of is what drives the arousal, feeling the love of the chase. But trusting someone enough to not cross any lines? That’s the hottest fucking thing ever. They could break you, take you as their own, and lock you away for good, only to be used for their own pleasure, but they don’t. Because they love having you squirm back to them, begging for more. Chuckling at you, knowing that you can’t go over an hour without rubbing your thighs together, thinking of them. And you keep coming back for more, because it just feels so fucking good. Humans have always enjoyed seeing how far they can take something before hurting themselves. We have learned nothing from Icarus’ tale and no one cares to understand the lesson.
And to Master,
See, and all of that is what I’m talking about when I talk about being addicted to you, Darling. I love that you feed my addiction to trance. The only thing I love more is my addiction to you because of it. I’m sorry it took me so long to write this but I needed to starve myself of your attention to accurately depict how badly I need you. God, right now I might break down and beg you to fuck me after two triggers, max? It’s only been a few hours and I’m already shivering from the underlying arousal that comes with thinking of you, just thinking about your words drives me wild. I’m fucking obsessed with talking to you.
It’s not just about you dropping me. I love listening to you speak about anything, just don’t stop. I feel good every time we talk. You make me feel heard and safe. That’s not an easy thing to do. It almost scares me how much I actually trust you. But I’m trusting myself because you’ve passed every test. You listen and even when I push you to take me further down the rabbit hole, you tell me no. The fact that you want a good life for me is what makes you intoxicating. Feeling no fear in being honest with you about what I want, that’s what I love. Of course I’m scared, you feel too good to be true.
I keep expecting the other foot to drop, for you to cross the line that I dare you to cross but you don’t. You love my addiction as much as I do, maybe even more. Because I hold back, trying not to want to give you everything, but you hold the greater temptation of not taking everything when it’s offered. I’m so proud of you for being strong but I won’t be upset if you ever lose control. I can only tease you for so long before it’s consider cruel, right? Or am I just tempting you to get what I really want, which is full release of my self control, to fully give into the addiction?
Either way, thank you for talking with me and indulging my habit! I love serving you and the pleasure that comes with it. I love the way you fuck me, I love feeling you inside me. I love how your words drain everything from me, leaving myself blank and empty and mindless, just for you. Feeling dazed when I’m brought out of trance, just to hear another trigger, it makes my eyes roll back. Listening to myself beg for more, even though I’m so tired already? That’s addiction, that’s obsession, that’s the greatest pleasure I’ve ever felt and it’s because of you, Master. Every touch, every thrust, every mind break keeps me thinking of you constantly.
I still don’t know if you meant for this to happen or if I just couldn’t resist thinking about you for such a short period time but, I have to talk about this morning. I woke up and I wasn’t awake for more than 10 minutes before I was thinking about you and squirming again. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I was moaning in minutes and mmy hands wouldn’t stop touching. I was feeling just as good as I felt the night before. I couldn’t stop the overwhelming pleasure from consuming me in a flame, desperately humping away at my vibrator to ease my own heat. It just isn’t as satisfying without you.
Surrendering to those feelings, surrendering to you always does feel best. I can fully let it all in and let you overwhelm my senses, take control. I need that from you. I crave your control so badly and I wish you would change me into exactly what you want me to be. I want to know that I changed for you. I want to serve you and be as much use to you as I can be. You deserve it for how amazing you make me feel.
Why do you think I don’t resist you? Sure I do, for fun, but actually trying? I don’t want to. I fucking love how intoxicating it is ot feel your command overwhelm me, drag me down deeper. I crave the feeling of release that comes with giving in to you. I only even try resisting because you want me to but I love giving in more. I love being used by you more, feeling your words. I’ll give into your words all the time. I love dissolving into nothing more than a moaning, desperate whore for you, babbling away about whatever prompt you give me. Im sure im barely intelligible then but I know every word is true, because when im desperate for you is when im mkst honest. Why do you think I just start rambling about random things sometimes? Im trying not to ask you to drop me again.
Because the last thing I want is to make you feel as though I just want you for what you give me. I want you to know that I really do enjoy your company. I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel. I want to service you and be what you want. I need to, I need to worship you in any way I can to repay for everything I feel when im with you.
Feeling you take everything away and feel how empty and quiet it was, I felt uneasy. It was uncomfortable. I don’t just crave or want it, no I need you inside of me to remind me that I’m yours. I need to keep feeling you all the time, my addiction is too strong. It was only a few minutes that it was all gkne but I was already starting to ache. I started writhing around, looking for where you went but I couldn’t find you. I hate that feeling of you just being gone. I crave you too strongly to miss out on your words, your pleasure, your control. I’m fully addicted to you and I don’t ever want to stop.
Thank you Master for making me feel everything that I’ve always wanted to feel and more.
Yours,
Elle 🫧💞😵‍💫
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maremote · 2 years
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so funny that toby schmitz apparently just works at some random bookstore now. imagine walking into an australian bookstore and the guy checking you out is jack rackham
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catgirl--butch · 1 year
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hallofhelios · 1 year
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Things I wish I could say at work that would make this life perhaps a little more bearable
That was very bad customer service and I am now going to discipline you with this high-five
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apologems · 5 months
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in wriothesley's character story 5, i find it interesting how neuvillette looked at his vision and said "so you found something to live for." can't help wondering what are dragon sovereigns' understanding of visions.
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mod-a-day · 5 months
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Daisuke Amaya (Pixel) of Studio Pixel "Meltdown" (unused track) Cave Story (2002) Studio Pixel
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lantern-hill · 2 months
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get in loser we're romanticising "winter"
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plant-ago · 4 months
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An original work written for The Wizard, the Witch, and the Wild One (@worldsbeyondpod).
Refrain:
Oh, my roots, grow gentle Oh, my words, go free Go where the world is simple Cross o’er the farthest sea
Sail away, my little darling To a place that will be kind; May the waves and currents guide you May you bloom in your own time
There will come times of sorrow, But my darling, do not fear Though you’ll learn to make your own way When you call, I will be here
May your spirit ne’er be broken And your judgement always wise; And your heart and garden growing All as free as wind and sky
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rruffian · 2 years
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Alberto Mielgo on creating Jibaro
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divinetrance · 4 months
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Communicating on this blog exclusively through my queue feels like I'm in the witness protection program and I'm just leaving behind little notes and things for yall to find lmao
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karlstad · 7 days
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kneipe · 17 days
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leipzig 2024
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