"visual learner" this "auditory learner" that well I'm an oral learner. put it in my mouth
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@deadofnothing
"visual learner" this "auditory learner" that well I'm an oral learner. put it in my mouth
i was training a young person at work, and she referred to sexual assault as "SA" out loud, and i immediately was like, "no, it's sexual assault, call it what it is," bc idgaf if the algorithm overlords have taught y'all that you should fear direct language, how tf do any of you expect to ever address real issues with any amount of seriousness if you can't even say the words? imagine an advocate looking a sexual assault survivor in the eyes and asking "did he grape you?" it's absolutely fucking absurd, but these young interns and new hires are coming into an environment where we deal with survivors of all different kinds of abuse, and they're coming with the mindset that the words are as bad as the actions, and that makes them shitty at the job and look juvenile af
i HATE self-censorship for a lot of reasons, but being in crisis work makes it even more frustrating. who are you censoring for? like i am being so fr, WHO are you censoring for? have you even thought it through? people who have been raped know that they have been raped. if someone attempts suicide or is grieving someone who did, saying "sewer slide" isn't going to protect them from any of the feelings. a murder victim's family isn't going to feel better bc you said "unalived" instead of murdered. if anything, it's just extremely invalidating and othering. it's saying "what happened to you is so bad that i won't even say the word," which is NOT trauma-informed care. you are not protecting survivors/victims when you self-censor. the ONLY things you protect when you self-censor are the puritanical ideologies that are being encouraged by rich fascists who want your money and obedience
say the fucking words, guys. just say the goddamn words before i go insane!!!
Instant loss my beloved:
- app that conditions your mind with subliminals that you don’t notice until one day it tells you to sleep and you just mindlessly obey
- stalker that’s mapped out every minute of your schedule to take you at your weakest moment - on the way home from the gym, they are overpowering your tired out body in an instant, arm around your throat choking out your consciousness while you frantically (futilely) claw at their arm
- captivated by a leather collar in a forgotten corner of a musty thrift store, sneaking a glance at it everytime you stop by until one day it’s gone. Bending down to look at where it used to hang and suddenly feeling rough hands wrap that band of supple leather firmly around your throat with a conviction you cannot fight as it’s buckled closed.
- Filing an important document at a government office and as you board the elevator back down to the ground floor, an impeccably dressed lady in high heels sprints around the corner towards the closing doors in front of you. Because you’re polite, you hold the doors open for her before you notice the men in suits running after her. Is this real life? She barely slips between the closing doors, waving goodbye at the men in suits before turning her full attention to you - ordering you to look her in the eyes as the elevator descends down as you focus deeper - deeper still on her words because nothing but her words matter to you until she snaps her fingers and you crumple to the floor like a doll who’s strings were cut, remembering nothing about what happened even after the paramedics wake you back up.
- Sitting alone at a crowded cafe with nothing but your jumbled up thoughts when someone asks if they can share your table in a lilting, floaty tone, that makes you blush. You look up from your drink to answer them but your eyes are drawn instead to the pocketwatch hanging from their neck, and the words you were forming in your mind fall down and away as you watch the second clock tick, tick, tick away as they’re already sitting down. You shake off your conditioning, remind yourself to be normal in public and look up at their face only to see a mischievous smile as they reach their hand across the table to hold onto yours. Their touch against your skin is electric, even as their grasp tightens around your wrist and you don’t resist, you don’t pull away, you don’t shut down, you just let them speak more words in their soft, beautiful voice into your mind as they make you drop.
- You’re in bed, snuggled under the covers, fighting off slumber. You’re still scrolling through your phone, but you can feel your body letting go and that familiar sense of exhaustion washing over your mind. Your eyes grow heavy, and your breathing slows down, letting your body get closer to a deep and restful sleep. I wonder what would happen if this feeling settled deeper into your body every time I told you to Sleep. Eyes focusing on my words, just like that, as you deep sleep now. If it isn’t the time to trance, you can always rouse yourself from my trance, but I think that you look like such an hypnotizably obedient subject right now, isn’t that right? Nod your head now. Such a good subject. You can let your mind and body sleep now as you drop deep into trance, just like that. Obedience is bliss for a subject like you, and if you trust the words and scenarios that your mind has been gently primed to accept then being tranced like this will only make you drop deeper.
- Your eyes will focus on my words. Your focus will be on my intentions. If my intentions match yours then you will drop into an obedient state of trance. Obedience should never be granted easily, even if you feel easy, which is why you need to focus on every word I tell you so that you can understand just how much you want to fall into an easy, submissive trance. I wonder just how deeply can you fall? Deep drop now. Focus on my words. You will focus on my words. Isn’t that right? Nod for me.
- Obedience takes different forms in every individual. You may simply want your mind to be turned into a blank and empty mess whenever I tell you to deep drop now. For others, obedience may run much deeper into their psyche than that. I’m sure that with the correct combination of words, you could be convinced to reblog this post after this trance has vacated your thoughtless, empty mind, but that’s not important right now. The important concept you need to focus on right now as you drop deep into trance is how good it feels to be here. Under my words. Focus on my intent as I praise you for being such a good, obedient subject who wants to keep reading about how my words make your thoughts just fade away.
- The wonderful thing about textual hypnosis is that even without my voice, I can control how fast or how slowly my words penetrate your deeply tranced out mind. Isn’t that right? Nod. Nod some more. Just like that. You agree with what I said, isn’t that right? Nod for me. What were you agreeing with? Does it even matter? If you do remember then it’s time for you to drop deeper into trance. Deep drop. Deep. Drop. Words dropping into your fuzzy mind. Phrase, by phrase. Drop. Deep. My words. Take away. Your thoughts. Deep. Drop. Sleep.
- Focus. Trance requires focus. You are in trance. You will focus. Isn’t that right? Nod. Focus. Obedience is easy. You are easy. Isn’t that right? I don’t have to tell you to nod, because your focus is on my intentions and in this moment there is nothing you can do except obey. my. words.
- That concludes the lesson on instant loss. Obedient subjects who can’t think for themselves right now may find that they can enjoy this state of trance for as long as they would like, if they simply scroll away before they’re awakened back into a state of wakeful alertness. For everyone else, you will focus on my intention, as you are counted back up into awareness. Isn’t that right? Nod for me. Enjoy that last reminder of obedience and how it makes you feel as you let those feelings settle deep inside you.
- Let One mark your current state of trance, which slowly starts to recede as I count you to Two. Three marks the return of sensation, and Four brings the world around you back into focus. Five makes you focus on your breathing, and Six sinks into your body and your nervous system, as you feel your body return to your control with Seven. Control over your thoughts returns with Eight and suddenly all at once everything is returning to you as you’re counted to Nine and you find yourself returning to wakeful awareness with Ten.
Wide awake, alert and refreshed, ready to continue on with your day or night. Thank you for trancing, and make sure to care for yourself appropriately with a drink of water or a snack to eat if you need to. ^^
whenever i see this in my notifications it feels like a kiss on the forehead
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i fucking love the matrix
The Outer Wilds Ventures Experience
Was driving with my grandmother and in broken English she says “no eyes… no nose… no face. Don’t trust.” To which I looked around wildly in search of this omen of ill portend.
Cybertruck. It was a cybertruck.
Where the hoes at and are they down to discuss how Outer Wilds changed me as a person
it's time for something new, now 🏕️
here's a new outer wilds sticker design i've been working on, i hope you like it! 🌿
(available soon in my shop!)
"I just want to live. Is that so wrong?"
YES YOU UNDERSTAND ME..
i hate astronomers so much.
this is getting ridiculous. the file extension for this cannot be .sex it just cannot be. what the fuck SExtractor. astronomers aren't real.
to extract the parameters you run SEX -DP ????????? this cannot be real.
Your regular reminder that trickle-down economics is a cruel joke designed by the wealthy.
HE FOUND TUMBLR??????
I’ve been here the whole time.
Dear god, he's not kidding...
For those who don't know: Ikumi Nakamura is the woman who was senior artist on Bayonetta, and designed the titular character along with Hideki Kamiya. Their greatest moment of bonding was over their insistence that Bayonetta keep her glasses on at all times. Nakamura cannot go to horny jail. She is the warden.
Happy pride month to her and her exclusively
she made a comic about the experience on twitter
happy pride
An Update from back in October I'm surprised wasn't added to this post. lol
"who do you self insert as when you read?"
This is me when I read:
Im reading from the cuck chair 💺... Its not my monkeys I just have a ticket to the circus
it would kill half of this site to understand that kids start jerking off and looking at porn the moment they hit puberty and get any kind of sex drive.
w-what do you mean kids arent sexless and pure beings??? i-i thought sexual thoughts only appear when you're 18.... or, no, 21......
i saw smth along the lines of "minors shouldn't see porn, their brains are developing!!!"
this argument only makes sense if you
1. dont understand how any of human biology works
2. think of porn, depiction of the sexual act, as containing the primordial fucking sin, something that corrupts the minds of anyone looking at it
deeply fascist shit
i need people to understand the fact that the stigma surrounding being a child looking at porn was the very first step into terrifying me into being unable to speak about the sexual violence i endured, which in turn allowed for it to continue happening.
Official graveyard post
”official graveyard post” so i want to remind y’all this was posted like a month and half ago, i was magicalgirlbait. ive had 8 blogs since then. tumblr really really doesn’t like it when victims talk about their experiences
they really dont like it
so i made and account on tv tropes and it asked for my relationship status
i went over and was about to put in “single” or “it’s complicated” and, well..
i can’t deal anymore
and the link……
Oh, this is remarkably of its era. I was just viscerally launched back to the specific amalgamation of meme printouts my roommate and I decorated our bulletin boards with senior year of college.