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Ok that makes so much sense
Fountain of Life, 2020 by David Cheifetz (American, b. 1981); Oil on panel, 20 × 16 in
do not forget the patron saint of these weeks that we celebrate ourselves proudly and openly in the streets
her name was Marsha P Johnson, and we have her to thank for so much.
remember, the first Pride was a riot, and she was one of the brave souls who endured it to help carve the path which so many of us walk today. she helped found several activist groups regarding LGBT safety and wellbeing. and she was absolutely radiant, too.
thank you, Marsha. we remember you.
Happy Pride to all the weirdos and freaks, the queers and the outcasts, the odd, the strange, the fantastical, the humans, the creatures, the gremlins, and the unquantifiable.
You are revolutionary and beautiful simply by existing. You are made of magic and share it wherever you go. Your whimsy, your fire, and your compassion can change the world. Stand firm for yourself and your community.
Even if you don't feel safe to express who you are yet, know that you are safe with me--whoever you are is what I will see. Even if all you can do right now is internally accept yourself, that is still an incredibly important step. There is always a place for you, whether you find that place or create that place.
Take up space! Experiment! Be silly, or be refined. Be loud, or be quiet. Be colorful, or be monochrome.
Be.
If you're looking for a sign, this is it. Remember what Pride stands for: fighting for the right to self-determine, the right to live your truth without persecution, and the right to openly love who you are. It is never too late to start.
Come join me in the grand tradition of breaking the mold--because what about us was ever going to fit expectations, anyway?
🖤💚Freak Pride!!💚🖤
d*mn!
I feel like a lot of people get "All Art is Political" confused with "All Art is made with Political Intentions" which is not the same.
is it just me who struggles to act normal about hypno terms in day to day life? whenever i hear the word "obey" I turn around like they said my name.
not that this one is super common but when people say "mindless drone" in a totally normal context I am taken aback. because that phrase is so OBSCENE!!! SO SEXUAL!!! LIKE HOW ARENT YOU EMBARRASSED ABOUT THROWING AROUND THAT WORD COMBINATION!!! and other people just don't think anything of it
this is how i feel about hypnosis or mind control in general, especially in otherwise vanilla situations or media.
like, i cannot fucking imaaaagine how people watch those scenes of people giving up control of their mind to someone else without getting incredibly upset, uncomfortable, or aroused!
or go to stage hypnosis shows and find it all incredibly silly or entertaining rather than distinctly uncomfortable or arousing
buuuut i am a hypnokinkster, and have just accepted that my brain gets a bit weird about that stuff 🥵
i've been phasing the phrase 'google it' out of my vocabulary and going back to 'look it up'. fuck you youve lost your generic trademark privileges
Listen, there's something so insanely hot about being sat in a conversation between people who are clearly very smart, not even being able to even try to follow along, and knowing they fully know how slow you are in that moment. Like, I'm not a dumb person... all the time. But it's just a hot button for me and always has been to be sat there twirling my hair as my thoughts drift away as they keep blah, blah, blahing around me about something smarty pants and I just smile and nod back. Like I'm just there for decoration. They don't expect me to get involved in fact, they love when I'm confused and silent for a change. They think it's cute.
So last night after a weekend of intense shenanigans (we played fraction8 nearly 4 times) I was VERY fractionated still, and very easy. I'm sat in a vc with my wife and our friend. We play together a fair bit and safe to say I was in one of my subby moods. The two of them are science-y types and they were talking about some sort of biology thing (for context I failed bio and chem at high school as well as maths, it's not my jam).
My wife looked in the camera and shushed me. Placing her fingers on my lips always forces me to be quiet. As she holds her finger to the camera I lost the ability to speak. So here I am flustered and fractionated. Squirming in subby frustration at this. She's like "hey since we're going to talk about smart science things you can just smile, nod and look pretty okay?" I start to unravel a little at the idea. While it wasn't stated I should be getting dumber, I was very confused, my head started to spin a little. The last time such a thing was said to me was around 2018 when I was dumbed down in this same situation. Smart people talk while I, the total ditz can only listen to the smarty pants people talking to each other doing their smart things with their full brain. Now this alone would have done me in, however earlier in the call I picked up my tally counter, my personal clicker, the one that now thanks to this friend drops me into trance when I click it. Only for a second of course, not long enough sometimes but enough to get my brain fucked up after a while. He said "I know you haven't even thought about putting it down" and I thought about that for a second. He was right. I didn't want to and after explaining the difference between wanting to do something and actually doing that thing to me he said, "you know while we talk you can also just keep clicking yourself into trance, clicking your mind away." And that did me in. I knew the game was set.
So here I was clicking, fractionating myself, gasping in and out of trance. Each time I came up I'd see the finger pressed against my mouth. I couldn't say anything but just listen to the conversation. I don't know what they said, I couldn't follow it even if I tried really, really hard. It was a blur. At one point I heard my wife point out my adorable eye rolling but I don't eye roll. Well, not normally anyway. See, when I drop I just close my eyes, or fall with them open. Eye rolls only happen when I'm really fucked up and it seems I was giving that level of helpless in the facial department. I didn't even notice. I couldn't even notice. Ooof. Anyway after a while I came back up. My friend looks at me and he said, "click" I verbally repeat it back, unprompted as my finger pressed the button for him. My damn parroty brain just latched onto anything it could as my mind was just putty in their hands and it was awesome. Truly a good time had by all.
Today's weather: 7 AM Industrial Pump Concert
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For hypnosis involving tea, would you rather go under by:
Drinking the tea
Watching the tea being stirred
Watching the steam coming off the tea in spirals
Chewing those popping bubbles, imagining each of them as your thoughts
Drinking the tea... listen I know it's basic and there's far more creative ways to fall into trance but just imagine with me for a second:
You invite me over to have a cup of tea with you. Knowing full well you've put that special hypnotic drug in the tea, you hand me my cup. I smile and say thank you, politely at you. Still none the wiser and blow on it gently. It smells sweeter than usual. Probably some sort of fancy tea I've never tried before. I take a sip. You look up from your regular cup of tea smiling at me. Trying to act natural, you don't want me to know what you've done yet. But you know, it's only a matter of time now before I find out.
My eyes flutter a little. Why is my head so dizzy all of a sudden. I guess I'm just hungry, maybe dehydrated. My eyes start growing heavier. My head continues to spin circles as I place the cup down on the table, hand shaking slightly. You ask me what's wrong and I say, "oh nothing, I think I'm just a little umm, well, tired. I guess I must not have slept well." At this stage the room is spinning. My eyes are barely staying open as my head starts to grow heavy. My body limp. I can barely stay conscious. Through the fuzzy haze glazing over my eyes I thought I saw you smirk as you take my hand in yours. Patting it gently, so reassuring.
You tell me to, "relax honey, you'll feel better soon." I nod. Of course you are right. You're always right. I smile as I let my eyes flutter closed. Shut tight. Everything turns to black as my body slumps over onto the table. You whisper something in my ear. I'm trying to listen but I can't quite make out anything besides the words, "empty", "obedient", "good girl". Which make me feel so safe. I thought I heard the word "drugged". But I trust you. You'd never drug me, right?
I think the idea of being secretly hypnotized in public is really hot. To everyone around you, you just look like a normal person wearing headphones. None of them know that you’re deep in trance. They don’t know that your brain has been drained of free will and filled with obedience. Your glazed eyes simply blending in with the crowd. Not a single person knows how easy it would be to take advantage of you. Only you know, and you’re much too deep in trance to do anything about it. All you can do is listen as you fall ever deeper, knowing that you’re completely helpless if you get caught.
open tumblr, see something that pisses me off, write a snarky post, delete it, write a slightly more earnest post, edit it for 5 minutes, delete it, close tumblr
Hey. Heyhey. Do me a favor real quick.
If you don't already know you have issues doing so, squat down real quick. Bend your knees all the way and touch the floor. Just make sure you can do it. Okay? For me? And then stand up all the way and make sure you can balance on one foot.
Like. You don't need to blow it into some huge thing. Just. Make sure all your bits and peices still work the way you think they do.
Can you turn your head to look behind you without twisting your shoulders? What about standing on your toes? If you sit down on the floor can you get back up without using your hands?
If there was ever a tumblr post worth sending to your mom, it's this one.
Just saying, bodies are a use it or lose it kinda thing.
okay so every time I see this post crop back up in queues and notifications I end up thinking about it. Because I made the post and even I'm still doing the thing where I read the post about maintaining range of motion in my delicate meatsuit and I nod and hmm and think yeah that's a good idea and then dont move from where I'm curled up shrimp style staring at the nightmare rectangle.
So like. Thinking real hard about moving doesn't count as moving. Major bummer. Anyways. Joints.
now pay close attention to that ham! cuz it’s not the last time you’re gonna see that ham on your dashboard.