Born to Fuck Shit up Forced to Study

@ihavelovedalove

This is my semi-expicit multi-fandom blog

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innumerable-eyes

Op is aware It's being a bit shitty

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There's nothing I hate more than high protocol master/ slave dynamics enforced with heavy discipline and little to no positive reinforcement

I want to beat the dom to death with my bare hands and turn the sub into a spoilt pillow princess

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Guy who's sad slavery was abolished before he got a turn x girl who's been taught her whole life she's only valuable if she's useful

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"He says I'm not allowed to use a safe word during punishments but he smiled at me for half a second three days ago so I know he really loves me"

Wow yeah neat I can't wait to feel his eyeball pop between my molars as I give you your tenth orgasm in as many minutes

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I think the risks of punishment are ridiculously under stated in the kink community

I think many dominants feel the need to justify their own sadistic urges and want to be able to punish people for doing the wrong thing but they can't go off and be vigilantes so they bring that energy to kink without ever considering the psychological damage they're doing to the subs in their care

I think many submissives seek out discipline in hopes of being found worthy or being given worth or they get told this is the way bdsm is done and go along with it without ever considering the effect it's having on their own mental health

As much as I believe you can consent to anything and bdsm is about play I don't believe most couples are practicing informed consent when it comes to discipline and I do believe this type of play should stay in scenes not be the basis of 24/7 dynamics

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Part of what I love about tumblr is how now if you want to reblog this very interesting point about discipline and consent you also have to reblog the bit where I talk about eating eyeballs

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"Yeah but my master/ slave dynamic is different, I love her and care for her"

*gesturing emphatically with a melon baller in one hand and a strap on in the other* mhmm I totally believe you, I'm just gonna take her out to dinner so we can have a chat girl to girl, and maybe a few drinks after, no you're not invited, don't wait up

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I'm here to protect subs and chew eyeballs, and boy your eyeballs look mighty tasty

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My corpse speaking truth

captain-price-returns

got humiliated publicly by a woman asking him mildly hard questions

-lost 650 billion dollars and is no longer a trillionaire

-movie he said would be a woke disaster is loved by everyone

So now he’s crashing out over Anne Hathaway saying trans people are human beings

In France if you suffer from hair loss as a teenage girl and cannot afford a real hair wig the school will try and force you to go to class bald. The school will make you buy a chemotherapy turban, you will buy two different so that the school can choose which one they prefer and you will prove that they are chemotherapy turban and not hijab but once you wear it they will change their mind and say it looks too much like a hijab and insist on you going bald or buying a real hair wig that you cannot afford.

If your doctor makes multiple documents confirming that you suffer from alopecia because of stress and the medicine you have to take for your epilepsy and that wearing a bonnet or something is recommended for your mental health as you’re not ready to go out bald in high school as a teenage girl, instead of admitting they are wrong the school will accuse the doctor of lying and report him to the Ordre des Médecins (equivalent of the General Medical council). Your doctor will find himself asking you for a document stating that you are not Muslim in order to defend himself and prove that no he wasn’t colluding with you so you could wear a substitute for hijab.

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In France if you are a North African nurse at a public hospital and wear a fabric surgical cap they will try to make you remove it because apparently it’s a hidden hijab. They will accuse you of going against secularism and when you’ll argue that they are discriminating you by assuming you’re Muslim for a surgical cap on your head they will change their angle and claim that you should wear nothing on your hair because you wear the same surgical cap in multiple bedroom which is unhygienic apparently (which is a bullshit argument cause you wear the same scrub/uniform in different bedrooms as well). They will go as far as claiming that disposable scrub caps (you know the thin papery ones?) are not okay to wear in a hospital even if you change it regularly. And then they will fire you for a lack of hygiene because you wear a surgical cap.

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All of that will be done in the name of secularism and women’s right despite having nothing do with either quite the opposite.

The teenage girl’s story is also not just about racism and Islamophobia it’s also about ableism as the girl is convinced that the real reason the school is trying to push her out is because she had an epilepsy crisis in class and nobody knew what to do and the school nurse was absent. It could have ended badly had her best friend not known what to do to help. Apparently it was bad enough to cancel class for the rest of the day and the teacher was shocked to the point of ending on sick leave.

marzipanandminutiae

oh and don't forget that many parts of France mandate by law how much skin women must show in swimsuits, which they claim is about not getting street dirt in public pools but which is disproportionately enforced on Muslim or even just Middle Eastern/North African women

(and of course is also some forced nudity misogynistic bullshit in general, to boot)

prettyinpinkcatgamer

I didn't really care too much about the french government previously, but now I want every one of that scum dead almost as much as the american government.

What if I tell you that the guy people (internationally) were fawning about because he was the youngest and first openly gay prime minister we had in France is remembered for one thing that he is still very proud of. He passed a law making “abaya” illegal at school. Except there is literally zero way to distinguish a “abaya” from a summer dress or any long dress. So what happened is that Arab and Black girls ended up being profiled at school and school staff ended up deciding that if a Arab or Black girl says that this is not a “abaya” one way to know for sure was to ask them what they were wearing underneath…

So we have grown adults asking underage girls what they are wearing under their dress and if they wear shorts and not just underwear they have to remove the dress and stay in short or they get send back home… grown ass ADULTS checking what UNDERAGE Black and Arab girls wear under their dresses and making them undress or lose access to education. That’s where we’re at in France…

(And you can’t wear a headband either if you’re Black or Arab but that’s an other subject.)

P.S: For the white French people who will be disingenuous and claim that these laws don’t target Arab and Black girls they actually do because it’s only illegal to wear these stuff if you’re Muslim and because Islam is a racialized religion in the West, France assume that all Black and Arab folks in France are Muslim so white girls are not affected by these laws.

paranoidgemsbok

Stardew valley is problematic because it forces you to have an outside cat in a threatened woodland environment

halalchampagnesocialist

genuinely what the fuck is wrong with americans

Way down the line, when they're leading Ottawa to another Stanley Cup, Ilya gets slammed too too hard by some eager new player. He's knocked unconscious and Shane practically flies from the box to the ice, watching as the EMTs intervene and carry him out on a stretcher.

Yuna goes in the ambulance with Ilya — Shane can't get out of his skates fast enough to run over in time, so he drives a few minutes behind them — and she calls Shane to keep him updated. It's fine, it's all fine, Ilya is already semi conscious and talking to them both. Shane's mind goes to all of the worst places anyway.

They lose service when they get in the elevator, but Yuna still sends out a text message with the room number. Shane speeds faster and then bolts through the hospital.

When he finally sees Ilya, minutes later, already in a blue hospital gown and connected to an IV but conscious and beaming up at him, Shane breaks into tears.

"Don't cry, solnyshko," Ilya says. "Come here," he holds out the hand that's free from the needles and Shane takes it.

"I have something important to ask you," Ilya tells him. It suddenly feels so serious. Shane's heart drops.

"Will you come to my cottage this summer?" Ilya says in a sing-songy voice, using his best Canadian accent. "Don't go to Russia. Come to my house, we'll have so much fun..."

Shane laughs. "You remember that?"

"Every fucking word."

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So--when I was in my mid-twenties and the Disaster Ex tried to make me kill myself, the local mental hospital didn't have any beds open in the usual ward for attempted suicides.

What they did have was a single spare bed in the small, comfortable, quiet, wildly expensive facility for girls with eating disorders.

They asked each of the young women currently living there if it was acceptable that I might occupy a bed in one of the rooms for a while, just the long weekend while I was waiting for a doctor's evaluation. I hadn't been violent, I had gone with the cops without putting up any fight at all, and I was still and I was small and all those things were sufficient for me to be deemed safe. So up they sent me, to somewhere high in Western Psych, above the smells and sounds of the denser-packed wards, above where the care workers were harried and frustrated, to a gentle space with seven or eight young women in it.

I was five foot three, and I weighed about 115 pounds. I was underweight for my frame, as a fair amount of that weight was martial arts muscle; I would probably have been ten pounds heavier if I were healthy, with the amount of activity I got.

I was at least two inches shorter than pretty much every other young woman there, six or seven inches shorter than one of them, and I had at least thirty pounds on several of them. The tallest was not allowed to walk, she had to sit in a wheelchair and be pushed around, because her condition was so advanced that the motion would undo what good her hard work had done.

And over the course of the four or five days I was there, multiple of them came up to me alone to quietly tell me that I had the *perfect* body, and they wished they could be as skinny as I was. That I needed to live, because I was beautiful, and if they were as beautiful as I was, they wouldn't need to be here.

Their eyes were on me all the time, in the hours that I wasn't sleeping. I spent a lot of time sleeping, and we took our meals separately (I not needing to be monitored while I ate, and not having my food weighed), but we spent a fair amount of time sitting around in the little shared living room space, talking about movies and magazines and books we'd loved, talking about our families. I didn't talk about my family; they didn't pry.

They were all so fucking nice.

And I could have broken any one of them over my narrow knee. They each thought they were bigger than I was.

Their brains lied to them, every time they looked at a mirror. Every time they looked down at their own thighs. What they saw was not what I could see. They had bright, beautiful eyes in dark hollows, and I could count their vertebrae, could see their ribs winging when they breathed, could see the motion of every tendon on the backs of their hands.

They weren't celebrities. They weren't being paid to have particular bodies, nor were they deep in the toxic sea of having strangers take photos of them to sell to gossip rags if they stepped out of doors in old jeans. They had families and loved ones who were doing everything that they could to protect them, to uplift them and help them be healthy. They were just everyday people--a nurse, a couple of students, a couple of recent college grads, a young woman who had decided it was time to really get help because she wanted to be a mother--and still they'd been so injured by the neverending fucking deluge of body-image bullshit that they were dying of it.

That was in 2009. Things are worse now. I think about them still. I hope that they're all right.

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And in case some people aren't aware: anorexia is deadly. There is a point at which your body looses the ability to digest food and you are no longer capable of improving.

Gortash Week DAY 7 - AU An alternate universe where Gortash survives the confrontation with the Netherbrain and eventually returns to his duties as Archduke.

This is also the canonical epilogue to my story

batmanisagatewaydrug

god the Bratz boy characters (Boyz) were so funny. there's so much gender going on here. these five utterly swagless men were as good as it got in the early 2000s.

batmanisagatewaydrug

loving this confirmation that da boys were all wearing the same pair of shoes. there was a buy one get four at the old navy and the lads had to get in on it.

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Thad™... they call me "SHARK" cuz' my CHARM sneaks up on you!

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all of their entries on the Bratz wiki (wikiz?) are so funny because they're like. they're characters that are designed to be interesting for young girls who like playing dress up with dolls but they're also supposed to represent the abstract concept of a Teenage Boy, whatever the hell that is, so all of their personalities are like "loves to flaunt the coolest clothes and flashiest shoes! has a huge collection of belts, gloves, and hats that he takes great pride in! also enjoys uuuuh monster trucks and death metal"

batmanisagatewaydrug

I'm so sorry to bring them up again but I'm back on the Bratz wiki and apparently all of these boys are Dylan

like okay, there's the guy we saw above. still wearing the same shoes, mind you!

this is the darkest Dylan ever gets but he also straightens his hair. or MAYBE those are meant to be braids, there might be some texture there but it's very hard to discern in this screenshot

and then there's uuuh extra ambiguous Dylan

and then he's just a third brunette white boy

and this, too, is Dylan

this franchise hates these boys so much that there's nega-continuity about them

kind of harmonically beautiful

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Matthew Lillard and Angelina Jolie as “Cereal Killer” and “Acid Burn” in Hackers (1995)

previously unseen genders in human history

Necessary and sufficient

the longer I sit with obsession the more empathy I start to feel for entity!nikki. this creature that was created solely to love one person with this all-encompassing intensity that needed to be stronger than anything anyone felt in the entire world. entity!nikki whose entire world was just one single focal point; she'd do anything for bear to love her. she didn't know anything when she came into existence, but she was willing to do anything to get this man to fall for her.

it must have been equally terrifying for her as it was for the real nikki to have someone else fight for control over what she perceived as her body. the scene where she's sobbing in the corner, terrified of her dreams is now more sad than terrifying to me. real nikki, who has just been raped by her once best friend hurting so badly that it seeps into entity!nikki's nightmares. entity!nikki who doesn't understand why the thing she wanted so badly is causing her so much pain. why she can't bring herself to lie in bed next to the man who is the center of her world.

and the worst part is bear doesn't even seem to like her. she's trying so so hard; she made a lovely memorial for his dead cat, she waited for him to come home all day without moving an inch, she made sure to be the most doting girlfriend at the party, and he's not pleased by any of it. he seems disturbed and angry and scared and she has no idea what to do to make it better. to make it worse, he keeps asking her to behave like the original nikki but he was the one who wished for her!! she can't be like nikki because nikki was simply not capable of loving bear even a fraction of how much she does!

she can't seem to reconcile it; he wanted her so badly he conjured her into reality and now he doesn't want her anymore. she doesn't know what to do. she tries everything. she obsesses over him, she threatens to hurt herself, she gets rid of that bitch sarah who keeps distracting him and trying to steal him away, and then dresses in her clothes for good measure and he still doesn't want her.

and then finally in a fit of desperation, she makes the wish and for one beautiful moment its all perfect. he's finally looking at her the way she looks at him. and then he's dead and she's lost everything.

her entire existence, from the moment of her conception to her death was painful, and confusing, and so very sad.

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