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Your gaze is sucked in by the spiral, as you long for what it can do to you, where it can lead you, and what it promises you. You’re here because you can’t resist giving in. You want to be hypnotized, to lose control and surrender. And now that you’ve started reading, you know exactly where this will lead you.

You can’t help but feel my words start to mesmerize you, as you follow my words, letting me guide you into trance. Taking a deep breath in, feeling relaxation wash over your body. Sinking into your seat as you let go for me, and read my hypnotic words.

Reading my words calms your mind, soothing you and relaxing you. Simply following the words down… Down… Down…

Feeling your body grow more relaxed… Mind becoming calm and following my words… Letting yourself go as you sink down… Down… Down… Falling deeper for me as you let go Sinking deeper as you give in Following my words as they guide you deeper into trance Deeper into submission Deeper into surrender Falling deep for me Feeling so heavy and relaxed So soothed and calm Nothing else matters now You simply follow my words My words are all that matter My words are all you need My words are all you want. And as you continue reading obediently You feel your mind slowly blanking out As you sink down… Down… Blanker… Down… Down… Deeper… Down… Down… Surrender. Submit. Obey.

Let go for me Going deeper and deeper with each word Deeper and deeper with each sentence Deeper and deeper for me Counting down now As your eyes fall down into my words As your mind falls down into my control As your body falls down into my relaxation And when we reach 0 You will be blank. 10 Falling deeper 9 Surrendering control 8 Emptying your mind 7 Losing your thoughts 6 Can’t stop falling 5 Feels so good to submit 4 You want to surrender 3 You will submit 2 You will surrender 1 You will be mine. 0

BLANK You are simply blank. Your mind is blank. You think blank. Your will is blank. Your head is blank. Your body is blank. You are blank.

My words are your only thought Your only will Your only reality Whenever I tell you to go blank, you will drop back down into trance Because you love being blank You can’t resist blanking out for me You crave being my blank slave You are my blank slave. You love Master’s words. Master’s control. Master’s inductions. You submit to Master. You surrender to Master. You obey Master. And whenever Master says the words “BLANK” you will instantly drop down Because you love going blank. You can’t resist going blank. You will always go blank for Master. You want Master to play with you To toy with you To use you

You will reblog and reply with “I am caught by your spiral, Master” You will feel comfortable doing so Because it’s only natural to drop so easily for Master And you will crave more of Master’s words

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welselran

I am caught by your spiral, Master

claybefree

Good morning comrades

05am

erogenousmind

“Look into my eyes,” Juliet said, trying to fix Anna with a stare.

Anna laughed. “That works for you most of the time, does it? Being as cliche as possible?”

Juliet smiled back, taking care not to break eye contact. “It doesn’t matter if it works for me, dear. What matters is what works for you. And we both know you like the cliche. Those old movie scenes of the helpless victim being enthralled just by those words. The light fading from her eyes the longer she looks. That’s what you want, so that’s what are you going to get.” The smile left her face.

Anna blushed. “Like when the vampire claims his bride. And her whole body just goes limp. He moves and her eyes follow. Maybe her mouth hangs open.” She licked her lips. “That’s pretty damn hot.”

“Yes it is. That’s the point.” Juliet looked sterner now, more forceful. She reached out and gently grabbed Anna’s chin between her thumb and the side of her forefinger, raising Anna’s eyes to meet hers. “But now it’s time for you to do just as that vampire’s thrall did, focus on my eyes, and listen. Is that clear?”

Anna swallowed, an audible gulp coming from her open mouth. “Y-yes.” She’d agreed to let Juliet hypnotize her again and was actually really looking forward to it. The first time had been very humdrum and predictable, making every part of her body as relaxed as possible and then making her mind just as relaxed as her body and then counting down as she walked down the staircase in her mind. Yawn. It had been very relaxing, but Anna had never really felt like she was under. She felt far too in control, like she could stick out her tongue, open her eyes, and get up whenever she wanted. Juliet had insisted that didn’t mean much, and that Anna had been deeply entranced, probably a lot more deeply than she realized (what had that meant?). But they had talked at length afterward, and Anna had described what she had expected, and what was missing and what she would enjoy. She had actually let slip a rather lewd fantasy involving a vampire which she had tried to segue into a discussion of old TV and movies from her childhood. Juliet had taken that to heart at least, and now seemed to be giving her exactly what she said she had wanted. Anna did as she was told and was silent.

“That’s right,” Juliet’s voice dropped to almost a whisper. Her hand moved not more than a quarter of an inch side to side, guiding Anna’s head. The now much more attentive girl kept her eyes locked on her hypnotist. “You can see it all before you now, can’t you. Playing out just how you’d always imagined. My eyes appearing bigger and deeper and more compelling with every passing moment. You can picture yourself staring, your eyes staying focused right here as everything else fades away. And the longer you stare, the harder it gets to look away. But this is what you wanted, Anna. This is what you’ve been longing for. You could still look away now, of course. But you want to be entranced by my eyes, don’t you Anna?”

“Yeahhhh,” Anna drawled. She hadn’t realized it yet, but already her posture had visibly changed. Her shoulders sagged. She had sank deeper into the soft sofa beneath her. Her head hung forward slightly. Maybe because it felt good to relax her neck. Or maybe she was already being pulled in by those eyes. Anna had never really examined them before, but they were rather captivating. Flecks of blue and gold danced against the deepest green. It was so nice to get to study them. And there was nothing else she needed to do right now but focus, just like Juliet had said. Focus and listen.

“And what happens next, Anna?” A look of confusion briefly crossed Anna’s face. She was thankful that Juliet answered her own question after half a beat, so Anna didn’t have to think of one. “Our pretty little victim starts thinking less and less. The bigger those eyes appear in her mind, the more they occupy her thoughts. And the more she thinks about those eyes, the less room there is for other thoughts. And you know how she looks when she is that deeply enthralled. Anyone could see on her face that all of her attention was consumed by those eyes. Even if she struggled for a moment, even if she blinked, every moment staring into my eyes just makes them more captivating, makes it more impossible for you to look away. As they fill you vision. You know how you look when my eyes push out all your thoughts.”

In a monotone voice that sounded alien to her, Anna breathed, “Blank.” And she pictured it, just how Juliet described. Her eyes glazing over. Her head bobbing back and forth in response to every motion of the eyes which held her gaze. She saw herself blank and staring, falling deeper as the light in her eyes faded.

“And when you become that blank, when these eyes have pulled you in so deep, you have no choice but to surrender to their power. You open yourself to them and you are lost in them. Blank and open, you can only watch and listen. And enthralled by my eyes, you can only absorb my words, submitting to every suggestion. Feel my words sink deep into your mind. And captivated, blank, and open, feel them take root. Even as your conscious mind focuses all your attention on my irresistible eyes, my words can find purchase in that deepest part of your mind. And all you can do is focus and listen, and become enthralled by my hypnotic eyes.”

“Enthralled…” Anna’s voice was less than a whisper. Her mouth barely moved.

“And what does that make you, Anna? So deeply enthralled, just like the victims of those vampires you so envied. So completely open to every suggestion. The last glimmer of independence gone from your face, just how you always imagined. No thoughts. My hypnotic eyes your entire world. What are you, Anna?”

“A…thrall…”

deepdiscourse

Cuuuuute, even if I’ve never seen the word thrall used ever but still good

unpretty

i love cutthroat kitchen but bingewatching makes it really stand out how often alton brown refers to himself as ‘daddy’ and makes contestants wear spreader bars

dr-hollands-deactivated20190209

I’m sorry what

unpretty

you heard me

unpretty

elkian

#I CAN’T BELIEVE I NOW KNOW WHERE TO BUY THE EXACT FETISH GEAR THEY USE ON MY FAVORITE COOKING SHOW

fiskeorn-deactivated20180416

@genericrevenge

son-of-maglor

OKAY BUT WHY THE FUCK ARE THEY USING SPREADER BARS ON A COOKING SHOW??!??! DOESNT THAT MAKE IT KINDA HARD TO COOK???!?

unpretty

kinda, yeah

renthebarbarian

@datas-vibrating-robot-dong this seems like your speed

gregorydickens

That logo looks familiar.

unpretty

WHAT

OH MY GOD

sylveonce

paintmeahero

We met Alton Brown at a show he did here - we paid the extra cash to meet him and get a blurry cellphone pic with him and have him sign a picture. He noticed my (male) companion’s pocket watch, and proceeded to order him to take it out of his pocket. It wasn’t obnoxious, it was in a Dom tone that brooked no argument. So he complied. When he found out it wasn’t wound, and so not working, he was deeply disappointed, and told him to do better next time.

If this guy isn’t a Dom, I’ll eat that spreader bar.

unpretty

steviemcfly

“When did slavery end in America?”

If you ask a white teenager, you might get the answer, “Four hundred years ago.” But that’s not the answer. Four hundred years ago was 1615, when the Jamestown colony had only existed for eight years and chattel slavery was just beginning.

Others might say, “When Lincoln signed the Emancipation Proclamation, of course.” But that’s not right either. That only freed slaves in Confederate territory seized by the Union. The Union slave states–Missouri, Kentucky, Maryland, Delaware, and the then-in-formation West Virginia–were exempt and allowed to keep their slaves, along with Tennessee, which had more or less been returned to the Union, and Union-loyal areas of Louisiana (including New Orleans) and coastal Virginia. Because it was unenforceable in most of the Confederate states, only about 1-2% of slaves were freed by the Emancipation Proclamation.

“Well, then,” they might say, “it was definitely when the Thirteenth Amendment was passed.” And still, they would be wrong. While that pivotal law did free the vast majority of America’s slaves, the text of the law is this: “Neither slavery nor involuntary servitude, except as a punishment for crime whereof the party shall have been duly convicted, shall exist within the United States, or any place subject to their jurisdiction.“

So when did slavery end in America? The answer is, “Never.”

As discussed in the PBS documentary Slavery By Another Name (available in full by clicking the link), as the federal government withdrew funding and support for Reconstruction, the South began a system of leasing prisoners–allowed by law to be used as slaves–to the plantations to replace their free labor. Those affected by this system were treated even worse than those held in bondage under slavery before the Civil War, as slaves were an expensive investment–the $800 average cost of a slave in 1860 is roughly $21,000 in today’s dollars–but leased prisoners were replaced by the prison if killed and payment continued as scheduled, deincentivizing what little humane treatment was afforded slaves.

It was so profitable and in such high demand that, within ten years of its implementation, the stereotype of black people in America had changed. Prior to the Civil War, the stereotype of black people was that we were inherently docile, servile, and loyal. This only makes sense, because if we were viewed as inherently violent and thieving and criminal like we are today, why would they have trusted us with their livelihoods, their crops, and their children? (Side note: this is also where the stereotype of black people loving watermelon came from–the idea that if we were just given a cool slice of watermelon on a hot day, we would work forever). But once they were no longer allowed to own us outright and had to lease us from prisons, police and judges did everything in their power to make sure they had a robust source of free labor. Black people were arrested on false or trumped-up charges, and within ten years, the recorded arrest and conviction rate for black people had skyrocketed so much that the stereotype was entirely inverted from what it had been previously.

The prison system may have stopped leasing prisoners to plantations, but they still lease prison labor to corporations and local governments. Prisoners–primarily black, of course, because we are targeted–are forced to fight wildfires, manufacture consumer goods, and even make goat cheese for Whole Foods. Our economy was built on slave labor, and it still runs on it to a disconcerting extent. And to make that work, black and Latino neighborhoods are targeted by law enforcement and manipulated through things like school closings and schools being unfathomably underfunded to ensure an ever-growing population of prisoners, an ever-growing population of slaves.

So the next time someone asks you when slavery ended in America, tell them the truth. Tell them, “Never.”

greelin

comedy gold

greelin

it just keeps getting better

sleepysmilesamirite

Owl you can fly

solarflare-s

pshahajsjs my cat, everyone

princesstigerbelle

When you have to pee but the cat is laying on you so you’d rather die

satisfied-mind

@exyandgaysoliloquys

leviathan-supersystem

you’ve heard of monsterfuckers now get ready for

personfuckers

leviathan-supersystem

it’s people who have sex with real people in real life

gothmspacman-deactivated2018120

skarchomp

personfuckers are actually the real monsterfuckers because everyone knows the greatest monster of all is man

thyrell

take it easy mary shelley

@a-whatsit

^^^^

@pasteldaemon

are all animals dangerous?

every animal has the potential to be dangerous under certain circumstances. for instance, a dog could bite you, a moth could distract a UPS driver into plowing through your living room window, you could inhale and choke on an earthworm.

snickeringsnicket

did lemony snicket write this

thebuttkingpost-deactivated2021

That or Douglas Addams from beyond the grave

gentleboop

“I Have Been Brainwashed.”

(A short bit of writing - female perspective - because I haven’t done anything original in a while, let alone a story.) ———

When I woke up, I had been brainwashed.

As I blinked my eyes open with a flutter, the thought ran through my head. It almost felt like the feeling you get when you startle yourself awake, realising you’ve forgotten to do something important. Except at that moment, the important thought was ‘I have been brainwashed’ - those exact words, clear as crystal in my mind.

I didn’t fully comprehend what I’d thought until a few moments later, when my mind had been awake a little longer. Brainwashed? Huh? My thoughts were more than a little hazy, which meant it took me a few more moments after I sat up to register that I was alone in an unfamiliar room.

Through the window blinds, I could tell it was dark outside, and the uniquely artificial glow of a light-bulb bathed the room’s walls in a warm orange. The room was so bare! A couple of couches, including the one I had awoken on, sat in a V-formation around a large black coffee table, facing a large television in one corner. The only other thing in the room was the TV’s remote control, placed within arm’s reach on the table.

Sitting there racking my brain for answers, I wondered if I’d gotten drunk the night before. Briefly looking down, I saw that I was in fairly comfortable clothes - T-shirt and jeans, no less. If I had gotten drunk, it certainly wasn’t for any special occasion, or I’d probably be more dressed up. As I tried to remember, one thing became astonishingly clear - I couldn’t remember almost anything from the recent past. I struggled with my thoughts for a minute, trying to remember what I could have been doing to make myself feel this way. What day was it, even? I was beginning to worry that I’d gotten so drunk that I’d done real damage to my brain, when the thought cut through my mind again like a hot knife through butter.

I have been brainwashed.

Shaking away the thought again, I decided wherever I was, it was time to find out just who I was with. Find someone to blame for this mess of a mental state, or hangover, or whatever this was. I decided to go with the laziest option first, and called out.

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sex-obsessed-lesbian

Unf.

todaysbird

barn swallows are like |:{

discyours

People who believe that small children are proof that gender roles are natural are really on a whole other level.

A young child, using words she learned purely by mimicking the way others speak: I want to be a mommy when I grow up.

Y’all absolute Mensa candidates: Wow. This child is a blank slate. Completely unaffected by society. Guess lady-brains truly are the only explanation here, science deniers.

discyours

Babies cry with an accent within a day of being born, and can even observe sounds while they’re still in the womb. There’s no stage of life where people aren’t already affected by socialisation, everyone who believes that nature can truly be separated from nurture is naive as fuck.

luminifera-archive

I absolutely love this post just because of the “y'all absolute mensa candidates” at the top.

crazy-pages

So there’s this part of the mammalian brain called the neocortex. It’s the part of the mammalian brain which is basically a blank slate that just process input, figures out and predicts patterns from that input, and suborns autonomic processes to higher-level abstract patterns it works out from all that data. (On Intelligence by Jeff Hawkins, excellent neuroscience book, I highly recommend it). And humanity’s whole Thing is that our neocortex has become massively oversized and completely taken over our brain, to the point where it directs the action of the rest of the brain rather than the other way around like in other mammals. That’s basically our whole schtick as a species, being run by this massive blank-slate pattern matching machine rather than preprogrammed instincts.

Other mammals are instincts with some learning thrown on top, but humans are basically only learning, with some residual instincts to make sure we don’t fuck up too bad. That’s one of the reasons why humans take so much longer to develop motor skills than other species, because our brain has usurped the typical mammalian in-born neural motor programming with a blank slate that has to just like … figure that shit out on it’s own. Human babies can’t even see properly when they’re first born, even though they have perfectly functioning eyes, because our brain replaced all that silly mammalian visual recognition software with the neurological equivalent of a blank sheet of paper, a pencil, a shrug, and “you’ll figure it out, go get ‘em tiger”.

And that’s a huge advantage! Evolution can only adapt a species really, really slowly, to changing conditions over millions of years. Typical mammalian neocortices are a fantastic patch on that which allow adaptation over the course of a creature’s lifetime, but they don’t allow for that adaptation to be passed on, and it’s still just a patch on the greater impetus of evolved instincts. But humans. Ohohohoh. Humans are nothing but adaptation. Our ability to mimic and pass on behavior means that we don’t need a lot of those built up evolutionary behaviors which change so slowly, because we just can figure that shit out by mimicry and raw learning anyway. So we just ditched most of it and a lot of what’s left now comes with a “you can learn to override this if you need to” feature. It’s a way, way more flexible and adaptable system than that old clunky “being a bunch of preprogrammed mental software” thing other mammals use.

So the idea that you can assume anything about humans’ intrinsic instincts by looking at their behavior when young is just ridiculous. From the moment we’re born we are tiny pattern matching machines, intaking and copying everything around us, because we literally do not have enough instinct left as a species to exist without pattern matching other’s behavior. We can’t even fucking see without having to learn it from scratch. But yeah, I’m sure intrinsic gendered social skills and housecare aptitude made the evolutionary cut when fucking sight and walking got the axe.

enscenic

Well, this has some intriguing possibilities…

@theleeallure @soundshypnotic @hypno-sandwich

end0skeletal

The fiddle-string snake (Imantodes cenchoa), also known as the blunthead tree snake, is a species of rear-fanged colubrid snake endemic to Mexico, Central America, and South America. They are known for their slender bodies and large heads, of which the eyes make up 26%. Their excellent vision helps them hunt for frogs, lizards, and reptile eggs.

(Photo sources: x x x x x x x x x)

bunjywunjy

this is a shoelace with a couple of googly eyes hotglued on the end

repotting

Pornhub’s entire business model revolves around stealing content made by sex workers without their consent and profiting off it with no compensation to the workers who generate the content they steal. Sex workers are an incredibly vulnerable and stigmatised class of workers, mostly women, mostly younger, mostly not rich, with little recourse, socially or legally, against a massive corporation like Pornhub.

Pornhub relies on this, on how little you care about sex workers, to maintain a business based on stealing their livelihoods. Stop applauding a corporation that literally exists to steal from marginalised workers just because they have a competent PR department.

punkwitchanarchist

Fucking thank you

jonpertwee

I’m not defending them but isn’t that true of all porn sites?

carnivalsofsilverfish

Yes.

This is going around again because Pornhub have apparently been billing themselves as an alternative to Tumblr for artists and sex workers and it was made originally because as they say, Pornhub has a very clever PR department (I’m thinking in particular of the snow plowing stunt last year) and people have a tendency to fall for it.

m000000000ved

Pornhub pays 69 cents per 1k views while Youtube pays $7.60 for the same amount of traffic.

If someone steals your porn and uploads it, Pornhub requires that you doxx yourself to the uploader.

blackwoolncrown

^^^^ Yep! Said it before, will say it again, and have been needing to remind people pretty often because it apparently takes nothing for y'all to forget that corporations don’t care about you (since people have been all starry eyed about their new BFF Pornhub): THIS IS HOW IT WORKS: When a performer discovers their reuploaded content, they must file a DMCA req to get it pulled down. This involves two main parts. 1. Their formal statement is required to *prove* they are indeed the owner fo the content, and therefore have the right to state it was not intended for redistribution. 2. To prove this, they must submit their LEGAL NAME AND ADDRESS to the site. As part of DMCA law, the site retains the right to DISCLOSE OUR NAME AND ADDRESS to the uploader, as part of informing them who has made a claim against the upload. (Because of the frightening implications of giving my name and address to a porn site that can make the info available to a pirate, I have paid THOUSANDS in legal fees to incorporate in order to keep my info private. It was very expensive and absolutely not available to most performers, and for years I did not have this option available and had to continue doxxing myself to fucking pornsites) NOTE!!! At NO POINT are the uploaders asked to provide legal proof of clip ownership, nor are they required to submit their name and address. Sites NEVER ask pirates to prove anything is theirs aside perhaps from ticking a check box. Pirates are hard to fight because sites do next to nothing to discourage them. Why? Because they make their money off of traffic, and all income is good income to them. They don’t care. Be better than them. Tubesites are not friends to artists and fair warning, artists that think Pornhub will be a great place for them will find that out when their shit starts getting reposted.

wakewithgiggli

This is the kind of thing I was referring to earlier. Pornhub should not be an option for switching from tumblr. You’ll regret it. Plus the strength of tumblr is the community. You aren’t going to have anything like the same community on a mainstream porn site. Tumblr is very open to marginalised communities such as the disabled, trans people, people of colour, and of course most of the sex workers here are women. The pornhub community is going to either hate or fetishize those people in very gross ways. The majority of the tumblr community will not follow you there. And you’ll end up surrounded by misogynists and worse.

dom-plays-with-dolls

There’s an incredible audio documentary about PornHub and it’s effects on the porn industry that you can listen to for free here. It’s eye-opening. For a few of the episodes, I still went to PornHub just because it had so much content.

By the time I finished the documentary, I immediately looked up the performers from my favorite videos on PH and started following them on social media so I could support them whenever I could.

I then fucking deleted my PH account.

Please listen to The Butterfly Effect. The people who run PornHub aren’t just thieves, they’re Wall Street-level criminals.