#Measure and control

[rotationalsymmetry]

Rent control is on the ballot for California voters this November.

I uh, get that tumblr isn't exactly sorted by geography, but this is a huge deal.

It's a huge deal even for people who don't expect to be personally affected by it -- rent control is a protection against the poorest people living in a city being forced out, and that's just bad for everyone. When you have a city where only medium well off to rich people live, you get their service employees coming in from a suburb an hour and a half away (blech) or else you get people stacked three to a room. Or people holding down a job or three while trying to earn enough to get off the street or, well, out of their parents' place or away from the abusive partner they can't afford to break up with. Point is, a lack of housing that people can just keep living in at the same price, means a lot of bad things for society, and we probably aren't going to socialize housing within the next ten years but maybe we can get rent control back.

[chazchaschad]

POV: you’re the 18268397269272927th random object to show up on the bridge this week

[botanyshitposts]

Sign i saw recently had a bunch of paint worn away with lichen in its place, however i unfortunately did not have my phone on me 😔😔

in an alternate universe where science funding is stable and abundant regardless of monetary gain we have already gotten to the complex root of which lichens enjoy signs but only the letters or only the sign and what about the letters or sign they prefer and this haunts me

[snezus-christ-risen]

Calling someone’s nose a “needy little thing” because they just can’t stop sneezing.

[niccolites]

i am a simon 'bad drunk' riley truther. he never gets Truly smashed bc he hates the loss of control being fully drunk brings up

but he does drink enough that it has you on edge. ruins the vibe if anyone else is there, brings the mood down immediately. you start shuffling anxiously if you're in public or at a party, a tense feeling in your stomach because he will start a fight and you won't be able to stop him

he always manhandles you when he's sober, but you get the feeling it's just because he can. shifts you about where he wants you. when he's drunk, his thumbs always dig into you just a little bit too much, wants you blinking up at him with wet eyes. he wants you just on the edge of feeling ashamed and betrayed by him and his horrible behaviour before he yanks you back into him again. just because he can

[youcantdateosmosisjones]

I really feel like Sparrow losing 10 years to the Spire irreversibly shaped them going forward, and they really do live life like an ex-convict.

Losing so many people due to coming back home changed, not being able to adjust, and never being able to return to the person you once were are all obvious--but Ex-cons have stated that after getting out of a controlled environment, and returning to a world where they have freedom again, they end up overcompensating.

Atonement for their actions, catching up with the world, indulging in things they longed for in confinement... it feels like a must--an obligation--and we already know that Sparrow has a complicated relationship with duty.

But all those achievements? All the heroics? Taking Albion's future in their hands as a ruler? It's likely an internal struggle to make up for all that was lost (especially if their wish was to save all the other lives the spire took).

But here's the thing... it never feels like enough. They're always going to be weighed down by the guilt, shame, and loss of agency. What time you have left is going to feel so precious, and they can't fuck it up. Life spent in the past is life wasted. They didn't stop moving forward when Rose died, and they didn't stop after losing everything else.

If they "fail", they fall apart... and that's not something they feel they can afford, knowing what it cost them before. So... they keep doing things. Keep building, keep their hands busy, and keep telling them self to live up to every promise they made. It's the only way they know how to live.

They must be the hero Albion needs. They must ensure its future. When Theresa tells them their kid is a part of that legacy, it feels like another obligation.

It's tragic, I think, that they probably never broke out of that mentality.

(check tags for thoughts on HoBW + Logan)

[sudokufriend]

> goes into the anti psych tag

> it’s full of people who are psych critical not anti psych

> ok :(

[iidsch]

also more codelyokoposting but I really really dig XANA as a villain. It's not a person with a complex background that led them down the path of evil, it's not a morally grey character you sympathize with but condemn. It's a powerful AI capable of controlling almost anything in the real world. It doesn't have a face or a body, we only know it for its symbol and for the monsters it controls in the virtual world. It's willing not just to kill people through various methods (poisoning, drowning, car crash, fucking space lasers too?) but also Earth as a whole (it tried to blow up a NUCLEAR PLANT and crash two trains with toxic chemicals in them). And we don't even know why it does this, at least not for now. It may not even have a particular reason, just some sort of virus or malware in the form of an AI that seeks nothing but destruction without any goals in mind. This "pure evil" characteristic doesn't come off as childish, like in some children cartoons, it's just kind of scary to think that such an incomprehensible and destructive force exists, almost feels like a natural disaster

[spikyiwaizumi]

I subscribe to the “yaku blushes easily and it frustrates him no end that kuroo never ever goes even slightly red no matter what anyone says” school of thought

[ragsy]

Let's fucking go

[problemnyatic]

To moralize one's feelings is to misunderstand the nature of agency.

[uniquethingtastemaker]

The Rook x Observant Reader got even longer. I’m not even talking the current word count which is 39k. I’m talking I have more idea to fit in the end so the entire theme of the fanfic is more wholistic. Yes, there are core themes in this like real novels or short stories. There’s even foreshadowing. I intentionally use story structure to enhance the reader’s experience. I make sure that there’s no scenes that are not there for a reason. If I could take it out of the story and it would still make sense, I’ve banished it to the scrap pile.

I have no idea how this happened. I’m as surprised as everyone else. I’ve been in shock for the past 3 hrs.

Some of these things I didn’t even plan until I looked a little closer and analyzed it and went “oh my god! The parallels!” You’ll get it once you read it.

I’m still in shock but I have to share because wtf. I didn’t plan any of this. It just happened and it’s smart

[lokijiro]

As a child, Sherlock thinks that his big brother controls their neighbourhood. It’s a wild exaggeration, but he’s not completely wrong. Mycroft’s ability to deduce and manipulate people has allowed him to create a network of people who do his bidding and keep an eye on his little brother when he can’t do it himself.

When Mycroft starts using the government’s resources to monitor his brother, it actually doesn’t feel like much of a change to Sherlock.

[suliqyre]

We want to be successful, so we are always thinking about our goals... We measure and evaluate and plan everything we do for the purpose of fulfilling our goals. These goals might be significant projects that will take months or years to complete, but they can also be so small that we don't even realize they are goals. Our compulsion towards measurement and progress is so strong that we might even go so far as to plan out our spare time to achieve the best possible outcome, even if it is just to maximize the pleasure we experience.

Our focus on goals can also creep into our efforts to become more aware of ourselves and the world around us... But in doing so, we work against ourselves.

Read more...

[tumfullofblue]

Working late with doctor Darling (n/s/f/w)

┏ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ┛Fun fact and feel free to come at me, but I didn't really liked Darling at first? I know, I know, shockers! But my heart is big and full of love and I took a second glance anD HEAVEN HELP ME, WHEN YOU CALL MY NA- I apologize.

Listen, I am a sucker for staying in a workplace late scenarios which is weird, because I'm that kind of worker who goes away half an hour before the end of my shift because what you gonna do, fire me? Yeah, good luck.

Anyway, here's a short fic with everyone's favorite doctor Darling. Let's go~ ᵔᴥᵔ

"Here you go," you felt a cup pressed in your open palm, warm, heavy. The smell of coffee immediately filling up your nose. You looked up at doctor Darling, smiling softly down at you. He made sure to make coffee with his own machine, not the one you saw in a hallway. You thanked him, taking a sip. Just like you loved it. You didn't remember telling him how you took your cup of joe, but the ever observant scientist that he is, just took notice.

"You know you didn't have to stay," Casper said, taking off his glasses and wiping them with a sleeve of his labcoat. His brown eyes, usually so warm and bright now seemed to be slightly faded despite his smile. He was tired. You were all tired. And as much as you tried to help him with all the tasks, it was not enough. The work was too much. Something was happening and you hated to see the man you cared for carry it all on his shoulders.

"Two minds are better than one, doctor Darling," you answered, patting his hand and giving him a small smile in return. You drank your coffee, looking down at piles of papers. With all these data coming in, you were still not sure just what kind of danger was looming over the Oldest House. You heard whispers, rumors that Casper Darling has gone completely off the rails. And if so, then you were too - at least, in madness he would not be alone.

But somehow you were sure that something was coming.

You finished half a cup of coffee, finishing reading one of the reports when you heard a muffled 'fuck!' behind you. You saw doctor Darling making a sour face, a spilled coffee blossoming on white coat. He shrugged it off and picked the intact cup from a floor. But the liquid soaked the shirt too. Grumbling and muttering curses under his nose, he tugged at his tie in a clear attempt to take off the shirt, too. You were frozen, eyes wide, unable to not stare at the scene unfolding in front of you. Casper finally remembered that there was actually someone else in the room. Your eyes met. You were clinging to your coffee mug so hard you were afraid it's gonna break.

He smirked. Beckoned with two fingers, calling your name. Almost hypnotized, you left a cup on table and got up, walking to his desk, slowly. The glint in brown pools returned; his gaze roaming over your body. A man had his needs, after all.

"Need my help, sir?" you tilted your pretty little head to a side. Sir. That word, so common in a work place did something for him when you looked at him like that.

"Y-yes," Casper nodded, his voice turning slightly husky, throat going dry. He wasn't sure what kind of assistance you were offering. He was too focused on how your white shirt were clinging to your chest… He swallowed, watching you stroll even closer.

"Ah, the labcoat is ruined… I'm afraid you shirt too," you pouted, crossing your arms over your chest. Right where his gaze was focused. A deer in a headlights.

"Mmm… Guess so," Casper muttered, leaning back on his chair, like he was trying to distance himself from you. Too late. You wanted to help, after all. Make him relax. At least take some of the weight from his shoulders. He was cooped up in these labs for too long. You raised your eyebrow.

"Don't let me hold you back, doctor."

His fingers started to work on his buttons. You had to bite your lip to contain an excited giggle. He was so obedient, it seems. You wondered how far his obedience would go. Your eyes widened when he finally took his soaked shirt off, revealing…

"Holy shit," you didn't stop yourself from ogling over his body. And this is what he was hiding under those shirts and sweaters?! All those muscles, well defined but with just right amount of fat on them too so he looked healthy, strong… He definitely didn't earned it all by looking in a computer all day long.

"My dear, you're makin' me blush," he chuckled, slightly embarrassed. And this man had a nerve of accusing you, while you were already feeling your cheeks flare up. If he would to ask you, right this instant, to drop on your knee and open your mouth you would--

"Come here," you heard his voice again, ragged and raw, snapping you back to a reality. "I want to hold you, dearest."

You shrugged down your own coat and stepped closer; suddenly the chilly office didn't feel so cold anymore. You wrapped your hands around his shoulders, letting him pull you to sit down on his lap. Cupping his cheek, you felt a warmness setting even deeper in your chest. Because he leaned into your touch. Because he sighed and looked up at you, silently begging. You were his beacon. His everything. The only person to ever make him feel this way.

"Oh, Casper…" you leaned towards him and kissed his lips, gently, reverently, like it was the most natural thing in the world. His body responds to your every touch, reacting with need and desire. He is a good kisser, a gentle one. Your nose bumps into his glasses a few times. Giggling you take them off and place them on a table; suddenly, he takes the initiative and manhandles you on a table as well. You gasp, surprised at his strength and you could almost moan on how he is hovering over you, trapping you down, his gaze darkening.

"Look at you. You are so pretty without that coat. My pretty girl"

A shiver run down your spine when he called you like that. Here you thought that you were in control, when in reality…

"Eyes on me, dear, when I speak to you."

Your mouth went agape. He was ordering you around? Just what the hell happened to him? You didn't had much time to ponder over it because he leaned forward and captured your lips into a scorching hot kiss again. Making you forget all your troubles, insecurities and doubts, especially when you wrapped your legs around his waist and felt a hard tent poking the inner side of your thigh. Barely giving you time to breath after a kiss, you felt his hands working on your pencil skirt, tugging it down with your tights.

"The door…" you protested weakly, a sweet needy moan interrupting your train of thoughts when you felt his fingers rubbing your slit through soaked white panties.

"No one works here at this hour, my dear," Casper assured you in low voice, his fingers rubbing slowly, his ego boosted with how quickly you got all nice and wet for him. "And if they did… I wouldn't mind them seeing you looking all pretty when I take you on my table. My sweet little assistant. Hm? Were you think about this, about my fingers, imagining yourself how I would look when I fuck you?"

You gasp again and whine, nodding your head. There was no point in denying when you both knew it was truth. You had a big fat crush on doctor Darling for so long, it became a part of you. Adn now he was torturning you with his fingers, and lips, pressing kisses all over your flushed face and down into sweet arch of neck. Leaving trail of fire behind. And fuck did it made you clench around nothing, wishing his fingers would move away the fabric of your ruined panties and plunge inside, make you feel so wonderfuly full. "Casper please, please, please!.." you whined, bucking your hips, seeking more friction from him. A few more strokes and you would come undone, it's been so long and he seems to be noticing that as well. Ever observant. WIth your heart pounding in your chest you hardly heard his zipper going down. The swollen head of his memeber poking at your entrance and it's already preleaking cum, adding to a mess on his table. He hardly cared about it, lifting your hips and plunging inside you in one motion, making you choke. God he was thick, stretching you open in the best way possible, not wasting anytime and already moving in rought rhythm. Groans and low sounds escaped Darling's throat as he praised you again and again, how perfect you were for him, how tight and warm and wet. None of you cared if someone would walk in or even heard you.

"You're doing so well, dear," he whispered, his grip on your hair tightened slightly. Getting you closer and closer to edge, while your hands explored and grabbed his muscular back. Your lips finding each others again, and the white bliss flashed before your eyes, your loud moan swallowed by him as he followed you to the edge of pleasure with a loud growl. You felt his load shoot deep inside you and it felt warm and heavy even when he pulled out, struggling to catch up his breath. The warm pools of his eyes were bright again as he looked up at you with pure adoration. His perfect little assistant.

[moonshynecybin]

Coming to the scholars to share some thoughts on vale and shibari lol. I’ve been watching videos on it recently and there’s been multiple mentions of emotional caretaking without the constraints of language. which. Vale being able to show his care with minimal words and while maintains a high degree of control over the scene?? This is how we get rosquez reunion

you ever get an ask that you don’t think you are smart enough to answer… SORRY it not my wheelhouse i will try my wordy best…

i don’t know if i can say anything NEW about this, except that i think rosquez have lots of emotionally fraught if extremely sexy fun figuring out the boundaries of their control over one another through sex. like if we are operating under they are in love and obsessed with each other even now conditions (WHICH WE ARE…), then this sort of decade long give and take where marc matures and clearly wantssss vale in his life but refuses to be entirely subsumed as a dependent part of vale (a man who is putting his own number/iconography on bikes he is not riding…..) is part of the problem between them AND is deeply sexy in a sort of… erotic frustration kind of way. wanting marc as subordinate but finding it attractive that he won’t ever allow himself to do that. which i think extends to their weirdo sex life where vale wants to do all this stuff that allows him control at least a little bit (and marc tbh likes to get manhandled/pampered) but i think part of the reason it’s so good is because total control is elusive. marc is always gonna surprise him. even when marc is pouring himself into vale’s hands like i want you to take care of me he’s always gonna surprise him, he’s so HEADSTRONG… and vale LIKES surprises !! it delights him it annoys him it scares the shit out of him it gets him off. the rosquez experience. like he likes the TRYING more than the HAVING. so idk i don’t especiallyyy lean bondage for them in the roleplay of it all because i like more of a give and take i think… and then there’s the ARM, which makes everything more complicated…

idk maybe i can see them trying it out shibari post reconciliation and then having to be veryyyy specific about the knots in a way that pisses marc off lmao so he’s like if you do not make me feel fuckable up to my extremely exacting standards/make me feel like the last ten years did not happen i will fuck off into the ether to idk. call alex and bitch about you to him (not said but nevertheless understood) and vale does NOT want that he wants to be the only thing marc can even THINK about, so he has to get more out of his head and instinctual (harder to do with shibari i think!!!) and THATS what breaks the seal. like he drops to his knees and takes marc in his mouth and his old man knees hurt but marc is whining and twisting above him with all of the pretty knots all over his skin and one good arm behind his back and vale is hard enough to pound NAILS and it’s still kind of like HOW DID HE MANAGE TO GET ME HERE…