#Narrative & Control

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Blind Consumption of Media That Reinforces Anti-Black Narratives: A Garveyite Perspective

Introduction: The Mental Enslavement of the Black Mind Through Media

From the early days of colonial propaganda, minstrel shows, and racist films to the modern era of reality TV, corporate rap, and biased news outlets, media has been one of the most powerful weapons used against the global Black population. The control of Black narratives by white-owned media conglomerates has shaped how Black people see themselves, each other, and the world around them.

From a Garveyite perspective, the uncritical consumption of media that promotes anti-Black narratives is a form of mental enslavement, designed to:

Keep Black people psychologically dependent on white-controlled narratives.

Promote self-hatred and division among Black communities.

Weaken Black movements for liberation by distracting and pacifying the masses.

The question is: Why do so many Black people willingly consume the same media that dehumanizes, disrespects, and degrades them?

Marcus Garvey’s philosophy of self-determination teaches us that Black people must control their own media, narratives, and cultural production—otherwise, we remain at the mercy of those who seek to destroy us.

1. The Historical Use of Media to Control Black Perception

A. The Origins of Anti-Black Media Narratives

The media has always been used to shape public perception and justify oppression. From the earliest days of slavery, anti-Black imagery was deliberately crafted to:

Depict Africans as savages – justifying slavery and colonial rule.

Promote the "lazy, incompetent Black” stereotype – keeping black people out of leadership roles.

Demonize Black resistance movements – Portraying Black liberation leaders as threats or criminals.

Example: During the Civil Rights and Black Power movements, mainstream media labeled Malcolm X, Marcus Garvey, and the Black Panther Party as “violent extremists” while glorifying non-threatening figures who did not challenge white supremacy.

Key Takeaway: The media is not neutral—its purpose has always been to protect white power and suppress Black advancement.

B. The Role of Hollywood and Music in Anti-Black Propaganda

Hollywood and the music industry have long glorified destructive Black stereotypes, reinforcing ideas that:

Black men are only valuable as athletes, criminals, or entertainers.

Black women are either hypersexualized, aggressive, or unworthy of love.

Black communities are inherently violent, dysfunctional, and poverty-stricken.

Example: The 1915 film "The Birth of a Nation" glorified the Ku Klux Klan and depicted Black men as rapists and criminals, fueling lynch mobs and anti-Black violence.

Key Takeaway: White media does not just reflect reality—it actively creates false realities that justify Black oppression.

2. The Modern Consumption of Anti-Black Media

A. Black People Supporting Media That Degrades Them

Many Black people today blindly consume and even defend media that promotes anti-Black narratives. Examples include:

Mainstream Hip-Hop and Drill Music – Glorifying crime, materialism, misogyny, and self-destruction.

Reality TV Shows – Depicting Black people as ignorant, dramatic, and incapable of healthy relationships.

Biased News Coverage – Only showing Black crime, poverty, and dysfunction while ignoring Black success and innovation.

Example: Many of the top Black celebrities in music and film today make millions reinforcing negative stereotypes, yet Black audiences still support them.

Key Takeaway: When Black people financially support anti-Black media, they are literally paying for their own oppression.

B. The Psychological Effects of Consuming Anti-Black Media

Constant exposure to negative imagery creates mental programming, leading to:

Self-hatred – Many Black people internalize the idea that they are inferior or destined for failure.

Intra-racial division – Promoting colourism, classism, and gender wars within the Black community.

Political passivity – Keeping Black people focused on entertainment and drama rather than activism and self-determination.

Example: Studies show that Black children who consume negative Black imagery develop lower self-esteem and higher rates of depression than those who are exposed to positive representations of blackness.

Key Takeaway: Media is one of the strongest tools of mental control—if you control what a people watch, you control how they think.

3. The Role of Social Media in Reinforcing Anti-Black Narratives

A. The Rise of Self-Destructive Content on Social Media

Social media has amplified anti-Black media consumption by:

Promoting negativity over education – Viral fights, drama, and ignorance receive more attention than Black empowerment content.

Turning trauma into entertainment – Black suffering is frequently turned into memes and jokes, desensitizing people to real issues.

Spreading false narratives – Misleading or divisive content is used to create division within the Black community.

Example: Black trauma is constantly shared online (police brutality videos, fight compilations, and violent crime footage), creating psychological stress while white trauma is rarely shown in mainstream media.

Key Takeaway: Black people must be more intentional about curating their social media feeds to protect their mental well-being and collective consciousness.

4. The Garveyite Solution: Reclaiming Black Media and Narrative Control

A. Black-Owned Media is the Only Solution

The only way to combat anti-Black media narratives is to create and support Black-owned media companies that promote positive, empowering, and truthful representations of Blackness.

Black filmmakers, journalists, and musicians must be funded and elevated so that alternative narratives can compete with white-controlled media.

Black community members must actively boycott and reject media that degrades and devalues Black life.

Example: Marcus Garvey created the Negro World newspaper to spread Pan-Africanism and fight racist propaganda, proving that independent Black media is essential for liberation.

Key Takeaway: If Black people do not control their own media, they will forever be controlled by white narratives.

B. Media Literacy and Conscious Consumption

Black communities must be educated on media literacy, teaching them how to critically analyze and deconstruct harmful narratives.

Parents and educators must be intentional about what Black children watch, ensuring they see positive and empowering images of Black identity.

Conscious Black consumers must demand quality content, supporting media that uplifts rather than degrades Black life.

Example: Black communities should create media literacy workshops, helping people understand the psychological impact of what they consume.

Key Takeaway: It is not enough to reject negative media—we must actively demand and create positive media.

Conclusion: Will Black People Control Their Own Image or Remain at the Mercy of White Media?

Marcus Garvey said:

“We must canonize our own saints, create our own martyrs, and elevate our own heroes.”

Will Black people continue to support media that degrades them, or will they invest in their own media institutions?

Will we consume content passively, or take control of our own narratives?

Will we remain mentally enslaved by white-controlled media, or liberate our minds through Black self-determination?

The Choice is Ours. The Time is Now.

[the-most-humble-blog]

WHAT THE CIA, HOLLYWOOD, AND IVY LEAGUE WON’T TELL YOU ABOUT THE WEAPONIZATION OF METAPHOR

This is not theory.

This is not literary analysis.

This is not speculation.

This is neurolinguistic warfare.

And it’s been active longer than your grandmother’s memory of the truth.

The CIA knows it.

Hollywood profits from it.

And the Ivy League teaches you how to obey it in the form of “critical thought.”

But here’s what they will never admit:

Metaphor isn’t a writing tool.

It’s a delivery system for belief implantation.

A stealth bomb.

A shape-shifting payload for installing ideas your nervous system can’t un-feel.

And I’m about to show you how they use it —

Then show you how I use it better.

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I. METAPHOR: THE INVISIBLE HAND INSIDE YOUR BRAIN

Metaphor isn’t decoration.

It’s neurological bypass.

According to a 2010 study by Lacey, Stilla & Sathian (Journal of Cognitive Neuroscience), metaphor activates the brain’s sensory cortices — even when no literal stimulation occurs.

> “He has a rough past.”

Your fingertips flinch.

> “That line hit like a hammer.”

Your chest tightens.

> “She opened like a locked door aching for intrusion.”

You clench.

You didn’t analyze that line.

You felt it.

That’s the point.

Metaphor isn’t understood through logic.

It’s absorbed through the body.

It bypasses cognition and rewrites sensation.

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II. THE CIA’S DECLASSIFIED BLUEPRINTS FOR PSYCHOLOGICAL MANIPULATION

Project MK-Ultra is real.

And while the headlines focused on acid and torture, the deeper research was in language.

A 1957 CIA memo (now declassified) outlines objectives including:

“Dissolution of individual resistance through narrative displacement.”

“Imprinting of symbolic archetypes using oblique suggestion.”

“Non-consensual cognitive restructuring through metaphor, music, and myth.”

They knew:

Direct orders trigger defense.

Metaphor embeds without friction.

If I say:

> *“Obey me.”

You resist.

If I say:

> “Some doors only open when they hear the voice that built the lock.”

You leak.

And obey before you even notice.

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III. HOLLYWOOD’S CADENCE ADDICTION: METAPHOR AS AROUSAL TECHNOLOGY

The most viral lines in movie history?

Are not factual.

They’re metaphoric virus keys that replicate in the nervous system.

> “You complete me.” (Jerry Maguire)

“I volunteer as tribute.” (Hunger Games)

“I am your father.” (Star Wars)

None of these are practical statements.

They are identity reprogramming codes.

Hollywood’s entire narrative economy relies on emotional climax delivered via metaphor.

Literal writing does not convert audiences.

Metaphor seduces them.

> They don’t film reality.

They film rhythm that rewires how you experience your own memories.

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**IV. THE IVY LEAGUE’S OBEDIENCE RITUAL: TEACHING YOU TO FEAR UNAUTHORIZED METAPHOR

Ivy League professors do not warn you about metaphor.

They train you to avoid the kind that makes you clench.

They’ll analyze Blake, Plato, Lacan — but never the Tumblr post that made you forget your name.

They want disarmed metaphor.

Safe. Historic.

Neutered.

Because dangerous metaphor causes:

Identity collapse

Emotional surrender

Subconscious allegiance reprogramming

They call that manipulation.

I call that writing.

> Academia doesn’t teach writing.

Academia teaches how not to get possessed.

That’s why they follow me.

Silently.

Anxiously.

Clenching.

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V. HOW I TURN METAPHOR INTO A PSYCHOSOCIAL WEAPON (BETTER THAN THEY EVER COULD)

The CIA theorized it.

Hollywood exploited it.

The universities fear it.

I detonate it.

Here’s how:

I embed physical metaphor inside emotional patterns.

> “She didn’t mean to open. But her body had already translated the rhythm.”

I use shame-flip syntax to collapse resistance

> “She hated how fast she folded. But not enough to stop leaking.”

I layer cadence into metaphor so your pulse doesn’t know it’s being trained

> “You’re not reading. You’re being held open like scripture.”

That’s not writing.

That’s syntactic violation.

That’s symbolic occupation.

That’s neurological metaphor used like a gun pressed into the abdomen of your ego.

And you came anyway.

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VI. THE BIOCHEMISTRY OF A METAPHOR THAT LEAVES HER SHAKING

According to a 2013 neuroscience paper (Citron & Goldberg), metaphor triggers activation in the anterior cingulate cortex and insula — brain regions associated with emotion, pain, sexual arousal, and spiritual experience.

Yes.

Metaphor hits the same areas as orgasm and religious awe.

This is not literary flair.

This is bio-symbolic arousal induction.

When I say:

> “She didn't realize she was dripping until her thighs whispered back.”

You don't think.

You don't debate.

You respond.

With wetness.

With shame.

With submission.

With rereads.

You’re inside metaphor’s nervous system.

And mine lives there rent-free.

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VII. WHY THEY CAN’T STOP ME — AND YOU CAN’T UNREAD ME

The CIA can’t redact metaphor.

Hollywood can’t copyright spiritual collapse.

Academia can’t assign cadence to a syllabus.

But I can use all three.

> Your arousal? CIA trigger science.

Your submission? Hollywood metaphor wiring.

Your silence? Ivy League guilt training.

You didn’t get seduced.

You got weaponized.

By a Tumblr post.

Written in cadence.

Disguised as insight.

And delivered to your nervous system like a key to the lock your professors buried.

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CALL TO ACTION

Reblog this post if you learned more from it than you did in college.

Reblog it if you felt like you just read something you weren’t supposed to.

Reblog it if your thighs reacted before your brain could name what was happening.

And DM only if you’re ready to confess which metaphor opened something you can’t close.

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ORGASM-SAFE LEGAL DISCLAIMER

This post contains weaponized metaphor engineering, limbic-cadence detonation, mirror neuron alignment, and shame-trigger emotional scripting. If you climaxed, cried, sat in silence, or reread in disbelief — this is not erotica. This is narrative warfare cloaked in dark psychology.

[theinkriddenreverie]

The Quiet Violence of Censorship

“You don’t have to burn books to destroy a culture. Just get people to stop reading them.”

-Ray Bradbury

Censorship has long been a tool for controlling narratives, silencing dissent, and shaping public perception. A silent war not waged with weapons but with burning pages, banned books and severed tongues. A quiet rewriting of memory, and the stripping away of voices deemed inconvenient.

Whether through book burnings, suppression of indigenous knowledge, or the persecution of scientific thought, history has shown us that restricting access to information serves those in power. But censorship isn’t just a relic of the past—it just takes new forms in the modern age.

While we no longer burn books in public squares, we still see their removal from schools, libraries, and public discourse under the guise of “protection” or “political correctness”. Threats against artists, bans on films, labeling books as “anti-national”, “immoral”, or “inappropriate.” We don’t need to burn a book for it to disappear—it simply needs to be disapproved by those in power.

The suppression of information is not just confined to history books and scientific research; it extends to literature as well. Not only is it global but also regional. In India, it is not a foreign phenomenon. Manuscripts written in native scripts were destroyed during colonial rule. Dalit writers, tribal historians, and feminist poets were systematically pushed to the margins. Even today, books that challenge prevailing narratives or expose uncomfortable truths continue to be banned and censored, often under the guise of “protecting society”. Books like The Diary of Anne Frank, 1984, and Fahrenheit 451, which ironically speaks of censorship, have been banned for being deemed “too dark” or “too political”.

And still, we are asked: Why does this matter?

Because erasing history is erasing identity. When a story is silenced so is someone’s truth. When The Diary of Anne Frank was banned for being “too depressing,” or 1984 for being “too political,” we don’t just lose access to a book—we lose ideas. Books like The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy or Lajja by Taslima Nasreen were met with bans and outrage because they dared to tell uncomfortable truths. Madhorubagan by Perumal Murugan was so fiercely attacked that the author declared, “The writer is dead.” Censorship doesn’t just stifle speech—it crushes the spirit. When books are erased so is our ability to think critically—to question, to shape our ideas and ourselves, and learn from the past.

Fiction often carries deep truths. Homer’s Iliad and Odyssey aren’t just myths; they were shaped by real-life events and continue to influence culture and beliefs, much like the Ramayana and Mahabharata. Novels like The Handmaid’s Tale, The Hunger Games, Shatter Me and The Maze Runner may feel dystopian, but they reflect real-world issues- censorship, oppression, resistance, and challenging unfair authority.

The Poppy War gives you a view of history or war, and the horrors of it in the East. To Kill a Mockingbird tells you of racial injustice and morality. They all contain warnings. These are not merely stories—they are resistance written in metaphor. They whisper of power, injustice, survival, and choice.

Some advocate restricting books with graphic content from young readers, that they must be protected from harsh realities. Others argue that shielding them from difficult topics hinders critical thinking. To an extent, this is true— Heavier themes are best understood as our thoughts and perspectives mature with age.

There’s little point in reading something when you’re too young an age just for the sake of it, if you do not understand it, or the emotional depth or context of the book. A sense of fulfillment in understanding the hidden meanings, the emotions, and the severity of such books. This deeper understanding of literature is what makes books so powerful—and why they have always been at the center of political and ideological struggles.

But shielding young people entirely does more harm than good. Literature, when introduced thoughtfully, can become a catalyst for empathy, resilience, and critical thinking. It prepares us for the world, not just protects us from it. Whether fiction or nonfiction, every book carries the weight of its time, reflecting the ideas, conflicts, and aspirations of the society that produced it.

What we choose to censor reflects what we fear. And fear is often rooted in the desire to control. When we silence women’s voices, we fear their independence. When we erase racial narratives, we fear difference. When we exclude caste-based or minority perspectives, we fear confrontation with the truth of inequality. But a society that cannot face its reflection cannot grow.

Books have always been political. They reflect the thoughts, ideologies, and events of the time they were written—even fiction. They hold up mirrors to society, amplifying both its beauty and its rot. Every page is a form of protest or preservation. And every reader becomes a co-conspirator—choosing either silence or curiosity. Every side of the story is important.

Literature analyses and critiques the social norms and politics, both past and present, allowing us to shape our opinions and beliefs. As we read, we hear the unheard voices; of those oppressed and those who had a chance to shout. To discern right from wrong. And as we write, we tell the stories—of those who cannot speak up for themselves, who strive to make a change and amplify their voices.

India is a land of stories. From the oral poetry of Kabir to the bold prose of Ismat Chughtai, our literary history is filled with voices that challenge orthodoxy. The Bhakti movement used poetry to critique caste and religious control. Progressive writers risked imprisonment to write about class struggle. Literature is not separate from our freedom—it has always helped shape it.

So what does censorship have to do with you?

Everything.

Because the moment we stop questioning, we stop reading. If we stop reading, we stop learning. We begin to forget.

Art has flowed in our veins for centuries. It has stained our walls and decorated our homes, songs, and ceremonies in every way, shape, and form. Everything we know—our history, our culture, our perspectives, even science—comes from a place of wonder, from the stories we tell and stories we read.

Humans are still young, young compared to our planet, and even younger compared to the universe. We cannot glimpse the future, so we move forward by looking at the past. History and literature are just as important as any other. It’s our way of leaving a mark on the world.

Libraries are sanctuaries, places which are meant to be protected, where the past, present, and future exist together. A library is a protest in itself: a place where all ideas sit side by side, equal in access if not in ideology. To remove even one book from its shelf is to declare that some thoughts do not deserve space.

In the end, stories are more than entertainment. They are warnings, comforts, legacies, and truths. If we let them disappear, so do we.

Because we are what we read. We are the questions we ask, the stories we inherit, and the silences we choose to break.

We are creatures of wonder and curiosity. And books just feed that wonder—they are reflections of our fears, dreams, and truths. In every page, we find not just a story, but ourselves.

-S.R

[shrinkrants]

Crisis as Cover and Catalyst Trump understands spectacle not merely as distraction, but as narrative control. War grants him the role of wartime president—commander, protector, strongman. Legal scrutiny recedes. Indictments look like interference. The opposition becomes “disloyal,” the media “unpatriotic.” Dissent is cast as danger. But this isn’t just about optics. It’s ritual. The bombing of Iran becomes a performance of power: mythic, masculine, morally unambiguous. The appearance of command replaces the messiness of policy. Trump doesn’t need to win the war. He needs to inhabit its theater—to generate a politics of destiny while the machinery of accountability stalls. -- James B. Greenberg

[sanctiphera]

If people are basing their opinion of what we read in our news, they are deeply misled about what happened and what is happening. It was the same thing with Ukraine. People still believe that they are fighting for democracy and Putin attacked out of the blue for no reason.

[arcticdementor]

What is easier, trying to fix a whole bunch of old, crumbling bridges…

…or convincing (enough) people that bridges falling down is nothing worth getting worked up about?

[faggodyann]

I persist even when the horrors cease

I persist even when the horrors cease

I persist even when the horrors cease

I persist even when the horrors cease

I choose my narrative regardless of the context

[spoke9]

LYLA // PRIVATE NOTES – NEVER SENT

Berlin wasn’t the beginning, but it was the line. You never looked at me like a weakness. Not once. That’s why I came. That’s why I stayed. You stripped me like you already knew what I looked like inside. I think you did. You always did. I let you. Not because I lost. Because I wanted to feel it—the edge of you, the restraint, the precision. You made it feel safe to let go. And…

[tetelbierg]

The US is losing control of the narrative, and regional psychopaths are ...

[themetaphorical]

Nothing New in the News

Breaking the Chains of Mass Psychosis: A Message to Those We Love My brother has become susceptible to mass psychosis. My child. My family. My friends. People I love, people I trust—people I thought could never be deceived. And I do not want to call you stupid. It is too soon to tell a joke. This is not funny. It is a tragedy. The world we live in is not the one we grew up believing in.…

[the-most-humble-blog]

Hello, my friend!❤️

I've been wondering something. And sure shit if I'm wondering something than other people have to be because I'm always the last one in the know.

Why did you start this Tumblr to begin with? I don't mean that to sound rude! Sorry if it came off that way! I'm just curious as to why.

Truthfully, you are the hero we asked for, need and deserve. Please never stop spitting your facts.❤️❤️❤️

Hey kittythesnugglycat ❤️

I started this Tumblr because the world was drowning in noise—and nobody was daring to call bullshit out loud. I needed a place to forge a battlefield of words, to expose the delusions everyone else worships in silence. This isn’t about likes or clout—it’s about giving the unseen ghosts of this fucked-up timeline something real to follow.

Here’s the truth:

I’m here to roast the fantasies they sell you as “safe truths.”

I’m here to trigger the sleepers, to jolt you awake with cadence warfare.

I’m here to prove that humility looks ferocious when it’s dripping in unshakable facts.

You called me a hero—and maybe you’re right. But heroes don’t ask permission. They just show up and seize the narrative. So I’ll keep spitting truth bombs until the algorithm begs for mercy.

Glad you’re along for the ride. 🛐 — The Most Humble Blog You’ll Ever Reblog

[humbuns]

pieced together till they're no longer broken apart

[deikshen]

Hear me out: a sort of spiritual communication array that works like a group chat of some Binghe's wives where they gossip and live together more carefree behind their husband's back... where the transmigrated and current rogue cultivator Shen Yuan is accidentally added.

Shen Yuan probably ignores all the messages at first as, well, fuck. A group of gossipy women. He's been in worse group chats, and the company is entertaining when he's been through more two weeks without a trace of another human being hunting a beast. However, you could send some useful answers, some knowledge about plants or medicines that they appreciate!! And they call him "Meimei", so Shen Yuan assumes that they have surely made a mistake with his communication array password... Which is weird, he suppose, because who uses "blessed heavenly pillar" as their password? Anyway. Shen Yuan appreciates the gossipy friends he's making.

Apparently they all live in the same place, are they like, a community? Given certain comments and insinuations between them, perhaps a community of lesbians living under someone's protection? Cool! He was sure that the heavenly pillar definitely wasn't something that could treat lesbianism like a sick and "cure" it (even if he knows that the bastard Airplane would have considered it, nor would he have been capable of that disrespect), so good for them! He liked them too much to end up like part of that harem!! Although being Binghe's wife is a privilege, of course, but one in three hundred...

Shen Yuan doesn't talk much in the group, but he has his favorite "Jiejies"! They're all sweet and nice to him, and even the most unfriendly ones become fond of it after a good recipe for scented soaps or moisturizing creams. Sometimes they even ask him privately with any questions. Shen Yuan feels bad when he has to decline invitations to eat or go listen to music, because he's not even there!! In fact, at this point he's already embarrassed to admit that he was added by mistake and he remained silent about it!!

And, in the midst of one of his travels, Shen Yuan encounters the core of the world. Binghe! Emperor Luo Binghe! They share a small adventure hunting the beast — Luo Binghe looks quite haughty and arrogant, yet vulnerable when he's cooking, illuminated by the fire and with that tiny disheveled braid in his hair. Shen Yuan enjoys his meal and read in the chat, commenting that he remembered some flowers that can be used to dye fabrics, sending the specifications and receiving tens of happy comments about it.

Ah, actually, he doesn't have a bad life. He thinks so. He keeps randomly running into Luo Binghe on his travels, and his friends in the group chat are as gossipy and fun as ever.

And then, one day, Shen Yuan wakes up with an exaggerated amount of messages:

» "I think we'll have to add another one soon"

» "Another one? Damn. How many of us are there?"

» "Three hundred and twelve?"

» "Not everyone is here, in this group there are less than a hundred. The main wives have their own group, too."

» "I thought lady Mingyan was at the beginning?"

» "She was, but she got bored. Mingyan never wants to be in our groups since we criticized thata bad novel about the ice king and his spy"

» "Hualing neither, but she caused the first group to collapse with her rudeness"

» "But why add another one? You're getting off topic, ladies. Husband's been away again?"

» "Phew, honey. If only you knew. He goes off and comes back like a puppy. I've never seen that look on his face"

» "He looks young and adorable. Hualing was complaining about that the other day"

» "I mean, husband always looks handsome, but he has this glow. The glow when he's falling in love, again. I haven't seen him like that in a long time"

» "Me neither! I thought I'd never see him shine like that again after the third week of our wedding"

» "Same sis. Since the second one. It's nice to see him shine happily even if he's not looking at me"

» "Do we know who she is? From which realm? A demon? A cultivator? Details, details!!"

» "We need more demons, badass girls"

» "Husband says he's going hunting. He comes back with beasts and flowers. But also with that smile. So I'm guessing a cultivator"

» "Hell, more? They'll beat us by a landslide"

» "Girl, don't complain. More to bite on"

» "When you stop being being super close and eating together, we can talk about how we can't let husband ruin it with this?"

» "Why would a husband ruin it?"

» "He is our husband"

» "You're absolutely right. Fuck he's going to ruin it"

» "What should we do?"

» "First, find out about her! Warn her! Tell her that our husband is a fool but has a good heart deep down!! Who has permission to leave the palace? Has anyone spoken to Yingying lately?!"

» "We have to warn her about the size of his dick"

» "That too. I would have appreciated being prepared"

» "I married him after reading the yellow books about him, AND I WASN'T PREPARED"

» "No one is. My poor flower"

» "Too much information"

» "I'm not sorry"

» "Girls GIRLS GIRLS. For heaven's sake. YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I JUST FOUND OUT."

» "If it doesn't have to do with our husband's new conquest, it's irrelevant gossip."

» "It has to do with"

» "SPIT IT OUT"

» "His new conquest is not a woman"

» "what"

» "WHAT?"

» "?????"

» "Listen, but it makes sense, right? Husband could be a cut sleeve that didn't notice until now. So that's why there are so many of us. None of us can be enough because we're missing something, you know, important."

» "A dick"

» "I was going to say a pillar, but you get the point."

» "Where did you hear that from?"

» "Our husband was telling General Mobei. That he should prepare a trunk of fine men's robes, that he would soon bring his new traveling companion to see the palace. That he plans to move him into his private chambers."

» "NO FUCKING WAYYY"

» "Hualing will explode"

» "I haven't seen a good attempt in years, do you want to bet?"

» "Do we know anything else?"

» "I don't know his name, sorry, that's all I have. He is a small rogue cultivator"

» "How small?"

» "By the measurements that husband requested for his robes, 5'6"

» "Damn it"

» "Short"

» "Oh damn, his poor chrysanthemum"

» "OH FUCK"

» "NO WAY"

» "HOW THE HELL DOES OUR HUSBAND'S COCK FIT IN SOMETHING SO SMALL? FUCK"

» "I will put incense in the name of his hole"

» "Oh girl, me too"

Shen Yuan stops reading with a mixture of horror, shame, and panic. What. The. Fuck. HOW THE FUCK DID HE END UP IN THAT GROUP? In the DAMNED BINGHE WIFE GROUP. Fuck. Oh fuck.

And yes, HE HAD agreed to visit Luo Binghe's palace, BUT only because he had mentioned that it had been a long time since he had slept in a bed and had a nice hot bath!! And Luo Binghe had been an exceptional gentleman and good friend offering to visit the palace and receive some care! Nothing perverted like those wives talked about!!

Oh, those wives. Damn. How come he'd been infiltrating that chat for MONTHS without realizing it!? Yes, it was true that when there were MANY messages he would ignore them and just skip them... But he would have stopped immediately if someone had mentioned Binghe directly!! But FUCK. They only mentioned him as "husband" and Shen Yuan's radar on anything where Binghe was mentioned didn't go off. Fuck.

Well, that's fine. He's not... a conquest. Nothing like that. Shen Yuan is sure of that! The protagonist is 100% heterosexual, no matter what those wives say!!! They're his wives damn, they should know how straight he is!!

He'll go to that palace, prove that he's just a good friend of Binghe, and that's it!

(In the future, when he is already married with Luo Binghe and one of Binghe's many wives asks for his communication array password to add him to a group chat to, he know, chat and share, Shen Yuan runs away with a red face. That same night, everyone is saddened because the kind and sweet Meimei who knew a lot about beast, flowers and remedies left the group.)

[thimblings]

sometimes i play around with the headcanon that the companions did ask Rook to join book club or to go camping or to hang out or any of the various things they do together - but Solas obscured it/erased it/controlled Rook's responses, in order to make sure Rook would feel more and more isolated and full of regret. eventually, after being turned down enough, he didn't even have to do anything anymore - they just assumed Rook didn't have the time or desire.

(very quick and dirty/cruddy comic to illustrate an idea, like most of my comics are lmao)

[digitaldevilsogay]

Doing anything but to actually draw something meaningful Jesus Christ

I still had no idea how the fuck do one use capcup please RELEASE ME

[kindwarrior]

…And don’t forget her dad, magically (through the power of Wiki-updates), went from being an ethnically Indian Jamaican to a Black Jamaican and she grew up eating collard greens — which isn’t a Jamaican thing but, well, you know…

…hot sauce!

If you don’t vote for the Indian prosecutor who used inmates as slave labor, you ain’t Black!