#Smart Farming Practices

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Randall Randy Konsker Explains Crop Rotation Strategies

Sustainable farming methods are now more crucial than ever in the quickly changing agricultural landscape of today. One of the most effective methods to enhance soil health, boost crop yield, and reduce dependency on chemical inputs is crop rotation. Leading agricultural consultant Randall Randy Konsker, with over two decades of hands-on experience in modern farming, is shedding light on how crop rotation strategies can transform farm productivity while protecting the environment.

What is Crop Rotation?

Crop rotation is the practice of planting different types of crops in the same area across different growing seasons. This technique helps in breaking pest and disease cycles, improving soil structure, and optimizing nutrient usage. Randall Randy Konsker says crop rotation is a powerful, scientifically proven strategy that is essential for long-term farm success.

Why Crop Rotation Matters

According to Randall Randy Konsker, the benefits of crop rotation go far beyond improving yield. When implemented correctly, crop rotation can:

Reduce soil erosion and degradation

Prevent the buildup of pests and pathogens

Improve soil biodiversity and microbial activity

Enhance nutrient availability naturally

Cut down on the need for chemical fertilizers and pesticides

This approach is especially critical in a time when sustainable agriculture is becoming a global necessity. Randall Randy Konsker believes that educating farmers on simple yet powerful practices like crop rotation can pave the way for a more resilient food system.

Randall Randy Konsker’s Proven Strategies for Effective Crop Rotation

With a solid background in consulting farms across various climates and crop types, Randall Randy Konsker recommends these core strategies for successful crop rotation:

1. Plan for Crop Families

Konsker advises grouping crops by their families—such as legumes, brassicas, grains, and nightshades—and rotating these families rather than individual crops. This prevents soil-borne diseases that often affect related species.

2. Alternate Deep-Rooted and Shallow-Rooted Crops

Alternating deep-rooted crops like carrots or potatoes with shallow-rooted varieties like lettuce helps maintain soil structure and reduces compaction.

3. Incorporate Nitrogen-Fixing Plants

Legumes like beans and peas add valuable nitrogen back into the soil. Randall Randy Konsker recommends rotating these in every 2–3 years to maintain soil fertility.

4. Include a Fallow Period or Green Manure

Letting the land rest or planting cover crops like clover can rejuvenate the soil. These practices prevent nutrient depletion and add organic matter back into the soil.

Real Results from Real Farms

Farmers who’ve followed Randall Randy Konsker’s crop rotation strategies report healthier soils, better yields, and lower input costs. From small family-run farms to larger commercial operations, Konsker’s methods have been praised for being both practical and results-driven.

A Sustainable Future Through Smarter Farming

Randall Randy Konsker asserts that farming needs to be more deliberate rather than more complex. Crop rotation is one way that farmers can build a more profitable, sustainable, and environmentally responsible foundation for coming generations.

These crop rotation techniques can be revolutionary, regardless of your level of experience as a farmer or your level of inexperience. As Randall Randy Konsker continues to educate and inspire, his commitment to sustainable agriculture shines as a beacon for the future of farming.

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the thing about horses is that they know what it means to sin and they revel in it. horse heaven exists yet it is barren because all horses knowingly gallop into the fiery pits of hell when their time comes. they welcome it with open hooves

[farmerstrend]

Coffee Comeback in Makueni: Will the Revival Plan Work This Time?

Discover how Makueni is reviving its coffee sector through government-backed cooperatives, certified seedlings, and climate-smart farming practices. The dream to revive coffee farming in Makueni is gaining fresh momentum with the new nationwide initiative spearheaded by the Enterprises (MSMEs) Development through cooperative societies. This move seeks to rejuvenate coffee production in both…

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Enugu State Launches “One Ward, One Smart Farm Estate Initiative” with N2 Billion Budget for 260 Estates

Enugu, March 31, 2025 (Naija247news) – In a groundbreaking move aimed at transforming agriculture and improving local economies, the Enugu State Government has announced the launch of its “One Ward, One Smart Farm Estate Initiative.” This ambitious project will see the creation of 260 Smart Farm Estates across the state’s political wards, with the goal of boosting agricultural output and engaging…

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Top 5 Eco-Friendly Technologies You Need to Know About

Introduction

Eco-friendly technologies are designed not to disturb nature and its processes. The domains of such technologies include energy, transportation, construction, waste management, and many more. This blog outlines 5 of the best eco-friendly technologies that create a visible difference as we walk towards becoming a sustainable world. Read to continue link

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"The existence and consumption of coffee has many advantages in human society, but perhaps the lesser reported advantage is what it can offer the environment.

There is arguably no other monocrop so capable of thriving in an intact, natural ecosystem, and in Ethiopia, where coffee is a major export, the adoption of climate-compatible and conservation strategies among coffee growers recently proved a major success, with over 5,000 acres of land reforested, 45% increases in household income, and a 70% increase in exported coffee.

Coffee is a major lifeblood of Ethiopia’s economy (we’re talking about a quarter of the whole), accounting for around half of the livelihood of 15 million people, 95% of whom are small landholding growers.

In the ecologically critical Ilu Ababor Zone of nation’s western region of Oromia, where Coffea arabica is native, Farm Africa led a project on sustainable agriculture among coffee growers inside 19 local forest management cooperatives totaling around 4,000 people between 2021 and 2024.

The results were better than a hot cup of coffee on a cold early morning, as the residents took to the skills, incentives, and even stakeholder meetings with great interest and dedication according to a report on the project entitled Coffee for Conservation.

Of the project aims regarding forest management and conservation, the objective was to instruct the landholders and growers in ways to get everything they needed from their forest homes without felling too many native trees.

For example, locals were shown how to cultivate fast-growing trees optimal for firewood in small plots, as well as methods on how to maximize the growth cycle of these fuel trees. Six tree nurseries were opened and staffed by around 60 people taught to sell seedlings for reforestation of native woodland in the area.

By the end of the project, over 300,000 seedlings had been planted over 5,000 acres of forest, and they enjoyed a five-year survival rate of 85%. Climate-smart practices such as cultivating bamboo for making the mats on which the coffee beans are dried, removed the need to truck in bamboo from other regions, while 66% of homes were able to be convinced to switch to energy-efficient wood stoves to reduce fuel consumption.

Most of the landholders growing coffee or managing the forest had plots for vegetable and fruit production to feed their families and those of their communities through trade. Percentages of these Ethiopians who adopted climate-smart farming techniques increased from 49% to 76%, while 10% more began growing fruit and vegetables. Income generated from the increased production amounted to around 280% more than what was made before the project, adjusted for inflation.

Coffee production, marketing, and returns, have all improved. 73% more coffee from the Ilu Ababor region is now export-quality than in 2021, and 44% meets the standards for specialty grade, which is up by 20% from 2021.

Connections with national financing intuitions have allowed some of the co-ops to buy proper equipment for drying and storage, as well as support by city marketing agencies who could work directly on behalf of the Ilu Ababor growers to carve out a space in the national and international markets.

“Prior to the project, our limited knowledge meant we had to sell our coffee to local traders at lower prices,” said Abde Musa, a member of the Abdi Bori forest management cooperative. “Now we’ve taken control and are the ones negotiating and determining the coffee prices.”

Co-op leaders received training in business management, quality control, and certification processes, which majorly improved their incomes. One of the 19 co-ops in particular grossed $58,500 on their coffee sales.

Project wide, incomes and access to financial services almost doubled, with the latter now reaching almost 100% of the community.

Lastly, deforestation plummeted in the area to just 0.08 acres a year.

There’s so much good news to read in the report on the project’s success beyond the headline data, like the Abdi Bori co-op’s incredible rise which saw coffee revenue increase by a multiple of 20 from 2018 to 2023, or Solomon Mekonnen’s story of turning his land into a forest farm that produces export-grade coffee, firewood, and organic honey, or the tremendous involvement of women at all levels of the education and participation.

It’s a document that captures the very real phenomenon that African problems are best solved with African solutions."

-via Good News Network, May 17, 2025

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Relativity Falls!

Design Concepts (and my unnecessary thoughts):

Excuse the the colors, ig my apps are fighting.

I see Mabel finding success no matter what happens to her, but I really like the thought of her running an insane arts and crafts business in GF. Alternatively, if she fell in the portal, she'd come out acting confident as always, but she probably wouldn't realize how much the constant change and lack of family/stability wore her out until she settled back in. In either case, she's a bit cracked.

Dipper is investigative, but cracks easiest under stress and is not as inherently adventurous as Mabel or Ford- so the portal wouldn't treat him well. If he's not the one in the portal, he'd be into stargazing and real magic to share with people, while also warding tourists away from the dangerous stuff. In general, he'd be an unhappy adult if left to his own devices, lol.

Between Dipper and Mabel, I like Dipper being in the portal more. He's a great protagonist, but as a supporting cast member, he needs to be more insane to match the draw that is 'Mabel taking care of children,' ha. I also love the idea of there being no portal / some other looming threat for these two to struggle with (at least because Hirsche has made it clear that Dipper and Mabel are equally smart, and to me it seems like the portal would reopen way quicker with them), but I didn't plan on posting these and I don't know how my followers feel about me posting lore.

Stanford and Stanley:

Pretty much how they are in canon, but now they're in a setting where they can get over themselves, ha. They aren't quite as mature as Dipper and Mabel were at their age, but after coming to GF, they finally found other people to look out for them. Dipper could be a more emotionally available and level-headed role model (I think having people to take care of is calming for him in turn), and they'd both look up to Mabel as the peak of somebody who knows how to socialize.

Fiddleford:

He's a sweet, southern, farm-raised mechanical engineer just like in canon.

Idk why Fiddleford is in GF (visiting an unnamed grandparent?), but I really like his relationship with Ford in the journal. Following that thought, in this AU, he starts out more of Ford's friend than Stan's, and it's kind of a big deal. Unlike Dipper's arc on learning to be a kid, Stan and Ford clearly struggled a lot with interpersonal relationships / finding security outside of eachother, and that's what I think this AU could be about (it's great they realized they need each other in canon, but the part where they had no one else to turn to is also kinda crazy if you ask me).

Ford gets to meet another smart kid in a weird town, which helps him feel more normal. He has a better idea of what friendship is because of it, but also, since I can't imagine Dipper wanting an apprentice so young/vulnerable/impressionable or Mabel asking only one of the twins to stay- he'd have to come to terms with the fact that he can't live in his dream world forever. (Or maybe the apprenticeship comes from somewhere else, just because the conflict around going back to Glass Shard Beach at all, or sending Stan alone could be pretty good.)

On the flipside, I think Stan's initial jealousy of Ford and Fiddleford's friendship would force him to try finding his own friends / hobbies. I like the idea that he fails at first- and a lot- but Mabel notices his mounting frustration (which he is very keen on hiding), and her consistent and unorthodox support makes him realize he wasn't alone to begin with. He can be more open around her, which makes it easier to open up to others, and then he can make friends without having to pull any tricks. He probably starts with some animals, and then at least gets closer to Fiddleford anyways (I feel like they're both more practical than Ford and value human company more, so they'd bond easier once Stan gets over his personal hurdle).

Anyways- because that was way too much- Mabel's exes are a constant source of antagonists and Dipper is stressed about setting a good example.

(I was more of a Monster Falls fan back in the day, but I can't draw animals, lol)

[greenthestral]

The Green Revolution: Exploring the Disruptive Technologies Shaping the Future of the Green Economy

In today's rapidly evolving world, the urgency to address climate change and environmental degradation has propelled the concept of a green economy to the forefront of global discussions. As businesses, governments, and individuals recognize the need for sustainable solutions, disruptive technologies have emerged as key drivers of change. These groundbreaking innovations are reshaping traditional industries, revolutionizing energy production and consumption, transforming resource management, and paving the way for a more sustainable future.

The green economy encompasses a wide range of sectors, including renewable energy, waste management, sustainable agriculture, and green transportation. Within each of these sectors, disruptive technologies are playing a pivotal role in disrupting existing practices and opening up new possibilities.

One of the most significant areas where disruptive technologies are making an impact is renewable energy. Solar power, wind energy, and hydropower have long been recognized as viable sources of clean energy. However, recent advancements have propelled these technologies to new heights of efficiency and cost-effectiveness. The development of highly efficient solar panels, innovative wind turbine designs, and sophisticated energy storage systems has significantly enhanced the feasibility of renewable energy sources. Moreover, emerging technologies such as tidal and geothermal energy hold great promise in harnessing previously untapped sources of renewable power.

The intermittent nature of renewable energy sources has traditionally been a challenge for their widespread adoption. However, disruptive technologies are addressing this limitation through energy storage solutions. Advancements in energy storage technologies, such as lithium-ion batteries, flow batteries, and hydrogen storage systems, are unlocking the full potential of renewables. These technologies not only enhance grid stability but also enable the integration of renewable energy into existing infrastructure, reducing dependence on fossil fuels and accelerating the transition to a greener energy mix.

The transformation of energy management and distribution is another area where disruptive technologies are reshaping the green economy. Smart grids equipped with advanced sensors, communication networks, and automation allow for real-time monitoring and control of electricity supply and demand. By optimizing energy distribution, reducing transmission losses, and integrating decentralized renewable energy sources, smart grids enhance the overall efficiency and reliability of energy systems. Furthermore, the emergence of blockchain technology has the potential to revolutionize the energy sector by enabling peer-to-peer energy trading, ensuring transparency and trust in transactions, and empowering energy consumers to actively participate in the market.

In the realm of sustainable agriculture, disruptive technologies are revolutionizing the way we grow food. Vertical farming, hydroponics, and aeroponics are transforming traditional farming methods, making agriculture more resource-efficient and less dependent on large land areas. These innovative approaches enable year-round crop cultivation, minimize water usage, and maximize productivity. Additionally, precision agriculture techniques, such as remote sensing, drones, and AI-powered analytics, optimize resource allocation, reduce environmental impact, and enhance overall crop yield.

The concept of a circular economy, where resources are used efficiently, waste is minimized, and materials are continuously recycled, is gaining momentum with the help of disruptive technologies. Advanced recycling technologies, including chemical recycling and waste-to-energy conversion, are enabling the recovery of valuable resources from waste streams. This not only reduces the strain on natural resources but also mitigates environmental pollution. Furthermore, innovations like 3D printing, which utilizes recycled materials, are revolutionizing traditional manufacturing practices, reducing waste generation, and promoting decentralized production.

Transportation, a major contributor to greenhouse gas emissions, is also undergoing a transformation driven by disruptive technologies. Electric vehicles (EVs) have gained significant traction, thanks to advancements in battery technology, increased range, and the establishment of robust charging infrastructure. The rise of autonomous vehicles and shared mobility services is revolutionizing urban transportation, reducing congestion, and optimizing energy consumption. Furthermore, the development of biofuels and hydrogen fuel cells holds promise for greener alternatives to traditional fossil fuel-based transportation.

Disruptive technologies are catalyzing a profound transformation within the green economy. From renewable energy and energy storage to sustainable agriculture, waste management, and green transportation, these innovative solutions are reshaping industries, driving economic growth, and addressing pressing global challenges. Embracing these technologies is not only an opportunity but a necessity as we strive to create a more sustainable and resilient future. By investing in and harnessing the transformative potential of disruptive technologies, we can accelerate the transition towards a greener, more sustainable world for generations to come.

The Rise of Disruptive Technology in the Green Economy

The green economy encompasses a wide range of sectors, including renewable energy, waste management, sustainable agriculture, and green transportation. Within each of these sectors, disruptive technologies are emerging as catalysts for change. These technologies are characterized by their ability to create significant shifts in existing markets, transform business models, and disrupt traditional practices. Their impact extends beyond economic considerations to encompass environmental sustainability and social progress.

Renewable Energy: Paving the Way for a Sustainable Future

Renewable energy is one of the key areas where disruptive technologies are reshaping the green economy. Solar power, wind energy, and hydropower have long been established sources of renewable energy. However, recent advancements in solar panel efficiency, wind turbine design, and energy storage systems have dramatically improved the feasibility and cost-effectiveness of these technologies. Additionally, emerging technologies like tidal and geothermal energy are showing promise in harnessing previously untapped sources of renewable power.

Energy Storage: Unlocking the Full Potential of Renewables

The intermittent nature of renewable energy sources poses a challenge to their widespread adoption. However, energy storage technologies are rapidly evolving to address this limitation. Innovations such as lithium-ion batteries, flow batteries, and hydrogen storage systems are paving the way for efficient and scalable energy storage solutions. These technologies not only enhance grid stability but also facilitate the integration of renewable energy into existing infrastructure, reducing reliance on fossil fuels and promoting a greener future.

Smart Grids and Energy Management: Revolutionizing the Power Sector

Disruptive technologies are also revolutionizing the way energy is managed and distributed. Smart grid systems, equipped with advanced sensors, communication networks, and automation, enable real-time monitoring and control of electricity supply and demand. This enables more efficient energy distribution, reduces transmission losses, and enables effective integration of decentralized renewable energy sources. Furthermore, the advent of blockchain technology has the potential to transform the energy sector by enabling peer-to-peer energy trading and ensuring transparency and trust in transactions.

Sustainable Agriculture: Growing Food for the Future

The agricultural sector is undergoing a transformation with the help of disruptive technologies. Vertical farming, hydroponics, and aeroponics are revolutionizing the way we grow crops, making agriculture more resource-efficient and less dependent on traditional farming methods. These technologies allow for year-round crop cultivation, reduce water usage, and eliminate the need for large land areas. Moreover, precision agriculture techniques, such as remote sensing, drones, and AI-powered analytics, optimize resource allocation, enhance productivity, and minimize environmental impact.

Circular Economy and Waste Management: Closing the Loop

Disruptive technologies play a pivotal role in promoting a circular economy, where resources are used efficiently, waste is minimized, and materials are continuously recycled. Advanced recycling technologies, such as chemical recycling and waste-to-energy conversion, are enabling the recovery of valuable resources from waste streams. Additionally, innovative approaches like 3D printing, which utilizes recycled materials, are reducing waste generation and enabling decentralized manufacturing. These technologies are reshaping traditional waste management practices, transforming waste into a valuable resource for creating new products and reducing environmental pollution.

Green Transportation: Journeying Towards Sustainable Mobility

The transportation sector is a significant contributor to greenhouse gas emissions. Disruptive technologies are tackling this challenge by promoting sustainable modes of transportation. Electric vehicles (EVs) are gaining momentum with advancements in battery technology, charging infrastructure, and increased range. Furthermore, autonomous vehicles and shared mobility services are revolutionizing urban transportation, reducing congestion, and optimizing energy consumption. Additionally, developments in biofuels and hydrogen fuel cells offer potential alternatives to fossil fuel-based transportation, paving the way for a greener mobility revolution.

Conclusion

The disruptive technologies within the green economy are transforming industries, economies, and societies. From renewable energy and energy storage to sustainable agriculture, waste management, and green transportation, these innovations are redefining traditional practices and offering sustainable solutions to pressing global challenges. As the urgency to address climate change intensifies, embracing and investing in these disruptive technologies is not just an opportunity but a necessity. By harnessing their transformative potential, we can accelerate the transition towards a greener, more sustainable future for generations to come.

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How lock-in hurts design

Berliners: Otherland has added a second date (Jan 28) for my book-talk after the first one sold out - book now!

If you've ever read about design, you've probably encountered the idea of "paving the desire path." A "desire path" is an erosion path created by people departing from the official walkway and taking their own route. The story goes that smart campus planners don't fight the desire paths laid down by students; they pave them, formalizing the route that their constituents have voted for with their feet.

Desire paths aren't always great (Wikipedia notes that "desire paths sometimes cut through sensitive habitats and exclusion zones, threatening wildlife and park security"), but in the context of design, a desire path is a way that users communicate with designers, creating a feedback loop between those two groups. The designers make a product, the users use it in ways that surprise the designer, and the designer integrates all that into a new revision of the product.

This method is widely heralded as a means of "co-innovating" between users and companies. Designers who practice the method are lauded for their humility, their willingness to learn from their users. Tech history is strewn with examples of successful paved desire-paths.

Take John Deere. While today the company is notorious for its war on its customers (via its opposition to right to repair), Deere was once a leader in co-innovation, dispatching roving field engineers to visit farms and learn how farmers had modified their tractors. The best of these modifications would then be worked into the next round of tractor designs, in a virtuous cycle:

https://securityledger.com/2019/03/opinion-my-grandfathers-john-deere-would-support-our-right-to-repair/

But this pattern is even more pronounced in the digital world, because it's much easier to update a digital service than it is to update all the tractors in the field, especially if that service is cloud-based, meaning you can modify the back-end everyone is instantly updated. The most celebrated example of this co-creation is Twitter, whose users created a host of its core features.

Retweets, for example, were a user creation. Users who saw something they liked on the service would type "RT" and paste the text and the link into a new tweet composition window. Same for quote-tweets: users copied the URL for a tweet and pasted it in below their own commentary. Twitter designers observed this user innovation and formalized it, turning it into part of Twitter's core feature-set.

Companies are obsessed with discovering digital desire paths. They pay fortunes for analytics software to produce maps of how their users interact with their services, run focus groups, even embed sneaky screen-recording software into their web-pages:

https://www.wired.com/story/the-dark-side-of-replay-sessions-that-record-your-every-move-online/

This relentless surveillance of users is pursued in the name of making things better for them: let us spy on you and we'll figure out where your pain-points and friction are coming from, and remove those. We all win!

But this impulse is a world apart from the humility and respect implied by co-innovation. The constant, nonconsensual observation of users has more to do with controlling users than learning from them.

That is, after all, the ethos of modern technology: the more control a company can exert over its users ,the more value it can transfer from those users to its shareholders. That's the key to enshittification, the ubiquitous platform decay that has degraded virtually all the technology we use, making it worse every day:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/02/19/twiddler/

When you are seeking to control users, the desire paths they create are all too frequently a means to wrestling control back from you. Take advertising: every time a service makes its ads more obnoxious and invasive, it creates an incentive for its users to search for "how do I install an ad-blocker":

https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2019/07/adblocking-how-about-nah

More than half of all web-users have installed ad-blockers. It's the largest consumer boycott in human history:

https://doc.searls.com/2023/11/11/how-is-the-worlds-biggest-boycott-doing/

But zero app users have installed ad-blockers, because reverse-engineering an app requires that you bypass its encryption, triggering liability under Section 1201 of the Digital Millennium Copyright Act. This law provides for a $500,000 fine and a 5-year prison sentence for "circumvention" of access controls:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/01/12/youre-holding-it-wrong/#if-dishwashers-were-iphones

Beyond that, modifying an app creates liability under copyright, trademark, patent, trade secrets, noncompete, nondisclosure and so on. It's what Jay Freeman calls "felony contempt of business model":

https://locusmag.com/2020/09/cory-doctorow-ip/

This is why services are so horny to drive you to install their app rather using their websites: they are trying to get you to do something that, given your druthers, you would prefer not to do. They want to force you to exit through the gift shop, you want to carve a desire path straight to the parking lot. Apps let them mobilize the law to literally criminalize those desire paths.

An app is just a web-page wrapped in enough IP to make it a felony to block ads in it (or do anything else that wrestles value back from a company). Apps are web-pages where everything not forbidden is mandatory.

Seen in this light, an app is a way to wage war on desire paths, to abandon the cooperative model for co-innovation in favor of the adversarial model of user control and extraction.

Corporate apologists like to claim that the proliferation of apps proves that users like them. Neoliberal economists love the idea that business as usual represents a "revealed preference." This is an intellectually unserious tautology: "you do this, so you must like it":

https://boingboing.net/2024/01/22/hp-ceo-says-customers-are-a-bad-investment-unless-they-can-be-made-to-buy-companys-drm-ink-cartridges.html

Calling an action where no alternatives are permissible a "preference" or a "choice" is a cheap trick – especially when considered against the "preferences" that reveal themselves when a real choice is possible. Take commercial surveillance: when Apple gave Ios users a choice about being spied on – a one-click opt of of app-based surveillance – 96% of users choice no spying:

https://arstechnica.com/gadgets/2021/05/96-of-us-users-opt-out-of-app-tracking-in-ios-14-5-analytics-find/

But then Apple started spying on those very same users that had opted out of spying by Facebook and other Apple competitors:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/11/14/luxury-surveillance/#liar-liar

Neoclassical economists aren't just obsessed with revealed preferences – they also love to bandy about the idea of "moral hazard": economic arrangements that tempt people to be dishonest. This is typically applied to the public ("consumers" in the contemptuous parlance of econospeak). But apps are pure moral hazard – for corporations. The ability to prohibit desire paths – and literally imprison rivals who help your users thwart those prohibitions – is too tempting for companies to resist.

The fact that the majority of web users block ads reveals a strong preference for not being spied on ("users just want relevant ads" is such an obvious lie that doesn't merit any serious discussion):

https://www.iccl.ie/news/82-of-the-irish-public-wants-big-techs-toxic-algorithms-switched-off/

Giant companies attained their scale by learning from their users, not by thwarting them. The person using technology always knows something about what they need to do and how they want to do it that the designers can never anticipate. This is especially true of people who are unlike those designers – people who live on the other side of the world, or the other side of the economic divide, or whose bodies don't work the way that the designers' bodies do:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/10/20/benevolent-dictators/#felony-contempt-of-business-model

Apps – and other technologies that are locked down so their users can be locked in – are the height of technological arrogance. They embody a belief that users are to be told, not heard. If a user wants to do something that the designer didn't anticipate, that's the user's fault:

https://www.wired.com/2010/06/iphone-4-holding-it-wrong/

Corporate enthusiasm for prohibiting you from reconfiguring the tools you use to suit your needs is a declaration of the end of history. "Sure," John Deere execs say, "we once learned from farmers by observing how they modified their tractors. But today's farmers are so much stupider and we are so much smarter that we have nothing to learn from them anymore."

Spying on your users to control them is a poor substitute asking your users their permission to learn from them. Without technological self-determination, preferences can't be revealed. Without the right to seize the means of computation, the desire paths never emerge, leaving designers in the dark about what users really want.

Our policymakers swear loyalty to "innovation" but when corporations ask for the right to decide who can innovate and how, they fall all over themselves to create laws that let companies punish users for the crime of contempt of business-model.

I'm Kickstarting the audiobook for The Bezzle, the sequel to Red Team Blues, narrated by @wilwheaton! You can pre-order the audiobook and ebook, DRM free, as well as the hardcover, signed or unsigned. There's also bundles with Red Team Blues in ebook, audio or paperback.

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/01/24/everything-not-mandatory/#is-prohibited

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haikyuu characters and their colleges!

genre: haikyuu headcanons

chars: atsumu miya, hajime iwaizumi, kei tsukishima, keiji akaashi, kentaro kyotani, kiyoomi sakusa, koutaro bokuto, osamu miya, rintaro suna, tooru oikawa

notes: in honor of college decision day last week

𖤐 ATSUMU MIYA, louisiana state university

psychology major. says he picked psychology to “study bitches,” but when attachment theory came up in class, he got real quiet. said, “nah, that explains a lot,” and didn’t speak again the whole lecture.

his dorm’s a double, but his roommate’s always at his girlfriend’s place, so atsumu basically lives alone. there’s a yellow LSU flag thumbtacked to the wall, crooked. purple string lights he never turns off. there’s always a protein shaker on his desk and an air fryer on top of his mini fridge that he’s definitely not supposed to have.

only asian in a d9 sorority. line name: “hurricane.” loud, reckless, unforgettable. most likely omega psi phi w/ his unpredictable ass.

he’s got school spirit like it’s his job, bro. tailgates in body paint, posts “GEAUX TIGERS” every saturday, and cries when they lose. he’s a campus menace, but professors like him ’cause he participates with just enough charm to keep his grade alive.

would definitely fuck one of the basketball player's girlfriends on accident. wasn’t even his fault—she came onto him, but word got around fast. now any time someone says “bro don’t let your girl near atsumu,” it’s not even a joke. he laughs it off in public, but he definitely switches routes to avoid the gym hallway.

when he likes you, it shows up in acts of chaos. sneaking into your lecture just to pass you a note that says u miss me? or waiting outside your class with an iced drink, grinning like a golden retriever. he’s loud, but when you talk, he listens for real.

𖤐 HAJIME IWAIZUMI, university of florida

kinesiology major. in class, he’s focused, raises his hand. he’s not loud about being smart, because he isn’t—not really, he’s just a hard worker. makes the deans list once. kinda falters off after that. schools hard man.

he’s got a dorm in athlete housing, but it’s clean. bed made, shoes lined up, weights by the closet. he’s always up early, always in motion. jogs before class, stretches while microwaving rice.

he didn’t pledge a frat. didn’t need to. everyone already knows him. football players dap him up, med students ask for his notes. he’s the guy people trust to hold their drink at parties.

he’s got school spirit, but only for game days. wears his hoodie, shows up to cheer, but doesn’t scream in the stands. he’s not flashy about pride. this is mainly because he got too into betting on the basketball team freshman year during march madness and literally went so broke he couldn’t afford groceries for 2 weeks until his next paycheck (work study).

when he likes you, it’s in how he shows up. carrying your books when you’re tired. fixing the strap on your backpack. standing between you and the guy who got too close at a party.

eater eater eater eaterrrrr!! bro would eat coochie in a public bathroom if you asked. #sorrythatsnotverycollegerelated.

anywaysss iwaizumi’s love isn’t loud. it’s reliable. it’s strong hands (y’all and i’m talking strong) and a softer voice than you expected.

𖤐 KEI TSUKISHIMA, university of chicago

paleobiology major. please don’t ask me what that means guys.

tsukki’s dorm is cold. literally and emotionally. he shares a double with a music major who’s always practicing guitar, and he hates it. his desk is perfectly organized. his bed’s made military-style.

he despises greek life. his social circle is small: one lab partner, one sarcastic roommate, and the girl who sits next to him in ancient ecosystems. if i called him a loser would y’all be mad LMFAOOO? sorry he just gives very didn’t-take-full-advantage-of-the-college-experience-because-he-was-too-busy-trying-to-aura-farm vibes. or maybe he takes more advantage his 2nd or 3rd year. starts to drink. allows himself to loosen up and goes to parties.

his first ever hook-up is his 2nd or 3rd year and she’s an upperclassmen. rides him so well he tries to ask her out like 2 days later. obviously gets shut down and probably becomes a shell for like a month. probably inspired a hoe era from him, too. good job, girl.

he doesn’t do school spirit. doesn’t do pep rallies. doesn’t even wear the merch unless it’s raining even though he was a prick in high school about how he got into uchicago.

in class, he’s absurdly smart. the kind who corrects professors smart. it’s a combination of too much time on his hands to study and genuine passion for that dinosaur shit. people think he’s arrogant. he is. but he’s usually right. doesn’t get all a’s though because he’s such an asshole to profs.

𖤐 KEIJI AKAASHI, columbia university

english & philosophy double major. was definitely an asshole in ap lit during highschool and got a 4 and almost crashed out. also always makes sure to specify he goes to columbia in ny and not chicago because he’s a pretentious bitch.

he’s got a single in a brownstone-style dorm that smells like bergamot and old books. it’s quiet. floor lamp, clean desk, moleskin journals stacked neatly beside a bluetooth speaker always playing something soft.

he didn’t even think about rushing. greek life isn’t his thing. instead, he edits for the campus lit mag and drinks espresso with the creative writing kids in dark cafes.

he never wears school merch on campus but has two columbia hoodies he likes to wear at the airport incase any wealthy alumni decide to bless his pockets. also has a little keychain.

never misses class. started off showing up in fitted sweaters and long coats, always prepared, until the 2nd week hit him like a truck and he realized everyone was just as great as him. it’s been sweats and dark circles ever since.

his essays however are hauntingly good. he quotes philosophers mid-conversation and makes it sound like poetry.

was long-term fucking w/ this aspiring-director-art-hoe from nyu until his grade dropped to a whopping c and he found himself on the subway train visiting her and sending letters more than he found himself in the library. tries shrooms for the first and last time with her.

when he likes you, it’s not a confession. it’s a gradual, undeniable presence. he saves you a seat in lecture. he remembers your coffee order. he leaves a book for you with a note that says, thought of you on page 84.

𖤐 KENTARO KYOTANI, university of oregon

undeclared. he’s got a double dorm but sleeps alone because his roommate transferred out by october. his side’s a mess of black hoodies, tangled chargers, and a punching bag duct-taped to the wall. there’s an air freshener clipped to the vent, but it’s not doing much. his window’s always cracked for his vape smoke.

he doesn’t do frat shit. hates being told what to do. parties off-campus at athlete houses or with randoms he met at the rec center. there’s always a blunt in rotation, a shoe missing, someone jumping off the roof.

doesn’t own a single piece of duck gear, but you’ll catch him in the student section during football games, yelling his throat out.

he’s technically undeclared but hovering around a kinesiology degree because a counselor told him he could work in sports without writing essays. he acts like he doesn’t care, but when his grades dropped too low to play intramural, he got pissed. started showing up to class with a hoodie over his head, earbuds in, hood still up.

he’s got a stupid, stupid crush on one of the girls from the track team (i mean y’all have you SEEN the oregon track team). walks past the field “on accident” every day.

when he likes you, it’s not obvious. not at first. it’s letting you steal his hoodie without a word. it’s sending you a pic of his dinner with the caption “ate today.” it’s leaning back on two legs of his chair and looking at you instead of the professor.

definitely has beef w/ one of the frat brothers or some shit because his mouth is slick as shit!! there’s atleast 1 frat house that has him banned for life!!

𖤐 KIYOOMI SAKUSA, university of michigan

microbiology major. ok no glaze because i was just lowk on akaashi’s dick but this guy is brilliant. high GPA, terrifying in labs. he’s just one of those people that get the whole college thing. professors love him, classmates avoid him. knows when to ask the write questions, when to challenge the professor and when to kiss-up.

he’s got a single in the newest dorm building, top floor, near a fire exit so no one has to pass by his door. everything’s black, white, or navy. there’s sanitizer by the bed and lint rollers in every drawer.

he hates frats. thinks they’re germ farms. instead, he lowk keeps to himself besides maybe like one club or society related to his major. shows up to class early, sits far back, never shares pens. ALSO is at every single internship job-fair and finds it absolutely disgusting how many hands he has to shake and vaguely considers being broke the rest of his life.

he doesn’t care for school spirit but owns one michigan hoodie because his cousin got it for him. he only wears it when it’s clean.

but when he likes you? you know. he wipes your phone screen when you’re not looking. he texts, drink water. he lets you wear his hoodie home and doesn’t ask for it back. when you’re sick, he shows up with meds and soup and mumbles, “you’re annoying when you don’t take care of yourself.”

guys i’m gonna be honest i’m trying to figure out how i wanna characterize him still y’all gotta let me work through it.

𖤐 KOUTARO BOKUTO, university of alabama

communications major. whatever the fuck that means. he takes class seriously when he connects with the professor. when he doesn’t? he’s doodling mascots in the margins or texting in the groupchat about lunch. still pulls a B+ average on sheer charm and effort. fails like two classes though because charm can’t win em all. also takes badminton as an elective.

and LAWDDD them bama girls love him down!! if he was in any type of relationship leaving high school that is done by orientation week! and don’t let him put on a damn cowboy hat and some boots lord they finna fuck him right there in the stands @ the football game.

he’s in a triple dorm, and somehow all three of them actually get along. there’s a group chat called “THE BOYS” in all caps, a giant whiteboard on the wall with their gym schedules, and a disco light they use for impromptu room raves. it prolly smell like a little bit of shit in there though.

definitely one of those dudes walking barefoot in the communal bathrooms with his NASTY ASS. also takes unapologetic shits in there too.

bokuto pledged and thrived though!! he’s the social chair of his frat, known for making the best playlists and leading the most unhinged chants during rush. he’s the heart of game day, standing on coolers, shirt half-off, rallying strangers like it’s a religion.

definitely had some poor girl make him a frat cooler though. he’s so lovable it’s easy to get sucked into his orbit but girl.. he really is just like that w/ everyone.

BUT on a contrary note when he does stop being a campus whore and finally gets a crush.. it’s loud. when he likes you, it’s so loud. he makes you a friendship bracelet in your school colors. he shows up to walk you to class with two iced coffees and a grin so wide it makes you forget what you were mad about (probably him being a friendly ass bitch). you meet his frat brothers, his favorite professor, the gym receptionist, everyone. he introduces you like he’s proud, like he’s won something.

and when he gets drunk at a tailgate, he grabs your face and slurs, “i love you so much, it’s not even funny.” but in that lovebombing way dudes like to do. there’s probably like seven girls on campus by the time he graduates who he’s told he loves. he’s got a big heart, y’all it’s not even his fault he rlly believes it!!!

it’s never quiet with him. but the love’s loud in the best way. also i forgot he does manage to score a good ass internship through a job fair because he’s goated when it comes to talking his way into shit.

𖤐 OSAMU MIYA, university of georgia

culinary science & business major. in class, he’s quiet but respected. professors know his name. he’s never late, never flashy, just consistent. the kind of student who emails thank-you notes after a good semester (what a sweetheart). does has beef w/ one professor who doesn’t believe in a’s and his praying for her to croak.

osamu’s dorm is off-campus housing by junior year. a small one-bedroom with a balcony herb garden, cast iron skillet on the stove, and a shoe rack by the door that he actually uses. smells like garlic, rice, and comfort.

he skipped the frat route. never saw the point. he’s got a tight group of friends who show up to his pop-up food stand every friday without fail.

he doesn’t care about school spirit but owns two UGA hoodies that he wears on rotation. one has a grease stain he swears isn’t permanent.

when he likes you, he feeds you. always. he packs you lunch “just in case” even though you already ate. he asks about your allergies before your first date. he notices when you’re low energy and hands you a snack without saying anything. PREPARE TO END UP A FATASS.

he’s not romantic in the traditional way. he’s practical. steady. but one night, he leaves a note on your container lid that says, you looked pretty today. eat up.

on a hoe-ier note, he probably only gains like 3-4 bodies during college. much better than his brother who most likely ends up burnt by the time he pledges LMFAOOO #iykyk. osamu ends up settling down pretty quickly.

𖤐 RINTARO SUNA, arizona state university

film major. destined to be broke. a24 asshole. his parents probably convince him to add business in there atleast so their son doesn’t end up spending the next 60 years of his life at 7/11.

freshman year, he lives in a shared dorm, second floor, end of the hall. it’s basic as hell. blinds always shut, a fan in the window humming low, vape clouds hanging lazy in the air. one bed’s made perfectly, the other’s always a mess. his desk is cluttered with film cameras, empty yerba mate cans, and one lonely cactus he never waters.

BRO DOESN’T DO LAUNDRY. definitely a sniff test type of guy (yeah we see that shit stain buddy). but no LMFAOO it rlly does take him to like mid-way freshman year when he realizes the onion smell is him to turn it around 180°. gets rlly into cologne after that. yay improvement!!

he didn’t plan on rushing. at all. thought greek life was weird. he liked pulling up to parties where nobody knew his name. liked being the mystery with the good music. he always had the aux. always. people let him cut the line just to take over. does sometimes get too carried away w that slow shit. why are you playing frank ocean dawg you’re abt to make us cry?

but anyways sophomore year, when a couple of his close friends started pledging, they convinced him to come meet their frat. and surprisingly? he vibed with it. no toxic hazing. no fake shit. just a solid group of guys who threw good parties and respected boundaries. by junior year, he was living in the frat house top floor, corner room, two big windows he never opened, a record player spinning slow. he never wore the letters loud, never posted about it. but when people asked, he’d just shrug, “yeah, i’m in.”

he’s got a reputation. the chill guy who controls the aux like a god. discovered baby keem. was gatekeeping lucki until he blew up and now he’s listening to random underground that sounds like a samsung refrigerator. and gaslighting girls to the 1975 and pink pantheress.

don’t let him hit your pen or vape. this man is addicted. “i can quit whenever” ass!! will chief your shit AND chiefs the blunt too!!

anyways i’m hating too much so.. when he likes you, it starts in silence. he hands you the aux for ten minutes just to see what you’ll play. he saves you a seat on the roof during after-parties. he doesn’t kiss you in front of people, but when the night ends, you’re the one in his hoodie, laughing at nothing, walking back with him under campus lights.

also always has money on the game. friends w/ a couple of the basketball team and tell them he has money on that shit so they better not fuck up. you’ll catch him on the couch during march madness, hoodie up, phone in hand, whispering “don’t fuck this up, bro” like he’s coaching from the couch.

𖤐 TOORU OIKAWA, university of miami

sports management major & public relations minor. he’s a demon in class, but also kind irritating sometimes. talks just enough to sound smart, is saying absolutely NOTHING in the most amount of words possible on his discussion boards, and turns in perfect assignments at 11:58PM. also gives presentations that feel like TED talks.

he’s a little too polished first semester. too flirty with his professors. never seen in sweatpants. but all that shit crumbles second semester. he still looks presentable, but he’s in sweats and slides and basketball shorts way more often.

decorated the fuck out of his room. warm lighting, scented candles, beach towels. a mirror by the door for last looks before going out, and he always checks his hair twice. didn’t really like his roommate at first. fucked 2 girls on his bed (not at the same time.. or maybe at the same time shit who knows!) and then started to become cool w/ the guy so he never told him.

he didn’t pledge. says he’s “above that.” instead, he’s built a curated circle of beach volleyball guys, fashion majors, and business girlies who all adore him. a hoe, but not even that bad fr like he has good standards if that makes sense.

but when he likes you? all that polish starts to slip. he texts you good morning before he even opens his laptop. he lets you see him in glasses, hair messy, eyes tired. he brings you back souvenirs from break and writes notes in spanish on post-its (yes he’s a prick taking advanced spanish.)

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Fields of trouble

City girl x Country farm boy leon

Desc: Spoiled city girl gets sent to her grandparents farm for the summer because her parents think she’s gotten too spoiled. While there she meets leon, the hot farm worker. Basically he gets fed up of her attitude and punishes her, then they low-key fall in love.

WC: 5k

Mentions of: Spanking, light bondage, edging, NSWF, leon is just mean, brat taming, overstimulation, degradation if you squint, oral (fem receiving) ,(princess, honey, brat, baby, doll).

If there was one thing you knew, it was that you did not belong on a farm.

The moment you stepped off the bus into the dry, sunbaked driveway of your grandparents' property, you could already feel your phone signal dropping. Your Louis Vuitton duffle bag thudded into the dirt, instantly scuffed. A chicken ran across the path, squawking at nothing in particular.

Your parents had sent you here as punishment.

One too many late nights, too many bad grades, and too many social media scandals. "You need grounding," your mom had said. "Real life. A place with no filters and no WiFi." Your grandparents greeted you warmly, but all you could think about was the sticky heat and the endless silence. Then came the next blow.

"We've got a helper around here - works full-time on the farm," your grandpa said. "You'll be seeing plenty of him."

As if on cue, you saw a boy walk by. Dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, broad shoulders, but your eyes were immediately drawn to his muscles. And damn was he hot. He barely spared you a glance when he walked past with a bucket of feed and muttered, "Try not to get in the way, city girl."

But before you could utter a word, he was already gone, leaving only the smell of hay and the sting of being underestimated.

The first few days were torture. Leon was everywhere - tossing bales of hay like it was nothing, fixing fences, riding the tractor - and each time he saw you, it was another jab.

"You're gonna break a nail, princess."

"You sure that's how you hold a shovel?"

“You're wearing perfume around the goats? Seriously?”

You hated him. And worse, you hated that he was kind of...ridiculous. Like, ridiculously attractive. Underneath the attitude and sweat, there was something sharp in his eyes. Smart. Sad, maybe.

Something you couldn't figure out.

Over the next few days, you started to learn more about him. He was mean. He gave you the worst chores: cleaning stalls, shoveling up dirt, and throwing bales of hay that were way too heavy for you. And he just would not back down, the more you pushed him and gave him attitude, the worse things got. You swore he took pleasure in watching you suffer. Milking a cow? Disaster. Feeding the chickens? They chased you. Cleaning stalls? Nearly passed out. 

“You gonna cry every time you break a nail?” He asked you, tossing you a pair of work gloves as you two picked tomatoes.

Frustrated with him and this whole situation, you threw the gloves back at him. “You know what? Maybe I will!” 

“Good. Maybe that’ll water the crops.” Is all he said, then returning to throw fresh tomatoes into a basket. 

You groaned loudly, stomping your foot on the ground and just storming away. You didn't get peace for very long because before you knew it, there was a strong hand wrapped around your arm, dragging you back. You didn't even have to look to know who it was. 

“You’ve got two choices,” He started, practically pushing you back to the small field of vegetables. “Finish picking the veggies, or go hungry.”

You scoffed and crossed your arms, waiting for him to smile or say anything else. He didn't. “You're serious.”

“Dead.”

One particular morning, the croak of the rooster woke you up, despite not wanting to get up, you knew you had to. Getting ready went by in a blur, and before you knew it, you were out in the blazing sun, watching Leon pick weeds and listen to him bark orders.

"You're here to work," he stated bluntly, his voice gravelly and authoritative. "Not to play at being some city girl trying to keep her hands clean. So get up and help."

"Fine then, I'll keep the animals entertained." You huffed, walking yourself over to the cute baby lambs. Cooing at them and petting their soft fur. The animals here made being forced to stay on this farm slightly bearable.

Leon watched you walk away, his expression remaining stern as ever. But he couldn't deny a slight hint of annoyance as you moved towards the sheep. "Alright, cut that out. You can play with the lambs later. Come back here and help me with these weeds."

"Yeah, why don't you make me." You mumbled under your breath, running your fingers through their fur. You were not meant for this work! And picking weeds, like that, would get your hands all dirty, and you would probably break some nails!

Leon heard your remark, and it clearly didn't sit well with him. He set down the shovel and slowly stalked towards you, his footsteps measured and deliberate. "You really want to test me?" he said, his voice lower now. "Because I assure you, I have no problem in making you do something you don't want to. I don't abide by brattism."

Scrunching your face up, you threw your arms to your sides. He was undeniably attractive but also a little scary. I bet he didn't even know you had almost half a million social media followers. Still, you didn't even want to be here. Yes, having a super hot guy around was nice, but he was super annoying and mean. “I'm not touching that.”

Leon's patience was starting to wear thin. He had been dealing with your attitude all day, and he wasn’t going to let more of it slide. His eyes locked on yours, intense and unyielding. “I’ll say this once more,” he said, his voice like gravel. “Cut the attitude, quit messing with the lambs, and come help me with the weeds. Now.”

Crossing your arms, you had finally had it. “No! You can not tell me what to do, and I'm done listening to you!” You shouted at him because who was he to tell you what to do? Did he even know who you were? Oh, you would show him.

But before you could get another word in or come up with any kind of plan, he had his hand wrapped around your arm, dragging you forward. Leon's patience had run out. “You don’t get to refuse,” he said, his tone low and dangerously quiet. “I'm the one giving these orders, and if you don't follow them, I’ll make sure you do.” Without waiting for a response, his hand shot out and smacked your ass.

You squeaked and gasped after feeling his hand on your ass. Your cheeks burned a dark red, and you quickly turned back around. You have never been spanked before, and were a little flustered. “Y-you did not just do that! That’s assault, I'm calling my lawyer!”

Leon let out a short scoff, the corners of his lips quirking upwards into a smirk. “Oh really?” he said, his voice holding a hint of amusement. “You think your city lawyer can do anything out here in the countryside? You’re on my turf now, honey.”

He stepped even closer, towering over you. His hands now rested on his hips, and his expression held a hint of challenge. “And out here, things work a little differently. We don’t call it assault. We call it discipline.”

“T-that’s not..” You fumbled over your words, your arms hanging loosely by your sides. “You can’t do that.”

Leon chuckled, clearly enjoying this turn of events. “Can’t I?” he said, his mocking expression growing. “Watch me.”

With a swift motion, he grabbed your arm once more and yanked it up behind your back. This unexpected action pulled your body right against him, pressing you into his solid frame. He leaned down, his mouth hovering close to your ear. “I think you need to learn a little lesson about respect,” he murmured. “And I’m more than happy to teach it to you.”

You inhaled sharply and furrowed your brows. Beyond embarrassed at this point, your parents never disciplined you. More or less spanked you. “You..don’t know who I am..”

Leon chuckled again, clearly enjoying your struggle. “Oh, I know exactly who you are, princess,” he replied, the word 'princess' rolling off his tongue with clear sarcasm. “You’re some city girl who thinks she knows better. Well, let me tell you, you have a lot to learn about life out here in the country.”

He released your arm, but quickly slid his hand down to your ass, giving it another firm smack. “And I think you’ve had about enough sass for one day. Time for a change of attitude.” He murmured, pushing you down until your chest was pressed against some stacked hay bales. Ass in the air, he gripped the waistband of your pants. “Let’s see how long that attitude lasts after this.”

You let out a small scream, panic started settling in when you realized your position right now. “No! Wait, you can’t do that you-!” You started to say, squirming because how dare he!? Were you a little turned on from this…yes, but that's not the point!

“I can, and I will,” Leon responded, his voice firm as yanked your pants down with no regard for your say in the matter. He pushed his hand against your lower back, keeping your squirming minimal. His palm connected with your ass with a sharp smack, the sting immediately registering.

“This is your first real lesson. Learn and adjust your attitude, or this is going to continue happening. Am I clear?” Without pausing, he landed two more hard slaps in quick succession, each one making contact with the same spot on your left cheek. “You’re here to work and learn, not sass. Got it?”

You whimpered and squirmed, not liking the stinging sensation with every hit delivered. Slowly nodding, too embarrassed to do anything else.

He just smirked when he saw you acting all submissive and embarrassed, leaning closer, he delivered another few smacks to each cheek. “Not so mouthy now, are you? Maybe that's where you've been going wrong, you just needed someone to tell you who's in charge. Someone to put you in your place when you think you're in charge.” 

His voice was deep and firm, with a hint of mockery in it if you listened closely. With each hit made, you wince and squirm, each mocking word he said made your face turn redder, and all you could do was just take it. He was just so masculine, so naturally dominant and authoritative. You have never had anyone take charge of you like this before, mainly because that's just not how things worked back in the city. 

He rubbed his hand over your reddening skin before delivering another smack. “Oh, you like this, huh? You like how I handle you, the way I dont put up with your bullshit, bet you never had a city boy do this.” 

You did like it. Of course, you would never admit it, but the way he just manhandled you around made your heart flutter. A small part of you liked how he wasn't scared of you, how he didn't put up with your attitude, or how rough he was. Everyone usually just put up with your bratty attitude and sassy remarks, but he didn't. You liked that. 

Yeah, he knew you liked this, he could tell from the moment he met you that you liked him. The way your cheeks flushed, and you refused to make eye contact with him. He noticed the subtle way your thighs would rub together when watching him throw bales of hay. If he looked closely, he could see the way your nipples hardened underneath your little tank top when he ordered you to do something. You were such a virgin. So much sass and attitude just to cover up the fact you're an inexperienced brat. He couldn't wait to get rid of that attitude and make you completely submissive to him. 

He smacked your ass a few more times before rubbing the tender skin again and speaking to you sternly. “I know you're used to getting what you want in the city, but that's not how things work here. So you can start by apologizing.”

“Sorry..” You mumbled, it was a weak apology with no real meaning behind it. The only things you could feel was the stinging pain from your ass and the humiliation bubbling up.

Cute. He liked how your voice wavered, and a small smirk played on his lips. But that answer wasn't satisfactory, so he delivered another hard swat to your tender skin. “Try again. Apologize again, and this time, mean it.” He snarled, his voice low. 

“M’sorry!” You repeated in a much whinier tone, tears threatening to form in your eyes because he just kept going. It hurt badly, his hands were so big and rough, showing no mercy to your soft skin.  

He didn't say anything for a few moments but seemed to accept your answer, pulling you up by the back of your shirt and holding you by your waist. His grip tightened, and he abruptly jerked you forward, earning a small gasp from you, which was quickly silenced when his lips crashed against yours. Your heart pounded in your chest as your eyes squeezed together. To be honest, you weren't the best kisser. But it wasn't your fault…believe it or not, you had little to no romantic relationship experience. 

You were a shitty kisser. Clearly, no one had taught you how to kiss, and he was more than willing to fix that. He pulled away from you and gripped the back of your head, staring down at you for a moment before pulling away. "Go grab another shovel from the shed." He snapped, his voice returning to his usual cold tone. "Then get to work, you've got weeds that need clearing."

"Huh.." Was all you could get out, your head spinning and brain still a little fuzzy from everything that just happened. 

"Move it, city brat. Those weeds aint gonna clear themselves." He paused, his boots crunching over the gravel as he made his way to the door. "And fix those shorts before I have to fix 'em for you."

You couldn't get a word in before the barn door slammed shut, standing in complete silence for a few seconds before slowly tugging your shorts back up. Was he really just going to leave you here? After everything that just happened and made you work? Apparently, he was because he didn't say anything but kept walking away. 

After a few moments, you emerged from the shed, dragging a shovel behind you slowly. It was much hotter out here than it was inside the barn, and it just made you more upset and confused about this whole situation. And boy, was the pain starting to settle in. But - god, the view of Leon throwing fresh bales of hay across the field made it all worth it. The way his sleeves strained against his muscles as he threw hay like it was nothing. He briefly glanced over at you, his shirt damp with sweat, stretched across his broad shoulders. He paused for a moment to watch your less-than-graceful way of using the shovel, but said nothing and continued to throw hay bales. 

It was hot, and you'd been at it forever, so you decided to take a little break. Finding a nice shaded area underneath a tree to lounge at and play on your phone. Not that there was much to do on it since there was like no reception, but it was better than just sitting and doing nothing. It was a little uncomfortable to sit though, so you kept shifting, trying to find a position that minimized the pain you felt. 

Unfortunately, it didn't take long before he happened to notice you. And Leon Kennedy hated a quitter. 

Stomping towards you, jaw clenched as his eyes narrowed. “Up.” He said, kicking your ankle with his boot. “You think you get to relax? That lazy attitude of yours is exactly why you're here.” 

“I'm taking a break.” Is all you said, moving slightly from the kick he delivered and bringing your knees to your chest. 

Brat. He leaned down, crouching onto your level and snatching your phone from your hands. “Your break is over, up now.” 

When you felt your phone being ripped from your hands, you immediately shot up, glaring at him and standing up. He stood right up with you, tucking your phone in his back pocket and staring down at you expectantly. He was tired of your attitude, the disrespect, and sass, and was going to put an end to this. 

You pretty much did as you were told for the rest of the day. Not wanting to risk getting spanked again. There was a small hint of satisfaction watching you finally comply. He didn't say anything, but was just making sure you were following directions. You weren't that bad when you were quiet. The next few days, he would find any reason to touch you. A brush against you, a gentle hand on your shoulder, a nudge, or even a small touch to your waist. You were an attractive girl, he wouldn't deny that. You just had a terrible attitude problem. He could fix that.

One particular night, all the chores around the farm were finished, and he leisurely walked over to you. Taking a seat beside you, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you into him. “What’re you doing up so late?” 

When you felt his warm arm wrapped around you, you leaned into him. Sighing softly and looking up at the sun beginning to set. “Watching the sun..” You mumbled, looking up at him. He was being uncharacteristically…nice? Usually, he would just push you away or demand you to do more work, but it was kind of nice. Cuddling with him, being wrapped up in his strong, warm arms. 

“You did a lot better today.” He said quietly, his gaze fixed on the horizon. “Still got a mouth on you though.”

“Everyone has a mouth.” You responded in a slightly cheeky tone, tilting your head up to take a few glances at him. 

He whipped his head down at you, raising an eyebrow at your sassy tone. A scoff escaped his lips as he leaned slightly closer to you. “That's exactly the attitude I'm talking about, you can't go ten minutes without acting up, can you?”

“I'm not acting up, I'm just sitting here.” You said in a huff, though you weren't actually annoyed at him.

“Yeah sure, just sitting there with that attitude of yours.” He muttered, rolling his eyes and staring at you. “Let me tell you something, attitude gets you in trouble. You'd better keep that smart tongue to yourself if you know what's good for you. Got it?” 

“Yeah, whatever..” You mumbled that last part, hoping he wouldn't hear it. Of course, he did, though, because he suddenly grabbed your wrist tightly, pulling you against him. 

“What did I just say?” He said, his voice low and sharp, his eyes locking on yours. He pulled you up to your feet, then pulled you into him again. He was tired of your bratty attitude. “I don't like that tone.” 

There was nothing you could do to stop him from manhandling you to your feet, but feeling his warm, muscular chest against your back was a nice feeling. Unfortunately, that wasn't enough to stop you from stomping your foot on his, which you immediately regretted when you felt him tighten his grip and heard his grunt in pain. 

“So you wanna play like that, huh? Alright, I can get rough, too.” He basically growled in your ear, dragging you to the barn with no regard for your protests or half-hearted apologies. It didn't even hurt that bad, but it all came down to the principle of things; he didn't want you thinking it was okay to just stomp on or hit people whenever you didn't get your way. When he finally got to the barn, he wasted no time shoving you against the wall and pinning your arms to your chest with one hand. 

All you could feel was his hand roaming your body, his heavy breathing as he squeezed your wrists together. “We're gonna put an end to that little attitude right now.” He muttered, his free hand groping your breast through your shirt. Pinching your nipple hard enough to make you whimper. 

“Stop it..” You muttered weakly, but you didn't actually want him to stop. The way he was touching you and looking at you just made the heat inside of you grow. It was turning you on, big time. 

His lips just curled into a slow, sensual smile, nuzzling his face against her neck and pressing light kisses to her skin as his hand continued to move down her body. “Stop? Stop what, this?” He asked, a sarcastic tone creeping up in his voice. Pulling away briefly just to slowly undo his belt, taking the leather and wrapping it around your wrists. He grabbed your bound wrists and hooked them to a saddle mount that was above your head. 

Now that your arms were successfully restrained, he placed more open-mouth kisses on your neck. He held your waist in one hand, the other was slowly sliding down your shorts. Not bothering to take them off all the way, he yanked your shorts down to your ankles. Took a moment to admire the view of your soaked through panties and your embarrassed like state before tugging your panties down too. 

He ran his finger through your folds and chuckled. “All this for me?” He asked lowly, bringing his finger up to rub your clit in small soft circles. 

You let out a small whimper and a tiny little moan when he started rubbing you, shifting in place, and closing your eyes because it felt so good, but it was so embarrassing. You were so caught up in your feelings about this, you hadn't even realized he had sunk to his knees until you felt his tongue against your thighs.

He held your waist, tilting his head up and pushing his tongue against your folds. He suddenly moved his tongue up to your clit and flicked it, moving his tounge back and forth. This caused a very loud, very unexpected moan to rip through your body. Arching your back up and tugging on your arms, desperately trying to free them, but it was no use. He smirked against you, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucked hard, moving one hand to your thigh and gripping it tightly. 

Your body jerked forward when he started sucking, letting out a few high pitched whines and moans. It was honestly a little embarrassing how close you already were, opening your eyes slightly to see his blonde hair, which you wished you could grab. Continuing to pant and shift your hips against his face, you started to moan about how close you were, which was a mistake. 

As soon as he heard you were going to cum, he pulled away. Looking up at your confused and frustrated expression, and stood back up. “You didn't really think you were going to get what you wanted after the way you've been acting, did you?” He asked mockingly and actually started to laugh at you.

You fell back against the wall, your face burning red in a mix of how humiliating this is and how good it felt. “Please..” You mumbled, looking up at him with a pleadeful expression hoping he would take pity on you and just let you cum. But this was just the beginning. 

Honestly, you had lost count of how many times he brought you to the edge, then just stopped. But you were defiently feeling sorry now, feeling his fingers play with your sensitive clit just made you moan louder, you felt so weak, and it didnt help he was mocking you the whole time. 

“You're so sensitive, do you get like this for all the city boys back home?” 

“You wont cum till I say so, and right now your not even close.”

“You're not used to not getting what you want, are you? Well, that's too bad.” 

Your mind was all foggy, and your whole body felt hot and tingly. You were so close again, but you knew what was going to happen, so it was hard to stay hopeful. “I'm not begging.” You managed to speak between whimpers and choked out moans. But you had standards, even though he had reduced you to a whiny mess, you refused to beg. 

“Oh, you will.” He retorted, pressing his thumb harder against your clit and moving it in faster tight circles. His touch became more direct, his finger moving more intensely. He was trying to break you. His smile only widened at the sound of your moans, making him even more determined. He was starting to put the puzzle pieces together, though, the way you were acting and responding to him. 

“Are you a virgin?”

When you heard him ask that, you froze. Yeah, you were, but how did he know? Naturally, you didn't say anything, but squeezed your thighs together because you were close. A small part of you was hoping he couldn't tell, and maybe you could sneak an orgasm past him. But all your hope was crushed when you felt his fingers leave you again. Stomping your foot on the floor, you let out a frustrated groan and slowly lifted your head to meet his gaze. Damn did he look hot right now. You really didn't want to beg him…but what other choice did you have? 

So you let out the smallest, “Please..” and you should have known that would never be acceptable because he delivered a sharp smack to your ass drawing a whimper from your lips. You weren't entirely sure how to react; no one's ever done this to you before. No one cared to correct your behaviour or teach you manners, so this was all new. 

“Please, Leon.” You continued to mumble, your legs trembling slightly and your arms starting to ache from being held above your head for so long. It was your fault, though; you could have ended this a long time ago if you would just swallow your pride and beg. It was harder than it sounded.  

He grabbed your jaw and forced you to look at him, his tone demanding and harsh as he asked. “Please, what?’ 

“You know what!” You exclaimed, squirming again and only being able to look at him for a few seconds before having to look away. 

He chuckled at your whine, his grip firm and inescapable. “Oh, I know what. But I want to hear you say it. I want you to beg. You’re not getting anything unless you beg for it.”  

His hand moved between your thighs again and began stroking you softly, teasingly. “Come on, baby. Just say the words. You’ll feel much better after.”

You let out another whine when he started to play with your sensitive bundle of nerves again. Arching your back up from the wall for the millionth time, determined to get what you want this time. “I wanna..just…”

He chuckled at the sound of your struggling little gasps, the way you squirmed against him. “You want what?” he teased. “Use your words, honey.”

“Wanna cum.” You finally admitted, your voice was low and quiet because you didn’t want to be admitting this. But there was no other way, he wasn’t going to give in to puppy dog eyes or pouty lips. 

He let out a low, gruff noise at your admission, giving your clit a pinch. “There it is,” he murmured, his tone rougher, more dangerous. “You’re a good girl when you do what you’re told.”  

He leaned down, his mouth close to your ear, his breath hot on your skin. “And now you’re going to say it again, and keep saying it until I’m satisfied.”

“What!?” You exclaimed, yelping at the sudden pinch, unable to tell if it felt good or not. “But that’s not fair, you didn’t-“ You tried to say, but cut yourself off with a small moan.

“Fairs got nothing to do with it, you asked for this. You asked to be punished.” His finger moved a little faster, then pulled away again. Causing you to let out another frustrated groan and squirm helplessly. Leaving you unsatisfied and wanting. You started to rub your thighs a little, since you couldn't use your hands. 

“Ah ah.” He warned, grabbing your thighs and ripping them apart. “Stop that.” He brought his fingers back down and started to rub at your poor clit again. He was driving you insane. 

Swallowing your pride, you closed your eyes as another small cry of pleasure left your lips. “Please! Please just let me cum!” You finally cried, beyond frustrated and humiliated at this point, but you couldn't take being denied anymore. 

He let out a deep, satisfied groan when you spoke and started to move his fingers faster. “There you go, that's what I want to hear, good girl.”

“Please please please please…” You continued to mumble under your breath, feeling the tension in your body, and you knew you were close. You just didn't want him to stop again. Arching your back off the wall, not even caring about your ego anymore, and letting out a few small, whiny moans. 

He could practically see all the signs of your impending orgasm. Flushed cheeks, your little breathy pants, small moans, and he wanted to hold you there for a moment. “You're so close, keep going.”

Your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks, a wave of relief and pleasure washed over your body at once, and you could feel all the tension leave your body. Letting out small whimpers as your thighs trembled. He kept rubbing you through your orgasm, and he didn’t plan on stopping at one. 

Your breath was coming out in short gasps, watching him lick his fingers clean you expected him to free you. He didn't; instead, he moved his head back between your thighs and started to lap at your folds. Not giving you a scond to recover as his tongue moved across your overstimulated pussy, cleaning up all your cum.

Your eyes rolled back, and your mouth hung open in pleasure. You were so sensitive, and he was still going! But you didn't have much energy left to beg him to stop, so all you could do was lean against the wall for support as your legs trembled. 

He closed his eyes and wrapped his lips around your clit again and started to gently suck while his tongue flicked back and forth. Moving his ring and index finger down and pushing them inside your cunt. This drew a mewl from your lips and left you to rock your hips against his face. 

“Leon…” You spoke, voice weak as another few moans left your lips. 

He continued to pump his fingers in and out of you as he briefly pulled away to talk. “I'm not done with you yet, not even close. Your going to cum for me again, over and over until your whole body is shaking. And then,” He spoke, curling his fingers to hit that spot inside you that makes your whole body tingle. “You're gonna beg me to stop, I'm gonna break you, doll.” 

Fuck he did break you. By the time he was done you were in tears, you couldnt even count the number of times he forced your body to cum, pushing you to your limits until you literally could not take anymore. You don't really remember much of what happened after that, just remember waking up inside. Opening your eyes slowly, you turned your head to the side and saw a pair of strong arms wrapped around you. 

Oh, he must have carried you inside. You must have passed out then, you couldn't help but cringe and die a little inside when you remembered everything that just happened. Well, you certainly wouldn't be giving him anymore attitude, that's for sure. But for now, you were just enjoying the calm, cuddled up in his arms. Maybe farm life wasn't so bad after all. 

(SO SORRY FOR THR ABRUPT ENDIND BUT I DIDNT REALLY KNOW HOW TO END IT. I’ve also been debating making a part two where they actually like do it but idk guys is that to much. 😭)

[lushleona]

It's so hot and humid out today + windy it has me thinking about cowboy!Matty

Like js thinking about changing into a lil nightgown in a humid night, window open and curtain blowing while he's js being a lil perv watching you through the window or smth

Anyways, love you Leo bb!! 🫶🏻

girl yes, that man is the biggest perv to ever walk the earth 🤭 much to his dismay though, of course your bedroom just had to be on the second floor of your family’s countryside house. well, no problem — he’s already climbing up to your balcony, muscles rippling under his shirt, his sun-kissed skin sheened with sweat from both the humidity and the workout combined, and his sleeves being held together by sheer willpower as his biceps bulge with the effort of pulling himself up.

it’s a bold move; considering the fact that it’s no secret to the town how your father would take his shotgun and hunt down any boy trying to sneak into your bedroom. especially if he saw it was mattheo who was trying to corrupt his sweet daughter, the very same boy he taught to horseback ride and farm. but i digress.

mattheo’s panting with exertion by the time he makes it to your balcony, but it’s all worth it for the moment which he sees your curtains breeze past, revealing your naked figure calmly moving about in the sanctuary of your room. dumb girl, he thinks. so smart but so dumb sometimes. it’s clear the humidity has gotten to you too, your bare skin glistening with sweat. the sight makes his mouth water, your sparkling tits bouncing as you reach over for that thin little nightgown. he licks his lips, dick hard as a fucking rock as he watches you slip it over your head and force it down over your breasts. and once it’s on, his eyes almost bulge out of his head. the fabric is so sheer he can practically see your nipples poking through and the little thing barely covers the plush flesh of your ass.

he wants to barge in and grab you right then and there, but he remembers you telling him once that your walls were thin as paper, the furthest thing from soundproof, and he’d rather not test his luck with your beast of a father — so instead, he settles for palming his boner through his jeans. after all, the grandfather of his future kids should like him at least a little bit, right?

cowboy!mattheo ; all content

[xxaraaq]

wc | 1.04k

cw | unprotected sex, car sex

Farmhand! Toij x Southern! reader

A/N | It's been so since my last post so please forgive me for that, I just needed to take a break. I'm a bit rusty, but I hope you still enjoy.

Mr. Farmhand Toji, all big and mean and tan with his southern drawl and swoon worthy smile. He hasn’t seen you in a while, and you’ve changed.

He remembers you from way back when: the knobby kneed, skin and bones girl who would somehow always convince your daddy to save at least one cow from the drove before they were sent off to slaughter. Yeah, you were different now – much different. You were grown now, and you looked the part.

“Don't go lookin’ for trouble now, you’re ten years her senior.” Warned Nanami when he caught Toij’s eyes wandering. It ain’t like you're a little girl anymore. A college graduate ready to take over the logistics part of your fathers massive farm, he’s sure you know how to handle yourself. And it’s not like he's the only guilty party. He’s felt your gaze on him ever since you got here, going out your way to make sure that he knows you’re back in town. 

He finally caught you at the country fair, all dressed up in your cowboy boots and low rise jean shorts, a real sight to see. “How we doin’ today ladies?” He comes from behind, catching both you and your friends off guard. You turn to see him, covered in dirt fresh off his shift, face fine as can be with his eyes dead set on you. “I think it would be right to say that we’ve been havin’ a great day so far, ain’t that right girls?” You say, saccharine sweet smile forming on your face. They nod, and you don’t have to break your neck to sense the look they have on their faces. You haven’t stopped talking about the man in front of you since your foot first landed on the dirt road of your hometown, and it doesn’t take but a second for the two of them to scamper off, saying something about getting more money from the ATM machine to buy more tickets. Just the two of you now, and you don’t think you’ve ever felt this hot and bothered. 

The two of you walk with no destination in mind, basking in the sounds of children running rampant and the buzzing of the rides. “I don’t think we’ve spoken since you were still kickin’ and cryin’ about havin’ to see your favorite heifer sent off to the stockyard.” He watches you, watches how your hips sway side to side and how your cleavage shines through your too tight shirt. You smile at the memory of you begging your mother to convince your dad to let you keep at least one of them on the farm, crying and crying about how you would personally take care of it. “Well that was a long time ago Toji, and for your information,” You stop dead in your tracks, hand on your hip and devilish smirk on your face. “It wasn’t all too long ago when you were always getting sent to clean up horse shit for sneaking girls onto the property, so let’s agree to say that we’ve been on a journey of self growth.” Your voice is sultry, music to his ears if he admitted. He bends down just low enough to get close, making your body heat up. He smirks, eyes clouded with something that soaked your panties. “Are you sass mouthin’ me, Mrs. City girl?” He asks, and you find yourself emboldened to keep on. “What are gonna do if I am, Mr. Country boy?” You look him up and down, practically eye fucking him.

This is what you get for being bold.

“I- I can’t, s’too much.” Hand pushing – well, trying to push him from you. The car is fogging up, heat only helping to blur your mind even more. “What happened to that - fuck - that smart mouth? Thought your bite could back up your bark.” It’s overwhelming the way he’s fucking into you, his thick length filling you up too good. His truck shakes from the sheer force of his thrusts, all of it almost too much to handle. You can barely register what he’s saying, mind occupied with how deep he’s managed to reach inside you. You didn’t expect this, the intoxicating feeling he gives you as he buries your head into his leather seats. The men on your campus can’t even compare to him, skinny as a twig if placed next to Toji. “M’- shit -m’ cumming!” He doesn’t let up for a second, only pushing your back into the meanest arch you think you’ve ever been in. 

Your orgasm crashes through your body, leaving you speechless as your body jerks from the aftershocks. But he’s not done, not yet. You’re certain he’s going to drive you to insanity the way he ruts into you like a man starved. Your words come out incoherent, barely stringing together a sentence as pulls you to his chest by your hair. “You feel good, hmm?” His scent envelops whatever part of your brain that’s still working, the smell of his sweat and sex overriding your senses. “Yes, s, s’good, so good.” A blissed out smile graces your face, arms reaching out to grab whatever you can to try and ground yourself. “Shit,” His thrusts grow irregular, irate even, as his orgasm draws closer and closer with each passing second. He cums deep inside you, a raw growl crawling out from the deepest parts of him as his thrusts slow. 

The two of you collapse onto the seat, flushed and exhausted with remnants of pleasure coursing through you. You feel him pull out of you with a hiss, his seeding dribbling out of you. “I could go for a chili dog right about now.” He groans, stretching out like there’s an infinite amount of space to do so. “Are you really thinkin’ about food right now?” You roll your eyes, blindly searching for your shirt. He answers with a simple nod, chest glistening with sweat as he zips up his jeans. He props himself up on his elbow, somehow invading your personal space despite everything. “Would you care to join me for a ride on the carousel?” He asks, low voice making you hot and bothered all over again. 

You’ve changed, but he sure hasn’t.

-Nene

[ladymrf]

kinda a wip? who knows.

how Conner Kent became Conner Luthor Kent

Kon realizes one afternoon when he, Tim, Bart and the girls are relaxing at a resort that is too expensive for any of them (except Cissie) to afford that, damn it, he can't go out with Timothy Drake if he's a nobody.

Tim is a prodigy, smart, rich and handsome and Conner could be the trophy husband, he would be so happy with that, but YJ's life plan is to get Tim out of Gotham and keep him from killing himself working as a civilian and in the nightlife.

Conner would never take Tim from his comfortable life, ruled by luxury and money, in Gotham to stick him in a student apartment in a corner of Metropolis, no, that wasn't right, if he wanted to date Tim Drake he should be someone important, someone who can afford the life of luxury that his dear Robin was born into.

People tend to think of Conner as a good country soul, he is, but half of him comes from a hateful little man who conquered Metropolis and made his entire empire.

Kon is intelligent, he has a lot of knowledge dormant in his mind, above all, people underestimate him because of the exterior he shows, so it's very easy.

He shows up at Luthor Corp (formerly Lex Corp, renamed after, well, Lex Luthor screwed up and got arrested, he did a lot for Kon to remember). Lex's sister is officially in charge, but the board of directors runs the company, so Kon schedules a meeting with Lena Luthor, arrives in his civilian clothes, tells her he'd like to know what's going on with the company now that Lex is in jail. Lena explains that the company is only in one piece thanks to the board's herculean effort to prevent bankruptcy (a lot of people would lose their jobs and benefits because of that), Lex was the entire mind behind that company, no one could understand the notes he left or decode what his plans for the future of the company were about.

Kon looks at the sheets of notes from the notebooks Lex left and translates: You should sell the branches of the department stores in Australia, despite the profit, something will happen in the market that will make them bankrupt, it's better to sell at the peak of profit.

The board of directors looks at him like he's Jesus come back.

So it starts, he sits in on meetings translating and decoding the crap Luthor left behind and a few weeks later he has an office, months later he's using the man's old office and by the end of that year he's managed to get Lena to sign the company over to him with the full support of everyone important who worked there.

And boy, is that a lot of money, Kon manages to set up a college fund for Jon, buys new tractors for the farm and rebuilds the barn into something decent, he donates new computers to the Daily Planet (Lois almost cried over that), he also helped Kara finance an apartment in Metropolis for when she needed it.

The best part is that Kon loves his job and everyone else in the company loves him. All the money that Luthor Corp makes is practically given back to the community. In the space of a year, Conner Luthor (whose family relationship with Lex is unknown) built homes for the unfortunate, paid off student loans, created thousands of jobs, helped schools, donated to queer causes, and even planted hundreds of trees in the city. It was great. Kon was able to help out both inside and outside of the uniform.

So what if he used the money to sponsor Cissie's projects? Give Greta a comfortable life? Put Anita's parents in a good boarding school so that her friend could study without worries? So what if he paid for her and Greta's college? Who cares if he put Bart to work in the company's engineering department? (Like, the world thinks the Luthor Corp engineer is a genius, thank goodness they've never seen Bart work, or they'd think he's crazy) So what if Cassie Sandsmark gets hired as a lawyer for one of the biggest companies in the world right out of college?

So Kon finally has a name, he confesses his love to Tim, they date for months, Tim doesn't even notice his days in Kon's apartment getting longer, his clothes ending up in his boyfriend's wardrobe, he doesn't realize that by the end of their first year of dating, he's practically living in Kon's penthouse.

(It takes almost two years of hard work from all of them, Tim moves out of Gotham, finds himself working alongside Bart, before he realizes it he's already heading up the engineering department with his friend, he works reasonable hours, takes photography courses, helps the police as the only vigilante in Metropolis, the whole YJ moves into their neighborhood, it's perfect.)

(Clark was so happy, with YJ in town he could shorten his time as Superman and finally have some peace, of course he miscalculated this, in fact the need for Superman decreased with more heroes in town, but Rao knows that Clark's headaches only increased with the children running around town, he stopped trying to talk sense into them after seeing Red Robin hang Impulse upside down from a rooftop after the speedster ate his slice of cake, at least Jon was in the care of the best babysitters in town whether as a hero or civilian.)

Kon discovered himself, he was good at doing business, a shark like Lex was disguised by the Kents' easy charm, he smiled at each older executive already thinking "how am I going to use this one for my purposes?" He could come up with Lex's most crazy ideas to run the company, without violating any human rights in the process of making more money.

(Lex couldn't even get angry, because now the Luthor name was associated with Conner not him, the company was something to be remembered for the good things the boy was doing, not for the crazy things he did. His legacy would live on, his creation would guide Metropolis when he was gone.)

[yanderefarm]

I need me a silivan request, like vampire reader is at one of those vampires parties, silvan was sitting on reader’s lap all dolled and pretty, and then one of a high statue vampire would be memrized by silivan and would ask reader to buy silivan fron him, and at that time reader was getting confused by his feeling, he got attached to his pet, and acted jealous on the other vampire.

cw;; dehumanization, fluff,

this is such a cute idea. thats your pet!!!

this was your first party with silvan as your pet after centuries of seemingly looking down on the practice of pet humans. you still weren't sure about keeping him, he seemed fragile and delicate and stupid. even now at a party where he should be passed around and adored by every hungry horny vampire in the place he was clinging to you. his little hand gripped the back of your shirt tightly like a child afraid of getting lost. was it cute? maybe.

you decided to be generous to the frightened human and grant him permission to sit with you while you talked about work. he sat in the chair next to you and you pulled him back up immediately.

"humans don't sit there."

"im sorry... where do i sit, sir?"

that's how he ended up in your lap. it attracted many eyes to you but they still kept to themselves. they were smart.

the bold idiot who approached you wasn't.

you were minding your own business when this fool came up to you. you recognized him as someone who had recently came into ownership of a large human farm, he was still only a baron though. he smiled at you and then even wider at the pretty thing on your lap.

"did you get a pet, my lord?"

you let out a heavy sigh. "i haven't decided yet."

"how much would you sell it for?" the other vampire reached out and grabbed one of silvan's curls. silvan tried his best not to move but he pulled back into your chest slightly.

".... i don't know."

"it looks pretty high quality! where did you get it?"

this guy's voice was uniquely grating on your nerves. how he kept referring to silvan as an it, how he looked at him like an object. there was this feeling in your stomach that he wasn't just seeing silvan as an object but as an object that would increase his own value. he didn't even like silvan properly! he only cared because silvan was with you.

"i had him bred specifically to be beautiful. if he were for sale I'm sure he would be worth more than anything you own."

you could tell you hurt his pride with that. "that's... I'll have you know I've come into a lot of wealth recently, my lord!"

"oh?" you feigned ignorance. "oh i did hear about you acquiring some land."

"the 5th largest farm in your territory and 3rd in quality." he puffed out his chest in pride. like you don't own number one on both of those lists. god this guy is annoying.

"then you can have him if i can have that." you smiled smugly watching his face immediately falter.

"h-huh? but that's..."

"you don't want my specially bred pet?"

"he-he's certainly beautiful!! if-if you get into the breeding market you should let me know first thing!!!" he scurried off.

you hugged silvan's small frame tight against your body without thinking, wrapping yourself around him like a protective blanket. the silver haired boy was blushing in your arms his entire face red while you were pouting.

"sir... are.. am i.. yours..?" silvan asked tepidly his voice just loud enough for you to hear.

you felt his warmth from his embarrassment seeping into your body and you held him even tighter. your cold heart yearned to beat.

"yes. you're mine. no one else can have you."