#Public behavior

[joeclass3]

Swimming through Cultural Slime

Two restaurants, one time for brunch, the second for an early dinner. Four retail stores, which included a stop at Target. One stop for gas. All that in less than twenty miles, round trip. Our smiles, sincerity, and caring attitude, netted us various replies, like “Wow! Thank you for being so considerate.” “I really appreciate your being so cool about this.” And my personal favorite, “You guys…

[dickgraysonsptsd]

i am writing someone an explanation of how fandom acts about devin grayson and why they act that way, and within less than 20 minutes of skimming the devin grayson tag i am so overwhelmed by disgust at people's malice and derision towards her that i have to take a break. the level of vitriolic hatred on the leftist fandom website for a woman who wrote a sexual assault arc rooted in her own experiences of being sexually assaulted is unreal.

for reference and so it's clear how abhorrent the last two screencaps are, she changed her name to distance herself from her family after she was sexually assaulted and changed it years before she even thought about working in comics. she was open about this from the time of her first interview with wizard magazine (in, i believe, the 1990s) and they chose not to publish it because it was "a downer" to bring up sa. the following quote was published on cbr, a major comics website, in 2005:

fascinating that people continue to choose to claim that devin grayson's entire life revolves around her supposed desire to personally rape dick grayson literally two decades later. i can understand why she seems to want nothing to do with dc or its fans these days when people are so giddy and delighted to make her entire existence about their own bizarre obsessions with framing her as a pseudo-rapist.

[cheesenchalk]

i never know how to phrase it but something about the way beatles biographers and people in general view paul's reflexive placating persona and determination to smooth things over as manipulative or duplicitous and john's reflexive barbed persona and habit of lashing out as brave and subversive despite both being equally defensive mechanisms to shield themselves from the world that resulted in them saying things that weren't true says more about how we culturally view kindness or friendliness as inherently untrustworthy or flimsy and anger and carelessness as more believable as someone's true nature than it says about either of them in actuality

[dolokhoded]

the funniest clancybearer concept to me is torch being this very modest very bashful very noble knight in shining armor responsible leader figure to everyone until clancy, escapee of a literal death cult, comes along in the mood for absolute FREAK shit and the banditos accidentally find out things about their leader they would rather stay blissfully unaware of

[qiu-yan]

zhancheng to me is like this:

imagine a scenario in which jiang cheng actually does know quite a lot about lan wangji's tastes: his favorite and least favorite tea flavors, snacks, food, books, music, authors and artists, and so on.....except jiang cheng specifically sought out this information during the 13 year timeskip to make lan wangji miserable.

maybe lan wangji is just publicly A Bitch to him one too many times and jiang cheng finally decides he's had enough. so, for the next few months, jiang cheng spends an inordinate amount of time gradually sussing out everything he can learn about lan wangji's tastes. what kind of tea does he like? what kind of tea does he despise? which authors does he always read? what temperature does he prefer his room to be? what new trends in music does he find completely unbearable? when he passes through a region whose cuisine he hates, which restaurants does he find slightly less intolerable?

and then, the next time there's a discussion conference at lotus pier, jiang cheng weaponizes this knowledge. actually, the next time there's a public event anywhere wherein both jiang cheng and lan wangji are in attendance, jiang cheng weaponizes the fuck out of this knowledge. he makes sure that the tea lan wangji hates the most is served to everyone. he has his disciples buy all the local snacks he knows lan wangji has a preference for, just so lan wangji can't have any. he makes sure lan wangji's room and bed are heated to the exact temperature lan wangji finds just too hot to be comfortable. whenever lan wangji's favorite obscure author releases a new work that gusu lan doesn't think is cultivation-related enough to include in their library, jiang cheng has a bunch of his disciples swoop in and buy as many copies as possible, just so that it takes lan wangji a bit longer to get his hands on a volume. jiang cheng "leaks" to a few minor sect leaders the idea that lan wangji actually does like spicy food, and said minor sect leaders actually believe that information for a full year of hosted visits and public events.

this continues for all 13 years of the timeskip. of course, jiang cheng isn't outstandingly successful in actually making lan wangji miserable, because there are limits to what jiang cheng can actually achieve and what he's actually willing to spend enough time on; realistically, all he's accomplishing is causing lan wangji some minor irritations once in a while. but it's enough for jiang cheng to know that, every time lan wangji has to pass through yunmeng, he's absolutely miserable because jiang cheng has persuaded/paid every musician in the area to play the one song lan wangji hates the most.

jin guangyao, of course, figures out what's going on immediately. but even loyalty to lan xichen isn't going to make him sacrifice potentially useful dirt by putting a stop to jiang cheng's asshole behavior himself, so instead he just decides to watch and wait. he also just finds it really funny. meanwhile, lan wangji, for all 13 of these years, never figures out what's going on. he never figures out why he can't ever find the lanling-style osmanthus cakes he hates slightly less than the rest of lanling cuisine whenever he passes through the area and runs into disciples from yunmeng jiang. when his favorite obscure author releases a new book, he gets in line at the indie bookstore in qinghe he went out of his way to visit, and just doesn't question why everyone in front of him is wearing purple.

postcanon, though....now lan wangji has one hell of a source of insider information (wei wuxian), so the turns are about to get fucking tabled.

[itwaslegendary]

Taylor Swift's interview on CBS Sunday Morning; 25/08/2019

[kittykatninja321]

Can someone tell Democrats that leftists and progressives with moral objections are not a big enough contingent to swing an election and if they were, the way to get groups to vote for you is to offer them things they want rather than lib-scold them about voting on social media

[dumpster-fire-sapphic-failgirl]

Some more thoughts about Dungeons and Drag Queens (D20), especially Brennan’s presentation as DM

Brennan spent a large chunk of his life attending or working at a LARP camp. He’s no stranger to dressing up for games. He played a space wizard on Ultramechatron Go. He’s no stranger to dressing up on camera.

But in Dimension 20, he is resolutely Some Guy™️ and honestly it feels like he is doing that to make D&D and other TTRPGs as approachable as possible. You don’t have to go over the top. You don’t have to dress up. You can just be Some Person™️ and let your imagination do the heavy lifting

Which brings us to D&DQ. Brennan is full glam. And people are Horny™️ for it. But I think a lot of people might be missing the point. Doing an all Drag Side Quest is a political statement in America right now. And if Brennan was just Some Guy™️ he could potentially give fuel to folks (who don’t actually know anything about him) to say “look at what the dropout sjws are forcing on this poor cis-het dude”

So Brennan cheerfully dons A Lewk™️. For the first time, Denise the super talented makeup artist gets a crack at his face. And yes, he’s meeting his players where they are. And he’s doing his best to let the spotlight shine on the Queens. But. He’s visible. He’s (intentionally or not) telling the world “If you want to come for them you’ll have to come through me”

Don’t get me wrong, I love the “Brennan hotboi!” takes. And maybe I’m reading too much into it. But I love the feeling that this cis-het white boy got sprayed with glitter, tossed on Eursulon’s pauldron, and said “I got y’all. It’s safe here.”

In a world where it is very much not safe to be trans right now, that means a fucking lot

[all-this-panic-still-no-disco]

fellas is it gay to visit the graves of achilles and patroclus with your personal bodyguard/bff who you named second in command to your empire and compare yourself to achilles and him to patroclus and also lose your mind when he dies and die yourself not eight months later

[crows-murder]

it was ON SIGHT and it was so fucking funny. get his ass king!!! the SECOND jeremy let him go jean was out the door and hauling brysons ass onto lailas car

[propalahramota]

Fun how the great women's rights defender JKR used her massive media platform to accuse a biologically female athlete of being a bloke without even a shred of consideration that the above mentioned athlete will go home to her rather conservative country after the games and potentially have to deal with unpleasant and even dangerous consequences of having one of the most famous persons alive publicly lied that you were a male in disguise

[sillyfudgemonkeys]

Kavik: Nooooo, she didn't! Rangi: She did! She stuck me in the ground and pranced off to do spirits no what! Kavik: Ugh, they really don't appreciate us do they? Rangi: She thinks I can't handle it! I'm her bodyguard, and a lieutenant in the military! I can do anything! But what I can't do is guard a body that's not there! And, she keeps losing pieces of it! I won't have a body to guard at this rate! Kavik: Does she have trouble sleeping too? Rangi: Sleeping. Eating. Functioning! Everything! I have to have Jinpa keep an eye on her for me! But she doesn't listen to him! Kavik: At least she listens to you sometimes! Yangchen doesn't like being told what to do. It's sooooo hard to convince her to do anything! I have to beg her to sleep! She's like a toddler! Rangi: They're both overgrown toddlers! Ugh, they are just the worst I tell you! Kavik: I know! E-especially when they get too-ahem- friendly. *starts to blush* Rangi, blushing too: I don't really mind them taking the lead tbh, just not when my face is busted up! Kavik, blushing harder: I just don't want it to be in the middle of an assembly! Rangi: Same! Kinda, we- Yangchen and Kyoshi, barging in:

[the-scarlet-witch-22]

Whenever I think the Agatha fandom couldn’t possibly get any weirder, I just log onto twitter and see the actually insane things people will tweet out of their own free will.

What do you mean you took a picture of a stranger’s ass and posted it online without their consent?

What do you mean you publicly make super weird and parasocial and honestly really gross remarks about Kathryn and other cast members just to get likes and attention?

What do you mean you stalk the cast online because you have no shame or sense of boundaries?

The obsession with AI in fics and fanart, being super weird to Joe Locke, turning a blind eye to a cast member’s Zionism as well as her being a Depp apologist because you think she’s attractive, overall acting like a Salem Seven hive mind type of group. Just weird fucking behavior.

[just-null]

AS CULT LEADER, I CAN'T STAND IDLY AS A STUPID LITTLE PISS BABY.. SO IM POINTING ONCE AGAIN TO MY BIO. THIS IS IT. THIS IS THE SUGGESTIVE SHIT. LMAO LMAO WARNING.

tumblr will shoot me down if this gets too raunchy, so i'll keep the tamer ones here.. maybe i'll post the others on Twitter.....

AH SO YEAH, IF YOURE YOUNG or dont want to see suggestive stuff in general, THIS POST ISNT FOR YOU.

[under the cut, my suggestive doodles of Noritoshi]

JGKHKFK HES SO CUTE BRO

[portraitsofsaints]

Saint Bernardine of Siena

1380-1444

Feast day: May 20

Patronage: advertising, compulsive behavior, public relations, gambling addicts, chest problems, Italy, San Bernardino, California

Saint Bernardine was a 15th-century Franciscan preacher, known as the “Apostle of Italy” and of "the Holy Name of Jesus”. He devised the Greek symbol, IHS, for the name of Jesus. In his youth, he cared for Siena's plague-stricken patients. In 1404, he was ordained a priest, and 12 years later, he started preaching. His sermons attracted thousands to conversion. Pray for us, St. Bernardine, that we may always choose to speak Jesus’ name with reverence and choose words of love over words of shame.

Prints, plaques & holy cards available for purchase. (website)

[yanderejustforyou]

A little too much

Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader

Genre: Dark Romance with Food Kink

You stood in the dimly lit kitchen, the only sound being the soft hum of the refrigerator in the corner. Kuroo Tetsurou, the intimidating and charismatic volleyball player, stood before you, his eyes fixed on yours with an unnerving intensity.

He had always been a man of few words, but when he spoke, his deep voice sent shivers down your spine. "I've been waiting for you," he said, his eyes never leaving yours. "I have a craving that only you can satisfy."

As he took a step closer, you could smell the scent of cooking oil and spices wafting from his skin. Your stomach growled in anticipation, despite the trepidation that gripped your heart.

Kuroo's hands moved with precision as he began to prepare a meal, his fingers dancing across the countertops with a sensual grace. He chopped vegetables with swift strokes, the knife glinting in the faint light. The sound of sizzling meat filled the air as he cooked up a storm, each dish more tantalizing than the last.

But it wasn't just about food; it was about control. Kuroo's eyes seemed to bore into your soul as he presented each dish to you, his fingers brushing against yours as you took your first bite. The flavors exploded on your tongue, but it was nothing compared to the thrill of being under Kuroo's command.

As you ate, Kuroo watched you with an unblinking gaze, his eyes drinking in every reaction. He fed you morsels of food from his own fingers, each touch sending sparks through your body. You felt like a puppet on strings, dancing to Kuroo's tune as he orchestrated this twisted culinary ballet.

The meal ended all too soon, leaving you feeling both satisfied and unsettled. Kuroo's hands closed around your wrists like cuffs as he pulled you closer. His lips brushed against yours in a kiss that was both gentle and suffocating.

"You taste better than any dish I've ever created," he whispered against your lips. "And now that I've had a taste... I'll never let you go."

As Kuroo's lips lingered on yours, you felt a shiver run down your spine. His grip on your wrists tightened, holding you in place as he deepened the kiss. The flavors of the meal still danced on your tongue, but it was Kuroo's taste that overwhelmed you - a heady mix of spices and darkness.

He pulled back, his eyes gleaming with a possessive light. "You're mine now," he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. "My ingredient, my dish, my dessert."

Kuroo's hands roamed over your body, tracing the curves of your waist and hips. He touched you like a chef handling delicate ingredients, his fingers probing and exploring every inch of your skin. You felt like a dish being prepared for consumption, and the thought sent a thrill through you.

The kitchen around you grew darker, the shadows deepening as Kuroo's touch ignited a fire within you. He led you to a small table in the corner, where a single chair waited. Kuroo sat down, pulling you onto his lap as he began to feed you again - this time, it was sweet pastries and creamy desserts.

Each bite was a sensual experience, Kuroo's fingers brushing against yours as he fed you. The tastes exploded on your tongue, but it was the feeling of being controlled that truly thrilled you. You were Kuroo's plaything, his toy to be used and savored.

As the night wore on, the food disappeared, replaced by Kuroo's kisses and touches. You felt like a dish being devoured, consumed by Kuroo's hunger for control and possession. And yet, despite the darkness of it all, you couldn't help but feel drawn to him - like a moth to flame.

Kuroo's hands closed around your throat, his fingers gentle but firm. "You're mine," he whispered again, his eyes burning with intensity. "Forever mine."

In that moment, you knew that you were trapped - caught in Kuroo's web of desire and control. But as his lips claimed yours once more, you wondered if escape was even possible... or if you wanted to escape at all.