#Worst Behaviour

[nocturnvls]

KWN x Kehlani

[adelstitel]

kwn // worst behaviour ft. kehlani

[outfitsinspiration]

Who: Carol Morais (cazevedor)

What: Worst Behaviour Aron Longsleeve Top in Gardenia (Sold Out) When: Instagram - October 4, 2024

Worn with: Frnch jacket, From Future shorts, Bobbies shoes, Guccci bag, Jimmy Fairly sunglasses

[slutforpringles]

Just a reminder that no matter how F1 media or Drive to Survive does (or doesn't) cover the Horner saga, and no matter what Red Bull's internal investigations concluded, that there is still a victim seeking justice who has been legally silenced by her former boss and employer, who has used his money, power and celebrity to silence the media from continuing to report on the case.

via: De Telegraaf | Zaak rond Red Bull-teambaas Christian Horner voor de rechter; Engelse media moeten al maanden zwijgen

[lucabyte]

i feel like people are sleeping on the occam's razor situation of how buckwild it is to outright accuse a guy of being a clone of your friend even if you DO have a lot of circumstantial evidence. there's other options is what im saying. they could just be like. a guy. that's a sensible deduction. you should explore that deduction. ignore my shirt that reads I <3 RED HERRINGS.

i still think odile has the correct theory on lock but she's smart enough to know it needs like... a real smoking gun to be able to bring it up without sounding insane.

anyway. (mirabelle voice) i know its rude to speculate but has anyone else noticed the grieving? they seem to be grieving. does anyone have any thoughts on the grieving? i have some thoughts on the grieving.

[duckysprouts]

somehow i ended up on horrid henry twitter after years of forgetting it existed and i remembered how messed up his home life is. true british suburban horror

[numerousracoons]

A very interesting thing about Daniil Dankovsky (at least in Patho Classic, I’m not far enough into Patho 2 to have a full grasp of his character there) is that he’s a very good representation of how being a caring person can turn you genuinely kind of hateful, it’s such a sticking point to me that a lot of the hatred he holds towards other characters in the game is rooted in the fact that they’re callous towards the needs and wants of other people, be it the whole ‘leaders of the town fighting each other for power during a deadly plague’, be it his loss of respect for Vlad Jr when he finds out about the medicine testing, or even his bitter hatred for Aglaya when he realises that she doesn’t really care about saving people and being an impartial judge WHICH IS HER JOB, just about spiting The Powers That Be. So many times the reason he begins to resent certain characters is when he realises that they don’t care for others and view their own wants and needs as more important than others. A la, his hatred towards others is rooted in his love for humanity.

So on that note, I think that if Daniil Dankovsky existed in todays society he would despise generative AI, in this essay I will-

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

He is at his limit.

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[bennetsbonnet]

Much has been made of Mr Darcy's "confession" to Elizabeth that he does not converse easily with strangers. It is repeatedly used to support neurodivergent interpretations of his character. And I suppose that when taken at face value, a character confessing that they do not easily converse with strangers and struggle to catch their tone or appear interested in conversation can absolutely scream AUTISM! (I say as an autistic person myself)

But this line is often taken in isolation. When considered in terms of the passage in which it appears in Chapter 31, it appears far less of a smoking gun than may initially be suspected. After some discussion about Elizabeth and Darcy's prior acquaintance in Hertfordshire, Colonel Fitzwilliam asks Elizabeth for information about Darcy's behaviour there. She readily supplies it:

'Pray let me hear what you have to accuse him of,' cried Colonel Fitzwilliam. 'I should like to know how he behaves among strangers.' 'You shall hear then—but prepare yourself for something very dreadful. The first time of my ever seeing him in Hertfordshire, you must know, was at a ball—and at this ball, what do you think he did? He danced only four dances, though gentlemen were scarce; and, to my certain knowledge, more than one young lady was sitting down in want of a partner. Mr Darcy, you cannot deny the fact.' 'I had not at that time the honour of knowing any lady in the assembly beyond my own party.'

What Darcy leaves out here is that it was he himself who chose not to be introduced to anybody. As we learn from the description of his behaviour at the Meryton assembly in Chapter 3:

Mr Darcy danced only once with Mrs Hurst and once with Miss Bingley, declined being introduced to any other lady, and spent the rest of the evening in walking about the room, speaking occasionally to one of his own party.

Anyway, Elizabeth correctly does not buy his excuses. Not only does she respond with a cutting sarcastic remark, but she tries to bring the discussion with an end by speaking to Colonel Fitzwilliam:

'True; and nobody can ever be introduced in a ball-room. Well, Colonel Fitzwilliam, what do I play next? My fingers wait your orders.'

But Darcy does not get the hint and continues conversing with Elizabeth rather than quitting while he's ahead. However, I don't believe him to be missing a social cue here. Rather, this is an exceedingly conceited man who cannot conceive that anyone would not want to speak to such a Superior Being as he and more-so, is determined to defend himself from a perceived slight against his impeccable character.

Then we come to the passage containing the oft-cited line which allegedly contains proof of his neurodivergency:

'Perhaps,' said Darcy, 'I should have judged better, had I sought an introduction; but I am ill-qualified to recommend myself to strangers.' 'Shall we ask your cousin the reason of this?' said Elizabeth, still addressing Colonel Fitzwilliam. 'Shall we ask him why a man of sense and education, and who has lived in the world, is ill-qualified to recommend himself to strangers?' 'I can answer your question,' said Fitzwilliam, 'without applying to him. It is because he will not give himself the trouble.'

Once again, Elizabeth does not buy his excuse for even a single second. She's fully aware of all the advantages a man such as he will have received in society (opportunities not open to women, might I add!) and draws attention to that fact. It's a brilliant, cutting line from her and she really set that one up for Colonel Fitzwilliam to deliver the knockout blow.

Not only do we have the testimony of Mr Darcy's cousin, that 'he will not give himself the trouble,' to appear cordial to strangers, but we have evidence from Wickham too. Although after this statement, Wickham quickly goes onto misrepresent Darcy's kindness to the poor, which contradicts Mrs Reynold's later testimony, I do believe Wickham to be telling the truth (for once!) here, when he tells Elizabeth in Chapter 16:

'Mr Darcy can please where he chooses. He does not want abilities. He can be a conversible companion if he thinks it worth his while.'

Which, again, demonstrates that Darcy is capable when he wants to be. That is the crucial point. Autistic people fundamentally lack the ability to understand social cues, they cannot turn it on and off as they please because they are snobs.

So, now we come to the infamous line about Darcy's supposed social struggles, and I hope that I've provided enough context to the line to make you see that it should not be taken at face value:

'I certainly have not the talent which some people possess,' said Darcy, 'of conversing easily with those I have never seen before. I cannot catch their tone of conversation, or appear interested in their concerns, as I often see done.' 'My fingers,' said Elizabeth, 'do not move over this instrument in the masterly manner which I see so many women’s do. They have not the same force or rapidity, and do not produce the same expression. But then I have always supposed it to be my own fault—because I will not take the trouble of practising. It is not that I do not believe my fingers as capable as any other woman’s of superior execution.'

Again, Elizabeth is not buying his excuses for even a single second and tells him if he feels like that, maybe he should put the effort in. She has seen him in numerous social settings and been thoroughly unimpressed with his behaviour which, when you consider his rudeness to her at the Meryton assembly, she has every right to be.

So, what do I make of the line?

Well, I think it's abundantly clear that Darcy absolutely can speak to people when he wants to. Perhaps, in his mind, he struggles to make that deeper connection and make friends easily. But making friends is not always easy, it's a process you must invest time and effort into. If you do not do that, it stands to reason that you will struggle. Plus, if you hold others to ridiculous standards (as Darcy does) without recognising and fixing the flaws within yourself, you're not going to have deep, lasting friendships.

While this quote may appear to be a moment of vulnerability where he does confess a fault of his, which is astounding given his pride, personally I do not think it was not a soul-searching exercise. It was to make Elizabeth stop grilling him. It was self-serving. Although, I don't think he's entirely lying. Darcy is veeeery careful with his words and though this statement is not considered and perhaps comes out rather abruptly, it doesn't necessarily follow that it isn't true. I can imagine that it is probably something he's felt for a while, yet it is a rather desperate attempt to defend himself from a woman who sees right through him.

I think perhaps Darcy does realise that he isn't as naturally gifted as other men he knows (such as Wickham, Colonel Fitzwilliam and Mr Bingley) when it comes to forming acquaintances. However, he looks outwards and turns that bitterness against the world rather than looking inwards, reflecting upon himself and improving his manners which would be the correct thing to do. Thankfully, he later does this, but it took him twenty eight years...

In addition, Darcy appeared to have been under the illusion that he could coast by on Pemberley's reputation... which has always worked... until he met Elizabeth. For perhaps the first time, he encounters a woman who is not awestruck by him and his reputation and delivers the rebuke that he always needed.

So, while personally I'm inclined to believe there is some truth to his statement, as Mr Darcy is many things but he isn't a liar, I think it is said in desperation. His feeling stems from him knowing what he should do, but he can't be bothered to enact it... rather than any inherent social deficiency stemming from being neurodivergent.

Although, even if he does struggle socially, it's still no excuse for the rudeness he displayed to Elizabeth! My main issue with neurodivergent readings of Darcy is when they are deployed to defend his behaviour, when they attribute his rudeness to any potential neurodivergency and when they excuse his laziness. That is an awful message! Autistic people who struggle with social cues often do not, nor should they, go around insulting others. They should and often do put plenty of effort into being considerate and polite. In fact, I think, if anything, a love of rules makes us more likely to have good manners, rather than the reverse.

Ultimately, I'm not sure this line makes Mr Darcy the sympathetic-poor-sweet-innocent-shy-boy-autistic-representation that people want him to be. In fact it makes him look even worse, if anything. On matters such as these, he is every inch the conceited proud man he was widely believed to be at the Meryton assembly. Luckily, Elizabeth is an incredibly smart woman, who doesn't fall for it and immediately calls him out on his behaviour in a way that he has never experienced before. As she should!

[nocturnvls]

Speedin' to your crib to get me writhin'

[glitter-stained]

Some Bruce & Batfam fans Jason antis will be like "emotions and affect shouldn't cloud your judgement killing is wrong!" and then rank Jason beating Tim up or kidnapping Mia higher in their list of his worse offences than the duffle bag of doom

[outfitsinspiration]

Who: Carol Morais (cazevedor),

What: Worst Behaviour Side Stripe Pants in Blue/White (Sold Out) Where: Instagram - September 30, 2024

Worn with: Damson Madder blouse, Bobbies pumps, Paris/64 bag, Jimmy Fairly sunglasses

[thebluediner]

BEHIND THE SCENES

a/n: new celebrity crush unlocked y'all!! I know most of y'all won't like this cause it's not billie and that's okay but there's literally no kwn fics so I have to do my job as a fanfic writer

the studio was busy—people rushing up and down with heavy, expensive equipment. some were preparing the set, paying attention to every tiny detail. others were busy with the actors, making sure they looked prim and proper for the camera that weighed heavy in your hands.

but most of all, when you glanced to your side, kwn stood out,conversing with the directors and creatives about last-minute changes. truthfully, you should’ve been there too.

you slowly made your way over, fingers working your hair into a manageable low ponytail as you got closer. you stopped right beside her. her focus faltered the second she saw you, her eyes sweeping over your face like it was the first time all over again. they lingered on you...watching, waiting for you to look back.

so you did. just slightly.

your eyes met.

only for you to break the gaze a second later, tuning back into the conversation, hoping it would give you some insight into your job for the day. you were the camera operator well, camera woman.

your role was simple,keep the equipment rolling.

kwn liked one takes. she always said they were more efficient. more effective. you never asked in what way you just went with it.

“okay, we’re starting in five! everybody to your places!” the director shouted, sending the entire crew into motion.

as you moved into position, you felt her right behind you her scent finding its way into your nose, familiar and distracting.

“try not to get jealous, yeah,” she murmured behind you.

“yeah, okay,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes instinctively as you caught a glimpse of her walking toward the bar setup.

you were positioned exactly where you needed to be, eyes tracking what the lens was supposed to capture. when the countdown started, and they called out one!, you hit record. the camera rolled smoothly as you walked behind it, hands on the remote, ready in case anything went wrong.

it caught the storyline as it unfolded, following the dialogue, the action, until it panned over to kwn. your eyes followed her closely. she moved with purpose, in sync with the energy of the scene. she was magnetic—fully in tune with what was needed.

the camera followed her walk toward the love interest. you stayed right behind, capturing the chemistry radiating between them. every detail: the way she looked at the girl, the way her lips curled into a subtle smirk, the girl twirling her hair while looking up at her with wide, suggestive eyes.

your jaw tensed, tongue poking the inside of your cheek.

they broke away from each other soon after, heading to separate sides of the set for the next scene. your camera panned to the setting, giving the audience context, anchoring them back into the mood.

then came the kitchen scene intimate and closed off. you moved carefully, feet silent on the ground, navigating between machinery and cables with the camera resting on your shoulder. you got in close.

the mood shifted flirty, slow-burning. the early signs of desire that come when something new sparks to life. kwn reached for the girl, tugging her in by the hoop of her jeans, teasing her into leaning close. the girl practically melted into her touch.

and just like that, they broke apart. like they knew they were being watched. or maybe just maybe the universe was being kind to you, not letting it go too far.

your eyes met kwn’s for a fleeting second. her expression unreadable. you looked away, grounding yourself back into the camera’s viewfinder, following the love interest as she ran out of frame and back into the previous scene.

this was the final stretch the girl having a dramatic fight with the guy she originally came with. you stayed close, letting the camera drink in the tension, capturing every motion, every word, until the final,

“cut!”

you instantly stopped recording, turned to the crew, gave them a thumbs up and a quick smile to confirm everything was captured cleanly.

you barely had a second to breathe before the editor-in-chief was in front of you, pulling you into a discussion about footage delivery and post-production timelines. you listened intently professional as ever but when a familiar scent filled the air again, your body turned on instinct.

she was there.

and without needing to say a word, the editor-in-chief took the hint and walked off, leaving you two alone.

“hey you…” she cooed playfully, poking your side just to make you laugh.

“hey, you did great. one takes really are your thing,” you said, casually, keeping your tone steady, professional.

“c’mere. the shoot is over. can i have my girlfriend back now? not the camera person,” she grinned, pulling you in by the hook of your jeans, spinning you until your body lightly collided with her chest.

“oh my god, where did you even learn that?” you laughed, your real self slipping through the cracks.

“why? you feelin’ it?” she teased, eyes watching your face carefully, already smiling at your grin.

“maybe…” you murmured, your arms sliding around her shoulders, pulling her in close. lips just inches from hers.

“we’re still at work, you lovebirds,” your assistant chimed from behind, voice teasing, snapping both of you out of your little world.

“i see you’re still being a cockblock, huh,” kwn smirked, peeking over your shoulder to tease her back.

the three of you laughed but her arm stayed wrapped around your waist, and your heart stayed right where it always was.

with her

[neighbourhoodtwo]

that bit in find us alive when harley is like. hey lancaster you can't tell me to look after myself better when you don't eat or sleep enough either. and lancaster is like ok well first youre an alcoholic in denial second some of us are busy doing things around here.

[theotherbuckley]

Grief explains the actions but it doesn’t justify them.

[toskarin]

Dogs: big or small?

this is a pretty common opinion you'll see from people who've worked with dogs, but if I can't nuance the point into oblivion, the answer has to be big dogs