#brainwasing

[zoomar]

Mass Brainwashing is Here

[laurawful]

mean women should send me asks to try to hypnotize and brainwash me

[metvmorqhoses]

This is a letter submitted to me by the previous anon. I was left nothing short of appalled by it. In a few paragraphs this person managed to take everything I ever said on this blog about art, literature, gender, ethics, or even myself as a person, twist it to their own biased and, quite frankly, worrying perspective and use it to accuse me of being, at best, a Nazism and antisemitism apologist.

I’m very open minded, I’m able to understand most point of views even without sharing them, but this is another matter entirely. This is being unable to read reality correctly anymore. This is dangerously and hurtfully spinning things out of proportion. This is being unable to form a pure critical thought in a reality that is already mad and confusing enough.

I read extensively in the past few years about the plummeting of comprehension of the written word among all demographics, but that an educated peer of mine, mirror and parrot of too many others, could genuinely reason like this will always be beyond me.

Anon, you are right. I wouldn’t normally publish or entertain such profound drivel, but the things you just accused me of are not only absurd, but beyond serious and grave. You cannot throw such ideas and words so lightly at another human being, especially not inventing yourself every single reason for doing it.

So I’m going to answer, word to word, in the hopes to make you, or at least someone else, wake up from the horrors of a brainwasing this society is, at this point, irremediably affected by.  

“i do not think that your response to me displays “good disposition”, so i will be sure to match you in tone. you do not have to answer this, or even read it; i hope that you will read it though, if only to momentarily consider someone else’s perspective. quoting you verbatim from a previous ask/answer, “I absolutely hate to contradict the canon”. you’re right, the original books don’t glorify nazism, mostly the new content does. however, you say voldemort is the true hero. he is driven to exterminate specific groups of people for his personal gain. whatever depth you want to give him, that is still canon. you don’t deny it. you might not find it the most interesting part of him, but it is still there, and you still call him hero.

i and many others will never know most of our families because of a man and his followers who worked exactly like that. so don’t think of this as me trying to cancel you. i will not be reaching out to your friends or trying to get you banned from anywhere, that’s not what i’ve come directly to you for. i’d like to know what it is about two blood supremacists that you see not only so much inspiring complexity in, but yourself in as well.”

Honestly anon, considering what you are accusing me of, the hinting of which I had already perceived in your previous ask, my disposition towards you was and still is way better than it should be. I’m taking pity of your way of thinking and still hoping to somehow help you understand how wrong this is on every possible level.

I’m very glad you seem to agree the Harry Potter books are no Nazi hymn, but I unfortunately have to contradict you right away. I never, ever, glorified Voldemort’s figure or called him “the true hero of the story”. If you had taken the time to actually read the things the person you are accusing of terrible and very real things has always written about that fictional character, you would have noticed the whole point of my metas is, on the contrary, to underline his twistedness, his monstrous and yet very present humanity, his unfillable voids, his abysses in negative with still a wisp of something else enduring nonetheless.

You would also have noticed that I’m utterly uninterested in and rarely mention the blood-purity movement, not because I think there’s something literary wrong in constructing fictional evil after Nazism (nor, again, do I think there’s anything wrong in finding Nazism intriguing as an historical event and as a study of human nature), but because, as I previously tried to make you understand, I find it psychologically uninteresting in regard to him and not what his character is fundamentally about.

You also just took an ask in which I said I’d have liked to rewrite Harry Potter with Voldemort as the real protagonist (protagonist, not hero, the difference is huge - I linked it for you), and twisted it to construct this huge delusion about my preaching the bloodthirsty ideology of an evil wizard from a fairy tale. Voldemort went around even repeatedly trying to kill a child, why not accusing me of seconding infanticide too, since you are at it? Or seeing antisemitism everywhere is your main fixation since it touches you closely?

I would never call Voldemort a hero, and you know why? Because it would be incredibly dull. Voldemort is a villain. I appreciate him precisely as such. I’m not interested in finding his actions (at least not his monstruosities) correct or admirable, it wouldn’t be riveting. What makes villains compelling is their darkness. And this is because, most importantly, unlike all the people you are mentioning, Voldemort is the bad guy in a children book. Voldemort is not real. His darkness has no consequence whatsoever.

As for why I find Voldemort and Bellatrix compelling, if you had bothered to read my writings before accusing me of absurdities, you’d already have your answer. You’d know that it’s their character as people and mutual relationship that I find intriguing, not their ideology.

As to why I said I see myself in them, those are personal reasons I would never disclose to someone who cannot seem to count to ten, let alone understand utter complexity of certain childhood circumstances or unusual personalities, but (even if it’s obvious, even if I stated it multiple times for the thick idiots in the back) it’s obviously not their fictional murderous/blood-purist/unicorn-blood-licking tendencies I see myself, a real person, in.

I equally see myself in Dorian Gray, Heathcliff and Catherine, Frankenstein’s monster. I trust no sane person would believe I’m inciting the masses to make deals with the devil, traumatize children or set the world on fire out of spite towards human nature (even if the latter is tempting and people like you are making it even more so, I would admit).

“i am not always just an anon on the internet. i am a real person with a real family, real experience with antisemitism and racism in my everyday life. real books i like to read, real foods i like to enjoy, real fears and angers and excitements about the changes i’m seeing in politics and in the public these days. i am, in real life, affected by the ease with which some of my own friends can tell me “jews control the media” just because they’ve heard it on tv enough, from movies or talking heads or whoever.”

As it so happens, I’m a real person just as well. You don’t know anything about me. You for example don’t know that my grandmother spent World War II with real Nazis invading her very home, robbing her of everything and using her farm as a militar base. You don’t know the story of my family, you don’t know that I share many, too many, concerns and fears about the world we are currently living in too and I’m genuinely sorry about what you have to go through, because even without being Jewish I know something about it first hand. But this doesn’t give you the right to behave how you are behaving. You are in fact being just part of the big cultural problem you are denouncing. You are going after innocent people, judging them out of invented nothing. Even if you are surrounded by ignorant and racist people for real (I wonder to what extent, since you seem to highly exaggerate things), this doesn’t mean you have to blindly assume the whole world conforms to it by default, twisting everything you see to make it about you and your current, perhaps justified, fixations.

“consider also that you are a woman. you’ve said you don’t feel very strongly about any part of your visible identity, which is fine. but others around you likely perceive you as a woman. you will be treated differently by different people based on how they perceive you. you have to exist in the context of the world around you whether you want to or not. do you call it activism or wokeness to tell someone off for treating you poorly because you’re a woman, or do you call it standing up for yourself? now what if that person is andrew tate or jordan peterson, whose sexism reaches and influences many, many people around you? telling them or their parrots to think before they speak is not being woke. that’s recognizing a lack of respect and responding to it appropriately to shut it down before it gets worse.“

Again, you took something I said and completely failed to understand its meaning. I never said “I don’t feel very strongly about any part of my visible identity”. I actually feel my womanhood deeply, to extents you couldn’t imagine. What I said is that I don’t care to conform to this, in my opinion quite pathological, trend of labeling everything you are and put it on display for the world to see and use, in the hopes of creating an ever-more vacillating sense of identity, belonging and validation. I firmly believe everyone has the absolute right to be true to themselves and I have no problem embracing anyone who wants to intruduce themselves with a ten minutes-long list of pronouns, gender, sexuality, heath-status, ethnicity and religious beliefs, but this is not something I’ll be ever taking part of, nor the kind of circus I’d like the world to turn into, merely because for some reason I feel like this is more a show (a dangerous one, too) than a real quest towards inner truth.

Calling out idiocy is not being woke, anon. I confirm. Not agreeing with powerful people spreading dangerous ideas is one thing, making up the 99% of those terrible crimes in order to have a scapegoat for your witch hunts is another thing entirely.

“so why can’t i criticize your purposeful decision to deify a character who can all too easily become a model for others who want to take their hero worship of people like him further than tumblr?”

Because you are making this “deification” entirely up, anon. And the fact that you cannot seem to understand this simple fact is very concerning. If I preached Voldemort’s blood-purity ideology, you would have every right to criticize me. You are even totally entitled to have opinion about others tastes. You are not entitled though to make things up to further your own ideologies and worldviews and you should actually be capable, fairly educated as you are, to understand what you read.

“i guess i am not judging you for the art you enjoy, but the way in which you talk about it. people who are actually affected by these views have to be most wary when decent, intelligent people begin to repeat and think them. unfortunately, for my family, this was indeed the way real life worked in the 30s/40s. their kind, smart, beloved neighbors could still turn on them after being exposed to enough nazi propaganda, to films and papers and gossip. and now i have to feel like this in the present day because it is media like this, which “minorities” like us have always, always made our worries clear about (you can’t tell me discussion of cho chang’s name or the subtext of sex-aware staircases is new, because i was around to see when it began), which seeps into good people’s brains and creates opportunities for them to turn on us. this is why white supremacists and fascists use dogwhistles, why they won’t speak the quiet part out loud and will use whatever media they can to further their message under the radar.”

“The way I talk about it” is not at all what you are describing lol If you had actually taken the time to read what I wrote you would have (I hope) noticed.

Oh, yes. Calling a character “Cho Chang” is a terrible crime against humanity. Entire generations of children are traumatized. Also, oh my! Sex-aware staircases! Call the police!

No, anon. Good people don’t let anything seep into their brains and “turn on you”. Good people are good people. People that out of the blue, only because society validates them, turn against fellow human beings, for whatever reason, weren’t good people in the first place. Ideologies give permission for the real self to show, they don’t create anything from scratch.

“analyzing media is about opening your eyes to the context in which it sits. i’m afraid, and i think you’ll agree, that critical analysis skills are degrading on a mass scale these days.“

Yes lol I deeply and absolutely agree.

“i’m afraid that these books have always contained subtle problems, but those of us who were affected by them did not have such a free internet to express ourselves and were otherwise shouted down by fans at the time. i’m afraid that these books have always existed in a context in which antisemitism, racism, and xenophobia have only been on the rise. i’m afraid that someone like you, who is writing a novel, who has some reach now and who may gain even more of a following in the future, who touts herself as not only intelligent but a lover of ethics, may end up contributing, whether you intend to or not, to the mass of people who will turn around to hurt people like me.

i can understand the notion that voldemort simply used a preexisting Other that he despised anyway to further his own drive for power. lots of scholars would say hitler did the exact same thing. my question for you is not even why you see yourself in that, because i suppose it is understandable as a strategy to get yourself support for something by finding like minds already headed the same direction. but the key point there is like minds. no, my question is, why do you call him the hero?

not protagonist. not something akin to humbert humbert per nabokov’s original purpose.

hero.

a: a mythological or legendary figure often of divine descent endowed with great strength or ability

b: an illustrious warrior

c: a person admired for achievements and noble qualities

d: one who shows great courage

at this point, it isn’t the harry potter books that praise nazi ideology and strategy. it is you. even if you don’t see it that way, i’m here to tell you that i can interpret your words this way, and if i can, then others can too.”

Apart from telling you, again, you are completely making up this way of mine of praising Voldemort as a hero and that you should probably read other people’s writings before judging them, allow me to “tout myself as intelligent” once again, and enlighten you with a banal fact.

Media, fiction, art is for the most part a mirror of who is consuming it. The fact that you can interpret, as you are doing, my words completely wildly, incorrectly, insultingly, tells a lot more about you than about me. If a person isn’t able to apply critical skills to what they are reading, again as you are doing, they are going to find exactly what they want to find in anything. Mind creates reality and you are a marvelous example of it.

It’s the same old debate about morality and amorality in art. Not very intelligent people keep bringing it up again and again through the eras, but the truth about it doesn’t change. I can use a knife to surgically save a life, cut bread or kill a person. None is inherent fault or merit of the knife, but of the hand who wields it.

I remember distinctly when Hannibal came out, the woke police wanted it cancelled because it romanticized murder and cannibalism. Everyone was afraid people would have gone out eating each other. What happened instead is that no raise in cannibalism was detected. Cannibals became cannibals regardless, perhaps feeling a little more represented in media. Decent people remained decent people. I hope you get my hint. Nazism didn’t become Nazism when writings of the Golden Dawn came out, talking about the superior race. Nazism became Nazism when a government used those writing as the mass excuse to unleash the most basic and terrible instincts of humanity to further its own political and economical ends.

I guess your vision of the world, in which the big evil blogger on Tumblr is going to write a new novel without perpetually denouncing every other word everything problematic anyone could possibly read in it and the good people around you will suddenly turn to eat you against their will because brainwashed by my subtle suggestions, could be a quite childish way to justify somehow a world that terrifies you, in which evil isn’t banal and everywhere, but has a tangible and therefore preventable reason.

I’m sorry, but the roots of persecution are as old as human nature, and you actually could even find something really akin to them in your own behaviour if you look very closely.

“in your response to me, you have strung together many lengthy ways of telling me what a brainless lemming i must be for having concerns about how people analyze media, but you couldn’t manage even the simplest ‘i do not support nazism’ after saying you find the history interesting. it’s not your interest that concerns me, but your inability, or perhaps unwillingness, to just confirm that interest is where it ends. unless you deliberately, explicitly, and vehemently deny this, others will continue to misinterpret you. you might be tempted to say that this will only be an issue with people who aren’t as smart or literary as you. let me inform you now that i am at least “a normally intelligent and educated person”, as you put it. we’ve read all the same books. i enjoy a lot of the same media you do. yet i am still not confident you will clearly denounce nazism even now that you have been asked. now imagine that you have even one follower who cannot be described with your above quote. it only takes one misguided person to be the next john hinckley jr., or robert gregory bowers, or dylann roof, or so on. you care not about morality, but about ethics. consider the ethical ramifications of this kind of public hero worship of a character who so easily maps onto a real life perpetrator of genocide without some sort of discussion about him ultimately being wrong. do i think we should all have to disclaim that we don’t condone what villains do? no. do i think you should have to say it every single time you talk about the subject? no, of course not. but if i cannot find it anywhere on your blog, then it has to be said somewhere.”

I’m sorry anon, but after everything you just said I cannot help but conclude those same books on you had very little effect. Maybe try to read them again. I dread what you might have made out of them.

[salazzzle]

"NEW Uzu product that actually PROTECTS from undesired hypnotic brainwasing!!!" (actually just places Uzu's stronger hypnotic brainwashing effect on the user instead, and it doesn't even count as "undesired" because who doesn't desire Uzu products without thinking or resisting their very "effective" advertising?)

oh DAMN the return of uzu

i loVE THAT IDEA. people have to protect themselves against those EVIL companies and governments that might try to brainwash them!! uzu is there to help!! (there is no threat. uzu is the ONLY company thats doing this)

[reincarnatedumakalisaanvi]

SON?

CARDI B TOLD BLACK MEN SHE CAN'T SLEEP WITH ME BECAUSE THEY'RE MY SON? SO IS BAPHOMET

HIS EVIL SELF. LOOK AT THE COLUNMBIA MUSEUM ART CENTER. ASK FAZE WHAT IS FRIEND WAS WHO TRIED TO DISCOVER HIM AS MUSIC ARTIST HURSEYTHEGOAT INSTAGRAM HES TALKING ABOUT KILLING DEESTROYING AND ME AND HES THE ONE BRAINWASING ME INTO WHITE MEN

[cynthia7272]

#brainwasing #programming #mainstreammedia #videooftheday

[hircinesring]

WHY keep releasing the game though. WHY. EVERY VISUAL IMPROVEMENT THEY COULD MAKE, EVERY FIX, HAS ALREADY BEEN FIXED BY THE COMMUNITY. why would i spend money on another game at full release price when i can mod what i have for free? and it’s not even a question of console vs pc any more you can mod on consoles now. it doesn’t make sense. bethesda are so fucking lazy.

we really are at the point where ‘beloved game devs’ will just release the same thing over and over again (in this case literally) bc they know their brainwased fans will buy it and defend it.

[sadistgalore]

Twelve Days of Whumpmas: Three French Hens (Nicholas)

does the next day still count? eh, posting it anyways.

note: again, i feel like no one knows the characters i'm writing for these pieces, so brief summary of Nic. basically; abusive parents, had a younger sister, he went to join the marines, sister went missing and died, he came back and became a detective, Harper's partner and kind of boyfriend but is now starting to get feelings for Beth, and has a best friend named Scott who also became a cop when he left the army. last pieces he was in was this one, this one, and that one. okay byeeee

Taglist: @tropes-for-my-md-daydreams, @whumptakesthecake, @all-whumped-out, @distinctlywhumpthing, @painsandconfusion

CW: captivity whump, voluntarily bashing a person's own shoulder against a door (there is a def a better tag to use than this), referenced arson, defiant whumpee, implied future torture and brainwashing, referenced kidnapping, brainwasing, beating

For @amonthofwhump's Twelve Days of Whumpmas, using the prompts "Betrayal" and "Candlelight."

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Nicholas Malcolm slowly got up from the floor again, chest heaving with exhausted breaths. His shoulder strained in pain, but he ignored it. He planted his feet on the ground and set his eyes on the sturdy locked door, and ran forward.

He let out a large “oof” as he fell to the ground, shoulder protesting loudly now. With how many times he had repeated this action, it was surely to be bruised by now. Nic gasped in pain and scrunched his eyes, holding his arm to somehow drown out the pulsating agony.

“Gotta- fuck, gotta get up, Malcolm,” he grunted to himself, trying to channel his old drill sergeant from boot camp. He barely managed to get on his feet before he fell back down on, unfortunately his shoulder. The veteran cried out, now clutching his arm so hard that it was causing pain.

“That had to hurt,” he heard an amused voice say, looking up to see his cell door open, and a man standing in front of it.

“You,” Nic growled, venom in his eyes. It was that same fucking man who broke into his apartment and set it on fire. The same man that was supposedly there to “pick up” Elizabeth. Nic wanted answers, now. “Where’s Beth, you son of a bitch?”

The man dug his hands into his pockets, leaning against the door frame. “Beats me. I just delivered the package and got my payment. That blondie is long gone by now.”

Nicholas yelled as he lunged forward, but was swiftly brought down by a hard kick to his face. He groaned and fell to the floor once more, blood running down his chin. He heard a click of a tongue and footsteps coming towards him, then he felt a hand on his face.

“You need to learn how to settle down, pretty boy. Now, enough fighting. If you ever want a chance at getting out of here alive, you need to listen to me. Got that?”

Nic said nothing.

“I expect a ‘Yes, sir,’ from now on, Malcolm.”

“Kiss my ass.”

He heard the man sigh. “Creative, but we’ll train that language out of you soon enough. But since I’m one for introductions, I’ll still grace you with my voice despite your disobedience. First off, consider yourself very lucky. You were supposed to burn with your apartment, but an anonymous person decided to spare you. Once I heard, I decided to take you in.”

Nic groaned as he leaned back on his rear, sitting almost casually on the ground with his captor. He just needed to gain his strength back, then he’s going to knock this guy down like the Macho Man himself. “Why?” He asked, deciding to add something instead of letting this man talk forever.

“With your military background and stellar detective experience, you’ll be a great candidate for my militia.”

“Militia? You fuckers have an army?”

The man chuckled. “In a way. They basically hire a bunch of teams to work for them, and I, Braxton Marsh, run one of the most strongest and reliable militias the Jaguars employ.”

Braxton Marsh? Sounds like the name of a kid that skateboards and does acid.

“Good for you, why the fuck do you think I’ll want to work for you?”

His captor, Braxton, just smiled as he stood up. “Oh, I know you’re not going to willingly join me now. But a few months of our lovely training sessions-well, you would probably describe them as torture-will straighten you right up.”

No. Fucking no. Nic was not going to allow himself to be a pawn in these people’s games. He’s just gotta get out, find Beth and Harper, and expose these bastards.

Wait. Harper.

“Hey, what did you do with my partner? She was investigating you guys as well,” He spoke up, almost leaning forward to Braxton as the man walked to the other side of his cell.

“Your partner? What partner?” The man asked, not really caring as he unveiled a hidden panel in the wall and began pushing buttons.

“Harper Winston. She investigated you guys with Beth and went missing two months ago. You guys obviously took her.”

Braxton looked at him dumbfounded. “Winston? As in Bruce’s daughter? We shouldn’t have her since her brother’s still alive. I knew Mrs. Carrien had a roommate or something, never knew it was her.” He shrugged his shoulders and pulled out his phone. “Huh, small world.”

Nicholas didn’t understand the first half of what that man said, but he was fucking pissed. How could they not have her? Her and Beth looked into the Jaguars for years, and Harper got all hot headed when the police got information on that Dark guy. If she’s not here, where the fuck could she be?

“That doesn’t answer my question. I need to find-” He was cut off by a door opening, and his own surprise. Standing in the door was the last person he expected to see.

“Langdon. Good to see you,” Braxton said with a smile as he shook the young man’s hand. It was Scott, fucking Scott. His best friend from the army.

“S-Scott?” He asked, mouth hung open in surprise. But Scott Langdon didn’t respond as he kept his eyes focused on Braxton. Why wasn’t Scott the least bit concerned that his friend was held in captivity?

“Langdon, I wanted you to teach our new recruit a lesson,” His captor said with a stupid grin, slinging his arm around Scott’s shoulder.

“What lesson, sir?”

Braxton pulled out his baton and handed it to his soldier. “That becoming one of my men means you get no fucking allies.” He leaned forward towards Nic, and whispered into his ear. “In case you haven’t noticed, Malcolm, your buddy here doesn’t care about you. Hasn’t ever since he trained with me. Now, pay close attention, because this will be you one day.”

Nic stared at his captor for a moment, then darted his eyes to his fellow veteran who was now gripping the baton in his hand. “Scott, come on man. We’re friends, we’re fucking brothers. You saved my life back in Afghanistan.”

Scott didn’t look the least bit remorseful as he stepped closer, finally raising the thick and black baton over his friend’s head; Nic panicked. “Scott! What the fuck are you-”

Blow after blow rained down on him, hitting with such force that his bones felt as if they were about to crack. Nic didn’t have time to feel shame as he screamed from the assault, a few tears dripping down his face. There was no break, almost as if Scott was a machine. God, he can’t believe the person causing his own torture was his best friend.

“Please!” He cried out, reaching out an arm that was quickly hit down. “Scott-”

“Hit his shoulder,” Braxton ordered, and Scott followed. Nic saw white as his already bruised shoulder was pounded with the baton mercilessly. He could barely even manage a plea as he wailed, so torn between betrayal and pain that he couldn’t think straight.

Luckily, he didn’t even need to try to think any longer before he passed out.

.

.

.

“Three turtle doves,”

“Dude, that’s so clichè.”

Nic sighed as he stared up at his phone, putting down the lighter. “It’s called being romantic, Scott. Ever heard of it?”

“Yeah, in like every fuc-fucking romcom ever. Can’t come up with something original?” Scott asked, voice glitching out for a brief second thanks to Nicholas’s shitty wifi.

“Oh, fuck you.”

“Love to, but I think Harper’s got that one tonight,” Scott said with a grin, raising his eyebrows.

Nic gave him an annoyed glare and rolled his eyes, going to the mirror to straighten up his tie. “I’m doing whatever Harper wants to do. This is our first date, or hang-out, or whatever she wants it to be, so I’m going to make it as nice as possible.”

He heard Scott hum in disagreement through the phone. “We both know Harper. She’s not one for romantic dinners.”

Nic stared at himself in the mirror with a sorrowful face, then turned to the table filled with a fancy dinner he cooked himself set on an elaborate table in perfect dim lighting. He hung his head down in defeat. “You’re right, what the fuck am I doing?”

“Not being you, that’s what. The Nicholas Malcom I know doesn’t dress in fancy suits or cook a seared chicken with collard greens. He wears T-shirts in a size too big and eats either Chinese or pizza, no inbetween. That’s what Harper likes about you,” Scott finished, a small smile on his face. Nic noticed this and laughed.

“Alright, alright. Don’t get all mushy on me now, Langdon. Hopefully I’ll have enough time to change before-”

Scott noticed the doorbell ring on the other end of the call. “Oh fuck,” he heard Nic say before his friend rushed to the door and opened it. Scott picked up faint conversations and laughter, and lit up when he saw Harper come into frame. She was wearing a beautiful short black dress and a leather jacket, somehow combining the two personalities of Nic.

“Hey, Scott,” she waved.

“Hey, Harper,” he waved back, throwing his hands up when the camera was put on his best friend instead.

“Alright, fuck off now, Scott,” Nic grumbled.

“Oh come on, can’t I be the third wheel?” He said with a mock pout.

“No, get a girlfriend or something.”

Harper moved back into frame. “Then we can double date!”

Scott laughed alone in his apartment, enjoying Harper’s constant energetic personality and his friend’s impatient attitude. “Alright, better listen to this soldier and get to fucking off. And Nic?” He quickly paused before adding, “Wear a condom!”

[laurawful]

It started innocently enough. She'd invited me over to watch some new movie she'd rented (really, who even has a DVD player anymore?), and my crush on her said yes before my brain even caught up. I didn't think she meant it like that but I wasn't about to pass up the opportunity.

I came over later that night, and we chatted for a bit before we started. I was nervous of course but she was calm and collected; after a bit it rubbed off on me. We sat down in front of her television, as close as I dared without actually touching her, and she pressed play.

It got hard to focus then, and I felt like I was at once riveted to the screen and the action taking place, but at the same time completely unable to process anything I was seeing. It was like my brain had shut down, I couldn't think or remember or do anything but stare forward at the screen.

I have no idea how long I was like that, it could have been seconds or it could have been days, but at some point my empty brain recognized that she was pulling my shirt over my head, unclasping my bra, unbuttoning my jeans, and that I was just sitting there letting her. I might also have been drooling.

I was definitely drooling, and definitely naked. And definitely wet. I felt her fingers on my thighs, gently stroking upward, finding the soft, slick place where they met, and gently continuing to stroke. She was finger-fucking me and more than letting it happen, I was drooling all over myself and couldn't string two coherent thoughts together. I'd never been so horny, so completely focused, so completely oblivious.

I whimpered, this wasn't supposed to happen, I had a vague feeling of panic,I needed to wake up and leave, I didn't want this, she whispered in my ear, I wanted to sink and obey and never think, I wanted to be brainwashed into a mindless puppet, I wanted to be her brainless doll.

I smiled, memories melting away with the rest of my brain as she kept whispering in my ear and I kept thinking exactly what she told me to, like a good girl. I wanted to be such a good girl for her.

Eventually she was satisfied that she'd burned out whatever remained of my mind, and she turned off the television. I didn't react, I hadn't been told to. I just stared at the black rectangle and kept smiling like a dumb toy with no brain. She pulled me to my feet, and led my compliant body to her bedroom, and all I did was obey, and drool a little. I never wanted to think for myself again.

[freshnightcrawler]

i know this isn’t technically a request, but could I see the full list of characters + Quirks in your Quirkswap AU? :00

I would be delighted!

Here’s the list of 1-A’s quirks:

Aoyama - Zero Gravity

Bakugou- Navel Laser

Izuku - Brainwasing

Hagakure - Dark Shadow

Uraraka- One for All

Satou - Creation

Kouda - Earphone Jack

Tokoyami - Animal Speech

Mina - Explosion

Kirishima - Electricity

Ojiro - Invisibility

Jirou - Sugar Rush

Momo - Engine

Sero - Tail

Shinsou - Frog

Todoroki - Acid

Shouji - Hardening

Tsuyu - Dupli-Arms

Kaminari - Tape

Iida - Ice/Hot

I have a small amount of other characters for whom I’ve swapped quirks, who are as follows:

Miruko - Voice

13 - Homing

Hawks - Dragon

Stain - Transform

Toga - Magnetism

Magne - Bloodcurdle

Shigaraki - Cremation

Dabi - Disintegration

Fuyumi - Decay (an offshoot of Komori’s mushroom quirk, to fit the theme of the rest of her family)

Mei - Copycat (will refer to the copied quirks as her “babies”)

Awase - Softening

Monoma - Big Hands

Kendo - Vine

Mirio - Wave Motion

Nejire - Manifest

Tamaki - Permeation

I’ll probably come up with more swaps in the future, but this is what I have at the moment!

[reqcore]

Ok so I have something to say about this reoccuring commentary about abusers that say “What an animal/psycho/”

Ok... so we have this thing were we humans want to dehumanize men who commit crimes against women and children.

What I want you to do instead is call them MEN! MEN did this! Calling them animals or monsters diverts from the fact that men are being men, living in our society, collectivly not taking responsebility. Even though we know men are generally the abuser. There is this saying i’ve heard latly “Everybody knows a victim but nobody knows an abuser.” Beacuse of our culture we are brainwased to have this moment of doubt about men being abusers.

It has to do with the fact that we say “Those who hit women dont deserve to be called men.” (Im from sweden and that is what I hear all the time, it might vary depending where you are from but you get the idea.) The saying implies that ‘man’ is the positive ideal that you want to be. Kind of like a trademark where if you do not have the right ingreadients you can not be this good thing called man. So when we are surprised by mens horrible actions our culture says “well they are not men! So no one has to take any collective responsibility for that, we brush it under the carpet. The animal/monster/not a real man is not like us good men. Real men are genltemen”

This is not just a way to dehumanize abusers but also to emasculate them! The more we do this to men who rape/abuse/murder people, the more the not-all-men peeps out there can slide trough that responibility.

[yusuke-of-valla]

The only two people Simon ever TRUSTED in his life, Samantha & Grace, BOTH told him not to trust Amelia. Combined with Grace mysteriously changing when he was gone causing him to worry she was brainwased & Amelia, an adult, threatening to kill him like an animal & only being stopped by Hazel's transformation. WHAT help was he given. the cat refused to apologize for her abuse in any way & gave him a weapon to use on Grace simply because she was cowardly &unwilling to actually to be a good parent.

But we literally never SAW HER REACTION TO SIMON’S DEATH.

That’s the main thing I’m getting at here, the show got canceled so we can’t say they never followed up and never treated her as responsible because they never got a chance to address it. We’ve never even seen a season that takes place after Simon’s death chronologically

And like, the cat is shitty, the cat has ALWAYS been treated as shitty and untrustworthy and it is absolutley a fucking valid reading to say she is responsible for how Simon turned out.

Seriously is any bad action justified for having a good reason for it? If I stab someone because I think they have an alien egg in their chest I still stabbed someone??

I will concede that other characters certainly have responsibility in Simon turning out the way he did, the Cat, Amelia, to some extent Grace, even though Grace was the one to try and fix things and make it right. That doesn’t mean that at some point Simon isn’t responsible for his own actions. I don’t think he deserved to die, honestly I don’t think the mirror cops deserved to die either, but he wasn’t helpless and just doing what someone told him.

And I don’t think it’s fair to say any of the characters necessarily got off for it narratively because the narrative never follows up on them because then show was canceled and seeing a few story boards is not the same as knowing how the show would have turned out. If the show gets a definitive final season that’s intended to wrap up all of these plot points and Simon never gets brought up again or is purely demonized, yeah I agree with you, that’s shit writing that completely erases a really nuanced situation.

But it hasn’t based on things beyond the writers control so until we know for sure how the story would have ended, I don’t think it’s fair to say that these characters never got comeuppance. Maybe the next time we saw Grace and The Cat, They could have fought about Simon. Maybe Grace would still be grieving him. Maybe they would have figured out a way to bring him back because it turns out the train doesn’t actually murder you and Simon just got yeeted back in time to his 10 year old body? Who the fuck knows we certainly don’t

Idk I just feel like we’re talking in circles here. I think as a stand-alone piece Simon does bare some responsibility and how fair his treatment was depends on how the show treats it’s other characters. Simon certainly wasn’t the only one who was murdered graphically on this children’s show.

Again I absolutley agree the comments about NPD and mental health are full of shit. No disagreements here. But I’m sorry, I don’t think we’re going to come to a conclusion if we can’t agree on whether the characters should be considered redeemed or not

[russian-spider]

"sebastian stan talks about bucky’s life as the winter soldier before he became more robotic because of the brainwasing and how there’s this whole backstory that we haven’t seen yet, including the red room where he met black widow, and that’s something that he obviously is very passionate about and finds very appealing as an actor, and yet the antis are out there saying he only wants to kiss scarlett" ---- wake me up when he talks about Nat OUTSIDE the context of Bucky, sweetie.

lmao you completely missed the point

of course he talks about Nat in the context of Bucky? he was asked about Bucky's arc in the movies because that's the character he plays, and so he answered talking about what he wants for his character, he literally said "I'd love to play that version of him that we've never seen" He isn't going to talk about Nat's arc or Sam's arc or Tony's arc, because he doesn't play those characters, he plays Bucky and people are going to ask him about Bucky, so like 99% of the time he brings another character up is going to be in the context of what Bucky feels or does. It's his job to see things from his character's perspective

the point of my post was that he wants buckynat because that's good for Bucky and therefore is good for him, AS AN ACTOR. This has nothing to do with wanting to kiss Scarlett, it's about Bucky (as you yourself admited) and it's about Sebastian wanting to play a well developed character

like, seriously, you want him to randomly start talking about Natasha to prove he doesn't want to kiss the actress that plays her? loland btw, we know he likes Natasha as a character, he mentions her even when he isn't talking about buckynat, like during the civil war promo tour when he said he wanted Nat on team cap instead of Clint because "we could do ok without hawkeye but we need black widow"

[akilice]

but youhate the third one right?

The third one as in the anime? No.I don’t hate it. It did some things right, but considering it’s an anime, pacing problems and characters were bound to happen. It introduced very good characters, that sadly couldn’t shine because of the pacing, and i admit the mastermind was a let down but you know what?

The future arc was better than the despair one. A lot better in my opinion.

The despair arc ruined our ideas of how the tragedy happened, putting some brainwasing plot device that put dr1 mastermind to shame cuz we know she could do better, break them little by little, so that was the disappointing part of dr3. Also i’m not mentioning names cuz i have some followers who are going to play the franchise soon.

The future arc, while concluded in a disappointed way, was very interesting and kept me on the edge of my seat every week. Made my otp basically canon, introduced characters that i really like, had an interesting plot twist, gave Naegi more developpement, among other things.

So yeah, I do not hate the third one, i’m just disappointed.