#control statements

[screwpinecaprice]

Oh oof I slipped and hit them with dark and serious beam. 😣

[pasta-pardner]

attack dogs shouldn't bite the hands that feed them

[authenticfashionstatements]

GOLD MONEY PS5 CUSTOM MODDED CONTROLLER

[themathomhouse]

the fact that the only groups talking about antisemitism as an issue are right-wing groups lying about it to further their desire for war and societal divisions just adds the cherry on top of the cake of this bullshit

like, antisemitism is on the rise but trump isn't doing shit about it, he's talking about it as another way of blaming the jews for the societal divisions that he is adding to. sunak over here before he left at least said it was bad, but then starmer took over so it's back to "not being an issue"

just generally not loving being in the middle of the right using the left's antisemitism to fuel more antisemitism, and watching it actually work in real time

[metanarrates]

worth bringing up as sort of a corollary to my severance thoughts is that severance does an excellent job of showing that different forms of power & control (cult/corporation/family/government) tend to bleed and overlap and propagate in similar forms. in that particular vein, speaking as a cult survivor, it's worth saying specifically that it doesn't do much good to exceptionalize cults as a rare oddity of how societal power can sometimes take shape. lumon, though fictional, is a really good example of how those mechanisms of control exist in many forms throughout society and should be broken down and scrutinized when they do appear.

[melmedardaapologist]

so i was thinking about this when i first tried my hand at drawing mel, but i always loved how distinctive the purple-with-a-dash-of-gold makeup is, the way it offsets the green of her eyes and matched her lip shade, and how it manages avoiding looking like dark bags under her eyes—

but what if it was that? we know mel from her flashback didn’t have this sort of makeup, and it’s implied that her nightmare of the princess is common (if the painting is anything to go by), so what if mel in her early years in piltover can’t sleep for the pain of stress and betrayal and learning to navigate piltover politics, and can’t put enough foundation on to cover it up, and in a fit of genius, decides to turn this mark of “weakness” into part of her armor? make it look beautiful and “exotic” instead of a symptom of the inescapable human condition?

[feanorianethicsdepartment]

i mean, sure, maybe in tolkien’s moral conception of the universe deviating from the Divine Plan™ that dictates that you and your people are destined to wither away into the dark and be forgotten is an act of utmost hubris, but like, we don’t have to agree with him

[magnuspanoptes]

i'm re-reading all web statements and like. logically i understand that if a desolation avatar can set people on fire, then a web avatar should be able to puppet its victims. i'm going to refer to it as 'mind control' even though it's not quite 'mind control', people tend to describe it as their limbs moving involuntarily, sometimes there's even a conscious recognition that they don't want to do it, but they're still going to do it. but i'm so blindsided every time this happens. the direct unambiguous control aspect of the web really upsets that central thematic tension between the romanticism of being seduced into your downfall (jon's story is partly this, "when has your discomfort ever actually stopped you from walking the path of the beholding?", 152) and being a victim of the gods (jon's story is also this! a guest for mr spider was bad luck. his life was destroyed the moment he picked it up, but it also doesn't negate the choices he made while at the magnus institute). which is where that damned lighter comes in, every time they ask him about it he just point blank changes the subject and you're meant to read them as moments of direct web 'mind control', right. and while i can appreciate (do) the meticulous levels of planning that went into the whole web reveal, i'm struggling to like this. i think that theme of agency works best when the writing just leans towards various mechanisms of control influencing a character with or without their knowledge (sometimes to the point where it doesn't even feel like much of a choice but they still choose to do it.)

mag 92 - "nothing beside remains" // mag 147 - "weaver"

like, they seem to be saying the same thing here? manipulation doesn't have to mean bodily forcing someone to do what you want, it can also be about controlling what they know and/or limiting their options so they'll struggle to understand the significance of their choices. until they do just what you want them to do, entirely out of their own 'free will' and this is exactly how elias manipulates people (jon, most of all) and how the web is generally written, i think. this is simply a lot more compelling and makes the victim feel complicit in their own fate in a way straight up 'mind control' doesn't.

[sunn-mechanic]

holding movie zane closely and lovingly he is my son boy

[pageofheartdj]

I will never get over "Alastor hating strangers' touch, being neutral to the touch of his trusted circle, and seeking out the touch of his partner".

[ragnarockz]

the latest smut prompt post had me crying with too many thoughts, can I get uhhhhh

08+23+28

or

02+33

pretty please with a cherry on top 🥺 (⬇️ bribery agnes)

The best bribe, TRULY hehehehe

ALSO UNCROSS YOUR FINGERS!

O8. pretty boy can't even fuck me properly . . . did my pussy make you all dumb?

23. you're going to fuck me until i only remember your name.

28. you know what i want and you'll give it to me.

O2. take it — fucking take it.

33. god, it's like you were made for me.

Plot? What plot? We can't have plot when you're as horny as I am! 😤

"Pretty boy can't even fuck me properly...did my pussy make you all dumb?"

Vidal chided as she laughed; throwing her head back so that her hair touched just below her shoulder blades. She heard Agnes panting behind her; struggling as she tried to sit up. Vidal looked over her shoulder quickly to take in the beautiful sight behind and below her.

Agnes had been getting on her nerves all day. Just little things; little remarks. She had lost count of how many times she had rolled her eyes until she gave her a proposition. Agnes chose the stubborn option.

Luring her up to their bedroom, Vidal managed to get Agnes on her back. She tied her wrists to the bedposts and her ankles as well. Spread out like a strung up deer; Vidal completely undressed Agnes until she was completely nude with just her harness and strap left.

Agnes had started back up again; the protesting and the stupid little remarks.

"You know what I want and you'll give it to me...with your fucking mouth shut..."

Vidal opened the night table drawer and fished out the ball gag she had stuffed in there. That went around Agnes' head and the gag in her mouth. The cherry on top. Wild eyes and nostrils flared; Agnes was completely at Vidal's mercy.

Perfect, Vidal thought to herself as she climbed on top of Agnes, as it should be.

Nails scratching down the front of Agnes' thighs as Vidal situated herself just above Agnes' crotch. She was merely inches away from sitting down onto the purple silicone cock; her pussy already wet from just having tied Agnes up and, shutting her up. She could hear the muffled moans behind her. Whatever pleads were coming from Agnes she couldn't hear. Lost and forgotten were her words as Vidal made sure to give the detective a show.

She squatted as low as she could without the toy touching her. Her right hand came down in between her own legs as she spread her folds. Slick and hot; her fingers trembled slightly. She held like that for a breath or two; wanting Agnes to see. Spreading for her, showing her how ready she was to take her cock.

Vidal let out a loud moan before she flicked her hair back and turned her face to look over her shoulder. Borderline pornographic; she wanted this image seared into Agnes' brain forever.

Agnes moaned against the rubber ball in her mouth; eyes rolling back as her eyes were glued to Vidal's wet fingers spreading herself and showing herself off. She tried to force her hips up but found out rather quickly what Vidal had done. She had made the restraints too tight so that she couldn't bend her arms or legs; rendering her useless to herself. She couldn't snap her hips up. A desperate moan muffled against the gag this time.

Vidal laughed again as she pulled her fingers away. Still looking over her shoulder at Agnes, she brought that hand up to lick her fingers clean before returning them back down again; opening herself up as she took Agnes' cock one inch at a time. Her head and gaze now forward as she concentrated. She watched as Agnes' toes curled; trying to control herself.

"God, it's like you were made for me, pretty boy...you just fit inside of me so well..."

Honey dripped from Vidal's mouth, coating her words as she pushed her hips back and down, grinding down onto Agnes' cock and into her lap. Another loud muffled moan came from behind her and Vidal smiled to herself. Her nails dug into Agnes' upper thighs as she held herself down. The slow rocking backwards had Agnes' cock at the perfect angle up inside of her; already hitting that spongy spot.

"You're going to fuck me until I only remember your name, Agnes...do you like that? Does that sound good to you?"

Vidal wasn't even facing her as she moaned out her words. Words turning into high pitched whines as she rolled her hips back. Long and slow draws; her ass cheeks rubbing over Agnes' lower abdomen each time. She knew Agnes could feel how wet she was; getting her harness and upper thighs soaked. Vidal clenched around Agnes' cock and her movements turned rigid.

Agnes knew it. Felt it. She could smell it. Sweat and come and arousal in the air as Vidal clenched her pretty little muscles around her hard cock. She felt like she was going to pass out; head swarming and legs trembling. She had already come herself; the sensation overwhelming. Vidal looking too good and too tempting sitting up on top of her. The way her back muscles moved and how her ass rubbed on top of her. The feeling of her nails digging into her skin and without a doubt; creating little cuts. The way her hair fell down her back and shoulders. The side profile she caught a glimpse of every now and again; that perfect curved tip of Vidal's nose.

Agnes wanted nothing more than to see Vidal's cum drip down the purple shaft and another spread of her folds just so she could watch her cum drip out of her. She almost blacked out right then and there from the mere thought of it.

"Ohgod...ohbabe.....fuckmefuckmefuckme..."

High and whiny and breathy Vidal continued fucking herself. She was moving a little faster; getting looser with her movements. Her arms were bent now and she was almost doubled over on top of Agnes. Eyelids slammed shut as she rolled back even further until Agnes' wet cock dared to slip right out.

Vidal gave a loud gasp and then a moan. She sat herself up slowly until just the head of Agnes' cock was left inside of her. She had given Agnes what she was waiting for.

The purple shaft was wet and slick; coated with white cum.

Another look behind her shoulder to stare Agnes down. Shaky hands coming in between her legs now as Vidal pulled upwards and the tip left her pussy. She quickly used her hands to spread herself once more; showing off how wet she was. Her cum just pooling out of her and down her thigh; just a viscous string.

Agnes could barely focus on anything. It was all too much. The way her wrists and ankles burned; her legs shaking uncontrollably under Vidal. Her own arousal seeping out of her throbbing cunt. Her rightfully engorged and pulsating clit hammering against her harness. The weight of Vidal and the look in her eyes; the curve of a wicked smile on her lips. Long green nails holding her folds open so Agnes could get a 'good view'.

"I know you don't like a mess..."

Vidal's words trailed off as she got herself off of Agnes' lap. She laid down now beside Agnes, facing her as she tried to catch her breath. Her chin rested on Agnes' thigh as she looked up at the detective. Agnes looked back at her still her wild eyes and flared nostrils. Her jaw was aching.

Vidal let her fingers walk across Agnes' thigh until they wrapped around the base of her cock. That same smile came back; a little lazier this time as she lifted her head. Agnes blinked and Vidal had her tongue licking up her shaft; cleaning up her 'mess'.

Agnes tried her best to thrash; to break free from her restraints. She was screaming behind the gag; trying to get herself free in some way. Vidal wasn't having any of it. It was her punishment for earlier that day. Vidal looked up with her eyes, tongue still extended out mid-lick. She put her tongue back into her mouth and whispered low,

"Take it. Fucking take it, pretty boy. This is what happens when you don't behave."

Her tongue poked back out to lick from the base to the head; never breaking eye contact with Agnes as she took the head between her lips. A daring look in her eye; one that made Agnes stop her sounds and moving completely. A dead stop.

Vidal's gaze never left as she sucked herself off of Agnes' cock. The silence hanging in the air like a storm cloud.

[burr-ell]

I'd be remiss not to point out that "Orym's lying to himself about revenge" basically rests on an argument from ignorance—people who make this argument are acting like it's true because it hasn't been proven false, both because this is an ongoing story and things change and because no one here is actually a mind-reader who can falsify it once and for all. It's a logical fallacy, to be clear.

But it's also just another example of which statements the fandom will cherrypick and parade around (Laura thinks the glasses are cute! Matt liked my tweet about Imogen!) and which ones get conveniently ignored. Liam has now said both in and out of character—more than once—that Orym's not out for revenge; he's trying to honor the memory of his lost loved ones; and that the Ruby Vanguard's goals will never be worth the slaughter they're inflicting. If that's not factoring into the discussion, then the discussion simply is not worth anyone's time.

[kandicon]

I think the part of Twisted Threads that fucks me up the most is that the Olympians just... didn't have anything on Arachne. The "sexual indiscretions" she talks about Zeus committing are completely true- Heracles confirms so in Favored Son- in fact, Zeus' sexual behaviors seem to be well established public knowledge.

Athena is spoken of as a master of communications, she was, after all, the one who mentored Arachne and is an Olympian herself. And she does deceive, regardless of what she told Arachne, Athena does flat out lie using Arachne's voice at the end ("the recent accusations against Zeus have proven to be fraudulent"). But even Athena found Arachne's record to be so flawless that the only option the Olympians had was to kill her. Arachne had neither done nor committed anything that could be spun to be as remotely vile as Zeus.

There is the argument that Arachne's trusted (again, trusted, where the Olympians are largely not) voice and powerful brain made Athena believe that it was simply a better use of resources to kill and then puppet her. But I would argue that public humiliation and disapproval has repeatedly been shown as the preferred method of the Olympians to bend people to their will (Heracles and Oedipus) and the most effective way of making someone irrelevant regardless of their prior standing (Ariadne). Well, the song said it itself "Nothing goes to waste in the City," the Olympians would not have discarded Arachne if they had a way to regain control over her.

There was no way to "smear" her in return, for all her flaws exist only in her ambition, and that ambition was only a flaw to the Olympians, not the population of the City at large.

[enjoyvoidblack]

I know there's absolutely no canon support for this, but I'd like to think Oliver Banks was having lunch with Simon Fairchild when the eyepocalypse was triggered. I like the idea of the two that had maybe the best sense of the futility of it all, the inability of any one person to stop the fate that was coming to them, winding up next to each other and calling a truce to watch the world finally fall in on itself. I don't know if Oliver would've known - more people were tormented infinitely than died in the Eye-ruled hellscape - but if he did, maybe he'd seek Simon out if he knew he existed. They've both got the same sort of hands-off acceptance about them, the realization that nothing they could try would stop the inevitable. Maybe Oliver would find some solace in a person who'd found that acceptance hundreds of years past, even if his flavour of insignificance in the span of existence is more in space than time.

Maybe Oliver got a nice sandwich and Simon got a weak tea and they both got a couple bites in before the universe went all to hell. Maybe even if they didn't know what was coming they felt it, on some level (even if they'd kind of always been feeling it) and decided it wasn't worth panicking about. Maybe they didn't even talk about it, while they waited for their orders at an outdoor cafe table. Just the weather.

"It's cloudy out, do you think it might rain later?" "No. Not likely."

[navree]

jon seems to be the only one who has some degree of sentience if he is trapped in the computer/office in general, given that he's not only able to send an email but clearly picked a magnus institute statement to read out once sam and celia started demonstrating a waning interest in any investigation into the institute

[feartoxinjelloshot]

eddie would be ok being in love with a boy if the boy wasnt his bestfriend

Jon would be ok being in love with his bestfriend if his bestfriend wasnt a boy

ANON SPEAKS WISELY ☝️🔥🗣️