#(learned behavior)

[owlsnesttree]

It is so easy to manipulate people and maybe in an ideal world, we could use education to remove Fascism, maybe we still can here, but it will be work.

I hope for a better world, where Fascism doesn't exist, where Bias can be changed and we treat everyone regardless of their heritage, their gender identity, their orientation as equals, where sticking your nose up about those differences willet punished for not mind your own business.

The fact that this is 80 fucking years ago but still just as relevant is terrifying.

[1425fivefive]

https://www.tumblr.com/1425fivefive/771246494682677248/if-youre-still-doing-prompts-im-dying-for-some

-> and what if I tell you that ask was inspired by that fic what then? I reread this story so much. It’s so so good. Maybe you have some bonus scenes out of that universe or any prompt with that vibe would be so good! Obsessed with the dynamic.

i'm so sorry for recommending learned behavior to you when you've already read it a million times 😭 as an apology, here's a deleted sex scene from it (i turned this into another scene later so you might recognize a few small things)

The night after the race, Lando’s lying in his hotel bed, wiping Oscar’s come off his stomach.

“Sorry,” Oscar murmurs, but he doesn’t make any move to help, stays sprawled on his stomach, face buried in a pillow.

Lando snorts. “No worries, mate. You did all the work, anyway.”

It’s true. Lando had asked Oscar to ride him and Oscar had done it, his thick thighs straddling Lando’s hips, his cock sliding across Lando’s stomach, dripping onto Lando’s skin. Lando had felt insane looking up at Oscar on top of him, at the long line of Oscar’s throat when Oscar had tipped his head back, letting out high whines as he kept riding Lando, trying desperately not to come.

Oscar had begged Lando to touch his cock and Lando had said no, had tucked his hands under his head and grinned up at Oscar, told him, Make yourself come like this or you’re not coming at all. Oscar let out this awful, pained whimper and Lando thought Oscar might keep begging, tell Lando he couldn’t do it, that he needed it too badly. Lando would’ve caved, probably, if Oscar had seemed really desperate. If he’d cried, maybe. Begged prettily enough for Lando’s hand on his cock.

But Oscar had taken a shaky breath, blinking back tears, and planted his hands on Lando’s chest. He started up a frantic pace, cock slapping against Lando’s stomach as he fucked himself back on Lando’s cock, fingers digging into Lando’s skin. Lando thought Oscar might not be able to do it, that he’d make Lando come before he was able to get himself off. But Oscar had let out a high, choked noise, mouth falling open, and he’d shuddered to a stop, grinding slow and deep on Lando’s cock, eyebrows knitting together.

“That’s the spot, isn’t it?” Lando murmured.

Oscar whined, nodded, staring down at Lando like he was right on the edge, like one brush of Lando’s finger against his cock would be enough to tip him over.

“Come, babe,” Lando breathed. “Make yourself feel good.”

Oscar let out a high keen, thighs tightening around Lando’s hips, rim clenching around Lando’s cock. But he still couldn’t quite get there, looking at Lando with pleading eyes, like he didn’t know how to make himself come without Lando taking control, telling him how.

Lando almost came at the thought, but he held back, wanted to let Oscar come first.

Lando brought a hand to Oscar’s hip and dragged his thumb over the skin just above Oscar’s cock, marveling at the way Oscar’s cock twitched at the proximity of Lando’s fingers. 

“Come, Osc,” Lando repeated, staring down at Oscar’s cock, flushed and dripping, thumb still skimming over the taut skin just above it. “Let me see your pretty cock come for me.”

Oscar shuddered at Lando’s words and then he was coming, spilling messily over Lando’s stomach. Oscar was staring down at his cock with a stunned expression, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

Oscar panted Lando’s name as he came, still grinding down on Lando’s cock, stomach muscles jerking as his cock kept spilling over Lando’s stomach.

The second Oscar finished coming, Lando grabbed Oscar’s arse, digging his fingers in, and fucked up into Oscar in short, jerky thrusts until he was spilling with a groan inside the condom.

[timpaxew]

“Lady Dawn. Return my coat to its station!” - ingo probably

[pratchettquotes]

[...] Vimes had learned a lot from watching Lady Sybil. She didn't mean to act like that, but she'd been born to it, into a class which had always behaved this way: You went through the world as if there was no possibility that anyone would stop you or question you, and most of the time that's exactly what didn't happen.

Terry Pratchett, Fifth Elephant

[kash-the-krashout]

tw : (toxic) relationship vent. (no back story… not yet.)

hate how toxic we used to be, hate that i remember those days at the worst times, like .. idk we were kids when we started messing around and it’s so fucked up that we were doing the things we were doing instead of idk.. doing kid shit? idk. idk. we deserved a chance at normal love too ya know..?

but it’s okay right..? we learned how to cope the way that was deemed … safe by society… as long as we looked like we were getting better … that’s what counted..

but truth is.. we never got better.. and i find so much comfort and belonging in our chaos… you know..we’re just as toxic as we were at 11 & 13… that we are at 17 & 19.

but can you blame us.? we learned to love the best way we could.. we were kids !? trying to build our dream home.. a house of cards .. but the deck we were dealt… was full of abuse .. learned behaviors .. behaviors that were forced on us at the hands of people that we’re supposed to love us .. and yeah you guessed it.. that turned into hyper sexuality and obsessive aggression.

we maybe toxic to others, unhealthy, bad for each other.. whatever, but on the worst nights of our lives, when the rest of the world we knew ignored the signs, the cries, the pleas, and left us with literally fucking nothing but broken dreams and destroyed childhoods - we had each other.. and we built ourselves back up, took every broken and fucked up piece back.. and shit.. if you ask me.. we created something beautiful… it wasn’t the house of cards we dreamed of.. but .. it’s ours.

so what’s a little fucking toxicity when you know you have someone that would destroy the whole fucking world for you?

[killemall1945]

sending my mom slightly photoshopped pics of myself to the family group chat to sow chaos and discord

[trauma-culture-is-blog]

trauma culture is feeling like nothing is ever actually “water under the bridge” until you’ve received punishment

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[pastormike1976]

quote on habits from the work "You Are a Bad Ass"

[youweremadetosoar]

I love the idea that, for as intelligent as Clark Kent is, he’s a bit oblivious to what actual humans are capable of. He knows he’s physically superior but his only true frame of reference is the people he interacts with.

A Clark who meets someone while he’s reporting that attempts to shake his hand extra-firm to assert dominance and Clark, unthinking, casually copies the man’s strong grip because that’s what he’s trained himself to do.

A Clark that reads all the way down the eye chart at the doctors office because he thinks everyone can read the minuscule letters (why else would they be there) (which leads to a confusing conversation between the doctor and one Mrs.Kent who has to reason why her child wears glasses when he doesn’t need them)

A Clark who just doesn’t stop to take a breath when he walks up the stairs because Jimmy Olsen doesn’t.

A Clark that aced every test because he studied really hard when his parents told him that all the human kids study (they may have been fudging on that one, but sue them for wanting a studious child)

Just a Clark who is ordinarily extraordinary because he can only hide amongst what he knows, and those around him are spectacular.

[eric-sadahire]

In 1908 the New York Times reported a story about two dogs in Paris who regularly pushed children into rivers, only to rescue them for the treats they received at the end.

[menacetosocietyy]

Wanted someone to be the slytherin to my hufflepuff, but now I'm just getting gaslit during arguments.

What the fuck, man. What gives??

[eliemo]

what happened to learned behavior-

its been 2 years

Answered here

[1425fivefive]

well, TO ME, LB oscar is a very refreshing and enjoyable character, you know, you can be just a guy, have most of your shit together AND be submissive and breedable, like yeah, nothing has to be so deep about it

idk im just a bit tired of all these neurotic bottoms in fics lol

YEAH, like sometimes people just wanna get railed!! a sticker that said "let tops be neurotic" would've done numbers in biden's america

[brunhielda]

You know what’s great about this and fairytales/myths like this?

The story did it’s job. We live in a world where we think- “The God of Death gave you an out, and you couldn’t follow directions?” Original audience might have guessed it would turn out bad, but there wasn’t that level of certainty. The certainty came in the retelling. In the instilling of virtues- namely the virtue of “when the expert gives you directions, you follow them, because you have nothing to lose and everything to gain.” We now know that as an obvious before the story starts. Even those who have never heard the story live in a society based on it. Lesson learned, value instilled.

It’s kind of nice to think that if a story gets obvious or boring, it’s because it achieved it’s purpose. Good for it, you know?

On the other hand… you ought to wonder about that. Was that a value you wanted to believe/learn? Because if the story is boring, you already did. You should decide if you need to unlearn it.

one thing about orpheus and eurydice is you guys are all like “i’m different i wouldnt turn to look at her” because you are all familiar with the story of orpheus and eurydice. but orpheus wasnt familiar with the story because he was in it lol.

[lilanxiousramennoodle]

i used to hiss at people as a child just in case anyone thought i was ever sociable

[cowboybrunch]

i love when characters get angry when they're frightened. shelter dog characters. i love when they bite, not able to tell the difference between a hand that feeds and a hand that strikes. there is no difference. a hand is a hand is a fist. i love characters that are deemed unadoptable. unlovable.

and i love when someone loves them. i love when someone sits with them, patient. they don't flinch at the snarling and snapping. they're not trying to fix it—there's nothing to be fixed. this is you, all of you, and ill wait. because one day, one day you'll take the treat. go on, draw my blood. spit and curse and rage. you're safe with me. one day, you'll feel safe with me.