#Authority

[diplomatic-maniac]

little sketch while playing

[hiddenincommand]

The Timeless Legacy of British Riding Boots: Foundations of My Supremacy

For me, these boots are far more than historical artifacts—they are an extension of my being, an unbroken link to a legacy of unassailable power and refinement. Each pair I wear, from the polished elegance of dress boots to the brutal authority of jackboots, reinforces my dominion over all who dare to stand in my shadow. Between 1900 and 1950, these riding boots were crafted not merely for function but to proclaim superiority, to embody the discipline, command, and control that defined the British gentleman and officer.

When I wear these boots, I do not simply walk—I dominate. Every step is a calculated act of authority, every tread a reminder of the crushing hierarchy I enforce. These boots do not conform to the world beneath them; they shape it.

The Commanding Elegance of Dress Riding Boots

The dress riding boot is the pinnacle of sophistication. With its sleek, polished black leather and flawless silhouette, it was designed for the grandest of occasions, a silent yet unyielding symbol of authority. For me, these boots are the embodiment of control masked in refinement.

When I step into a room wearing these boots, their gleaming surface reflects not only the faces of those beneath me but their place within my hierarchy. They bow not merely to tradition but to the man who commands it. These boots are my weapon of silent authority, exuding power without the need for a single word.

The Rugged Strength of Field Riding Boots

Field riding boots are the perfect blend of function and power. Their laced ankles and durable construction were designed for British officers in the field, and they carry the marks of dominance earned in action. For me, these boots are not tools of survival—they are instruments of my supremacy in any terrain.

Whether I am crossing the uneven grounds of my estate or delivering a calculated step upon a defiant omega, field boots serve me with unyielding reliability. They are not merely practical—they are relentless.

The Traditional Authority of Hunting Boots

Hunting boots, with their black leather shafts and tan tops, are steeped in the traditions of British aristocracy. For me, they are far more than riding footwear; they are a declaration of command over both land and beast.

When I wear these boots, I step into the legacy of fox hunts and equestrian mastery, where control is not granted but taken. Their polished surface and bold design are not merely decorative—they are a statement of my right to dominate all who stand beneath me.

The Martial Supremacy of Cavalry Boots

Cavalry boots are the ultimate symbol of battlefield authority. Their stiff shafts and minimalist design were created to protect and empower the mounted officer, ensuring that every step is taken with confidence and command.

For me, these boots are not relics of the past—they are tools of conquest. Whether worn in ceremonial grandeur or moments of personal discipline, they amplify my presence, projecting a dominance that leaves no room for resistance.

The Intimidating Weight of Jackboots

Jackboots are unapologetically heavy, their rigid structure and reinforced soles designed to dominate both terrain and spirit. For me, they are the boots of a conqueror, amplifying my presence with every echoing step.

When I wear jackboots, I do so to remind the world that submission is not optional—it is inevitable. Their weight is a burden not for me, but for those beneath them, their rigid authority crushing defiance before it even dares to rise.

The Resilient Command of Trench Boots

Trench boots, forged in the mud and chaos of war, represent resilience and unyielding strength. Designed for British officers in the harshest conditions, they are a testament to the endurance of true authority.

For me, trench boots are not about survival—they are about control. Every step I take in these boots is a deliberate act of conquest, their rugged construction ensuring that nothing—neither terrain nor rebellion—can hinder my dominance.

The Sporting Superiority of Polo Boots

Polo boots, with their reinforced ankles and durable leather, were made for speed, precision, and mastery in the sport of kings. For me, these boots go beyond their original purpose—they are tools of control in all aspects of life.

When I wear polo boots, it is not for leisure—it is for superiority. On the field or in private moments of command, their grip ensures that I never falter, their design tailored to support my every calculated move.

The Ingenious Versatility of Greenly Boots

The Greenly Boot, with its innovative straps and curved soles, was designed for officers who needed versatility in both the field and on horseback. For me, these boots are the perfect blend of practicality and power, adapting to every scenario with ease.

When I wear Greenly boots, they serve as a constant reminder that true authority is not rigid—it is adaptable. Their functionality ensures that no setting, no challenge, and no terrain can diminish my supremacy.

The Aristocratic Dominance of Wellington Boots

Leather Wellington boots are timeless, their tall shafts and waterproof construction designed to protect the wearer while maintaining an air of refinement. For me, these boots are not about utility—they are about mastery over all elements, whether nature or man.

When I stride through wet fields or command an outdoor assembly, these boots ensure that I remain untouchable. Their presence is a reminder that no storm, no obstacle, can impede my control.

My Legacy Through British Riding Boots

Between 1900 and 1950, British riding boots were crafted not only for function but for domination. They were worn by gentlemen and officers who understood that every step taken was an act of authority, every polished surface a reflection of their command.

For me, these boots are more than symbols—they are the tools of my power. Each pair in my collection reinforces my identity as a master, a ruler, and a conqueror. They do not simply touch the ground—they claim it. They do not merely leave footprints—they leave legacies.

Every step I take is calculated, deliberate, and unyielding. With these boots, I do not walk—I rule. And the world, as it always should, remains beneath my tread.

[southern-reach]

“can you pay?”

no i cannot

[ed13d1]

they call for me

tomosu #6013 • yamamoto masao, 2023

[deermouth]

Scavengers Reign (Joseph Bennett, Charles Huettner, 2023) // The Southern Reach Trilogy, from Authority and Acceptance (Jeff VanderMeer, 2014)

[greatlakesrebel]

I finished the southern reach trilogy can you tell

[didyouever44]

This faggot IS just such an empty shelled creature, Father, awaiting your very capable hands 👐 to mold it into providing this faggot son with purpose, disciplined manly service to you and other's of like minded need's... @mastersteven0101,@mastehiddenincommand @leatheranduniform @sirjacob7@

Nils Tatum

[wishgrub]

terroir 🌱🐁

[12thbiologist]

what can you do when your five senses are not enough? ... what occurs after revelation and paralysis?

- jeff vandermeer, annihilation

[headspace-hotel]

"New (old) perspectives on self-injurious and aggressive biting" published in Journal of Applied Behavior Analysis / Nine Inch Nails- The Hand that Feeds

I was troubled to see a trend of claiming that Autistic people who do not support Applied Behavior Analysis (ABA) are a group of "low-support-needs" autistics who are monopolizing the conversation and taking resources away from autistics with higher support needs—I think it is misunderstanding.

Individual positive or negative experiences with ABA are irrelevant here—the fundamental core of the therapy is behaviorism, the idea that an autistic person can be "treated" by rewarding "desirable" behaviors and punishing "undesirable" behaviors, and that an increase in desirable behaviors and decrease in undesirable behaviors constitutes successful treatment

In researching I found that ABA practitioners have published statements condemning conversion therapy. They refer to an unfortunate historical association between ABA and conversion therapy, but it is not association—ABA literally is conversion therapy; the creator of it used it to try to "cure" little boys that were too feminine.

ABA is considered "medically necessary" treatment for autism and the only "proven" treatment, in that it is proven to create decrease in "undesirable" behaviors and increase in "desirable" behaviors.

Undesirable behaviors for an autistic person might include things like stimming and talking about their interests, desirable behaviors might include eye contact, using verbal speech, playing with toys in the "right" way.

The BCBA behavior analyst code of ethics does not prohibit "aversive" methods (e.g. electric shock) to punish undesirable behaviors

The code of ethics only discusses the consent of the "client," not the person receiving the treatment

Many people will say "my child's ABA therapist would never make them repress harmless stims, give up their interests, use electric shocks...They understand the value of neurodiversity and emphasize the consent of the child..."

But consider...if nothing binds or requires an ABA therapist to treat stimming as important, nor restrains them from using abusive techniques, nor requires them to consider the consent of a person being treated, what protects vulnerable people other than luck? The ABA therapist still has an innately unethical level of power over a child being "treated."

Furthermore, consider: can a therapy built on the goal of controlling the behavior of a person who cannot meaningfully consent to it, especially without hard limits or protections on the kinds of behavior that can be coerced or controlled, ever be ethical?

I found many articles that discuss teaching "compliance" in autistic children, treating "compliance" as a reasonable goal to strive for without qualification...

The abstract of the above article struck me with a spark of inspiration. Biting is an undesirable behavior to be controlled, understandably so, since most would feel that violence should not be allowed. But I was suddenly reminded of the song "The Hand that Feeds" by Nine Inch Nails, which is a play on the saying "Don't bite the hand that feeds you," meaning don't lash out against someone that is kind to you.

But doesn't "the hand that feeds you" implicitly have power over you through being able to give or withhold food? In this case, kindness can be a form of coercion. Thus "biting the hand that feeds" is used in the song as a metaphor for autonomy and resisting coercive power. The speaker asks the audience if they have the courage to test the benevolence of their oppressors, or if they will remain compliant and unquestioning even though they know deep down that it isn't right.

Likewise the article blunders into something unintentionally poetic when it recognizes that biting is an innately possible behavior in response to "aversive" stimuli or the "removal of reinforcers." Reinforcers and aversives in ABA are discussed as tools used by the therapist—the presentation of a preferred food would be a reinforcer, for instance (and is often used as such in ABA).

The journal article considers biting as a behavioral problem, even though the possibility that someone may bite can never be eliminated. Contrastingly, "The Hand that Feeds" highlights the coercive power behind the ability to control your behavior, even when that control appears benevolent and positive, and argues that "biting the hand that feeds you" is not only a possibility but a moral imperative.

Consider: In what circumstances would you bite someone? To defend your own body? To defend your life? Are there circumstances in which biting would be the reasonable and the right action to take?

What authority decides which behaviors are desirable or undesirable, and rewards or punishes compliance or resistance? Who is an authority—your therapist? Your teacher? Your caregiver? Any adult? Any person with the power to reward or punish?

In what circumstances might compliance be demanded of you? In what circumstances would it be justifiable not to comply? What authority decides which circumstances are justifiable?

Can you imagine a circumstance where it might be important for a child to not comply with the demands of an adult? For a citizen to not comply with the demands of a government? Which authorities demand compliance in a right and just manner, and which demand compliance to things that are evil and wrong? Which authority has the power to differentiate the two? Should you trust them? Will you bite the hand that feeds you?/Will you stay down on your knees?

[hiddenincommand]

“Submission perfected. On their knees where they belong, bound and broken, a living testament to the absolute dominance I command. Every strap, every chain, every humiliating position is a declaration of my unchallenged authority. There is no escape, no negotiation—only the crushing weight of my will pressing down, forcing them to embrace their rightful place beneath me. This is not an act; it is an order, a decree of superiority enforced with brutal precision and unwavering control.”

[erythriina]

my dealer: got some straight gas this strain is called ‘the southern reach’ youll be zonked out of your gourd beyond what any man can bear, but whether it decays under the earth or above on green fields, or out to sea or in the very air, all shall come to revelation, and to revel, in the knowledge of the strangling fruit

me: yeah whatever. I don’t feel shit

5 minutes later: dude I swear I just saw a rift in reality in the tunnel tower

my buddy Control, pacing: The Voice is lying to us

[aventurineswife]

“That may be your parent, but that is my spouse”

Tags: @aloudice, Jing Yuan x Reader, Established Relationship, Family, Parenting, Gender-Neutral terms, Gentle Parenting, Respect, Soft Moments, Authority, Protective Dad.

[Inspired by]

The soft golden hues of the setting sun filtered through the grand windows of the Luofu, casting a gentle glow over the spacious room. Jing Yuan, as usual, had positioned himself at the balcony, gazing out over the vastness of the Xianzhou, but his eyes weren’t as focused as they usually were. His attention had subtly shifted, and there was a trace of amusement in his gaze as he watched you and your child in the middle of a lighthearted confrontation.

"Don't you dare try to sneak out again, little one." you said firmly, your voice calm but with an undeniable authority that only a parent could master. You stood with your arms crossed, watching as your child huffed in defiance.

"But I wanted to go to the garden!" the child protested, their small face scrunching up in frustration. "It's boring here!"

"You can go to the garden after finishing your lessons. Now, come on, let’s be reasonable."

Jing Yuan smiled faintly, his sharp eyes flicking to the scene in front of him as he leaned against the railing. From his vantage point, he could see the way your patience was slowly running thin. But it was clear you weren't losing your cool. You never did.

However, his smile faded as he saw the little one’s growing agitation. Their defiance was turning into something more—something less playful. With a sudden outburst, the child scowled, pointing a finger at you in irritation.

"I hate you! You’re so mean!" they shouted, their tiny fist shaking.

Before you could respond, your child made an impulsive move. In a burst of anger, they swung their arm toward you, trying to smack your arm in protest. It was a childish action—undoubtedly a sign of frustration—but the intent, even from such a young one, still struck a nerve. You blinked, surprised at the sudden aggression, but before you could react, a low voice interrupted the tense moment.

"That may be your parent, but that is my spouse. And you will not be disrespecting them like that."

Jing Yuan’s voice rang out, clear and firm, cutting through the tense air. His tone was not one of anger but of authority—an unwavering reminder of the respect that was due to you, no matter how young or headstrong the child might be.

The child froze, the smack they had intended to deliver now hanging awkwardly in the air. Jing Yuan stepped forward with the effortless grace that came from centuries of experience. His tall figure loomed with quiet command, his gaze soft yet piercing as he knelt down to meet their eyes.

"You know better than that, don’t you?" he asked, his tone still gentle, though the weight of it carried deep, fatherly disappointment. "Respect is something that should come naturally, not just when it’s convenient. Now apologize."

The child, clearly overwhelmed by the sudden shift in the atmosphere, lowered their head, guilt washing over their face. "Sorry, Mom/Dad… I didn’t mean it…" they mumbled, eyes downcast.

Jing Yuan nodded, his expression softening. He reached out, placing a hand gently on your shoulder in a rare display of affection, the gesture tender as if to reassure you. You met his gaze, the quiet understanding between you both palpable in the moment.

"Don’t worry," Jing Yuan murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, "I’ll handle this. You don’t need to bear the brunt of their frustration."

You gave a soft smile, nodding in appreciation. "Thank you, Jing Yuan," you replied, your heart swelling with affection for both him and the little one. "But you know, they’re just learning."

Jing Yuan chuckled softly, a warm sound that lingered in the room. "Yes, they are. But that doesn't mean we let them forget their manners."

With a final look at your child, who was now quietly contemplating their actions, Jing Yuan stood up straight and turned his attention back to you, the occasional glimmer of weariness in his golden eyes. Despite the aura of wisdom and authority he wore like a second skin, you could still see the parent beneath it all—a person who was willing to move mountains to protect their family.

And with that, everything felt in its proper place.

[Aventurine ver]

[hiddenincommand]

“Command is not worn; it is embodied. Every button, every stitch, every fold of leather is a testament to the power that radiates from within. To wear such a uniform is to assert dominance, authority, and control—effortlessly. The leather binds not just the body but the will of those who kneel before me.”

[hiddenincommand]

“A portrait of absolute power and unrelenting control, captured in an atmosphere of steel and discipline. The uniform—flawless, gleaming like a second skin of untouchable dominance—is not merely clothing; it is armor, embodying my ruthless superiority. My seat is a throne, my gaze a verdict, unyielding and as sharp as a blade, cutting through any hint of weakness. The smoke rising from my mouth is no simple indulgence but a quiet declaration of the absolute composure of a man who commands everything and bends all to his will. This image is not a mere spectacle; it is a proclamation: here sits the Master, the architect of order, the harbinger of submission.”