#I-17

[jackalspine]

@schnuffel-danny hehehe

regarding this post: from schnuffle

[bookwyrminspiration]

I can behave normally around books

[shisasan]

From February 16 to 17, 1913 Letters to Felice by Franz Kafka First published : 1973

[pinkponygrl]

need to string together my thoughts more on this but reeeeeally interesting to see the influx of media - severance, the substance, mickey 17 - centered on the idea of a double/expendable iteration of yourself.

the dehumanization of workers by the way of non-livable wages, unsafe working conditions, and identity based discrimination (and the current removal of dei initiatives), all drive a wedge between our personhood and the value we are prescribed as a member of the workforce. something something the effects of ai and deepfakes already putting people in danger, the way we live and present our lives online vs in reality, there’s a lot to unpack here. but it’s fascinating to see this trope so widely translated as a storytelling vehicle for these ideas, and that this is the story that people are interested in telling.

[possamble]

oh they super understood the assignment this time holy shit

[muisley]

everyone watch mickey 17........ for my two shaylas.....

[skipppppy]

Happy thursday lads. Do me a favour, take my dungeon meshi dating quiz and tell me who you got in the tags

[joeynewgarden]

everyone has been saying nasha was the only person to not ask mickey what it was like to die, but no one is making the connection that she didn’t have to ask bc she already knew. on presumably 3 or 4 occasions, nasha held him as he died an agonizing, horrid death. she was the only person who even thought to give him comfort in those moments. she’d never ask him how it felt, she knows.

[palarien]

sketched this out at jury duty actually

[hypnos777]

law with different breeds of hat

[makismei]

nanami loves watching you do your nails. of course, he’s offered to pay for your nail salon visits but you decline; your at home manicures are a fun hobby and you have full control of what colours and designs get painted onto your nails.

so instead, he funds your little hobby.

you never have to worry about being short of polish, nail tips, glue or charms. he’s even learned how to do your nails the way you prefer and offers to paint your dominant hand.

you have materials at his apartment and he’ll often come home to you at the living room coffee table, hunched over and gluing down clear heart decals and bows.

you show him your hand. “look, i tried using acetone to blend the nail extension and cuticle.”

kento inspects it, gingerly holding your hand. he nods, “it blends in nicely, my love.”

he reaches into his pocket, setting down a new bottle of polish on the table—specifically, the one you’ve been eying for a few weeks.

“kento!” you smile, “you didn’t have to.”

he leans in, pressing his lips to yours. “i wanted to.”

[ladyantiheroine]

This was what they were thinking when they first met I know they told me.

[shisasan]

17 February, 1926 The Letters of Vita Sackville-West to Virginia Woolf (1924-1941)

[ozzgin]

Thinking about buff, dominant men who become submissive the instant you demand it. They don’t take shit from anyone and are used to always getting their way. They’ll look after you and order you around as they see fit.

Yet, the moment you tell them to kneel, they’ll drop without hesitation. After all, they live to serve you. You're the only one in the world with this kind of privilege.

Big, scary partners who follow your orders like an obedient dog. They could be in the middle of an argument, as the others cower under their ruthless glare, and they'll drop everything to hear your precious demand.

Clearly someone's in charge, but it's not quite the way people would expect it. You're the one holding the leash.

[bupperscotch]

Freaks