#ok let’s not go down that slippery slope

[everythingseasoning]

my tags are gonna be a little heated.

It's really fucked up when you treat characters like people and people like characters.

[the-fluff-piece]

Slippery slope

A short sexy smoker smut story (actually just a drabble but story has an s and I wanted that)

He wants to obey the marine's "no sex" rule, but like every rule he needs to interpret it. Just a little more...

Smoker is dating you. You're his subordinate - too bad there's a rule against fraternization in the marine.

He may not like the rules, but he has to live by them. Kind of.

He is pretty sure that it just means actual sex is forbidden, so he thinks it's okay to make out with you, as long as nothing sexual happens.

So after a long day, he decides to kiss you and hold you in his arms just for a bit. You taste so good, you're so warm and sweet, he cannot help but get a bit more demanding in his kisses.

As things get more heated, he decides that touching your breasts is still OK, no breaking of rules here. So he pushes up your shirt and bra to pinch your nipples and squeeze them. Since touching is permitted, he may just as well suck on your nipples.

When you start to moan and rub against him, he is pretty sure that it would be rude to just let you hang like that. After all, it's not sex if no one sticks anything anywhere down there. He starts to touch your vuvla, through your trousers. It already feels hot and you obviously need more. It's a bit awkward, with all the cloth between his hand and you. He decides just hand stuff is absolutely safe. As long as his Penis isn't involved, it's no fraternization.

He sticks his hands in your pants to rub your clitoris, you're super slick and hot. Feeling up and down between your folds, circling your clitoris, his fingers get wet and slippery. Mainly by accident, his fingers slide inside of you, oops!

Now that he's already here, might as well fuck you with his fingers. He knows that he has big hands, it's surely already satisfying to you. So wet and soft, how great would it feel against his cock?

No, that's forbidden!

Although his boner does start to hurt as he's getting more and more worked up. His hand is now moving in and out of you fast, the wet sound, mixed with your moans, it's too much. He drops his pants, just to alleviate the pain, nothing more.

Seeing you on your back, panties pushed to the side and breasts naked, he thinks it would be such a waste if he didn't at least get a little taste of you.

As long as it doesn't go in, it's still absolutely fine, no worries! He rubs the hot, red head of his cock between your labia and almost cums from the sensation. Your wetness makes it glide effortlessly, the head is large and tickles all the right spots between your legs. The crown of his cock already gatheres your wetness in thick strands.

It's so slick, he glides into by accident.

"Fuck" he mutters as he looks at the delicious sight of what he has just done. But it's just the tip. If it's not in all the way it can hardly be called sex, he assures himself.

The man is huge, his cock is, too. Just the tip is stretching your entrance wide as it glides in and out, just a bit.

"Feels so good..." Smoker moans, and loses control for just a split second. His hips jerk involuntary and his cock glides in all the way, hitting the end of your vagina.

"FUCK" He curses. But well, now it happened. He won't break the rules any more than he already has, might as well fuck you all night.

[astheworldgoesonitswickedway]

Get ready for yet another analysis of Count Olaf's behavior. Every time I make one of these I feel like I have to explain that I'm not justifying his actions but there's just so much complexity to him. Especially for someone who hides behind so much shenanigans. And honestly, the man is a psychopath, right, and he's one of the most chaotic fictional characters i can think of. The reason he is so interesting is because a character so chaotic and careless of his own well-being, doesn't usually last long enough to allow us a deep analysis of their unhinged behavior. Speaking of, let's talk about the way Olaf repeatedly tries to murder the Baudelaire children in drastically horrific ways such as decapitation, only to occasionally try to preserve their lives and keep them. Ok so, we know he needed at least one for the fortune, but that excuse doesn't explain all his behavior. Especially considering how rich Esme was, he didn't even need the fortune. There's definitely an element of being obsessed with the chase, he thrives on it sure. But how about his attempts at making them his henchpeople? I offer two reasons for this contradiction and he's so messed up, maybe both apply. I propose that 1. He believes corrupting them and making them his slaves is the best way to get revenge on their parents/corrupting them would make it easier to convince himself that becoming a monster wasn't really his fault. And 2. in a manner of speaking, he becomes attached. As far as corrupting them goes, he accepted their "help" without hesitation in the Penultimate Peril because it made sense to him they would be as disillusioned as he was and want to lash out. He thinks they HAVE been corrupted, and he's pleased. Yet, just before this, in the books, the children use their skills for him for once, and he is openly impressed by the things he previously mocked them for. I think he was secretly impressed the whole time, always wondering how they pulled off these unlikely escapes. They lost their parents, just like he did and he knows what that feels like. Its not confirmed whether it was by Olaf's hands but i hold to the idea that he was at least involved. Maybe a small part of him feels responsible for making them feel the way he felt. They've experienced horrible things, definitely by his hands, but they stuck to their principles. Sure this is part of why he hates them, it frightens him. If he recognizes they are right, its the same as recognizing he is wrong. It means in a way, they are stronger than him and he desperately wants to prove they are wrong and he is stronger. But I think a tiny piece of him can't help but admire them too. Later, in The End, he accepts them as his henchpeople strangely quick, and constantly repeats that offer despite their disinterest. Yes, he no longer has any henchpeople, but the Baudelaires have never been conformable to his wishes, it doesn't make sense to try so hard to keep them just because he needs new "employees." The harpoon incident is a good example of his attachment to them. Its slightly different between the book and show because the book indicates Olaf would have forced himself to go through with it and in the show he stands down. When finally given the opportunity to kill them easily and all at once, he struggles and cannot do it. Proving that at some point, he changes his viewpoint and doesn't REALLY want to kill them. He was relieved when they turned out to be alive in the Slippery Slope, even if he tried to play it off as being about the fortune. Which I know, its about THAT fortune, on "principle" but still. By the end of the show, he has changed his priorities from killing the children to keeping them. Don't get me wrong, he would have been horrible to them. But I think his plan was to do to them what his mentors did to him. As a side note, I love that as Olaf begins to associate himself with them, it works vice versa. They wonder if they ARE becoming as bad as him. Which is kinda sad to read/watch, because, of course they aren't. Don't you just want to reassure them?

[lloydfrontera]

Hello! Did Javier or Frontera couple actually never find out that Original Lloyd and Kim Suho shared the same soul????

That's so sad :"(

they don't :( but to be fair neither does lloyd. as far as i know, this is an audience exclusive revelation and no one in-universe knows about it.

and tbh i'm kinda glad? i don't know, i much prefer that the affection and love that exists between the frontera family and suho come from their own experiences and the relationship they built by themselves rather than because it turned out suho was their own child all along. i think it would cheapen the found family aspect of it all.

as it is, i think it was... not a bad decision on bk moon's part to make the twist, but only because he waited to drop the bomb til the last chapter, once all the relationships had already been developed on their own. had it been on the middle of the novel, there would've always been the doubt of "oh is he doing all of this because they were his family in his previous life? does he actually care for them or does he just feel guilty? do they only love each other because they were biological family once?" and honestly it would've sucked, i hate just thinking about it lol

as it is, i think it's already a slippery slope, i've already seen a couple comments about how suho is the way he is because of og lloyd's feelings and guilt and like,,,, No ajsdhjka

for one thing suho has no recollection of his previous life, he's not at all affected by og lloyd's guilt or memories, everything he does, everything he feels is because of his own lived experiences and character. to attribute everything he accomplishes to the last split second resolution of a man who never cared enough to do something for himself or his family in his own life, would be a disservice to his character and honestly, kind of a let down if that's what bkm was going for.

and for another, i just think it's way more poignant to have lloyd find a family that loves and cares for him, not because of blood ties or same-soul shenanigans, but because of who he is and what he's done. it would be kind of disappointing for the story to say "they only care for each other because they were biological family before" because,,, then what was the point of the build up, of their relationship development, of the slowburn of lloyd coming to accept that not only does he sees arcos and marbella as parents but that he deserves their love too. it would negate how big of a choice it was for the fronteras themselves to decide that they loved lloyd, even knowing he wasn't their son, that they cared for him not as a replacement but as his own person, that they trusted him even after the deception, that they wanted him to come home and be part of their family.

all of that would be kind of cheapened if everyone knew that suho's previous life was og lloyd, because then what's the big problem, it's still the same soul, it's basically the same person, they were already family once, no big deal to be family again, everything is wrapped up in a neat little bow with no loose ends and they can carry on their merry lives without facing the big difficult emotions that come with all of the previously mentioned dilemmas.

ok maybe i'm exaggerating a little, i do think there would be very interesting feelings to explore if they did end up knowing about it, but let's be honest, they wouldn't have been explored in canon lol. this is not the kind of novel to explore the grand dilemmas that come with a reincarnated soul making amends for the faults it committed in its previous life and that's okay, not every novel can be.

but i don't know. perhaps i just like the found family trope more than the 'they were related all along' one even if it's just soul wise askjdlafkd

again this is just the way i see things, if you feel differently that's also perfectly okay and i would love to talk about it if you guys want! i'm just. being silly :3

[seabugsbaby]

babes!!!!! need help deciding somethin abt my Rotting of the Lamb au. @puppydogwithlargeeyes specifically. (no pressure ofc) but also everyone else!!!!!

explanation under the cut bc this is abt to be a longggg post

(cw: mention of abusive character)

ok so. my original idea for The Rotting of the Lamb was that Lacey would sacrifice her time n safety n comfort to help all the bishops make up and live happy mortal lives. she'd sort of expose them to the good abt mortality and help them thru their emotions w unconditional positive regard. she also helps Camilo almost be at peace.

then one day there's a new realm where the doors to darkwood and such should be. n it's Rin, in the purgatory Camilo put her in. So they do the whole defeat-and-spare thing but Nari is adamant that they need to kill her and she's going to destroy them n Camilo is just so overwhelmed that they dip. Lacey puts Rin in jail to put off the decision until Camilo comes back.

Eventually they do, and they want Lacey's happy dream world to be realized, so they let her try to help Rin. But Rin isn't like the others. Lacey doesn't know how to begin to make her better. n later on she realizes that Rin's been hurting Camilo again and Lacey is actively enabling it by letting her be there. She has a huge fight with Rin where she does an act of divine wrath--sending Rin to a purgatory where she lives out Camilo's old life as her vessel, dying again and again and again. That's what makes her ascend. ofc there's more but that's a summary of the relevant parts.

Here's the problems with that. It feels off to have a second party be the one to 'resolve' the abusive situation between Camilo and Rin. It makes that situation into a plot device. But w Lacey's character, Rin's continued abuse toward her mirror--who she understands more than anyone n the only one who rly understands her--is the only thing that would make her have that act of wrath. Like Rin is a ticking time bomb for Lacey. Everything Lacey hates. And Camilo isn't going to resolve things w Rin themselves--they're going to keep destroying themselves until something gets in the way. Back when they killed her the first time, they hadn't seen what their life could be like. Now seeing Nari and Lacey (and the rehabilitation of the bishops) makes them hold onto hope that Rin will change.

Another problem is that her retaliation isn't rly "rotting of purity," and feels off for the name of the au. It's just retaliation against an abusive party. She does go crazy w it (finally saying she doesn't want Rin there, something she's felt but never said nor acted on, and making her 'disappear') but it still feels off bc she's just putting her feelings ahead of everyone else's for once. That could add to the unfairness of the situation (like godhood doesn't care abt cruelty vs retaliation, u ascend anyway) but idk.

BUT!!!!!!!!!

i thought of a second option. Lacey actually does sacrifice something for Camilo's happy ending. Her powers, or something like that. Maybe she sacrifices her mortalhood. But she gives something huge that she actually doesn't want to give to bring Camilo a "good end" version of Rin(?) Something like that--a good ending for Camilo. Maybe thru the mystic seller. And over time, she gets more and more resentful, but she shoves it down. Eventually she kills Rin for taking her happy ending, and that causes her ascension (if she's not ascending already.) it's still an act of divine wrath and a rotting of purity. N if she's already ascending, it's an act that officially 'rots' her. Slippery slope type deal.

The only issue is that Camilo would still have memories of Rin's abuse n it feels kinda off to resolve that thru adding in "non-abusive version of abuser." N it feels a little like Lacey just suddenly turning evil, instead of a twist of her normal psyche. BUT she would be rotting AND she would have actually sacrificed too much, instead her sacrifice being more of a metaphor.

idk. if anyone's gotten this far, lemme know what u think.

[thenewfuture]

(To Nagito) first step is realizing not everyone will forgive you, and that’s ok and their right.

Yeah, I realize that...

.......

Hey, Nagito...

Huh?

Let me tell you something, a little story from my past.

You may that although now I'm a nurse, I used to be quite a delinquent back in the day. Running with gangs on my bike, hitting the streets and destroying property, even other people at times. I made alooooot of enemies back then.

Then I got pregnant, and I had to change my ways.

I did my best to become a stable woman, I tried apologizing for all I've done and even paid for the damages I've caused.

Some forgave me, some didn't. It took a long, long time to get the past behind me, and even now to this day, some still don't forgive me for what I've done...

What I'm trying to say is this; even if people don't forgive you right away after apologizing...even if people will still hate you after going through the effort to change...

The only thing that truly matters, if is you like yourself going through this change, and truly regret what you've done.

..........

I....I think I do...

Well then, there you go kid.

You gotta learn to love yourself, before others can love you. All about that self image and positive attitude.

It's your life kid, no matter what rocky roads or slippery slopes you take; it's yours to live. And no one can lead you down it but yourself. You're just a messed up kid but you'll get there eventually. *She pats his head*

Hahaha...th-thank you....

.......

Hey, Servant.

Hmm?

I still don't like all the things you said to me and how I was hunted in that game in Towa City.

But, if you're willing to change this much and go through the work....I think I learn to.....tolerate you...

Hahaha, I'll take it.

Awww, even you're changing too Kan-kan!~ Such a good girl~

Nnngghh, don't pinch cheeks, stop!

[dotthings]

And now I'm up to Fringe 2.15 - Peter. This episode is so beautifully filmed and acted. Definitely among the very best of the whole series.

Soooo interesting rewatching this. It wasn't as simple as Walter can't let go of his son. Walter loved Peter and he grieved deeply, but he was able to let go because he knew another Peter was out there in the other universe, would grow up, and have the things his Peter couldn't. Walter clung to that. When the other Peter's life was endangered, Walter broke rules, to cross over himself, to save the other Peter's life. When the serum bottle broke, he broke rules again to take the other Peter back with him, still only to borrow, he still thinks, to save his life, and he'll return him. But Walter's ability to let go of his son is precarious. Once Elizabeth has the other Peter in her arms, and Walter sees the look on her face, that's it, Walter's own resolve shatters.

Without Elizabeth there, would he have returned the other Peter, maybe, maybe not. Walter already did a universe breaking thing to cross over with the serum, and then again to borrow the other Peter to take him back across. So one more--keeping the other Peter instead of returning him--what's one more inch on the slippery slope Walter already flung himself down, going against what he knows about how the universe works, knowing the risks, shutting down the arguments from his lab assistant, who quotes Oppenheimer at him to warn him.

Even though he says he intended to return the other Peter, I'm not sure he would have been able to, even without Elizabeth.

Walter's such a complicated character, one of the most complicated characters in genre tv. Is he the villain of Fringe or the hero. He acts as a grieving father, he acts out of love, does that make it ok, it's understandable, but he did it knowing there would be consequences and did it anyway. Characters who cross the line for the sake of someone they love have their appeal. But in Walter's case, he knew it would be universe breaking and did it anyway. He wasn't so out of his mind with grief that he didn't know. He did think. He did it anyway. He stole someone else's child.

But it's hard to be too hard on him. He loved his son dearly. He did it for Peter. For his son. He couldn't save his Peter, he will save the other Peter and then loves a Peter who isn't his actual son every bit as deeply and strongly as if Peter were his own.

[eeemarvel]

My level of insanity is as follows: i invented a fake thing for my fic and it is a thing that I have yet to fully explore in the fic itself because I have plans for it, you see, but because I haven't truly written anything for it yet, I don't have any notes on it so it is hard to plan my upcoming chapters which is why I thought "Oh, OK, I'll just log onto AO3 and search the entire fic for this keyword to read every instance in which it appears to make sure that I don't write new content that retcons current content but AO3 is DOWN so I'm just sat here wondering if I should just go ahead and write about the thing or wait a day which is honestly such a slippery slope for me because the longer I wait to write, the harder it is for me to start writing again but when all is said and done, this all could've been avoided if I just kept detailed notes on upcoming plot points like a normal writer instead of just letting my memory of all things take over things because look where that left me (although if I'm being completely real with myself, I could've sworn I had an ENTIRE DOCUMENT'S WORTH of information on the very thing because I can remember very exact lines of info but it's just nowhere to be found in my google docs so I might be losing it a little). Anyway see you guys next year I guess.

I love that the minute AO3 goes down everyone collectively flocks to this website to ask the same question with varying levels of insanity attached

[look-at-my-silly-guys]

Micha version history timeline woooooo

so micha has been my oc since the sixth grade technically but there’s lots of versions of him so let’s yak about them

So before we talk about micha we need to talk about a character called mars

Mars came 3 years before micha and is sort of the opposite of him mars was cold a heavy rules follower and a soldier of justice with a really repressed desire to do bad things

Micha was made during a really old thing I did in my first oc world ever. You see at the time I made a crossover between paper Mario and the origami king and just shapes and beats and thought “huh what if I put my ocs in a similar situation” so I did with the enemy being a girl clover I made and all you need to know about her for this story is that she has this stuff I just called the pink and it would take aspects of a persons personality and take them to extremes to make them a perfect spreader of the pink and her subject

ok fr let’s talk about micha now

micha was made when mars got shot by the pink but only a little and it slowly started jacking with his personality and he started getting way more chaotic and smiley and fell down a slippery slope of betraying his friends until mars was gone and there was only Micha! Micha got to be what mars wasn’t he did things on impulse for feel good happy chemicals helped whoever benefited him the most at the time and he was pink and mars was blue (silly colors yay)

I think I liked the concept of micha a lot so I ended up using him on his own without mars after a certain point

There was cult micha where he was kidnapped with the express purpose of being used at the vessel for this messed up demon thing and it loved making him do bad thing a and would reward him for doing them and they broke this guy down until he and this demon were basically the same thing thus making him the perfect host

I later decided tho that bro deserved a personality and in the good ol 8th grade I watched a Minecraft YouTube video that gave me the idea for the next micha

So this was the first micha with ghosts except the world he was in was much more fantasy and the three titular ghosts were actually defeated by Micha and then the rest is pretty similar to his modern version save for the part where he gets ripped in half and crawls out of hell to go defeat his messed up half

Death game micha

So it’s kinda just micha personality with no ghosts and thrown in a death game with a couple other ocs for fun pretty unimportant but he had a cool friendship with a guy from another oc world with a similar predicament in his original world lol

and then we make it to modern micha yay

so yea my guys had a lotta history and I love him lots he’s gotta be one of my favorite ocs

[daftpuppy]

hey so im new to the fandom cause i realized i am into it.. May i ask , if its normal to just have a default kink? I vividly remember watching videos about this before I was conscious, and id grind.. I, personally dont enjoy it, cause i find it weird, and a lot does too... im just turned on by it and idk why.. 😭😭😭

im going to be straight with you, I def not the best person to ask this question to at all! Hell i would 100% recommend asking anyone else.

i myself am still rather 'new' to the kink community as an whole (technically ive been doing this shit for years but im super on and off with it so i dont really count it)

but ill try to give some sort of answer (i would highly recommend asking others and looking at articles/reasearch papers so dont just take my word and run with it cause im probs wrong).

This is my first time hearing the term 'default kink' but i assume it mainly refers to having a kink in concept. Like how you would tell someone you liked piss broadly than saying omo specifically (I could be 100% wrong, i would greatly appreciate it if someone could tell me the true definition cause i couldnt find any thing about that term TT). Which in that sense i would thinks its fine, like imo its fine to have a kink that you dont really want to participate in but find it hot.

(From this point onwards Im mainly talking out of my ass, feel free to skip if its not really answering your question cause it probably isnt. Im just one passionate bitch who cant stay on topic)

For the later part of your question, i totally get it. Omorashi for me was something that turned me on but i also felt so disgusted by it for the longest time which caused me to basically stop doing it cause i thought it was 'too weird' and disgusting. It really wasnt until recently where I realised who gives a shit if its werid, and I starting seeing more posts on Twitter about kinks and taboo which only really pushed me further down the rabbit hole...again.

I think everyone has a right to think something theyre into is too werid and begin to hate it because of the way it turns you on, but i think a lot of it involves getting rid of societal expectations and just being you. Cause no matter what kink you have, if its piss or not, 99% of society will hate it and think you are weird for it. You cant please everyone but you can please yourself.

For you since you dont enjoy it cause you find it werid but get turned on by it, it can be a slippery slope. It may be a thing were you dont like participating im omo but like watching it, or maybe you prefer controlling. Idk thats for you to find out if you even want to.

Again, DO NOT TAKE WHAT I SAY AT FACE VALUE! Do more reasearch cause im a stranger on the internet, not some kink professional. When it was me in that position all it took was a mindset change. Realising that I should be able to indulge myself and not feel 'dirty' for it, letting myself understand that yes, a piss kink is weird, but it feels good to me so I should let myself experiment even if i end up concluding it wasnt for me. But it may not be the same for you and thats ok.

I cant really give you a definate answer cause i feel like its a pretty personal journey you have to take. You know, start out small and see how it goes.

anyway sorry about my college theis. Hopes it helps, im really just talking about of my ass rn. If theres someone who has a better take feel free to add, idk if i even answered the question lmao 😭

[fighting-these-demons]

They really went for pain with this OP. That breakup is front and center! Ow. 😭😭😭

Thought I posted this a couple days ago but I guess I saved it as a draft.

I guess they have to do Blue Predator's Tragic Backstory SOME time. May as well get it out if the way half way through Season 4. 🙄

I'm gonna be honest I completely forgot that the Inter High has 3 days I thought it just had 2.

So what they're doing is stretching each day into a season and while I Don't Like That because I'm losing out on a whole years worth of whatever the boys get up to and their own 3rd Year Inter High, I do at least understand it now.

You go into an anime and it's so cute and it's about sports and you think to yourself "There's no way this will be triggering! It's Sports! What could possibly happen?"

And then Boom. 👊 💥

If he'd talked to his parents or like literally anyone and talked this shit out I feel like maybe someone could have steered him on the right path but his shame kept it quiet and he met the absolute worst enabler on the planet.

o7 RIP 🪦 kids y'all are GOD AWFUL for each other and literally everyone else around you.

How has an adult not noticed any of this bullshit? Don't they have a teacher for their club?

Good for him I guess? Midousuji seems like he's using him but he's probably aware if that and happy about it honestly.

Wish he wasn't let loose on everyone else though.

Of course the only introspection on feelings and actual confession so far are from him. Of course. Because this is the ONLY Homo in the series and everyone else are just Best buds! Nothing to see here Upper Management!

This is bolstering my Blue Predator Red Herring argument.

Lord if literally anyone else had gotten ahold of this kid he may have been OK after a couple talks. That's what sucks so bad about it.

He may have still been unsettling and obsessive but probably not like predatory.

Idk though that puts a lot of blame on Midousuji and while he definitely pushed him down that slippery slope with both hands there's plenty of hand and foot holds on the way down fir him to stop and get his footing and be like "idk man is this really the right thing for me to be doing?"

And dude just threw his hands in the air and laughed with glee on his way down to the bottom.

Jesus the jump scare

Man good for him that his confession went well and I'm glad they avoided the Show Canceling Next Season Destroying No Homo Beam but like,

At What Fucking Cost though?????

I hope he gets some kind of talking to and redemption. He's got 2 years of high school left for someone to step in and set him on the right path before he's out on his own and he deserves that chance.

Granted I'm saying this halfway through the episode because I keep pausing to avoid the episode so.

Oh geez Midousuji really actively taught him that huh? Then again dude knows that's not cool and does it anyway. 😕

He has sense at the back of his mind he's just actively silencing it to indulge in what he wants.

I haven't called it quits and skipped an episode yet but this might be it honestly. This is so rank. 🤢🤮

You know what good for toxic masculinity smoothing Izumida's self preservation instincts so effectively that this terrifying behavior slides right off his brain like water off a duck.

He just does not comprehend.

His subconscious does but he sure don't.

And I'm glad for him.

[michellemariem-blog]

A lot of people fail in life because of falling into the trap of the victim mentality. When people suffer and experience trauma it is very real and isn’t something that should be invalidated. People that have been traumatized should be empathized with and it’s ok to feel that pain of it and process it but it becomes an issue when you let it control and dictate your life. You should never let your past hold you back you either get better from the lesson or get bitter. Self pity is a very slimy and slippery slope with no destination but failure. It is a dead end road. You have free will as a human and some of the greatest people are those who fall down 6 times and get up 7 times. Take time to heal, cry, exercise, go to therapy, practice healthy habits and coping mechanisms and then stand back up and never give up. If you let the pain fester inside of yourself it will become uglier and it will give birth to more problems.

[alittlebitofloveliness]

Ok so as someone who has been on ao3 and other fanfictions sites for years now I'm gonna go ahead and add my two cents here. First of all, the unfortunate thing is that people like this exist and create fanworks is every fandom. Seriously, like, all of them, even small ones, even ones primarily catering to a younger audience, always have fics like this. I don't understand how anyone could even come up with these ideas, let alone decide to publish them on the internet for anyone to see, even under an anonymous pseudonym. THAT SAID, I do know that these are the kind of people that THRIVE on attention- even negative attention. Every time you click on these stories, every time you leave comments calling them disgusting and asking them to take it down, every time you report them, you are giving these people exactly what they want. Honestly, it's not worth it. You'll never win, and calling for censorship- EVEN of works that are objectively heinous and disturbing- is a very slippery slope, especially on a site like ao3 which is built on people being able to share ANY story- even terrible proshipper ones. The best possible thing you can do is ignore it. Luckily, ao3 allows you to filter out tags you don't want to see. it's very easy to filter any incest or dead dove fic out of the outsiders tag, which is something I always do to protect my mental health. But i never, ever engage with these creators, because I know I'll never win and I don't want to feed whatever twisted fantasy they're publishing; but also because I don't want them to get off on me getting mad at them (and trust me, as horrible as it is, people who post stuff like this absolutely will).

Guys can WE STOP WITH THE INCEST BETWEEN PONY AND DARRY LIKE ITS DISGUSTING LIKE WHAT DRIVES SOMEONE TO WRITE THIS ITS SO DISRESPECTFUL ME AND @pookiepiss69 HAVE BOTH ASKED IF THEY COULD TAKE THIS DOWN BUT THEY DELETED OUR COMMENTS AND THE FIC THEY WROTE WAS TWOBIT BEING A PEDO TO 14 YEAR OLDS AND OTHER THINGS ‼️ LIKE EUHH

@crow2222 @heart-shqped-box @freak-l0rd-certifed @lizzy019 @pookiepiss69 @gay-poet-gabriel @heartsforjohnnycake @cyaniashine @saraluvsu @snortoborto @brightonline <- literally just for awareness in case anyone knows this person.

[sublimeobservationarcade]

Let’s Break Down Stoicism To Find Out More

Some of you may have heard about Stoicism and wondered what’s it all about. So, let’s break down Stoicism to find out more. Stoicism is a philosophy that emphasises the development of a strong and rational mind, the importance of accepting what is beyond our control, and the cultivation of inner peace and tranquility. The Stoics believed that individuals could live in harmony with the universe by following the principles of wisdom, justice, courage, and moderation, and by using reason to guide their thoughts and actions. Despite being an ancient philosophy, Stoicism continues to have a significant impact and influence on contemporary thought and practices.

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Understanding & Developing Stoic Abilities

OK, developing a strong and rational mind sounds like a good idea. How do we do that? Well, it takes time and a commitment to the process. We live in an instant results age and sticking to your guns when things are going against you is no easy ask. You need to remember that when Stoicism was invented life was often short and brutal. Guys like Marcus Aurelius were killing and being killed by blokes with swords. So, when Marcus Aurelius talks about tough times, he means really bad shit. When he mentions accepting both the good and bad that life offers up, this isn’t some lightweight word fest, as we in the modern age are accustomed to. Stoics really bite down and suck up the bad feelings. Stoics surrender to the stuff they cannot change and use their heads to cultivate inner peace and tranquility. Developing a strong and rational mind is not easy. It takes practice and a commitment to it.

Illustrating Stoicism

Here is an example, your partner’s father is a real arsehole. You have attempted to talk about it with him but he wont give you the time of day. The relationship with your wife/husband is important to you. You can’t take the old boy out, because you could end up in prison for the rest of your life and your partner wouldn’t be happy about that. You limit your contact with him, but there are times when extended family cannot be avoided. Now, you can spend countless hours bitching and moaning about him to whoever will listen to you or you can suck it up and move on. Stoics develop self-control on this basis.

Photo by Andrea Piacquadio on Pexels.com Now, self-control and moderation can sound dead boring to some in this day and age, but have a think about it. The more you indulge in complaining and whining about what an arsehole this guy is - the more you are stirring up all the negative emotions inside you. They run around kicking up a chemical storm in your guts. This has a detrimental effect on your health and clouds your judgement. People do stupid things on the back of headf***ing about bad s*** in their lives. Let’s break down Stoicism to find out more. On the golf course, when your ball is in the merde, this can have a serious impact on your ability to execute a golf shot. If you get all riled up and stuff - those chemicals in your guts play havoc with your fine motor skills. Staying calm in golf is essential to playing good golf and scoring well. Inner peace is no airy fairy concept in golf, it is all too bloody real, or the consequences of not having it are at any rate. It pays to give yourself a little talking to and to take plenty of calming deep breaths when under the pump. Do not allow yourself to become lost to displays of negative emotions. Once you let go on that slippery slope say goodbye to success in golf. https://read.amazon.com.au/kp/embed?asin=B0BV1216BJ&preview=newtab&linkCode=kpe&ref_=cm_sw_r_kb_dp_C1SBZWN8V7ZK4TJKEDD0 Take Your Game & Life Back Stoicism is a very real mental strategy for life and for golf. Finding focus on the fairway and in the rough is paramount to any chance of winning in golf. Learning to rediscover your calm and composure via Stoicism is a life saver. It takes practice and commitment to get better at it. These are not empty words; you have to really apply yourself. Think about it, once you take your world inside you, you are free from the effects of arseholes and bad breaks. If you live on the surface and your life happens out there, you are powerless. You are a victim of circumstances. What would you rather be? Self-control and moderation are typically characteristics associated with older individuals. This is where we get the association between age and wisdom. However, not all old folk are wise, only those who have learned the Stoic method really get it. When we are younger it seems natural to think that life is out there and you have to go and get it. In that process it is important to remember not to give away all your power. Life is full of ups and downs or it appears to be that way. For example, say you apply for a job that you think that you really want. You are successful and get the job, suddenly you are very happy because of your apparent success. Then, your boss turns out to be, yes, you guessed it, an arsehole. You are no longer so happy, in fact, it makes you unhappy. Sometime later, you meet a workmate who you start going out with and marry. Happiness returns. You can see how life, a series of events, can be viewed as ups and downs. These are our emotional responses to events happening within our lives. Stoicism teaches us that we are not our feelings. By that, I mean, we are not only our feelings. Feelings colour our lives but we cannot store all our faith in our emotional reactions to things and events. A life based solely on actions taken to avoid bad feelings about things and one acting on going after feelings of pleasure or exhilaration will not achieve what one hopes in this regard, according to Stoicism. Stoics and Taoists both find a space within that is free from the vicissitudes of life’s events. The deeper the understanding of this the greater tranquility can be experienced.

Photo by Kat Smith on Pexels.com Human beings are driven by sensations in the main. We seek pleasurable sensations in our lives. Love in its various guises can be a harbinger of pleasurable sensations. The nurturing warmth of maternal love for the child and for the mother. The blaze of sexual attraction and pleasure in romantic love. Love’s more gentle forms in friendship and mentorship. Feelings are often experienced as sensations, which is why we can become addicted to them in both pleasurable and painful forms. The feeling realm is powerful on this basis. Stoicism can be a tough ask because it seems to be a denial of these raw sensations in our lives. It takes great courage and mental strength to develop self-control over your emotions. In the beginning it feels like repression. The prevalence of drug addiction in the lives of human beings is based on this desire for powerful sensations. Drugs and alcohol encourage us to feel sensations; indeed, they amplify responses within us. Sometimes, as with alcohol, it can be a warm sense of wellbeing and confidence. Many golfers drink alcohol whilst playing to boost their confidence and supress the anxieties the game can summon over playing crucial shots. Similarly, a lot of folk gain a sexual confidence from being inebriated and thus the widespread presence of alcohol at social gatherings. Stoicism demands a discipline that those addicted to drugs and alcohol cannot muster. You cannot be plying yourself with chemicals and have any Stoic power. The true way of the warrior is not one of clouded senses.

Photo by Sebastian Angarita on Pexels.com Golf, in my experience, demands clarity. Stoicism can help sustain that clarity for longer. A round of competitive golf can take nearly 5 hours. The Stoics believed that individuals could live in harmony with the universe by following the principles of wisdom, justice, courage, and moderation, and by using reason to guide their thoughts and actions. These qualities are called for on the golf course as well. We have seen how using the mind via self-control and moderation defends the golfer’s composure on-course. Avoid being a Friday golfer, hooting and carrying on. Avoid the emotional roller coaster if you want to master the game of golf for any time at all. It takes courage to play golf without the crutch of booze or drugs to hide behind. ‘Play it as it lies’ is the primary credo in the game of golf – and this is the justice factor that all golfers must adhere to without fear or favour. Integrity is golf’s point of difference with all other sports. Wisdom comes from playing the game as it ought to be played. Wisdom is what’s left when we walk off the course after a round, whether we win or lose, play well or play shit. Wisdom from The Stoic Golfer: Finding Inner Peace & Focus on the Fairway by Robert Sudha Hamilton Available at Amazon ©GolfDom Read the full article

[dameronology]

break my heart, i'll break your mouth (eddie munson)

a.k.a the one where jason carver is your boyfriend but eddie munson is the one you love (based on the song kitchen light by xana. pls listen to it i cannot stress how fucking good she is)

warnings: language, drinking, smoking weed, cheating, mentions of a fight and one line that implies smut

ok anyways enjoy ok bye

jazz xx

Eddie Munson knew it was never good when you called him past 3AM. 

He was up in seconds, large hands reaching for the phone on the wall before it could wake his uncle. Soft words muttered down the line - I’ll be there in ten minutes, stay there, please don’t move, don’t go anywhere - and he was out the door, jeans halfway around his ankles and a leather jacket over his bare torso. The gravelly Hawkins roads were usually empty gone midnight; Eddie didn’t want to think about how many speed limits he broke to get to you in the time he’d promised. His license already had enough points on it. 

It was rare that Eddie would do this for just anyone - going out at night, losing sleep, keeping his foot to the floor and piling through gas. You weren’t just anyone. He didn’t know what you were but you were…important. To some degree. A very high degree, actually. 

You’d known each other in high school. Barely, but you didn’t actually talk until almost two years after graduation when you’d gotten beaten and bloody after a fight at a house party. Eddie had only gone for business purposes that night but the moment he dragged you into Steve Harrington’s expensive fucking bathroom to clear you up, he found another purpose for being there. You probably wouldn’t have said as much to him if you weren’t drunk; wouldn’t have told him that your boyfriend was the bane of your life, or that his flirting with other girls was what made you throw the first punch. Eddie had written in his number on your hand that night and driven you home - call me in the morning and let me know you’re okay, he’d said. There was no ulterior motive. No intention other than genuinely wanting to look out for you.

And really, he hadn’t stopped looking out for you since. At first, you just called him to hang out: he was refreshing in a way. Light and airy, funny and kind, but with an edge to him that made every one of his words worth hanging onto. It was only once you started truly opening up to each other and finding an unlikely friendship that it became a slippery slope. Three months in, after getting high as fuck, you’d slept together for the first time. Five months in, and you were hooked on one another. Seven…eight…and now nine. Nine months in and Eddie was driving out at three in the goddamn morning to pick you up because your boyfriend had fucked you over again.

Cheating was bad. He knew that. You knew that. Eddie had never wanted to be that guy but god you were worth every second. It was a complicated situation; he tried to understand that as much as he could. Jason Carver was the son of your dad’s best friend and business partner - you’d grown up next door to each other and your lives were so deeply intertwined that it was hard to back out. Not intertwined in the way you and Eddie were, but intertwined in a messy way.

Messy. That barely scratched the surface.

Eddie saw you on the side of the road as soon as he pulled up outside the address. You were perched on the pavement, legs crossed in front of you. His headlights caught the tears in your eyes and smeared makeup. He gave you a soft smile and a wave, brown eyes following as you circled around the van to the passenger side and pulled open the door.

“Hey, come here.”

A long pair of arms found their way around your waist, pulling you flush against Eddie’s chest. He kept one hand on your back and the other cupping the back of your head. You stayed like that for a moment, trying to calm your breath and ground yourself after a rough fucking night. There were no more tears; you didn’t have the energy for that. 

“Thank you,” you murmured into his shoulder. “I just - it all got too much, you know? And I just wanted to get out. I’m sorry for calling so late-”

“- it’s the bare minimum,” he firmly cut you off. “I’m not gonna leave you crying on the street at three in the morning. Maybe only for a second to beat the shit outta Jason Carver-”

“- Eddie,” you pleaded; a moment later, you put a hand on his thigh and gave it a light squeeze. “I’ll deal with it, I promise.”

He gave you a sideways glance, dark eyes full of doubt. Eddie gave you a little shrug and turned on the engine. The fact you were wearing your boyfriend’s varsity jacket broke him inside a little. Had that prick seriously not upgraded his wardrobe since you left Hawkins High?”

“Here,” Eddie leant across and grabbed a strewn denim jacket from the backseat. “Wear this one. Not that piece of shit.”

You gave him a small smile. “Thanks, Eds.”

“You look better in that,” he returned your smile with a small wink. “C’mon, let’s get you home.”

“Actually…” you stopped, trailing off for a minute. “D’you think I could crash at yours?”

Eddie nodded. “Always.”

“Thank you.”

The drive back to the trailer park was pretty quiet. Purple Rain was playing quietly in the background - you’d never known Eddie to like Prince, but you didn’t say anything - and about halfway through, rain started to gently patter down on the ceiling. At that point, he reached across to take your hand, holding it in the air and gently waving it about as he softly sang along. 

“I never wanted to be your weekend lover,” he stupidly hummed. “C’mon, you know the lyrics!” 

“Eddie,” you grumbled. 

“Come onnn!”

“Fine!” you groaned. “I only ever wanted to be some kind of friend-”

“- baby, I could never steal you from another -”

“- it’s such a shame our friendship had to end.”

The song ended just as you rolled up outside the trailer. 

Eddie was hot on your heels as you crept up the stairs - it was a set routine by now. Shoes off before you got to the gravel, door shut softly as possible behind you, straight through to the bedroom and-

-nope, not tonight. Partially because it was too dark to find the way, but mostly because your lips were on Eddie’s as soon as you reached the kitchen. You’d been thinking about him all night; every time your boyfriend kissed you, touched you, hell, every time he even fucking looked at you. Going to that party hadn’t even been your plan in the first place; you were going to ditch, call Eddie and just hang out. It was at Carver’s insistence that you went out and got dressed up. You way preferred it here, when it was just you and Eddie. Nothing else in the world - and no one else - existed when you were alone in these four walls. That was how you liked it. 

Eddie didn’t push you away when you kissed him; he’d been pining for you all night just as much as you had been for him. Sat here in the living room, a half-written song scrawled out in front of him as he wallowed in pity at the thought of Jason Carver kissing you like this. That was a laughable thought - no one kissed you the way Eddie did. He had a way of doing it, with gentle hands and lips, giving as they were taking, enough to make you buckle at the knees. There were a million reasons why you hadn’t walked away yet, and a million more why you didn’t want to, but the way he lingered on your mind and your lips even hours after he’d left was up there in the top ten. 

Large hands grabbing your hips, he gently lifted you up onto the kitchen counter. Eddie stopped then, forehead pressed to yours and chest heaving as he caught his breath. You peered up at him through your curled lashes, eyes now completely dry - they were creased at the side with a smile, in fact. This was how it was meant to be. 

“You’re gorgeous,” Eddie murmured. “You know that, right?”

“Tell me one more time and I might believe you.”

A low groan escaped his mouth. His hands still lingered on you, softly ghosting up and down your arms, fingers trailing over the crumpled material of the denim jacket. It was moments like this where you truly felt like you were his. Smiling up at him, one of his favourite jackets hanging off your torso, eyes wide with glee as you prodded and poked at one another with stupid jokes. Eddie knew for a fact that you were never like this with your boyfriend. The man had the sense of humour of a brick. 

“You’re gorgeous…and annoying, and you’re insane, and I can’t get my head around you half the time,” Eddie continued, pressing a kiss to each part of your face as he paused between every word. “But I…”

I love you. And I wish you would dump your fucking boyfriend. 

“You what?”

I wish you were mine. 

“I’m glad we met,” he finished. 

Eddie thought back to the night a lot; the sight of you, perched on the edge of a bathtub with a bloody nose. You didn’t shut up for a good ten minutes as you ranted on about Jason, or about the other girl, or about how much you hated these fucking parties. He’d listened intently the entire time, occasionally making a shit joke. You hadn’t left his mind since.

“Me too,” you smiled. 

“Jason doesn’t deserve you,” he murmured, hands coming to rest on your cheeks. “I’m not saying I do - I just mean…he’s always been a dick. Maybe he had a reason to be like that to me in high school but you’re so much better than him.”

You were golden. Bright and sparky like a summer’s day, forever giving and not asking for anything in return. You didn’t need looking after but you certainly deserved someone who had your back. Someone who would treat you like a fucking goddess; someone who would be with you against the world. 

Someone like Eddie. 

A few days passed and that conversation fell to the back of your mind. 

It was a routine by that point: Jason would call and you would forgive him. Eddie would feel his heartbreak for the millionth time and force a smile. I’m glad you worked things out, sweetheart. He’d say it with his whole fucking chest, like the one tiny bit of thread that held his sanity together wasn’t about to snap. 

He was pretty certain you were the love of his life. Maybe that was a grandiose statement to make at the ripe age of twenty-three, but he couldn’t possibly fathom meeting anyone like you again. Moving on just wasn’t an option anymore. And he could say quite confidently, with each of his hands up to every deity there was, that he had tried. He had tried with everything he had in this godforsaken human world to forget about you but some things just weren’t possible. Then again, there were a lot of things that weren’t possible at one point. Everyone had said there would never be humans on the moon, and yet he remembered vividly watching that happen as a kid. 

Still, Eddie was pretty sure that human beings would colonise fucking Mars before he got over you. 

It would have been easier to cope if you didn’t linger on his mind constantly. If he didn’t lay in bed for hours thinking of you, the window wide open as the rain lashed down, hoping the water would wash you away from his mind. No such hope. Your legacy prevailed. 

This whole thing had started out as some dumb, scandalous affair. And now Eddie wasn’t sure he could live without you. Life sure did find a fucking way, huh?

It was a cold Tuesday night the next time he saw you again. The last place Eddie expected you to be was a sports bar but it made sense when he saw you with Jason, athlete extraordinaire. He had an arm around your waist and a Coors Light in the other. If the guy hadn’t seemed despicable before, he sure did now. Coors Light? Disgusting. Absolutely shameful. 

Eddie near enough froze when your eyes met - and then all over again when he saw what jacket you were wearing. Baggy, denim, hung off your frame in a way in which he was only slightly obsessed. In front of your boyfriend too? That made his heart skip a beat. 

You gave him a small smile, not breaking his gaze as he walked to the bar. Even before Eddie reached the bar, you knew what he was going to order: a double Jamesons, on the rocks, with a splash of coke. It brought your mind back to all your drunken kisses; when the sweet taste of whiskey had lingered on his lips and you could taste it on your own. That was your favourite flavour now: whiskey and excitement.

And do you know what Jason Carver tasted like? Coors Light and the promised impending doom of a boring suburban life. 

You felt looked after when you were with Eddie. Every time you drank at his favourite bar downtown - far away from anyone who could ever see you - he’d always kept a hand on the small of your back. If anyone looked at you the wrong way, he would know about it. Then he would get you home safe, kiss you goodnight and hold you in his arms till morning came. Worlds away from your actual boyfriend, who nine-out-of-ten-times a week, would ditch you for his own friends. 

They were stood between you now. Eddie on the left of the bar, Jason and his crones in the middle, and then you perched on the right. You should have been there with him. On the other side, just the two of you, getting your whiskey and cokes and making fucking jokes about the stupid jocks beside you. Instead, they acted as a wall. A reminder that you could never be together. 

“You see that chick over there, that’s fucking Joanna from our senior English class,” Jason was drawling on to one of his friends. He raised his hand to point to her. “Look at the size of her t-”

The motion caused the pint of beer in front of you to spill; right off the bar and all down your jacket. You let out a squeak and jumped back, eyes wide with shock as the cold lager soaked through your clothes.

“For fuck’s sake, Jason!” you snapped. “When I said you should multitask I didn’t mean spilling your beer down me and objectifying women at the same time-”

“- calm down!” he cut you off. “Look, it’s just beer, babe! It’s not gonna stain…where did you even get this stupid jacket anyways?”

You took a step back, arms dropping to your side as you stared at him in defeat. Everyone in the bar was staring at you now, including Eddie. You could feel his brown eyes on you - probably anticipating your next move. This was the first time your worlds had come so close to colliding and you didn’t know what to do. 

“It’s not stupid,” you murmured. “I’m just…I’m gonna go home, Jason.”

“We said we’d hang out tonight-”

“- I don’t care,” you cut him off. “I’m done.”

“You’re done?”

“Yeah. I’m done,” you shrugged. 

Leaning down to pick up the toppled glass, you calmly placed it on the counter and dusted yourself off. Jason Carver was officially the thing of the past.

That brings us to your present. 

You grabbed Eddie’s hand as you left the bar, dragging him with you out the door. He didn’t fight; he just grabbed his drink and followed suit, brain barely keeping up with the events of the last two minutes. It felt like a fever dream. 

It was raining outside. Rather violently. 

“You…” Eddie trailed off as he stumbled behind you, barely even caring that his hair was instantly getting wet. “You just dumped Jason Carver in front of everyone-”

“- he insulted your jacket,” you said. “It’s not stupid. You’re not stupid either but I think I might be.”

He gave you a little smile, hands hooking around your elbows and pulling you closer to him. Eddie’s hair was practically drenched now, curls washed out by the rain, droplets running down his face and hanging onto his eyelashes. He was beautiful. 

“Why might that be?’

“Maybe because I’ve been telling myself for like six months now that I’m not in love with you?” you suggested. “This is so dumb, oh my god. It’s like a fucking rom-com-”

You were cut off by Eddie’s lips on yours. It was a deep kiss - more passionate than any you’d shared before. His hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you closer to him. You couldn’t get any closer, not when you were chest-to-chest, arms tangled and teeth clashing together as you made out in the rain like two giddy fucking teenagers. It didn’t matter either that people could see you. You were done caring. There was nothing to hide. 

“I love you,” he said. “You’re my best friend and I love you and I don't care that I've had to wait six months to hear to you say it back. I would wait a million fucking years for you."

"Eddie," you murmured. "That was almost poetic."

He let out a laugh, thumb moving to wipe a few rain drops off your cheeks.

"Can we please just be together now?" he asked.

"Yeah," you smiled. "I'd like that."

tags: @adamgetawaydriver @megmeg-chan @karasong @eddington-munson

[nsfwitchy2]

I feel like this post sounds mean but tbh this is just something I find both genuinely fascinating and terrifying

For a website full of people who say “you are not immune to propaganda” you guys sure do fall for a lot of propaganda really damn easily

Like

Ok

Let’s go over the basics one more time shall we

- Voting matters and we know it matters because if it didn’t matter they wouldn’t be trying to stop you from doing it. In 2016 a bunch of Russian psyops invaded tumblr, told people voting didn’t matter and what they really needed was the Glorious Revolution™️, and then trump became president proving that in fact voting DOES MATTER.

- If you make a joke and a group of people or even a single person comes forward and goes, “Hey this joke was offensive and dismissive of a lot of my experiences” - you prioritize the discomfort you caused over your personal feelings on the joke in question. Somebody asking you to express your experiences in a different way isn’t silencing you if the way you were expressing your experiences was by silencing them.

- In order to truly be a progressive member of society you must accept that sometimes this will involve you being uncomfortable in order for others around you to be comfortable. Get used to it, and get over it. Discomfort is an inescapable part of life.

- Fiction may affect reality but it is not equal to reality. People have always, through all of history, used fiction to tell stories of all kinds. You don’t have to like them all, but you must accept they all hold artistic merit or you fall down the slippery slope of censorship.

- You will never know somebody’s lived experience better than they do, so stop trying to tell them their own experiences are wrong.

- Callouts are dumb. Don’t reblog them. Don’t make them. It’s witch hunting material and even if the person did do something wrong, it’s not your personal job to put their dirty laundry on blast. If they did something illegal, report it to the proper authorities and move on.

- People can use whatever labels they want, how they want. They can even make labels up themselves. Labels are not boxes we must be sorted into but words used to describe large and complex concepts in simpler, easier to understand ways. They’re not meant to categorize, they’re meant to explain.

Ngl I find it like. Kind of insane that at least once a year we go through the same discourses over and over and over again - just with different people each time??? Like damn you think common sense would kick in at SOME point and yet it NEVER seems to