#tacit knowledge

[tacit-semantics]

I like to think donnie got his start in electronics with amateur ds repair like sure all he’s got to work with is a few forum threads, a complete disregard for lab safety, and sheer, unadulterated willpower but nothings standing between him and his nintendogs ok not god not a blown fuse nothing.

[sadclowncentral]

the stress of everyday life is overriding my sense of humanity again so i am once again playing "everyone's first day" to readjust my empathy levels. the rules are simple: for every stranger i interact with, i pretend it's their first day at their job. it makes me appreciate how much tacit knowledge everyone around me has learned and applies, and imagining how they fared in the beginning - how i would have fared - makes me see everyone as a singular person full of life experience again instead of an environment i fight my way through. the coffee shop employee making my order makes it quickly despite a huge menu, its impressive they memorised that on their first day. the bus driver gets us there safely and memorised all the routes and still nods at me in approval, and that's all on his first day! and the person who ran into me without apologizing is just in a hurry, wouldn't wanna be late on their first day. and after a while, you realize that all that is still true on a second day or the hundredth, and even if you give up the pretense the forgiveness stays. try it some time!

[gudaho]

I am also of the opinion that Laios didn't just gather the best and greatest, but that his leadership taught each member to hone their skills and talents. One of Laios' most important characteristics as a leader is his attention to detail, he is constantly observing his companion's abilities and interests. This is one of the reasons that he wasn't surprised when Marcille turned out to be an expert in forbidden magic. He noticed that she didn't have tacit skills in general magic and performed it textbook style- leading him to assume that her specialty was in another area.

Being around Laios will inform someone about their practical strengths and weaknesses. Shuro leaves the Touden party but when we see him again, he still plays the role of 'strong finisher' in battles. We don't know much about Shuro's past but we do know that when Laios describes how the team took on dragons, Shuro would land the final blow because he was strong and precise.

Laios also considers the limitations of his team, like when he goes out of his way to avoid fights and using small magic 'shortcuts' because he knows Marcille needs time to recover her MP. His team would progress faster if they relied on Marcille's magic but they wouldn't be able to venture as far down.

Namari's weaponry and metal knowledge is taken at face-value by Laios and Chilchuck. But Laios takes it a step further when he trusts her to use a weapon she has never fired before- when she might misfire and injury Laios or another captured companion. This trust in a persons ability is why Namari can say with her full chest that no one knows weapons like she does- Laios gives her the opportunity to prove it.

Joining the Touden party didn't mean that the individual was already a Dungeon Smashing Machine, it meant that they would be guided to a niche that they flourish in

[alyrasturnz]

"fluff this" and "angst that"

fwb!matt x reader based on the song "false god" by t swift!!!!!!

 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎FALSE GOD

❐ summary » y/n and matt maintain a facade of friendship while discreetly fucking in private. they satisfy their desires without the chain of commitment, though beneath the surface, they secretly yearn to be able to call each other their own. who could have foreseen that a seemingly innocent post on your instagram could burgeon into something far more profound?

❐ pairings » bsf!matt x fem!reader

❐ warnings » literally smut , swearing , mentions of blood if you whip out a magnifying glass , pet names [ princess , every single variant of sweet ] , car sex

❐ a/n && w/c » the first smut fic i have ever written.. am i doing this right ? 😭 this took me 24 hours im not joking • 3.79k

matthew.sturniolo replied to your story: Look real pretty, sweet thing

matthew.sturniolo replied to your story: You busy?

he recognizes your presence from the scandalous story you've just shared on Instagram, but he remains indifferent. 

his nonchalance is but a facade, for he finds you utterly irresistible in that tiny dress—a garment he's taken off you so many times that the number eludes him, each instance a cherished fragment of his recollections.

he could’ve merely enclosed his hand around his own length, allowing his imagination to paint an obscene tapestry of her cunt enveloping his completely, but he understood that if he could just endure the wait a bit longer, he would soon be enveloped in the euphoric sensation of her skin against his own.

yet, he can vividly recall how it clings to your curves, the mesmerizing sway of your hips—a dance that intoxicates his senses, and the way it causes his arteries to swell with an almost unbearable intensity.

he felt the torrent of his blood vessels surge toward his cock, suffusing them with a fervent flush as the pre-cum seeped, a slow and insidious seepage that betrayed the hidden depths of any sort of purity he had left.

he could just see the swarm of lecherous admirers vying for your attention, plying you with drinks and undressing you with their eyes.

  yet, he is confident in the knowledge that none of them could ever satisfy you in the way he can.

thus, he presses the heel of his palm against the throbbing bulge in his pants, attempting to quell the surge of desire. his fingers tap restlessly at his phone screen, your salacious story flashing before his eyes once more, eliciting a low, ragged groan from deep within him.

matthew.sturniolo sent you a message : Need a ride? Gotta talk to you about something important, princess.

the immediacy with which you open that notification is almost reflexive. a testament to the alacrity with which you have always responded to him.

yet, it was uncharacteristic for him to adopt any semblance of earnestness with you. the tacit understanding between you both was unequivocal: he relished the company of a pretty girl to his heart’s content, unburdened by the exigencies of pressure or commitment, which was indubitably for the best, given matt sturniolo’s enigmatic nature.

“has something happened?” you inquired as matt allowed a breathier, almost sardonic chuckle to escape his lips while scanning over the message. he let it linger for a few more seconds, savoring the moment, fully cognizant of your tendencies and the intricate dance of anticipation that played between you both.

thus, he was already en route with an unquenchable pulsate in his cock as you sent your location a few moments later.

matthew.sturniolo sent you a message : See you soon, sweet girl

the impatience seeps through him like a relentless tide. 

matt becomes acutely aware of it, the realization dawning as he clutches the rhythmic tattoo of his slender fingers drumming against the wheel, each tap a testament to the silent storm brewing within. 

yet his impatience pales in comparison to his mounting annoyance, a sentiment vividly betrayed by the imprint of his throbbing cock, oozing against the fabric of his slacks when you finally step out from the dim, grimy doorway he has been fixated on with an intense glare for what feels like an eternity.

but you’re wide-eyed and so adorable when you notice the familiar vehicle, one you’ve seen the inside of a few too many times for it to be just casual now.

yet, your eyes, wide with innocent wonder, betray an endearing charm as they alight upon the familiar vehicle— one whose interior you have explored with such frequency that it has transcended the realm of casual familiarity

  he suddenly feels too hot under his clothes as he’s clears his throat, his eyes following your figure until you’re opening the passenger door with a smile that’s just as pretty as you always are.

there is no hesitation as you approach him, the radiant smile that unfurls across your features upon recognizing the chestnut-tressed man in the driver’s seat ignites a warm, effervescent sensation within his chest. 

a sudden, oppressive warmth engulfs his throat as he clears, his eyes unwaveringly following your graceful figure until you open the passenger door, your smile unfurling with a beauty that is as enchanting as ever.

your grasp of the world and his standing was but a fleeting shadow in the vast expanse of reality. you knew that he was a youtuber, yet your knowledge was limited to the whispered confessions he shared during those tender nights, your body resting against the rhythmic cadence of his heartbeat.

however, any trepidations that dared to creep into your thoughts were swiftly vanquished when matt, with a voice imbued by unwavering resolve, assured you that there was no cause for worry.

he would be your unwavering sentinel, shielding you from all harm.

as you finally settle into the car, he perceives the flicker of apprehension in your eyes, recognizing that you likely suspect he has called you here for a matter of grave importance.

"is everything alright? your message left me unnerved, matt,” you murmur, your voice a soft whisper that disrupts his obscure reverie, yet paradoxically seems to stoke the embers of his desire.

  he chooses to let the silence stretch, the tension palpable in the air as both of you take a breath, savoring the moment. the pause lingers, a deliberate tease, before he finally shifts the car into drive, a mischievous grin playing on his lips.

"oh? worried about me, sweet thing?" he replies, his voice a low, velvety murmur. his large palm comes to rest against your thigh, giving it a reassuring squeeze. yet, despite his comforting touch, your eyes still brim with curiosity, silently questioning the abrupt end to your night. not that it mattered much; after all, your ride home was graced by the presence of someone as irresistibly handsome as matt.

or who could’ve been your ride home if he actually had any intention of taking you there. but just as quickly as the car starts, it stops again in a darkened alley, one you've both scoped out before. your 'driver' reclines his seat back, a silent invitation as he pats his lap expectantly, the shadows playing across his face in the dim light.

“matt-“ you huff, playfully rolling your eyes. yet, as you attempt to slide over the center console, you feign ignorance to the way the corners of matt’s lips widen into a knowing smile. "is this why you picked me up... seriously?" your voice carries a whiny edge, spoken through a pout that holds no real irritation. not when you feel the chestnut-haired man’s hands, warm and familiar, taking their usual place on your hips, guiding you effortlessly onto his own.

"hmm.. come on now, don’t try and pretend you weren’t teasing me. did ya’ miss my cock, ‘s that it?" matt drawls, his voice a low, mellifluous murmur that seems to permeate your very essence. 

as he leans forward, his lips graze along your jawline, sending electrifying shivers down your spine. a deep, guttural grunt escapes him at the first lascivious press of your pussy against his clothed cock, even through the fabric. 

his fingers twitch into your skin, a silent and fervent entreaty for more, each touch igniting an insatiable yearning.

"looked fuckin’ greedy for it in those pictures, princess." he’s such a tease, and he can feel the palpable effect his words have on you when your next exhale trembles against his neck. 

gooseflesh erupts along his ivory skin at the tantalizing proximity of your bodies, but it’s not enough for him; he yearns for you closer, a voracious need that demands fulfillment.

matt feels your fingers trace against the nape of his neck, eliciting an involuntary shudder from him. 

he deliberately exhales a prolonged breath against the shell of your ear, the warmth cascading over your skin. 

his lips then begin a tantalizing journey, pressing kisses along your cheeks and trailing them to the very corner of your lips, only to stop short, just to revel in the endearing whine you emit in response to his calculated tease.

"you can simply confess that you missed me..." you manage to tease back, though your breath catches in your throat when matt finally allows his lips to brush yours. slender fingers traverse the expanse of your skin until they grip your jaw, rendering you immobile as if ensuring you cannot close the distance until he decrees it.

his movements are excruciatingly deliberate, tantalizing, yet just close enough for you to discern the next low rumble of his words. "is that so?"

he doesn’t give you a moment to process his words, let alone respond, before his lips are on yours, and he’s kissing you like he’s been starved for this all night. 

his movements are urgent, a stark contrast to the playful nonchalance he usually wears like armor. when his tongue slips past your lips, dancing with your own, you feel the tension melt from his shoulders, a subtle shiver running through his hips.

the way your whimpers dance through the air leaves him feeling dazed, a lingering echo of the drink you had before he arrived still present. 

you hadn’t consumed enough to feel a buzz, but just enough for him to taste the cloying sweetness of the liquid on his tongue as he sucks on yours, groaning at how it momentarily satiates his sweet tooth, yet leaves his deeper craving for you unfulfilled.

the initial, delicate brush of your fingers against the waistband of his slacks elicits a deep, heavy exhale from him, as if he is releasing a breath he had unknowingly been holding, the sensation weaving a spell of ardor over him.

matt’s own fingers reluctantly abandon your skin to assist in tugging them down, a sigh escaping his lips at the first hint of sexual liberation. with a single, decisive tug, he pulls the constrictive fabric away, until his leaking cock rests against his abdomen.

he clicks his tongue in mild frustration when you pull away from him, lifting your dress up around your hips, the motion a tantalizing tease that leaves him yearning for your touch once more.

his abdomen tightens with a jolt of ecstasy, sending his mind spiraling into a fuzzy haze, where coherent thought dissolves into the intoxicating sensation of pure, unadulterated bliss when your hand wraps around the foundation of his cock, giving it sequence of deliberate, languorous pumps as matt groans, subdued and ragged before he’s sending you a grin which causes an involuntary constriction within your very core, as if your innermost being is ensnared by an invisible force. “knew you were fuckin’ hungry for it, sweet girl,”

one of your arms hooks around his shoulders, and it feels almost instinctual the way his arm snakes around your hips, drawing you nearer. his larger hand gently supplants yours as he positions his pulsating tip between your legs, and then his lips find yours once more, sealing the moment with a kiss that speaks volumes.

fuck, he takes solace in the knowledge that he alone is privy to this intimate vision of you, a privilege that fills him with a profound sense of contentment. matt believes that with the very first caress of his cock through your folds, it would render his mind a void, shrouded in a misty haze as he watches his cum effuse from your puffy cunt.

his cock twitches underneath you when he feels it prod at your flexing hole, his eyes fluttering closed in bliss when he finally begins to sink into you. he’d normally take his time prepping you for the stretch, but when your lips part to moan at the first saccharine squeeze around him, he thinks your pussy was made to fucking take him anyway.

his cock convulses underneath you when he feels it prod at your flexing hole, his eyes gradually flutter shut in a state of bliss as he finally succumbs to the embrace of your tight cunt. he would typically dedicate ample time to meticulously readying you for the stretch, yet, in the moment when your lips gently part to moan at the first saccharine squeeze around him, he thinks your pussy was made to fucking take him anyway.

“shit, wish they could see how fuckin’ pretty y’ look on my cock, princess.," he murmurs. by "they," he refers to the silent spectators who have glimpsed your story through matt's eyes. he shouldn't care, shouldn't dwell on it as much as he does, but oh, how it consumes him.

but now, you find yourself here, and now, it is he who conjures your moans and sighs, as his cock deeper into the warmth of your cunt. his eyes drift downward to observe the delicate manner in which your puffy folds unfurl for him and he thinks you’re fucking hypnotizing.

he allows his head to recline against the headrest, a sigh escaping his lips as he senses the moment your hips align perfectly with his, giving you a moment to acclimate to the stretch, all the while striving to maintain his composure and not succumb to its biting embrace.

but you are as eager as you are radiant, and matt feels as though he has ascended to heaven with the first genuine sensation of your body dancing against his, elevating your hips until only the tip of his cock is reposing in your warm flesh before your pussy descends once more into repose.

his eyes, once reminiscent of the ocean's azure depths, have now darkened, their hue transformed into a stormy, intense focus on the way your pretty tits jiggle with every saturated affinity of your hips with his

“it feels so fucking good, matt," you murmur through parted, pouty lips, your thoughts clouded with arousal for his sinful prowess. you lose yourself in the sensation of his proximity, and it's almost instinctual the way his fingers find their way to the nape of your neck, drawing you in for a kiss that is as fervent as it is necessary.

matt kisses you as if you are the first drop of water on his parched tongue after a relentless drought, savoring every essence you offer and more, as his body moves in perfect harmony with yours.

“yeah? nobody treat this pretty pussy like i do, princess? i know what y’ need.” he grunts against your lips, his cheeks tinged with a rosy flush, and with the way he's holding you—desperation etched in the firmness of his grip against your skin—you'd think you might dissolve into the ether if he dared to let you go. “fuck— this pussy was made for me”

the muscles in matt’s sculpted physique quiver beneath you, trembling with a barely contained intensity when he grinds his hips up to meet yours, deliberately pulverizing his pelvis along your puffy clit until he’s swallowing those pretty sounds that only he likes to pull from you. the blunt head of his cock slides along every one of your sweet spots perfectly and it feels like he’s igniting every nerve ending in your body.

the rhythm he establishes is nothing short of remarkable, considering his imposing stature and the confined quarters of the car, but the way he fucks you is more than just that. it’s unrelenting but fervent, and the warmth that only he can ignite along your thighs makes you feel as though you’ve swallowed the very essence of the sun itself when he holds you closer, momentarily pulling away to gaze upon you once more.

“yes- ah! i, i need you.. matt, fuck.” you exhale a dreamy sigh, your cheeks flushing with a rosy hue as a whirlwind of emotions stirs within you. 

the flustered sensation courses through your veins, making your heart race and your thoughts scatter like leaves in the wind as your pussy squelches, drenched and disheveled as the sounds reverberate through the confines of the car, creating an intricate symphony that dances along the wall, yet, matt has transcended the point of concern regarding who might overhear. you resonate so pretty for him when he’s forcing his cock deeper into your slick cunt, his pelvis grinding against your clit while your nails delve profoundly into his back, discovering uncharted territories, and leaving crimson trails in their wake.

“oh yeah? ‘m i your one and only? this pussy all mine?” he emits a guttural groan, fully aware that such a request is beyond propriety, yet the mere contemplation of it propels him towards an inevitable climax. you, in turn, let out a soft, knowing giggle, for you both understand the undeniable truth in his words.

your rhythm falters, your body instinctively gravitating towards his, enveloping him in a way he has never experienced, leaving him utterly consumed by your presence.

he finds himself utterly powerless when you cast that enchanting, starry-eyed glance his way, causing his breath to catch and his composure to unravel.

yet, he is acutely aware of how close you are when that starry-eyed glance is accompanied by the languid roll of your hips and another needy constrict of your cunt around his cock, and, fuck, if you demanded his very soul at that moment, he wouldn’t hesitate to let you entwine it with your own.

for matt harbors a fervent desire to possess you entirely, wishing to render you unattainable for anyone else. he is avaricious, fully aware of his own nature, yet remains utterly indifferent to it. he yearns to claim every fragment of your being, cursing coarsely as he fucks into you eagerly. his hands nearly clenched into fists at your hips, as your moan, so sweet and melodic, resonated for him. “yesyesyes, matt- g-god.“

another groan emanates from his lungs in response to the insistent coaxing of your walls, the reverberation of his tone resonating deep within his chest, and you feel your body nearly succumb with each powerful thrust upward into you.

every thrust into you is propelled by the formidable strength of his physique and the unadulterated fervor of his desire for you, feeling matt ruthlessly slam his cock into your stretched cunt, as he draws you closer.

nuzzling into the crook of your neck, he murmurs half-drunken praises, each word dripping with fervor and cascading down your spine like liquid fire.

he lets out a deeper, more resonant grunt escape his lips this time, reverberating with a newfound intensity.

with another mindless throb of his cock, pulsating with a pure lewd, he lets his slender fingers weave a delicate path between your bodies, finally anchoring themselves with purpose between your thighs.

as he rolls your puffy clit in sticky circles, and if he wasn’t fucking you mindless you’d maybe be able to recognise the familiar signature against the puffy bud.

but he synchronizes the movements with the rhythmic oscillation of his hips, driving upwards into yours with a deliberate cadence, and instead your breath is skipping and he feels your pussy throb around him as he grits his teeth.

“shit, gonna cum f’ me, sweet thing? no holding back on me now.” he hums, his words flowing with a polished ease despite the underlying current of need they carry, until your hips falter and you let your head fall forward, finding solace in the crook of his neck.

“i’m gonna— matt! fuck!” you emit a high-pitched squeal, while matt releases a deep, resonant groan. his hips press into yours, snug and tight, as the first milking compression of your walls ensnares him. he bites his lip, a futile attempt to restrain himself, panting against the dip of your shoulder as he coaxes and fucks you through the mind numbing orgasm only he can give to you. 

“that’s it, so good f’ me.. only me, yeah?” he rasps, and the praise cascades down your spine, causing your eyes to roll back. each stuttered bounce of your hips against his interrupts your needy, breathless chants of his name as a ring of gooey liquid forms around the base of his cock every time his hips draw back beneath you. 

“take me so well, don’cha? fuck, princess. pussy’s fuckin’ made for me.” your breathing becomes ragged, and Matt feels your body meld seamlessly into his. his jaw tightens as he hisses through clenched teeth, finally releasing his warmth deep within you.

his cock pulsates and congeals as he compresses at your hips, his brows crumbling while he curls over you, and there’s a thin sheen of sweat across his forehead, his hair sticking slightly as he loses himself in the fluttering pull of your body and your cunt.

he finally stills with the slight sting of overstimulation but you still feel warm where you’re chest is pressed tight against his, his fingers grazing along the length of your spine in the intimate silence that stretches after. but then you whimper and pull back to give him a look that makes his usual smirk curl his lips.

  “is this seriously why you picked me up, matt?” you hum, your voice lilting into a playful cadence, and he responds with a laugh—a more breathless resonance, as you emulate his tone impeccably. subsequently, he bestows upon you one of his most dashing smiles and places a moist, ticklish kiss upon your cheek, prompting a cascade of giggles from you.

“huh? nuh uh, angel. think we both agreed you were asking for it.” matt drawls back, his words still slightly slurred in the lingering aftermath of pleasure, yet the playful tone that always accompanies his speech remains discernible.

“yeah right.. did you really like the pictures that much?” you pose your question yet again, watching as he sends you an amused wink. he then deftly squeezes your cheeks together between his fingers, pressing a kiss against your lips as they jut out in response.

“hope you took some that’s just for me, yeah?” he teases, wiggling his brows but then you’re laughing and squirming back over to the passenger seat, and as much as he already misses the warm press of your skin against his, he still feels heat bloom in his chest when he catches you smiling anyway. 

“i feel gross now, i gotta go home and shower.” you mumble as you pull down your dress and matt follows as he tucks his cock back into his slacks. but he can’t help the way his large palm naturally reaches over to rest against your thigh, squeezing at the skin before he’s leaning across the center console to ghost his lips along your own. 

“oh? you thought you were getting off easy? nights still young, sweet thing.”

[astrialuvs]

Headcanons for Akabane Karma as Himself | as a Friend | as a Lover

➻ PAIRING : akabane karma x reader

➻ CONTENT WARNING : my headcanons to these red-haired boy 😗🫶 pt. 2

➻ WORD COUNT : 1119 words

a/n: i'm sorry for the late upload (hehe). idrk when will i post the last..

another a/n: i might uplaod my hcs for gakushuu too (idk when)  😅

He boinks a book at you when he notices you dozing off, even though you invited him for a review at the library.

It was expected that his presence at a study session you had organized would boost your motivation to review more. However, the sheer boredom of you—the library and staleness, with lamps flickering in—created by such a dull background was working against you. However, as you focused on your notes, fatigue set in, and your eyelids began to droop.

On the other side of the table, Karma was partially immersed in his world, playing video games on his phone. He watched you fight against the advancing wave of sleep without your knowledge. His mind, however, was unconventional and quick to find new approaches even in silence, so he selected some method of making you stay awake.

Karma smiled slyly as he picked up a nearby book and figured out its direction before throwing it at you. The book hit softly against your head with a ‘boink.’ The shock hit you suddenly, and you glared at him aggressively.

"Karma, really?" you cried out, massaging the area of your head where the book hit.

He stared at you innocently, as if amazed. He quipped, "Hey! You were drifting off. Just doing my part to keep you alert and focused." His reply made you scoffed.

The unexpected wake-up call worked. The interruption caused by Karma had effectively broken down your sleepiness, which was looming large over you. Even if his approach was a little absurd, your lips curled slightly as you realized that, despite the circumstances, Karma had managed to maintain punctuality and spontaneous stimulation throughout the study.

Who's your rival in academics, sports, or video games, but expect a healthy dose of rivalry.

Under the dim light of Karma's gaming console screen, you and Karma were fighting in a video game. The room was alive with the rhythm of powerful blasts from controllers and the overdrive sound of your playful outcasts.

When the unreal battle appeared on screen, Karma couldn't help but smile knowingly. He teased, "Are you prepared to go down this round?" He touched the control with his fingers.

You countered with a confident smile. "I suppose we will find out. I hope you've been reviewing what you've learned, Karma."

The taunting was competitive, with each of you attempting to manipulate and navigate around the other in the video game. Laughter and occasional shouts of victory or defeat filled the room.

Despite intense competition, you and Karma maintained a tacit understanding. Each of you was respectful of the other's gaming abilities, which elevated the game beyond mere contention. Each action received either a respectful agreement or a quick-witted look, as if to emphasize the importance of jest in this competitive environment where fun was the ultimate goal.

Throughout the game, however, Karma managed to gain a foothold on you in a spectacular manner. He declared triumphantly, "Guess I won this time."

"Very good Karma. But the night is just beginning, and you still have a long way to go towards victory."

Whom you two have your own language and gestures, such as all-knowing smirks and eye signals.

You and Karma were always caught in an unusual act of communication while inside a gathering. A conversation, laughter, and the clinking of glasses filled the room, but the two of you conversed silently.

At that point, a mutual wink or fugitive eye signal was sufficient, as was your own secret code that went beyond written language. Those who were preoccupied with other people's conversations were unaware of the silent little communicative move that occurred between you and Karma, during which a sense of trust and unity developed.

Karma suddenly poured an all-knowing smirk on your face as you two shared that moment when nothing was said and no words were required. This was a language born out of shared experiences, inside jokes, and an unwritten oath that would grow stronger over time.

Whether it was a response to the ongoing conversation, a lighthearted joke, or simply two people having fun together, the smiles and eye movements were enough. It became a testament to your friendship, like a secret code known only to the two of you.

Who flicks your forehead at very random moments, whether at a serious moment, when you are spaced out, or eating.

Sitting in the library among rows of textbooks, which you shared with Karma during serious discussions about upcoming exams. He raised his brow with a mischievous look in his eyes, taking advantage of the opportunity while you were deep in conversation with him.

He suddenly warned you, "Watch out!" before flicking your forehead in an unexpected but friendly gesture.

You blinked in surprise and laughed. "Karma? Come on. I'm trying to concentrate here!"

"Absolutely! Distraction helps keep the mind alert and focused.

* * *

The following week, during a quiet moment in the school courtyard, Karma appeared beside you.

He quipped jokingly, "More deep thinking?" and hit you again on the forehead to emphasize his point.

You smiled childishly and shot at him. "Am I not allowed to get away from your forehead flicks?"

"What's the big deal about that?" he inquired, an enticing smile forming in his eyes.

* * *

With a flick, Karma took advantage of even the most casual lunch you two had together in your school cafeteria, for example, when you were about to bite on your sandwich.

"Karma!" You cried, partly laughing and partly protesting.

"Can't get away from that, it turns normal circumstances into extraordinary ones!"

As a result, Karma's forehead flicks have become an integral part of your daily conversations. These playful actions, whether trying to be serious or comical in nature, made your friendship have good moments between laughs and joy as if knitted on quicksilver.

Whom you share your "teas" and gossips with.

You and Karma were seated in a quiet nook of the local cafe, enjoying gentle conversation while smelling freshly brewed coffee and hearing distant murmurs. In that safe space, the "teas" and gossip flowed freely like threads woven for people's sheer amusement and trust.

How remarkable was it that, facing each other, you leaned forward, eager to share current events, even if they were scandalous. Karma began this exchange with a wink of the eye and in secret, initially sublimating it into a joke.

"All right, it's tea time. What is the most juicy detail about the incriminating rumor you have?"

As a result, the conversation became filled with laughter and animated faces. You would occasionally make comical observations about your classmates, teachers, and other characters in your lives.The teas shared were an entertaining mix of witty retorts, secrets offered and whispered, and bantered conspiracies.

[ingravinoveritas]

So, some folks have probably seen by now that the trailer for Michael's appearance on The Assembly this Friday has dropped, and the first question shown is, "How does it feel to be dating with someone who's only 5 years older than your daughter?"

Already, I am seeing people clutching their pearls in response to this, particularly on Twitter. Saying that it's an inappropriate question, that this person has an opportunity to ask Michael anything and chooses this, that he looks so uncomfortable, and so on. One piece of context that seems to be missing is that (to my knowledge), none of the interviewers are fans of Michael's. They were given the opportunity to do research prior to the interview and developed their questions based on that, but none (again, AFAIK) are coming from the vantage of being a fan. So immediately, that gives a different sense of where the interviewers are coming from and how this shapes and informs the interview itself.

What also came to mind is that if Michael is uncomfortable, it's worth thinking about why that might be. It seems like a lot of fans have created this perfect portrait of Michael and Anna's relationship in their minds, so if we are to follow the logic of that--if his and AL's relationship is as sunshine and roses as many people believe it to be--then Michael might be surprised by the question, but probably wouldn't be uncomfortable. Yet in the trailer, we can see the change in his body language and the way he tenses up immediately after the question is asked. Because for as talented an actor as he is, Michael absolutely cannot seem to hide his true feelings as himself.

I also definitely think that whatever answer he gives to that question will be a PR answer. Which is not to suggest that Michael will be dishonest, but rather that he will be polite, but likely without saying what he really feels about their relationship. Again, do I think he owes anyone his full, unvarnished emotions? No, of course not. But Michael is a fully grown adult man who is more than aware of the consequences of his actions, and he does not need to be "protected" or shielded from such questions. So if fans are uncomfortable with Michael's discomfort in talking about a relationship he's been in for the last five years, it might be a good idea to think about why that is.

The other thing I wanted to mention is that the editing of the trailer is already confirming some of my previously-held fears where the autistic/neurodivergent interviewers are portrayed as rude/weird, and Michael is "so brave" for taking on the "challenge" of being interviewed by "those people." It's somehow a combination of objectifying and dehumanizing, putting us (I include myself, as an autistic person) in the category of "other" for actually saying out loud what other people are only thinking. This both entirely disregards the producers/editors tacit encouragement as part of the format of this, and Michael being willing to answer, and demonizes/places the blame on the ND interviewers instead.

That is my take on the trailer, at any rate. I still intend to watch the full show once it's released, and am hopeful that the joyful atmosphere found in other parts of the trailer will prevail throughout the show. Happy as always to hear from my followers with your thoughts, so feel free to chime in...

[philosophicalconservatism]

Social traditions, Burke pointed out, are forms of knowledge. They contain the residues of many trials and errors, and the inherited solutions to problems that we all encounter... Social traditions exist because they enable a society to reproduce itself. Destroy them heedlessly and you remove the guarantee offered by one generation to the next. In discussing tradition, we are not discussing arbitrary rules and conventions. We are discussing *answers* that have been discovered to enduring *questions*. These answers are tacit, shared, embodied in social practices and inarticulate expectations. Those who adopt them are not necessarily able to explain them

Roger Scruton (1949-2020) English Conservative philosopher

[probablyasocialecologist]

Some of the surviving members of the Cuban paramilitary invasion force went on to serve as hired guns for the CIA and other US agencies. Others continued to operate under their own initiatives. Many individuals affiliated with the Bay of Pigs invasion continued anti-Castro activities alone with US acquiescence, rather than direct support. Successor anti-Castro groups emerged such as Coordination of United Revolutionary Organizations (CORU), Alpha 66 and Omega 7. Luis Posada, for example, perhaps the most famous former CIA asset (1961–67) as part of the Brigade 2506 invasion force at the Bay of Pigs and a trained demolition expert, was behind the bombing of a Cuban Airline killing 73 people in 1976, with, according to declassified documents, full CIA advanced knowledge of the plan. Posada was also involved in a number of other bombing plots and terrorist attacks against Castro and Cuban nationals. One of these included planting bombs in Panama for which he was arrested and sentenced to eight years in prison. Despite this, he was kept in cahoots with the CIA and was later hired by Col. Oliver North to aid the Iran-Contra resupply efforts in the late 1980s. Another “freedom fighter,” ex-CIA operative, and friend of Posada, Orlando Bosch headed CORU, linked not only to the bombing of a Cuban airplane but also terrorist activities in the Miami area. According to a 1993 US Department of Justice report, many of these actors operated under the assumption that they had tacit or implicit support from the US government, based on the fact that they had received training and direction to commit these types of acts in the past.

Andrew Thomson, Outsourced Empire: How Militias, Mercenaries, and Contractors Support US Statecraft

[venstm]

@chipen ♡ That  proud,  impeccable  facade  hawk’s  donned  for  the  sake  of  the  public  was  nothing  short  of  a  farce.  He  knew  how  it  fractured,  fissures  burgeoning  to  the  edges  of  those  majestic,  red  feathers,  apertures  opening so  wide  and  cavernous  that  they  might  swallow  him.  It  was  reflected  in  his  discerning  gaze,  in  the  way  he  always  sought  the  most  advantageous  option,  appraising  details  others  might  glance  over  with  precision  that  was  a  prerequisite  to  survival.  Dabi  knew  what  it  looked  like  because  it  was  integrated  in  him  as  well,  the  act  of  survival  in  spite  of  every  outward  factor  aiming  for  your  inevitable  demise,  it  was  like  glimpsing  an  apparition  of  his  past  in  shattered  fragments  of  glass.  They  were  a  similar  breed  of  despicable,  Hawks  just  fell  within  the  purview  of  the  heroes  in  a  way  Dabi  never  could.  Ah,  if  only  he  had  turned  out  like  him,  wouldn’t  that  old  bastard  of  his  be  proud  of  him  then.  His  skin  itched,  a  recurring,  incessant  crawling  beneath  the  pieces  of  desiccated  skin  his  staples  kept  secured.  His  steps  behind  the  hero  were  furtive,  silent,  his  presence  a  billowing  darkness  that  seeped  around  his  peripheries  and  blinded  him  with  the  imminent  scent  of  acrid  smoke.  ❝  just  on  time,  actually.  ❞  his  retort  was  effortless,  casual,  the  sort  of  blasé  that  promised  every  encounter  of  theirs  would  play  out  in  a  similar  way.  It  doesn’t  disguise  the  fact  that  the  two  of  them  had  gotten  far  more  intimate  than  any  hero  and  villain  ever  should,  didn’t  that  mark  Hawks  as  some  sort  of  ludicrous  rendition  of  a traitor,  even  if  he  was  playing  both  sides  effortlessly,  Dabi  was  only  here  to  do  his  part  in  Shigaraki’s  plans.  ❝  good’ta  know  you’re  still  keeping  tabs  on  me,  can’t  imagine  a  hero  like  you  has  anything  better  to  do. ❞  there's  heat  within  his  crooked  fingers  as  they  card  through  those  precious  feathers,  the  way  he  could  sear  the  imprint  of  his  blighted  hands  into  the  sinuous  curve  of  his  spine,  right  between  them,  a  temptation  he  would,  for  now,  repress.  He  doesn’t  notice  the  bleeding,  never  does  these  days,  as  if  the  sensation  of  pain  had  become  so  repetitive  that  it  was  dull,  boring.  Hawk’s  does,  his  astute  senses  grazing  over  Dabi’s  grotesque  features  before  reaching  out  and  swiping  it  away,  it  was  such  a  tender  gesture  that  it  made  his  insides  churn  with  what  he  decided  was  disgust.  ❝  not  to  get  ahead  of  myself  but,  you  don’t  keep  your  interests.  ❞  they  both  know  what  is  implied  within  that  accentuated  word  ❝  very  well  hidden. ❞    it  was  intended  to  sound  derisive  but  as  his  voice  dips  an  octave  or  two  lower,  the  rasp  returning  in  a  cruel,  taunting  sort  of  way,  it  comes  out  far  more  sultry.  

The  ruthless  blue  of  his  eyes  gaze  down  at  the  hero,  a  coalescence  of  resentment  and  barely  concealed  lust  growing  lucent  within  them.    ❝  we  should  get  down’ta  business,  i  would  hate  for  you  to  feel  like  you’re  wastin’  your  time  with  me.  ❞   long,  gaunt  fingers  skim  over  the  soft  inner  skin  of  his  wrist,  tilting  his  head,  a  signal  to  beckon  Hawks  inside  the  warehouse.  Out  here,  where  the  rooftop  was  wide  and  open  there  was  a  tacit  advantage  had  over  him  and  it  was  quite  obvious  where  he  stood  with  that  knowledge.  What  he  had  in  store  for  that  little  two-faced  hero  well,  that  was  still  to  be  decided  depending  on  how  volatile  he  was  feeling  after  listening  to  his  little  spiel  and  who  could  say,  maybe  a  little  gratuitous  violence  would  get  them  both  going.  ❝  you  coming  or  what,  birdie  ?  ❞  and  he  turned  his  back  on  him  and  began  the  trek  inside,  knowing  how  unwise  it  was  but  his  posture  was  far  too  casual  to  give  away  how  tense  it  might  have  made  him.  Leave  that  speculation  up  to  the  pros.  

[tacit-semantics]

I’ll admit one of the most. Confusing things about life is figuring out if everyone else is as confused about things as I am or if it’s like a Problem problem

[lickthecowhappy]

Table of Contents

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Miscellaneous

Sad Playlist and Music Analysis (All songs linked within the post)

[grenade-maid]

I think the whole pop culture front of imperialism is honestly pretty interesting and revealing for how starkly they show certain dynamics. One of the things that comes up frequently when invoking the ussr for example is this image of a bleak grey cultural landscape where fun was outlawed, there were no movies, no fiction, no music, and anything from the outside was strictly banned. A cursory look, though, reveals a different picture. Russia was one of the biggest worldwide media importers of the 20th century, and Russians on average watched more movies and read more books than Americans at the time. To my knowledge the most popular were Indian and Mexican titles. But Americans don't really know or care about Russian, Indian, or Mexican media, so all of this is invisible compared to the imagination of rock and roll and Hollywood liberating the poor benighted people of the East.

You see this even moreso today with the outrage expressed towards the reception of American movies in China which has, in the last 6-7 years, morphed into outrage that domestically produced Chinese movies are more popular in China than American movies. The tacit assumption seeming to be that clearly ours are superior and are, again, somehow a liberatory force against authority. But how often do you hear an American talk about a Chinese movie?

None of it is really about movies, just protecting and projecting a sense of American cultural superiority.

[thoughtsandfiction]

Clocking in for my shift as part of the defence team in this trial:

If the vampire court seeks to establish parity regarding the enforcement of The Great Laws through these proceedings, then we move that the person on trial should be the alleged victim, Monsieur de Lioncourt!

I would remind the court that there is an established precedent in prosecuting violations of the first law. The prosecutor himself, the vampire Santiago, was made without the approval of the coven leader. The blame and punishment lay solely with his maker. We must, therefore, enforce the laws similarly in this case!

It is through Monsieur de Lioncourt that the vampires Louis and Claudia were made in violation of the first law (only a coven master may order the working of the dark gift) and the second law (The Dark Gifts must never be given to the crippled, the maimed, or to children). His reasons for these crimes are not the business of this court. But all other charges brought forth against the vampires Louis and Claudia stem from the carelessness of their maker and his reckless disregard for The Great Laws! This is the original sin! How can we judge these fledgling vampires who were created in a place so far removed from the history and culture that has governed vampires? How can we let the testimony of the man who kept them ignorant condemn them?!

On the charge of violating the 5th law wrt:Lestat de Lioncourt, we seek dismissal on the grounds that no crime has been committed. How could there be? He sits before this court! Are we to persecute vampires for acts of violence committed against each other that don't result in death? Volatile as you are?? It would mean the extinction of the species!

Furthermore, we move to dismiss all charges brought against the vampire Madeleine. The vampires Louis and Claudia received the tacit approval for her turning from the coven leader Armand. Though he did not work the dark gift himself, he had knowledge of their intentions and made no move to use his considerable power to stop them. She has violated no great laws and should be allowed to leave the theatre with her life.

Lastly, we seek extradition. The accused are American vampires. All alleged crimes were committed in New Orleans and should be tried under that jurisdiction. They can not be tried for alleged crimes committed in America by a European coven and certainly are not subject to the rulings of their Maitre.

[nanshe-of-nina]

Women’s History Meme || Scandals (big or small) (4/5) ↬ The abduction of Marie of Calabria

This task became increasingly difficult, particularly after the rivalry between the Tarantini and Durazzeschi was exacerbated by the clandestine (and possibly forced) 1343 marriage of Mary of Naples (then only thirteen) to Charles of Durazzo (1323–48). Mary stood second in line to the throne; the marriage, which made Charles the husband of Naples’ possible future queen, violated the terms of Mary’s betrothal to Louis of Hungary but had tacit papal approval. Naples became a hotbed of intrigue that threatened to erupt into open feuding. Clement VI was obliged to maintain constant contact with the Neapolitan branches of the Angevin family, with Johanna and her advisors, and with the increasingly irate Hungarians as he struggled to sustain the fragile peace within this most dysfunctional of families. — From She-Wolf to Martyr: The Reign and Disputed Reputation of Johanna I of Naples by Elizabeth Casteen But Agnes [of Périgord], having anticipated this response, was ready for it. Two days later, on March 28, the house of Durazzo launched the second, covert half of its plan. One of Maria’s ladies- in- waiting, a young woman by the name of Margherita di Ceccano, herself the niece of a cardinal, was an accomplice to the plot. With Margherita’s help, Charles of Durazzo quietly lured his young fiancée into the west garden of the Castel Nuovo, which abutted the grounds of his family’s estate. According to Domenico da Gravina, from there he “abducted” her to his castle, where a sympathetic priest was waiting. This priest, by the power invested in him in accordance with one of the secret bulls signed by the pope, then hurriedly and secretly married the couple. But the performance of so unorthodox a nuptial sacrament was not enough to assure Charles of his bride. So just to make certain that there was no going back, as soon as the priest was finished, the duke of Durazzo took the precaution of consummating the marriage. Or, as Domenico da Gravina, relaying information that was obviously common knowledge at the time, reported, “having intercourse, it is said, and keeping her in his own palace.” Even an environment as sexually permissive as court life in Naples apparently had its limits. Charles’ and Maria’s behavior scandalized the kingdom. Worse, it goaded the house of Taranto to drop its diplomatic effort in favor of a strategy centered on armed conflict. — The Lady Queen: The Notorious Reign of Joanna I, Queen of Naples, Jerusalem, and Sicily by Nancy Goldstone

[alphaketoglutaricacid]

The closest you'll ever get to a peer

Design for shuros mom from @imaybe5tupid here

I have been feeling emboldened heres more shit i made up about shuros mom and maizuru from the majesty of my mind...

Maizuru admires her from afar bc one time she saw her nurse a hurt sparrow back to health and she was like wow... shes so kind...to a creature that will give nothing to her in return.... unlike me.... her #principles... and #SheFellinLoveInstantly

Toshiro's mom was new to the house and never entirely adjusted, shes always felt out of place and doesn't really know what to do. As a result, as the years gone by shes gotten more and more reclusive. At the start, she secretly admired how maizuru interacted deftly with everyone in the house and thought she was graceful but felt too shy to talk to her.

I don't think toshiros mom wanted any of her children and she feels guilty about hoisting that responsibility to maizuru thru inaction but not enough to be present in any of her son's lives. Maizuru entirely blames toshitsugu for this arrangement and this is fine w toshiros mom.

maizuru has this completely idealized version of her that she holds onto for her own sanity. And despite her intelligence, shes selectively oblivious to what shuros mom gives her tacit approval on

toshiros mom initially felt bad about maizurus relationship w toshitsugu n the fact a clearly brilliant woman has to do that to maintain power but gradually became so disillusioned w how maizuru lets her husband do whatever that she grows to resent her even tho she does the same to the point she cant stand seeing her around

maizuru just took this to the chin but i think deep down it broke something in her she cant name

The push n pull of complicity thru inaction and being the one who does the dirty work no one else will do is really interesting to me wrt to their relationship as well as them being the women w power in the house

As toshiro ages, he looks more n more like his mother n it makes maizuru wistful

toshitsugus been condemned to hard labor in the yuri mines. (Jk hes escaping the consequences of ruining ppls lives thru carelessness as always)

izutsumis treatment concerns toshiros mom to the point she almost talks to maizuru again but she takes one look at her and all her resentment and admiration for her comes rushing back and she doesnt say a word. When izutsumis card declines in therapy, i truely believe theyre sending in all the adults that saw something wrong happening and said nothing at that house and when thats done, inexplicably they start sending in the canaries and the queen of the elves for suppressing knowledge of ancient magic and managing to ruin her life from 1000000 miles away #remotework.

[ssaalexblake]

Under the Cloak of War has awakened a fascination in me over how Pike’s naivety and idealism was the result of a deliberate decision on the command of starfleet. Admiral Cornwell tells us so in Discovery. They kept him away from this horror on purpose, because he IS starfleet and they did not want to lose that. 

Somebody in the leadership of starfleet knew that when this war ended, they’d Need somebody in a position of influence who was in no way affected by it and could do the hard things that somebody who had been in the thick of it could not (and they were serious about that not being the job of who was involved. We’re given three characters who were involved in the war and All of them find this hellish, triggering and infuriating, and they are never asked to see the light by the narrative. There is no this side/that side about it for them. They are allowed and supported in their reactions in that they are not censured for it). 

Starfleet command knew what it would do to most of their officers and deliberately engineered a situation for somebody to do the hard jobs afterwards. Those people are Pike, and Una, and Spock, and Most of the people stationed on the enterprise.  

I don’t really know where i’m going with this, but it is gripping me. The inherent knowledge of the brass that the idealism of starfleet cannot survive in the conditions of the war, and possible a tacit acknowledgement that maybe starfleet principles Are a little naive but that they like them that way, thank you very much. 

And it’s even more fascinating that after this whole clusterfuck, Pike suddenly realises that he has been naive all this time. He didn’t know. Una knew, she was running damage control the whole episode because of his naivety even if she was very subtle and respectful about it. Pike wasn’t really confronted with just How badly this had affected everybody until his conversation with M’Benga at the end. And it speaks to the respect they have for each other they they understand why they differ in perspective and can be opposite in this without it being an issue considering how much of a contentious subject it is. 

I do genuinely think this is fascinating. Because starfleet are right, they needed somebody like Pike and he had to, realistically, be the one to do jobs like this in the hard days after the war. But deliberately keeping him naive caused him to seriously misjudge not only his own officers who had been involved, but Also Dak’Rah and it led to serious Serious consequences and one more casualty of said war he missed. 

There was no winning for anybody in this situation. I think this episode was Pike realising that.