#that's the objective fact. not subjective.

[bigmacari]

may I please get a Betty x reader cuddle session.. stares and begs (I love Betty she’s so augh..)

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Betty x Reader

☆ Cuddle Session with Betty late at night.

☆Warning(s) none

☆Author Note(s) Had this in my drafts for a bit. I think I forgot to post it? Idk, but it's so cute. I hope you enjoy <3

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☆ It wasn't often you felt truly and utterly relaxed. It was rare to take a breath and not have to think about the things around you. Work, school, people, money... and now, due to these glasses, objects. Your day to day life changed completely, and of course, it can be overwhelming.

Dealing with people wasn't your thing in the first place. A surge of anxiety hit you every time you tried talking to somebody. Your hands get shaky, and so does your voice. Breathing gets just that much harder.

You've gotten better though. Well, you think at least... Sure! There would be some stress here and there having to worry about a hundred- something different people - (uh, objects that is.) But the all the stress was worth it.

You've made close friends and lovers. You've gone on adventures. You've learned about the things around you.

You've helped and taken care of the things around you.

"So it was worth it." You decided out loud while laying in your bed one night. A lamp was on, a warm glow cradling the left side of your face. The sound of droplets hitting the window above you filled your ears.

"Worth what lover?" A soft voice asks from next to you. Your body flinches involuntary, not really expecting the voice. Did you really forget to take off the dateavadoirs? That's weird. Guess you were just used to them being on your face all day.

When you turn your head towards the direction of the voice, you immediately see a head of pink curly hair. It seems as though your body relaxes instantly when Betty's face comes into view. She did tend to have that effect on people. Then you feel a small warmth spread across your face. Whether it was from her or the fact you just got caught talking to yourself, you weren't sure.

Betty was lying down in the bed a couple of inches away from you. A hand supported her head while she laid on her side. A fond smile could be seen on her face. For a moment, you play around with the thought that she was smiling because of you.

"Lover?" Betty repeats once again, forcing you out of your thoughts.

"Ah- sorry, nothing. I was just thinking, I suppose..." You pause for a second, trying to look for a reason to switch the subject. Your eyes drift to the cat clock placed on the dresser. In bold red numbers, it read 12:43. Wow. That is later than you thought it was gonna be.

"Is it pretty late, isn't it? What are you still doing up?" You question in a lowered voice, realizing that most of the others were asleep by now.

Betty hums and pouts a bit while twirling one of her locks around her finger. "The same as you, though that's pretty normal for me. What's got you thinking so much that you're up so late at night?"

Betty stops twirling her hair to place a hand on yours. She runs a thumb up and down the back of it, warming it up in the process. You make a small note in the back of your mind about how smooth and soft her hand is. Almost as though it was made for this specific task.

"Feeling alright?" She asks in a concerned tone.

A small grimace spread across your face. How could you even answer that? 'Oh, you know, my entire change within a few minutes because a hacker sent glasses through my door, and now I have to make sure every object in my house is good. But I'm okay!' Jesus. That all seems too heavy, no?

Her eyes avert yours after a moment. "You know, this may not come as a shocker or anything, but as your bed, I feel some kind of responsibility to keep you comfortable."

She giggles a bit, "I know it must sound odd hearing that. But I assure you I do enjoy it. So, talk to me... or don't. We can always watch a movie or read together -"

Betty looks back up to you when she suddenly feels your hand lace with hers. You let out a deep sigh, leaning your head back a bit more on the pillow below your head.

"I think..." You start in a small voice. "I think I need a break. From talking and doing things, I mean." Holding Betty's hand a little tighter, you prepare for what you're gonna ask next.

"Can we just cuddle?" You feel blood rush to your cheeks for a second time tonight. For some reason, that was the hardest to get out. You felt silly almost, asking this beautiful lady laying in your bed to hold you.

Betty lets out a small laugh, smiling big. "If just laying here, with me, makes you feel better, then I'm glad to do it anytime time hun. Come here."

Betty lays on her back, pulling you closer to lay on her chest. She places one hand on your back and another in your hair, running through it. You wrap an arm around her, feeling the soft curve of her body. She was soft and gentle, but stable at the same time.

Taking a deep breath, you inhale her scent. She smelled like fresh sheets out of the dryer, wood, and a bit like your perfume. Which made sense. You do lay in her every night.

It takes a minute, but you let your breathing slow. You try to focus on the way she massages and scratches your scalp while brushing the knots out of your hair with her fingers. You focus on the up and down of her chest, gently rocking you asleep. You focus on the rain hitting the window above you two.

For the first time in a long time, you let everything in your head slip. It didn't matter, not here and now. All that mattered was the way Betty held you tight.

Eventually, your eyes became heavy and warmth overcame you, successfully pulling you into a gentle slumber that you could only describe as peaceful.

Betty smiles when she hears your soft snores. She looks at your sleeping form with nothing short of love and admiration. She sighs, planting a chaste on the top of your head. "Goodnight, love."

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[azycheese]

LEON : a character's moral compass that was affected by an objectively moral entity ( since technically speaking human law and religious law are interconnected through the basis of morality ) -> later goes on to be manipulated by a subjectively morally influenced institution ( corrupted government ) WESKER : a character's moral compass that was affected by entirely subjective institutions ( spencer / umbrella ) -> works towards obtaining an objective viewpoint ( wants to become God himself )

Both presumed to have been incapacitated in terms of free will at some point in their timeline ( just got my hands on some new info about wekser that could allude to that fact )

-> both got put on a leash by an outside force, we've seen wesker attempt to reclaim back his free will, but i think what fans are also rooting for is for leon to fight back as well, turn on the government , revolt, i don't know dude, do something, explode !

[veryvocallyadmired]

i do think the tv tropes description of the male gaze is at best limited, but more accurately misleading

if you were to take that definition as gospel, you would be left with the belief that the male gaze is purely a reflection of attraction and fanservice, an analysis that leaves glaring ommissions

the male gaze as a term describes the sum total of ways that the camera, the edit, the writing, and every other element of a piece is influenced by patriarchy, and that by and large media is shaped for men

it is not exclusively as a matter of desirability, women in film that are never once depicted as sexually available or objects of desire are Still tinted by this gaze

after all, how many mothers in the history of film remain unsexualized, but still solely exist within the plot to perform labor for the male protagonist and support their emotional journey, with almost zero characterization outside of that?

this is male gaze, and objectifies women just as much as overt sexualization can

women also aren't the only ones tinted by this gaze either

dan olson of folding ideas demonstrates a good example of this in his videos about the 50 shades movies, and how the gaze shifted between the first and second film (when the two women who directed the first movie were replaced by men)

specifically, how Christian Grey himself is portrayed, in the first movie as an explicitly erotic figure for the audience to find desireable

in the second movie, however, the way the camera holds on Grey changes, lacking the prior film's shots lingering on his physique and demeanor, with the only instances of his body being the subject of focus being when he is working out as Anastasia watches, the framing is changed from painting this man as sexually desirable to the audience, into painting this man as an aspirational/desireable figure for the audience to Be

this is male gaze just the same

further, the conflation of male gaze as exclusively the purview of women's desirability to men ignores the fact that that male gaze is exhibited in basically all media, not just media by straight and bisexual men

you can find male gaze influencing media by gay men, by straight women, by anyone really

because patriarchy is both so overwhelming and so normalized within the culture, the way it shapes how gendered portrayals in media isnt limited to just media specifically by and for men (although it is certainly much more rampant)

"as a feature of patriarchy, men dominate the media landscape in both production and consumption, this is extremely basic analysis, not even 101 feminism"

"source???"

[bixels]

As cameras becomes more normalized (Sarah Bernhardt encouraging it, grifters on the rise, young artists using it), I wanna express how I will never turn to it because it fundamentally bores me to my core. There is no reason for me to want to use cameras because I will never want to give up my autonomy in creating art. I never want to become reliant on an inhuman object for expression, least of all if that object is created and controlled by manufacturing companies. I paint not because I want a painting but because I love the process of painting. So even in a future where everyone’s accepted it, I’m never gonna sway on this.

if i have to explain to you that using a camera to take a picture is not the same as using generative ai to generate an image then you are a fucking moron.

[hopelesslyprosaic]

I have to say, people who read the Sherlock Holmes canon and ship the two of them should be forced at gunpoint to read the Raffles stories

Like, genuinely. There is nothing remotely subtle about this- completely and proudly blatant, I don't even know.

I largely enjoy the stories themselves, though I don't think Hornung was at his best when writing the action sequences that the scenarios generally required- but their relationship just freaking sparkles in such a fun way and it's not even as though it's subtext, or if it is it's very near-the-surface subtext, it's just that every single goshdarned opportunity Hornung has to show how obsessed Bunny is with Raffles or how devoted Raffles is to Bunny or how annoyed either one is when the other shows any interest at all in a third party, he takes. And it's not just obsession or devotion or jealousy, they just clearly love each other and are proud of each other and want to be with each other. I'd say it's romance novelesque but so many romance novels don't even really bother with that bit.

I mean (spoiler warning) the whole saga literally ends with Bunny's ex-girlfriend writing him a letter saying "I get that you burgled my house because you followed Raffles because you were in love with him, he came by and told me so and I totally get it, he's super great, but now that he's dead and you're not with him anymore maybe we can get back together someday." Who DOES this.

I know I'm not saying anything here that freaking WIKIPEDIA doesn't already say, but I'd only read some of the stories in no particular order before and didn't realize what the full cumulative impact of it would be til I binge-read all three short story collections together. Unreal. Still not over it. I'm a canon fan/shipper as a general rule for stuff and this is just canon.

[marciaillust]

mom come pick me up people related to my personal posts too much

[philosophybits]

There are no facts, only interpretations.

Friedrich Nietzsche, Notebooks (1886-1887)

[loosethreadsofyoursoul]

btw there never has been, nor will there ever be, a ship as sacred as wolfstar

[tj-crochets]

So my little brother and I are not allowed to be on the same team for family game night when we play games like Taboo, because most of the time we share a brain cell and the rest of the family has decided it's an unfair advantage. Today, I was trying to remember the word hummus but completely blanked, so what I said was: "Cabbage. No, hermitage" And my brother guessed "Brussels sprouts?" "No, it's a brown goo" I said, but my brother heard "it's a round goo" "Hummus!" he said "that explains the green from cabbage" "It was hummus, but hummus isn't green????" "Oh I was thinking of guacamole" So like. Even when he and I are thinking of totally different things we can still come up with the same word lol

[snail-cascade-of-snails]

i liked ralsusie before it was cool

[devilsskettle]

sooooo silly to me when people are arguing about fiction and they say “you objectively have to agree that [whatever their opinion is]” ummmmm no? there is no “objectively” just because it’s your interpretation lmao that’s why people are disagreeing with you and it’s fine

[wantbytaemin]

literally whenever i feel like an ego boost i do a little dance in the mirror it’s so good to me

[axolotlonamelon]

Marcy Wu: Newtopia's first and only marine scholar

The Newtopia Trilogy: 1/ 2/ 3

In a world where saltwater is a death sentence, the ocean is completely unexplored. It was believed that either nothing lived down there, or it was full of monsters that would drag their ships down if they went too far beyond the shore.

Marcy found herself in a unique position when she discovered this. She was attending Newtopia University when this interesting fact caught her eye. Knowing amphibians' tumultuous relationship with salt, the teenager decided to test whether or not it was actually toxic. It wasn't, it was just salt.

The girl begins sneaking out to the smallest and least populated harbor, an old one with sediment build up, crumbling docs, and a few worn aground boats. The sea spray wall being the only new thing in the area. She dives and finds the ruins of sunken ships filled with sealed wine vessels and precious metals. She writes her final paper on this harbor, and it gains a lot of attention fairly quickly.

She begins to apprentice under and gather data for various different kinds of scholars from historians, economists, and archeologists to every kind of naturalist under the sun. Marcy even begins to do some of her own research, going out on Merchant ships and diving around mainland coastal cities and in deeper waters.

Marcy gets her answer- yes. Luckily, she's played Subnautica enough times to be desensitized. The ocean only caps out at about 40 meters deep, so they aren't too big, and she has a pully system to get out fast if need be.

She even begins to capture smaller fish species and other marine life to study in Newtopia, creating the first ever aquarium.

She begins to be known as the Naturalist of the Abyss

Other names I was considering that sound raw as heck but didn't fit what she actually does: Curator of the Fathomless Waters and Professor of the Drowned Realm

[kkpwnall]

one of these days i'm going to write an essay about spotify wrapped and identity, the perception of self vs how society at large (or in this case a mega corporation) perceives the individual and the narratives they push to reinforce that (daylist) but today i'm just trying to convince myself not to do my own count of listens for the next year

[ectonurites]

i looooove getting yelled at for trying to explain the answer to a question i was literally asked.

[philosophybits]

The overbearing matter-of-factness which sacrifices the subject to the ascertainment of the truth, rejects at once truth and objectivity.

Theodor W. Adorno, Minima Moralia, 81