#interruption

[bruhsingleterry]

#hommies #kinky wincest #skz bias #private kik #girls in hats #grey academia #interruption #gl

[thirdity]

In the course of general acceleration and hyperactivity we are also losing the capacity for rage. Rage has a characteristic temporality incompatible with generalized acceleration and hyperactivity, which admit no breadth of time. The future shortens into a protracted present. It lacks all negativity, which would permit one to look at the Other. In contrast, rage puts the present as a whole into question. It presupposes an interrupting pause in the present... The general distraction afflicting contemporary society does not allow the emphasis and energy of rage to arise. Rage is the capacity to interrupt a given state and make a new state begin. Today it is yielding more and more to offense or annoyance, "having a beef", which proves incapable of effecting decisive change.

Byung-chul Han, The Burnout Society

#emotions #feelings #rage #time #future #present #distraction #energy #interruption #change #quotes #Han #Byung-chul Han #The Burnout Society

[mochinek0]

Daminette December 2022: 11-Art (PART 2)

PART 2 OF AMBUSH

Damian had been holed up in his painting room for the last 2 weeks. He went to school, but returned back to the room once he got back. Alfred had taken to bringing tea and snacks to the room.

Bruce knocked on the door.

"A classmate is here, Damian." Bruce announced.

Damian sighed.

'Father is going to make me act civil and go downstairs. This is going to be bothersome and a waste of my time. I would prefer to stay in here and paint.'

"Alfred has her in the kitchen." Bruce called out.

'Her? What annoyance decided to act like she knew me, this time?'

"Who?" Damian sighed.

"Marinette?" Bruce answered.

Damian thought of how she helped him get away from the harpies in the library. Marinette was quick and smart. She made him appear to be in a relationship, without placing herself in the line of fire. He recalled how she lit up when she talked about art and fashion. She didn't brag about her own accomplishments or tried to show off to him. She kept her focus on the assignment, the whole time, and barely looked at him. It had been simple to talk with her. It had been, as if, she completely forgot that she had been close enough for him to smell the mint off her breath, the jasmine scent wafting off her clothes, and the shine on her lips.

"Very well." he spoke.

Damian washed off his paintbrushes and made sure to grab his key. He walked out and immediatley saw the disapproval on his father's face. He looked down. Damian saw he was in black sweats a muscle shirt, revealing his scars. He looked at paint on himself and his clothes, but he locked the door, anyways.

"You should clean up." Bruce insisted.

"It's fine." he commented and made his way down.

Marinette easily spotted Damian walking towards her, with paint on his face and clothes.

"Oh my god." she gasped, "I'm so sorry! Am I distracting you from your painting?"

"I'll return to it later." Damian replied.

"No! I can come back tomorrow!" Marinette declared, grabbing her things, "I know I get lost when I design. I barely come out of my room. People have to remind me to eat and sleep."

Damian chuckled in response. Bruce thought Damian hadn't cared about his appearance because he was going to refuse them, but that didin't seem to be the case here. Bruce was shocked by the moment; He had never seen Damian act this way. Damian actually seemed to have a familiar sense with this girl and she didn't seem to mind his attitude.

"You....Your words inspired me, last time." the Wayne heir admitted.

"Oh?" Mari spoke.

"I was painting my mother." he stated.

'Talia?'

"Then, that is definetly more important than a class assignment that isn't due for two more weeks." Marinette declared.

"No." Damian replied, "This may help with the memories. As you stated, I must spend time away to refocus. We'll go to my room."

"I'm sure you don't want me to see it. I know I like my stuff private until I decide to share." Mari responded.

Damian smirked, "It's in different room."

Marinette smiled, "If we ever go to my place, we're staying in the living room. We might sit on a pin or needle in mine. I keep losing my pins and end up finding them later."

As they walked away, Bruce turned to Alfred.

"The boys can never meet her, unless he proposes." Bruce declared.

Alfred just smiled. It seemed the young Wayne was finally growing up.

A couple months later was Valentine's Day. Everyone in Gotham Academy was excited. Many of them had chocolates and cards to give to their friends or loved ones. For some of them, it was 'Confession Day'. Many students were shocked to see Damian Wayne hand Marinette Dupain-Cheng a box.

"Why is he giving her chocolate?"

"How long have they been dating?"

"They're dating?"

"Are you sure?"

"Some girls were crying last year about him making out in the library."

"Did they see Marinette?"

"I don't know?"

"I thought she was single!"

"Yeah, I asked her about her plans for today. She said she had none."

"Is Damian Wayne confessing to her?"

Marinette smiled as she took the box.

"May I open it?" she asked.

Damian nodded. Once she had gotten the wrapping off, she laughed and hugged him.

"These are so cute!" Mari chimed, "I've never seen these before."

"I made them." Damian admitted.

"He made her chocolate?"

"I thought he couldn't cook."

Marinette pulled out what looked like a giant round ball.

"That's not chocolate."

"What is that?"

"It looks like a hacky sack."

"Maybe he really can't cook."

"You made these pin cushions for me?" she questioned, looking at the hand made assortment of macarons, chocolates, and a giant loaf of bread.

"It seemed fitting." he answered, "You informed me you grew up in a bakery and that you kept losing your pins and sewing needles."

"I love them. This is better than any chocolate or card I could have gotten." Mari smiled, before kissing his cheek, "I-I do have some macarons for you."

Marinette pulled a small box out of her bag.

"You told me that you weren't fond of sweets so these are tea flavored. I have chai, matcha, salted caramel, and earl grey." she stated.

"I will try them at lunch today." Damian spoke, "Perhaps, with you?"

"I'd love to." Marinette smiled.

Word quickly spread throughout the school that the Ice Prince was after the Fashion Princess.

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[photozoi]

His IMPerial Majesty, Ruler of ALL the Things, etc, etc, was rudely interrupted during his photo shoot today.

He was Not Amused.

the Imp- Silken Windhound  Jeep- Borzoi, canis photo interruptus

#His Imperial Majesty Ruler of ALL the Things and Keeper of the Cookies etc etc etc #the Imp #Silken Windhound #Jeep #Borzoi #sighthounds #photo shoot #interruption #photozoi #11-25-22 #original photos

[hairychestloversblog]

Interrupting his gaming for different fun 🤩

#bearded hunk #video games #interruption #furry #gaybear #gay hairy #chest

[spurloser]

#facade #cazior #metal #handstyle #interruption #spurloser

[misssclumsy]

Me core

#mecore #me core #it's me #like really #read books #read more #reader #reader problems #reading #reading corner #just read #books and reading #long reads #interruption #yes it's true #desiblr #desi tag #desi academia #desitags #desi things #desi culture #desi stuff #desi tumblr #desi teen #desi memes #desi reader

[radiant-vulpine]

a bit of a long shot, but would anyone here know anything regarding a "Chaser"?

... Huh?

#him #q&a session #interruption

[dk-thrive]

What you hate most in life are the interruptions and the surprises, that is, life itself.

— Sheila Heti, Alphabetical Diaries (Farrar, Straus and Giroux, February 6, 2024)

#sheila Heti #interruption #surprise #unexpected #alphabetical diaries

[autistic-singer515]

If there ever was a Pinky and the Brain movie one day, what if it opened with the Animaniacs opening theme song but a theatrical edition?

It would try to fool us into thinking that we’re getting an Animaniacs movie starring the Warner siblings.

But as it gets to the end of the song and also showing the Animaniacs movie title, the Brain would immediately interrupt and would stop everything, including the music. He would complain about him and Pinky never getting their own movie and that the Warner siblings already had their own movie with Wakko’s Wish.

Yakko and Pinky would insist that he and Brain were in the movie too. But the Brain argued that they weren’t the main leads in the film but supporting characters.

Then the Brain would continue arguing with the Warner siblings. The Warner’s said that the movie was already titled the Animaniacs movie and there was nothing Pinky and the Brain would do about it.

Then Yakko would tell the Brain that he double dares him to take away their movie title.

Then the Brain pressed a button to make the Pinky and the Brain movie title land on top of the Animaniacs one as well as on top of Pinky.

He would use mind control on the movie crew, forcing them into making their movie for them.

Then the Brain would instruct the Warner’s to narrate their film for them or he else he would brainwash them into doing it if they decline the offer.

Yakko, realizing he couldn’t win the Brain’s argument, reluctantly agreed and says that they might as well give the mice their very first solo movie…… Mostly!

Then it would cut to the Pinky and the Brain theme song, a theatrical edition.

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[thirdity]

Today we live in a world that is very poor in interruption; “betweens” and “between-times” are lacking.

Byung-chul Han, The Burnout Society

#interruption #breaks #betweens #pauses #transitions #space #time #quotes #Han #Byung-chul Han #The Burnout Society

[momentsbeforemass]

“Do not bother me.”

Today’s Gospel is the story of a man who finally got the kids in bed. It’s late. At the end of a long day, finally he’s in bed. Trying to go to sleep.

And suddenly, his friend is blowing up his phone.

Asking for all kinds of stuff. He’s got an unexpected guest. And he needs, well, everything.

The man who was trying to get to sleep? His first words in response (and this is to a friend) are ones that you and I understand very well. Because they’re our words.

“Do not bother me.”

Why does this ring so true for us? Because, in our own ways, all of us have been there. And because (on some level) all of us feel like our time is our own.

Even if we’ve never formed the thought, it’s how we act. C.S. Lewis explained it this way,

“…nothing throws a man into a passion so easily as to find that a tract of time that he reckoned on having at his own disposal unexpectedly taken from him. It is the unexpected visitor (when he looked forward to a quiet evening),…that throws him out of gear.”

“They anger him because he regards his time as his own and feels that it is being stolen.”

That’s why we react that way. It’s the unspoken assumption behind much of our resentment at having to be bothered by the needs and cares and suffering of others.

And it’s why actual compassion is hard – not what Henri Nouwen observed as “our spontaneous response to suffering,” “to do away with suffering by fleeing from it or finding a quick cure for it.” But actual compassion.

“Compassion is hard because it requires the inner disposition to go with others to places where they are weak, vulnerable, lonely, and broken.”

The only way to even want that inner disposition, much less actually acquire it, is to get over ourselves. Something we can never do on our own. The only hope we have for doing that, for getting over ourselves, is with God. And with God’s help.

It starts by trading our limited perspective for God’s eternal perspective.

And with getting over ourselves enough to ask God for help.

But it’s the only way that we’ll ever be anything more than perpetually aggrieved at everyone and everything – for taking something from us that was never ours to begin with. Time.

Today’s Readings

#Do not bother me #Time #Interruption #Perspective #God's Perspective #God #Jesus #Catholic #Christian #Church #C.S. Lewis #Moments Before Mass

[talkfantasytome]

Shadows & Daggers

Az and Gwyn share a moment during a private dagger lesson.

Warnings: None | WC: 1,432 | Read on AO3 | Gwynriel Masterlist

a/n: Based on a fanart by Lucielart, commissioned by @booknerd87 on tumblr. Part of her "A Picture and the Story Behind" collection. Happy Birthday, lovely!

The cool of the blade spread across his skin. It was pressed hard enough to be felt, but not so hard it would leave a mark. 

Az almost wished it would. 

"Do you yield, Shadowsinger?"

He couldn't help but flash a half-smile to the redhead. "I never yield, Berdara." She pressed the flat side of the blade harder against his neck, bringing her body nearer to his. 

This close, he was overtaken by water lilies and a river rushing through the forest. The scent so strong, he felt as if they'd been transported to a clearing by a small brook. 

"Cassian says otherwise," Gwyn challenged, not easing up on her hold of Az. 

"Cassian says a lot of things." 

Her lips twitched upward, as if she wanted to laugh in agreement but wouldn't let herself. "He also says there's no dishonor in yielding to the better fighter."

"Yeah," Az chuckled. "I'll believe him when I see him yield."

Adding more pressure to the blade, Gwyn watched Az carefully, her eyes scanning his face, looking for something. Likely insight into what he'd do next. 

He lifted his hands and rested them on hers, wrapping them around her fingers and the dagger's hilt. His callouses wouldn't let him appreciate the smooth backside of her hand, but they didn't stop the tingling sensation that buzzed up his arms from the point of contact. "A knife to the neck is a good power play, but if you've left both of your opponent's arms free, they've got far more room to fight back, even if you do have their legs pinned." His shadows danced up his wrists until they were swirling around their joined hands. 

Swimming in deep pools of teal, Az couldn't look away from her eyes as he pushed the dagger away from him. Gwyn attempted to hold it where it was, but he was stronger. And once it was far enough from his skin, he managed to wrangle it out of her hand. The metal clanged against the floor of the training ring, the sound drawing Gwyn's gaze away for a minute. 

His shadows retreated slightly, back to their perch on his shoulders, watching Gwyn. Marking every tiny move in case Azriel missed one.

He never did.

"I guess I still need more lessons," Gwyn breathed, slowly looking back toward Az. His hands were still holding hers. She didn't pull away. 

"Whenever you want, Priestess." Az could feel his chest expanding and contracting with each breath he took. Gwyn was so close to him, her eyes bright and contemplative. A faint blush spread across her cheeks. He wanted nothing more than to lift a hand and brush the color softly. But he dare not. 

Gwyn had recently become more comfortable with his touch. Letting him direct and guide her, to take her hand when necessary. All for teaching purposes. Their touches were no more than a mentor helping a student learn a proper stance or move. That's all they could be. It didn't matter how much more they might mean to Az, how much more he wanted. Gwyn's comfort came first. 

Still, this close, it would be so easy to lean in. To just ghost his lips across hers, to chance a quick taste, knowing it would likely be his only one. 

Azriel would never disrespect Gwyn like that. It was just a dream, another fantasy. That's all he was ever granted: fantasies. He tried to shut them off, to keep his mind occupied with other thoughts. Consciously, he refused to think about Gwyn in that way. But in his dreams, on the nights he actually managed to sleep, there was no stopping them. 

Picture after picture of a possible life flooded his mind. Picnics by the Sidra. Getting a small house together. Private game nights at the House. Spying together on various missions. Stolen kisses in the garden. Secret moments in hidden alcoves that only the House would witness. 

He would wake smiling every time they came. And it would quickly fade when he remembered it was a dream he'd never have.

Gwyn's eyes flicked down to the hands that were still holding hers.

Idiot. This touch was far beyond that of a teacher helping a student. 

He moved to slide his hands away, but she turned her palm and linked her fingers with one of them as the other fell away.

It was as if his entire body had expanded, only so that he could feel even more hollow. And yet, it was warm and welcome, and entirely daunting. 

He swallowed as she locked her stare with his again. 

Everything was pounding. Everything was silent as a grave.

Gwyn leaned in slightly, her movement slow, cautious. Az was frozen in place. And even if he could move, he wouldn't. He didn't know what was going through Gwyn's mind. What she was thinking or doing. But whatever it was, he would give her the control. He would always give her the control in such a close proximity. Whenever she wanted it. 

She stilled, her face a few inches from his, her breathing as heavy and ragged as his had become. 

"Az," she whispered, her eyes flicking between his and his mouth. In five hundred years, his self-control had never been so tested as it was in that moment. He was practically shaking with restraint, only he couldn't do that either. Not as Gwyn sat on top of him, able to feel his every heartbeat. 

Drums started to sound in his distant corners, announcing an army that would march through his entire body. He could feel the vibrations of the footsteps in the depths of his chest. 

Gwyn's eyes never left his. They held his stare and wouldn't let it go. Not that Az wanted them, too. No, he would gladly stare into that sea of teal all day if Gwyn would let him. 

He felt a nudge at the back of his head, something cool and not entirely corporeal. One of his shadows, pushing him closer. 

Az let it, bringing his face closer to Gwyn's. From this distance he could easily find shapes and images in the freckles across her nose and cheeks, like constellations in the stars. His hand lifted slowly, his fingers brushing through her hair and pushing it out of her face. 

Images from his dreams flashed across his mind, more determined than ever before. He attempted to shut them down, to quell the hope that was building. 

"Gwyn?" he breathed, barely making a sound. Something was on her mind. He could see it in her stare, in the tension in her lips. 

The corners of her mouth ticked upward and then she was leaning in again. 

His shadows began to swirl around them, shrouding them, as if trying to offer some privacy. As if that were possible at the House in any sense. Especially out in the open in the training ring. 

Az couldn't breath as Gwyn inched closer. He'd dreamed of her getting this close for months. Of her smile and lips, her laugh, her bright eyes. And now it was happening. She leaned her face into his hand, even as she moved toward him, tilting her head. 

It was her choice. He stayed still to ensure it remained that way, but Cauldron did he want this, for her lips to reach his, to brush them, press against them. 

"Don't even think about it!" 

The cry sounded through the air, making Az's shadows retreat as Gwyn jolted away. 

"Don't think about what?" a deeper voice chuckled. 

Az groaned as he recognized the voices. As he heard the footsteps on the stairs coming from the House to the ring. 

Gwyn stood, straightening herself. Az followed her lead, moving slower than her as he mentally cursed his brother. Cassian would find a way to chase Nesta up to the ring at the worst possible moment.

Az held out the dagger to Gwyn. She accepted it and muttered, "Thanks, again. For the lesson and…yeah." 

He nodded and watched as Gwyn put the dagger back in its place and then rushed through the door just as Nesta and Cassian got there. His eyes remained on the emptying stairwell behind the two idiots who were now staring at him with shit eating grins. 

"Did we walk in on something, brother?" Cassian wondered, his words full of amusement. 

Az rolled his eyes and took a deep breath. "Dagger lessons." He shot a quick glare at Cassian and then spread his wings, taking off for a much needed flight to expel some pent-up energy.

@live-the-fangirl-life @boredserpent @moodymelanist @sv0430 @gwynrielsupremacy @katekatpattywack @moonstoneriver77 @deedz-thrillerkilller16 @nesquik-arccheron @imsointobooks @sayosdreams @lejlathecutie @feyretales @almosttenaciousmoon @amb3rpanda @shinya-hiiragi @a-court-of-milkandhoney

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[whats-in-a-sentence]

As soon as they were gone, Elizabeth walked out to recover her spirits; or in other words, to dwell without interruption on those subjects that must deaden them more.

"Pride and Prejudice" - Jane Austen

#book quotes #pride and prejudice #jane austen #mr darcy #mr bingley #departure #elizabeth bennet #walking #recovery #spirits #contemplation #interruption #deaden

[saltygilmores]

Lorelai interrupts Jess and Rory with her pointless bullshit and ruins everything again and she should feel bad

#milo ventimiglia #gilmore girls #jess mariano #literati #lorelai gilmore #he looks so defeated #gif #boy interrupted #interruption

[lesbianluster]

want my girlfriend to catch me stealing something from her, like panties or a bra…

“what are you doing?”

i’m just borrowing it, looking at it, smelling it. stealing it. i want it because it’s yours. she lets it happen but then i keep doing it. she gets annoyed, she’s running out of everything i want.

the next time she catches me, she doesn’t trust me after that. i say i was just looking but she knows better. she asks me to empty my pockets and i do, there’s nothing in there :)

“i’m not stupid. take your fucking clothes off.”

she knows exactly how i steal. i know she likes to see me hesitate so i wait. i want nothing but to rip my clothes off and let her have me but i don’t want her to know. without another word she’s rolling her eyes and shoving me against the wall. i’m fighting. i’m losing. she gets my shirt off first and without a bra she can already see how hard my nipples are for her. i keep pretending. i don’t have anything, just leave it!

she gets to my too-big pants and yanks the drawstring, and they fall right off. they are hers anyways. with their disappearance, i’m exposed with panties stuffed in the waistband of my own. she pulls. it’s a quick and sharp feeling and it’s so humiliating.

“do you have anything else?”

i shake my head. she doesn’t wait a second before she yanks my own underwear down. clink clank clonk. her tube of lipstick falls out from my already dripping cunt.

she looks shocked but she can’t be. she knows i love everything that’s hers. i’m nervously waiting for her reaction until she giggles quietly and her entire demeanor softens. as she speaks, one of her hands slides down to slowly replace the lipstick. i groan. she wiggles her fingers in me just to watch me twitch for a second before quickly pulling out.

“you’re so disgusting,”

she tells me with a smile. she strokes my cheek and teases my clit for another moment before pulling back. she walked to the doorway, and glanced back smirking. without another word she leaves, slamming the door behind her.

the only thing i can think to do is find the lipstick and fuck myself so hard i forget it’s not her doing it.

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