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ta1zmz5cgeduvc · 1 year
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l45brolc7bx · 1 year
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korpuskat · 7 months
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Hear me out; mutual masturbation with Ram in a small meditation room trying to keep quiet for other monks not to hear y’all.
hhhmgng dude I'm not really one for Shamabli-era Ramattra except for the whole "have to hide your fucking from everyone else" aspect. In semi-public spaces? Having to keep quiet? Adjusting his robes after and making sure you didn't leave any makeup on him? its soooo good
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satans-codpiece · 4 months
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Gonna rubber duck method at y'all a minute
I need to dig up the timeline again, because the actual overlap of both Ramattra and Zenyatta being at the monastery together wasn't actually that long, right? He's 28 now, London was 7 years before (21), he left 4 years before London (17)
For EY prequel I'm considering if I want to include that or sweep over it; Zenyatta being there gives Reader a friendly known character to interact with while Ramattra's warming up to them (or I could just slap an OC in there).
Either way if this is only a year out from Ramattra leaving Shambali, then Ramattra has been around for a long time-
Maybe I'll have it be that Ramattra has been there, but while at Shamabli he prefers to stay in Shambali, to emotional prepare himself for his next pilgrimage? So Reader didn't see him because they're not normally in the monastery and simply didn't see him leave, and then he's gone for a particularly long trip, so Reader can live there for quite a while and only meet him by chance after he's returned.
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notmuchtoconceal · 1 year
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on the subject of great scenes of cranial auto-fire in american cinema, i've always been partial to the interpretation (courtesy of rob ager at collative learning) that animal mother, the paleolithic death lunk from kubrick's seminal vietnam classic FMJ is something like a figurative rebirth of gomer pyler, the parris island fatass who was humiliated and beaten with soap and yet whose abuse you copiously relished because at least you weren't the fatty. everyone's in it to please daddy, boys. you ain't shit. it's all about daddy. fuckin kill yourselves to get him to notice you.
pvt. pyle, blubbering, infantile, infinitely fat-shamable, murders his own false father with the very tools given him by his false father, then turns the barrel on himself, fragmenting time, location and identity to bring you vietnam shot straight from the pinewood studios backlot.
lookit that glassy-eyed, dim-witted, muscle-bound, barely comprehensible slurring murder hunk. fuck that shit is hot. the reason he thinks rape isn't real is for him it isn't. you will absolutely fucking want it, you absolutely want it now and he already knows, and if you're too fuckin stupid to see that, he's gonna enlighten ya -- uh oh.
did you really think that, or did you just allow yourself to be persuaded? is being persuaded sort of like giving up? what if it's actually smart to be unreasonable? what if reason is what compels us to chase at shadows and you're not even yet outta the fuckin cave, but you wanna be an athenian boyfondler. maybe i am the cave and my darkness is the abyss you let yourself lose into, have been lost in for so long, so far long before this point midway into life's journey, cause you ain't fuckin dante, you were born in hell motherfucker, this shit's not a vacation.
lookit this shit. that's what your fuckin brain is.
i don't gotta fuckin take it out to show u that
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realhankmccoy · 10 months
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Your mother's schedule in Montréal had her muttering a 'drunken' a cappella version of Lovely Isn't Love in bed this evening...
just to ... just brewed coffee so that i can in an hour walk down 15 minutes to see
Kiefer Annahstasia Mike Goudreau Band Thundercat Jupiter & Okwess
Mommie isn't from much of a jazz background -- she is from what is known as "A Ken Burns jazz background' -- and while that is nothing she's ashamed of, it's also something a lot of people would find to be shamable... shamble ... shammable...shambeable shame-a-belle Your mother can only usually do with listening to five groups a night, even though the music goes on much longer if I had the stima stima stoma stigmata stamina for it. These are the five for tonight...
and tomorrow night it will be...
and tomorrow night it will be...
Isaiah Collier & The Chosen Few Lulu Hughes Tank and the Bangas (maybe) AySay (maybe) Kassa Overall
...we might get caught, but we'll never be found... not until we're on our knees
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Less than 2 weeks away from my vacation and I'm still debating if I'm actually going to go.
Arguments Against Going:
A) I'm not out to most of my family so my choices are either keep quiet and disassociate my way through the week or tell them and spend the whole ass week answering whatever questions they have or puttingup with whatever bullshit they decide to start in with. 2) I'm going to have to leave my vape pens at home and there's going to be a LOT of walking (especially on sand) with a bad knee, a broken foot, and no pain management. III) I'm still fat with no interest in changing that, a shamable offense for my grandmother. Fourth) I am holding firm on the whole "Not Having Kids" thing, which is an argument that I have to uphold each and every year and it takes SO MANY SPOONS.
Arguments For Going:
I will get to put my toes in the sand which replenishes me and if I don't, I will outright burn my existence to the ground.
Uuuuuugh.
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tenaclty · 5 years
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i rewatched marble hornets
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sunsought-a · 6 years
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in this house we kinkshame @lioncovrt‘s muse
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warrenkoles · 2 years
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What wrong with you: shamable kinks. I’ve seen them. I know. ((this is joke not link shaming here lol))
🤣🤣🤣 this is sooooo true, I can't say shit to anyone because if yall have been around a minute and read my tags I will be having call outs for days 😅 ❤❤
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writingplays · 7 years
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Me, in reference to Will Shakes having an armpit kink: HE WANNA LICK THE PIT
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korpuskat · 11 months
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For gunk-ice-tea’s RaMayttra prompts, Day 30: Balance. Pairing: Ramattra/Reader Rating: PG WC: 848 Warnings: None
"What is it?" You ask, half-motioning to his staff.
When he had first laid eyes on the orb, Ramattra could barely speak. A moment of awe- of fury. He had crossed continents, walked most of it alone, only occasionally the rare few of his kind of who had managed to integrate into human society quickly giving him assistance. He had come so far for answers. To be greeted by serene omnics offering him a mediation tool was a harsh slap. How could this be what he needed- what all omnics needed?
"It's a Shamabli meditation orb." He replies, then corrects himself: "It was."
It took weeks for him to relax among his own brethren. Took even longer for him to realize that his silent walks around the monastery at midnight were not a result of his extended wake cycle. On each circle of the stone-walled perimeter, Ramattra's orb refused to do more than flicker its lights. That was fine, because he was too busy scanning the freezing mountain for any heat signatures.
"Was?" You stare at the purple-striped thing. With a tip of his head, the orb floats out of the crook of his staff, settling between you. "Oh," you murmur, leaning in close to watch the tiny pyramids circle in waves.
It had begun floating on its own. He had dismissed his optics array while meditating- a feeble attempt to acquiesce to Mondatta's recommendation to disable or suspend his combat programs. He could not disentangle many aspects of his HUD from raw optic feed, so the only option was to turn it off entirely. That was fine; they were miles away from any human interference. And for once, Ramattra mediated without running checks. When he had re-engaged them, the orb had finally taken on its intended life, glowing a soft gold and spinning slowly.
That was the trick; Ramattra could not make it float, could not force it to bend to his will, to obey his commands. He could pry into its inner workings, but he knew all too well that would defeat the purpose. No, the orb was intended to run on the very background processes that were difficult for Ramattra to access himself, to be a visual, physical representation of his own state.
You catch one of the pyramids between your thumb and forefinger. The rest that circle the orb shift, fill in the space. It's tiny, pointy where it digs into the pad of your thumb, solid when you press on it. One side glows a soft purple, the same hue as the orb itself, as the line of light inside the staff's crook. With a lift of his fingers, the pyramid dissolves.
"What...?" You blink, stare down at your open, empty palm. With another movement, a dust cloud settles over your hand, then manifests, compresses into the same pyramid. "Nanites?"
Ramattra hums.
He doesn't really remember why he took the design. He knows how he got it. A new arrival had nearly entirely overloaded when her orb refused to sync with them anymore- had almost overloaded again when presented with a new one that they could successfully link with. Ramattra was the best engineer at the monastery, of course he had offered to investigate the faulty device. Any chance to crack one open and pick it apart from the inside. It was as much a self-satisfying investigation as a genuine service to his brethren.
He'd improved their designs within a week and quietly kept the blueprint tucked into his memory banks. Just in case.
He didn't know, exactly, what that had meant yet. Ramattra knew by then that despite his hours, years of self-reflection, of looking out into the universe, of pondering his very own existence and life, that there was something not right. Something here wasn't working. Every time he had to venture down into the town below the monastery for parts and cloth, he felt it in the world. In the very shadow of this omnic safe haven, he saw the fear and hatred in human eyes.
"The Shambali use them to heighten self-awareness, to regulate intense emotions. It's a symbol of internal, spiritual balance to control them." He says, and summons the orb closer to himself. "They can be difficult to control when affected by powerful discord."
"But you altered it?"
The orb settles into his palm. He turns his hand, inspecting the smooth, dark surface. "Yes," He says, "I call it a void accelerator. The orb acts as a magnet accelerator, propelling projectiles where I desire."
"Does it still help you?" You study down at the tiny pyramid still in your grasp. Ramattra's faceplate lifts, stares blankly at you. When you meet his gaze, you rephrase. "You said it regulated intense emotions, that you would meditate with it. Does it still work like that?"
The orb floats before him, pulls the missing piece from your hand. They dance around the orb in slow waves, spinning individually as they go. Ramattra hums, resettles himself. "Yes, in a way."
In the background, he scans the outside of the compound for movement.
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imaginefe · 5 years
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Liking their tails is acceptable but I bet having a tentacle kink is shamable they can like use them as hands so But also one of their tentacles is like the dick so maybe it’s not seen as kinky?
maybe itd be like... how many tentacles you wanna take... sure one is normal. two is frisky. wanting three or more would get you shamed...
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the-rockstar-lestat · 5 years
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Since Louis is Lestat-shaming, are you going to shame him back?
I WISH . Other than listening to the Violin station on Pandora for three days straight once I have never caught him at anything shamable. Unless that counts?
We wound up having a music fight. I turned up my David Bowie and he turned up his whatever depressing shit until I won.
But I'll keep my eye out.
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kawaiijohn · 6 years
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ho ho ho! now i'm only the more intrigued by what your kinks could possibly be! kill me if you must, i am ready to face oblivion in the knowledge of such powerful kinks!
are you sure you’re ready to know?  because some are very... shamable
so shamable you’d be shamed for simply knowing what they mean
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realhankmccoy · 3 years
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You are one bitter motherfucker
Bitter enough to be sending anonymous insults to erotica writers?  Not yet. However, I have been proposing for a decade now that a Schopenhauerian tract titled “Zur Verteidigung der Bitterkeit” be drafted.  You think I’m a weakling who will take a punch in the gut from Republicans with a smile?  No, 1000 punches will come back their way.  We’re playing by their rules now:  no mercy, destroy the enemy, who is irrational and out-of-line and utterly shamable 10 times a day so long as the shame brings us more power. Destroy the enemy’s cheek, as Jesus said.  Hey, the GOP writes the rules of conduct, I just happen to throw a better right hook.  Don’t hate the player, hate the gayme.
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