#objectification tw

[profoundidiot]

disclaimer: objectification and making someone into furniture doesn’t really make my brain engage all too much.

However

A little sex/bdsm party?

someone wants to be tied up? The subbiest member of the group? But everyone is playing monopoly or something and can’t focus on them? Now, hear me out here.

charcuterie board.

Tie them down, bind them so they’re immobile and can’t move and even if they squirm it’s futilely. use them as a charcuterie board. Cover their tummy in meats and cheeses and jams and fruits.

tease them with light touches and soft rubs all evening. Brush your hands up and down their helpless body. Let them watch as they’re used as a table you can tease.

maybe they’re getting comfy, maybe that’s what you want? Them to rest and sleep? Or maybe they need to stay awake, stay focused and on edge. So you can tie a vibrator to them. Of course they do need to stay still enough, with the help of their bondage, to not make a mess. But they’re very good and obedient.

eventually the game is over, the snacks are done, and the real party can begin. And they’ve been getting more and more desperate this whole time. Now it’s just a matter of who lets them find release first.

#trans nsft #wlw nsft #t4t nsft #objectification kink #objectification tw #hornyposting #Ven’s Tales

[narcissisticpdcultureis]

(Content warning: abuse mentions, craving abuse, objectification/dehumanization, extreme idolization, delusions of grandiosity, victim complex, God complex, etc.) NPD + BPD culture is wanting someone who is God-like in your eyes to hurt you and abuse you over and over again... because you are a toy. You only exist to be the best at suffering. There is superiority and honour in suffering for someone who you would devote your every being to. It's feeling like you only exist to suffer, and that that's a delightful and extraordinary thing. Honestly, I know this sounds like a twisted version of grandiose delusions but... I genuinely feel this way. I crave to be the victim, to be used. That's all I know from the trauma I went through. :(

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#why is this a mood #npd culture is #npd + bpd culture is #npd #actually narcissistic #actually npd #narcissistic personality disorder #cluster b #bpd #borderline personality disorder #abuse tw #objectification tw #dehumanization tw

[zephywolf0]

the unfortunate origins of the “greaser” label

i’ve seen many a version as to how the greaser subculture got its name, from the most obvious being “hair”, to machinery grease associated with motorcycle customs, to the word “greaser” being a general synonym for “tough guy” at the time; however, in actuality the circumstances may not have been so whimsical. despite being associated with the mid-century, the subculture didn’t get its name until the 1960s, and more than that - the name was not self imposed. so what exactly happened?

the origins of the word greaser can be traced way back to the 1850s, or even earlier. i will go over them as i learned about them (feel free to correct me as i’m not exactly a historian or an american) and tie them back to the subculture eventually. it’s like a trip through time. please keep arms and legs inside the ride at all times

a striking use of the word greaser is found in the 1855 anti-vagrancy act, known as the greaser act at the time. as california was assimilated into the united states, and as the gold rush progressed, an effort was made to push "vagrants” out (including california - born mexicans, not just immigrants), creating the foreign miner’s tax - a whopping 20$ monthly fee to be granted mining rights at all (in today’s dollar this would be about eight hundred bucks!) it also leveled mexicans to a degrading, laborous job that there was available for them at the time - greasing mining carts;

 The word "greaser" (a vestige of the Mexican–American War) was a derogatory term used to refer to Mexicans and Mexican Americans referring to "the practice of Mexican laborers in the Southwest greasing their backs to facilitate the unloading of hides and cargo,"...

the word, despite existing beforehand, was popularised by its usage in an official document, and quickly spread. a scrambled effort was made later to rename the document, the damage had already been done.

as any word does, the word greaser and its meaning has mutated from then, going from a word referring to labourers to being essentually a slur, existing to futher degrade mexicans based on their appearance, as well as assumptions made about the culture and hygiene of mexicans:

They considered Mexicans to be “half-n*gro” and “half-Indian.” They called the Mexicans “greasers.” As one defined it: “A ‘greaser’ was a Mexican—originating in the filthy, greasy appearance of the natives”...

the slur persisted. the stereotypes did, too. the words “greaser” and “greaseball” were, as far as i can see, a popular staple of the american lexicon.

a popular stereotype about POC has, from my understanding, always been promiscuity and a “lack of class”. latino men have been stereotyped to be dim-witted and sexually agressive, while women have been objectified, reduced to their “exotic” appearance - a common stereotyping problem.

this is where we come back to the greaser subculture. 

despite its emergence in the late 1940s- early 1950s, the subculture did not earn its name until the 60s, for reasons unknown to me. what’s more interesting - and disturbing - is that it appears the 50s greasers did not name themselves that. 

a fact to keep in mind as we discuss this topic is that the subculture consisted of working class people, both POC and white - though of latino and white immigrants primarily. 

i believe the stereotype of mexican promiscuity is what influenced the label so much. the 50s greasers made a noticeable effort to distance themselves from the gender roles of the time, standing against marriage and traditional american living for the most part - an un-american behaviour;

Following World War II, most of American culture could be described as conforming. There were a lot of traditional gender roles, such as women taking care of the homes while men went off to work. However, the 50s greasers rebelled against conformity. 

this, undoubtedly, intimidated the “good, conforming americans” of the time.

with their desire to rebel against being boxed in came a stereotype of being somehow sexually agressive and vile, dirty in some way. the fact that the subculture housed and gave comfort to many latinos at its start made this notion even stronger. i think the use of the word to describe this subculture was comparative at first - maybe you’ve heard the phrase “acting like a greaser” before. i believe this was a comparsion made to point out this supposed differing expression of sexuality and gender for the greasers that were not outwardly latino.

“you’re acting like a greaser”, i.e., “you’re acting like a mexican.”

overtime, the phrase perhaps shortened, and as the subculture persisted, instead of comparing one to the other, the young men and women (primarily men, as i believe, since the ladies were named “greaser girls” derivative of their male comrades) were being directly labelled as greasers.

 i find it hard to pinpoint exactly when its meaning shifted. as far as i can see and understand, the word “greaser” is no longer used as a slur; at least, not popularly. nowadays, it’s almost exclusively associated with the subculture and its portrayal in popular media. it’s not my place to definetively state this, but it seems that now the term has been divorced from its racist origins. i’m definetely not trying to make anyone feel bad for using it - it now refers to your favourite slick-back boys. you can breathe easy.

thanks for coming along with me on this wordy post!

race, sexuality and gender expression among the subculture is a different topic for a different day.

p.s. i apologise on not being able to provide a clear source on some of the claims i make here - such as the naming of the subculture taking place in the 60s. feel free to take any info i can’t definetevely prove with a grain of salt. this topic is surprisingly difficult to research (as if this is something the people back then didnt want us to know or something!) and sources tend to contradict each other and even themselves - 

this is the same article (also what the actual fuck is that “white middle class females” comment???) 

bit of a tangent but this frustrates me quite a bit haha

#cw racism #tw racism #racism cw #racism tw #objectification tw #history #subculture #greaser #greasers #thanks for bareing with me #please if you are knowledgeable on american history lmk of any mistakes i might have made

[brettdoesdiscourse]

Women can still objectify other women. Objectification doesn't suddenly stop being a problem just because a woman is the one doing it.

This isn't just about lesbians being sexually explicit. This is specifically about them objectifying women. Lesbians can and do prey on women just like men can. It's dangerous to spread the idea that lesbians either can't or don't prey on and harm women.

Anyone can prey on and harm women.

#objectification tw #objectification mention #discourse #social discourse #brett does discourse

[aquaticsoul]

anonymous has returned to haunt him:

"Sielu, darling, I hope you have missed me as much as I have missed you.

"I know it's only been a short while, but I think I shall like my pretty pet to come home now. Where you belong."

Need to Hear || ACCEPTING

-> @shiroi---kumo may need to get in a fight.

The first trip he's taken outside is already going to hell. He doesn't know why he expected differently than to hear the damn plants - they're everywhere. They're always everywhere.

He'd only slipped out of the window for a moment. And the very next one, he hears it. He hears the sound of poison rolling off sickly-sweet lips and he hears the way she calls for him.

The most devastating part is the fact she somehow got ahold of his name. Then again, he wouldn't be surprised if she had it this whole time without him knowing.

It's followed by that awful word he hates so much, the one that has his head dropping in submission and tears stinging the edges of his eyes. All at once, there are hands on him yet none touching him. There are fingers that wind themselves into his hair, trailing along the surface of each of his horns to send a disgusted shiver down his spine - they trace that too. He writhes in his place as if to free himself, his breath halting against the rock that seems to have formed in his throat.

His pulse is racing, roaring in his ears as his heart struggles to prepare his muscles for what's to come. The vines will be here any minute now if he doesn't do something, here to take him away back to that hell, back to her.

A sob wrenches itself out of his mangled lungs. His shoulders curl in. His head drops further.

It already hurts.

It's going to get worse. It always gets worse.

Finally, his legs unlock as he scrambles to get back into the window. The pane rattles in its frame as he slams it shut behind him with sweat-covered palms, but still that's not enough.

He's not safe. He's running out of time. His vision is dark around the edges already. He's not safe.

It feels like he can't will himself to go as fast as he needs to. The shambling form of broken half-sobs and failed attempts to breathe makes his way down the hall, searching for his companions so that he can warn them of doomsday now that it's come.

His muscles are trembling almost out of his own control by the time he hits his knees at the dawn's feet. His body hunches over, hair falling to obscure what parts of his face are left exposed by his mask.

"C-Can't breathe," he forces out, gasping several times before he continues. "Can't go back. Don't want to. Don't want to. I can't. I can't breathe. Hurts. Not- safe. Can't breathe. Bad pet. Awful pet. I love - I love you. Can't breathe."

#[[ sielu and the very bad horrible rotten no good very awful day ]] #sing a round of love ; answered. #r ; the image of evil itself [ herba ] #objectification tw #abuse tw #ptsd tw #panic tw #topic ; herba #topic ; fears #r ; beast of the dawn [ aamunkoitto ] #arc ; show me how to fly (post rescue)

[exosupport]

I hate having nightmares about my exo trauma cuz whenever I try 2 tell my frens about it ppl always make jokes about me reading too much fanfics about my source and thats why I’m having the nightmares as if I’m not a fucking fictive who literally lived through it. Nobody gets what I’m going through it’s terrible. I was literally fucking experimented on for YEARS. i wasn’t allowed to have a fucking NAME. like. DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW TERRIBLE THAT WAS? HOW FUCKING DEHUMANIZED I WAS? I was an object. For years. It’s not fucking easy to be a person after that. And nobody will just fucking understand. It was real. It was real for me.

- subject A

Sounds like you need more supportive friends to talk to tbh, other fictives who know what it's like.

In any case, you're not alone in the slightest. Most of the people in our system most affected by their exotrauma have been dehumanized and objectified (some cases being literally referred to as an object, some cases being an experiment only given a number)

You're absolutely right, it's insanely difficult to just. Be a person suddenly when you've never been treated like one before. Nightmares are one awful part of that but it really is the worst when people expect it to be a footnote of your past, think you can just move on.

When your trauma is all wrapped up in your identity, with your very sense of self like that the least accepting and understanding thing someone can do is expect change immediately or at a pace that isn't your own. It's entirely up to you what and who you want to be and your trauma is a part of that, it doesn't define you, but you're perfectly valid for acknowledging its influence and if you'd like to you're allowed to embrace it.

You're right, you're the authority on your experiences, and you deserve to be treated with respect. Please don't hesitate to reach out if you ever need to vent or talk to someone who understands.

[ID: A banner with a Sanrio theme. It says, "Please get some rest" in a plain font. The background is colored with a subtle purple gradient with the texture of cartoon plants and flowers over it. There's two images, one at the either side of the banner.

The image on the left has Kuromi, a white imp-like rabbit who wears a black hood over her horns. Her hood has a simplified pink skull on it and her eyes are slanted downward, to express playfull deviousness. She is lying on her stomach, kicking her legs up and down, and writing in a pink and purple journal. There are two musical notes drawn next to her, one blue and one pink.

The one on the right has Kuromi lying on her stomach, with a black and purple handheld gaming system in her hands. She's smiling and playing her games. End ID]

#audit #vent #objectification tw #ask to tag

[nostomannia]

I've probably said this before, and at this point, it may as well just be in her bio, Solita's hypersexuality is a lot in part, thanks to Deity. While there's definitely things Sol has gone through that led to it, Deity's treatment was the main instigation.

While yeah, hehe, she's horny n pretty. It can be a hindrance and can turn to be even dangerous. Solita falls into a lot of bad situations, due in part to that.

Deity instilled an idea that her body isn't her own. The only way she doesn't feel disconnected is when she's sleeping with someone. But on top of that, there's Solita and connection. With sex, she doesn't necessarily feel the need to connect with a partner emotionally. It's intimacy without the humiliation of being known. She doesn't create attachments. Therefore, it becomes easier for her to walk away.

#objectification tw #trigger warnings may apply #suggestive tw #and probably a plethroa of other trigger warnings #abuse tw #bei g solita is suffering #I Cut My Teeth on Secondhand Sentiments || Character info

[ofsacriilege]

open to m/f/nb plot: based on // potentially this as well potential connections: significant other, friend, ex, complete stranger, boss, teacher, step/sibling, step/parent, anything else! tab*oo & multiple muses welcome!

"what are you-” words are cut off by a gasp as she feels their hands on her button up shirt, fabric straining for a brief second before it pops and her shirt spills open. she’s left exposed in front of them, t*ts out except for the thin, lacy white fabric of her bra, the cold air ( and unexpected arousal ) making her n*pples harden to obvious peaks in front of them. “i was...i was talking.” fingers grip the two sides of her shirt, fussing to try and pull it closed again.

#open starter #indie smut rp #indie kink rp #kink rp #smut rp #kink rp starter #alessandra l. starter #essentially just gimme some gross obj*ectifcation lmao #be mean to her #objectification tw #also the setting is open but DEF bonus points for public lmao #also the consent of this is super open #she can DEF be into it or it can be way more dubc*on-y #message me first if you wanna go nonc*on tho

[kazeofthemagun]

We saw what Chaos as the Earl did with Kaze but what would Anarchy do if they had successfully manage to corner Kaze? Would it be similar, turning Kaze into a weapon or something else?

[Heyy! Thank you for the ask! The Earl and Anarchy are both Chaos' avatars and though their methods do differ, their goals remain the same. Considering Chaos cannot directly kill either of the Unlimited, it needs to utilize them to do so. Which is why it turned Kaze against Kumo, as you know :) So, where am I going with this? Since Chaos' goal remains the same - neutralizing its enemies in some way - Anarchy would strive to achieve just that. However, with White Cloud now independent from Gaudium, they see a perfect opportunity to use the swordsman's pure heart to blackmail him to return into Chaos' service. (The "debt" of mortal lives that Kumo owes) Anarchy wants to get at Kaze by proxy - knowing he will do anything to protect his counterpart, his other, in order to accomplish his one true mission.]

[If they successfully cornered Kaze in this way, they would most likely use their Chaotic power to further mess with his head and once again make him hostile towards Kumo. In this way, they can "convince" Kumo the only person that will ever be close to him and offer any form of love is Chaos itself. For Kaze, the self-anointed Hunter of Chaos, falling into the beast's hands is the ultimate failure. In the end, his most tragic ending would be simply becoming a Weapon wielded by his worst enemy. Furthermore, he'd have to live with failing the memory of his people, his sister - Aura, as well as Kumo himself - the person he once considered his adopted son.]

[Though his mind no longer recalls, his heart still feels the bond he once shared with his 'Seejvariil'. Chaos would make sure his body became nothing but a subservient Weapon, while his mind existed suspended in a limbo of self-loathing. Whether this be done by the Earl, Anarchy, or any future incarnation of Chaos doesn't really matter :) It will suck for our dear Destroyer anyway. ]

#cursedfortune #[[ask response #thank you! #possession tw #objectification tw

[dragonofthestone]

(Break muse meme)

Your life has no inherent value; You were made as an object, not born.

Shut up. Shut up

He tried to ignore the thoughts trying to push their way in. It's not true... it's not..

It can't be.. but what if they're right?

#oomf #keep it secret; ask #dehumanisation tw #objectification tw #[really hitting that trauma button hard huh going straight for the heart] #/fears #anon

[silliestcreature196]

I think it's important to say, that it IS possible for someone to support AND fetishize certain things at the same time. I will state explicitly that there are MAJOR exceptions to this, but they are not mutually exclusive all the time.

In favor of this argument, let me use fatness and body positivity as an example.

Fatness is not something that you love someone "in spite of". It can be a desirable trait. Fatness isn't something to be shyed away from, nor are fat people deserving of inferior treatment than so-called "healthy" people. I wholeheartedly support the destigmatization of fatness in all forms.

In saying this, I'm comfortable with fetishitic exaggeration of fatness and weight gain, because of the separation between reality and fantasy. I do not act like every fat person is some fantastical super-glutton trying to eat their way to 1200lbs. BECAUSE I AM NOT DELUSIONAL. Fantasy and reality are two different things. My opinions on reality VS my tastes in fiction are completely divorced from one another.

Now, for an argument AGAINST this sentiment, I of course, have to bring up transgenderism. Here it's pretty black and white. You can't support AND fetishize trans people, because of the fact that the act of fetishizing them, trivializes and objectifies an inherent, uncontrollable part of their very being; and a part that leaves them as part of a marginalized group with targets on their back. The "fantasy vs reality" argument doesn't hold up here.

I don't know if any of this is going to make sense to people, but I seriously hope it does.

#rambling #discourse #lgbt #trans #body posititivity #support #my thoughts #chasers #objectification tw #chaser tw

[brettdoesdiscourse]

I don't like how quickly we normalized equating penis size to a person's worth.

#sexism #sexism tw #objectification #objectification tw #sexualization #sexualization tw #transphobia #transphobia tw #misandry #misandry tw #social discourse #discourse #brett does discourse

[aquaticsoul]

Crux of @musesofthemoon has gotten a bit turned around...

It was... Difficult, to keep track of this vessel that she's supposed to be keeping track of, to be providing aide for. She knows why it's hard to do so, she's not fool enough to think that anyone should find the base of the resistance, especially with so many people having a target on its back. But then, the little fairy was never very good at understanding the numbers she was given. What were they supposed to mean? At least when Oscha gave her orders, he gave her a visual description.

So instead, she's stuck trying to remember where the Comodeen was located, and how it looked. It was so difficult, though. Weeks stretched out like eternities, especially with how long it took for the small creature to get anywhere. But for now, she's taking a break, settling upon a tree branch in order to take a rest.

Though, once she does, she finally sees something that confuses her, a set of shining green horns. The last person she had seen with those types of sparkling protrusions was Makenshi! Did that mean this man knew him or something? It was interesting to think about, but that could also mean he had an idea as to where the Comodeen was, so she could finally make it back there. She probably shouldn't be speaking with someone she'd never seen before, but this was important, and the worst that could happen would be her staying as lost as before!

So, she flutters down to his eye level, tilting her head in order to size him up more. He feels familiar in a way that she can't quite pin, but that may be just because of the resemblance of his horns to her dear friend. It didn't matter, at any rate, the little one was on a mission. "Kuru..? (Hello..?)" she asks, in hopes that this man might be able to understand her strange speech.

Unprompted || ACCEPTING

[CW: Mentions of psychosis/effects of trauma and objectification. Very loose/brief religion reference. Under a cut because it's a bit long!]

He needs a few minutes to himself. If he's to decide anything for himself like Aamunkoitto demanded, it's this.

It's removing himself, just for a moment, just because he has to get rid of all the Mist in his lungs for the third time that week.

He can't shake the feeling that it's still loaded with corrosive poisons, even if there shouldn't be a possible way for that to be true. It still hurts to exhale it all just the same, anyway.

So Sielu leaves, just for a moment. He hasn't previously enjoyed the beginnings of mist toxicity anyway, so there's no good reason not to clear his system out.

But then he's outside, and - well, plants are everywhere around him, more alive than he wants to acknowledge but impossible to avoid. The idea that she's still watching him somehow, that she still has eyes on him everywhere he goes...

It's not something he likes. It's not something he's keen on explaining to his companions, because they seem to still think he's 'in there somewhere', but... he's shaped into something different now. There's no world in which they'll understand for they do not hear the same things he does. They don't hear her calling to him through the flowers, inquiring where her darling pet has gone off to, whispering statements of false love and of pure hatred in the same breath, reminding him that he is never in control. The ache in his lungs and pain in his throat only serve to tell him his Mist is no longer pure, that it needs to be expelled, that his very soul has been made unclean in an effort to keep him tethered to Herba.

Of course, no matter what amount of pain he is in, he is bound to Pilvi above anyone else. And even if it hurts, even if Pilvi were to strike him down with the Holy Blade right this instant, he still loves that boy with everything inside him. He'd still give anything just to know that Pilvi is free of Gaudium's hold, and he has already given up much of himself. His mind, his soul, his peace, his identity, his friends - all have been taken and replaced in some way. And desperately, he just wants someone to understand, but he cannot begin to explain everything that was done to him over the past few years.

They'd think him a liar, surely. A ridiculous, pathetic liar. So he keeps his nightmares and his waking troubles to himself, mitigating them the best that he can. It's usually times like this, when he says he'll return shortly and that he just needs to go cycle his Mist, when he finds that he's the most crushed, when he finds himself lost in thought because all he has the ability to do as of late is think.

They don't understand and it's hurting all four of them. He wants to fix things, to just let it be known he's in pain but he loves them, to just say what he feels without it being a conflict somehow.

Sometimes he starts wondering if it's best he just stays by himself, just like he's starting to spiral into now before he hears the softest rustle of leaves from behind him. His mask returns to its place so he does not harm whoever has joined him.

And then there are little wings fluttering in his direction, a pink little creature soon meeting his gaze.

Kuru..?

This is... she's saying hello, right? The language she speaks reminds him almost of birdsong - understandable in a way that probably doesn't make that much sense to anyone but Mist souls - more syllabic than anything with cohesive grammar or rules.

His gaze softens from fear into something more content. Mistericans have always been in tune with emotions, but even more beyond that... something in the little eyes staring at him tells him that perhaps he is not completely misunderstood. There's some sense of familiarity here, some... solidarity he cannot quite place, and it settles the violent storm in his soul to little more than a gentle shower, just the hope that this small lady will be peaceful company even if only for a few minutes. The hope that he can be anything outside of a pet is like cool water over a burn. 'Fellow wanderer' is such a nice change.

What a nice little greeting from this other sky child. What a perfect time.

Slowly, he extends his hand palm-up for her, a place to rest if she so chooses.

"Kuru," he replies, forcing it out past vocal cords that don't really want to work as normal. His voice comes out brittle as it usually does, but it's better than speaking through sobs and total breathlessness. "... Kuru... Nice to meet you, friend."

#[ he is SO delighted by crux ] #[ he was like 'man i am so fucking lonely' and then crux said 'hello' ] #[ she got a smile out of him!!! ] #[ he also is just looking at her like 'man. we have something in common and i'm not sure what but it's soothing.' ] #sing a round of love ; answered. #t ; dear fellow traveler #abuse tw #objectification tw #psychosis tw #ptsd tw #religion tw #arc ; 9 years passed without me (post escape)

[wecametobealonetogether]

I know I fought for my ability to think again, but what I would do to turn it off again for a little while. Not in a sexy way necessarily, just because I need a break in the form of being someone’s pretty little doll. Not one distressing thought in my head because I wasn’t made for that. Just brush my hair and dress me up and set me on someone’s shelf or lap. Let me move that slowly until everything stops moving so fast. Oh, to be treasured and spoiled and treated as an object of comfort 🧸🎀🩰🌹

#personal #objectification tw #ik this has kink implications but I’m honestly too tired for sex #I just need to rest