Me, consuming any media that involves superpowers or highly charismatic people: WHY IS NO ONE OBSERVING MASTER/STRANGER PROTOCOLS
Because Genre Savvy is the province of the Stop Having Fun Guy in superhero movies, judging by the MCU titles that come to mind.
Hell, even though the trope is listed on the Cap: Civil War page, it counts more as a dumb reference than actually being clever.
It is harder, however, to speak of it globally on media.
As much as I like to bag on Doctor Who, there certainly are times when they give a TInker with Master powers due suspicion (Demon’s Run)
master/stranger protocols are fun. the people who necessitate them are funner.
Regarding the OP: yep.
I haven’t actually read Worm, so I had to google what “Master/Stranger protocols” meant, but apparently it means “the stuff my inner genre-savviness is screaming about all the time”.
(”WHAT DO YOU MEAN, ‘IF YOU HEAR LAUGHTER FROM NOWHERE, GET OUT OF THERE IMMEDIATELY AND HEAD STRAIGHT BACK TO BASE’?! IF YOU CAN HEAR HIM, IT’S ALREADY TOO LATE!”
“WHY ARE YOU NOT ROUTINELY COMMANDING EVERYONE YOU KNOW NOT TO ACCEPT COMMANDS FROM ANYONE BUT YOU?! THAT’S CANONICALLY A VALID COMMAND; YOU EVEN USED THAT TRICK YOURSELF ONCE! ONCE! WHY ARE YOU NOT DOING IT ALL THE TIME?! I HIGHLY DOUBT YOUR CONSCIENCE CHOSE THIS OF ALL PLACES TO DRAW A LINE!”)
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#it’s canonically a valid command #can be apparently be done with no side effects except the now-shielded person being unable to remember the time spent installing it #(which would only have to be a few seconds) #(and he’s wiped larger chunks of memory for worse reasons) #doesn’t require a continuous power outlay #and a dose from someone of his power level would last about two decades before needing refueling #and he does it *once* #sexuality and lack thereof #(my genre-savviness is particularly sensitive to issues with mind control) #(because high salience and because training from all the erotic horror I’ve read when I couldn’t find any non-horror erotica) #examples taken from: #Red Panda Adventures #(I think I’ve only ever posted about RPA when complaining about their treatment of mind control) #(I’m presenting a rather skewed viewpoint here) #(I would like to state for the record that I listened to the finale of the main storyline this past weekend and greatly enjoyed it) #tag rambles
Do you want to do hypnosis? Do you want to do hypnosis WITH SCIENCE?
As much as research tends to lag behind what people are actually doing with hypnosis, the last few years have actually seen a pretty big increase in research done on and scientific curiosity about hypnosis. My personal theory is that this is because there’s an increasing number of studies coming out saying that hypnosis is A THING in and of itself (outside of, although often in addition to, the influence of factors like authority and cultural expectations). The hypnosis that shows up in research is obviously differently-applied (and often narrower) than what we tend to do as hypnokinksters/hypno-enthusiasts. A lot of hypnosis research relies on old, old methodologies and constraints of trying to standardize procedures. Still, I really like peeking in at the research that is happening and seeing if I can learn anything.
Also, “facilitative sensory stimulation” is now a fetish on FetLife, which we all should add. It’s the greatest euphemism I’ve heard in a while.
Ella: I’m incredibly curious about what a facilitative sensory stimulation suggestion is and cannot get to the referenced article. Kinesthetic inductions? I have someone imagine they’re on a mountain and play the sound of yodeling in the background? I have no clue.
Okay, so I looked into the article you couldn’t reach (yay university subscriptions!). While it never actually uses the term “facilitative sensory stimulation”, I skimmed the article a bit and found this quote regarding debriefing:
Subjects in the experiential expectancy modification conditions were told the following:
“We tried to help you become hypnotized by making sure that you would have the first few experiences I suggested to you. Remember when I told you to see colors on the wall and to hear music? Whenever I said to imagine a color, we turned on a colored light that made the room look a tiny bit that color. When I told you to imagine that you could hear music, we turned on a tape. We did that only for the lights and the music. Everything else you did entirely on your own, and you did very well indeed.”
So that’s probably what facilitative sensory stimulation means: making the first couple “hallucinations” happen in reality as convincers.
(Sorry to burst anyone’s bubble. But hey, now you know what they were on about!)
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#sexuality and lack thereof #the more you know #reply via reblog #the power of science
Note:@ilzolende thought I proposed that we deal with the first-degree ask bug by having the OP write their answer in a reblog rather than the “”actual”” answer section. I never actually said that*, but I think I like it, so I’m going to try adopting it. (I will be tagging these “”actual”” answers “zeroth degree asks”, for ease of blacklisting if they start cluttering up the dashboard.)
Relatedly, this is the first image ever associated with Brin, which my current icon deliberately echoes:
(holy crap, why is this picture so hard to find, it should not be this difficult)
(okay, got it; accidentally ran into an old argument along the way, but I got out of there without having to relive it too much)
(It’s one of the Typepad default commenter icons. If the commenter doesn’t override their icon, Typepad assigns them one: the assignment is random, but consistent between posts by the same person.)
Note:@ilzolende thought I proposed that we deal with the first-degree ask bug by having the OP write their answer in a reblog rather than the “”actual”” answer section. I never actually said that*, but I think I like it, so I’m going to try adopting it. (I will be tagging these “”actual”” answers “zeroth degree asks”, for ease of blacklisting if they start cluttering up the dashboard.)
concept: willy wonka and harry potter take place in the same universe the ministry of magic haaaates Willy Wonka
“Mr. Wonka,” Dumbledore smiled warmly, looking down into the Pit from his podium. The members of the Wizengamot muttered disapprovingly, shifting in their seats. Willy Wonka, clad today in a bright magenta suit and tophat, beamed cheekily up at them from his chair, his silver-gloved hands cradling his chin.
“Mr. Dumbledore,” He replied brightly, with the barest hint of a lisp.
“I trust you know why you are here?” Dumbledores question was crisp and businesslike, but the twinkle in his eye gave away his amusement at the situation.
“Not at all! I’ve nary a clue,” Wonka wiggled his eyebrows. Dumbledore audibly stifled a laugh.
“You are accused of improper use of magic, improper use of muggle artifacts, and several counts of using magic in front of a muggle,” Dumbledore reminded him. He conjured a projection with his wand. Displayed in grainy sepia was Willy Wonka, arm around a boy of around 10. Behind his back, he twitched an ash wand, and machines in the background around them whirred to life, producing all manner of sweets.
The projection ran its course and collapsed, and Dumbledore stowed his wand back inside his robes.
Wonka smiled and fiddled with his hat.
“How do you plead?” Dumbledore asked, leaning forward eagerly for what would surely be an amusing trial.
“Not guilty on all counts,” Wonka said, perhaps a tad smugly.
The members of the Wizengamot muttered amongst themselves. Not Guilty? Impossible!
Dumbledore hushed them quickly. “Explain, if you would. We have, after all, quite a mountain of evidence.”
Wonka stood and brushed a bit of dust off his suit. He tipped his hat mischievously. “Of course,” he grinned.
“Firstly, use of magic shall only be considered improper whereby it is applied to cause harm or applied recklessly. All magic used in my sweets is rigorously tested for both safety and taste. It is not used to cause harm, but to bring joy.” Wonka paused to adjust his jacket.
“But surely,” Dumbledore said, leafing through his notes, “you cannot deny that you illegally charmed several thousand muggle artifacts?”
“Ah, but I can,” Wonka said, now twirling his cap in his hands. “Muggle artifact refers, of course, to any muggle made object. But, you see, I built those machines, each and every one. They are not muggle machines at all, but wizarding machines, built by a wizard. The factory itself, as well. You could argue that, as machines are a muggle invention, I still broke the rules, but then I could argue that every wizard dwelling with any charms applied to its walls is in violation of the law, as muggles were the first to make bricks.”
The Wizengamot glared silently. He was right, of course. Violating the spirit of the law was not illegal if one followed the letter.
“And the last charge? These are definitely Muggle children, are they not? No magical talent, raised in muggle society?” Dumbledore straightened his glasses and peered down at Wonka, his eyes still bright with intrigue.
“Not at all,” Wonka grinned, placing his hat back on his head. “You see, the ticket system was not nearly so random as I pretended. The tickets were charmed, they would only becomes visible to children with magical heritage. All the children chosen were second generation Squibs.” Wonka bowed low, as if he were finishing a particularly well executed play.
“Well, ladies and gentlemen, it seems no laws were violated after all.” Dumbledore stifled a grin at the groans of angry disapproval from the Wizengamot.
“But he very clearly violated the intent of the rules!” Spluttered a large, rather red faced wizard in the second row. “He’s just…cheating! He’s cheating!”
“Ah, this is true, but he did not, technically speaking, break any of the rules. He did not expose muggles to magic, nor enchant muggle made objects, nor improperly apply magic anymore so than any magical confectioner. I’m afraid we have to let him go.” Dumbledore smiled gently and put away the rather thick file with Wonka’s name embossed on the cover. For the brief second it was open, a list of hundreds of charges with “Not Guilty” inked beside them was visible. It was carried off by a house elf, and the Wizengamot began to file out until only Dumbledore was left.
“You’re a very clever man,” He called down to Wonka. “We could use you at Hogwarts, you know.”
“No thank you,” Wonka called back, grinning. “Skirting the law is far more fun!”
Willy Wonka is a fucking Slytherin.
Second-generation Squibs? Now I want to know what Wonka told Grandpa Joe.
imagine if everyone you interacted with online had a physical body that housed their conscious mind, would that be fucked up or what
I often forget this. It’s weird that people I meet online are annoyingly human. I expect them to be spheres of energy or something.
Ask meme! Send something describing what I look like irl.
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#I know right it’s weird #also #ask meme #(I can’t verbalise the form-representations of people in my head) #(but if you can I would be interested in hearing mine)
concept: romcom narrated by a literary analyst like a nature documentary
“and here you see the lead male’s Supporting Cast, who are here to affirm his desirability by pointing out instances of unreciprocated attraction. note how he rejects their assertions – let’s see if he’s going for willful ignorance, or for humility. watch closely the stance he takes for the delivery of his next line, there are often nonverbal clues implicating what kind of protagonist we’re dealing with here”
So, random thing, based on a mood I keep having: How many people here are more into the less ero* side of things? Or not as into the BDSM aspects with it? I’m curious, mainly because it fits me pretty well and I like to think I’m not the only one out there with that view.
*I’m horrible at defining it, but let’s say it means that while hypno is a bit ero for you, you prefer the more funny/not as ero side of things.
This is a topic of much debate – @tennfan2, @soundshypnotic, and I occasionally “teach a class” themed around it. (I use “teach a class” because really it’s more like “put on a show”.)
And my role in said class is (as in real life) the guy whose heart is just about always in the hypnosis-for-hypnosis’-sake camp.
To be clear, it’s still very hot to me; hypnosis (depending on the context) is both a nerdy hobby and a kink, but adding the BDSM (for me) doesn’t necessarily amp up the hotness.
I mean, to me, hypnosis is almost always erotic on some level? there are a few *people* who are exceptions, but that’s mostly because of the nature of my friendship with those people…
As most of my EH pals know, and as I’ve talked with @jonsmisu about in private in the past, this is a HUGE topic for me–not so much on trying to parse the varying types of personal erotic interest, but in how our EH community makes itself fun and welcoming to all types, not just BDSM folks,
I’m personally not a “hypnosis for hypnosis’ sake” guy–I’m much more into using hypnosis as a tool to get at other mind-control or transformation erotic fantasies. That said, I do dabble in BDSM when it’s hot for a partner (which makes it hot for me!), and I absolutely know that most of my fetishes center around a power exchange of some sort and often a certain type of mental sadism. (Yes, all sadism is probably mental on some level – everything we do is mental on some level – I just mean my sadism tends to lean more toward doing nasty, mean, cruel things to someone’s mind and will, rather than physically to their body.)
So I’m definitely into hypnotism for the Ero part of Erotic Hypnotism.
However, I’ve often warned that our growing EH community needs to keep reminding itself that not everyone is into BDSM; not everyone has a D/s relationship with their partners; not everyone wants collars or to use terms like “pet,” “slave,” “Mistress/Master,” “Sir/Miss;” not everyone is into rope or floggers or canes. And while I put myself firmly on the Erotic side of things, I also have to remember that there are folks whose idea and definition of “erotic” is very different from mine—just as there may be folks who are into erotic hypnosis who have ZERO interest in a power exchange or control of another.
We have a very lovely, welcoming, friendly community, but as I’ve written at length before, the BDSM side of things still tends to dominate the community (no pun intended) for several reasons, including the fact that many EH groups and events are created in conjunction with an existing BDSM kink community or local dungeon, so not only do information about and invites to events disseminate through that BDSM community first and foremost, but also people already comfortable with being in a kink group and attending in-person events tend to be more likely to hear about and come out to attend an Erotic Hypnosis event.
In the past year, I’ve met so many more EH people like myself, or Smisu, or others here who are NOT necessarily into the formal BDSM side of things, and that’s been very encouraging and wonderful. And at the same time, I’ve done some of exploring myself of types of play that involve more elements of BDSM, with mixed but always fascinating results.
I hate having to repeat this over and over, but someone ALWAYS misses the point: I am NOT saying BDSM is bad or that it shouldn’t be part of the EH community. I am NOT suggesting we further sub-divide and Balkanize our EH community. I love my BDSM-lovin’ friends and play partners, I love talking to them, learning from them, and playing with them. I have NOTHING against BDSM and have always appreciated my own explorations of it. What I am repeatedly saying is that our larger community needs to be aware that not everyone is into BDSM and should keep our events and discussions as open and friendly as possible for folks curious about or into erotic hypnosis from different, non-BDSM angles.
But still, especially here on Tumblr, depending on how you curate your feed, you can find your daily dashboard filled with an overwhelming amount of BDSM images and discussions—much of it from your close friends in the EH community. And there are times when that feels overwhelming and alienating—it can make you feel like an outsider in the very EH community you were hoping to finally find fellowship in. You discover the EH community and think, “Oh yes, finally! My people!” and then you look around and go, “Oh wait… hmmm… Are you my people? Am I your person? Do I really belong here?”
The short, easy answer is always YES, of course you belong here—when you tune out all the BDSM imagery on Tumblr, we’re still left with a growing and varied community of great folks who welcome everyone, whatever they’re into to whatever degree. The issue isn’t how nice and welcoming and diverse the EH community is, it’s just how some of us sometimes perceive it, based on some of its most overt BDSM imagery and topics.
We meet cool, fun, awesome new friends, and then sometimes there’s that feeling of, “Oh, but they’re into so many things I’m not.” That can sometimes leave you feeling lonely and left out again. When you’re trying to find play partners to do the hypno things you want to do, but it seems like everyone is into all kinds of things you’re not, and you despair of ever finding a play partner who’s into YOUR thing or your particular level and definition of eroticism.
Jon Smisu, I’m sure your idea of and interest in “erotic hypnosis” is different from mine, and I know mine is different from @tennfan2’s or @daja-the-hypnokitten’s or @enscenic’s. Heck, I know my fetishes don’t even line up exactly with the play partners I do lots of fun things with—almost all of them have other kinks or fetish interests that fall outside my usual realm of play. Some of those things I explore with them, some of them I shrug and leave be.
All of which is to say, hang in there – keep exploring and defining your hypnosis interests for yourself; maybe try some new things, if only to figure out what you’re not into; but most of all, just know that you are far, far from alone in all this. Maybe all our kinks and fetishes and definitions of “erotic” don’t always match, but many of us have felt exactly that mood you’re describing. And meanwhile, our community needs to keep reminding ourselves of that—that not everyone seeking shelter under the umbrella of “erotic hypnosis” is looking for or excited by the same things.
(This post is somewhere between “direct reply” and “using previous posts as jumping-off points”.)
Yeah, my relationship with erotic hypnosis is…complicated, and full of approximations: “this isn’t quite right, but it’ll have to do”.
jonsmisu: you prefer the more funny/not as ero side of things.
Well, I definitely wouldn’t say I prefer the “funny” side of things, because that seems to generally mean embarrassment humour, and I hate embarrassment humour.
sebsteerpike: And while I put myself firmly on the Erotic side of things, I also have to remember that there are folks whose idea and definition of “erotic” is very different from mine
I think of my fetish as sexual, but I often have more in common with people calling themselves “nonsexual kinksters”. I could easily see someone with the same sexuality as me but a different outlook on it using the term “nonsexual kinkster” too.
just as there may be folks who are into erotic hypnosis who have ZERO interest in a power exchange or control of another.
Yeah, the thing where BDSM is treated as the be-all-end-all of kink tripped me up in my late teens. I called myself submissive for a while because I didn’t really know you could be a kinky bottom without being submissive.
(And…this isn’t quite the same thing as conflation with BDSM, but the assumption that a person will be into a wide variety of things is also tricky. Here I am with just the one paraphilia: a few different aspects, but in essence one thing. Being kinky doesn’t make me ~adventurous~. Hell, I’m not even into genitals.)
You discover the EH community and think, “Oh yes, finally! My people!” and then you look around and go, “Oh wait… hmmm… Are you my people? Am I your person? Do I really belong here?”
The short, easy answer is always YES, of course you belong here
I’m not convinced that I do, but I do think there’s something to be gained by hanging out with people who are only almost My People. It’s good for its own sake, and it’s additionally good because places like this are my best chance at running into someone who is My People.
but it seems like everyone is into all kinds of things you’re not, and you despair of ever finding a play partner who’s into YOUR thing or your particular level and definition of eroticism.
Yep. Not even anyone to play with, necessarily, just somebody to talk to.
(I’ve been feeling lonely this week, because on Tuesday it was time for a round of “Am I Ovulating, Or Just Sleep-Deprived?*”. And I knew that if I complained about it on Tumblr, I might get a few people commiserating as best they could, but there would be nobody to nod and say “I know that feel”, because none of them did know that feel.)
*I suspect the answer was “sleep-deprived”, because the next day I slept better but felt worse. Ovulatory libido spikes don’t have a ramping-up period like that (at least for me), so I think I was sleep-deprived on Tuesday but ovulating on Wednesday.
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#reply via reblog #sexuality and lack thereof #people who can distinguish between their drive for sleep and drive for sex fascinate me #long post #nsfw text
My hormones are everywhere as usual. I feel nice right now though and crying for a few hours felt nice too. Before I tried spiro or estradiol or progesterone or dhea, I used to become so distressed when I saw girls cry because it would happen fairly often, and among the people who I talked with, people would brag about how much they cried during a given movie or when reading a book or buying dental floss that reminded them of their estranged half sister.
I was really quite concerned because I though they must be experiencing a massive amount of agony every two weeks or so.
It turns out that a lot of crying in E モ—ド were important physical componants of useful emotional processing. Like dumping a river through your head to clean your brain.
I was really quite concerned because I though they must be experiencing a massive amount of agony every two weeks or so.
[not-consciously-endorsed typical minding]
Crying is painful, an unalloyed bad useful only as a form of self-harm. Ideally, crying should occur as rarely as possible. If you’re crying more often than about once a month, keep a close eye on your mental health; if it’s more often than ~weekly, whatever situation is causing it is terrible for your sanity and you need to escape it ASAP.
[/not-consciously-endorsed typical minding]
Asexuality has never made me question my hormonal profile, but people talking about cathartic crying (and specifically estrogen making crying cathartic) does. Either I just have an unusual (non-)reaction to E on the crying front, or something’s out of whack. (my guess would be the former; I’d expect additional symptoms if something was out of whack, and I haven’t noticed anything else)
(some context notes re: my expected hormonal profile: cis woman, early-mid twenties, not on any hormone-affecting drugs)
Personally, if negative!crying is wrong, I don’t want to be right. I mean, I guess cathartically-crying!me would, by definition, not be miserable about it (even if that’s hard to grok), but if nothing else it would remove one of the easiest-to-spot gauges of mental health I have.
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#I hate when people see me crying and give me that ”let it all out” shit #I hate it when I’m trying to stop crying because they’re trying to talk me out of doing what’s best for me #and I hate it when I’m not trying to stop because it’s a double standard #would you say the same if I were biting myself or clawing or whacking against hard objects? #I’m deliberately making myself miserable because I feel like I deserve it #and if you’re going to respond your response should acknowledge that #self harm cw #reply via reblog #is the blue I see the same as the blue you see #hormones
