#unsafe for work

[frogwhomp]

two friends hanging out

[martini-garnish]

So I've been throwing ideas about Vox at @bigfatbimbo for a hot minute, specifically factoring in his relationship with Valentino because they are toxic and manipulative and so incredibly non-exclusive lmao. But some things are too long to be asks and y'all Did vote for freak behavior on main lmao

(Like every other scenario I wordvomit onto the screen this is definitely based around an oc but I'll be generic with it lmfao)

18+! NSFW! Minors do not fucking interact Please!

So Val sucks, we know this, we know. Please note Vox also sucks. That does not get acknowledged often enough he is also an asshole. What I'm saying is there is no way he wouldn't use a side piece to get under Vals skin.

It's word of Viv that outside their relationship they're both very dominant, but with eachother it's a toss up and, inevitably, a fight for power every time.

Here's where this new partner comes in, especially if they're someone petty, vindictive, and or willing to take shots at Val. Because wouldn't he just hate to see something he has to fight so hard for get offered up on a silver platter to some Fucking Nobody? Of course he would.

So Vox let's himself get dommed. Kind of. He plans it, of course, lays out Exactly what's going to happen. He's pulling the strings, he's in control here, he won't let them forget it, but Val doesn't need to know that. The plan of course is to film this encounter and "accidentally" leave it playing somewhere that Valentino will probably definitely "accidentally" come across it. See someone else getting the easy submission he can't have.

The problem arises when Vox, stripped with his hands tied and someone, sometimes, being gentle with him in this state, realizes he likes this a little too much.

A lot too much. He's stopped reminding them to stay on script. He's forgotten to moan instead of whine. They tell him he looks so perfect like this, he's doing such an incredible job. And the scripted scene is out the window because he's fucking whimpering.

The more they praise him the more he forgets what this was for in the first place. That the point wasn't originally being told how stunning and brilliant and gorgeous he is while being touched so softly it almost aches. He didn't plan out begging for more, please fucking more because he's getting close before they even start paying attention to his cock. As soon as they do its practically over, he bluescreens, buffers, glitches, practically sobbing when he cums so hard it knocks out power in the entire section of the building.

Once he's back in his head he can't believe he knocked out the fucking camera, that was the whole point, now they'll have to set this whole thing over again. Friday? Does that work? Maybe sooner? It's really too bad he lost the footage.

(Of course he didn't, it autosaved up until the black out. But they don't need to know that.)

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Keepsafes

Fandom: Batman, DC Comics

Summary: AU where Martha and Thomas survive, and they adopt the batkids.

Chapters: 6/?

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Thomas Wayne, Martha Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Harvey Dent, Dick Grayson, Cassandra Cain, David Cain, Talia al Ghul, Damian Wayne, Jason Todd, Tim Drake

Relationships: Thomas Wayne/Martha Wayne/Alfred Pennyworth, BruHarvey, BruTalia

Additional Tags: Canon Divergent AU, Hurt/Comfort, Bruce Wayne is Not Batman, Angst, Alfred Pennyworth Knows All, Bruce Wayne Only Has One Child, Bruce Wayne is Not An Only Child, Bi Bruce Wayne, Unsafe for Work

Chapter Six: Lyon

“Brucie, wait with Alfred for a moment. I want to talk to Isaiah about setting up your next appointment,” Thomas whispered. Bruce hesitated, and Thomas smiled at him. “I won’t be long. I got a table for the four of us tonight at Pasquini’s. I can’t get enough of that pesto stuff.” Bruce smiled as he let Thomas go. 

Thomas took a deep breath once they entered the French doors and walked down the hall to Isaiah’s larger office. “Is everything okay? Is Bruce okay?” Thomas asked. 

“I want to start out by saying, Bruce is highly intelligent. He’s observant… Strategic, but not manipulative which is surprising for a child his age—.” 

“What do you mean?” Thomas interrupted.

“Bruce uses strategy to figure out whether or not people are trustworthy before opening up. He doesn’t try to manipulate a situation to get a desired outcome… He uses strategy as a means to assess threats. He was tense the entire time, never really relaxing… But given the trauma of the shooting, I can understand that. He’s in constant fight-or-flight mode… 

“But I picked up on other things. Bruce’s laser focus on the game as we played it… No matter how serious our subjects of conversation, he never forgot about the game. He insisted on playing it all the way through to the end… And about Alfred… He’s an important fixture in your family… Am I correct in that assumption?” Isaiah asked. 

Thomas nodded. “Alfred’s family. He’s been with me most of my adult life, and Bruce has known him his entire life,” Thomas replied.

“That’s good… It seems like Bruce is very emotionally attached to him. And I’ll tell you right now, Gotham Academy has nothing to worry about with Bruce. He’s not malicious… He’s got a strong sense of right and wrong, and he feels that although his actions were justified, he laments over being driven to violence,” Isaiah replied, “I think he’ll need long-term care to address the events of the shooting, but I think he finds a lot of comfort in his home life. He kept driving home that he felt safest when he was with you, Martha, and Alfred… How are you adjusting by the way?”

“Um… I’m doing a lot better. I was struggling with having to depend on Alfred and Martha to help me with things that I was so used to doing on my own… But now, I’m much more independent… I just—. It isn’t walking that I miss as much as the other things,” Thomas whispered. 

“Sex?” Isaiah asked. Thomas blew out a breath. 

“Yeah… I mean, we’re older and we were starting to slow down a little, but—. But we still liked to do—. We liked to set time aside to be intimate and warm toward each other, but I’m so worried that we’ll try something and it won’t… arouse me,” Thomas whispered, “And I hate that I can’t show that interest and love like I used to.”

Isaiah frowned and nodded. “You know, I’ll tell you something man-to-man. My wife and I struggled at first. I was ignorant of what it would be like to be with her. We had to adjust to each other… But it doesn’t have to be homework. It’s fun figuring out how to make up for the differences in a person’s body. 

“For Maya and me, that meant incorporating mirrors and signs in our sex lives. For you, that might mean trying to find other ways to get stimulated sexually. Have a sense of humor about it. If something isn’t working, be patient with yourself. Maya used to tease me about mixing up signs or getting flustered at seeing my reflection. 

“I’d say to try a little something this week if you can. Just ask Martha to do something different… Or switch roles. See how that works,” Isaiah replied. 

Thomas’ cheeks went rosy as he let things sink in. “Thank you,” Thomas whispered. Isaiah nodded.

“I’ll contact the school, and they’ll probably let him return on Monday or Tuesday to make sure he’s had enough time to move on from what happened,” Isaiah reassured him as he changed subjects. Thomas smiled back and nodded. 

**

That night after Bruce fell asleep, Thomas took Isaiah up on his advice. He entered the bedroom in his robe and took a deep breath. “We don’t have to tonight if you don’t—.” 

“Of course, I want to, but you mustn’t speak so loudly. What if Master Bruce should hear you?” Alfred whispered. 

Thomas offered a sheepish smile as Alfred leaned forward and kissed him. Their lips found each other, gently touching as they parted, and Alfred pulled away for a moment. “Martha?” Alfred asked. 

“She said she’d sleep in Bruce’s room tonight to look after him. I think she’s too tired tonight anyway,” Thomas frowned, “I understand if you don’t think it’s a good idea… I just—. I’m tired of being afraid that I’m not enough.” 

“You’ve always been enough, Thomas,” Alfred smiled as he stole another kiss from Thomas. 

“Have you and Martha—? I just—. I feel guilty because I haven’t really been able to, so I—.” 

“A few times… Not often,” Alfred answered, “Would you like to hear about it?” 

Thomas smiled and shook his head as he transferred from his chair to Alfred’s bed. Alfred climbed into bed beside him. He used to ask about every little detail when Alfred and Martha were together out of a macho sense of competition, but he’d matured in the past few years. “I’d like to talk about Lyon in nineteen-seventy-one. Do you remember?” Thomas asked as Alfred untied Thomas’ robe, exposing his nakedness under the dim lights. Alfred kissed his neck and chest, rubbing Thomas’ freshly shaved chest. 

“It was a lovely day. Sunny, but not too hot. I recall you feigning drunkenness after one glass of wine, so I could escort you back to your room. I was halfway through unbuttoning your shirt before I noticed,” Alfred trailed off as he kissed his chest. Thomas reached for Alfred’s cheek, only for Alfred to pin his hands above his head. “You were insatiable, Master Thomas.” 

Thomas closed his eyes, listening to the gentle smack of Alfred’s lips against his bare chest between graphically erotic descriptions of what his body looked like in the hotel during daylight hours. “The beads of sweat forming on your suntanned thighs… How could I forget the way you begged me to expose your nakedness as I have now?” Alfred whispered. “Would you like me to remind you what you sounded like?” 

“Mm… Mhm,” Thomas nodded. 

“ Alfred… You can have me if you—. ” 

Thomas chuckled. “I did not sound like that,” Thomas replied. 

“Your hand guiding mine to your shorts. So desperate… Engorged and throbbing. Your face was a portrait of agony and lust… How long had you desired me in silence? In secret? How long—?” 

“Alfred,” Thomas panted with his eyes shut, “Alfred, I’m ready.” 

Alfred let go of Thomas’ hand and looked down at his hardon. Thomas reached for it, trying to control the throbbing, and drooling of his cock. “Master Thomas,” Alfred whispered as he touched himself through his pajama pants. Thomas groaned as he listened to Alfred moaning quietly, his voice sounding much softer than he was used to. “You haven’t answered my question. How long?” 

“Alfred, I’ve wanted you every day since we met… I would’ve cum even if you hadn’t touched me that day… Oh, Alfred,” Thomas moaned as Alfred fingered him. “Alfred, don’t stop. Please don’t stop talking.” 

“The way it felt when you were inside of me, Master Thomas. The way you moaned my name that day. How you trembled as you came inside of me,” Alfred whispered. 

“Alfred, hurry,” Thomas whispered. Alfred nodded as he pulled his pajama pants down to his knees as he slid into Thomas. Thomas gasped. 

“Are you about to cum?” Alfred questioned as he sped up his thrusts. “How does it feel, Thomas?”

“Alfred, please… I love you. I’m sorry, but I’m about to—. I wanted to—.”

“Thomas, do shut up and cum for me, darling,” Alfred grunted as he kissed Thomas’ neck. Thomas shuddered underneath him as he came. Alfred stroked Thomas until Thomas grabbed his wrist. Alfred offered a satisfied smile as he kissed Thomas’ cheek and rolled over to finish himself off. 

“Alfred… Alfred?” Thomas whispered as he wiped himself off. Alfred turned his head to face Thomas. “I love you.” 

“And I love you, Thomas… Would you like me to hold you tonight?” Alfred questioned. Thomas nodded as he stared at the ceiling. “Are you alright?” 

“I don’t know why I’m still so nervous… Alfred, I’m—.” 

Alfred wiped off and rolled onto his side. “I love to look at you from that angle… You make a face… It’s quite beautiful,” Alfred replied as he tried to mimic Thomas’ expression. Thomas laughed as Alfred pulled his pants up and climbed out of bed over him. “You worry too much, my love. I’ll fetch your pants from my drawer. It’s far too cold to sleep nude in the house at this hour.”

[bluestockingbaby]

73 + Batman villains

73. Venus In Furs by the Velvet Underground + Batman Villains

Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather Whiplash girl child in the dark Comes in bells, your servant, don't forsake him Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart

Downy sins of streetlight fancies Chase the costumes she shall wear

"My safeword is... Batman!"

"Batman? Okay."

"No! He's behind y--" [GLASS SHATTERING]

[artificialjealousyartist]

Cherry and Yogurt participating in unsafe workplace decorum

ORIGINAL DATE: JULY 2020

[sylvctica]

i cant actually post this cause tunglr will hammer this post out of existence so i have to put a toyhouse link but HHRHGHFDHGH HSFDHDSHF SB AKRB AKRB AKRBK COMMISSIONED HALF FERAL SYLVIE *RIPS SHIRT OFF*

(link is saucy pls pls pls be aware)

[asquirrelinspace]

YOINK!

Source: US fish and wildlife service on instagram (https://www.instagram.com/reel/C817Hl-qrm-/)

[martini-garnish]

Sorry not sorry for this one

Told y'all I might make the Vox girlies mad. CW for Valentino being there lmao.

18+ Minors DN fucking I. I already had to block 2 of you for following me I'm serious about this.

So many Vox fics the MC hates Valentino which is like very fair he's very hateable but there's also this pattern of Vox not wanting him anywhere near them and I'm gonna be real with you guys. I don't think he'd be protecting anyone for shit.

If he cared enough about a second situationship to want them to stick around then yea, he would probably try and make sure Val didn't get them under contract, but that's because he wants that position lbr. He would strongly discourage ripping them to pieces like one of Velvette's models, but if they're dumb enough to put themself in the line of fire it really can't be helped. And as I've said he certainly isn't above using either of them to manipulate the other into doing what he wants.

That's not to say he isn't conflicted about anything going on here. On one hand he does want to keep them to himself, Val has dozens of playthings so he should be able to keep this one just for him. But....

More than he'd be willing to admit he also wants them to get along. Probably a little too well. He has never wanted to watch two people fuck this bad in his life or afterlife.

Let's face it the man is an absolute voyeur, watching the people he's usually fucking go at it with eachother would run a close second place to watching Alastor getting his shit kicked in in terms of turning him on.

From another room or, preferably, with a front row seat. Somewhere he can run commentary. About how hot this is, about how he's so hard it hurts, how good this looks, how he wants it burned into his fucking brain and it is because there's no way he's not saving it.

Whether it's rough and violent or painfully, torturously slow depends on if he can convince Val to listen to him, because there's no way he's bottoming for some rando just because they're Vox's second favorite cocksleeve he is still calling some of the shots here- besides, he does want to see exactly what Vox sees in them, who can blame a man for being curious?

It's not a cuck thing as much as Vox can get a little riled up from humiliation this is different, he doesn't know who to focus on and just starts giving demands instructions to both of them about what the other likes. Though, that gets incoherent pretty fast given he's fucking his hand like stopping would kill him.

He also happens to have the restraint of a spoiled child and as much as watching this is driving him insane he very quickly comes to the conclusion that he needs to be in the middle of it. Right The Fuck Now Actually. Preferably inside of one of them with the other inside him (and 9/10 times that turns out in the orderyou would expect, sorry tops). He will Be the fucking get along shirt.

Also Low-key hoping but would never, ever admit that he wants them to get along so they can tag team praising and degrading him. You couldn't torture that info out of him though. Valentino has already tried.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Keepsafes

Fandom: Batman, DC Comics

Summary: AU where Martha and Thomas survive, and they adopt the batkids.

Chapters: 43/?

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Thomas Wayne, Martha Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Harvey Dent, Dick Grayson, Cassandra Cain, David Cain, Talia al Ghul, Damian Wayne, Jason Todd, Tim Drake

Relationships: Thomas Wayne/Martha Wayne/Alfred Pennyworth, BruHarvey, BruTalia

Additional Tags: Canon Divergent AU, Hurt/Comfort, Bruce Wayne is Not Batman, Angst, Alfred Pennyworth Knows All, Bruce Wayne Only Has One Child, Bruce Wayne is Not An Only Child, Bi Bruce Wayne

Chapter Forty-Three: Unspoken

With Bruce gone on his sailing trip, Dick at summer camp, the house carried a strange echo to it. The first two weeks without them took a toll on Thomas, but he tried his best to conceal his anxiety. Martha threw herself into the plans for her gala at the end of the summer and took over Cassandra’s speech therapy completely. And Alfred carried on during the day as if everything was normal. Thomas found a little piece of his childhood, though, when he took Cassandra to her first ballet lesson. He sat off to the side and watched as each of the girls shed off their outer layer of sweatpants and sweatshirts, cramming them in their duffel bags. He was glad he heeded the instructor’s warning about the studio being cold because he nearly went without a sweater because of the summer heat outside. “Dr. Wayne, it’s fancy meeting you here. Is she your daughter?” a woman asked. Thomas pushed his glasses up and corrected his posture.

“Oh, yes… Sorry, I’m a little bit nervous. It’s her first class,” Thomas replied. Cassandra looked around before turning to Thomas, and he waved at her. She waved back and turned to their instructor. “Don’t worry. She’ll be fine. My daughter’s been taking lessons since she could walk. This instructor is so sweet,” she whispered, “I’m Tawny.”

“Nice to meet you, Tawny. You can call me Thomas or Tom,” Thomas replied, “It was difficult finding a class where I could sit in. She had a few setbacks in speech, so I just want to make sure her needs are met in class.” 

“Oh… She’s in speech classes. Is it some sort of stutter or—?”

“She doesn’t speak. Not yet. It’s um—. It’s complicated, but she’s so eager about everything she does. I’m so proud of her,” Thomas whispered. 

**

As the class progressed, Tawny watched in amazement as Cassandra replicated the instructor’s advanced movements. “Her older brother’s in gymnastics,” Thomas tried to explain, but Tawny almost seemed disgusted with him as if he’d lied to humiliate her. Thomas turned away from her and watched the instructor close out the class, and Cassandra returned to him. He picked her up and tapped her nose before sending her to get her dance bag. She brought it to him, and he held her sweats out as she grabbed her sweatshirt and put it on over her leotard. 

She made eye contact with him and grabbed his face. “I think you were fantastic, sweetpea. You worked so hard today,” Thomas commended her before kissing her forehead. She put her sweatpants on before taking her water bottle out of her bag. Thomas stood up and offered to take her bag, but she held her water bottle up to his face. After taking a sip, Thomas took the bottle and held her hand. “Would you do this again?” 

Cassandra nodded enthusiastically. “Okay. Okay. Your next class is Wednesday afternoon,” Thomas replied, “Now let’s go home… Daddy’s getting a little headache.” 

**

Thomas sat in his office with Cassandra as he watched the news. Cassandra sat with her back turned to the TV while she worked on her spelling. “Try spelling your big brothers’ names,” Thomas whispered. Cassandra looked up at him and nodded. 

Meanwhile, something interrupted the regularly scheduled news, diverting Thomas’ attention back to the screen. He’d been fighting what felt like a migraine all day, but suddenly he felt ill beyond words. There wasn’t any time to make it to the bathroom, so he dropped to the ground and grabbed the wastebasket. 

Cassandra stood up and looked at Thomas. She’d seen sickness before, but Thomas didn’t move like himself. Something was off. She hadn’t seen his face, but she ran off, frantically searching for an adult. She grabbed Alfred’s arm in the living room and dragged him to Thomas’ office. “Miss Cassandra!” Alfred chastised her for her impatience. 

Cassandra pointed toward Thomas’ desk with tears streaming down her face. She kept pointing and pointing, but Alfred wasn’t looking at her or the desk. She wondered why he wasn’t looking, but he shouted for Martha. He shouted her name over and over, and Cassandra kept tugging his sleeve. Desperation set in, and Cassandra pinched him. He flinched and shook his head at her. “Absolutely not, Miss Cassandra. It might not be Master Bruce’s—.”

She was in tears, hyperventilating as she shoved Alfred and returned to Thomas’ side. Thomas made a noise in an attempt to speak. He tried to write, but his right arm wouldn’t work. Cassandra banged on the desk, making noise until Martha and Alfred came to calm her. Martha noticed the vomit in the wastebasket, and she heard Thomas’ voice struggling for words. “Thomas!” Martha shouted. She called 9-1-1, and Cassandra held his left hand, keeping him calm while they waited for an ambulance. 

**

Harvey’s jaw tightened while a client’s boyfriend talked over her. “All due respect, I’m talking to her. I’m not speaking to you,” Harvey stated. 

“Listen, you—.”

“No. You listen or you can leave. I’m speaking to Miss Aiello because she’s on trial. She must speak for herself. You will not be allowed to speak on her behalf. She’s got a lot on the line here, and I don’t think you’re helping her case by speaking over her and guiding her testimony,” Harvey interrupted. He opened his notebook and looked at Miss Aiello. 

Her boyfriend slammed his hand on the desk and left the room, while Miss Aiello sat with her head bowed and shoulders raised. Harvey took a deep breath and placed his hands down on the desk. “Miss Aiello? I have to ask because it’s going to help your case. Why are you lying about where you were? I can make a hell of an argument for you either way, but we have got to trust each other. I’m not going to hurt you. I’m not going to fuck you over. I don’t trust that your boyfriend has your best interests in mind and quite frankly I think he’s a pimp. But back to my question, Miss Aiello… Why are you lying to me?” Harvey whispered. He had a migraine. He’d been having migraines a lot lately, but he attributed it to his current position. 

It was on the opposite side of the law in his mind, and his first big case was this woman, who was doing everything to hinder her own case despite being innocent. Harvey knew she was innocent, but she was so afraid of her boyfriend that she couldn’t focus on anything but keeping him calm. Her life was on the line, but she couldn’t tell him the truth, and he wanted to know why.

She pushed her bangs back as she started to cry. “I wasn’t with Jimmy,” Miss Aiello whispered. 

“Who were you with?” Harvey asked. Miss Aiello sobbed. “I know it’s scary, but he can’t hurt you more than the system will. Please give me what I need to fight for you properly because we both know you didn’t murder anyone.” 

“I didn’t come home the night it happened. I didn’t come home because I was with this guy I’d been seeing behind Donnie’s back. I’m not—. I’m not—.”

“It doesn’t matter. You have to walk me through that night,” Harvey interrupted, “I’m not judging you. I just want the facts.” 

Miss Aiello gasped for air through her sobs until he grabbed her hand to comfort her. Someone knocked, and Harvey sighed. “Hold that thought,” Harvey whispered before opening his door a crack. “Honey, it’s not time for dinner yet—.” 

“You have to come with me,” Gilda whispered with tears in her eyes. 

Harvey stepped outside and shut the door behind himself. “My client is facing an accessory to murder charge, snookums. I can’t just walk away in the middle of the day,” Harvey whispered. Gilda opened her mouth to say something, but she looked into his eyes and nodded. 

“Can I wait outside?” Gilda asked. 

Harvey bit his lip as he smiled at her. “I appreciate seeing your pretty little face right now,” Harvey whispered as he lifted her chin. “Don’t be upset. I promise you… Twenty-five minutes. You can set your watch by me.” Harvey kissed her, and she closed her eyes, holding back tears as she kissed him back. 

“Okay,” Gilda whispered. 

Harvey disappeared into his office and sat across from his client a while longer. “Is that your girlfriend?” Miss Aiello asked. 

“Fiancée,” Harvey replied, “Miss Aiello… That night. What happened that night?” 

**

Harvey jumped in Gilda’s car, swearing and shaking. “Gilda, is Thomas okay? I just spoke to him this morning. Jesus Christ,” Harvey panicked. 

“I don’t know. Mrs. Wayne called me an hour ago, asking if I was with you. I said you were at work, so she made me promise not to worry you. I—. I asked her what was going on, and she said—. She said Mr. Wayne wasn’t feeling well, so they took him to the ER. They told me it wasn’t serious, but I—. Oh, God, Harvey. I’m so sorry,” Gilda apologized. 

“It’s not your fault. It isn’t. Thank you. I wouldn’t have been able to do my job if you hadn’t held out on telling me. I’m gonna call Martha and see if she’ll tell me what’s going on,” Harvey whispered once he caught his breath. 

He called Martha on his cell and rolled the window down. “Harvey, it’s going to be alright. They broke up the clot, but he’s got to stay in the hospital for a few more days,” Martha whispered. 

“A clot? Martha, what’s going on?” Harvey asked. 

“You haven’t watched TV at all today… Have you?” Martha questioned in reply.

“No. I—. I’ve been at work since six this morning. Are you gonna try to get in contact with Bruce?” Harvey questioned. She didn’t answer.

[und8e2ff]

Saint Seiya Drinking Game

Take a shot every time Main Breadwinner sounds like a goofy ass name for an underwater obelisk.

Please don't. You WILL die, actually.

[imjustheretoseetheprivateblogs]

I want some quality smut with some chubby girls

Someone give me some recs. Big girls need lovin too

[cybersexuality]

Steve Martin & Martin Short: an evening you will forget for the rest of your life.

So this is on Netflix and I'm like 'fuck yeah! I love these guys!' because I'm on like an ADHD kick and I'm hyper-fixated on watching stuff I grew up on with Martin Short.

{Just last night I re-watched Jungle 2 Jungle.}

Now I'm loving this special, I'm legit still invested in it even with what I just saw...but a fair warning. At one point in the show, you can see Martin Shorts junk through a very white and see-through onesie.

Use this knowledge as you see fit;

I'm cringing in the corner because I was not expecting this. My actor crush on this man went from 'omg he's so cute' to 'why the fuck did I just see his penis!?'

I've got no ill thoughts I just was not expecting to see that and I wanted to put that out there to the world.

[caffichai]

Mudrock torso warning! Do not look below if you don't wanna see torso again!!

Thanks everyone who participated in the poll!

[sexhaver]

From someone who generally agrees with you about things but is having trouble following you here:

How do you reconcile your dismissal of the 4B movement for its homophobia and transphobia with criticisms of homonationalism (the chauvinistic condemnation of liberation movements in the Global South because they do not align with Western left values on gay and trans people)?

Should homonationalism only be avoided for national liberation movements specifically? Or is there something about women’s movement in the RoK that makes it more acceptable for USAmericans (who continue military occupation of the RoK) to dictate the terms and methods of their struggle?

oh i REALLY hope you stretched before reaching this far. @rui-cifer come check this shit out

[dispatchesfromtheclasswar]

[cloudysonder]

Loid POV on Red Circus Terrorist Arc

I know that the manga doesn't really dwell on this very long, especially because we're mostly experiencing this event through Anya's POV, but... can you imagine what Loid must've felt? For the great spy Twilight to come "racing back here" from a business trip that was probably significantly far away?

Imagine Loid in his Dr. Forger front, socializing with his fellow doctors on a business trip, when he suddenly gets some spy intel that an Eden College school bus has been hijacked by terrorists.

His heart drops without his permission. He knows that Anya was going on a field trip today. She'd been excited all through breakfast, talking about museums and heroes and spies and wars --- he hopes selfishly that it wasn't Anya's bus (for Operation Strix, of course).

More intel gets to him. It is Anya's bus. Moreover, the attackers are the Red Circus, a violent terrorist organization with a rampant hatred of the upper class, its leader driven by vengeance for his own daughter. He stops breathing--- rambles out some excuse to his coworkers to get away--- somehow still has the sense to hotwire a car instead of driving his own--- gets to the scene, forgets to put on a different face in his panic, just steals some officer's uniform as he rushes to the scene---

How could he have let his guard down? How could he have lulled himself into such a false sense of security? The country isn't at war, yes, but it isn't stable, either. Sending Anya to Eden was never going to be safe. He should've sent her back, just like he almost did when she first got kidnapped. He's not good enough to protect even one little girl-- he's a useless excuse for a spy.

He's utterly useless in the end, even as he does get to the scene. It sorts itself out (somehow???) and Yor is there to comfort Anya, always the loving mother (thank god for Yor, he thinks, and he should be alarmed at how much he relies on her when he doesn't know what to do)

he hears later that his stupid-ass kid was actually the one to de-escalate the situation by getting a FUCKING (fake) BOMB STRAPPED TO HER NECK. He's shaking in his boots--- he's never met or seen anyone with as little self-preservation and bravery as this kid that's now under his care. Is she stupid? Is she deeply traumatized from her time at the orphanage? This creature is incomprehensible to him, but she scares the shit out of him constantly.

How do you take care of a kid like that? A kid that's gone through so much in her short life, who would rather be in life-or-death situations than be apart from him, a random suspicious man she's only met a few months ago?

Twilight has no fucking clue.

He can only self-flagellate for so long. It's a waste of time. He may not know everything about Anya, but he has learned some things.

He hopes that he can find a bakery that sells peanut cakes.