#and it should be a no brainer that the well-being of their victims is of a higher priority

[vita-min-ze]

I feel like you don’t actually need to know all the intricacies of the history and relationship between Ukraine and Russia to assess who is right and who is wrong when it comes to the current war (I certainly don’t). A basic set of principles that should apply to every country:

invading another country is evil

raping/torturing/executing people (including children!!!) is evil

deporting children to your own country is evil

considering other cultures inferior and trying to erase them is evil

threatening a country (and its entire continent) with nuclear attacks is evil

Russia is doing exactly that. And it shouldn’t matter whether you like Tchaikovsky and Russian ballet, have Russian friends or never even heard of Ukraine before the war, your morals should not depend on how much you know about a country or identify with its people.

You cannot claim to oppose imperialism and ignore Central Asians and Eastern Europeans when they talk about their experinces with Russian imperialism. You cannot claim to support indigenous people but ignore the suffering of the indigenous people of Russia. You cannot claim to support refugees and victims of occupation and/or civil war and ignore Syrians, Georgians, Sudanese, Malians and more. And let’s be real, it cannot be just anti-Russian propaganda if so many people keep complaining at the same time, not just now but for decades and even centuries!

Btw, here are things that cannot always be described as “good” but are absolutely justified as a matter of self defense:

using weapons to defend your people against your invaders (and yes, that often includes the killing of soldiers)

feeling frustration and hatred towards your invaders and imagining a world where they get a reckoning

complaining about your invaders’ war crimes

demanding justice (not bloody revenge)

Oh no, Ukrainians are so mean ;( How dare they not want to be friends with those that hurt them. Unbelievable. And seeking prosperity and security through EU and NATO membership is russophobic too. [Sarcasm obviously]

Ukraine must win and Russia must lose, it’s that simple.

[onecantsimply]

Yandere Jack The Ripper x GN Reader

I probably should have wrote more for this, but it works. Does anyone want to send any requests in-?

They’ve been open, even if I don’t update for shit lol-

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• It’s a no brainer that Jack takes his responsibility of protecting you very seriously.

• When he fell for you, he fell hard, and dedicated everything he could to you while figuring out everything he was feeling. He knew it was Love, but he wanted to make sure.

• Jack wanted to be with you for the rest of his life, and he knew he wanted that. He needed and wanted to convince you that he was good enough for you, even with his lowly acts in the underground.

• The side of him which he never wanted you to see was buried underneath his acts of affection and protection. You never questioned why he could fight so well, and why he almost brutalized those that tried to do something to you. You were distracted with thanking him, much to his relief.

• Ever since the first time he protected you, he’s been addicted to your praise and your words of affirmation.

• The way you hugged him while giving him your gratitude was absolutely Heavenly to him. The warmth that coursed through his being when he felt your arms around him… The way a heat spread over his face when he heard you… He was infatuated.

• Which is why when you got hurt by someone, he was livid, even if he never outwardly showed it. Jack was always soft with you, making sure that you were content in every field of view.

• The side in which Jack never wanted you to see was revealed when he managed to corner the person that harmed you. There was no bliss of fear, but rather the bliss of pain.

• For any tear you shed, Jack would make your attacker hurt ten times worse.

• In a way, all of these people were stepping stools. But they were all in his way. Your looks and personality made others gravitate towards you. Him included. However, they were all in his way. He needed to get rid of them. He did what was needed. He got rid of anyone that got in his way.

• And yet, more kept coming along.

• They’re in his way.

• They’re in his way.

• They’re in his way.

• There was a sort of irritation that tugged at him whenever he saw someone that attempted to flirt with you. The instant they did so, Jack would immediately be by your side to protect you, like the loyal bodyguard he seems like.

• But with the irritation and hate he feels for the unfortunate victims that attempt to lure you into their grasp, he feels gratitude as well. After all, they’re only helping him get closer to you. They’re helping your affinity for him skyrocket.

• He’s realized such ever since he simply decided to sit down after murdering another of your admirers. The man was somewhat covered in blood. And yet, he couldn’t bother to care when he was in such thought. They were his stepping stools to your heart. With his own nature and how he protects you, it’s a guarantee that you’ll be his.

• He does everything for the affection he’s soon to receive. He does everything for the praise he knows he’ll receive, and is nothing but elated for it.

• Everyone that gets in his way drives him mad, with you being his only salvation to bliss. You are the person he could call home.

• When Jack speaks of how he’s going home, he means going to you, even if you two may not be in a relationship. He just wants to see you. He just wants to love you. He just wants to be near you.

• Jack adores seeing you happy, and he enjoys having you drag him around while holding his hand. He enjoys the instances of where you two are together.

• He sees it. He sees that color of love you hold while you hold his hand and guide him somewhere.

• Jack doesn’t need to abduct you for any weird reason. You fell in love with him on your own. You can be his.

• Elation was the only thing in Jack’s mind when he returned home. His heart was thumping out of his chest, practically. He could feel the heat in his cheeks growing darker as he thought about that color.

• Infatuation.

• It truly was something Jack never expected himself to be dragged into. Not as if he was complaining, however.

• He decided to put an end to his suffering as your “friend” by taking you out on a date. You two naturally had quite the fun time.

• Jack knew what you liked and disliked. He knew what you loved and hated.

• You knew that about him as well. Jack was open about some things about you, but of course, not the deepest points of his heart that was struck with the distrust and bloodlust he had.

• When you two got together, Jack could feel the thumping of his heart coming back. He could only feel… so much more happy than before. He could only feel that he was going to stay with you forever, no matter what you wanted.

• It worked. It finally worked. Jack didn’t care about the mountain of corpses under his feet. He didn’t care about how much blood he shed. All he wanted and needed was you.

• With one kiss, Jack knew all his work paid off. He knew his life would be better. He knew the mountain of corpses would only increase in size with you as his lover. Even if you don’t do anything to kill people, Jack knew your beauty was a killer all on its own. After all, his life belonged to you now. Your life belonged to him.

• You were his. That was all he needed. If people were in his way, he’d remove them. He didn’t need anyone in his way ever again.

[marzipanandminutiae]

Cabinet of Curiosities Opinions

Roland (Lot 36) is not a neo-Nazi and the hair wreath is not made from the hair of concentration camp victims.

I didn't think this needed to be stated, since he called the Wolmar family evil, which he definitely wouldn't have done if he agreed with them. But apparently some people see "German guy talking about Nazis" and assume he's one himself. Weird.

As for the hair wreath, such things were popular in the 19th century, not the 1930s-40s. I went looking and couldn't find any extant examples from that era. Given the presence of other antiques from that period in the storage unit, like the summoning table, it makes far more sense for the wreath to be an earlier family heirloom. At the very least, even if it WERE some perverse latter-day craft project made by Dottie or her mother or something, there would be no reason for Roland and Agatha to assume that. So they'd probably believe it was innocent even if it wasn't.

2. Emilia is an avenging angel sent to test people like Nick.

This is a bit more of a stretch, but bear with me. When he gives her the lock, she says (in Spanish) "What kind of man are you?" An understandable response to him being a racist asshole, but to me it sounds like she's saying it in a measuring way, as if she's really wondering. Later, in her final appearance, the light behind her umbrella gives her a halo effect. And condemning him to be devoured by a demon he set loose seems like a pretty fitting thing for an angel to do if she's seen that he's past helping.

(This take brought to you by: whiny pissbabies on Reddit going on about "well he's not THAT bad and even if she couldn't see the demon, she KNEW the loan shark was after him so she should have REALIZED he was in real danger and let him out!!! the clearly symbolic racial-, gender-, and class-disadvantaged person in this 45-minute fictional story is the TRUE bad guy here, not the man who was listening to a white nationalist radio show and agreeing with it!")

3. Stacy's coworkers (The Outside) weren't actually that bad.

She feels isolated from them because they have nothing in common to talk about. We never see them actively being mean to her; just not being her best friend- and nobody is obligated to befriend coworkers if they don't want to. They invite her to the party, so clearly they do think of her. Sure, the one lady reacts badly to being given a taxidermy duck for Christmas, but...taxidermy IS a pretty contentious gift. Not something I would spring on someone at all. Stacy was just doing her best, so I don't blame her either. It's just an awkward situation all around, that's nobody's fault.

I feel like the point is not "this woman's bitchy coworkers drove her to change herself." It's that marketing and the media cause women to be internally critical on a deeply harmful level, even if nobody else is actually being critical of us.

4. The Outside has themes of sublimated homosexual desire.

Stacy has a tense relationship with her hsband, idolizes the women at work who are constantly touching and stroking each other, and literally makes out with the feminine-looking Allo Glo creature in the basement. I mean. Come on. This one seems like a no-brainer to me. I don't think that's the PRIMARY theme, but it's definitely there.

6. Nancy (The Murmuring) had something to do with Ava's death.

One theory I saw online was that she'd rolled over on her while co-sleeping, since the ghost she mistakes for baby Ava appears in the bed next to her. I'd believe it, and it definitely adds another layer to her sympathy with the mother ghost- who I just learned is named Claudette in the credits. Even though I very much doubt she did anything that purposeful.

7. Alternatively, Ava was not a baby when she died.

Edgar and Nancy are both on the older side to be new parents (Essie Davis was 52 during filming, though the character is probably somewhat younger), and Nancy has clear experience talking to older children when she addresses the little boy ghost. Ava's death was recent, so while I suspect the intention is that she was a surprise baby to a couple who assumed they'd never have any, she could have been any age within childhood.

8. Ava was named after birds.

"Avis" means bird in Latin and her parents are ornithologists. It just makes sense.

[anamericangirl]

As a high-schooler, it's strange to see adults arguing over something that seems like a no-brainer. Why remove people's security (guns) because of the minority who misuse them? All of these school shooters had some form of mental illness, and I don't think the problem is guns.

Also, personally speaking, I'd feel much safer if my teachers were armed. If some deranged person ever came strolling in, trying to kill my classmates and me, there is a higher possibility of that person being neutralized without us having to wait for police and risk dying. They say they care about us but also want to remove an essential factor in making our schools safer in the face of a life-threatening situation.

Obviously, in an ideal world, we wouldn't need guns. But the world is far from ideal; we can sit around and lament about how things should be or adapt and make the best out of our situation.

Well you're a lot smarter than a lot of adults. With all the research we have that shows over 90% of mass shootings happen in gun free zones, and that the people committing the shootings are all seriously mentally ill in some way, and the fact that even the mere possibility of someone having a gun has deterred crime, and with the records we have of armed citizens stopping mass shooters much faster than police and with less deaths, you would think it would be a no brainer.

And as much as they talk about "common sense" gun control what they don't realize is that common sense is actually against them. Common sense would question why they want to take guns from victims just to call people with guns to come save them. Common sense would show that if you're armed or someone around you is armed there's a nearly 100% chance you can stop a would-be-mass shooting before it becomes a mass shooting. Common sense would say if someone is trying to shoot you, shooting them yourself has a much better success rate than running away.

If there is a shooter at a location and the only person that has a gun is the shooter you are guaranteeing a substantial loss of life before there's even a chance of stopping them. But if someone is armed, the shooting can be stopped as quick as it starts.

Guns are the best defense against another gun. It is a no-brainer and what's concerning is that the politicians who call for gun control while surrounding themselves with armed guards are refusing to give children the same protection they give themselves.

[tyrantisterror]

Do you have any opinions on creative takes on "lust demons" or incubi/succubi? In my opinion the common pop culture portrayal of sexy men and women with horns and technicolor skin is boring and unimaginative, demons should be more terrifying than that.

So, like, I feel that succubi/incubbi come from a pretty understandable place. Mixing arousal and terror is like mixing peanut butter and chocolate - there's a reason why the word "thrill" can refer to both being scared and, well, excited. Taking something scary like a demon and making it also want to slam it down big style with its victims is kind of a no-brainer.

I think the big problem with them is that they're often made by normies who are worried about putting too much chocolate in this monstrous peanut butter cup. But, as any tumblrite can tell you, people's lust for monsters can extend pretty far down the monstrous side of things. Boring succubi are a result of people who are too scared to admit attraction to anything more than a girl with (tiny) horns and maybe wings - people who don't want to ruin the "sexy" factor with icky gross horror.

But, like... the icky gross horror is PART of the sexy factor. A succubus or incubus should thrill on both levels. It should be a roller-coaster - terrifying and exhilarating at the same time, the two emotions feeding into and strengthening each other for an unforgettable experience.

Basically, succubi are only boring when boring people play with them. Get someone who's unashamed to be an absolute freak to write/design one and you'll get something cool.

[drowning-in-cacophony]

Grave Mistakes

For @flashfictionfridayofficial Prompt 222: An Empty Grave

[Summary: three shovels, one victim and a handful of warnings] cw: potential murder, vague allusions to being buried alive

Shovel against mud, rhythmic and at a decent pace. Maybe one erring on a quicker speed, but that could hardly be blamed, could it? Nothing about this situation screams dwell in it.

Of course, the only problem with speeding up on this part means that the next comes faster too. And that’s another thing to want to speed through.

“It’s a mistake,” she says to the dirt. It’s stirred up from their boots, from the light shower of last night. A wet clod presses irritatingly close to her mouth. The cuffs are pinching even with her hands held perfectly still.

The diggers ignore her, though she feels their uneasy energy like a whip of lightning through the air. If she could see, she’s sure she’d collect at least two nervous glances over, with wishes that they’d gagged her blistering in their eyes. The last digger, the one who won’t give her a second glance, the one who’s focusing on this like she’s just collateral, he’d been the one to forget the gag. Maybe he’d felt guilty, and wanted her last breaths to at least be slightly less uncomfortable. It doesn’t matter what she says or screams, after all: nothing should persuade the diggers and no one’s going to hear her.

Still, she persists. Too nice for her own good, maybe.

“I don’t think you guys understand what you’re doing. You’re thinking this is an easy way to dispose of me, but it’s not going to go the way you think. I know where you took me.”

“No one’s going to be looking for you,” one of the men tells her, brusque and low. The last digger, the only one who thinks he can handle taking someone’s last words, knowing they’re the reason the words are limited.

She sighs heavily. “That’s not what I mean.” They’d done that part well, making sure she was completely isolated, making sure there were plenty of reasons for an absence. It’ll be a week before anyone thinks to look; by that time she should be long gone. She’d applaud them that, if she had her hands free.

None of them ask her what she means. They just keep up their digging, sharp shovels parting thick soil with their brisk pace. It’s six feet down to the coffin, but they’re motivated enough that they’ll hit it with more than enough time to cover all their tracks. She flicks her eyes up in their sockets, sighs again.

“Look, I don’t want you guys to kill me, but that’s not what I’m trying to dissuade you from. It’s mostly that what you’re trying to do is going to end up doing really bad things. It’s not worth it.”

“Shut it,” another man hisses. His voice betrays a hint of anxiety, though not at anything she’s saying. It’s the fact she’s talking, reminding them all that she’s a sentient being. Someone who thinks and breathes and does all that other amazing things; someone they’re going to extinguish as easily as a candle flame. Just because they’ll do it doesn’t mean they’ll embrace it wholly.

It’s obvious to her that it’s all their first times. Probably bedazzled by the money, enough to rationalise things. One person for that much? It must have been a no brainer to them. One measly person, one night of work. One person they don’t even know. Still, murder’s no joke. Agreeing to it is one thing. Having the person in hand is another.

They’ll still do it, though. Money tends to smooth out all apprehension at the trigger line.

“I just think you ought to consider-”

“Shut it, or I’ll make you regret it,” the nervous man threatens, soundly decidedly less nervous by the second. The wooden handle of the shovel hits menacingly against a meaty palm; there are no protestations against such actions.

So she acquiesces, if only because it’s a fruitless endeavour. Clearly they’re not going to listen. Clearly, there’s only one port of action. Time passes with mud slung to one side, until she hears the always familiar clang of shovel against coffin lid. She can’t help herself but offer one last warning.

“One last chance,” she calls out, before they can start scraping away at the thing, before they’ll open it. “Try something else. You don’t know what you’re going to do.”

“You just want to avoid this death.” The last digger. “I’m sorry, but that’s not happening. No matter what you say.”

“Obviously I want to avoid dying,” she drips all the incredulousness she can into her voice, “but seriously. You don’t want to open that coffin.”

“We’re not interested in your advice.”

She closes her eyes for a second. “Fine. It’s your funeral.”

“No – it’s yours.”

The last of the dirt is excavated, and a man’s boots thud down into the hollow to start pulling up the lid. Something creaks and groans like wood.

“It’s empty,” one of the men says confusedly.

She sighs, one last time. Already a cold chill’s started creeping up her cheek from the soil.

“No. No, it’s really not.”

The men don’t listen, obviously. They keep the coffin door open – though at this point, shutting it wouldn’t change a thing – and likely crane their heads closer, baffled by the presence of an empty grave where there should have been bones. While they make their mistake, she gets a head start on trying to roll away until she can somehow get to her feet.

It’ll be who can run away the fastest who’ll survive, after all.

And when the screams inevitably begin to pierce the air, they’re right – no one hears.

[bluelockednyx]

mind if i brainrot about rin/isarin in your anon asks? sorry, i know of zero other isarin shippers on tumblr 😭 personally, one of the reasons isarin has such a tight grip on me is because of rin himself. i was thinking abt this for a while but now ive got a bigger urge to talk about it cuz of something that the author aparently said about his depiction of his character. his edginess is sorta how he represents rin's apparent attempt at "having to become an adult" which i thought was interesting. the author also said he thinks his desire to grow up is why rin intentionally complicates his relationship with sae. to me, it reads as though rin associates maturity with broody angst. reminds me of a lot of the "friends are stupid, everything sucks" type of faux maturity where ppl think them closing themselves off to healthy emotional support is them being logical. the fact that he's younger than isagi makes a lot of his underlying naivete matter a lot to me and my feelings towards this ship. ig i use isarin as a way to develop rin opening up to love and affection again, and realising that growing up is so much more than just being angsty 24/7 idk if this makes any sense tho. i could just be being dumb lmaoo

I will take any and all opportunities to talk about Isagirin, and yes, there are very few of us, so ask away as many times as you want :D

I'm not surprised Kaneshiro-sensei said that -- referring to his edginess specifically -- about Rin, because he and Nomura-sensei did a really good job showing it in the manga! The sweet, sweet angst of growing up in shonen manga; Rin being all broody about it is so typical teenager but also depicted so well.

The edginess and 'friends are stupid, everything sucks' mentality is a side effect, imo, of being so attached, and then badly hurt by Sae. I would say that it's a bit of a self-defense mechanism too, because if his own brother, whom he adored so much, and he's sure loves him back too, could hurt him this badly, then it's a bit of a no brainer for someone who's not even family, to hurt him too. I'm pretty sure Rin hesitates to let himself get emotionally attached to anyone at this point, and I'm also pretty sure he's not fully aware of this part of his psyche yet.

On growing up and how Rin intentionally complicates his relationship with Sae: I think yes and no, on this. The simple part - they're brothers, and they always will be. Neither of them can erase that even if they wanted to.

On the complicated part - sibling relationships can be very complex, and just because at the end of the day they can interact properly with each other in a civil manner doesn't mean that there hasn't been real damage done in a relationship, and to a person's psyche. Even the dumbest things done without real intention of hurt can cause lasting psychological effects, whether or not the person knows it for themselves.

Kaneshiro-sensei views Rin as intentionally complicating his relationship with Sae. I don't. But YMMV with this: this POV is personal, and there's a ton of cultural aspects to consider which I am definitely not in a position to talk about.

Sae was cruel to Rin in the flashback when they had their 1v1 after Sae came back from Madrid, and Rin never gets the chance to address that issue because he never gets to communicate properly about it with Sae. There's probably a camp out there who says Rin should just get over it, that Sae said it in the heat of the moment, but I'm not part of that camp. I don't believe in sweeping stuff like that under the rug. It's not fair to the person who was hurt. It's also, well, a common tactic in abusive relationships to trivialize the victim's feelings, which sits even less right with me.

We know Sae better because we get an omniscient POV as readers, but from Rin's perspective, Sae stonewalls Rin and never tries to explain or elaborate. While I do agree that trying to talk in the middle of a football match isn't the best place for it, it still doesn't change the fact that they wouldn't be in this situation at all if it weren't for Sae (and also for the sake of compelling plot drama). Sae definitely owes Rin an apology imo, though given what you've just told me about Kaneshiro-sensei's view on Rin intentionally complicating their relationship, I really doubt he's ever going to have that happen in the manga, so :/

And yes!! Rin being younger than Isagi was something that I had suspected back when they were doing the first 3v3 matchup, from just reading the way he spoke. It was confirmed later, I think, in the yoga scene, then the character guides. And yeah, one of Rin's bigger flaws is definitely his lack of close relationships. It severely limits his ability to empathize with other people, and can become a horrible feedback loop in and of itself. Yet, like I said in my meta, if Kaneshiro-sensei wants to develop him into a healthier, more well-rounded character, that's what Rin needs to do -- develop relationships with the rest of the Blue Lock boys as equals, and become actual friends.

I get you!!!! That's what I want for Rin in the Isarin ship too. Just Rin opening up to love and affection again from Isagi, and growing up and realising that he needs friends the other Blue Lock boys that he can count on too. Let's be dumb about fantasizing Isarin with a loving and affectionate Rin together!!!

[plaindangan]

Angie's Ass Assessment (Purely for God and Scientific Purposes!~)

Disclaimer: Below is content that's more on the racy side! If not for you, you probably shouldn't read!

Kaede Akamatsu: 

Kaede is the first victim, happening to agree to Angie requesting a favor right as she was about to leave her room for the day. Too bad she never expected both her skirt and panties to be dropped once Angie locked the door behind her!~ In just a second, Angie had pulled both down to her knees before her slender fingers began cupping the pale buns in her grasp!

“Nyahahaha!~ Such a divine bottom!! God can tell you’ve been sitting down for quiiiite a long while!~ It fits perfectly in my hands and has juuuust the right amount of softness to it!~ 10/10~” she said teasingly, her hands going into overdrive to ass the 'booty' Kaede had generously given her.

“H-heeeey!!! Angie!! G-get off!! Jeeez!!!” Kaede protested…though, admittedly, she couldn’t help but feel…something from the experience. Angie’s fingers moved up and down her butt - rubbing, pressing and, occasionally, even giving it a good smack or two. Secretly, Kaede mostly didn’t quite mind such treatment…mostly being the keyword.

2. Kirumi Tojo - 

Asking Kirumi was a no-brainer. Really, if she hadn’t run into Kaede, she’d definitely be the number one on her list. Running into her in the kitchen, Angie quickly locked the door before asking if Kirumi could partake in her request. Thankfully, the dutiful maid seemed eager to please and accepted it at once. Yet, as she felt her heavy skirt lifted up, perhaps she should have made this request something off-limits.

“Thank you for agreeing to this!~ God shall definitely be pleased with you! Now let’s see what we have…oh my!~ I see why you wear such a modest skirt!~ A perfect rump for a perfect maid! 10/10!~” 

“...If your request is fulfilled, might I ask you to stop snuggling my bottom? I still have to make breakfast for everyone.” Was it bad that Kirumi had felt she experienced weirder asks before? As Angie took a bit longer, her blissful face hugging a squeezably pale pillow, Kirumi sighed and continued at least making her preparations mentally.

3.Himiko Yumeno (Post-Super Growth Spurt)

If you expected Angie to not do this to Himiko too…well, one would be dead wrong.  In the magi-er, mage’s research lab, she had quickly caught up to her after breakfast and explained her little ‘research’. Compared to the other two (and concerning the rest of the others), Himiko was more readily accepting of it…as long as it was quick that is.

“Oh my, it’s like someone strapped a beach ball back here!~ So bouncy as well! God truly gave you something special to go along with your new stature! 10/10!~” Angie giggled out, her face gently lifting up the mage’s bottom before taking delight in letting go and seeing it bounce a bit.

“Nyeh…I need to recharge my mana soon. Can you get going?...Plus, your hands are really cold…” the short redhead muttered out, a small frown forming on her face. Did she really have to point out her height so often? 

4. Tenko Chabashira

Of course, with every Himiko there has to be a Tenko nearby as well! That’s just a scientific fact! As such, it didn’t take long for the aikido master to burst in. Upon witnessing the sight of her Himiko undressed like this…she promptly shut down in becoming a blushing babbling mess of a woman. Good for Angie though!~

“Ooooh, now this is a changer!~ It’s clear from how firm this is you truly do work out to your fullest extent!~ Hmhmhmh!~ Maybe this is why you wear such a short skirt, Tenko?~ Hm…I give it a 9/10~” She teases, with one of her fingers tracing a circle all about the athlete’s firm rump.

Angie was truly blessed by her creator that Tenko was still too dumbfounded to realize both her panties and skirt were too her ankles at the moment. Else she might have been fling aaaalll the way back to her home.

5. Tsumugi Shirogane was also easy enough to get to. The cosplayer had owed the artist a favor for helping in one of her…risque cosplays. So Angie had set up a meeting in her own workshop to cash that favor in!~ Naturally, such a situation had gotten Tsumugi to become quite flustered pretty easily.

“Aaaaah! Th-this is just like that one time in Chiyo’s School Road where the main character gets gr-!!”

“Yes, yes! Exactly!~” Smack!~ “I believe such a jiggly mess can be qualified as jello? I barely slapped it force and it ripples with intensity!~ Perhaps all your time watching your shows has gifted you with such a caboose? Hmhmhm!~ 10/10!! Maybe later on I’ll take a nap on it…just kidding!~” she chuckled, as she snuggled up against the large, soft, bottom of her geeky companion. She’d probably rate it about as well as Kirumi’s!~

…Little did Tsumugi know that, later on in her chaotic week, Angie was not kidding.

6. Miu Iruma.

Now this was a case where the inventor was usually cooped up in her lab to really come out. But that doesn’t stop a butt rater now would it!? Sneaking into her lab, she watched from the shadows and waited for a chance at the crass woman’s backside. A chance that would soon come as Miu found herself bending over to paw through a toolbox! A costly mistake!!

“Aaaaaaaaaaah! Angie has hit the motherload of booty!~ Granted, I knew you would always be on the larger side, buuuut I think this out ranks even the likes of Kaede or Kirumi!~ Looks as if someone has junk in the trunk back here as well as in that box of yours! 10/10!~ I’d give you an 11 if that on the table, though!~ Be thankful God has given you such a wonderfully lewd body!!” she commented, taking pride in squeezing and shaking such a wide bottom in her grasp. ‘Surprisingly’, Miu wasn’t giving as much resistance as one would think… 

“Nggh….y-you little freak!! How could…oooh!! T-touching me like that i-is….a-aaaaaaah!~” 

The lab would be closed for a long while after Angie left.

7. Maki Harukawa

Okay, now this had officially gone into “Angie might die if she fucks up” territory. Maki Harukawa was one that many people weren’t insane enough to fuck with…except Kokichi. Kaito too, kinda? But Angie was a completionist so a plan needed to be devised! How could she get to Maki without being grave-bound?

 Well, the chance came about when she saw the assassin, after a long day of cleaning her lab and locking her door from the inside (unaware an intruder was already in), laid down a mat to take a quick nap. Angie wasn’t one to waste a moment. Snatching a pair of handcuffs, she tiptoed right up to Maki, carefully cuffed the assassin behind her back…and promptly leapt onto her back!!!

“Damn it, Angie!!!! Get off of me!!! You are so dead when I break out of this! Do you hear me!? Dead!!!” Maki thrashed and bucked, but Angie was determined. With both hands, she had quickly bared the assassin's bottom and got to work. Kneading, pinching, rubbing, spreading, spanking. She had to make this count!

“W-wooaaaaaaah!! Quite the bumpy ride!! Still, be at ease, for Angie’s mission is complete with you!  Your butt is on the smaller side, yes, but it’s quite plump! Like a peach just meant to be gobbled up!~ Mmm!~ I can see why a certain astronaut might like this ass-tronomical beauty! A 10/10! Good j-!”

SNAP!

…Maki…Maki broke the handcuffs…

“...Uh oh. Eheheh…A-angie’s in trouble, isn’t she?"

[freehawaii]

DECEMBER FREE HAWAII NEWS - MAUI FIRE VICTIMS DEMAND PRIORITY OVER TOURISTS

Fishing For Housing At Ka`anapali Beach, Construction Attempts On Mauna Kea, A Lā Ku`oko`a Connection with the United Nations & Our Popular Kumu Hinaʻs Mana`o

The December “Free Hawaii News” show airing tonight, Friday December 1st at 6 PM on `Olelo Television Channel 53 on O`ahu and online at FreeHawaiiNews.com reports on demands by Maui fire victims for priority over tourists in finding stable and long term housing for those displaced by the August tragedy instead of being shuffled from hotel to hotel as began again this morning. “We explain what role the Pacific Way can play in helping to make long term housing available to fire victims,” states Free Hawaii News co-host Hinaleimoana Wong. “Supplying decent long term housing for Mauiʻs fire victims should be a no-brainer, yet they are the very ones who are being displaced.” “The Fishing For Housing action on Ka`anapali Beach has succeeded in getting Maui Mayor Richard Bissenʻs attention who has admitted that as mayor he has the power to convert short term rental units to long term. Maui residents are now waiting to see if Mayor Bissen will follow his words with concrete actions.” Our December show also features Mauna Kea kia`i or protector Kalani Flores who explains as false recent assertions by the University of Hawai`i hoping to convince the Department of Land and Natural Resources (DLNR) that Thirty Meter Telescope officials have fulfilled permit requirements to restart construction. “We also report on the connection between Lā Ku`oko`a, Hawaiian Independence Day, and progress currently occurring for Hawai`i at the United Nations and elsewhere around the world,” remarked Free Hawaii News co-host Leon Siu. “The news is exciting and we hope everyone tunes in to learn about it.” Our December show also features one of our most popular monthly segments, Kumu Hinaʻs Mana`o. Brought to you by the Koani Foundation, Free Hawaii News airs every month on `Ōlelo Television on O`ahu and on all neighbor islands. Check local listings for times.Free Hawaii News presents Hawaiian or kanaka maoli perspectives on a broad range of topics and issues affecting the Hawaiian Islands, the Pacific and the world. Hinaleimoana Wong is a kumu hula, filmmaker, cultural activist, Hawaiian language speaker, preservationist and community leader. She has served as a member of the O`ahu Island Burial Council. Leon Siu has for many years served as Foreign Minister of the Hawaiian Kingdom. He is active in that role at the United Nations in both New York City and Geneva, Switzerland. Besides being a diplomat, he is also an award-winning musician, composer and political analyst. “Free Hawaii News” is online at FreeHawaiiNews.com, Facebook, Instagram and other social media sites.he November “Free Hawaii News” show airing tonight, November 3rd at 6 PM on `Olelo Television Channel 53 on O`ahu and online at FreeHawaiiNews.com reports on the ongoing difficulties Mauiʻs fire victims and their families face in being displaced by the fires.

“The people of West Maui and Lahaina while very brave, strong and resolute are nevertheless facing a fight for survival every single day,” states Free Hawaii News co-host Hinaleimoana Wong. “With all of Maui now completely re-opened ahead of schedule, they can see that state and county governments have broken their promises to them and have prioritized for-profit businesses over the well-being of fire victims. Many are already being told their best option is to move off island entirely, either within Hawai`i or to cities in the United States such as Las Vegas. “With several eye-witness reports, we get a first hand experience of what West-side and Lahaina residents are going through,” remarked Free Hawaii News co-host Leon Siu. “Just seeing these reports had a profound and emotional impact on both my co-host Hina Wong and me and we know it will also affect Free Hawaii News viewers the same way.” Our November show also features an explanation of what important role the Pacific Way plays when tragedy strikes. We also have a report detailing significant and new progress for Hawaii at the United Nations as well as our popular segment, Kumu Hinaʻs Mana`o. Brought to you by the Koani Foundation, Free Hawaii News airs every month on `Ōlelo Television on O`ahu and on all neighbor islands. Check local listings for times.

The purpose of the show is to present Hawaiian or kanaka maoli perspectives on a broad range of topics and issues affecting the Hawaiian Islands, the Pacific and the world. Hinaleimoana Wong is a kumu hula, filmmaker, cultural activist, Hawaiian language speaker, preservationist and community leader. She has served as a member of the O`ahu Island Burial Council. Leon Siu has for many years served as Foreign Minister of the Hawaiian Kingdom. He is active in that role at the United Nations in both New York City and Geneva, Switzerland. Besides being a diplomat, he is also an award-winning musician, composer and political analyst. “Free Hawaii News” is online at FreeHawaiiNews.com, Facebook, Instagram and other social media sites.

[uncpanda]

The Ties that Bind: Hangout

Synopsis of series: Being the older sister of a literal genius? It’s not easy. Raising said genius from childhood on? An act of love. Uprooting your life again when he gets in over his head? A no brainer. Finding a new family and support system for yourself? Well, you suppose that’s just luck.

Master List

AN: Episodes referenced in this chapter are all in season three and are episodes: 12, 14(Which has its own chapter), and 16. 

“I’m sorry, he put the victims into the chili?” 

“Yep?” Aaron follows the statement by taking a long pull from his beer. You copy him and take a gulp of your wine.

“Of all the stories I’ve never needed to hear about your work, I think that one is at the top. Please tell me you didn’t eat the chili.” 

He laughs, “I didn’t. I wasn’t at the search site much, and I don’t tend to eat a lot on cases. I get stressed and preoccupied, and I just forget.” 

You lean forward on your arms, “DO I need to start sending you texts to remember to eat? I already send them to Spencer.” 

He laughs, “I’m good.” 

“Fine, but if you start getting too skinny, I’m gonna start sending the texts.” 

“Fair enough. How’s Spencer doing?” The last part of the sentence is said very quietly, and if you hadn’t been sitting right next to him you wouldn’t have even heard it. These weekly meetups have become a thing in the two weeks since you confronted Aaron in his office. Your brother is blissfully none the wiser, and you prefer it that way. In fact, until this moment he hasn’t even come up in conversation. The Beatles? Yes. The best restaurants DC has to offer? Yes. Safety reminders and discussion of therapy sessions? Yes? Spencer? No.

But there’s something in Aaron’s eyes, so instead of telling him Spencer is off limits, you ask, “Did something happen?” 

He debates telling you, “About two months ago, we had a case where two teenage girls 

were abducted. One was killed, the other wasn’t. The father of the girl who was kept alive, turned out to be in WITSEC, as a witness against the mob. Because he was formerly a part of it.

“The father went rogue. Found his daughter. And he killed the man who took her. Spencer got there first. He tried to escalate things, but it didn’t work. And this last case, we had a kid who was basically shunned by his father, failed by his teachers, and just . . . it was bad. Spencer identified with him. He wasn’t as professional as he could have been.” 

“How unprofessional?” 

Aaron bites the inside of his cheek before admitting, “I would have been within my rights to fire him.” 

You take a deep breath, “He started going to meetings.” 

“I thought so.” 

“He doesn’t like to talk about it. But he told me when he started going, and sometime he’ll slip it into conversation. Before the meeting he would call me up sometimes and just say he needed me to come over. He didn’t say why. He didn’t have to. Those calls were coming really frequently, and now I know why. But, they’ve gone back down recently.” 

“Were the meetings your idea or his?” 

“His. I tried to get him to go earlier on and he was really resistant. He’s found a therapist that he likes, I think they talked him into it maybe? How’s he been at work?” 

“Better. Calmer.” 

There’s a moment of silence before you ask him to tell you about the boy Spencer identified with. He tells you how the mother died due to driving drunk, how the father had to leave the marine corp and blamed his son, how the son didn’t measure up because he didn’t do well with sports, he details the symptoms and things. And you bite your lip. 

It wouldn’t be the easiest thing to identify his problems with special awareness, but it wasn’t impossible. Especially if there was class participation. Kids who did better talking it out and answering verbally, but couldn’t replicate the same thing on a piece of paper was always a red flag. At the very least, he should have been tested for something. And if a kids’ grades started going down? There should have been something that was done. Your gut twists when he tells you about the video. That’s followed by blinding anger. 

And to be honest? You get it. You can see the elements Spencer identifies with, but you can’t tell Aaron that. He probably knows the broad strokes, but it’s not your place to tell him anymore than that. Your leg starts to bounce as anxiousness settles in. 

A second later you feel Aaron’s hand engulf your wrist. You look at him, and he nods down at his hand. You watch as his thumb strokes back and forth against the skin of your wrist. You focus on the movement and then the feeling. His fingers are calloused. It takes a moment but then you look up at him, and shoot him a smile. 

He shoots you one back, and you ask, “How do you feel about a book store?” 

“As in going to one right now, or just in general?” 

“Right now.” 

He laughs, “I’ll go pay the tab.” 

And feeling just a tiny bit childish, you spring from the table and say, “Not if I get there first.” 

You dash to the counter, and a moment later you feel Aaron collide with your back. You snatch his credit card out of his hand before he can reach over you to give it to an amused hostess. You stick it in your pocket and hand your own card over, before sticking out your tongue at him. His smile widens and he shakes his head fondly. 

You add a generous tip and the two of you head to the local bookstore. Naturally the two of you separate. You pick out a few books from several different genres before ending up in the romance section. You may not be good at relationships, but that’s never stopped you from enjoying stories about them. 

That’s where Aaron finds you. Debating between two books. There’s a smile on his face, and you almost expect some sort of teasing but he doesn’t say a word. In the end, you get both. Aaron has a few different law type books, a murder mystery or two and some historical novel. You don’t make a joke about the mystery books despite having several comments on the tip of your tongue. 

After you make your purchases, you tug him back into the stacks and make him sit on the floor. He gives you a look, and you shrug, “I like reading while being surrounded by the smell of books.” 

That seems to convince him, and he takes a seat next to you. It doesn’t take long for you to get into your book. And after a little while you shift so that you’re leaning against Aaron. You don’t even realize it until he leans back into you.

And the action makes you smile, because this friendship has been easty, and you’re so grateful for your best friend.

[ignitification]

What the Future Holds

“It is the temptation of war to punish; it is the task of policy to construct.” (Henry Kissinger). 

There has been a lot of debate around what is going to happen after (the heroes win? AfO is defeated? The Villains are saved? - are all valid hypothesis), right at the end of BNHA. Long ago, though, someone asked - what would be the reaction of the civilians at large when this all goes down? We know for a fact that while, more or less, our protagonists are in the loop of what exactly went down with the villains (or at least that they have not had a lot of positive experiences and possibilities to grow up as good as them), the civilians know close to nothing (apart from Touya’s broadcast, which in hindsight should be at least enough to make space way for the possibility of civilians understanding the woes of the villains and trying to accept the change which this ending will brings, and yet) when it comes to this matter. Will they be able to accept ‘a hero’ saving ‘a villain’? Will the change in society, the abolishment of a Quirk Society in general and the aftermath of the war (likely the cancellation of the hero rankings, and just the demotion of the title hero as profession) be accepted eventually?

While these are question to which I would like to answer ‘It depends’, I’d say that it might be the case, but the change will be slow, gradual and likely painful. Let’s take the example of Heteromorph Quirks, which, so many years after the discovery and establishment of quirks, are still looked down upon. This highlights the struggle with which this society adapts, and that it adapts to only certain parts of the society (which are usually the pretty parts, while the ugly ones are or ignored or just thoroughly refused to look at). It is the same principle we see in not only the narrative of Lady Nagant (and the rose-colored glasses with which civilians see society and pro-heroes), and the villains themselves (as their Quirks made them unfit for the general public to be displayed or used) but also in the same narrative which Izuku carries - he struggles to accept himself as someone who is Quirkless, and takes his chances to inherit All Might’s power, a little because of his dreams and more because that way he can also be part of that same society who treated him like shoe’s dirt before he gained ‘power’ and a standing as a UA student with a Quirk fit to be a hero.

We can see and take a little bit from what is probably going to be the reaction to the ending, both by seeing the reaction we have to Dabi’s broadcast, the press conference of the Top 3 and Izuku going rogue and looking villainy, as well as the public’s reaction to him coming back to UA.

Being likely familiar with these scenario, it definitely does not hit as a positive-filled situation, but rather the outage of the small mindedness and the expectancy of a perfect world division in villains and heroes by the civilians. Yes, it is the famous panel of the dichotomy of heroes and villains and look who already did foresee this so long ago: a villain, which is hilarious in itself but also pretty logical if you think about it.

The thing is, that as told millions times before the core problem of this society is that it does not understand nuance (and so doesn’t this fandom, for that matter): everything should be white or black, good or bad, hero or villain. But in reality, this dichotomy falls short of understanding what is hidden behind the curtain: the ugly truth of the fact that sometimes there is no good or bad, and that maybe sometimes the good is not as good and bad is not as bad. And as said million times before again, this stems from the fact that a. society has been kept in the dark from the deeds that the HPSC has done all these years, therefore conditioning and manipulating society into believing that a distinction exists; and b. it is rather easier to separate the good and the bad guys by a simple principles like a working label and to stick to it, even in front of rather compelling evidence. In the end, it is clear that the public has trust issues at their finest, but it then shows what a shaky base these society has been built on: a rather fine balance, which has been topped over once the castle of cards has been knocked down. 

It is in the hands of the new generation then, to attempt and change how thing have been so far. Retributive justice, just like in the quote above, is always tempting - and it is no brainer that it will be likely very hard for the civilian to accept whatever is thrown at them in the end, which does not involve the imprisonment and therefore the punishment of the villains. But at the same time, it is also true, that slowly but steadily things are staring to look up: we have Shouto who wants to save his brother, and Izuku who instead is trying to understand the villains and why they become such, stemming from his will to understand and help Shigaraki. After all, their main power is to change things up: a change which, hilariously, can be seen concretely by Bakugou’s words in chapter 323. Bakugou, who is a byproduct of that same society, is admitting his faults and the fact that it happens at this moment is likely a foreshadow for a major scale change: after all, the entire society owes an apology to the villains, big time. It is not a case then, that the narrative is putting everything to its places and showing us the before, and the tough process of change and the consequences of it. In this scenario, Izuku, Shouto, Bakugou, Ochako and generally the UA kids play the role of policymakers: they are looking in the future, trying to get an overview of the situation which they know as true and the one the villains consider as true and then trying to do ‘the right thing’: unfortunately, there is never a right thing when it comes to these matters, and no shoe-fits-all solution. It will therefore be interesting how exactly things will play out and whether society (in a not so distant future) might accept the fact that the villains can be victims, and in search for the satisfaction of that same retributive justice they are trying to enforce on them. In my opinion, the effort made by the young generation in this matter will be crucial: some people will refuse to accept such a thing (blaming the villains for everything that went wrong since day 1), other will struggle with accepting it and likely will remain neutral (which, in hindsight, is even worse as it is somehow similar to the civilians that thoroughly ignored Tenko when we was clocharding of the streets) and the who begrudgingly might accept the fact that exactly like Dabi said, pro-heroes are not always heroes in private too and they have as much harm potential as villains, it just does not get publicly displayed. And maybe, slowly, society will come to the consensus that while not always the case, offering a hand to those who struggle, might save a life - and why not, maybe at one point they will stop classifying people as ‘heroes and villains’, and instead accept themselves as humans altogether. But such is the human struggle: lost in the will to put a label on things, and forgetting that unlike labels, humans have the infinite capacity to grow, expand and change.

[wornoutmouse]

Last one I promise to stop bothering you ahhhhh . Can we plz get a Iida Tenya (pro hero age) smut (I love this guy) like maybe you reader catching him jerking off can you imagine prim and proper tenya doing dirty things? And things get crazy after:) thank you for listening to the rambles of a crazy woman

Your wish is my command

We all know Iida has a big dick right?

And yes i looked up black hairstyles cause i just started doing my own hair leave me alone 🤚🏿

Dubious Consent, blackmail, squirting

Working for the Iida family was honest but harsh work. They strived for professionalism and didn’t allow mistakes, no matter how small. With each member holding a leading title in almost every section of Japan, it was a no-brainer that you would choose to work with them. The only problem was, your socially oblivious boss.

One would think that as the new Ingenium’s sidekick, you would have an insider’s look into his personality and lifestyle, but that was farthest from the truth. For the 2 years that you’ve worked alongside him, you had been kept at a distance and forced mainly to handle the paperwork.

According to him, until he was sure you could handle yourself on the field, you needed to stay away from danger. In hindsight, you would have understood that choice and would have been completely fine with it. However the fact you couldn't m could never learn to handle yourself in the feels if you were never allowed on the feels was a glowing contradiction

Spending time with your boss was informative yet draining. He always set an example of a good business deal and would always explain things you didn’t understand.

The downside however, was his obsession with the non-existent dress code. Since you don’t do any outside work lately, you never put on your hero costume. So i you were always dressed in normal clothes, and every last one of them he had something to critique about.

“Here’s your coffee Mr. Iida.” The bluenette man hummed his appreciation and you turn to sit back at your corner desk.“Miss L/n….”

You tense, preparing yourself as the sound of his chair scraping against the hardwood floors announced his incoming presence. His heavy footsteps loomed closer until he stopped just barely behind you.

Your legs are kicked apart and you find your boss kneeling below you with a measuring tape. “I am appalled, your skirt is 4 centimeters away from the recommended 5 inches above the knee, we do not run a brothel here, please respect the code Miss L/n!”

You sighed, it was best to just go along with his antics. “Yes, Mr. Iida, I’m sorry for my ignorance.” As you bowed you faintly heard a small choking sound and Iida’s hands grabbed your shoulders to raise you back up. “I’ll have none of that bowing, it was a simple mistake.” He pushed up his glasses before stiffly walking back to his desk.

When he came back into view, his face was slightly flushed from what you assumed to be the heat, “I am printing something in the room below, do you mind getting it for me?” You nod and headed out the door. It may have been your imagination but you could have sworn you heard a faint curse word coming from your boss’s mouth.

Reaching the lower room was quick and effortless so you sat and waited for the presumed paperwork Iida was printing. Many of your coworkers passed you with pitying looks that you did your best to ignore. You knew that this life was not one strived for by an aspiring hero but you couldn’t just up and leave.

Your head began to itch slightly. Why is it taking so long to print? While you pondered the situation, you watched a short woman walk up to the copy machine and begin copying her own set of work. You felt your eye twitch, there wasn’t anything even programmed to print.

You stood up and quickly made your way back to your office. Stepping inside, you look blandly at your enclosed room. The memory of your boss's large windowed room flashes through your mind and you decide to work out there instead.

As you walked to the door that connected your office to his, you tilt your head curiously as a loud muffled growl comes from inside. "F-Fuck yes, suck that cock!"

His voice was guttural, and the words were something you would never dream of him saying. But what stuck out to you more was where it was all happening. I know this man ain't screwing at work!!

Without thinking you barge into the room and your jaw drops at the sight.

Sitting in your chair, was your boss, Tenya Iida. His hair was disheveled and his suit was reduced to nothing but his white shirt and open slacks. He was flushed from the neck up and sweat had accumulated in his brow.

Held tightly in his right hand was his dick and it was just as dodged as him. It was also bigger than you imagined

….not that you even imagined it in the first place.

Angry blue eyes dart up to look at you through low hanging bangs and you realised you had been staring. "This is uh… Sorry!" You internally cringe at the fact you stuttered.

As you turn around to leave, you are restricted by Iida's voice. "Stop." Almost as if in a horror movie, you turn back to him slowly and it takes all your willpower not to look down as he had shamefully left his manhood out.

You press yourself against the door as you watched Iida remove his glasses and place them on your desk. "It's rude not to knock Miss L/n." You swallow shallowly when he raises a finger to motion you forward and for a moment you lose all rational as you soon found yourself standing in front of him.

His legs were spread wide open and his dick looked like it was ready to bust any moment. The tip had become an even darker red hue, contrasting ironically with the trimmed layer of dark blue curls nestled at the base.

Despite the situation, the man before you sat looking rather relaxed. He slowly rolled up his sleeves and you caught sight of swirling tattoo sleeves wrapping around each bicep. "Come closer Y/n, I promise not to bite very hard."

He had never used your first name before and that seemed to compel you to move closer, allowing him to use your wrist to place you in-between his legs. "There is a very important rule that I have yet to teach you in the world of business."

The trained look he had focused on you left no room for argument as one of his large hands easily wrapped around your upper thigh. A shiver runs up your spine as his thumb strokes your skin slightly under your skirt. "When one has even an ounce of blackmail against you…"

Iida grabs the front of your blouse and uses it as leverage to tug you to the ground. Down there, fingers gingerly comb through your freshly dyed Nubian Twists, "... you need to blackmail them as well, fair trade and all that."

The grip in your scalp tightens and you feel your eyes slightly water at the sharp sting. The other hand still holding his cock, positions it towards your full lips as a silent order. Salty precum covers your mouth and your tongue darts out to lick it off. The sight was porn worthy.

Before you got too carried away, you decided to see how far you could push him. You bring your hands to softly wrap around his member as you gauged his response. "If I agree to this arrangement, what will I get in return?"

Iida sighed as you licked his dick starting from the balls to just below the top, "What do you want, a raise?" You shake your head and kiss a thick vein traveling along his shaft. "I want to work out there, as your official sidekick."

You could tell his patience was running thin as his hips twitched so you wrapped your mouth around the top, pressing the flat of your tongue against the slit. Iida looked down at you, teeth nibbling roughly on his bottom lip. "Why...ah~ why should I let you work anywhere near me after this!?"

In a bout of anger, you accidently let your teeth drag down the sensitive skin. Iida's eyes roll to the back of his head in such a way that you couldn't pinpoint it as a result of pain or pleasure. "I can easily report your victimizing and unprofessional behavior to HR."

Iida's eyebrows furrowed and he yanked you off of his cock. You stand up shakily before being slammed against his glass table. "You got a lot of nerve, making demands yet you're the reason I was being so unprofessional."

Iida slides down to his knees and raises your skirt over your plump ass. You internally groan as you remember the matching baby blue lingerie you were wearing, that was not going to help your case. Iida slaps your right asscheek nice and hard making you moan softly. "Who is this for?"

You decide to play into it, you sway your hips a little and stick your butt out closer to his face. "It's for me, myself, and I." Iida pulls at your panty strap before letting it snap back. You had to admit it stung. Giving attention to your other cheek, a tan hand takes hold of it and squeezes hard.

"And if I let you work with me, what is my reward?" Iida uses his teeth to pull the fabric of your underwear away from your hidden prize. You hummed as if in thought, "Good karma?"

Lips wrap around your clit and suck hard, "Sorry that's not good enough for me." You grind back on his face and relax on his table more. His hot tongue massaged and prodded your lips and clit, but never got close to being inside of you.

"Working as a pro hero is karma filling in itself, but it is stressful. Not enough time for personal focus."

Iida sucked on two of his fingers before siding them up and down your slit, taking extra time to teasingly delve past your opening before retreating just as fast. You groan, "What do you want me to do, suck your dick under the table on weekends?!"

Iida hums as he joins his mouth along with his fingers. You sigh as his large middle finger finally breaches you and sends soothing sparks throughout your body as it rubs against your walls. The combined stimulation of his hot tongue against your clit, and his even warmer fingers barely grazing against your g-spot had you in pure ecstasy.

"As convenient as that sounds, if someone were to find out we'd be in a lot of trouble." At this point you're bouncing back on his fingers giving Iida a show as your pussy squelches around his fingers. Your mouth hands open in soft pants, fogging up the clear glass below you.

Iida stand up as he continues to finger fuck you in the same rythm as he pumps his cock. "How about dinner and we see how that goes? Let's be professional." You side your clenched fists down your sides as Iida removes his fingers and replaces them with his dick.

You wait in anticipation for him to fuck you but he stands completely still, and you then realise that he was waiting for an answer. "You don't think it's a little too late, dinner comes first you know?!"

As much as Iida loved your banter, his dick was so fucking hard that your joke only agitated him.

Leaning over you, he places one hand on the glass table while the other takes hold of your hair, jerking it back. You hiss as your scalp burns for a moment, but that small pain was replaced with a greater one as teeth sank into your shoulder. "If your going to be sidekick material, that attitude is going to have to be worked on now stop testing me before I fuck it out of you."

You roll your eyes and grind down on his dick making him moan, "Fine sergeant dick, I'll be your little trophy wife, in return let me work for once, I didn't go to school for nothing damnit."

Your hair is released so much quicker than you expected that you almost hit your head on the table. Iida chuckles darkly, "Wife? Trophy slut would be a better word for it." Another harsh smack was delivered to your burning bottom, but he was satisfied after long last.

His hips finally press firmly against you as the full length of him is accepted with your pulsating core.You try to talk through the discomfort, "My ring better be huge after this."

Iida laughed sympathetically as he kissed the dark bruise forming from where he bit you. "The biggest money can buy."

The stretch began to feel pleasurable as his thrusts got faster. As a result of course you could feel yourself getting louder as well. "Faster!" Iida grunted as he held your waist to balance himself. Underneath the sound of the wobbling desk, your low groans are heard as the slapping of skin soon becomes more incessant.

"I've been waiting to fuck this lewd bottom for months! Parading around in all them damn form during outfits!"

The feeling of your bosses cock pumping in and out of you was overwhelming as he was ruthless when it came to chasing his own pleasure. Your legs trembled themselves closed, as you received another harsh slap to your ass. By the time this was over, you were sure you were going to be unable to sit.

On the other end, Iida was deeply pleasured by the sight of your ebony skin shaking from the force of each thrust. That's why it was unsurprising when a high pitched moan that most definitely wasn't yours fills the room.

"Ah, yes, I'm going to cum so deep inside of you, I can right? Pretty please!?" The man was practically whimpering as his cock twitched inside of you. If you were honest, you couldn't even answer as you feel his cum fill your insides. Even so, you felt your toes curl as he kept going.

"Come for me Miss L/n!" The shakiness that seeped from his voice as he fucked himself into an overstimulated mess was adorably pathetic. You do your best to reach in between your legs and stimulate your clit.

As you get closer, your cute hole tightens like a vice around Iida's cock and he finds himself coming again in quick spurts just like before. He was unable to take anymore stimulation and weakly pulled out of you before pumping the fingers in your wet heat. "Come on, cum on my fingers Miss. L/n."

You while loudly as you rub your clit faster and like a large wave, an orgasm crashes down on your body making s clear liquid spew from your cunt, wetting the floor.

[cozy-neko]

The Cherry On Top • 02 • 03 | Charity stream disaster • 04

Kenma checked his stream overlay one last time to make sure everything was set up correctly. The streamer was only ten minutes away from his scheduled 24-hour charity stream that Akaashi had set up for him in partnership with the energy drink company, Black Sheep. For every donation Kenma receives during his live stream, all proceeds will be 100% donated to help animal shelters in need of supplies.

For once, Kenma was actually excited about a partnership. As a lover of cats and raising three rescues himself, it wasn’t particularly a hard decision for Kenma to make when Black Sheep had approached him and brought up the idea of a partnership and a charity stream campaign in conjunction with the animal shelter Black Sheep was associated with.

That was why when his sponsorship with Black Sheep had been threatened by a rumor, Kenma ultimately made a public announcement to deny the rumor and personally reached out to the PR/Influencer team at Black Sheep to talk it out with them.

Now, three minutes prior to going live, Kenma’s phone buzzed multiple times. He glanced at the lit up screen and rolled his eyes. It was Kuroo who was blowing up his phone, and Kenma had a fairly decent idea of what the texts were about.

Last week, Kuroo and Kenma had met up with Akaashi and Bokuto for their monthly dinner meet up when Akaashi had mentioned Kenma’s upcoming charity stream.

“A 24-hour stream is too easy for Kenma; the gremlin routinely stays up at least 36-hours once a week anyways.” Kuroo let out a barking laugh as he flipped the meat that was grilling in front of the four friends.

“That’s besides the point, Kuroo.” Kenma rolled his eyes and leaned back in the vinyl booth. “I’m doing a charity stream. All donations I get during the stream goes towards the animal shelter that Black Sheep partners with.” Kenma made sure to slowly emphasize the word “charity” when he explained his upcoming project.

“You know, I’ve never seen Kenma so excited about a project,” Bokuto quipped as he eagerly tucked into his meal.

“It’s for a good cause and Kozume was quick to say yes,” Akaashi added as he flashed a small smile towards the flushed streamer. Kenma still wasn’t used to hearing people praise him, no matter how often he was always featured in esports commentary and articles.

“I have three cat rescues myself, so it was a no brainer,” he mumbled, averting eye contact. He opted to push around the burnt pieces of meat with his chopsticks around his plate instead.

“Aw, you’re embarrassed that you got caught being openly excited for your next project!” Kuroo smirked and nudged his friend. It was all friendly-banter, and Kenma knew that Kuroo meant well and was extremely happy for him, but he flushed harder as Bokuto and Akaashi chimed in to cheer on their friend.

“I’m just being a nice person. Maybe you should try it some day,” Kenma shot back.

“What do you mean?” Kuroo scoffed. “I’m always a nice person.”

Akaashi and Kenma rolled their eyes at Kuroo while Bokuto let out a good-natured laugh at Kuroo’s response.

“Hey, wait! You know what you should do to make your 24-hour stream more spicy?” There was a mischievous glint in Bokuto’s eyes as he waited for his friends to respond. 

“Bokuto-san, whatever you’re thinking probably isn’t a go--” 

“Drunk 24-hour stream!” 

“Oh, nice!” Kuroo snapped his fingers and grinned his infamous Cheshire Cat smirk. Akaashi sighed and Kenma grimaced. 

"I’m not going to take ideas from two drunks. And we barely sat down to eat, how are you two this drunk already?” Kenma wrinkled his nose.

Kenma unlocked his phone and quickly scanned through his group chat. Yup. There it was: a barrage of texts from Kuroo asking Kenma if he had his booze ready followed by a spam of suggestive eye emojis by Bokuto. Kenma was quick to notice that Akaashi had purposely chosen to ignore the group texts and offered no help in diverting the suggestions.

Kenma snorted quietly at Bokuto's message as he locked his phone. He looked up at the monitor to his right and read some comments that were starting to flood in his stream chat. He gave his camera a small smile and leaned back in his chair, answering some questions that caught his attention and saying "hi" to others.

Kenma usually liked to start his stream off rather chill by interacting with his viewers. After playing his music playlist and adjusting the volume, he finally announced his agenda for the day after a few minutes.

"Today I'm partnering with Black Sheep for a charity stream. It's going to be a 24-hour stream and we're gonna spend most of the time playing some League. All donations I get will go towards helping an animal shelter which you guys know I'm all for." Kenma paused as his donation notification sounded and his text-to-speech setting began to read the donation to him and his viewers.

"meowriachi donated $25: 24-hour stream? too ezpz kodzuken"

Kenma laughed and ran a hand through his messy half-up styled hair.

"I was telling my friends about today's stream and Kuroo said the same thing. Maybe in our next collaboration we'll do a longer stream if you guys want that. We'll also be able to have more fun and do more things, too."

Kenma was smart and sneaky. He always was. Kuroo did always say he was the brains of the team back in high school when they played volleyball together. Kenma was good at analyzing situations, and because of this strength, Kenma knew when to use certain words and situations to create benefits for him and his career. This was no exception. The streamer knew Black Sheep would be moderating his stream, so now the company had slight pressure to partner with him again if there was an in demand from his fans. And this was Kodzuken we were talking about. There was no doubt Kenma knew there would already be a second sponsorship in the works.

Kenma smirked. Easy peasy stream indeed.

Kenma loved his job. He truly did. It wasn't every day someone could wake up every day and actually look forward to going to work, and for that, Kenma was thankful. He was thankful that he had the skillsets to do well in competitive gaming and that he had a knack of being able to pick up mechanics of new games so easily. He was thankful that he had a fanbase that enjoyed his commentary and sarcastic humor, and a fanbase that supported and helped him build his brand from ground up.

Kenma knew he owed one-third of his success to his fans and another one-third to his own hard work and passion. But Kenma also knew he owed the last one-third of his success to his friends.

Not once did Kenma regret making Akaashi his manager; Akaashi had gotten him way more sponsorships than Kenma himself could've if he was still balancing streaming, content creation, and managing his own projects.

Kenma was thankful for Kuroo for always challenging him to step outside his comfort zone. Even when Kenma was irritated and didn't want to hear Kuroo's words of advice and encouragement, Kenma was still grateful for it all.

And Bokuto. Kenma guesses he can be thankful for Bokuto for always hyping him up when he needed it the most. Especially when he was extremely hung over from a night out of (forced) drinking and had barely ten minutes to wake up and set up his stream on time.

Yes, Kenma was truly thankful for his friends. But right now, Kenma wanted to kill them. He wanted to kill Kuroo and Bokuto for coming over to his house uninvited even after he warned them not to and for raiding his stream in real life.

Right now, Kenma was seething. One, he was in the middle of a very important sponsorship deal. Two, he was in the middle of a ranked game in League of Legends and he didn't want to lose his winning streak. And three, his two goofball friends had showed up to his house with alcohol and announced out loud to his viewers that Kenma would now be participating in a drunk 24-hour stream.

Kenma doesn't remember the last time he got this mad. What's worse was that Kenma's fans were all for it. His stream chat was getting spammed with poggers emotes, and it was difficult for Kenma to admit that he had been getting more and more donations ever since Kuroo and Bokuto had shown up and the alcohol was brought out. And because of that, Kenma had begrudgingly surrendered and cracked open a White Claw.

Except he didn't stop only at one; not if Kuroo and Bokuto could help it. And at only about 5'8" with a smaller build, Kenma unfortunately fell victim to being a lightweight. And with Kuroo and Bokuto, kings of being instigators, were there to egg him on along with his stream chat, Kenma downed can after can.

Just a little something to take the edge off a work week, right?

end notes:

→ kenma’s twitch stream took me 30 minutes to piece together 😪

→ if you see the same comments on kenma’s twitch chat twice... no you didn’t 😀🔪

→ also peep the stream title change 👀

→ kenma’s the type to use scuffed candids of his friends as their contact photos, but it didn’t work out too well. he actually respects akaashi enough to use a decent photo, and bokuto never takes a bad photo. ever. i guess kuroo’s the only one he can easily clown.

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[galahadwilder]

Okay I’m a bit curious now. If you had the opportunity to rewrite the ML show, how would you do it and what would you do?

So I got this ask a little over a month ago, right before I had my mental breakdown when Loveater/Hearthunter came out. Given how angry I was at the time, and how irrational I was acting, I didn’t trust myself to answer this question objectively. I think I do now.

The hardest moment in this show for me to reconcile is the moment in Reverser where Nathaniel tore Marc’s notebook in half, and then was never shown apologizing for it. That moment is, I believe, indicative of a larger problem with the writing of this show. If I were to write it, here are some of the things I would change.

1: Hire Female Writers. And also more Chinese and Biracial ones.

This is a show with a female biracial main character of Chinese descent, and all of their female writers vanished after Season 1. Which is exactly when a significant chunk of the old fandom began to have complaints about the show. As far as I can tell, they never even had any Chinese writers to begin with. Honestly this should be a no-brainer.

2: Stop visiting disproportionate retribution on Marinette, and stop punishing her for doing the right thing.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng is fairly unambiguously implied throughout the show to have some kind of anxiety disorder, which is, I think, a brilliant piece of writing. It nearly explains her primary character flaws—those being her impulsivety and her tendency to overthink, while also being shown in positive aspects as her quick-thinking and resolve. However, whenever Marinette makes a mistake, the narrative goes out of its way to treat her like a monster, and even when it’s someone else’s mistake, she is the one expected to apologize and “be the bigger person.” (In fact, she’s expected to be the “biggest person” in the show, which, given that there are adults around, is kind of a horrifying message to send.) Whenever anyone attacks her, even if that person is Lila, or worse, her own friends, she is expected to just roll over and is punished for standing up for herself. That may be how the real world works sometimes, but as Astruc is so fond of reiterating, this is a kids’ show. This is not a good message to send.

Additionally, the show continually treats Marinette’s anxiety as a subject of derision instead of treating it with sympathy. Marinette is continually mocked by the narrative for maladaptive thinking that is out of her control. The writing is, in a roundabout way, mocking a significant fraction of its own fanbase.

So step two is to stop punishing Marinette for doing the right thing, and let her occasionally be shown to be in the right.

3: Let Adrien grow.

Adrien is a good and kind person in an extremely shitty situation, and as a result has ended up picking up a number of unintentionally abusive behaviors from literally every other person in his life, as well as some extremely harmful coping mechanisms. This is, once again, a brilliant premise for a character that I feel has been entirely wasted. Adrien’s character is static; he never gets called out on his harmful behavior, and thus doesn’t realize it’s harming anyone simply because he doesn’t know how to tell. The narrative refuses to confront him with the consequences of his actions; in fact, it continually rewards him for being the perfect victim, the perfect abuse target. Giving Adrien someone in his life who can teach him better behaviors and coping mechanisms would go a long way to resolving my issues with this show, especially because it would make him more supportive toward Marinette.

4: Let Fu be wrong.

In a twist of the typical “wise old master” trope, Wang Fu is presented as a traumatized and paranoid orphan/war veteran, whose decisions aren’t necessarily based on rational forethought, but on paranoia. Many of his decisions are not the best ones available, simply the best that he knows how to make. The problem is that most of this is subtext: in the text, Fu is presented as a man of endless wisdom and his rules inviolate, even when they do more harm than good. The narrative frequently shows how wrong he is, but I’m not completely sure the writers are actually aware of that, because once again that’s only in subtext. If he’d been shown learning lessons or being like “I misjudged the situation” and changing his mind or even just changing his reasoning but keeping the same decisions, that might make a huge difference. Make his fear a key point in some of his dumber decisions, and now instead of an out-of-touch old man who makes terrible decisions just because, you’ve got a rounded character who can actually be part of the story.

5: Caline Bustier.

Most of the adults in this show are not particularly competent, and in most cases—André Bourgeois, Principal Damocles, Roger Raincomprix—they’re explicitly STATED to be incompetent, or just… generally not entirely there. The only competent non-evil adults in the show are Marinette’s parents and Nadja Chamack.

Which brings us to Caline Bustier. She’s supposed to be—and unlike the others, is presented as—a kind, warm, nurturing, and supportive presence in Marinette’s life; instead she punishes Marinette (and, in Origins, Ivan) for being bullied and lets the bullies get away scot free. She reinforces Adrien’s worst behavior, punishes Marinette for standing up for herself and her classmates, and rewards bullies, and is always presented as being in the right, almost saintly… in fact, she’s presented as the Madonna in a Madonna-Wh*re complex.*

Yes, I went there.

If we look at the writing of the non-evil adults, it’s got all the hallmarks of sexism. All of the men except Tom are dumb and/or under the thumb of powerful, “shrewish” female figures. Meanwhile, among the non-evil adult women (of which there are few) we have Sabine (excellent), the harsh and unforgiving spinster-archetype Madame Mendeleiev, and the kind and saintly Caline Bustier. Both of them are dehumanized and treated more like props than like people.

So my thing there would be: make at least one competent male authority figure, and—since Madame Bustier is such an important figure in Adrien and Marinette’s lives—stop letting her reward bullying and instead have her be the person who helps both of them grow and be comfortable in themselves. Have her teach Adrien to stand up for himself, have her show Marinette it’s okay to be angry, to be emotional, to make mistakes. And, most importantly, round her out a little. Show her making mistakes occasionally too—but if she leads by example, she could admit to them and correct them.

6: Better friend interactions

Let’s face it: the friendship we see in the show isn’t particularly healthy, while the friendship in the Instagram accounts is quite a bit better. Let’s see some Alya and Nino being more supportive of their friends instead of pushing them into things they’re not ready for.

* Censored because tumblr, not because I think it’s a bad word. This website is stupid.

[anarchist-soupkitchen]

FIFA'S GAY!! (but not in a good way)

At the time of writing FIFA 2020 was not cancelled yet. But for the sake of this essay ignore that. This is an essay a persuasive one that will convince you why FIFA is not doing enough for queer rights. This was of course written about a month ago so I don't think any of it will be out of date. Its not as good as I would of liked so, the third paragraph is a bit choppy so be warned.

LGBT+ and FIFA’s questionable relationship with the community

“FIFA claims that football can unite the world… anti-LGBT+ policies don’t.” -Human Rights Watch. The last decade has been a staple for LGBT+ activism, but we are also seeing an unsettling uprise in crime against LGBT+ people. 1 out of 3 gay men do not feel safe in their homes. Mexico is reporting its deadliest year for LGBT+ individuals. Then FIFA- Federation of International Football Association- decided to let a notoriously homophobic country host the biggest sporting event in the world: Russia 2018. FIFA not only contributes to prejudice against the LGBT+ people, but they also continuously promote that they are a “safe space” for people who identify as such. Not surprisingly they are abysmal when it comes to protecting the rights for LGBT+ people. I propose that FIFA bans countries from hosting events where it is unsafe or illegal to exist as a LGBT+ person.

Some might argue that if FIFA bans countries that do not support LGBT+ rights from hosting events, then we are denying the people of that country the opportunity to go to one of the best sporting events of our time. Preposterous; we need to value the players and the people’s rights more than an unsafe football event. Some other people might argue that by banning a country which is unsafe for LGBT+ people, that the country is missing out in a great source of income. Disgusting to think anyone could value money over people’s basic human rights. None of these could be a plausible argument, and no compassionate being would agree with these viewpoints.

By FIFA supporting these countries, they are only enabling the suffering of many LGBT+ individuals and supporting countries that brake human rights. The most recent World Cup has, or will, be hosted in countries with appalling human rights: in Russia, if you are an LGBT+ individual, your name could be put on a murder site, promoted itself as a welcoming space for LGBT+ fans during the tournament. Qatar a country known for censoring LGBT+ media since 2018 and has a three-year prison sentence for LGBT+ people, said, “any fan, of any gender, [sexual] orientation, religion, race, [should] rest assured that Qatar is one of the most [safest] countries in the world — and they’ll all be welcome here.”- the Chief executive of the FIFA World Cup Qatar 2022 Nasser al-Khater. Nobody can take away your human rights – article 30, the following rights that have been routinely taken away from marginalised individuals such as LGBT+ people. Article 14 – Protection from discrimination. According to equaldex.com, there is no protection of LGBT+ individuals agents’ discrimination in Russia and Qatar. Article 16, in both Qatar and Russia its illegal for LGBT+ people to get married. Article 2– the right to life, on April the 17th 2017 the Russian state of Chechnya started a mass prosecution of gay men at least 40 people were detained, and 2 people were killed by gunshots to the back of the head. as a reminder, we are at the most advanced time in technology and civilisation in history, but there are still more than 75 countries where homosexuality is illegal. More than 30% of are UN member states. It is not a shocker to see that FIFA is turning a blind eye to Russia’s and Qatar’s human rights standards. Even in Brazil when fans where shouting gay slurs at an opposition team member, it took them some time to launch an investigation on the incident. Then, out of nowhere they dropped all charges. FIFA needs to step up and kick the ball out of the field and unite everyone over football, like they claim they can. By scoring countries not safe for LGBT+ fans off the list, that will be a step forward.

Moreover, FIFA fails to properly ensure the safety of LGBT+ individuals at their games. It was not very surprising to see that a gay man, O. Davrius, was beaten up in the heat of Russia 2018 at Moscow, when he was going to catch a taxi with his boyfriend. Before he could get into that taxi, he and his boyfriend were beaten up by a group of Russian men who left him with a brain injury and a broken jaw. This is all but one of the incidents in FIFA’s lousy track record of ‘keeping LGBT+ fans safe’. In fact, also in Russia 2018, a safe space was shut down just a day before its expected opening, and FIFA did not even bother to get off their backsides and launch an investigation into the incident. An organiser of the safe space said to the BBC "[the landowners] asked us to leave the place very rudely, switched off the electricity and explained nothing to us,” Why is FIFA rewarding this behaviour with hosting rights to a so-called progressive tournament? It is like if one player decided to discreetly punch the opposition team member in the face. FIFA is that dreadful referee that cannot see that. Or to put it simply, maybe that referee has been paid off. FIFA must not hesitate in making their tournament safer for all fans and athletes including LGBT+ ones. It is a no brainer FIFA: ban those countries for even being on the list as a possible hosting location.

Furthermore, by FIFA choosing homophobic venues, they are impacting on LGBT+ athletes mental and physical health. FIFA’s male world cups already promote a hyper-masculine and a homophobic culture, so it is no surprise that they would choose a homophobic hosting location as well. It is a known fact your mental health can impact your physical health A quote form psychology today estimates that “20 to 25 percent of LGBT+ people experience criminal victimization because of their adult sexual orientation” that jumps up to a staggering “42 percent” in the workplace. An effect of homophobia is an increased chance of suicide and heart disease - - Huffington post. When a male LGBT+ athlete that must be subjected to homophobic rhetoric because they must go to a country like Russia or Qatar to play for their team, it can be overwhelming. Being an athlete comes with an extreme physical demand and if you are LGBT+ you will be scared for your life. The anxiety that comes with playing big football games, wondering if it will be safe to go outside or to kiss your partner is all too overwhelming for LGBT+ athletes. Athletes in the top tiers like FIFA should only have one concern: to be in the best shape physically and mentally so they can play their best. Add staying in a homophobic country for a full tournament? You have got a recipe for disaster. FIFA should not be actively participating in destroying LGBT+ athletes mental and physical health, just for monetary gain. This also impacts FIFA’s earnings. If you were attending an event and were to see your beloved football team being decimated- due to some athletes being in a homophobic country and that wanes on their health- you would seriously reconsider supporting your current team. If you would want to see people being sub-par at football, then you would go to your local park. Why pay money to support a kid’s football team? Forcing LGBT+ athletes to play in a homophobic country will make FIFA lose money, and a simple way to solve this would be to eliminate the possibility of homophobic countries being chosen to host the world cup.

In conclusion, we need to pressure FIFA in to support LGBT+ peoples rights; we need to pressure FIFA in to putting in more precautions to keep LGBT+ people safe, we need to pressure FIFA into removing unsuitable and hostile countries, we also need to consider if their ideals make it unsafe for LGBT+ people to attend and participate at these venues. Saying it plainly and straight to the point, this must be done for the good of all people. [insert witty remark here]

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[blossomhcney]

( james ransone. forty. cis-male. he/him. ) in texas, george charlton-thomas is more commonly known as george. they’ve been living in newton for two weeks and currently con artist. some say they are opportunistic & devious but i’m more inclined to believe those that say they’re practical & charismatic. if you walk by their house, you can sometimes hear with or without you by U2 playing from their window. ( never taking no for an answer, always running and never looking back, hastily scribbled notes, always wearing a suit, ink stained fingers. ) 

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NAME. george hugh charlton-thomas NICKNAME. none.  AGE. forty. GENDER. cis male. PRONOUNS. he/him. SEXUAL ORIENTATION. homosexual. ROMANTIC ORIENTATION. homoromantic. HOMETOWN. newton. OCCUPATION. con artist. AFFILIATION. none.

ZODIAC. capricorn. POSITIVE TRAITS. practical, charismatic, capable. NEGATIVE TRAITS. opportunistic, devious, over-imaginative. LANGUAGES SPOKEN. english, french, dutch. (he is better at accents rather than speaking multiple languages)

HEIGHT. 5′10. EYE COLOR. brown. HAIR COLOR. brunet. TATTOOS. can be found on the pinterest board !

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trigger warnings: death

george thomas was the only child of dennis and gloria thomas, loved and cared for by both, though each in their own ways. gloria showed her love for george by trying to mould him into an upstanding member of society, she wanted the best for her son and she wanted him to have the best life that he could and, in a town like newton, she knew the best opportunity he had was to keep his head down and stay quiet. now, dennis, on the other hand, wanted george to grow up just like him. a crook. by the age of eight, he had successfully been handed over many of dennis’ pearls of wisdom, being capable of much more than he likely should have been if it wasn’t for his father’s constant ‘training’ as he liked to call it. it wasn’t long before gloria realised her path for george was long gone, darkened before he had even had a chance to find out what would await him on the other end if he chose to take it. 

by fifteen, he was the master of the short con. occasionally, he would get a little help if it was a two person job, but he was capable of doing so much by himself and his father was deathly proud of him for carrying on the family business, as it were. it seemed to george that the thomas’ were a long line of con artists and there was to be no disappointing his father. sure, his mother had fallen victim to the love of a good man, but that didn’t mean his career was any good. if you asked george, being a con artist was like being a regular artist. they wove beautiful tales to any unsuspecting person that should find themselves under the watchful eye of a thomas and they told them what they wanted to hear. if they wanted something for nothing, they could be taken and it was not up to george to deny them of the right to be conned when they so surely deserved it. 

the only thing that george wanted that differed to his father’s plans for him (for them) was that he wanted to get out of newton. he wanted to see the world. he wanted to explore and find himself along the way. hell, he just wanted to con as many people as he could, the ones who deserved it, anyway. he was a simple man with simple tastes and he just wanted to explore and travel and meet other family members who might be able to show him more, a better life, a more... extravagant way to live and earn. it would be foolish to say that dennis was unimpressed with this idea, but george was adamant that one day, he would get to see the world for all it was worth. he would come back, after all, this was his home. his parents were here and he wanted to stay with them as long as he could, live and die by them. they had given up so much for him, so much more than he could ever know, so how could he ever just give up on them? well, it looked like he wouldn’t have to. 

it seemed dennis was unable to give up the life he had so dearly passed onto his son, one last con, he just had to be involved with something once more. he left newton for a few weeks, a month at most. that was the plan, at least. now, george was unaware of the true details for a long time and that was, perhaps for the best, because to know that his father was killed over a con gone wrong, well it would have been the one thing that could make him give it all up. especially if his mother had lived long enough to tell him. as luck would have it, she suffered her own demise a few weeks later. a complete accident, truly, caught in what could only be described as a gang war, though the term is far more troubling than it sounds. as far as anybody knows, it was gang members and gloria stumbled into the wrong place at the wrong time. it was the last straw for george. he had always wanted to get out but now he had no reason to stay. it wasn’t long before he had sold the house and left for england. 

it wasn’t all it was cracked up to be, but it was somewhere new and he had family there, so it seemed like a no brainer when he booked the ticket. and, of course, it was how he met the crew he would come to work with for years. entirely by accident, mind you. he was running a few short cons, the easiest being ‘accidentally’ bumping into somebody and lifting their wallet. it was going swimmingly, if he were to be asked, until he lifted a wallet and his was lifted at the same time. it was... sort of really strange to be caught in a situation where he was targeting somebody who had also been targeting him. the fascination only grew from there, though. that was how he met douglas and when he was introduced to douglas’ mentor, it was even more of a surprise to find that it was his grandfather, the very man he had come to england to see. ‘life has a funny way of working out’ he had said at the time and george thought that yes, it certainly did and yes, he could see he potential of having a life here, in this country, with these people. 

working with a crew was much better than working on his own. the art of the long con was something george had not had the chance to be shown by his own father, so it was somewhat poetic that the very man who had shown him the ropes all those years ago should be the one to show george. it was beautiful to watch him work, see him rope in the marks for them to weave their tales for, take them for as much as they could whilst never feeling an ounce of guilt because they deserved it, after all. and life was really good for a long time. the crew was like his new family, a found family, after all. they looked out for one another and they kept each other safe. they were not intended to be a substitute for the family he lost, but they were pretty good for it. 

it didn’t take long for him to develop feelings for douglas and that felt like a death wish. in this line of work, there was no way to have a normal life. he had seen that much with his father, he had eventually been drawn back into the not so glamorous life of a con man. he had paid for his sins with his death and george was determined not to allow that to come of himself and douglas. not because he had a few feelings. he hid them well, like he hid all things about himself during certain moments, though his grandfather was far too capable of drawing them out of him. it seemed that even with a found family, secrets were not ideal. they were the make or break of many situations. feelings also seemed to be the make of break to george, but what did he know if his grandfather was anything to go by. perhaps a con artist could have a life and still do their job without getting caught out. 

so, they gave it a go. a really good go. a few arguments here or there but who didn’t have those? they were in love and they were happy and, as far as george was concerned, that was all that mattered. his grandfather was certainly supportive in the entire ordeal, as where the other members of their crew. they were in love and not a single one of them could ever make anything else mean more than that. and, as it turns out, love is not the catalyst of every good thing in a person’s life. george did not fall in love and then his entire world crashed and burned around him. they spent a long time together with the worst thing that ever happened being a con falling through. they were never caught and convicted of anything. caught, yes, but that meant nothing if they had no evidence to put them away. so they were free, day after day, year after year. hell, they even got married a month ago. that may have been where it all went downhill. 

with every long con, there was a chance that it could go south very quickly. very dangerously. usually, the cops were the most dangerous thing about a con. but in this case, it was the mark themselves. a very wealthy businessman that was more than capable of ruining a life with the snap of his fingers. and by ruin, well he could destroy their credibility, destroy relationships, businesses, partnerships. and then, on the flip side, he could have somebody killed and nothing would trace back to him. if he thinks about it now, he might say that getting married right before a con with a mark like that was foolish, but at the time, nobody thought that. hell, they were just happy to be getting married and sealing their commitment together after so long of dancing around the subject. their marriage was not the only catalyst to the con, there were many things that were not exactly overlooked but were not airtight and that was the big thing, wasn’t it? they had to make sure that nobody would come looking for them, that they were going to be home free with such a dangerous mark. well, they got the money. and they cleared out of their hotel room before they were found, but by the skin of their teeth, practically. the decision to take some time apart, go their separate ways until it was safe for them in england again, it was mostly a joint decision. they knew they could not safely be together in england and they all needed a way out, somewhere to lay low for a while. they had to make sure they were safe and would continue to be. 

it was easy to see why george had picked newton for his safe haven. he knew the place, he was used to the streets, though they may have changed a little in the twenty years it had been since he had lived there. but it was his home, even if there were no loving parents waiting with open arms to take him back in. it was hard to convince douglas it was the right place to go but, the way george saw it, they had no choice and it had to be done. they had to go somewhere and england was no longer capable of housing them safely. so, newton it was. 

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

former best friends / ride or die - so we all know i love a little ride or die, so i’m thinking anybody that was on the road to their life of crime from a young age and would have been well versed in the way of mr. dennis thomas, con man extraordinaire - their parents may have been friends or even enemies ! but they were basically inseparable right up until george left newton behind. 

people he’s conned - wait a smart way for me to name this ! anyway, anybody that has been in town for the past two weeks (don’t look at me like that) has probably been subject to george lifting their wallet. this is not a dig at their intelligence, he is very good at what he does, so there is no shame in it. and the potential for anyone he may have crossed paths with over the years lies here too. PLUS anyone that was around 21 years ago would likely also have had the exact same done to them, if they were old enough for such a thing, of course. 

childhood friends - this stays being like former best friends but not necessarily to that level. but some lil friends back in the day that he can reach out to now is ......... sexi pls and thanks

this is all i have in the way of wanted connections thus far but please do feel free to send me any you have because wbk i love to plot