#they immediately scrubbed all socials clean of any mention of non

[pharawee]

Seems like Live in Love the Series is no longer happening with Non Ratchanon. Studio on Fire, the production company behind the series (and Hearth Chindanai's agency? I'm not sure but they do promo for his fanmeeting) just announced that the ship collab between Non and Hearth has ended due to their agencies not being able to agree on common terms.

Non's role will be recast and... I guess that's that.

What in the War of Y?? Copy A Bangkok did say there was going to be a special episode. I just didn't think it was War of Managers in real life.

[rocorambles]

Fool

Pairing: Sakusa x Reader

Genre/Warnings: NSFW, Yandere, Rape/Non-con, Manipulation, Degradation

Summary: Your body might be the most spotless and pristine it’s ever been, but you’ve never felt more disgusting, more filthy in your entire life. 

Requested by Anon

Sakusa quietly walks besides Komori and you while the two of you giddily chatter about one thing or another. He honestly could care less about his cousin and his new friend. He has more important things to worry about. Volleyball, nationals, school, staying healthy and clean. Who cares about a random girl his cousin started talking to? But then you slowly become a permanent fixture in their group. The three of you walk to and from high school together every day. You all study together, exchanging notes and information. You simultaneously bite into store bought onigiris after school.  

At first he talks to you out of sheer politeness, accepting the fact that he might as well make a bit of small talk considering how he’s going to see you every day at this rate. But as time goes on he finds himself actively joining in the conversations, seeking you out at lunch time, and hanging out with you on the weekends. He finds himself looking for your face in between class breaks, nagging you to wear your face mask, and thinking of you even when you aren’t with him. But he doesn’t dwell on it. Volleyball is still the top priority in his life and the three of you graduate from high school as close friends, but nothing more than that. 

It’s hard to keep in close contact during college since the three of you are in different universities. Texts are exchanged once in a while. Sometimes he’ll open his phone and see Komori and you littering the group chat with stupid memes and mindless nonsense. On his birthday he’ll get a phone call from both of you, but that’s the extent of it. Well, that’s the extent of it for him. A sickening feeling coils in his stomach when he opens social media and sees a photo of Komori and you at brunch on a random weekend and he wonders if he might be coming down with something. But the dark feeling lurks and festers in him as he sees more photos of just the two of you out and about shopping together, eating together, partying together. 

Sakusa knows that Komori and you have always been closer than him and you. It’s Komori who’s always been your first choice when you need help with something. It’s Komori who’s the first person you run to when you want to share a funny post you saw. So he shouldn’t be surprised to know that the two of you hang out frequently without him, but that doesn’t stop the green eyed monster from growing bigger and bigger inside of him. It keeps on expanding within him as college continues until all he can think about is you. 

As soon as he wakes up, he turns on his phone and scrolls through your social media feeds. Whenever he has a second of spare time, he finds himself flipping through photos of you. Right before he goes to sleep, he goes through old text messages you’ve sent. He has to stop himself from throwing his phone against the wall in anger whenever Komori’s face beams up at him, far too close to your own smiling face and with an arm slung far too familiarly over your shoulders. The three of you see each other in person a few times a year during college breaks, but it’s not enough and having Komori there only fuels the urgency within him. 

He hasn’t seen you in a while. Now that you’re all working, it’s hard to find the time to get together. You’re only free on weekends, but that’s usually when Komori and he are traveling for volleyball games. But that doesn’t mean you’re not on his mind. Quite the opposite in fact. Absence makes the heart grow fonder after all. Sakusa hates jacking himself off. There’s something so primitive and disgusting about the whole thing and he grimaces at the sticky feeling of his pre-cum, but he can’t even keep count of the amount of times he’s waited for Bokuto’s, Atsumu’s, and Hinata’s breaths to even out in their shared hotel rooms before opening up his phone and looking at his favorite saved photos of you while stroking himself off. He recoils in disgust when warm liquid spills across his hand, but when he imagines how pretty you’d look licking it clean for him, it’s suddenly not all that bad. 

It’s one of his very few free weekends and he makes his way to his seat in the audience before settling down and watching Komori and his team warm up before their match. He internally groans when he feels the presence of someone sitting next to him and immediately starts trying to shrink in on himself in order to minimize any contact with the other person. “Sakusa?” His head turns so fast his mask almost flies off when he hears the familiar voice. He can feel his chest tighten when he sees you so close to him and his body instinctively leans closer to you, drawn to the woman he’s been fantasizing about for years. The two of you catch up, but he’s hardly paying attention to the actual words as he watches your lips move, as he watches your hands wave in the air, as he watches your eyes sparkle. He can feel his fingers twitch, desperate to see how soft and warm you’d be in his hold, desperate to touch someone in a way he’s never felt before. He usually abhors the idea of physically touching anyone or anything, but when it’s you, there’s nothing he wants more.

He snaps back to attention when you loudly cheer for Komori and anxiety springs up within him when he realizes they’re almost done with the second set. No, no, no. This wasn’t enough time. He needs more of you. His thoughts spiral as he thinks about how to keep you with him a little longer, but then it clicks when he sees the adoration in your eyes as you attentively watch Komori racing across the court. His eyes darken when he sees the way you look at his cousin and he knows exactly how to get his way. 

“Hey, Komori is going to come over to my place tonight. You’re more than welcome to just hang out with me after the game ends until then. It’ll be nice for all three of us to hang out again. It’s been a while.” 

His jaw clenches at the way a blush of red tints your cheeks when he mentions Komori’s name, but he digs his nails into his thighs as he waits for your response. He knows he has you. Hook. Line. Sinker. And sure enough, you beam at him and excitedly agree. It’s nice to have you alone to himself and if he dreams enough, it almost feels like the two of you are on a date as he walks with you to his place, pleasantly conversing all the way. He can’t help but think you fit perfectly in his apartment. It just looks so right to have you in his home and he hides his smile with the cup of tea in his hands. But time passes far too quickly and he can see the way your leg begins to twitch when you ask him exactly when Komori will be arriving. His grip tightens and he forcefully takes a deep breath before he accidentally breaks his mug and gives you a tight smile, assuring you he’d be here soon. It’s time to finally set his final plan in motion. 

He gets up to refill your cup, but just as his hands draw near you, he drops the entire pot on you, covering your entire shirt and lap with the liquid. He makes a show of panicking as he attempts to wipe you down (relishing in the feeling of your body beneath his hands as he rubs much harder, much longer than he needs to) and he almost smirks at how naive you are as you assure him it’s completely fine. Mistakes happen. He practically shoves you into the bathroom with a fresh towel and some of his clothes as he urges you to get clean and dry before leaving and closing the door behind him. But he doesn’t move an inch after that. He waits right outside the door and he can feel himself getting aroused as he hears the rustling of clothes and you shuffling around. He imagines how you look, completely stripped down and vulnerable. Thank God it’s not going to be just an imagination anymore. 

He waits until he hears the shower begin to run, until he hears you clambering inside, until he hears you sweetly humming to yourself and then he moves faster than he’s ever moved before as he rips the door open and barges in, slamming the door behind him and locking it with a resounding click. You shriek when you see him and you yell at him to get out, but it’s no use and he has you on your knees, your head submerged under the water still cascading down from the showerhead. Your eyes clench shut in an effort to keep the water out as you take panicked gasps of breath through your mouth. It’s so hard to breathe when water is pouring on your face. It’s so hard to think when you’re caught off guard in a situation you’ve never even had nightmares about. You frantically claw at Sakusa’s arm that has a tight hold of your hair, but you instantly stop, instead aiming for the hard object that’s being shoved into your mouth. It’s disgusting and yet vaguely familiar. Kind of similar to when you accidentally get shampoo water in your mouth...Realization dawns on you and you try to spit out the bar of soap lodged in your mouth, but Sakusa’s grip is relentless as he shoves it in and out of your mouth, making sure to scrub it against every inch of your orifice that he can reach. You almost sob in relief when he finally removes it from your mouth, but that turns into pain when he jerks your head back until the shower water is pouring into your mouth and when it’s full, he slaps a hand over your lips and orders you to gurgle before finally shoving your head back down where you gag and heave as you spit the soapy suds out. 

Mouth finally empty, you plead for him to stop, to explain why he’s doing this, but you cringe when he coldly looks down at you and says he’s not done cleaning you yet. You try to shove past him to get out of the enclosed space, get out of his home, but really, what chance do you think you have against a professional athlete, against one of the best volleyball players in the country? It’s embarrassing how easy it is for Sakusa to force you on all fours and you brokenly cry as he lathers his hands with the bar that had just assaulted your mouth before pumping his fingers in and out of your tight pussy, using the flexibility of his wrists to twist and turn, touching places you’ve never been able to reach yourself. Sakusa’s not even trying to provide you with any pleasure, intent on just making sure you’re completely clean before he uses you, but he’s so thorough and persistent with his movements that you can’t help the way your juices begin to leak as his fingers rub against every crevice. 

He pulls his digits out in disgust as he sees the sticky coat you’ve left on them. “You’re such a fucking whore. Do you get turned on just from being cleaned? Do you like being filled that much? Don’t worry. I’m more than happy to give you what you want.” You shake your head in denial as your tears mingle with the water still streaming down on you, but you moan as Sakusa shoves his cock into your dripping cunt. He grips your hips so tightly his hands turn white and you rapidly pant as both of you adjust to being connected so intimately. But there’s only so much patience Sakusa has after lusting after you for years and he starts a punishing pace, pulling all the way out before fully slamming back into you with every thrust. Internally you beg him to stop, beg him for mercy, but the only things that spill from your lips is moan after moan as he fills you so well and you’re almost grateful for the fact that water is still coming down, the sound of drops hitting the shower floor blocking out some of the lewd humiliating sounds echoing in the small room. You feel something hot, something alive crawling from deep within you. It doesn’t feel like a normal orgasm. It seems bigger, more daunting and you clench your teeth and fists, trying to not let it out, but it’s no use and you scream as you erupt. Sakusa scowls when he sees the flood of liquids that pour out of you. What a fucking mess. And yet, you somehow feel even better like this. Sopping wet, quivering walls milking his cock. And that’s all it takes for him to release deep inside of you, letting your pretty hole hold his mess. He glowers down at the disgusting mix of transparent and white liquid that trickles out from you and that sticks to his length when he finally pulls out. 

“Open your mouth.” You obediently follow his order. What use is it to fight now? Now that he’s already used you? He has you suck and lick his softening shaft until every remnant of fluid is gone and you gratefully pull off of him and collapse on the floor, glad that it’s all over. You glare at him, angry tears in your eyes as you spit out scathing insult after insult at him. “How the fuck could you do this to a friend? One of your closest friends? Someone you’ve known for years?” He rolls his eyes as you continue with your pointless rants, but he perks up at your next line. 

“Wait until Komori gets here and I tell him exactly what you did.” 

You falter when Sakusa begins laughing and you stumble back as he suddenly lurches towards you, but there’s nowhere for you to run and you squeal when he grabs the detachable shower head and holds it right above your pussy, still oversensitive and raw. 

“Oh, Komori’s not coming. He doesn’t have time for dirty sluts like you. But maybe after I clean you up again, he’ll think about sparing you a minute.”

You howl as Sakusa once again reaches for the bar of soap and begins harshly rubbing it all over and inside your reddening flesh and you don’t know if it’s fueled by pain, pleasure, anger, or betrayal, but you keep on howling as your rose-tinted dreams of a friendly libero are ripped to shreds by the black haired monster above you. You howl until your voice can’t make any more sounds and then you just lie there under the now cooling water still spraying down on both of you as Sakusa continues. Your body might be the most spotless and pristine it’s ever been (it certainly feels like it is with how rigorously Sakusa scrubs you), but you’ve never felt more disgusting, more filthy in your entire life as he releases load after load inside of you, letting you feel, letting you know how foolish you are for ever thinking you had a chance with his cousin, for ever thinking he’d let you be with anyone other than him. And as the night drags on and on, you can’t help but begin to agree with him. What a fool you are.                 

[yan-twst]

What would the dorms leaders do if one day Darling just desapear and no one can remember except them can remember them?

warnings: none really? i guess this could induce paranoic thoughts in some people so there's that! oh and angst

riddle rosehearts

at first, trey assumes riddle just finally snapped (again) and went a bit crazy. he keeps asking about his "darling" and looking for them; what is he talking about?? nobody seems to even remember just a day ago riddle was walking hand in hand with his beloved

he'll immediately try to ask crowley, only to be shot down. what? the school has no non-magic students, why would riddle ask about that?

he becomes panicked and stressed. why can nobody remember them? where are they? why is he the only one who remembers them? moreover, how does he undo all of this?

he'll stress over this for the rest of his life. sure, over time he'll manage to get over the grief of losing his lover so suddenly, but he won't ever doubt his memories. he'll keep asking and looking- he knows they existed, he has to find them one day

leona kingscholar

is this another one of ruggie's pranks? he fell asleep with his darling on the bed and now not only are they gone, but ruggie is pretending he doesn't even know who his darling is? what the hell does he mean leona fell asleep alone, his darling was clearly here-

or... not. he freezes when he realizes there's no trace of his darling's scent: not just on the bed, in his whole room. nothing. not even a faint trace of them: as if they had never set foot into the room at all.

he feels nauseous when he runs and sees ramshackle dorm as abandoned and empty as it used to be, no traces of it ever being reinhabited. all of his darling's personal trinkets back in his room are gone, their dorm reverted to the state it was in, not a soul even knows who they are- leona despairs

was it just a dream or something? had he truly been so misserable he dreamed up about half a year worth of school life and meeting a fake person, fell in love with them, dated, and then woke up? it sure feels that way, but the calendar tells him those days did pass; just somehow, his darling is gone and nobody remembers them

he might even try attending class for clues. is it a curse? a spell? what the hell is going on?! where was his darling taken? he can't even sleep, knowing he'll dream of them; he'll keep searching. he has to- after all, if he loses his darling, what the hell else does he have?

azul ashengrotto

he's upset when his darling doesn't seem to come greet him in the cafeteria in the morning, and comments that they're late. jade and floyd stare at him like he grew a third head. who's late?

he gets angry and agitated when the twins become confused. his darling- how could they forget?! they eat breakfast with the three of them every morning! ... but as much as he lists on, the twins look more and more confused- eventually jade concludes azul must be feverish and tells him to go rest, he'll tell the teachers

azul is so shocked he just goes back to his room. there's no traces of his darling he noticed- any gifts they'd given to him, any personal belongings they might have left there... are gone. looking through his contracts, any contract where his darling was even mentioned seems to be different: no mention of his darling

he's a ruined man. where is his darling? did they leave and erase everyone's memories but his? or were they taken away and he's unable to help? he'll cry about it quite often; he's mourning and grieving a person who doesn't exist in other's minds.

kalim al-asim

he's equally as confused as jamil when he mentions his darling's name and jamil has no clue who he's talking about. what? is he playing a prank or did he hit his head?

he'll try to prove jamil must be sick by asking a randomscarabia studet- surely they must know! after all, kalim brings his darling to every dorm pary and makes them the center of attention! ... but the student apologizes and says he has no clue who kalim's darling is

desperation creeps in the more he asks people and the more they say they don't know who that person he speaks of is. eventually, he's panicking, and jamil is exhausted and ticked off. he thinks kalim is playing games or trying to prank him somehow, and finally tells kalim to lay off.

kalim feels empty and confused. is he... the one on the wrong? did he truly make up his darling...? no, that can't be! just a week ago he danced with them and took them on a magic carpet ride! ... right? that did happen, right?

the more time goes on, the more anxious he becomes. are his memories wrong or is everyone else wrong? but- what are the chances he's the only person who remembers? all traces of them are gone, like they never existed; is he the crazy one...?

vil schoenheit

what. is going. on?

at first he's shocked to see all his magicam posts with his darling are deleted. not archived- deleted!! did someone hack his account? no, it doesn't seem to be the case. now that he notices, all traces of his darling seem to have been scrubbed clean off social media...

he tries to go talk to his darling- to find ramshackle dorm abandoned and worn down, as it'd been when he first entered nrc. how... had it gotten so bad overnight? sure, his darling hadn't fixed the whole place up, but they'd worked plenty- just last night when he dropped them off, the place looked liveable. now... well, it was rotting and falling appart

he can't find them. oh god, where are they? he feels like he could faint. in a moment of desperation, he asks rook to find them: surely a master hunter can find his darling! ... but rook blinks twice at his request, before asking who exactly this person is and why vil needs them.

vil cannot comprehend what happened. he makes sure rook isn't pulling his leg, then tries to see if someone else remembers. he'll desperately commission artists to draw his darling as well as he can remember and spread the art through his social media- has anyone seen the person in this painting?! anyone?!

his fans think he's pranking them or doing one of those creepy internet games that'd become popular lately. rook just thinks vil may be having hallucinations or misremembering things- maybe he should de-stress and calm down, before the whole dorm sees him lashing out?

vil won't accept it. he'll keep asking and searching- he'll he known as an eccentric beauty, insisting on finding a person who seems to never have existed

idia shroud

at first he thinks his darling left him quietly. they took all the trinkets they'd left at his dorm, packed their bags and left from nrc- that was what happened, right? but then... why does ortho not even know who he's talking about?

is ortho's memory malfunctioning? he panickedly runs a scan- no, it seems to he perfect... except all traces of his darling are gone. every maintenance check comes up perfect- no files were deleted recently. so then why...?

he's too scared to ask others, so he uses his tablet and ortho to ask around, and can't believe the results. nobody knew who his darling was? not even their own classmates...?

if this was a videogame this would be the worst plot ever. but it's even worse- it's all real, too real, and he's the only one who can remember. what now? how can he look for them? are they even alive?

he'll fall into such a deep depression, even his dormmates worry about him. sure, he'd holed up in his room before, but never so badly. even ortho feels like he can't get through to idia

why would this happen?! just when he finally got felt like he could open his heart to someone, to begin to leave his shell- suddenly the person who'd helped him grow as a person is gone? erased trom the world? he'll fall back on his old habits, even worse than before- he's trying to drown out his grief and missery, but he ends up just stewing in them

malleus draconia

lilia is seriously worried over him when he won't stop mentioning his darling, a person who as far as the smaller fae and everyone else knows, doesn't exist. malleus is distraught; where is the one person who didn't fear him? where did they go?

he feels utterly heartbroken. so nobody else remembers...? he has no doubts his memories are real: he'd know if someone tampered with him using magic. but... he also doesn't sense any magic being used on the people who cannot remember his darling

was it too good to be true? to have someone who not only didn't fear him, but loved him? did he upset destiny by finding a friend? was he fated to be alone forever- and had somehow made his darling dissapear by growing close to them?

he'll blame himself, bitterly and full of agony. he's incredibly powerful, but not even he could cast such a powerful spell as to makr everyone forget about a person, dissapear all their belongings, and undo any changes they might have done to the world around them. who could even do that?

it's his fault, isn't it? perhaps he should simply live his life as it seems it was meant to be: cold and alone. he'll grow apart from everyone, even lilia, silver and sebek- he feels like he finally understands. he's destined to be a lonely beast; there's no point in him even trying to live happily

[a-room-of-my-own]

By Julian Vigo

Hans Christian Andersen’s The Emperor's New Clothes tells the tale of a ruler who is unconcerned with the reigning of his kingdom—he did not care much about attending the theatre nor making any public appearances unless, of course, he was able to flaunt his latest clothes. That is until one day when two swindlers came to town and tricked the emperor successfully convincing him that they were weavers who could spin him the most beautiful cloth he had ever before seen in his life. These swindlers claimed, “Not only were the colours and the patterns of their material extraordinarily beautiful, but the cloth had the strange quality of being invisible to anyone who was unfit for his office or unforgivably stupid.” It was perfect, of course, for the emperor whose intelligence would not only allow him to see quite perfectly the beauty of the cloth before him but which would also allow him to choose his councillors wisely as he would discard any of them who were unable to perceive the magnificent beauty before their eyes. 

The emperor then bought these fraudsters the most expensive materials of silk and gold and a loom with which to make the clothes. The swindlers kept the materials for themselves and pretended to make the garments from the empty loom. First, the emperor sent his faithful prime minister to check up on the “weavers” who doubted his eyesight as he found an empty loom. He thought to himself, “Am I stupid?” wondering if he was fit for his office. In a choice between his trust of his eyesight or his desire to keep his position, the prime minister quickly came around stating, “It is beautiful. It is very lovely...What patterns! What colours! I shall tell the emperor that I am greatly pleased.” And each of the councillors the emperor sent thereafter had a similar reaction—at first doubting their sanity and then realising that if they did not concede the beauty of the cloth being spun that they risked losing their position. Soon, all those close to the emperor had announced their sighting of a magnificent cloth that in fact was non-existent.

When it finally came time for the emperor to view the completed cloth, the fraudsters and everyone around the emperor informed him how beautiful the cloth was. The prime minister exclaims, “Isn't it magnifique?” However, the emperor had a similar crisis to that of all those he had sent before to check up on the cloth: he saw nothing. He thought to himself, “I can't see a thing! Why this is a disaster! Am I stupid? Am I unfit to be emperor? Oh, it is too horrible!” However, like his officials who realised that their credibility and good-judgment lay in the balance, the emperor capitulates to his officials’ claims and announced the glorious artistry of a cloth that did not, in fact, exist at all. “It is lovely,” exclaims the emperor. After paying the thieves handsomely for their good work, the emperor decides to have the cloth cut and sewn and, in celebration of his new clothes, he has a parade. As he marches down the streets in sheer nudity, everyone in the kingdom is awed by the beauty of his clothes and shares in his delight and belief of the lie. That is until a young child sees that the emperor isn’t wearing any clothes at all and the rest of the kingdom slowly begins to realise the same.

This well-known fairy tale serves as an allegory for political ideology that a government can impose upon its citizens, that a well-funded interest group can as well—that of false consciousness. In his essay,The Power of the Powerless (1978), Václav Havel explores what he calls the post-totalitarian regime in Czechoslovakia wherein he reveals an ideology of false consciousness that is strikingly similar to the political consciousness of Andersen’s fairy tale. Havel uses the analogy of a greengrocer who displays in his storefront window the party slogan which reads “Workers of the World, Unite!” Just as the emperor's clothes are a production of artistic sleight of hand and cunning trickery, for Havel so too is the party literature, the slogan of the green grocer. The manoeuvre of an invisible cloth or a state-mandated slogan in both cases becomes the vehicle through which ideology surfaces and inscribes itself upon the masses whereby, as Havel writes, the citizens “confirm the system, fulfil the system, make the system, are the system.”

Havel’s essay is quite critical of political ideology calling it an “almost secularised religion” which maintains its force by offering the wandering masses a “home” that immediately grants the believer a life full of new meaning:

Ideology is a specious way of relating to the world. It offers human beings the illusion of an identity, of dignity, and of morality while making it easier for them to part with them. As the repository of something suprapersonal and objective, it enables people to deceive their conscience and conceal their true position and their inglorious modus vivendi, both from the world and from themselves. It is a very pragmatic but, at the same time, an apparently dignified way of legitimising what is above, below, and on either side. 

Havel goes on to assert that ideology feeds a systemic drive that creates a “world of appearances trying to pass for reality” where the post-totalitarian system “touches people at every step, but it does so with its ideological gloves on.” 

Havel’s essay is not only a damning summation of the ideological rituals common within Czechoslovakia, Poland and other Communist regimes of the era, but it eerily portrays much of what is happening in the west today fifty years later. With samizdat, a form of dissident activity across the former Eastern bloc nations long ago retired, we have laid witness in recent years to its unofficial rebirth among many critics of gender ideology. For those who have pushed back against the onslaught of gender ideology that has permeated the neoliberal left over the past twenty years, many critics of this era’s embrace of identity politics who refuse to be silenced have either taken to social media or they have published blog posts under assumed names. Due to the mounting authoritarianism from the left on this subject whereby individuals have faced losing income, being fired from their positions entirely, or being socially and politically ostracised, the protest to the official narratives of gender ideology has been emanating from unofficial spaces. 

Twitter and Facebook have been the two primary social media spaces where feminists and trans ideologues alike have created secret groups in an attempt to strategise, dialogue, and establish actions. It would be an understatement to state that the wave has not only turned in the favour of these feminists, but COVID-19 has assisted the many who previously doubted the importance of material reality, to understand the difference between identity as feeling and the somatic reality of male versus female, a virus versus a unicorn. I have been in many of the gender-critical groups that are composed of only women, only radical feminists, only leftists, and myriad other variations on a theme. Where women and men from the left have joined forces to fight what they perceive as an ideological backwater of men’s rights activism, this fourth wave of feminism has teeth and it is speaking clearly to what resoundingly appears to be a religious ideology of gender.

Now that the NHS and the BBC have radically transformed their websites in recent weeks to update the information on gender dysphoria to include mentioning childhood desistance and ROGD (rapid-onset gender dysphoria), there is now a mass wiping of servers of these and other institutions of all references to Mermaids, a UK-based lobby group and NGO that has long identified its constituency as “transgender children” and their parents. And Mermaids is no outlier in the industry that seeks the expansion of childhood medical “gender transition” as it has consistently encouraged policy changes within the British government and its agencies to effect the quickest possible transition times of the highest number of children with the fewest safeguards in place. In 2018, Mermaids received £500,000 in lottery funding to this end.

So how is it that in less than two years, Mermaids has gone from being the star charity ostensibly championing the rights of children to now being silently removed from the BBC and NHS websites in their information and support sections as all the claims that puberty blockers such as Lupron are “reversible” have also disappeared? More importantly, why is it now commonplace in recent weeks that the media and public figures as well as private and public institutions have in stealth removed mention of Mermaids and the cheerleading of “childhood transition” from their accounts or servers as if a damnatio memoriae rivalling China’s removal of Zhao Ziyang from most every public record available in China?

Last year British actor, Jameela Jamil, participated in a video in support of both sic “trans kids” and Mermaids. Yet, in the same time frame that the NHS and BBC servers were wiped clean of any reference to Mermaids with data amended that exaggerated suicide information or that omitted childhood desistance, Jamil has curiously wiped clean her many Twitter posts referring to Mermaids. While Jamil claims she deleted her history to “become a more activism focused account that I can lend to other activists and charities,” many activists have answered Jamil on Twitter noting the non-coincidence of her and British comedian Josie Long having both dumped their Twitter feed within hours of one another, to include the many tweets in support of both Mermaids and the lifetime medicalisation of mostly gay and lesbian children’s bodies. 

On the other side of this debate, you have trans activists like Katy Montgomerie who are soliciting screenshots of gender-critical people who have “bought this latest Mermaids conspiracy theory” as he calls it. One of the tweets sent to Montgomerie as “proof” of wrong-think was that of fellow-writer, Suzanne Moore, who tweeted this past week: “I see all you celebs deleting your tweets that supported the charity Mermaids? Wonder why you are doing that.” Now that Montgomerie is invested in collecting evidence of women’s words on social media (as if their clearly visible tweets were not enough), the pushback to gender-critical voices has become patently absurd, especially since feminists have been pointing out the sexism and homophobia inherent within transgender ideology for years. Next up, Montgomerie or another trans-identified male will claim that gender critics are right-wing, religious bigots because they questioned the sexism and homophobia of Mermaids which in turn made it impossible for them to question the sexism and homophobia of Mermaids. This is pretty much the cycle these online debates take in the vein of “on the wrong side of history” debates that pervade social media.

Content aside, what should trouble us all is that media of public and private institutions and individuals on social media is being scrubbed of history. As Havel’s essay shows us that the greengrocer’s shop slogan is divorced from what the slogan actually says, the true meaning of the social act of proclaiming allegiance to an ideology is quite clear and comprehensible because the code is so familiar: 

The greengrocer declares his loyalty (and he can do no other if his declaration is to be accepted) in the only way the regime is capable of hearing; that is, by accepting the prescribed ritual, by accepting appearances as reality, by accepting the given rules of the game. In doing so, however, he has himself become a player in the game, thus making it possible for the game to go on, for it to exist in the first place.

Today, here we are in the midst of a tide-turning moment where transgender ideology is being rejected en masse by gay and straight people, men and women alike. Meanwhile, the public institutions which have for years codified the social signs, sponsored the "gender identity" training, crafted the woke lessons transmitted by the BBC and the NHS permeating all arenas of media and public health, in addition to the cast of Harry Potter chiming in with their endless support for “trans people” through Twitter and other media outlets, and we have been handed the perfect storm exemplifying exactly how we got here in the first place. Of course, political ideology is a powerful tool when it leaves no oxygen in the room for anything else. Such an authoritarian narrative creates the subterfuge to the very ideology all these bodies and individuals espouse. 

For those like British journalist Owen Jones who declared in 2015 that all critics of transgender ideology were on “the wrong side of history,” we must be more circumspect in how we approach ideologues who ought to be covering the news instead of participating in it. While gender has wider implications beyond its very narrow media representation, the political backwater of how the media influences public policy, politics and even law is unparalleled today. We need to learn from Havel’s historical example of what happens when we allow ourselves to become the greengrocer who unthinkingly parrots slogans that have neither any base in reason nor any resonance within our society. The repression of artists, poets, thinkers and politicians in the former Eastern bloc countries has been well documented. So too have the attempts to purge antagonistic articulations about gender from the “party line” been noted in recent years across various anglophone countries.

Now that the gender narrative is falling apart quickly, many of its proponents are running for cover skipping over to the very side they previously denounced as “wrong.” Of course, these individuals will happily prefer their slogans be forgotten, to have their tweets removed and their websites altered from public record. “All traces of totalitarian influence, dissidents confirm, define, adopt, and integrate the methods of totalitarianism within their own structure building their 'truth' on its negation,” Havel reminds us.

Let’s now remind these political actors of the dangers that occur when espousing ideological hogwash as human rights. More importantly, let us now learn from this lesson of this dangerous era of public tyranny and return to the drawing board to continue that discussion about historical materialism and its significance today

[homo-sex-shoe-whale]

when/how did you realize you were gay?

I've avoided answering this question properly ever since I started this blog, but I think it's about time I get yapping. Maybe if I tell my story it'll help someone.

It started when I was about 5-6 years old. I was watching TV in the living room while my mom was running various errands around the house. The 2008 gay pride parade was on the news, but I didn't know what being gay meant. So I asked my mom, and she told me. Afterwards, I thought to myself: "Hey... I wouldn't mind being with a girl." I didn't give the word "gay" a thought again for many years to come.

Throughout primary and early middle school, all the girls around me were developing crushes on boys. I thought my crush would come eventually, but it never did. When my classmates kept pestering me about who I 'liked', I just made up a crush on a random guy.

Then came junior high, and at around age 13 people were having their first kisses and getting into their first relationships. I felt like I was gonna get left behind, so I found the first guy who showed interest in me and chose him to be the first human I kissed. I got a very non-threatening vibe from this guy. One day while he and I were talking inside one of the classrooms at school, he just kissed me. I felt... nothing. I was hoping that I'd finally feel at least a little spark... but no. Absolutely nothing. I tried to kiss him again, thinking that maybe the second time would do it, but nothing again. But then, he wanted to kiss me with tongue. As soon as he mentioned this, something in me just fired. Like I absolutely could NOT let this happen. It's been few times in my life that a gut feeling gave me the cue to leave a place so strongly, but I immediately felt the need to RUN. I broke things off with him and funny enough, he was very respectful about it. Never approached me with romantic intent again. 

Not even a month later, a new milestone came. I was playing truth or dare with some friends and got dared to kiss a girl. I never met her before or saw her after that day. She and I went into a closet, and it just happened. It was very short and dispassionate, but for the first time, I felt something. I felt alive. It was something I had never felt before, especially compared to the nothingness I felt when kissing that guy. 

Naturally, I freaked out about that. I couldn't possibly be a LESBIAN. What if people around me got suspicious? That couldn't happen. So I found the nearest male to me who was willing to date and made him my boyfriend. I kissed him a few times and the same thing happened from the first time I kissed a guy- I felt nothing. The upside was that I had a bit of a crush on his twin sister, and could use my relationship with him to be near her. She and I were in different social circles and otherwise never hung out. Shortly after this boy and I started dating, their whole family moved to Thailand. I saw an opportunity- if I kept a long distance relationship with this guy, I could be safe from people suspecting I was a lesbian, but I didn't have to kiss him or anything like that. So we kept our relationship for about 8 months. However, I knew there was something wrong. I didn't think of myself as a lesbian necessarily, but I knew it wasn't right with this guy. Every time I even touched him, I had this horrible feeling in my chest. Like.. my heart felt cold. Not in a metaphorical way- my heart literally felt like it was freezing inside my chest. It was wrong and everything in me told me to get away, but I didn't. I stayed. 

Eventually, we both had enough with each other and peacefully broke it off. The relationship lasted about 10 months. I didn't care about his sister anymore and had moved on with my life. It felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders! After I was free from this relationship, I went through a period of self-reflection. Sincere, raw, self-reflection. I thought about all the signs since my childhood that pointed to me being attracted to women. I thought about my future and how I could only ever see myself marrying a woman. One day, I was sitting in the bathtub, when it all clicked. I literally said to myself: "Caralho, eu sou lésbica." (Fuck, I'm a lesbian). It was a TERRIFYING realisation. (When this happened I was 14, approaching my 15th birthday). I hoped that it wasn't true. I hoped my realisation was wrong and that I'd fall in love with a guy, but deep down I knew that wasn't gonna happen. I didn't like the word "lesbian" at first. I knew it was correct, but I wasn't comfortable with calling myself that. I scrubbed my skin with the rough end of my bath sponge until my skin went from medium beige to bright red, hoping it would somehow scrub the queer clean out of me. I dunked my head underwater in the bathtub for as long as I could hold my breath, hoping it would drown the gay out of me. But it never worked. It didn't make me any less of a queer. A dyke. A lesbian. It didn't make me straight, just made me hurt. 

Over the next 3 months, I grew increasingly comfortable with the word lesbian. I gave myself time to become familiar with it, eventually secure enough to tell my friends in December 2017-January 2018 (shortly after I turned 15) that I was indeed one. They were very supportive and accepted me for who I was. However, this wave of acceptance was incredibly short-lived. In late January 2018, my parents found out I was gay. My mom kept picking at it increasingly and only stopped when I admitted it. Then she told my dad. I wasn't ready... I had JUST came to terms with my sexuality. I was barely even comfortable with the word "lesbian." I wanted to come out on my own terms when the time was right... but it felt like my secret had been ripped right out of me. 

My parents were absolutely not supportive. My father almost left us, saying he could never have the same relationship with me again. It hurt so bad, because I'd always been much closer with my father. It's been well over a year and my relationship with him isn't restored to even a fraction of what it used to be yet. He was always the one I could trust, and I thought he loved me unconditionally. I thought I could rely on the love I had from my parents, those who brought me into this life. But I couldn't. 

My identity as a lesbian felt like it had taken a strong hit before I could even make it strong enough to take one.

It was the most broken I had ever felt. I felt neglected. Like the future I always dreamt of was forever out of my reach. Like I was unlovable. But there was something still in me... desire. The desire to do great and big things with my life someday. The desire to be loved. "I can't stop where I am right now," I thought, "I haven't done everything I want to do yet."

I didn't want to be old and look back on my teenage years as a time of self-hatred. 

I wanted someone to love me for all the things about me. The good, the bad, the ugliest parts of me... they're all me. But when I looked around, no one was prepared to love me like that. Sure, I had friends, but I wanted more than what they could offer me at that point in time. If I wanted to be loved like that, I would have to do it myself. I would have to love myself deeply and unconditionally, because no one around me was going to. And I'm a Slytherin, so when I have a goal to work towards, you bet your ass I'll deliver. 

That's what I worked towards for the next few months. I don't know exactly how I did it, but it was just about being kind towards myself. Appreciating the things about me that deserved to be appreciated. Being proud of the things I've overcome. Realising the great potential I have to the future. 

Today, I've reached a point where I'm finally at peace with being a lesbian. I don't care anymore whether my parents accept me or not, because I give myself the love they don't. It's a healed wound now and I don't pay them any mind. My sexuality is as natural to me as the colour of the hair that grows off the top of my head and the colour of my eyes. 

I've finally found my peace. It took a while, but this time, I finally got it right. 

[miracleboiz]

Making a Home Ch. 7

Kita Shinsuke had experienced a lot in life. He had been raised with his grandmother, a loving foster parent and for some time he followed in her foot steps before finding his own path. He thought his foster care license had expired before getting a call at three am with two small boys thrust into his arms. Miya Osamu and Atsumu, from broken homes but still fighting. Thirty days before his license expires. Thirty days to make a choice, keep the boys or let them be separated into different homes. Thirty days to fall in love with them.

Words: 4k

Relationships: Gen

Warnings: Mention of past child abuse, non-graphic abuse

Not from Kita, but it is mentioned. I will post any warnings before any panic attacks or vague descriptions of abuse.

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Shinsuke was just finishing the last of the dumplings as the doorbell rang. Osamu looked up with confusion, hair now dusted with flour.

“Akagi? Can you go see who that is? It’s probably Oomimi.” Shinsuke called, turning to wash his hands off in the sink and help Osamu copy him. “Aran, Atsumu can you set up the table? I already have the pot on the table.”

Aran paused the game and tossed Atsumu an easy grin, putting the controllers on the coffee table. He stood as Akagi skipped towards the front door with a cheer and led Atsumu into the kitchen.

“ ‘Mimi!” Akagi screamed and there was the sound of someone falling against the door quickly followed by a soft greeting.

Osamu and Atsumu both froze, staring at the doorway until Oomimi walked in with Akagi holding tightly to his back. Akagi waved at the staring group before tightening his hold on the suffering social worker.

“.... Here you are Atsumu.” Shinsuke said, turning away from Akagi to pass the plates of thin meat slices to him. Aran snagged the bowl of dumplings and some sauces before leading the way over to the table and starting to place them within arms reach for all of them.

A soft tugging on Shinsuke’s shirt revealed Osamu blinking up at him.

“Can I help too?” He asked, nearly bouncing when Shinsuke grabbed another sauce and offered it to him. “Thank you Shinsuke-san!”

“I’m assuming everything is going well then.” Oomimi said in his slow voice as he carefully closed the front door and made his way to the kitchen without removing his newly attached mushroom.

“They’re good kids, they’ve just had it a little rough.” Shinsuke nodded, glancing over at the two trying to get the cushions out again. Aran had stepped up behind them to grab some himself and had somehow managed to knock them all over and he was currently on the floor.

“Aran-kun died!” Atsumu called helpfully when he saw Shinsuke looking. He was quickly knocked on the ground himself as Osamu pulled a cushion off of Aran and slammed it into his brother.

“ ‘Tsumu died!” Osamu cheered, squealing as Atsumu scrambled to his feet and tackled him. They fell to the ground, laughing and shoving at each other as Aran slowly sat up.

“Dead people don’t move.” Akagi yelled from Oomimi’s back, happily clinging on with his legs as Oomimi tried to dislodge him for a moment. “Woah now! What if I died? Then where would my new nephews be? Huh ‘Mimi? What’s wrong with you?”

Oomimi didn’t bother to respond, carefully bowing to Shinsuke in apology before lifting up his grocery bag.

“I brought the vegetables.” Oomimi murmured as Shinsuke took the bag before grabbing a knife.

Shinsuke didn’t bother to look over at the boys again as he started to slice the fresh ingredients. It was Aran looking after them after all, if he couldn’t be trusted then none of them could.

Shinsuke finally brought the last plate over as the sun was starting to drop beneath the horizon, the last remnants of the early morning snow still glowing slightly as they stopped melting. Oomimi had finally rid himself of the parasite and had put Akagi down at one end of the table before taking his usual spot beside Kita on the other end of the table. Normally Aran took the other side but today they had their guests who squeezed themselves into the space between their newly acquired Oji-san and Shinsuke-san. Aran, instead, was forced to take the position to keep Akagi from harassing Oomimi.

“Aran…. Aran… Aran just lean back a little, I can see the edge of ‘Mimi’s shirt.” Akagi stage whispered and Aran let out a long suffering sigh.

Shinsuke turned his head down to hide a smile that was trying it’s best to escape as Akagi started sliding his hand over a tired looking Aran. He checked the pot, making sure it was boiling before leaning back and turning to the twins.

“What would you like to eat first?” Shinsuke asked the boys, offering the lid to Oomimi who was quietly filling up his side with noodles and tofu to cook..

“Noodles!”

“Rice!”

“Osamu, you have a bowl of rice in front of you dear. If you boil it it will just get soggy, would you like some noodles as well?” Shinsuke asked as Osamu’s lips drooped slightly. He looked up at the offer, hesitating before slowly nodding and Shinsuke grabbed both of their shares and dropped them in.

“You can add things on top of the rice or we can pour some of the broth over it if you like,” Shinsuke hummed as Osamu perked up and started to dig a small hole into his rice, “now, if you two want to drop a few things in you can.”

Atsumu went directly for the meat dropping in the thin slices of beef with near wild abandon and Oomimi quietly pushed the meat back over to Atsumu side. The child hesitated before snagging two pieces of salmon and stared the pot down as he lowered it down over his own noodles and looked up at Oomimi for approval.

Oomimi smiled and nodded, blinking in surprise when Atsumu seemed to brighten as he fell back with a vibrant smile. He nudged Shinsuke and tilted his head curiously, before he caught a drifting piece of tofu and saved it.

“They’re still recovering, I don’t know the last time they had kind human interaction so they’re just trying to make you happy. I told you, they’re good kids, they’ve just had a hard time.” Shinsuke said softly, watching Osamu lean half over the table to lay his own few slices of beef down.

“ ‘Samu watch out-” Atsumu nearly shouted as Osamu lost his balance and his hand fell on the corner of the sauce plate, splashing it up and over the table.Osamu gasped and dropped the beef into the pot with a splash as he jerked back.

“It was my fault,” The words were out of Atsumu’s mouth before he even realized, arm protectively spread in front of his brother. If anyone was going to be punished, Atsumu thought, he was going to take it.

“Atsumu,” Shinsuke said softly, heart aching at the obvious fear in both of their eyes.

“P-please don’t hurt him, it was me.” Osamu tried to insist, pushing his brother’s arm down.

“Little one, nobody is going to be hurt,” Shinsuke said as he stood, quickly making his way to the kitchen and grabbing a few wet cloths before returning and passing one to Akagi who started to mop up the table.

Atsumu and Osamu watched him like cornered animals, their hands finding each other immediately. Even after all day, they still reverted to their terrified mindset after an accident.

It’s still only day one, Shinsuke reminded himself, we have a long time to help.

“Let me see your hand, Osamu.” Shinsuke said, moving to kneel beside him and holding out his hand for him. Slowly, ever so carefully, Osamu lifted his hand and let Shinsuke take it by his wrist.

“You’re not in trouble, Osamu. It was just an accident,” Shinsuke promised as he ran the wet cloth over his damp hand, “I promise you’re not in trouble. It’s just soy sauce, we can get some more, can’t we Aran?”

“It’s okay,” Aran agreed, moving slowly to his feet and scooping up the dish. He disappeared into the kitchen as Shinsuke finished cleaning off Osamu’s hand and checked it over.

“Well you’re not hurt, so there’s no need for tears right?” Shinsuke said slowly, not sure if the tears were from fear or relief at this point.

Osamu choked out a yes, reaching up to scrub at his eyes. He took a shuddering breath, looking down as Shinsuke finally moved away from him to check on Atsumu. Shinsuke paused for a moment wondering if he should say something before letting the matter drop as he moved to his seat again.

“You can put more in the pot,” Akagi tried to encourage him as Aran returned with the now refilled dish and placed it back in its old spot. Osamu looked up for a second before shaking his head, still shaken.

“Would you like one of us to put things in for you?” Oomimi asked softly, inclining his head slightly at Osamu’s look of confusion. “I don’t mind, I have a few more dishes over here. Do you like carrots?”

Osamu nodded slowly and Oomimi carefully scooped up a few pieces before dropping them in. They went carefully over each item, Osamu nodding or shaking his head with each item and letting Oomimi lay it into the pot to cook.

Atsumu moved to add his own before he sank back down, hand still firmly clutched in Osamu’s. Aran noticed and spoke up before Shinsuke could.

“Would you like dumplings?” He offered, holding one up with a soft smile on his face. Atsumu hesitated, glancing at Shinsuke and then Akagi before he slowly nodded and let it add to his pile.

“What about any vegetables?” Aran asked when Atsumu shook his head at each of the offered pieces. Atsumu’s lips curled in a disgusted frown and Shinsuke had to fight back the urge to laugh in case he startled the child.

“Do you not like them?” Aran asked carefully, eyes on the child when Atsumu flinched.

“I’ll… eat anything you give me…” Atsumu said slowly and the adults frowned, glancing at each other.

“Atsumu, if you really don’t like them we won’t force you to eat them. We just have to find some vegetables you will eat, so you don’t get sick.” Aran explained but Atsumu just shrugged. Perhaps it was that explaining how vegetables worked didn’t quite matter to a six year old, or perhaps Atsumu was still trying to be as obedient as he could.

“I’ll eat them for you.” Osamu tried to whisper, shying away from the glance Akagi gave him.

“It’s okay… I’ll eat them…” Atsumu insisted, turning to Aran. “Please put them in.”

Aran paused, glancing at Shinsuke. Shinsuke could see the question in his eyes, this wasn’t Aran’s child or duty but he still had an idea. Slowly he nodded, staying quiet until he was needed. It was good for the boys to know they had more than just their parent to rely on.

“When I was little, I didn’t like vegetables either. They were so soft and mushy when my parents cooked them that it just made them gross.” Aran said as he watched Atsumu’s eyes widen slightly before they looked away again.

“They’re… they…” Atsumu started, glancing up at Shinsuke.

“You can tell us anything Atsumu, you won’t be in trouble for explaining yourself.” Shinsuke reached out to him slowly and, when Atsumu didn’t flinch away, he brushed away the hair falling into his eyes until it was parted opposite his brothers. Atsumu blinked up at him and then nodded, turning back to Aran as the hand slipped out of his hair.

“It… gets… stuck…” Atsumu explained, reaching up to touch his throat. “And it’s all soft and feels bad on my tongue… I don’t like them.”

“Have you ever eaten them raw?” Aran asked, snagging a piece of broccoli from the small dish. Atsumu blinked at him, head slowly tilting to the side like a dog’s.

“You… can eat them without cooking them? I’ve… had carrots but they just taste weird.” Atsumu asked, glancing around the table with confusion as Shinsuke started to pull his and his brother’s noodles from the pot and dish them up.

Shinsuke nodded to his question, carefully spooning Osamu’s vegetables into his rice hole. He checked on their dumplings before laying them on the side of Atsumu’s plate and turned to look at Aran who was cutting into the broccoli.

“Yep, though I can’t blame you about carrots, sometimes they’re sweet and then sometimes they’re dry so I don’t like carrots either. I do like tomatoes a lot though when they’re all chopped, or cucumbers. Potatoes too.” Aran said, slicing off the head of the broccoli and holding up just the green stick. He leaned over to offer it to Atsumu.

“Try it like this, and if you still don’t like it then we can try and find something else. I’m sure your dad- I’m sure Shinsuke wouldn’t mind. He likes cooking new things.”

Shinsuke tried to pretend that his heart hadn’t skipped more than a few beats at the comment. He tried to silence it, reminding himself that he wasn’t actually their father, just a temporary guardian. Yet as he looked around his dinner table, with Akagi happily dunking his dumplings into the pot and covering it with pork, Oomimi quietly taking bites only to hiss at the heat and do it again, Aran looking so gentle and endeared with the children, and both of the twins staring at the uncooked piece with absolute fascination, he found that it was a new feeling of home that he never wanted to give up.

Atsumu reached up with his own chopsticks to snag it. He stared at it for a minute, watching like it might strike him, before he finally popped it in his own mouth and chewed it.

There was silence as they all watched and Shinsuke was starting to feel bad making Atsumu the center of attention when Atsumu’s frown twisted into a smile instead. He looked up at Aran, eyes sparkling like he’d found the truth in the world.

“That wasn’t super gross!” Atsumu chirped happily. “Can I have some more like that please?”

“Oh, can… can I try too Aran-kun?” Osamu asked, gasping when Aran nodded and pulled more broccoli onto his plate to chop the heads off.

Oomimi watched for a moment before his and Akagi’s chopsticks both flashed and snagged the heads. Aran gasped dramatically, smacking Akagi’s chopsticks away as they went in for another bite only to lose two pieces to Oomimi.

“You guys are terrible bullies.” Aran snapped without fire and the twins laughed quietly at the scandalized look on Akagi’s face.

“I am not a bully, I am an angel that has been gifted to you from the gods themselves, all the gods. Every single one of them, including Kita!” Akagi argued back, whining when he was denied another broccoli head. Aran popped them in his mouth and then the hot pot before passing the now headless pieces to Oomimi to give to Shinsuke who quickly split them up between the two boys.

Shinsuke sighed and shook his head as he started to cook his own meal, keeping an eye on the twins as they started to eat. Atsumu didn’t seem to mind the vegetables at all just like he’d said, though Osamu was quick to pass the raw broccoli over in favor of his soft carrots.

As dinner passed, the boys started to relax again. Quietly laughing as Akagi regaled them with stories of wild adventures out of the country.

“So I’m sitting there in Australia right? And there’s this huge spider like… the size of your head,” Akagi was saying as he popped another dumpling in his mouth as the boys listened completely enraptured. “And I’m like thinking it’s going to eat me and the dude next to me just goes ‘Eh? What’re you doin? Get out of here, this isn’t a hotel for ya’ to the spider and the spider just stares at us and I’m sure I’m going to be gobbled up until the spider turns and runs down the street. Scariest moment of my life.”

Atsumu was nearly pressed against Shinsuke’s leg by the end of it, hand clutching Shinsuke’s wrist like he was afraid Shinsuke was going to leave him alone with the spiders. Osamu, on the other hand, was chowing down on the dumplings while completely entranced in the different stories.

“Shinsuke-san… I never want to see a spider again.” Atsumu whispered and Shinsuke reached up to pat his hair. He gently stroked the thick strands as Akagi started another story about bees.

“Okay okay, enough of the bug stories. It’s very late and we still have to get baths in.” Shinsuke said as Atsumu squeaked and rolled completely into his lap to hide from the story. Osamu whined, though when he saw his brother he stopped and crawled over to pat his back.

“I won’t let the bugs get you.” Osamu said soothingly, smiling when Atsumu’s head peaked over his shoulder to glare at him.

“You can’t stop a bug that could eat Oji-san.” Atsumu snapped, shivering and moving back to his hiding spot as Osamu gasped.

“I could too!”

“Enough you two, come on boys. Let’s go get a bath and if you’re still awake maybe your… Oji-san can pick out a movie before bed.” Shinsuke said, gently patting the boys’ backs until they were standing. Osamu was already yawning so he doubted they would get further than the actual bath.

“Aww, but I wanted Aran-kun to introduce them to volleyball.” Akagi whined, ignoring Aran’s confused look.

“What’s volleyball?” Osamu asked as he slipped over to the table again. Though Shinsuke wasn’t sure if he was hoping for another story or more rice and dumplings.

“It’s only the greatest game ever invented, that all your Oji-sans and your dad- Shinsuke-san played in high school.” Akagi said, already sitting up to explain more before Aran reached over and covered his mouth. He pointed to Shinsuke who was watching him with a half glare and Akagi wilted slightly.

“I’ll show you boys later, okay? Maybe I can teach you a few things while Shinsuke-kun is working or after school okay?” Aran said, letting his hand drop after a moment. His lips pursed and he turned to wipe the drool back onto the culprit’s shirt.

“You’re a twelve year old.”

“I’m your favorite twelve year old, right ‘Mimi?” Akagi chirped while Oomimi turned tired eyes on Shinsuke.

“Save me.” Oomimi said and Shinsuke rolled his eyes. They were all twelve year olds, that's why they all got along so well.

“I’m getting the boys clean, you three clean up.” Shinsuke said, careful not to leave any room for negotiation as he made his way to the wet room. He turned to the two, sighing at the sight of Osamu’s hair finally starting to wilt.

“Okay, we’re just going to take a quick bath after the shower okay? Are you okay if I stay in here?” Shinsuke asked and the twins glanced at each other. They seemed to be talking to each other and Osamu groaned before turning and nodding.

“Yes sir… But ya gotta make sure Atsumu washes his feet! He has gross feet!” Osamu insisted, turning his head away when Atsumu gasped and shoved him.

“You have stinky breath! Stinky breath baby!” Atsumu chanted until Shinsuke hushed them, reaching down to seperate them.

“Enough you two. We’ll scrub our feet and brush our teeth.” How on earth they managed to start a fight over a bath, Shinsuke had no idea. It was honestly almost impressive.

He turned and started to fill up the tub, ordering the twins to strip when another sound came from the doorway. Shinsuke looked up at the sound of plastic rustling to find Akagi holding a bag.

“I bought some bath supplies.” Akagi explained, passing the bag over with a smile at the twins.

Shinsuke opened it and sighed. Shampoo and conditioner were fine but… bubble bath and bath crayons were going to be the death of him. Before he had the chance to hide them away, the twins had already stepped over.

“Oh! Oh! We can have a bubble bath?” Atsumu gasped, turning to Akagi and bowing before he nearly fell on his face from the pants around his ankles. Shinsuke’s arm shot out and caught him, reaching down to tug the pants out from around his feet.

“Sorry Shinsuke-san. Thank you Oji-san!” Atsumu chirped, looking far too vibrant for so late at night. Yet Shinsuke couldn’t say no to that face.

“Alright, we can have a bubble bath, but only once we’re clean…” Shinsuke said, lips twitching at the cheers that rose up from both of the boys. He snagged their clothes, passing them to Akagi.

“Toss these in the boys’ hamper and bring some dry pajamas and leave them next to the towels okay?” Shinsuke passed them over, rolling his eyes at Akagi’s salute.

It wasn’t long before the water was at a decent temperature and the boys moved to sit on the stool under the shower head while Shinsuke turned the bath off and covered it to keep the heat. The shower itself was quick, though it took the combined efforts of Shinsuke and Atsumu to finally get rid of the last of the hair gel.

The boys were soaked and bouncing, accidentally spraying Shinsuke a few times with the water that slipped off their skin, though he didn’t care much. He shuffled them into the bath, pouring in the bubble bath and stirring it until it was completely covered in white clouds.

The twins squealed with delight, smacking at the bubbles quite cheerily. Shinsuke passed over the bath crayons with a vague sense of terror before allowing himself to relax. Whatever happened would happen.

Atsumu was currently drawing the world’s fattest rabbit as Osamu did his best to detail what looked like a pill bug on a piece of paper. Shinsuke settled beside the tub, keeping an eye on them.

“Tomorrow’s probably not going to be as much fun as today.” He said slowly, watching them glance at him before they went back to their drawings. “I have to go to work, but you’re more than welcome to join me or stay with Akagi at home. And you will be starting school next week.”

“Do we have to stay home?” Atsumu asked, adding a tail and then scribbling his own name between it’s ears. “Can we visit the bakery? They have muffins and a little boy just like us!”

“Actually they have three.” Shinsuke said, watching both of them look up excitedly. His heart cracked slightly at their hopeful gazes. They had been pulled away from their last school and now had no friends or a way to contact the old ones, it was probably exciting to know they lived right across from some who might want to be their friends.

“And yes, if you wish you can visit the bakery. But only with me or Akagi until you know the street a little more and the owners can recognize you, okay?”

“Yes Shinsuke-san.” The twins chirped together and Shinsuke watched Osamu glance at Atsumu’s characters before scribbling his brother's name and drawing an arrow to the bug.

“Atsumu’s a bug!” Osamu said with a smirk only to yelp as his brother splashed him and the bug started to melt off the wall. “My bug! Atsumu you bully! Shinsuke-san.”

Shinsuke sighed internally, though he felt incredibly fond of the two already. He never really understood the desire to antagonize one’s fellow child. Even when he was a kid and he met the new foster children his grandmother brought in, he much preferred to get along with them. Perhaps though, it was a way of pushing boundaries because the two clearly loved each other more than anything.

“Atsumu, don’t erase his work. Osamu, you know Atsumu doesn’t like bugs so don’t tease him about it- why are you staring at me?” Shinsuke blinked at the two of them, leaning back as they lifted their markers.

“Shinsuke-san.” Osamu said slowly.

“Yes?”

“Can we draw something on you?” Atsumu continued, making swirls in the air.

Shinsuke froze, taking in the wide eyes that fluttered with innocence. There was absolutely no way in hell he was letting two six years olds draw on his face. He had principles, a reputation, a-

“Sure.” A giant weakness for the sweetest two boys he’s ever met that were already chipping at his heart.

“Do not say a word.” Shinsuke said when he exited the wet room, two half asleep boys in fresh pajamas holding onto his legs. Aran had come to say something, only to freeze halfway down the hall.

His lips were pursed, clearly trying not to burst into laughter but soft snickers were escaping anyways. He turned, a snort echoing down the hall before calling for Oomimi.

“What is it-Oh my god, JoJo’s Circus is here.” Oomimi dead panned, quietly lifting up his phone and snapping three photos. Shinsuke closed his eyes, trying not to let the exhaustion win.

“Come on boys, time for bed.” He said, patting down their mostly dry hair.

“But… you said we would get to watch a movie…” Osamu insisted, only to yawn into his fist.

“Osamu, if you watch a movie now you’re going to fall asleep in it. Let's wait until tomorrow okay? Oji-san will still be here.” Shinsuke soothed, bending down to scoop him up into his arms as he led Atsumu down the hall.

“Oji-san is here-” Akagi said, popping his head out of the kitchen only to freeze at the sight of Shinsuke. “Oji-san is gone, I repeat Oji-san has been killed.”

The howl of laughter made Atsumu jump before he was stumbling trying to keep up with Shinsuke’s longer legs. Shinsuke paused to grab him but Aran stepped forward instead.

“Mind if I carry you to bed?” He asked and Atsumu shook his head, toddling forward to wrap his arms around Aran’s neck. Shinsuke watched as Aran’s face twisted in shock before melting into a look of complete adoration and affection as he scooped the child up.

Together they carried the twins to the bedroom, Osamu was already dead asleep by the time he was being laid down. He whined when Shinsuke pulled his arms from around his neck before he curled against the pillow.

Atsumu sat up though, yawning and rubbing at his eyes. He squinted at the two adults in the room, like he was trying to recognize them.

“What about… Ki-chan?” He asked and Shinsuke tilted his head at him until Atsumu patted the espeon beside his bed. “Osamu’s… sleeping buddy.”

“Oh his fox… Aran, it’s on the couch under the blanket, fetch it for me?” Shinsuke asked, waiting for him to leave before moving to Atsumu’s side. He stroked through his hair as he sat on the edge of his bed, watching his face relax and droop closer to sleep.

“Atsumu. Let me know if you need anything okay? You remember where my room is?” Shinsuke asked, nodding when Atsumu mumbled out the directions. Aran slipped in quietly, nodding to Shinsuke as he pressed the fox into Osamu’s arms and moved back out.

“Good… Get some rest, little one. I’ll see you in the morning.” Shinsuke murmured, though he was sure Atsumu was already asleep as he stood up and walked out.

“Normally I’d insist on talking with you like we usually do… But I think you just need a nap.” Oomimi said lightly, putting away the last of the now dry dishes. He tilted his head towards the couch where Akagi had put on a movie of some sort.

“Will you be going to bed or joining us?” Aran asked and Shinsuke wanted to decline, shake his head and smile before heading to bed. Stronger than that however, was the loneliness that had crept into his chest at the idea of his house falling silent again and it had only been a day.

“I’ll join you.” Shinsuke murmured, allowing himself to be pulled along. He was settled in between Akagi and Aran, Oomimi having stolen the large armchair for himself.

Later, Shinsuke couldn’t tell you what movie it was or what happened. He just remembered falling to his side and a warm body tucking him closer while someone else leaned on his other. Then waking up again slightly to someone carrying him to his bed, murmuring a goodnight before it was all dark again. He woke up at three am to his shirt smelling strangely of a familiar deodorant and the scent of spray on pain reliever like his old volleyball days. When he drifted off again, he couldn’t help but notice the smile that wouldn’t leave his lips.

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Finding Finley / Chapter Three

“Oh Finley, when was the last time you seriously dated someone? You’re almost 24, I’m just trying to jump start something!”

“Wow, I didn’t know being 23 and single is a crime now.”

For Finley O'Connor, love comes second, much to her mother’s dismay. For Harry Styles, life couldn’t revolve without love. When the pair are set up on a blind date, they make a pact to help each other get the thing that is apparently missing from their lives. But how long will it take for them to realise what truly is missing?

A story about being 23, blind dates, and finding who you truly are.

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Chapter Three: The Friend Request

Saturday mornings were my favourite. It was my one of my only chances of being completely alone in my flat and therefore one of my only chances of solitude. So, despite the fact that I rolled into bed in a drunken state not long after midnight after walking home from the station, I still forced my tired self out of bed when my alarm chirped at 7am.

In theory, having a flatmate seems like an awesome idea. You have someone to split rent and bills costs, someone to help with the household chores, someone to come home to. In practice, however, it's not so simple. Alice was my flatmate, and calling her intense would be putting it lightly. I found her advertisement for a flatmate in the local paper and on a whim decided to follow up on it. The flat was great, good location and spacious. I signed on to the one year lease with her almost immediately. This is something I would come to regret in the following weeks.

Alice was a clean freak. A no-food-in-the-bedroom, no-drinks-without-a-coaster, no-items-in-the-cupboard-without-a-label type of clean freak. And while it was endearing at first, five months later and I was almost always on edge when I was at home. One thing out of place, and Alice would be shooting me daggers and making my life all that much crappier for the rest of the week. So, that's why I came to cherish Saturday mornings. Alice always worked the Saturday morning shift at one of the local cafés so that meant I had until 12pm to relax around the flat before going to hole myself up in my room for the rest of the week, the only relatively Alice-free zone.

I shuffled into the immaculately clean kitchen and grabbed the loaf of sliced bread from the freezer (labelled WHOLEGRAIN, EXP: 18 SEP 2017) and threw two pieces into the toaster before boiling some water. A good cup of tea would immediately scrub the hazy state my mind was currently in. Whilst I wasn't hungover, the shots last night meant I woke up with a small ache in the back of my head. The lack of sleep probably didn't help either.

Once my tea was sufficiently brewed and my toast coated in peanut butter (EXP: 11 JAN 2018), I settled myself on the lounge and pulled up my laptop. The real reason I loved Saturday mornings so much was that it was one of my only peaceful, distraction-free times to write. Script writing to be specific. It started as a topic of interest when I began to expand my film watching horizons as a teen, and three elective classes at uni later had me hooked. I was completely enamoured with the fact that every great movie started with a great script. Whilst it was just a hobby, I couldn't help but love crafting and blocking out scenes of my wildest imaginations. And whilst writing had become an important part of my life, I preferred to keep my hobby on the down low. This made those few hours of being home alone all that more precious. These past few weeks I had been re-working my own version of How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days. After spending a lonely Friday night watching it on Netflix I was struck with inspiration and decided to take the characters into my own hands.

Whilst munching on my toast, I clicked through and deleted any unimportant emails, checked my iMessage as I couldn't be bothered getting my phone from my bedside table and logged onto Facebook. I made it a point to check my social media, mainly as my mum insisted on tagging me in as many posts as possible and if I didn't promptly reply I would have a phone call from her asking why I was ignoring her.

This morning there was only 2 notifications. And, to my surprise, a friend request. I clicked on the illuminated red (1) and audibly laughed when I saw who it was. Harry Styles. I pressed accept without hesitation, and against better judgement, clicked onto his profile.

I caught myself smiling as his full profile loaded up. His profile picture featured him grinning cheekily at the camera, his arm thrown around a boy with blonde hair who was gripping a pint of beer. I scrolled down his page, various photos and posts littering his wall. I saw the same three or four faces cropping up with Harry, it definitely looked like he had a close knit group of friends.

I had scrolled all the way back to 2014 when I saw a picture of Harry with a girl. A quick glance at who was tagged confirmed that it was Isabel. Gorgeous was an understatement. Her hair, a light shade of brown with a perfect amount of golden highlights, was cascading down over one of her shoulders. She was wearing a simple red dress, but on her it looked tailor made. It was a candid shot, both of them looking into each others eyes with their faces split into laughing grins. You could feel the love radiating from them both just from looking at the photo. It was almost hard to believe that two years later they would be broken up.

I was just about to close the tab when a message box popped up at the bottom of the page. I almost spilt my tea when I saw who it was, like he knew I had just spent the past 20 minutes thoroughly combing through his Facebook profile.

Harry Styles: well hello there, early riser

I chuckled to myself, my fingers hovering over the keys as I formulated a response.

Finley O'Connor: hello stranger. same can be said to you, i'm surprised you are awake after all those shots

Harry Styles: you may be shocked to hear that i can actually handle my alcohol

Harry Styles: i was almost afraid you weren't going to accept my friend request

Finley O'Connor: i'll be honest, i almost didn't accept based on the fact that you had already found my profile without me even telling you my full name last night. stalker abilities on point?

Harry Styles: hahahaha

Harry Styles: i will also be honest, i knew your last name before we even met last night. your aunty basically gave my mum your birth certificate lol

Harry Styles: i also may have stalked you on fb before last night. felt like i shouldnt add you until i met you though, didn't want to be a creep

Finley O'Connor: ah, so that's how you knew who i was when i walked in last night. creep status has definitely achieved

Harry Styles: oh don't act like you havent just been stalking my profile

Harry Styles: i know i have on yours. did you enjoy tea at the langham last month?

I laughed. At least I felt a little better about my shameless Facebook stalking.

Finley O'Connor: omg

Finley O'Connor: how do i block people on facebook???

Finley O'Connor: just kidding. i scrolled back to 2014 so beat that

I decided to move from the lounge to my favourite writing spot, the dining table. At this time of the morning, the sun was always at the perfect angle to warm my back as I typed away. I settled into the chair, opening up the Word Doc containing my work in progress. Before I could type a word though, the Facebook message tone blipped.

Harry Styles: find anything interesting?

I contemplated for a moment whether I should mention the Isabel photo. Considering how candid Harry ended up being about his relationship last night, I figured it wasn't unapproachable territory.

Finley O'Connor: yes, actually. an old photo of you and isabel

I stared expectantly at the small chat box, waiting for the dots to appear to signify he was responding. The seconds ticked by and I began chewing my lip. Perhaps a wrong move? I clicked back to my half written script, trying not to fixate on something so small. However, when the message tone pinged again a couple minutes later, I scrambled to click back to the page.

Harry Styles: yeah there's still a few photos scattered through there, ones she hasn't deleted yet anyways

I didn't know how to respond. I could sense it was still a touchy subject, not that I blamed him. But, he ended up responding for me.

Harry Styles: speaking of....

Harry Styles: we're you serious about what you suggested last night? i know we were both a little tipsy...

I raised my eyebrows. I had forgotten about the drunken pact we had made on the Croydon platform late last night. I actually had some second-hand embarrassment from the idea I had hatched, why did I even think it was a good idea?

Finley O'Connor: oh that pact thing? we don't actually have to do that lol. just a bit of a laugh you know

Harry Styles: what?? no i already have someone in mind to set you up with

Now it was my turn to delay a response. Was he being serious? Was this something I should actually involve myself into? I mean, I had met Harry once and all of the sudden I'm supposed to trust his taste in men for me? And on top of that, he's supposed to trust me to help him win back his ex-girlfriend? I was half-wishing I could've just kept my drunken mouth shut last night.

Harry Styles: hello?? fin?????

Finley O'Connor: i mean.... if you're really serious about it, then sure

I hoped I wasn't going to live to regret this.

Harry Styles: brilliant

Harry Styles: wanna grab a coffee? discuss logistics??

My eyes flickered over to the time displayed in the top left hand corner of my laptop. It had just ticked past 8am, meaning I had 4 hours of non-Alice time ahead of me. Coffee would cut into that. I sighed as I clicked back over to my half-written script, my eyes skimming over the last few lines I had typed out. I guess I could miss my writing session for one week.

Finley O'Connor: have somewhere in mind?

apologies for a short chapter, i decided to split it up, hopefully this wasn’t too boring for you?? let me know your thoughts! thanks for reading :)

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Checklist: Is your Home Ready for Coronavirus?

As more information about the coronavirus pandemic develops, some of the information in this article may have changed. For the most up-to-date information on COVID-19, please visit the online resources provided by the CDC, and your local public health department.  

What you need to know:  

In 2019, a new coronavirus, which causes the disease now known as COVID-19, was detected in Wuhan City, China. Today, the virus is spreading throughout the globe, including the United States. The Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC) is taking aggressive public health measures to help protect the health of Americans and assist international partners.

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Food: 

It’s recommended that you have enough non-perishable food on hand to carry you through at least two weeks: 

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·  Dehydrated foods (like this 24-serving bucket good for 30 years)

·  Snacks (chips, crackers, nuts)

Drinks: 

Water is the most important, but other hydrating beverages are good, too. A two-week supply is recommended for your homes during a quarantine.

·  Water (one gallon per person per day)

·  Water filters (backup if you run out of bottles)

·  Hydrating drinks

Hygiene: 

Good hygiene, particularly regular and thorough hand washing, is one of the best ways to protect yourself from coronavirus, or just plain old cold or flu, according to the CDC. Make sure you’re well-stocked on these items in case of a quarantine:

·  Antibacterial soap

·  Hand Sanitizer with a high alcohol content

·  Toilet paper

·  Tissues

·  Disinfecting wipes

·  Feminine care products

·  Laundry detergent

Medicines: 

It’s important to have an adequate supply of any daily or prescription medications you take in the event of a pandemic. In addition, it’s a good idea to have supplies of the following:

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First Aid Kit:

If you have a baby: If you have a little one at home, the good news is that children seem to be less vulnerable to COVID-19 than adults. But if you’re stuck at home in a quarantine, your baby is most likely going to be stuck there with you. Prepare the following: 

·  Bottles

·  Formula

·  Baby food

·  Diapers

Pets:

Your pet is going to be at home with you, too, and if businesses are closed and communities are quarantined, you’re going to want to have enough pet products to care for them, too. Prepare the following: 

·  Pet food

·  Cat litter

Gears:

Now we come to the question of face masks. Should you wear them? Experts offer a mixed response. The CDC doesn’t recommend them for disease prevention. However, if you are sick, face masks, such as the N95 respirator mask, can help prevent people approximately you from contracting the disease. Do note that face masks are starting to go out of stock and become expensive. Consider other preventative options.   

If you get sick:

·  Call a doctor - You don’t need to rush to the hospital or/and urgent care facility right away. In fact, most coronavirus cases are mild. But call your primary care physicians. They may be able to help you over the phone. If you believe you are having a medical emergency, dial 911.

·  Work from home.

·  Don’t share with others.

·  Separate yourself from other people you live with.

·  Do wear a face mask - As previously mentioned, while masks are not effective for protecting you from the disease, once you have it, they can help protect those around you.

·  Wash doorknobs, light switches, toilet seats, countertops and other high-touch surfaces daily.

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