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Howdy folks, the Senate will be considering the first ever resolution blocking arms to Israel. This is huge and historic; it would block government contracting and about $20 billion in arms and support. This is an uphill battle, PLEASE urge your senators to support S.J.Res114-115. This is maybe the most important piece of legislation relating to Palestine that we have ever gotten and we must seize this opportunity.

This doc has information on the resolutions and their process, as well as sample messages and a phone script you can use. Please, use this moment to hear witness for your neighbors.

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Hiya,

Hope you're having a great day, just wanted to ask if you were okay w writing another River x Sid fic. I loooooved your last one but there aren't many for this pair even though they have sm chemistry.

Set after they get together and both back working at the park, jealous!River (BC I'm a sucker for possessive men) thinks one of their colleagues are a bit too close/friendly. Sid notices and thinks it's hilarious and adorable so she spends the day rieling him up as he alternates between silently fuming and interrupting them despite being busy busy busy w errands from 2nd desk ( Diana T) who (along w the rest of the office) think this is the most entertaining thing they'll see in a while so mik it for all they can

Ends w Sid reassuring (and teasing) him and everyone else at the Hub watch as puppy boy bounces back and they're all shaking their head in disbelief

It's probabs too specific so feel free to take liberties wherever (pls no smut tho)

IK THIS IS SO LONG BUT IM STARVED FOR CONTENT

But if you don't want to or no longer do this pair then pls tag me and lmk and sorry for rambling

Tysm ❤️❤️

I have been obsessed with this prompt. I don't really ship Sid and River as I see them more as friends but I cannot deny the chemistry. And I cannot turn down jealous or dark River requests.

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River Cartwright was not sulking.

Sure, his arms were crossed, his lips pressed into a thin line, and his gaze was laser-focused on the far corner of the Hub, but sulking? That was beneath him. Or so he told himself. And yet, River Cartwright’s patience was undeniably wearing thin.

From his cramped workspace in the corner of the MI5 Hub, he had an excellent view of Sidonie Baker standing by the coffee station. Normally, that view would brighten his otherwise dreary day, but today it was accompanied by a gnawing irritation. The source of his ire? One overly enthusiastic Tom Price, a fellow officer from the Political Monitoring Unit, who seemed far too interested in whatever Sid was saying.

River didn’t trust Tom’s too-bright smile or the way he leaned just a little too close. And he especially didn’t trust the way Sid was smiling back—relaxed, amused, her hands gesturing animatedly as she spoke.

"Cartwright," came Diana Taverner’s voice from behind him, sharp and clipped as ever. She dropped a thin file onto his desk with a decisive thwack. "This is for you. Urgent. I need it sorted before the close of play."

"Right," River muttered without enthusiasm, his gaze flicking briefly to the file before snapping back to Sid and Tom.

Taverner didn’t miss the glance. Her mouth quirked in a faint smirk. "Something distracting you, Cartwright?"

"No, ma’am," he replied quickly, sitting up straighter.

Her eyes lingered on him for a beat too long, assessing, before she turned and walked away, her heels clicking purposefully on the floor.

For most of the morning, River alternated between pretending to work and inventing increasingly flimsy excuses to wander closer to Sid. His first attempt involved a trip to the stationery cabinet, conveniently located near her and Tom. The second saw him carrying a stack of papers to the shredder—papers that could have waited, but River decided couldn’t.

Every time he passed, he caught snippets of their conversation. Every laugh from Sid made his chest tighten. Every friendly gesture from Tom made his blood simmer.

At one point, as River loitered near the water cooler, Louisa Guy appeared beside him, holding an empty mug. She followed his gaze, then smirked. "You know, glaring at Tom won’t make him burst into flames."

"I’m not glaring," River said defensively, his tone just a little too clipped.

"Right," Louisa said, filling her mug with deliberate slowness. "And I’m the Queen of Denmark." She gave him a knowing look before sauntering back to her desk.

River sighed, rubbing his temples. He could feel the amused gazes of his colleagues, most of whom were clearly enjoying his transparent attempts to shadow Sid. Even Taverner passed by again at one point, pausing just long enough to say, "Cartwright, if you’re done patrolling the Hub, perhaps you could do your actual job?"

"Yes, ma’am," River muttered, slinking back to his desk under the watchful eyes of the Second Desk—and everyone else.

Sid, of course, noticed River’s antics almost immediately.

She wasn’t blind to the way his jaw tightened every time Tom laughed too loudly or the way he seemed to materialize near her whenever Tom leaned in to speak. She probably should have reassured him outright, but instead, she found herself leaning into the absurdity of the situation.

When Tom complimented her on a report, she smiled brightly and thanked him, knowing full well River was within earshot. When Tom offered to grab her a coffee, she accepted, even though she’d just finished a cup. And when Tom mentioned an after-work drink, she hesitated just long enough to see River tense before declining.

By early afternoon, the rest of the office was in on the drama. Shirley Dander strolled past River’s desk with an exaggerated sniff. "Smells like jealousy," she said loudly, earning a ripple of laughter from the Hub.

Louisa rolled her eyes but added, "At least he’s entertaining. It’s been a while since we had a decent soap opera around here."

Even Roddy Ho, who rarely noticed anything outside his screens, leaned over and whispered, "Hey, is this, like, a love triangle? Or are you just bad at stealth?"

River ignored them all, but the tips of his ears turned a telling shade of red.

The tension finally broke around 3 p.m., when Sid took pity on River and intercepted him near the photocopier.

"River," she said, stepping into his path. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing," he replied quickly, too quickly. His hands fumbled with a folder he didn’t actually need. "Just…work stuff."

Sid arched an eyebrow, folding her arms. "Really? Because it looks like you’ve been hovering around me and Tom all day."

"I wasn’t—" He stopped, sighed, and raked a hand through his hair. "Okay, maybe I was. But he’s—he’s way too…"

"Friendly?" Sid supplied, her tone amused.

"Exactly." River’s eyes searched hers, his voice quieter now. "Sid, you’re—" He hesitated, then said more firmly, "You’re mine. And I don’t like the way he looks at you."

Sid softened at his words, stepping closer. "River. Tom’s harmless. And even if he wasn’t, he wouldn’t stand a chance. You know that, right?"

He looked at her, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. "Yeah, I know. It’s just…"

"Adorable," Sid finished, smiling. "You’re adorable when you’re jealous."

River groaned, but a faint smile tugged at his lips. "Don’t call me adorable."

"Fine," she said, leaning up to kiss his cheek. "How about possessive? Territorial? Puppy-like?"

River muttered something incomprehensible, but the flush on his face betrayed him.

When they returned to the Hub, Sid’s hand resting lightly on River’s arm, the entire office was watching as River practically totted behind her, looking every bit like a golden retriever, trailing its owner. Shirley gave a loud whistle. Louisa looked impressed. Even Taverner, who had been reviewing something on her tablet, glanced up and smirked faintly.

"Cartwright," she said as he passed her desk, "next time, try to keep the dramatics to a minimum. This is still an office, not a rom-com."

"Yes, ma’am," River mumbled, trying not to trip over himself as he tried to follow Sid towards the exit.

As they left, Roddy frowned and muttered to Shirley, "Wait, so they’re together? Why didn’t anyone tell me?"

Shirley burst out laughing. "Thank fuck Lamb isn’t here to see this. He’d rather set himself on fire than watch that."

And with that, the Hub dissolved into laughter, leaving River and Sid to their dramatic exit.

Soooooooooo... what do you think???? Pleaseeeeee send River requests, he is such a good boy 🐕

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Your most heart-wrenching ASOUE fics pls I beg

I absolutely loved ASOUE and listened to all the audiobooks, I can't believe I never picked it up as a kid it would have been the focal point of my life icl.

But also I get that while there were really dark elements it couldn't go into the the real horror of the trauma of it all bc in the end of the day, it's a kids' book.

So here I am, begging the internet to give me the most soul-shattering bone-chilling psychotic angst fanfiction of ASOUE that you can find. Like I really want someone to retell the entire thing, rewrite the entire series but just for adults and not in a way that it was dulled down for kids.

Edit: Just to clarify NO INCEST FICS

I am of sound mind and do not want to read such trash, anyone who reads/writes those need psychiatric evaluation BC you are not normal

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My friends super awesome spotify playlist relating to A Series of Unfortunate Events

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Ao3 is run by zionists, here’s what you can do

1. Stop donating. It’s a volunteer organization so boycotting doesn’t hurt them financially, donations do. It’s a running joke in fandom how quickly the goal is met two, three times over whenever donations are asked for; the joke needs to stop running. Your money will endorse an organization that condones genocide.

2. Contact AO3 Support and Feedback and OTW’s Contact Us to voice your displeasure against this. It’s hypocritical of them to rally against censorship, then proceed to the same.

3. Spread the word. I’ll put my message under the cut as a template of sorts.

It is disheartening to see an organization often lauded for its staunch stance on censorship turn face and commit the same act they spent years condemning. Is it the proper labeling of Israel as an oppressive colonial state that bothers you, or is it your apathy towards Palestinians being ethnically cleansed that made you fire a volunteer for their vocal support of Palestine. Despite what this organizations claims, “From the River to the Sea, Palestine will be free” is not antisemitic; the phrase calls for the liberation of Palestine and for the corresponding land to belong in rightful hands. Shame on you for choosing the side of colonialism. Ao3 was a beacon for many, and now it’s tainted. Congratulations, OTW, you’ve transformed from an organization for creative expression to one that condones the brutal deaths of innocents.

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Draco x Reader

It's Us Against The World

Ch.2

Read Pt.1 here

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She found him in the bathroom. Bent over the toilet seat, emptying the remainder of dinner from his stomach. Y/n crouched down on the floor beside him, leaning against the sink and gently began rubbing small circles on his back. The rhythmic motions eventually nulled the tension at his shoulders and Draco felt himself relax, allowing the delicate movements to ease away the remaining stress.

This wasn't an uncommon occurrence, one of them hunched over, mentally withdrawing from the latest traumatic event while the other tries to coax in what little comfort they could offer. Not to say that this was the foundation of all their interactions, but it was a comfort knowing that there was an anchor, as damaged and rusted as the other, ready to ground you back. Once y/n was sure that there was nothing else for his stomach to dispose of, she gently urged Draco to sit on the bathtub ledge and began dabbing at his mouth with a damp washcloth.

"Feeling better now?" she questioned, tilting his face towards her own to get a better angle.

Her answer was a small, silent nod. He now seemed intent on gazing at her, trailing after her eyes as she pretended to focus on wiping away the residue at the corners of his mouth and not the way she felt his arms tremble beneath her. Draco always tended to become somewhat disconnected from his surrounding whenever one of these ordeals came to pass. It was as if his mind was in a haze, forcing everything to fade out to the background while it picked up the pieces. That often lead to some out-of-character behaviors slipping through.

Draco reached for the hand on his cheek and guided it to drop the cloth before bringing it back to cup his face, letting out a short satisfied hum as he pressed against her palms and closed his eyes.

It wasn't as if physical contact was unusual between them, they'd held each other before, bumped shoulders and let hands brush and linger. Often when gathered around for another of the Dark Lord's parades and developments became a little too overwhelming, where the only real sense of security they craved could come from one another, resulting in substitute touches under tables or held hands hidden behind backs. Y/n knew that in those moments it was comfort he craved, his subconscious allowing him to be much more forward with his emotions than he'd probably like to admit in a more sober state. She always reciprocated, encouraged him even to let out long agitated rants or voice otherwise contained horrors providing whatever sort of physical closeness necessary, crouching next to each other shoulder to shoulder or squeezing their interlocking hands in support. But whenever his actions boarded on affectionate she always froze solid, the intimate gestures alien compared to the arms-length affection received by all others. It caused her to shut down momentarily, appearing stoic and unfeeling when in reality she was honestly struggling to register the foreign situation. And somehow having a naturally cold demeanor due to a neglectful childhood socialization didn't aid her situation.

Despite that, y/n continued to follow his movements as his thumb stroked her wrist, then shifted his face slightly to press a kiss onto her palm. It was at that moment that Draco became seemingly aware of his actions, eyes suddenly shooting open, panic filling his features as his vision flickered between their hands and her nonchalant expression. Y/n's unbothered façade only seemed to heighten his embarrassment at being caught up in yet another unintentional affection, again. She smiled as his cheeks grew pink, able to feel the heat radiating onto her fingers as her palm remained pressed against his lips. He carefully pried his face from her hand, letting it hover in the air between them for a second, unsure of how to de-escalate the humiliating situation he'd placed himself in.

It was always entertaining to watch Draco grow flustered after another embarrassing episode, his usually sarcastic demeanor buried underneath blushes and mountains of apologies. But this time he stared down at the floor, allowing the mortification to sweep over him.

One method of reducing his self-conscious state was countering it with her own roundabout affection which always seemed to work wonders as her actions equally balanced out his humiliation. So with that, y/n brought his still interlocked hand to her lips and pressed a firm kiss all the while training her eyes onto his own for what felt like an hour compressed to a single second. The raging flame that now re-graced his startled expression caused y/n to practically grin against the kiss, endlessly entertained by the spectrum of crimson he always seemed to have on display. Draco opened his mouth to say something but no coherent letter formation seemed to pass through the air between them and so he promptly decided on closing it again.

Y/n steadily raised her head and nonchalantly reached to pick up the disinfectant sitting above the sink next to them and started dabbing at the dried blood that had caked to form little crescent moons on his now open palm that she still held, continuing to patch him up as though Thor's thunderous equivalence of electrifying tension hadn't just passed between them.

"It's just a little friendly affection" she reasoned, deciding to be the first to break the all encompassing silence, and grant him what she belied to be some relief to his humiliation. Y/n's entertainment relied heavily on Draco's widely reverting reactions. However it was more of a personal mission for y/n to try derail him from spiraling down into a depressive episode after an uneventful evening with the other members, a wave of relief and a sense of stability always followed once she saw Draco start to gradually shift back to his usual character.

"Might no seem so platonic if someone were to walk through" He muttered.

She paused her motions for a second, his unusual commentary breaking her out of her internal monologuing session. She had expected him to jump onto her good natured teasing and attempt to counter it with his own. However much to y/n's obliviousness it seemed now that he was nudging for something else between their blurred limits of friendship but naturally instead of picking up on these subtle hints which had recently become much less subtle he realized, she decided to lean back in to their usual teasing banter.

"I wont tell if you don't"

".....deal" was all he could seem to muster after several beats of silence, the air thick with the humidifying tension of words unspoken, that and the steam that had been gradually building up from his bouts of fiery blushes.

He finally turned his head away to face the casement windows beside them and rested his chin onto (his own) palm, fighting to control the fresh shade of cherry flaming his ears.

So much for roundabout affections.

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The aftermath of the previous episode has them both shaken and now unashamedly seeking comfort from the other, all while y/n tries to reason that it's all very platonic

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Second chapter is out :)))

Tysm to anyone reading<33

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how izuku’s reaction to bakugou’s death should’ve went(in my opinion)

 Izuku sucked in a deep breath.

’ Cause when the villain falls,

Kacchan was dead. Kacchan was dead. Kacc- Katsuki was dead.

the kingdoms never weep

The world will praise dynamight for his strength and heroism like they’ve always done. He deserves that, izuku supposed. After all, bakugou katsuki is the only reason izuku is still breathing.

But does thet make up for everything?

no one lights a candle to remember

Izuku blinked back his tears.

stop being a cry baby, you damn nerd.  even if katsuki was dead,izuku knew his voice wil taunt him forever.

no, no one mourns at all, 

Years of abuse, name-calling, suidice baiting for goodness’ sake-, all lead to this moment.

when they lay them down to sleep

The moment bakugou katsuki died as a hero, despite playing the role of the villain most of their lifes.

 So don’t tell me that I didn’t have it right

 Does izuku have to forget all of the bad memories now? can izuku forget all of the bad memories now?

don’t tell me that it wasn’t black and white

‘Useless’

'quirkless loser’

'Deku’

'just pray you’d be born with a quirk next time and take a swan dive off a building’

Izuku swallowed around the lump in his throat.

after all you put me through,

It hurt. It hurt so damn much.

don’t say it wasn’t true

He felt sad, hurt, and angry;

 angry at himself for not being strong enough to forgive his childhood friend.

Angry at the leauge of villains fot killing his rival.

Angry at kaccan for everything.

that you were not the monster

He let out a feral yell and charged one for all.

that I knew…

am I the only one who thinks deku forgave bakugou way too quickly?

here’s an animatic to this…songfic? idk lol:

https://vt.tiktok.com/ZS82VhM4S/

pls leave a like

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Reader, Draco Malfoy & Reader, Draco Malfoy/You, Draco Malfoy & You, Draco Malfoy/Original Female Character(s), Harry Potter Characters & Original Female Character(s) Characters: Draco Malfoy, Severus Snape, Death Eater Characters Additional Tags: POV Draco Malfoy, POV Female Character, POV Original Character, Angst, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, so much angst that they try balance out with fluff, they're suffering but they're suffering together Summary:

This starts off a bit after the opening dinner scene of Deathly Hallows Pt 1 when the muggle sympathizer is killed at the dinner table. Voldemort took a liking to the practice and now every time they're gathered they kill off one muggle/sympathizers and becomes a regular tradition. Draco and y/n are forced to constantly witness this sacrifice, fighting to hold it together

Both their parents are in alliance with the Dark Lord whos aim is to purify the wizarding world of muggle-borns' and sympathizers, the cult has tasked them both with betraying everyone they know and destroying the school from the inside out, beginning with fixing the vanishing cabinet. The overwhelming guilt takes an unprecedented toll on the both of them, constantly witnessing massacres' and torture's while having to stomach constant lies about their belief in the cause, all to prevent being shoved six feet under. Allowing themselves fleeting moments of peace with one another is their only source of comfort throughout the tortuous ordeal, their families alliance allows them to stay close together without raising suspicions, allowing them to suffer together and be one anthers' only real sour light in the darkness of it all.

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Draco x Reader

It's Us Against The World

I've had this hp fiction idea in my head for ages now and couldn't find anything like it so I decided to write my own :D (yes I am that desperate)

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This starts off at the opening dinner scene of Deathly Hallows Pt1 where the muggle sympathizer is killed and Draco fights to hold it together.

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Fork. Plate. Mouth. Chew.

Fork. Plate. Mouth. Chew.

Fork. Plate. Mouth. Chew.

It was the gentle chant she replayed in her head that kept her sane, the rhythmic clatter of the utensils reprising actions over and over dimmed the roaring chaos of her brain. It stiffened her mind to a numbing rhythm, allowing her to remain woefully ignorant to the thunderous bolt of green that zipped past her hands to strike the researcher who now lay limp on the dining table, whose stiff fingers now strayed threateningly close to her plate.

It was another gathering of death eaters and their relatives, another session of Voldemort's' inspirational advocations of cleansing the earth of all muggle-born concluding with yet another corpse gracing their table. This time it was a witch, their own kin, who sprawled lifeless below them. She had believed that muggles and witches could breed and publicly advocated her beliefs, even publishing research to prove that no "contamination of pure blood" had any correlation with decreased wizarding ability. It was what some more conservative speakers of the magistrate argued to be a blasphemous outroar, condemning the inflaming public support that had now inevitably ended more than her career.

And now all y/n could do was stare down at her dish and beg her mind to maintain her nonchalant display as horrors unfolded before her, it took all remaining shreds of sanity and self-control to slice yet another piece of tasteless beef and chew it to groundless mush, to disregard the singed, blooded curls that now danced around her plate.

Ignoring the savage choirs of gratitude to the Dark Lord from her parents and their fellow death eaters chipped at her ability to anchor the stale meal to her stomach, yet her current focus was now derived from urging her body not to hurl but instead forcing her eyes to remain downcast as they had been for the entirety of the event. She battled to restrain the almost uncontrollable will to cast a subtle upwards glance at the boy sitting opposite her knowing exactly what she would be faced with.

His face would have a deathly pale glow, lips pursed to a trembling pale line, eyes welled with unshed tears resulting in bright puffy red lids, arms quaking with efforts of wheezing breaths through the suffocating guilt, fists clenched atop the table, meal untouched, nails digging into the skin of his palms till they broke away crimson.

She'd have to remember to clean them later.

He didn't understand how she did it. He didn't understand how she could act so steadfast and unbothered by the nightmare unravelling itself before them. He couldn't understand her unwavering motions as she picked up yet another piece of meat and placed it to her lips while the corpse of yet another human, one that had been desperate and pleading not seconds ago, dropped with a sickening lifeless thud before them. He didn't understand the unbothered demeanor that surrounded her like a plate of armor, the one that deflected the sickening screams and pleas of all victims that would torture his mind for weeks but prevented her from a single second of flinching unease. He didn't understand how she could seem so detached from all the torment she witnessed but have all that armor fracture and rupture the moment she found seclusion.

Only he knew too well that in the darkest depths of isolation and with complete assurance that nobody else would witness the havoc did she shred apart every raw comprehensible emotion and allow herself an instant where she could break down every feasible sentiment and be oh-so vulnerable. Only in those feeble seconds could they hold each other dream beyond hope that one day this would all be over, that this entrapment is merely a temporary sentence. It was the silent hysterical weeping and quivering and trembling that they allowed themselves to display only to one another that kept them sane just a little while longer. Those were the thoughts racing through his head as fought against the sob racking its way up his throat.

Yet even with so much explanation, Draco still couldn't understand how she manage to hold on to her composure.

It was then that their eyes met. Only for an instantaneous second did she break the rhythm of her motions, fork hovering just below her lips for a single fraction longer. And yet it was all the communication they needed, only a momentary glance at her pale, glassy eyes and he understood the meaning. It was the only indication of a chipping armor, a waxy layer of tears clouding her vision and a silent appeal to urge him to start his meal and avoid any deriving suspicion.

And so that's what he did. With trembling motions, he unclenched his palms which came away crimson, and mirrored her every action to perfection.

Fork. Plate. Mouth. Chew.

Fork. Plate. Mouth. Chew.

Fork. Plate. Mouth. Chew.

And silently he understood. 

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“This is your daily, friendly reminder to use commas instead of periods during the dialogue of your story,” she said with a smile.

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every morning i wake up and make the worst possible time management decisions anyone has ever made

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Nightfall finally admits her feelings at the most appropriate time.

Yor you are literally growing his fifth child don’t act like this is a new revelation that he loves you genuinely.

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wake me up when huwumi becomes canon

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need. more. huwumi.

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I'm currently invested in this rarepair and the headcanons are doing it for me 🫠🙏

As much I find the whole "haha, unbeknow to Enji, Hawks is dating Fuyumi!! Enji is so mad, that a chicken is dating his daughter, haha!" trope in some Huwumi fanfics funny, imagine if the opposite happened? What if Enji was oblivious?

Like, Fuyumi goes to Endeavor agency with her class, to show how heros work for a lesson or something like that. Hawks happens to be there also and as he notices her, asks Enji if he knows her. Enji then explains, that she's his daughter and says, that he can introduce her to him.

After Fuyumi and Hawks get introduced to each other, they exchange numbers. Soon they become good friends and Enji's like "Huh, I did something good after all. Now my daughter has a friend :)".

But as time passes, Hawks and Fuyumi become closer, to the point where they develop crushes on each other. Enji see's how flustered Fuyumi becomes around Hawks and how Hawks in turn becomes awkward and nervous, sometimes saying some corny flirting lines. But Enji thinks, that they just not used to having friends and that they're just going to awkward phase. In general he doesn't want to accidentaly force romance in Hawks and Fuyumi's relationship, out of fear ruining it.

Then Hawks starts dating Fuyumi and this where the madness begins.

Even though it's clear as a day, that these to are dating...Enji thinks they're just extremly close friends.

It drives them insane to the point, where instead of trying to hide their relationship, they just try to prove that they are dating.

Fuyumi:"Okay, bye!! I'm meeting up with Hawks. Y'know my BOYFRIEND, whom I'm DATING, because he's my BOYFRIEND."

Enji:"Oh, Fuyumi. It's okay to be friends with a boy. I now, that it is expected for girls to date their friends who are boys, but times have changed. It's okay for you two be just friends :)"

Fuyumi:😐

*Hawks and Fuyumi kissing each other*

Enji:"It's nice to see Fuyumi having a close friend she could trust :)"

Best Jeanist, tired of Enji's obliviousness:"...why couldn't Hawks just let me die?"

Enji visiting Fuyumi in the evening and seeing Hawks coming out of her bedroom half naked:"..."

Hawks, who just wanted to get a glass of water:"..."

Enji:"Are you..."

Hawks:"You see, I'm-"

Enji:"...having a sleepover with my daughter?"

Hawks:"...what?"

Enji:"No offence, but you two are too old for that."

Hawks:"...I'm fucking your daughter."

Enji:"...What does "fucking" means?"

Hawks:🥲

Enji:"...and I know, that Fuyumi and Hawks are happy together and how much they mean to each other. The connection they developed after meeting each other, was fast but beautiful in it's own way. So let's raise the glass and wish their friendship to become stronger as the years go by!"

Everyone at the wedding:👁👄👁

Fuyumi, wearing her bride's dress:👁👄👁

Hawks, who kissed Fuyumi minutes earlier in front of everybody:👁👄👁

Dabi, watching the wedding from his prison cell:👁👄👁

So what do you guys think?

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Loid Forger weaponizing his tummy pain. He's being SO brave about it.

Original comic I took this joke from is by eldercactus