#TRS-Promotions

[sergle]

text in the image just in case tumblr also dislikes links and certain keywords that start with a p! but! hi i'm making a painting

[penrose-quinn]

Almost screamed in Ikebukuro Station when I saw the promotion jdsksk

[radmista]

the fact that you actually like an anime filled with child rape, racism, and overwhelming woman hate is proof enough that you’re just another dumb fucking tranny lurking in rad spaces to get off on how much we all wish the suicide statistic was real. Eat shit, child molester.

Wut

Anon are you okay?

"Lurking in rad spaces to get off on how much we all wish the suicide statistic was real"

Like either this is some massive projection, or this is a radfem sending it. I'm either or bc I know there are self proclaimed rads who genuinely hate trans people and wish they were actually killed, no hyperbole. But I also know tras think radfems in general wish ill will unto trans people. It's the "getting off on it" that's getting me like? Anon you are unwell, please seek outside help it sounds like you're mid crisis or something.

[wetcatspellcaster]

2 out of 3 chapters down (3 chapters!!! for one day of fucking game time!!! kill me!!!!)

heartbreaking! in order to know for certain if the pacing of the sequence following cazador's mansion is right, I have to first draft out the whole fucking thing!

[kianamaiart]

we do not know each other at all, i don't think i've ever even sent in an ask. but in spite of that i have this like, crazy huge, unearned sense of pride at seeing all of your work on i don't want to be a magical girl, and the fact you have VAs!! for a pilot !!! i've been following you for aaaaaaages (i felt a similar sense of pride when you were on dropout like omg !! it's kiana !!), potentially even before your big promotion on BCG, definitely before you revealed your hand about the TR criminals :") and i just - idk !! i'm so so so incredibly proud of you to see you working on your own concept that you've been talking about for a while, and seeing it come together! ;0; congratulations kiana, i hope we get to see more of i don't want to be a magical girl for years to come 💜💜💜

Waaaah thanks so much! This means the world to me 🥹 It makes me happy whenever I hear people have been following me for so long and have been able to see my growth. Keeps me going!!!

[eetherealgoddess]

Hii I’m not sure if you still take requests but if you do can you pleaseee write a story where a fem reader is working for bonten and her and the executives get assigned to k1ll this lady and her family that owes them money but the reader ends up feeling bad and she asks them to spare her but they say no and they don’t really care and they k1ll the family anyway and the reader is starting to realize that she doesn’t want to be in bonten anymore so she asks Mikey if she can quit and he tells her no and if she tries to run he will send the executives to punish her but she tired to run anyway and it ends up with a smut with Mikey and the other executives including kazutora. I hope I explained it right and if you do write it Tysmmm and I love all your work💋💋💋

ꨄNewfound Moralsꨄ

Oneshot - Dark Content - Bonten

❦You should’ve never joined them in the first place❦

Sano Manjiro, Hanemiya Kazutora, Sanzu Haruchiyo, Kakucho, Kokonoi Hajime, and Haitani Brothers x Female Reader

❣︎I really hope you don’t mind but I’m gonna add a few lil twists to your request❣︎

Not fully proofread

MY TR FANDOM WORKS ARE ONLY ON TUMBLR, WATTPAD, & AO3 UNDER EETHEREALGODDESS! REPORT IF YOU SEE IT POSTED UNDER ANYONE ELSE BUT ME!!!

I apologize if I get any Japanese etiquette or culture wrong, I literally have to research the culture for some of my fandom stories so if anything is wrong, please excuse my ignorance.

Notice:

✩Y/n is 18+. I picture her as a black female but you can see her however.

✩Some parts of the story may not be realistic or factual. After all, this is a work of fiction.

✩Although it's a dark 'romance,' I do not condone any of the behavior displayed.

✩Dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit sexual content, etc.

✩There may be scenes that involve non con and/ or dubcon so don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable.

✩Characters are 18+ as always.

✩That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

Enjoy!

Newfound Morals

You don’t understand why you tried so hard to be promoted within the industry you signed up for. Honestly, working a regular job wasn’t that bad. As a people pleaser, you’ve always strived for perfection in order to receive the validation you crave. Unfortunately for people like you, opportunists loved to drink all the liquid from your glass without even filling it up halfway in return. You’ve never received what you felt you deserved for the time and effort you put into any craft or job you worked on. That’s why when you found the underground, illegal business through an old friend, you hopped on it immediately.

Who knew that the tense atmosphere of working for an illegal business would actually make you feel that excitement you craved? The fulfillment you craved, the recognition you asked for, all being solved each and every time you complete a task. The financial security you had always felt you deserved finally being handed to you. You honestly felt blessed. Blessed that Kokonoi Hajime, the man who you’d known most of your young adult life, had offered you this opportunity of fulfillment. You knew that you had to prove you were trustworthy and so you worked under him for a couple years before you were finally promoted to take action.

You didn’t know you could feel whole just by killing a bunch of useless individuals. The proud look on Koko’s face for recruiting someone like you, the pat on the back you received from Kakucho after your first successful mission, the sly compliments from the Haitani brothers, and the toast from Kazutora when he offered alcohol at the club to celebrate. Even receiving a pat on the head from Akashi Takeomi and a nod from Kanji Mochizuki. It felt great.

It was hard to get any other reaction from a sober Sanzu considering his sole focus on your boss, Mikey, but you knew there was progress when he’d offer you a pill for the first time in one of the Haitani brother’s clubs. You hadn’t accepted but the gesture was appreciated. Sano Manjiro never seemed to have any other expression on his face but an intense gaze full of nothing but pure darkness and despair. Though, his promotion of your department was a good sign. In a twisted way you finally felt seen by the higher ups.

All the kills had been super easy considering most if not all were some kind of conmen or had been involved with underground illegal shit that they couldn’t handle. A lot of the men you killed were shitty people who put their family in shitty situations as well as other criminal organizations who were classified as enemies.

Tonight, you were sent on a mission with Kakucho and Sanzu. It was your job to set everything in motion by breaking into the worn down starter house and shooting everyone inside while Kakucho watches the outside and Sanzu breaks in from the back to clear any traces or links from the guy who you all were after that leads back to Bonten.

Once you kicked the door in, you walked into the living room, gun raised and finger on the trigger, pointing at the people who sat inside. Your eyes widened at the display of the lady on her knees who had her hands up in surrender and the two children sat behind her. Something in your stomach drops at the new situation you’ve been dealt.

“I-it’s my husband isn’t it?” Her hands shook as you watched her face glisten with sweat and tremors. “I-I knew he had been into s-some shady business. H-he knew this would happen. He left us!”

You took the time to eye the surrounding area. The mess you hadn’t noticed before looked to be suitcases and duffel bags of clothes that were carelessly thrown in. It seemed like they had just started gathering their belongings.

“Where is he?” You question in a stern tone, attempting to ignore the children's whimpers.

“I d-don’t know! I would tell you because I hate him! He put o-our children in harm's way! Gambling some thugs money when I warned him! He didn’t care!” She cried out, tears freely streaming down her face along with snot. You could hear the congestion as she sniffed while speaking through her pleas.

“P-please just spare my children! Just kill me b-but don’t…! Pl-please don’t hurt my babies!” She whined as the children’s cries became louder.

Your hands shook as you held the gun. Your eyes were shot as your eyebrows were furrowed in concern. Your body is frozen in your spot as you can't fight off the feelings of guilt and sorrow for the lady and her children.

Quick thinking, quick thinking Y/n.

As you tried to come up with a solution that didn’t involve the children or lady dying, a loud shot echoed throughout the room, followed by another one before two thuds could be heard. All you could hear was a ringing in your ear and your heart beat as you eyed the blood of the children splattered against the floor and wall. You lowered your gun slowly as you watched Sanzu walking towards the lady and snatching her by the hair to face him while she screamed and cried out for her babies.

“Y/n.” You heard your name in the distance behind you repeatedly but you couldn’t be pulled out of your trance as you watched the mullet haired maniac put the barrel of the gun to the lady’s head with a bored expression before pulling the trigger, half of her head gone while the bits of brain scatter, and blood splatters. You were brought back to reality when you felt a tug on your shoulder.

“Y/n, are you okay?” Kakucho says before you finally face him with the bewilderment stuck to your expression.

“I-I…” You try to say something. Anything, but you’re left speechless.

“She was gonna bargain with them. I can tell.”

Suddenly, icy blue eyes are in your view as you blink. Sanzu crouches to your height before flicking your head, causing you to flinch and rub the spot.

“The King won’t be pleased. Knew ya couldn’t handle it.” He says before tsk-ing. Kakucho eyed you with confusion.

“Is that true, Y/n?” You could only look down at your feet.

“This is no good.” Sanzu gazed at you with half - lidded eyes though the manic glint was still prominent. “Guess ya don’t have it in ya after all.” He chuckled darkly before walking away. Kakucho could only stare at you in disappointment before turning away. For the first time since you started the job years ago, you hadn’t wanted to follow.

“What is the meaning of this, Y/n? Have you gone soft on us?” Takeomi questions as he leans back in his seat at the long table, leg crossed over as he sucks in a pull from his cigar.

“Obviously. Did ya cry?” Rin teased with puckered lips as he sat next to you

You gave him a scowl as you swat his pointed finger away from your face. Your face rested in the palms of your hands with your elbows planted at the end of the table.

“I knew I should’ve waited to put in that good word for you. Someone like you can’t handle something so complicated.” Koko says, mostly to himself with his head leaning on his fingers. Your eyes widen.

“S-someone like me? No, Koko I swear I can handle -!” You attempt to plead your case to your original supervisor, but Kazutora beats you to it.

“You sure about that?” He chuckled with his arms crossed in his seat, his hair falling past his shoulders. “Clearly if you could handle it, you would’ve.”

“This is concerning, Y/n. How can we trust you to do your job?” Kakucho questions with a disappointed look towards you, his seat next to the empty one that sits at the opposite end of you.

“Is Takeomi right, Y/n? Have you gone soft on us, hm?” Ran questions on the other side of you with his leg crossed over the other, limbs resting on the arms of the chair.

Everyone straightens up in their seats when they hear the door click open. Sanzu walks in first to hold the door open for Mikey before they both walk to their designated seats. Sanzu sat in the opposite chair of Kakucho and Mikey sat in the empty chair across from you. Anxiety heightened as soon as Mikey looked at you, causing you to look down at the table in fear of what he was going to say about your failed mission.

“Why?” Once you look up, all eyes are on you. Shifting in your seat with discomfort, you quietly clear your throat. The intense gazes of all the men boring into you felt suffocating.

“I didn’t think it was fair, Sir.” The room was filled with nothing but silence. Not even a pen dropping as they waited for the rest of your answer.

“I didn’t think it was fair for the family to die when it was her husband’s fault.” Especially in such a gruesome manner. It was very disturbing, and the worst part of it all was that it could’ve been worse.

“I don’t think it’s fair to fail your mission when you vowed to work for me.” Your eyes widened as your fingers tightened against the fabric of your pants. You began to sweat in your seat. Everything is beginning to feel too tight, too hot on your skin. The pressure is overwhelming and the glares aren’t helping. You’re in the spotlight of something you don’t want to be involved in.

“I deeply apologize for my inconsistency and inadequacy, Sir. It won’t happen again.” You’re praying you even make it out of here alive just for this one mistake. How could one situation cause you so much fear? You’ve been so caught up with the recognition and security that you completely forgot about what occurs when you fuck up. You could be put to death. This job is more than what you receive from it. It’s more than just following a routine correctly. It’s about survival. It’s a man-eat-man world, and you’re just waiting to be devoured.

Mikey commands you to get out of your chair and come forward. Sanzu stood next to him as he gave you an icy glare. You stand to the side of the table, but right in front of Mikey and behind Sanzu’s empty chair and bend over into a bow with your arms behind your back, awaiting his next command.

You hear footsteps walking around you before you let out a yelp as your head is yanked back, forcing you to make eye contact with your boss, Sanzu standing right next to your bent position with his fingers squeezing your scalp.

“Do you have something you want to say, Y/n?” Mikey questioned. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. You shook your head.

“N-no Sir.”

“Koko, tell me.” Your eyes widen.

“What would happen if I decided to leave Bonten?” You asked Kokonoi the night of your mission, after having the display of Sanzu’s murders stuck in your head. You both sat in his office, the only light shining from the desk lamp. You were looking at the floor before you heard his footsteps in front of you. Fingers sternly wrap around your chin before he forces you to look up at him from your seat on the sofa.

“Don’t even think about it. Don’t speak about it, don’t ask about it, don’t even plan for it unless you want to get hurt, Y/n.” He hissed through his teeth. Neither of you noticed the icy blue eyes staring at you both through the glass door, listening to everything.

“Koko… I don’t like waiting.” Mikey teased in a stern tone with no expression on his face.

“What would happen if I decided to leave Bonten?” Kokonoi shook his head as some of the others shifted in their seats with widened eyes.

You bit your lip, knowing you were about to get it.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

You grind your teeth when the grip on your scalp tightens, sending shock waves of pain through your skull. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes from the sensation.

“I-I didn’t mean it! It was just a thought that crossed my mind!” You exclaim before a knee meets with your stomach, causing you to grunt and drop to your knees, Sanzu’s grip still tight on your scalp forcing you to continue facing Mikey.

“The King didn’t ask for you to speak.” Sanzu hissed.

All the men except Kokonoi and Kakucho were intrigued with the display, even the guys who wore bored expressions on their faces perked in their seats. The sound of a gun cocking had your eyes widening. Your body trembled as Mikey held the barrel right above the middle of your eyebrows.

“Should I grant your wish, Y/n?”

You shook your head violently as the tears finally fell.

“N-No Sir!”

As you tried to come up with a solution that didn’t involve the children or lady dying, a loud shot echoed throughout the room, followed by another one before two thuds could be heard. All you could hear was a ringing in your ear and your heart beat as you eyed the blood of the children splattered against the floor and wall. You lowered your gun slowly as you watched Sanzu walking towards the lady and snatching her by the hair to face him while she screamed and cried out for her babies.

“You sure about that?”

“Y/n.” You heard your name in the distance behind you repeatedly but you couldn’t be pulled out of your trance as you watched the mullet haired maniac put the barrel of the gun to the lady’s head with a bored expression before pulling the trigger, half of her head gone while the bits of brain scatter, and blood splatters. You were brought back to reality when you felt a tug on your shoulder.

“I-I’m sure! I swear!” Your voice shook as you cried out. You couldn’t release a sigh of relief when he removed the gun that now sat on his lap in his hand. He looked down at you with those cold eyes.

“The only way you’ll be able to leave is once I kill you myself.” His eyes squint at the last word.

“Dismissed.”

You knew that you had to leave. You knew that you had to get the fuck out of there. Everything became too real after that moment. You were so caught up with the glitz and the glam that you forgot about the ugly that this job came with. How could you forget that you’re involved with Yakuza? You had already begun to pack up your stuff in your penthouse, rummaging through drawers and your closet. You already had the plan set. You were going to move to a country far from Japan and change every single thing about your identity. Before you could continue packing, you heard the elevator open and footsteps following.

“Fuck!” You hissed, eyeing all your stuff before shoving some of it under your bed and the rest in your closet. You had to make it look like everything was normal.

“Oi! Y/n!” You heard downstairs. You rubbed the sweat off your hands as you looked around the room before running downstairs.

“What are you doing here?” You eye Kazutora and the Haitani brothers in confusion. Ran went to sit on your couch with his leg crossed over while Rin rummaged through your kitchen for a bottle. Kazutora snatched a chair from the dining table and placed it in front of the arm of the sofa, sitting on it backwards as he leaned his head on his arms that lie on the back of the chair.

“Making sure you’re not up to something stupid.” The younger Haitani states before walking to the sofa and plopping down, pouring the bottle of liquor into a glass.

“What an entertaining show we got yesterday.” Ran smiled as he stretched out his arms on the back of the sofa.

“Honestly, I was at the edge of my seat.” Kazutora grinned. You growled as you made it downstairs.

“Hey! I didn’t say anybody could come over or rest on my shit!” You exclaim. You still felt embarrassed by yesterday’s escapades. You felt your face burn.

“Luckily, you didn’t have to. Mikey told us to.” Your eyes widen. Mikey? Why would he do that?

“He told me to.” Kazutora emphasizes the word ‘me’ while pointing at himself. “These two just came along.”

“It’s cause we’re bored.” Rin explains before taking a sip.

“Yeah, why don’t you entertain us like yesterday? Get on your knees.” Ran teased causing the other guys to laugh. Your face burned once more, this time anger forming as you snatched the bottle out of Rin’s hand.

“Maybe instead of killing you, we could ask him to make you something useful if you try to run.”

“Yeah, how about you become Bonten’s designated whore?” Your eyes widen at the disrespect.

“Such wasted potential. That should’ve been your position in the first place.”

“Get the fuck out of my house!” You grit your teeth as you point at the door.

“The house Bonten’s money gotcha? I don’t think so.” Kazutora shook his head.

Hours pass before they finally leave, you having been stuck in your bedroom trying to figure out a different time to leave. You decided to escape in the middle of the night, first meeting up with the guy who’ll give you a new identity and then buying the plane ticket with your new identity so they couldn’t find you. It’s a good thing you had sketchy connections before joining Bonten.

Kazutora switched shifts with Kakucho. You still don’t know why Mikey has them watching you. Why would he care when he’s so willing to kill you on the spot? wouldn’t it just be easier to shoot when the time comes?

Kakucho sat on the sofa next to you on the opposite side of the couch while your head leaned on the palm of your hand, elbow placed on the sofa’s arm.

“I have a feeling that you’re planning something, Y/n. I’m advising you not to do it if you want to keep your dignity.” Dignity?

“I’m not planning anything.”

“Y/n. It won’t end well for you.”

“I know, that’s why I’m not planning anything Kakucho.” A throbbing in your head forms, not only from dehydration but from the stress of the situation.

“Okay.” He states. You both sit in silence for hours until you turn your head to see that he has fallen asleep.

“Perfect.” You whisper. You quietly jog upstairs to gather all your belongings. After a while of gathering everything, you take one final look before grabbing your stuff and heading downstairs. A gasp leaves your lips as you see the pink haired demon smirking at you from below with his arms crossed and gun in his hand, as well as Kakucho awake with his head leaned against his fingers.

You immediately drop your luggage before attempting to make a run for the elevator, swinging all your weight off the railing. Shots rang leaving holes in your walls as they miss, though so close. Right when you were about to reach the machine, a sharp pain surges through your calf as you fall to the floor.

“Fuck!” You yell out, slapping the floor. Sanzu walks up to you before stepping on your back, pushing your weight against the floor as you lay there and take it.

“Don’t worry. I’m not gonna kill ya. I’m leaving it all up to Mikey.” He says before using the butt of the gun to slam against your head, immediately knocking you out cold.

Your eyes blink open slowly, a bright light shining above you, causing you to turn your head away. The pain in your leg causes you to groan out as well as the headache pounding against your skull. The cold air along with the surface under you causes you to look down in confusion. Your eyes widen when you realize you’re completely naked on the meeting table, arms above you strapped. Your knees immediately go to your chest as a way to cover yourself, completely forgetting that your bare vagina is out and can be seen in between your thighs.

You scream as your eyes make contact with the men sitting around the table like you’re a buffet on display for hungry customers.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” You cry out, tears bursting as you struggle against the straps. Your calf in pain from the sharp movements, but numbed out from the bandaging.

“I guess Mikey actually listened to my proposition, huh?” Kazutora says in awe while eyeing your body and crying face.

“Shoulda put a muzzle on her.” Takeomi says as he leans over in his chair to place a hand on the bottom of your thigh, spreading your vagina as he pulls the skin, cigar hanging from the corner of his mouth.

“STOP TOUCHING ME!” Your voice cracks as you struggle harshly against the restraints. A hand is placed against your wrists.

“Those were expensive as hell. Stop struggling and relax.” Kokonoi says. He’s honestly just thankful you’re not dead yet. Your eyes widened more when you felt nubs against your nipples. You look down at both of the Haitani brothers on either side of you gently twisting them in between their fingers.

“They’re so fucking hard.” Rin says with a straight face, mesmerized.

“Who knew you’d have such a nice body under that suit, Y/n?” Ran smirked. The feeling of the friction between their fingers and your nipples caused a shiver down your spine.

“It was a good idea to get the Bonten symbol tattooed on her chest.” Kazutora beamed.

Kakucho sat at the end of the table diagnol to where your head lies as he eyes the tears on your face. He ignored the tightness forming in his pants as he looked away.

You were hysterical. You didn’t stop crying until you all heard the door click and everyone removed their hands from your body. They sat back and awaited their Boss and his second in command. Your head leaned back to eye Mikey sitting next to Kakucho as well as Sanzu on his other side.

“Pl-please don’t kill me like this Mikey! I don’t want to die like this!” You whined as you pulled against the restraints once more. You were so hysterical that you forgot the honorifics. You wouldn’t know but hearing his name come out in the plea went straight to his cock.

You watched as he sat criss crossed on the table above you, in between your strapped arms, behind your head with a gun in his hand.

“Why shouldn’t I?” Your teary eyes met his dark gaze as he looked down on you. The room was silent, everyone anticipating what could happen next. You couldn’t answer considering you didn’t know what to say.

“Open your mouth.” Your eyes widen, as well as some of the other men. Is this how you’re going to die? Naked with no dignity and a gun down your throat. You had no choice but to comply. He slowly pushes the barrel past your lips as he glides it down your throat, you slightly gagging.

“Suck. Your life depends on it.” You whimper before sucking the barrel like it’s a toy cock. You hear curses under some of the males breaths. Mikey forced you to suck the gun as he slowly dragged it in and out of your mouth.

“When Sanzu unstraps you, I want you to prove to me why I shouldn’t kill you on the spot.” Your eyes shut tightly as you begin crying around the gun.

No way.

No way he’s going to humiliate you like this.

All these years of working under these men and doing a great job. All your hard work. All your efforts going down the drain. You realized how fake the recognition was. The validation. Maybe they knew all along how weak you were for praise.

You feel the tightening on your wrists loosen before you quickly cover your boobs with one arm and your vagina with your hand as your legs lie flat on the surface. He removes the gun from your throat slowly.

“Pl-please Sir. Don’t make me do this.” You whisper, holding back another sob.

“Y/n.” He says in a sing - song voice, yet his tone is flat. His head tilts slightly as he leans back on his hands.

You slowly sit up from your position, purposefully looking down as you try not to make eye contact with anyone even though you can feel their gazes burning into you. You bite your lip as you turn your body to face Mikey, sitting on your knees, minor pain striking from the injured calf.

“W-what do you want me to do?” You feel nothing but embarrassment and so much pressure. He uses the gun to tap at his crotch area, spreading his legs as he waits for you to make a move. You realize that if you proceed, you will have to bend over and your bottom half will be on full display. You swallow hard before getting in position. Tears continue down your face as you pull his pulsating cock from his pants. You are in disbelief that you’re actually holding your Boss’s cock in your hand.

“M-Mikey I can’t-.” The gun cocks against your head as you shut your eyes tightly before bending over, knees spread with your bottom half on display for the men who sat in the vicinity. You lower your head until your lips touched the head of his penis. You feel his cock twitch in your hands before you ease the entire shaft into your mouth, bottoming out with the head of his cock in your throat.

He let out a breath before laying the gun down and using that hand to place on your head before he whispers, “Good.”

The only thing that could be heard was the wet sounds of his cock rubbing against your tongue as your mouth engulfed his shaft, pulling your head back and forth in a steady pace. You accidentally released quiet whimpers when his hand would hold you against the base of his cock before releasing his grip.

The display had the other men heated as they watched you bob your head on their boss’s cock. Kazutora rubbed along his own bulge with a drawn out, quiet, “Fuuuck.” Ran had his face in his palms as he leaned over in his chair, fighting the urge to rub a finger up your wet slit.

“Goddamn.” Takeomi whispered with droopy eyes.

Rin watched the display with his arms crossed, becoming slightly impatient. When you and Kakucho accidentally make eye contact, you shift your focus away immediately and close your eyes, but within the second, you saw that lust had formed on his red face.

Kokonoi sat with his hands crossed on the table, eyeing your perked ass. He’s honestly in disbelief that the boss even listened to the proposition of those idiots. He could only hope you wouldn’t get killed after this whole ordeal. Though, if you do a good job maybe you’ll get to live. He continued to ignore the tightness of his pants as the escapade played out.

Sanzu eyed your teary face as you shoved Mikey’s cock down your throat. He couldn’t help but be turned on by the scene. His precious King using the seductress whore was a sight to see. He smirked when you opened your eyes and accidentally made eye contact with him, licking his lips in the process. The humiliation and sorrow on your face made him even more horny than before.

You finally felt Mikey’s cock twitch in your mouth before he held you down, nose to the base of his shaft as he released his semen down your throat, a quiet moan escaping him as his hips slightly lift up and teeth meet his bottom lip.

The hand shifts to the back of your neck before pulling you off of his cock. Saliva and cum drip down your chin as the tear stains dry down your face. You attempt to look down, completely humiliated and having a hard time looking at your boss but he tightens his grip and forced you to look at him.

“I own you til the day you die.” He frowned before pushing you back, causing you to fall on your back, legs spread from having to pull them from under you. You watch in horror as he climbed on top of you. Your knees are almost pressed against your shoulders as your hands reach his chest.

“M-Mikey! No!” You squeel as you feel the head of his cock enter you. You suck in a breath when he locks your thighs with his legs and his hands are placed next to either side of your neck.

“Holy shit.” Rin whispers to himself in excitement as all the men’s eyes widen at their boss about to fuck you.

“No, no, no! Don’t do this!” Suddenly hands grab your face forcing you to look back at Kokonoi standing above you.

“Shut up, Y/n! This is the best punishment you can get without losing your life!” You eye the desperate look in his gaze, the white hair draping over his shoulders. Your jaw hangs open in a silent scream as pain reaches through your core when Mikey shoves his cock all the way into your wet vagina.

“Ah! K-Koko it hurts!” You cry out from the lack of preparation. Some of the men almost moan out from your plea, completely turning them on. Suddenly, Kokonoi was pulled away from you as Sanzu took his place, his grip tighter on your face as he forced you to look at Mikey’s intense gaze.

“Look at your King when he’s fucking you!” He hissed with a manic look on his face. His hands hold your face in place as Mikey speeds up his pace. Kakucho watched as his testicles slap your ass, the wet noises going straight to the scarred face’d man’s dick.

“God she’s soaked!” Kazutora says after he got up from the chair to eye your pussy.

Your hands grabbed onto Sanzu’s forearms as Mikey’s cock began to hit your g-spot. Your mouth hangs open as your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your hips automatically buck up as your legs spread even more. You couldn’t stop the whining and moaning as the feeling burned your lower stomach.

“There ya go.” Sanzu whispered, thumbs rubbing against the corners of your mouth. The tip of the back of your head is pressed into the surface as Mikey continues to move his hips back and forth, grinding into you at a steady pace while he goes deeper and deeper, purposefully aiming to get you to cream on his cock. He feels the tightening of your core, slick oozing out of you as his precum leaks inside of you. He’s not very concerned about whether you’re on birth control or not. At this point he doesn’t even care if he breeds you.

He bites his lip, soft moans and grunts escaping him as he released a curse. He can feel himself edging closer and closer to release, but he wants you to finish first. He wants to feel your vaginal walls wrap around his cock tightly and milk him dry.

At this point, the Haitani brothers have been cupping and rubbing their bulges throughout the ordeal, their cocks tight against their pants as the feeling becomes too overwhelming to ignore. They want to fuck into you so bad, Y/n.

Takeomi relights the cigar that’s been sitting in his mouth to distract himself from his raging hard on. At this point he’s leaking against his underwear.

You finally release a guttural moan as your grip tightens on Sanzu’s arm, nails piercing his skin as tears fall from your face. Your head is turned to the side before the blue eyed man forced your head back to face Mikey. He cursed when your pussy tightened around him, your hips bucking as you orgasm hard against him.

“Shit.” He hissed, head dropping to your shoulder as he fucks into you hard and fast, the tightening walls sending him straight to the edge before he milks himself inside you, cum filling you up as some leaks out of your hole. You both breathe heavily as you lay there for a moment.

Sanzu released his grip on your face as Mikey sat up, pulling himself out of you as he climbs off of your exhausted figure. Your legs fall to the surface, the pain in your calf long forgotten as you lie there. After a moment of silence, you were fucked hard by each executive. Some fucked your mouth and some fucked your pussy. It was amazing that nobody ended up double penetrating you. Kokonoi and Kakucho were hesitant participants but they eventually received their fair share of your body. At least they were a lot more gentle than the rest.

Once the sun rose, you had been laying in the same spot, dried semen, slobber, and tears everywhere. Your body was littered with bruises and scars. If you would’ve known that beginning the job would’ve ended up like this, you wouldn’t have joined. At least you’re not dead.

“When you joined Bonten, you vowed your life to me.” You couldn’t move. Your eyes were barely even open and you wondered if that was a hallucination or not.

“You belong to me.” Your head turned to the side to face your Boss, lazily. A finger traced the tattooed Bonten’s symbol that’s placed right in the middle of your breasts.

“You’ve been demoted.”

Your breath hitched when you felt the baton at your entrance.

“W-wai-!”

Your scream echoed throughout the room.

[myceliacrochet]

Hey friends, Neveen and Alram and their four children have gone nine days without donations. I don't know why, but every time I post about this family, the post doesn't do well and the donations don't change. I say this not as a criticism (I'm so proud of all of us tbh) but to seek insight on how I can better promote this family. I'm not really an influencer type -- in fact, I'm looking to delegate post-writing to other people and spend most of my time on the spreadsheet, if the spreadsheet ends up being helpful to people and I can find people to take on my posting obligations.

These kids are in serious danger of freezing. I don't know if you've seen, but kids are freezing to death right now in Gaza. Any money you could send Neveen's way would help so much.

I don't know if it's because they're vetted by association instead of just vetted, but if that's where the hesitation is coming from, let's all try to keep in mind that both are equally valid and there's little difference between the two. I've seen organizers with the Sidra Project talk with and about this family, they have confirmed they are real.

I've also noticed that ever since the U.S. election, raising funds on here has suffered significantly. I'm in the U.S., and I can definitely appreciate the need to attend to our own health and safety in preparation for the regime change. I am disabled and queer and very worried for myself and my friends. But I can't drop these families.

This community of people on Tumblr is the best group I've come across for raising money for Palestinians. Please let me know any changes I can make that can help Neveen's campaign, or that can benefit the community in general. Please check out Neveen's campaign and see if you can donate. The kids are straight up starving and freezing. Someone stole a lot of the kids' clothes from the wash recently. Please see if you can help.

Vetted by association by the Sidra Project (Omar #28's neighbor)

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Still no donations... What am I doing wrong

I don't know that people will even use the spreadsheet 😭 maybe I should stop

[kokonoiis]

BONTEN Members Profile and Facts :

BONTEN is a Japanese boy group formed by TR Entertainment known for hardly ever appearing in music videos or promotions. The group consists of 8 Members: Mikey, Sanzu, Kakucho, Mocchi, Takeomi, Ran, Rindou, and Koko.

Group Name Explanation : Bonten ( 梵天 ) is the Japanese name of the Hindu creator god Brahma.

BONTEN Official Fandom Name : Tennies BONTEN Official SNS :

Official Website: bonten. com/artists X ( Twitter ): official.bonten Instagram: bontenfficial Facebook: official.bonten Youtube: BONTEN.

BONTEN Member Profiles :

MIKEY :

Stage Name: Mikey ( マイキー ) Birth Name: Manjiro Sano ( 佐野 万次郎 ) Position: Leader, Main Vocalist Birthday: August 20, 1990 Zodiac Sign: Leo Chinese Zodiac Sign: Horse Height: 162 cm ( 5’4” ) Weight: 56 kg ( 123 lbs ) Blood Type: B Nationality: Japanese

Mikey Facts : - Mikey's favorite foods are dorayaki, omurice, and taiyaki - he dislikes spicy food - the person he respects or admires is himself - there is no one that Mikey dislikes or fears - Mikey was rated number 1 from Top 3 Worst Boyfriends

Show more Mikey fun facts

SANZU :

Stage Name: Sanzu ( 三途 ) Birth Name:  Akashi Haruchiyo ( 明司 春千夜 ) Position: Main dancer, visual, vocalist Birthday:  July 3, 1990 Zodiac Sign:  Cancer Chinese Zodiac Sign: Horse Height: 172 cm ( 5'8'' ) Weight: 55 kg ( 121 lbs ) Blood Type:  AB Nationality: Japanese

Sanzu Facts : - Sanzu has a very popular YouTube Channel shared with his sister, Senju Kawaragi ( Akashi Siblings ) - He dislikes spicy food, as it makes him sweat - The person he respects or admires is Mikey - The people he dislikes or fears are smothering people - Sanzu is ranked first in the Most Needy Significant Other Poll and number 2 in the question ' Who is the worst lover ? '

Show more Sanzu fun facts

KAKUCHO :

Stage Name: Kakucho ( 鶴蝶 ) Birth Name: Kakucho Position: Main Vocalist Birthday: October 2, 1987 Zodiac Sign: Libra Chinese Zodiac Sign: Rabbit Height: 179 cm ( 5'10'' ) Weight: 63 kg ( 139 lbs ) Blood Type: O Nationality: Japanese

Kakucho Facts : - Kakucho loves training - The person he respects or admires is Tenjiku's leader, Izana Kurokawa - There is no one he dislikes or fears - he ranked number 1 from the question ' Who is the best lover ? ' - He released a song with Izana Kurokawa named " Our Kingdom "

Show more Kakucho fun facts

MOCCHI :

Stage Name: Mocchi ( モッチー ) Birth Name: Mochizuki Kanji ( 望月 完爾 ) Position: Rapper, sub vocalist Birthday: March 9, 1988 Zodiac Sign: Pisces Chinese Zodiac Sign: Dragon Height: 192 cm ( 6'4'' ) Weight: 94 kg ( 207 lbs ) Blood Type: B Nationality: Japanese

Mocchi Facts : - Mocchi likes corn - His special skill is arm wrestling - The person eh respects or admires is Tenjiku's leader, Izana Kurakawa - The person he dislikes is Tenjiku member Shion Madarame - Mocchi once ate 50 jumbo dumplings for a contest

Show more Mocchi fun facts

TAKEOMI :

Stage Name: Takeomi Birth Name: Akashi Takeomi ( 明司 武臣 ) Position: Rapper, oldest Birthday: March 10, 1981 Zodiac Sign: Pisces Chinese Zodiac Sign: Rooster  Height: 183 cm ( 6'0'' ) Weight: 72 kg ( 159 lbs ) Blood Type: B Nationality: Japanese

Takeomi Facts : - Takeomi dislikes anything that takes a significant amount of effort from him - other members say his special skill is taking advantage of other people - His dream is to become a multimillionaire - Takeomi likes to say he's the father figure of the group, but the others say he's not very fatherly - He dislikes anyone who looks down on him

Show more Takeomi fun facts

RAN :

Stage Name: Ran Birth Name: Haitani Ran ( 灰谷 蘭 ) Position: Main Rapper, center Birthday: May 26, 1987 Zodiac Sign: Gemini Chinese Zodiac Sign: Rabbit Height: 183 cm ( 6'0'' ) Weight: 70 kg ( 154 lbs ) Blood Type: A Nationality: Japanese

Ran Facts : - Ran likes Yves Saint Laurent and Mont Blanc - he takes great care of his hair and regularly goes to beauty salons in Harajuku to get it done - Ran tends to get very close to people when they talk to him; everyone thinks he's being flirtatious or trying to intimidate, but in reality Ran does this because he is nearsighted - the person he respects or admires is Kakucho - the people he dislikes are Toman members Tetta Kisaki and Shuji Hanma

Show more Ran fun facts

RINDOU :

Stage Name: Rindou Birth Name: Haitani Rindou ( 灰谷 竜胆 ) Position: Vocalist, rapper, center Birthday: October 20, 1988 Zodiac Sign: Libra Chinese Zodiac Sign: Dragon Height: 172 cm ( 5'8'' ) Weight: 65 kg ( 143 lbs ) Blood Type: B Nationality: Japanese

Rindou Facts : - Rindou likes DJing and muscle training - he enjoys drinking alcohol at several times throughout the day - the person he respects or admires is Antonio Rodrigo Nogueira - the person he dislikes or fears is Ran Haitani - Rindou ranked number 2 from the question ' Who is the best lover ? '

Show more Rindou fun facts

KOKO :

Stage Name: Koko ( ココ ) Birth Name: Kokonoi Hajime ( 九井 一 ) Position: Vocalist, visual, maknae Birthday: April 1, 1990 Zodiac Sign: Aries Chinese Zodiac Sign: Horse Height: 174 cm ( 5'9'' ) Weight: 60 kg ( 132 lbs ) Blood Type: A Nationality: Japanese

Koko Facts : - Koko's special skill is standing behind others and being a big eater - his hobby is fortune telling with playing cards and swimming - he has bad eyesight and does not like to play ballgames or drive - Koko pokes his tongue out whenever he's feeling especially confident in himself - he ranked number 3 from the question ' Who is the best lover ? '

Show more Koko fun facts

Who is your BONTEN bias? ✔ Mikey      9,792 votes Sanzu      4,356 votes Kakucho      3,298 votes Mocchi      3,012 votes Takeomi      2,346 votesRan      8,986 votes Rindou      7,873 votes ✔ Koko      5,002 votes

NO ART IS MINE !! bonten idol art by @ kaya_iris on twt !!

[chaoticbiguysblog]

So, about the rumors of S8 being the last season of Eddie/Ryan, that are being spread lately,

I'm sorry but you don't have to have a cousin working on the show to realise that if that were the case, they wouldn't put him front and center for the BTS and promotional interviews, they wouldn't invest money into him as much as they are doing rn.

I'll give an example of abc's biggest show, Grey's Anatomy. TR Knight played George O'Malley, one of the main characters, S5 was his last, and his screentime for 24 episodes of S5 was less than that of Sandra Oh's screentime in the first 9 episodes. Katherine Heigl left the show in S6, her screentime and BTS presence was also severely reduced. Chyler Leigh left in S8 and Patrick Dempsey left in S11, and their screentime and BTS presence in their last seasons was minimal. This is network tv, not the fucking MCU, actors don't usually get grand goodbyes, they're faded out. At most their characters get a episode or two as a farewell, but the show and network most certainly don't put them front and center in the BTS and promotions. What's the point of pulling viewers in by using a character that's about to leave, it'll anger the fans and that'll only hurt the show, instead they put the character in the background, so that it softens the blow for the fans who care about the character, and the general audiences wouldn't care much for their departure bc they already had minimal presence in the current season.

Also, don't even get me started on the whole Oliver and Ryan distancing themselves from each other and the writers pulling Buddie apart, bc of the "crazy Buddie stans". Like, just a few months ago, Tim Minear was being harassed by some Buddie fans for cutting the karaoke scene, and he was mad about it and despite that, he defended the pairing and sane fans of the ship. Not to mention, in a season of 10 episodes, out of which, Buck and Eddie only appeared in 9 and their screentime was ~50 minutes, that's almost as much as S2 and 3. Like, they love the ship, and if Oliver was distancing himself from Ryan, trust me, we'd know, bc he's such a drama queen (affectionate).

TL;DR- Stop listening to baseless rumors from cousins of crew members, there's obviously a decent chance that Buddie might never happen but we'll cross that bridge once we have watched the 18 episodes of S8.

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

We also have this video from Shogo Suzuki who plays Baji, promoting the tr musical!

[aaronwaltke]

Hey Aaron, first I want to say a big congratulations to the whole Prodigy team on an awesome season 2! My question is, how come official TR social media platforms such as TikTok and Insta Reels weren't utilized in the promotion of Prodigy if it was aimed at a younger generation as those platforms are probably the best place to reach them? Are there any plans to do so in the future? Thanks!

I’m afraid my involvement in the marketing side of Prodigy is very little, beyond giving interviews and trying to boost what’s out there.

All I can really say is, if there is a gap where people aren’t aware of Star Trek: Prodigy Season Two, please fill it and help us spread the word!

As you can imagine, with the tumultuous situation the entertainment industry is in right now, the success of our show — and its future — needs all the support it can get at this critical time.

Retweets, word of mouth, grassroots support, fan art, essays, TikTok videos and Insta stories… anything and everything to make folks aware they should watch and watch on Netflix now will help us get more Prodigy, especially in the first month after release. 🖖

[madelynraemunson]

CALL OUT MY NAME ♛

(Book #2 of the Hellfire Gentlemen's Club Series)

CEO!bachelor!steve × fem!college grad!reader

𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐀𝐔 • 18+ | BOOK #1 (e.m.)

Chapter 003: Conflict of Interest

Sure, Vegas is pretty small. But little did you know a town called Hawkins, Indiana is a heck of a lot smaller.

↳ 001 (PROLOGUE) // 002 // 003 // 004 // 005 // 006 // 007 EPILOGUE

CW: slight age gap (steve is 31, sweets is 23) , tension both sexual and emotional, mentions of seggs tr@ff!ck!ng, dark past, profanities, manipulation, that's all i can think of for this chapter; mutual pining

card suits divider by @cafekitsune 🃏🧡

“WHAT ARE YOU WILLING TO DO?”

word count: 1.3k words

Chapter 002 recap:

"And the guy next to him?" Isabelle grimaces. "The erratic one with the stripper around his arm?"

Isabelle's lips tighten bitterly.

"That's Eddie Munson... my ex-husband."

♛

CHAPTER 003

“Your WHO?!”

You should've known.

You should've fucking KNOWN. The answers were right in front of you, clear as day.

But how could you have possibly had any inkling?! Eddie is such a common name.

And who's to say Eddie wasn't short for Edwin? Or Edward. Edgar, maybe. And the fact that the man owned a strip club? Isabelle never told you that.

But there were signs for that as well. You think back to earlier.

<< If I had a stripper in my life, I would treat her like a queen. >>

"THAT'S EDDIE?" you speak again. "Steve's buddy Eddie is your Eddie?!"

"Was my Eddie," Isabelle sharply corrects you. "Clearly he's someone else's now."

And without any further thought, Isabelle struts towards the group with her hands at her hips. You storm after her, curious as to where the strong need for confrontation came from.

"My, my..." Isabelle tsks, kissing her teeth. "Just how I left ya, Eddie. In the arms of some raunchy stripper."

<< If I had a stripper in my life, I would treat her like a queen. >>

When the group registers Isabelle, the atmosphere flips.

And it’s as if your whole world is jerked upside down too, watching your best friend’s past unfold before you—a past you thought you knew all about… but clearly didn’t.

"You have some damn nerve coming up to us," Shy Girl is the first to speak up. "After everything you've done."

"You have some damn nerve saying that to me," Isabelle counters with a satisfied smirk. "Wearing my set."

When the epiphany hits her, it's evident that Shy Girl goes through a whirlwind of emotions—denial, annoyance, anger, and perhaps a touch of embarrassment. Slowly, she pulls back, and Steve, ever-so-protectively, steps in, guiding her behind him as he offers his take on the situation.

“You really thought you did something walking up here, huh?” he hisses, a glare fixed on his face that is eerily similar to Isabelle’s. “The last four years mean nothing to you?”

“I can imagine they wouldn’t,” Eddie shrugs. “After all, she thinks of no one but herself.”

“ALL OF YOU put me through hell four years ago," Isabelle counters. "Must be absolute torment seeing a woman win for once in her life, huh?"

"You still with Terry?" Eddie chokes. "Or did you find some other man to use and manipulate? Or did you meet your match this time around and land yourself back in square one? Hence why you're here."

“Elle is doing just fine without you," you gather up the courage to say. "We're here to promote her lingerie line, actually. So you can pipe down."

“Elle?!” Eddie shrieks in disbelief. “ELLE. THAT'S the name you’re going by now?”

“What’s it to you?” you scoff, bitterly crossing your arms.

Your bestie’s ex-husband suddenly backs down. You can tell there’s a lot he wanted to say about the name but couldn’t figure out what.

“Nothin’,” he shrugs, tongue rolling around in his cheek. It certainly is something. “I just think it’s funny.”

“You think everything is funny, Eddie and that’s the problem," Isabelle scorns. "Putting your precious Hellfire Girls before me as they ran me out the club? Setting me up with your 'friend' who legit tried to traffic me? Screwing Chrissy Cunningham because you couldn't resist the idea that your High School Wet Dream finally wanted you after all these years? Putting me in physical and psychological turmoil that took me AGES to heal from?! Yeah...but I'm the devil."

"I never screwed Chrissy Cunningham, okay?" Eddie snaps. "By God, when are you going to let that rest?"

Your eyes trail over to Eddie's friends — and even his wife — all of them having an indecipherable gloss over their eyes. They squirm uneasily, noticeably more uncomfortable now, but still keeping their defensive stances.

BUT WAIT.

"Hold the fuck up," you raise your hand. "We're not going to gloss over what we just glossed over. You mean to tell me you almost got my best friend trafficked?!"

What WAS this life that your best friend lived before meeting you?! And why, after four years, are you just finding out about this now? In a random strip club in Vegas. An environment that now seems way too close for comfort. Could it be...?

"She left out the part where she pressed charges against MY husband and not Terry," Shy Girl barks. "Because she knew Eddie being in jail would entitle her to most of his assets. Makes her look like a goodie-two shoes."

"TERRY TRIED TO TRAFFIC YOU?"

"You know Terry?" Steve questions.

There's an alarm in his gaze, but it begins to illicit a softness the moment your eyes meet his. He raises a tender brow, eager for your input, but it seems you don't play a prominent role in this narrative.

"I know of him," you correct him. "Didn't know he tried to traffic Elle."

"So how'd you fund this business of yours?" Shy Girl questions Isabelle. "Daddy's money? Your leftover stripper money? Eddie's money that your lying ass wrongfully took?"

Your ears quirk up, and suddenly the environment is heavier.

"Leftover stripper money?" you can't help but echo.

"Wait a minute..." Shy Girl smirks. It's a memorable one.

An epiphany clicks as a dark laugh escapes her lips.

"Ohhh, it seems like your little friend didn't know you stripped, huh?What a surprise. You're in for quite the story time, girly."

You watch from the corner of your eye as Steve takes a cigarette break, a jitter in his hands so angry that it's practically seeping from his bones. Everyone else around begins to spew on about a phase in life that seemed so alien to you — all the while Steve's strong hands and delicious occupied lips were at the forefront of your attention.

A part of you feels bad that this is what you chose to hyper-fixate on. But can you really be blamed? Not when he looks like that.

"The courts are undoubtedly a just system," Isabelle snaps you back. "I deserved every penny in that settlement. I told nothing but the truth about my experience. Sorry if that taints the image you have of your husband."

"Funny how you're the one talking about telling the truth," Eddie chuckles. His gaze lands on you. "Wonder what else she doesn't know. Mind sharing with the class? Elle?”

"Even if she didn't know I was a dancer, she wouldn't have cared," Isabelle spits, speaking for you. "Women aren't objects Eddie. Kinda low of you to bag on the women who work for you."

"Who said I was bagging?" Eddie smirks. "What I'm getting at is that you're living a lie. And it's gonna catch up to you eventually, one way or another."

He steps towards his ex-wife with a seemingly newfound confidence, a rehearsed, amateur stance that still bothered Isabelle more than her exterior wanted to admit. You watch as she furrows her brows in retaliation, shaky fists clasped at her sides in rebellion.

"In fact, it looks like the day is here."

"We're leaving," Isabelle announces firmly. "Sweets and I are above this shit. This is the last thing we need."

<< If I had a stripper in my life, I would treat her like a queen. >>

Nothing made sense. Who knew the small, conservative, midwestern town that raised your best friend housed so many dark secrets? It makes you wonder if Isabelle would've even eventually told you this secret if the circumstances were better. It also makes you wonder what else she could be hiding.

You're drowning in your thoughts as Isabelle takes it upon herself to drag you out of the club. As an attempt to ground yourself to this —very odd — new reality, you turn around to get one last look at Steve and his friends.

And much to your surprise, before you can even sneak a glance at him, you notice that Steve was already looking your way too.

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[mecachrome]

your post made me so emotional, bc you're so right! i'm just so amazed how good and consistent their season was. oscar finished every single lap and lando is only 7 laps behind and they literally both scored points in 23 of 24 GPs. and they are the youngest driver pairing to ever bring home the wcc! impressive stroke of luck they are both at the team at the same time.

🧡🧡🧡 oscar's record is so impressive considering how close it got at certain points... and each time they failed to score points they were running at the front before unfortunate timing/incidents (miami + austria LOL)

anyway i think........ again, a lot of people willfully misunderstand the dynamic landoscar have had since 2023 because it's not as narratively rich as other teams on the grid and now that mclaren have a fast car it stands to reason that they crave tension and artifice to cheapen the team's success. the thing with landoscar is that they're both very raw talents in different ways, and therefore not at all like red bull or mercedes, who coming into the season already had multi-wdc winning drivers, or even ferrari who had one driver marginally in a championship fight and another with plenty of experience across the grid, from tr to renault to mcl to fer... with george too there's a very specific kind of hunger to him because he was held back at williams as long as possible (which very well could have been oscar's fate in another timeline... 😫), and was promoted only to watch merc's development fall off a cliff — these are all well-established drivers, winning drivers, drivers who have bounced from team to team, drivers with meticulous images, etc. etc. that don't align with lando's experience in formula 1

lando meanwhile is someone who has always been and will continue to be underestimated and misunderstood, which is a fact of life, but coming into this season he was 1) winless and 2) didn't have the flashy resume to speak to his clear and obvious consistency. because of oscar's complicated history and the ambiguity (to the naked media eye, divorced from real data analysis or objectivity) of lando's success, the overarching notion was basically (as lando had previously done with dr) eat or be eaten — that oscar could only be immediately better or worse than lando, perpetually, and that cherrypicked results spoke to the totality of each driver's potential.

and really... the reality is that they work because while lando maybe wasn't a prodigious talent à la 17 y/o max, he IS vastly experienced for his young age, and he has proven himself against older drivers his whole life, and even if oscar isn't so experienced he's still adaptable and clear-headed and mature and not what was made of him at the onset of his career. and we can see that lando and charles are desperately loyal in very similar ways (whether that be to their detriment or not), yet none of their previous teammates have ever come in and managed to work with them with the same drive and hunger and level of cooperation that oscar has proven this season. like people will watch mcl through the lens of wanting one to be washed, wanting oscar to immediately show up lando, etc. but they held their heads down and even through the papaya rules of it all proved that they could communicate, that they were willing to give each other points and wins back without fanfare, and that most of all the team held more worth than any momentary, fleeting individual glory....... and that comes from a shared understanding few driver pairings are capable of maintaining. so idk 🧡 maybe sometimes a team literally just isn't toxic. sorry

[summerongrand]

I totally agree. He's lying 😂. It's a marketing strategy, I think. Let the fans think they're stakeholders and they'll be more invested in the ship because they ~created~ it

Pushing for Chenford was for his own longevity on the show too, I think. Tim was an unlikeable character. He mentioned in earlier interviews that he was gonna sneak these glances at Lucy and see what happens.

[oneofthosecrazycatladies]

Meet Sara Minkara

She is a blind Lebanese-American woman currently serving as Special Advisor for International Disability Rights. She is only the second person ever to hold this position and was appointed in 2021. Her predecessor  was Judith Heumann, who served from 2010 to January 20, 2017.

Now, you might have noticed the four year gap between their tenures. You might have also noticed that Heumann’s tenure ended the day of D*nald Tr*mp’s inauguration. This isn’t a coincidence.

Not only did Tr*mp abolish this position of Advisor on Disability Rights but he also had information about the Americans with Disabilities Act (ADA) removed from government websites, which meant that people who are given protection by the ADA were not able to access information on exactly what their rights were and how to fight for those rights if the need arose.

When Joe Biden was elected, he reestablished the position of Special Advisor for International Disability Rights and also restored the information about the ADA.

I know it’s been said before, but I feel like it’s worth saying again. And again and again until it really sinks in. This isn’t about Tr*mp or Biden; this is about democracy and freedom. As a disabled person, I feel much safer in the hands of the old white guy who promotes disability rights, not the old white guy who actively causes harm to the disabled community.

(And by the way, I don’t understand why this doesn’t get brought up more because it’s so glaringly obvious. If Joe Biden does have health problems and becomes incapacitated, who steps in? Kamala Harris. You don’t like Joe Biden? Fine. You’re not just voting for Biden. You’re voting for Biden AND Harris.)

[an-ambivalent]

Can I request hcs for yandere Itachi and Deidara as they courted their s / o? What would make them kidnap her??

Warnings: As this is yandere fiction, this deals with behaviours  that can be uncomfortable and triggering to read. Read at your own risk. This work is purely fictional, I do not condone this behaviour irl. By clicking the 'read more/keep reading' you are consenting to read this at your discretion. Specific trigger warnings: stalking, brief implications of human tr**icking.

Also, I only wrote for Itachi. I was going to do both Itachi and Deidara but Itachi's scenario got too long and I don't feel like writing anymore (ya girls got essays due T_T)

(A/N: This is set in an AU where the Uchiha clan's massacre hasn't happened yet and Itachi is about 19+ years old; whatever age you like your men in dear reader)

What made him fall in love?

~Few months ago, you were finally promoted to ANBU. While you weren't made an ANBU at a prodigal young age like Itachi or Kakashi, it was still a commendable achievement to be promoted at your age. So far, majority of the missions you were assigned had been solos or with other insignificant characters from the show, and they hadn't been too life threatening. Until your first mission with the ANBU leader Itachi.

~Your mission was to assassinate the leader of a rebellious group who had been causing trouble for the businessman that had hired you. With the sensitive position he was in (double spy for his clan and the village), Itachi was long accustomed to setting his feelings aside and following the mission goal to a T, no matter what. Typically, so were you. However, in the admist of the mission, as you two were separately engaging in your assigned tasks, you had found that your employer was actually running a red district business involving people that were forced to be there. You had no time to discuss this with Itachi; your body acted on its own. You shielded the rebellious group leader just as Itachi was about to assassinate him, and instinctively sent your weapon of choice where you knew the businessman hit and killing him instead.

~Subsequent to getting Itachi caught up about the situation and prior to your departure back to the village, Itachi pulled you aside. With the most terrifying glare he could mustered, he told you off for your incompetency and jeopardizing the mission by putting your feelings first. He was going to threaten you to be demoted, but before he could, you returned his glare with one of your own, and had a kunai against his throat; ready to kill him.

Both of you knew that he could easily turn the situation around; but he held back momentarily, intrigued to see what someone like you, who dared to threaten your superior, the Uchiha heir much less, had to say.

"It's really easy for you to put aside your morals and blindly do whatever the Village and your clan tells you to because you were never strong enough to hold onto your humanity. But not all of us are cowards like you. Some of us are still human and value innocent lives - we fight to protect in what we believe in, not just heartless kill whatever the fuck those bastard elders tell us. Do what you want to do, I don't care." You hissed. Then, you pulled your kunai away from his neck, and walked away - not before scoffing at him one last time.

Your words had cut deep into Itachi. The entire way home, as not a single word was exchanged between the two of you, he could not stop thinking about how when he was younger, he too used to cherish human life. And while his entire life, everyone praised him for what a strong shinobi he was and he knew that, he got so lost in their words that he never realised that he had gotten too weak to even consider the possibility of following his own path, rather than the one his village or his clan had predetermined for him.

Courting:

~Itachi expressed his affections and 'confessed' subtly and indirectly. He would leave flowers by your front door step, your favourite snacks and drinks in your locker at the ANBU headquaters and they had little notes attached to him like:

I love your eyes when you smile.

Your beauty shines brighter than the moon.

I prefer the smells of rosemary over vanilla in your hair so why don't you always wear the rosemary shampoo instead?

~At first, you found notes and gifts from your secret admirer endearing. However, when they started showing up at your abode, and with notes that were obviously creepy like the third one, you were scared. You started to feel on edge, and with the nervousness of knowing they were watching you, you found it harder and harder to sleep.

~You were a trained ANBU; so evidently, less sleep didn't mean much. Until it was on like that for too long and all the exhaustion started to wear you down. The worst fright came when you had realised that you knew someone was watching you, but you never noticed someone watching you. This meant that whoever was your secret stalker admirer, was far more skilled predator than you were.

Kidnapping:

~Itachi waited for you to return his affections and confess to him. He thought he had made his feelings clear enough through his gifts and notes. But there was no change from you; you didn't approach him, or give any indication that you returned his feelings. Was it because of his clan? The village? Did you think they would get in your way and do something to you? Because if it was fear, he would protect you.

~Actually, the more he thought about it, the more he realised that they would get in his way. Before, Itachi would have just ignored his feelings in the favour of completing his assigned mission. However, to be good enough for you, he wanted to change and be true to himself. Itachi failed to realise that you didn't even know it was him who was your "secret admirer."

But, it was meant to be because of his new and last mission in Konohagakure. If he finishes this mission, he will have his clan off his back and the village elders won't be a problem. He will have to leave, and he will take you with him.

You were absolutely terrified when for once, you had finally managed to fall asleep, but then you were abruptly awaken from your deep slumber. You opened your eyes to find Itachi, staring down at you with his brilliant and petrified red eyes, and covered in blood. The sharingan pattern in his eyes was different from his typical three tomes, which scared you even more.

"You don't have to be scared anymore. Nothing will get in our way; we can be finally be together."