#This is literally the dumbest idea I've heard in a while

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Who's the idiot who spread that myth milk is pus? Turns out it spread so badly even my vegan (not brain damaged) roommate believes there's noticeable pus in cow's milk.

[taradactylus]

Been off from tumblr a bit but I just wanna share my general thoughts about TSAMS, especially today's episode...

‼️Quick warning for suicide and self harm mention‼️

I feel betrayed. I legit cried. Out of embarassment, betrayal, and pure but well-reserved anger.

I'm not going to be quiet about how to show handled Sun's problem. Not one fucking media type ever dares to normally bring up suicidal problems, the people who suffer from this, the amount of kids and adults who DIE from such thoughts. This isn't about the overly edgy teenagers who want to normalize cutting yourself is okey and cool. This is about the people who suffered for months and years with such conditions while the world made fun of them or ignored their calls for help. Ignored the signs.

USA doesn't have much of a public transport where the show is going on. But here we do. And a lot of trains are late every day. Late for hours because of "mechanical issues". 8 out of 10 times the mechanical issue is a local kid who jumped front of the train. A teenager fed up with life. An adult who lost their way. An ederly too impatient for death.

I have waited months. Months. To see how Sun deals with it. A character I fell in love with not in a romantic sense, a character who shared way too many of my own problems from hallucinations from abuse till betrayal. A character who was pushed and pulled their entire life around people who slapped you then said they love you. I wanted to see how he heals out from it.

The signs were there. Everywhere. Sun said it out loud once that he at least fantasized about death. EVEN OLD MOON KNEW ABOUT THIS! He literally told New Moon Sun would be capable of doing it.

So why... why through Miku, the character used as the "weird fandom girl" symbol do they bring up such a delicate topic? A topic that is not delicate because you have to tip toe around the people who live with self destructive thoughts day and night, but delicate because it matters to be properly heard out AND NO ONE LISTENS!

Not one fucking media listens. A lot of us out there rely on fandoms. Stories we can escape to because the world never listens. And call me a self-projector all you want dear creators or whoever writes the story, but you either just pulled the cheapest and most dumbest way to close off a story line with solving Sun's problems off-screen, or you just legit don't give a fuck about people who "self-projected".

Honestly, what if I did? What if in a sense, I saw myself in Sun? A Sunshine of a character ruined and changed by the things that happened to him. Am I not allowed to relate to him? Am I an annoying "fan-girl" for caring about how he heals because I myself have no idea how to do it either? Or am I like Miku for hoping someone calls out on his behaviour because that's something I've wanted my entire life and never got?

And here I am, still somehow hoping Sun is lying. That he is in denial. That there is more to what was shown... but honestly? How long should I wait and hope while the character I started to like is now becoming a bit too toxic?

And with all due respect, I'm taking this episode personally. The creators watch the fandom. Probably have their secret accounts to see what the people theorize. And if Sun is not lying, and suicide is an annoying topic and we are self-projecting too much onto Sun, with all due respect, dear creators... grow the fuck up and educate yourself.

I don't need the world to pity my ass for having self-harming habits, wishing to die and even attempted suicide before (I'm getting my ass to therapy in the meantime so do not worry about me), but all I want from content creators to fucking educate themselfes before bringing up such topics. TO CARE A BIT MAYBE?!

I have survived my worst times, but not everyone does (it's not about who is weaker or stronger, only utter guilt held me back, without that I'd be long gone), andI want for those who has no help feel like they're heard and seen. Cause literally that's all itt takes sometimes to maybe save someone's life.

So yeah. I'm utterly disappointed in this episode. Not because I want the world to know that I'm suicidal and everyone should tip toe around me and "omg pls give me attention" ect ect ect...

Im disappointed because I had hopes for TSAMS to maybe, maybe be an example and bring this topic up normally for a change. But well... here goes my hope for an educational approach of suicide and self harm in a popular show.

[festive-unserious-fellow]

Okay yeah no I need to yell abt Valentino's behavior during Stayed Gone and the scenes surrounding it some more because it makes me rEALLY FUCKING FRUSTRATED-

First of all: Val is partially the reason Stayed Gone even happens in the first place. While I do believe Vox would've done something similar had he figured out Al was at the hotel some other way, Val still encouraged Vox to react the way he did. The smiles, the teasing, the way he subtly reminds Vox why he hates Alastor in the first place... it's all very intentional. He is purposefully trying to get Vox pissed off. He wants a show. A show that he KNOWS is going to cause damage to the Vees image, which he also knows is very important to Vox. He also ABSOLUTELY could've told Vox this information sooner! He probably heard about Alastor being at the hotel from Angel, and we know that episode one takes place like a week after the pilot. Val probably knew Alastor was there for at most a week before he told Vox. He was saving that information(for some fucking reason idfk). And like to be fair I don't think just randomly bringing that up to Vox would be a very good idea, but like. Val also picked a really weird time to tell him anyway so. There was probably some kind of ulterior motive there. Also I've seen a couple people saying this so I'm just gonna get it out of the way right now: THIS IS ABSOLUTELY NOT THE SAME THING AS VOX SUBTLY MANIPULATING VAL TO GET HIM TO CALM DOWN. Vox did that as a way to prevent Val from shooting up a fucking building, one that also happened to contain the LITERAL PRINCESS OF HELL!!! There was no waiting for Val to calm down in that scenario, he had to get him to stop. Val was also literally throwing shit at him??? Fuck I'm surprised Vox didn't pull the manipulation card sooner. I've gone into it in depth before but for the sake of this post I'm going to reiterate: FIGHTING BACK AGAINST SOMEBODY WHO HAS BEEN THROWING SHIT AT YOU AND IS ACTIVELY THREATENING TO DO SOMETHING LIKE SHOOT UP A BUILDING WITH THE SECOND MOST POWERFUL BEING IN HELL INSIDE IS NOT ABUSE!!!!!!!!!! LIKE HOLY FUCK I SHOULDN'T EVEN HAVE TO SAY THIS IT'S NOT EVEN FUCKING CLOSE TO ABUSE YALL NEED TO STOP SAYING THIS SHIT!!!!!!!! Vox was trying to prevent Val from doing something OBSCENELY stupid, Val was actively encouraging Vox to do the dumbest fucking thing possible. These actions are not the same. They do not carry the same weight.

*ahem* Anyways, that brings us to the singing portion of Stayed Gone, which to be fair Val isn't really in all that much. But when he IS, boy howdy is he NOT acting like somebody who was very clearly trying to get this reaction literally 30 seconds ago. He shows up like. 3 times. And every time he looks put off by Vox's behavior. BITCH YOU WANTED THIS THE FUCK!?!?!?!? This is the part that makes me really mad. I don't even know WHY it's so upsetting to me- the manipulation is shitty yeah but to have the fucking GAUL to act like you weren't TRYING TO GET THIS REACTION afterwards is just. What. No! What???? That's. What the fuck???? You are not allowed to encourage somebody to make a public fool of themself and then be embarrassed when they make a public fool of themself. It is simply against the rules. Also his complete disinterest during the meeting scene... like okay, lets contrast this with Velvette's behavior for a second, right? She also looks upset during Stayed Gone, but she didn't egg Vox on the way Val did, in fact she probably had no idea what was going on until the song started, so she gets a pass. Then, during the meeting scene, she. She actually participates. She gives genuine suggestions and actually pays attention to what Vox & Val are saying. I'm on the fence over wether this should be considered bare minimum or not because, while Al forming an alliance with Charlie WOULD be a big deal, we don't actually know how much this would effect specifically the Vees so. Idk. But still she's doing more than fucking Val!!! Valentino "someone who owes us much more than money" HazbinHotel is just sitting there, bedazzling his gun, giving weird vague suggestions that barely even apply to the situation. Velvette wins this interaction, gold star for her, because LITERALLY WHAT THE FUCK VAL-

Anyways, in conclusion, Val's behavior in this scene makes me really mad and is thus far completely unjustified by the narrative. Vox never does anything even REMOTELY similar to him, at least not that we know of, and Velvette, the person who is MUCH LESS INVOLVED IN VOX AND ALASTOR'S BULLSHIT THEN VAL IS, is still somehow taking the situation more seriously then Val, who is, once again, LITERALLY THE ONE WHO ENCOURAGED THIS BULLSHIT!!!! The bar was on the floor and yet Val somehow managed to limbo his way under it. I hate it here.

[nerves-nebula]

"the actors don't like the ship it makes them uncomfortable!" yeah that does not and never has mattered. they're actors. they act as characters. they are not the characters themselves, they do not have a say in how you think of or portray the characters they act as. this is not real person fanfiction. Alex is just a homophobic creep.

anyway after talking to my friend i've decided to just tell you guys. the series i hate is The Mandela Catalogue. it's so shit. absolute garbage. Plays into every ableist trope in the book.

If you try to analyze the way characters are coded to be scary or creepy or "inhuman" it's 99% of the time just them being disabled or neurodivergent or some other marginalized identity.

the fascist undertones of the series are incredibly evident, from the stranger-danger propaganda being given at face value with no commentary on how fucked up it is to just say it's reasonable for you to shoot someone you think is an alternate/looks weird (are white people not aware of all the poc and disabled people who get shot and attacked cuz their existence is seen as threatening?)

the public announcement shit is literally fear mongering except it's in universe proven to be correct because the universe alex has created is an inherently fascist one where innocent white Christians and their innocent white children are under attack from Real Demons (where have i heard that one before)

the THINK principles are akin to a cults guideline. how is the scary thing here that there are weird looking people out there that will Say Scary Shit to you (the idea of an Unknowable Truth as it's alluded to in tmc is bullshit and one of the dumbest Monster powers I've ever heard of) instead of the fact that society is gonna collapse because this shit will make people paranoid as hell, and start shooting their neighbors. But no, that would make it a GOOD series with something INTERESTING to say.

OH and the fact that the enemies in the series are somehow supposed to Look Just Like You (they could be anyone!!) but also look biologically impossible (so many of the alternates + The intruder just look like disabled or disfigured people put through a scary filter)

and hey, while we're here, can we think of any other examples of tropes in media in which all of these apply to The Enemy?

looks very similar to REAL humans, so much so that they could fool you into thinking they ARE one! and yet are also somehow inherently biologically different in a way you are capable of figuring out just by looking at them.

has dark beady eyes and a hooked/big/prominent nose (thinking of the intruder specifically here)

Kidnaps your children for their own nefarious means (blood libel)

Kidnaps/corrupts your children by controlling the media/technology/TV screens.

Desire world domination/is part of some big conspiracy stretching far into the past

Guilty for the death (or in this instance possibly the replacement of) Jesus Christ

depicted as literal demons

Hint! it's antisemitism! it's always fucking antisemitism!!! Coming from a man who's main source of inspiration is his Christianity & mental health issues (though he doesn't seem to mind demonizing the symptoms of mental illnesses he hasn't had personal experience with) i'm not surprised! Though I am disappointed, because he supposedly wants to be a writer, and he doesn't seem very aware of any of the tropes he's propagating. like c'mon man, i thought you liked literature.

I could make another list exactly like that one but for ableism, but if i committed that hard then we'd be here all day.

Alex has even started using words like Degenerate/Degeneration in promotional material too (which if you know anything about fascist rhetoric is a bad sign) not to mention his weird behavior around queer headcanons/shipping and his tendency to mock people who read queer subtext into his work.

The only good things that come from the mandela catalogue are from the fandom but even the fandom can't stop talking about how SUBVERSIVE and UNIQUE it is when it's literally just regurgitated reactionary talking points. The fandom also loves reinforcing Alex's weird ass "no gay shipping" mandate.

like, he clearly doesn't mind the inclusion of romances. Adam had a girlfriend. what he says he minds is "sexualization" which just so happens to include every instance of two male characters looking at each other or holding hands (because being gay is inherently sexual to him, which is homophobic btw. not a "boundary")

i could write essays about how every little single aspect of this series is, thematically speaking, dogshit garbage which appeals to the majority and barely admits the rest of us exist (which i wouldnt even care about so much if people didn't act like this series was at all unique or subversive)

I've talked for fucking hours about how every time i think it can't get any worse it somehow does. i've barely touched on the ableism here, haven't even mentioned the racism OR how all the female characters are defined by their relations to the male characters.

ALL THIS. ALL THIS!!! And all you see about it is praise praise PRAISE. but guys. it's just BAD.

side note: if this post makes you feel the need to tell me why it's actually good: don't! i really dont care if you like it, good for you i guess. as far as i'm concerned the fans of it are the best part of the whole damn series (to be clear the fandom has its own problem but even then. it's generally fine) but it is NOT good source material.

[sparkymalone]

There was two beds and they STILL FUCKED

This one is literally just smut, guys. I'm sorry, I know you expect better from this good Christian blog.

Hajime stared at the guest room, brows knitted. This wasn't what he was expecting at all. In fact, this was really going to throw a wrench into his plans for the evening. He couldn't believe that this was happening.

There were two beds.

Under any other circumstances, that would have been good news, but not now, not with what Hajime had been planning.

Hajime had been invited to a party with Chiaki's classmates, which he had happily agreed to. Sonia was hosting the party, and had invited everyone to stay overnight. For whatever reason, there weren't enough guest rooms for everyone to have their own, so Sonia had taken the liberty of assigning everyone roommates.

As soon as Hajime found out he was going to be sharing a bedroom with Fuyuhiko, an idea had formed in his mind. This was going to be the perfect opportunity to finally confess his feelings for the other boy.

There would probably only be one bed, because that felt like the sort of silly, cliche nonsense that always happened around their group. Hajime would convince Fuyuhiko that it was fine, and the two of them would share the bed. Then, while they laid in bed together, they could have a moment where one of them rolled over and caught the other one staring at them longingly, and then they could admit their feelings and kiss, and-

And it didn't matter anymore. There were two beds, so Hajime's entire plan was ruined. He sighed dramatically as he walked into the room.

Behind him, he heard Fuyuhiko ask, “The hell's wrong with you?”

Hajime shook his head. “Nothing. Don't worry about it.”

Fuyuhiko rolled his eyes as he followed him into the room. “Whatever, dumbass.”

They got ready, undressing as much as they were comfortable with, and each climbed into their own bed. Once they were settled, Hajime turned off the lamp on the nightstand between the beds. “Goodnight,” he murmured into the darkness.

“Night,” Fuyuhiko replied quietly.

Silence fell over the room. Hajime lay awake for a long time, staring up at the ceiling, lamenting his ruined plan. He had been so excited to finally have a good way to express his feelings to Fuyuhiko. Having the opportunity ripped away like this was just plain irritating.

He could always just tell the other boy normally, he supposed, but that felt like it would take a lot more courage than just rolling over in the middle of the night. Maybe he could find a way to climb into Fuyuhiko's bed? Like he could go to the bathroom, and then when he came back-

“Hey… Are you awake?”

Hajime's thoughts were interrupted by Fuyuhiko's soft voice. He turned to face the other boy in the dark, though he could only see his silhouette. “...Yeah, I'm awake.”

He heard some shuffling from Fuyuhiko's bed. “Shit, I can't sleep,” the yakuza heir sighed.

Hajime rolled onto his side facing Fuyuhiko's bed. “Is something wrong?”

“I don't know,” Fuyuhiko replied. “I just feel kinda restless. It's weird.”

The gears in Hajime's head started turning, thinking about how he could use this situation to his advantage. “...Would it help if we were in the same bed?”

He could hear Fuyuhiko snort. “What?! Why would that help?”

Cringing at his own clumsy attempt, Hajime forged ahead. “I don't know, maybe you just need, like… a comforting presence or something.”

Fuyuhiko laughed, causing Hajime's heart to sink. “What the fuck, man? That's the dumbest thing I've ever fuckin' heard.”

“Shut up,” the brunette grumbled, rolling onto his back and glaring at the ceiling. “I'm just trying to help.”

“If you want to sleep in my bed, just say that.”

Hajime whipped his head around to face Fuyuhiko again. “...What?”

He couldn't see Fuyuhiko's face, but he could make out his movements as he lifted the sheets invitingly. “Get over here, dumbass.”

There was a brief pause, neither of them moving a muscle, but then Hajime was out of his bed, climbing in beside Fuyuhiko. He settled into the sheets facing his friend.

This close, he could make out Fuyuhiko's features in the dark. He was watching Hajime, cheeks flushed. The two of them laid silently next to each other for a long while, studying each other carefully.

Finally, Fuyuhiko broke the silence. “Is this what you wanted?”

“What do you mean?” Hajime responded, brow furrowing.

“Don't play dumb,” Fuyuhiko snapped. “This is what you wanted, right? That's why you got all weird about there being two beds?”

Hajime's face flushed and he stared silently at his bedmate. He had no idea that Fuyuhiko had read him so easily.

The blonde continued when Hajime didn't respond. “I mean, it's fine. I, uh… was kinda hoping for something like this, too.”

That caught Hajime's attention. “...Really?”

Fuyuhiko nodded, shifting slightly closer to Hajime. “I thought… sharing a bed might be a good… opportunity.”

Hajime couldn't believe what he was hearing. Fuyuhiko had been thinking almost the exact same way that he was. “...Can I kiss you?” he blurted.

The yakuza heir let out a soft laugh. “Yeah, obviously.”

Immediately, Hajime moved forward, kissing Fuyuhiko. It started as just their closed mouths pressed against each other, but after a moment their lips slotted perfectly together, tongues hesitantly meeting. Their limbs tangled together as their mouths worked.

The kiss quickly devolved into them desperately making out. A quiet moan slipped past Fuyuhiko's lips, and Hajime pulled him tight against his body.

After a few minutes, Fuyuhiko broke the kiss, panting. “Christ, Hajime,” he murmured. “Your fuckin' dick…”

Hajime was embarrassed to realize that he was rock hard, and even more embarrassed to realize that his obvious erection was pressed against Fuyuhiko. “S-Sorry… Should I-”

He cut off with a moan as a hand rubbed him through his boxers. “Now this is what I was hoping for,” Fuyuhiko purred.

Shocked, Hajime stared at the other boy, studying his features in the darkness. He was flushed and breathing heavily, but he looked awfully smug as he continued to rub Hajime's cock. The taller boy's hips bucked and he reached down to grasp Fuyuhiko's hips.

“This is what you wanted?” Hajime asked in disbelief, pulling Fuyuhiko's hips forward. He was pleasantly surprised to find the other boy just as hard as he was.

“Yeah, duh,” Fuyuhiko responded, raising his legs to wrap around Hajime's thighs. “What's the point of that stupid ‘one bed’ cliche if you don't fuck?”

Hajime couldn't help his bemused laugh. “I mean, I guess so…”

The blonde peered up at him hesitantly, his confidence wavering. “Do you not want to?”

Quickly, Hajime shook his head. “I want to! Of course I want to, I'm just surprised.” He pulled Fuyuhiko flush against him. “I had no idea you liked me back.”

“That's because you're a dumbass,” Fuyuhiko practically purred, wrapping his arms around Hajime's neck and moving closer. He paused when his lips were only inches away from the other boy's. “I could tell you liked me real easy.”

The brunette swallowed hard, moving his hands to cup Fuyuhiko's ass. “Shit, was I that obvious?”

Fuyuhiko laughed softly. “Yes. You absolutely were. But right now,” he rutted forward, grinding against Hajime and making them both groan, “you have something more important to worry about.” Another thrust. “Namely, putting your dick in me.”

Hajime closed the distance between them, kissing Fuyuhiko roughly. His partner gave a pleased hum that quickly turned into a moan as Hajime started grinding back. The taller boy was still completely shocked by this turn of events, but that didn't mean he was going to give up this opportunity.

He slid one hand into Fuyuhiko's underwear, cupping his bare ass and running his fingers along the cleft. “You want me to fuck you?” he asked in what he hoped was a sexy, low voice.

The way Fuyuhiko shivered made him think it worked. “Fuck yes,” the yakuza heir gasped, attention fully focused on the hand on his backside.

Hajime hummed his approval, sliding his fingers down the valley of Fuyuhiko's ass, not stopping until he found his entrance. He rubbed his fingers against the other boy's hole, loving both the way it felt and the look on Fuyuhiko's face.

The blonde was biting his lip, eyes closed and brows knitted. He made a soft noise, rocking back against Hajime's fingers, making it very clear that he wanted more. When Hajime started pressing into him, however, his eyes shot open in alarm. “W-Wait! You can't put them in dry!”

Hajime's eyes widened and he withdrew his hand. “Sorry… I've, um… never done anything like this before.”

Fuyuhiko grabbed his wrist. “Me neither, but I've… y'know… fingered myself,” he admitted, blushing. He brought Hajime's hand to his face. “...Well, since we don't have any actual lube…” He wrapped his lips around two of Hajime's fingers, licking and sucking them to coat them in saliva.

Hajime watched his mouth work, feeling his cock twitch at the display. “...Fuck,” he breathed. “We're really gonna do this, huh?”

The blonde released his fingers, nudging Hajime's hand towards his back again. “Yeah… Are you still okay with that?”

“Absolutely,” Hajime replied without missing a beat. He leaned in to kiss the other boy deeply as his hand slipped into his underwear again. When his fingers found Fuyuhiko's entrance, he didn't even hesitate before pushing one inside.

Fuyuhiko broke the kiss with a gasp, eagerly pushing back to take Hajime's finger deeper. “Hn, fuck yes,” he moaned. Another pleased moan left his throat as a second finger entered him. “God, being stretched by someone else's fingers feels so much better than doing it myself…!”

Hajime huffed out a laugh, watching his partner's face contort in pleasure. He pumped his fingers into Fuyuhiko's hole, relishing each gasp and moan he drew from the other boy's lips. “Bet you my cock is going to feel even better,” he suggested in a low tone.

The blonde smirked at him, eyes half-lidded. “Oh, I'm sure it will,” he purred. He rocked into Hajime's hand for a while, moaning softly. Eventually, though, it wasn't enough. He pulled Hajime's fingers away and pushed him backwards. “Get your fuckin' clothes off.”

Scrambling to comply, Hajime kicked off his boxers and laid back. He watched Fuyuhiko strip off his shirt and briefs, trying to study every detail of the other boy's slender body in the darkness. He certainly hoped that this wouldn't be the last time he got to see Fuyuhiko naked, but just in case, he wanted to remember it.

The yakuza heir moved forward, reaching out to grasp Hajime's cock. He stroked it a few times, making his partner groan. “Damn, Hajime,” Fuyuhiko breathed, and Hajime could hear the smirk in his voice. “You're way bigger than I expected.”

Hajime furrowed his brow, feeling a little miffed that the other boy had apparently thought so little of him. “Hey-” he began to protest, but he was cut off as Fuyuhiko leaned down and plunged his cock into his mouth. Hajime gasped, watching his erection disappear between Fuyuhiko's lips, barely resisting the urge to buck his hips.

The blonde bobbed his head a few times, licking and sucking Hajime's cock, coating it with spit. He sat up after a moment, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “I don't mean it in a bad way,” he continued. “Just wasn't prepared for something so big.”

Despite his hesitation, Fuyuhiko moved to straddle Hajime's hips. He positioned his partner's cock under him, rubbing the tip against his entrance, moaning at the sensation.

Hajime, still a little annoyed, took hold of the other boy's hips and immediately began pulling him down. Fuyuhiko gave a startled cry as Hajime's cock breached his hole, but he didn't try to stop him. Rather, he compliantly slid further down his partner's length, letting out a stuttered groan as he was stretched.

“Holy shit,” Fuyuhiko gasped, pausing his movements. His brows knitted as he concentrated on staying relaxed. “Nnh… I thought this would be a lot easier…”

Suddenly, all Hajime felt was concern for his partner, his irritation completely erased by the tight heat surrounding his cock. “Are you okay? Should we stop?”

But Fuyuhiko shook his head emphatically. “Hell no! I'm… mmn, I'm gonna take your whole cock… even if it kills me…!”

Hajime felt his erection throb in spite of the other boy's dramatic words. He resumed slowly pulling Fuyuhiko down, watching his reaction carefully. The blonde simply bit his lip and allowed himself to be eased onto Hajime's cock.

Once he was fully seated, Fuyuhiko let out a low groan. “Fuck, that's good…”

A small smile pulled at Hajime's lips. “You like it?” He had never thought of himself as particularly well-endowed, but the way Fuyuhiko was acting was certainly an ego boost.

“Mmn, yeah,” the yakuza heir responded, shifting his weight as he adjusted to being so full. “Never had anything this deep before…” He smirked down at Hajime, inner muscles flexing a bit.

Hajime couldn't help bucking up into the other boy, earning a soft gasp. He kept his grip on Fuyuhiko's hips, gently helping to lift him when he finally began raising himself up. Fuyuhiko dropped back down on Hajime's cock, moaning openly. He repeated the action, letting out another loud moan.

Fuyuhiko began rising and falling along Hajime's length, slowly at first, but rapidly gathering speed. A continuous stream of moans and whines escaped his throat as he plunged himself down onto his lover's cock. He braced his hands against Hajime's chest, using them for leverage.

The taller boy watched him intently, absolutely loving the sight of his cock disappearing into Fuyuhiko's body. He used his grip on Fuyuhiko's hips to help move him up and down, bucking his own hips in a desperate attempt to fuck the other boy harder. Hajime's moans were much quieter than his partner, but just as frequent.

“Mmn… Hajime…!” Fuyuhiko gasped, bouncing faster. He gazed down at his lover, panting, eyes dark and hungry. “Fuck…! F-Feels so good!”

Hajime moved his hands to cup Fuyuhiko's ass, sliding his fingers down to where their bodies were joined. He groaned at the feeling of his partner's hole stretched around his cock. He bucked his hips hard, wanting so much more of Fuyuhiko's body.

With a loud moan, Fuyuhiko slammed himself down, taking Hajime as deep as possible. He rocked his hips, grinding down onto Hajime's dick, eyelashes fluttering as pleasure flooded through him. He arched his back, just enjoying being so full.

The taller boy licked his lips, watching Fuyuhiko, loving how pleased he looked. Hajime rubbed his fingertips against the rim of his lover's hole. “You look amazing,” he breathed.

Fuyuhiko smirked at him, inner muscles clenching. “Hah… You like how I look taking your cock?”

Hajime raised himself into a sitting position, pulling Fuyuhiko into his lap. He kissed the smaller boy roughly, tongues clashing. He buried himself as deeply as he could, holding Fuyuhiko's hips in place, groaning. This was way more than Hajime had expected to happen (although he had certainly hoped) and he wanted to savor every moment.

His partner was much too impatient for that, however. Fuyuhiko kissed him back desperately, draping his arms over Hajime's shoulders as he moaned into his mouth. He started rocking his hips almost immediately, grinding against his lover, and he quickly resumed bouncing in Hajime's lap. He gasped and whined, fucking himself on Hajime's cock.

Overwhelmed by pleasure, Hajime bit down on Fuyuhiko's lower lip, making him mewl. He bucked his hips to meet each of the smaller boy's movements, pounding into his hole as well as he could. “Fuck, Fuyuhiko…” he hissed, dropping his head onto his lover's shoulder.

“Nng…! More, please, fuck…!” the blonde whined, bouncing harder. “Make me fuckin' cum…!”

With a groan, Hajime began pulling him down harder. He moved to kiss and bite Fuyuhiko's neck, nearly losing himself in the tight heat of his body. “Hah, yeah… I'll make you cum…” he muttered deliriously against the other boy's freckled skin.

It didn't take long for both of them to near the edge. Fuyuhiko arched his back with a moan, reaching between them to desperately stroke his own cock. “‘M so fuckin' close…!”

“Me, too,” Hajime panted, nipping at his throat. “...Can I cum in you?”

“Fuck yes!” Fuyuhiko replied without missing a beat. His hips bucked helplessly as he continued riding his lover. “Cum in me, please!”

It only took a few moments for Hajime to do as he was told. He yanked Fuyuhiko down hard, holding him in place with his cock buried to the hilt. He bit down on the yakuza heir's neck as his cock pulsed, spilling deep inside of him.

Fuyuhiko let out a strangled moan, rapidly stroking himself to completion as he rocked against Hajime's hips. He cried out as his orgasm finally crashed over him and his cum shot onto Hajime's stomach.

They sat there for a long moment, panting and holding each other tightly as they came down from their high. Hajime pressed slow, soft kisses against Fuyuhiko's neck and shoulder, soothing the bite marks he had left. His partner hummed quietly, enjoying the affection.

Finally, Hajime sat up. “...Wow,” he managed.

Fuyuhiko snorted, grinning at him tiredly. “That's all you have to say? ‘Wow’?”

“Would ‘holy shit’ be better?” Hajime asked. He raised an eyebrow at the other boy, but he was smiling.

The blonde buried his face in Hajime's shoulder, muscles clenching reflexively, earning a hiss of discomfort. “Sorry, not used to having something so big in me,” he admitted, cheeks flushed.

Hajime nuzzled against him. “That's fine. I'm not used to being inside something so tight, either.”

Fuyuhiko laughed softly. After a pause, he asked, “So, is this what you wanted?”

“N-No!” Hajime replied. He realized how that probably sounded, so he kept going. “I mean, I was kinda wishing something like this would happen, but all I was actually planning on was telling you how I feel and maybe some kissing. That's it.”

The yakuza heir raised his head to smirk up at him. “Relax, dumbass. I know you're not some creep that was just hoping for an easy fuck.” He sat up, stretching. “Anyway, go ahead.”

Hajime blinked in confusion. “Go ahead?”

“We kissed, like you wanted, but you haven't told me how you feel, right?” Fuyuhiko smiled mischievously. “So go on. Tell me.”

The taller boy flushed, looking back at him incredulously. “I-I can't just say it out of nowhere…”

“It's not out of nowhere, you literally still have your cock in me.”

Hajime had to concede. “Fine. Yeah. Uh…” He paused. “Wait, you already know that I like you,” he accused, thinking back to their earlier conversation.

Fuyuhiko raised an eyebrow at him. “Yeah, duh. But I still wanna hear it from you.”

All of his nervousness drained away and Hajime sighed. “I like you. And I want to go out with you.”

Despite egging him on, Fuyuhiko blushed at his confession. “Y-Yeah… I like you, too. Be my dumbass boyfriend.”

“That's such a you response,” Hajime teased, leaning in to kiss him softly.

“Shut up,” Fuyuhiko replied between kisses. He carefully pulled himself off of Hajime's dick but stayed in his lap, returning to his mouth.

“This is what I was hoping for,” Hajime murmured, smiling into the kiss.

Fuyuhiko huffed out a quiet laugh. “And you didn't even need some stupid ‘one bed’ trope to do it.”

And yes, I'm poking fun at my own "only one bed" story, lol

Fun fact: I got this ask around the same time that phantom posted a comic about there being multiple beds but Hajime and Fuyuhiko still fucking, and it was really funny to me. I think I got the ask first, because I remember thinking "wow, what a weird coincidence."

I have an upcoming ask that also came right before something phantom posted that was related. Maybe it's not a coincidence. Maybe it's a conspiracy!?

Anyway, I hope you liked the story, lol

[zaritarazi]

The thing is 90% of the time you can find me on a discord call while i'm making the dumbest content imaginable and i will undoubtedly start talking about the crows in the netflix show which will cause ari to say some of the funniest shit i have ever heard and last night we got some new classics including "the crows are in their filler arc because they literally don't exist at this point in the book's narrative. they're not even close to their chunin exams. they're trying to see kakashi's face. they're stuck in the computer with team four star while everyone else is in battle city."

And then ari also added "it's like if supernatural decided to re-record the first 4 seasons to include castiel" and i said "that's the funniest idea i've ever heard" and i stand by that

[pure-garbage]

Two-Faced Archipelago! The Smile Of Sabaody

The town built on a cluster of ancient mangroves was bright and lively, beckoning Lana with novel sights and sounds.

"You still remember the dock number?" she triple-checked.

"For the last time, yes!" Zoro grumbled.

"Okay. Here, try this."

Zoro accepted a mug from her, sampling its contents with a discerning flair.

"Not bad. Where'd you get it?" he asked.

"That shop. It fronts a distillery."

"Wanna stop in for a while?"

"Maybe on our way back. Gimme some of your hair. I'm gonna split for a while."

He accepted the knife she offered, obliging her request even as he questioned it.

"What do you need my hair for?"

"I heard there's a stall a few streets over that make up vivre cards. I'm going to get them to make us one each," Lana explained.

"What for?"

"Just to have. The whole concept is so neat, I can't resist!"

"If you say so. What do you say we meet back here in an hour?"

"Uh..."

Lana considered the idea of Zoro intentionally trying to find his way back to one specific spot and paled a little at the thought of the chaos that would almost certainly ensue.

"Don't worry about it... I don't know how long this'll take. I'll just find you when it's done, 'kay?" she proposed instead. She didn't wait for him to accept, just ran off before he could protest, leaving him shaking his head.

"With her awful sense of direction?" he scoffed, unaware of the cruel irony. "I'll be lucky to ever see her again."

Lana left the stall with her freshly minted vivre cards much sooner than she'd anticipated.

"Now, Zoro," she muttered to herself as she stepped out into the street. "Where are you?"

She walked for about three minutes before a woman's inconsolable wailing pierced the calm of the grove.

"Yep," she sighed. "Bet my sash that's where Zoro's at."

Lana high-tailed it in the direction the screams, heading for the source of the commotion. Soon, she rounded a corner, but what she saw stopped her cold.

"Z-Zoro!"

He sat on the grass, red covering his head and dripping down off his chin.

"What did you do?! I left you alone for like, twenty minutes! Whose blood is that?" Lana demanded. Her head whipped around, but she didn't see bodies or anyone else injured. Her sole focus turned to Zoro. "Can you stand? What happened?!"

"I'm fine, it's red berry sauce," Zoro grunted, taking her hand and pulling himself up. "You're not gonna believe this, but some crazy chick just knocked me down and splashed it all over me. On purpose."

"What? That's all? I mean, that's pretty bizarre, but I thought you hurt someone. Or got hurt. Mostly hurt someone else, though."

Lana wiped a finger through the red substance and popped it into her mouth, confirming Zoro's claim.

"I almost did," Zoro admitted. "Some whacky guy in the dumbest outfit I've ever seen pointed a gun at me for literally no reason."

"Literally no reason? Come on, Zoro, just pony up and tell me what you did," Lana scoffed.

"I didn't do anything! I have no clue what this guy's problem was!"

"Right, sure. So this connects to the red berry sauce woman how?"

"She knocked me down, splashed me, told me to stay down and then did a whole bunch of caterwauling about how her 'poor brother was dead'. Hey, knock that off!"

Zoro swatted Lana's hand away as she tried to swipe another taste of the syrup.

"But it's good though," she moped. "Whatever, have it your way. That sounds like a really strange encounter, Zoro. I guess that was all the screaming I heard."

"Think that's all considered normal around these parts?" Zoro asked, glancing around surreptitiously for any sign of others being unsolicitedly doused with berry sauce.

"Who knows? Come on. Let's head back to the ship and clean up. Before anything else weird happens."

"Sure you don't want to hang around and see if you can get some berry sauce for yourself?" Zoro smirked as he caught her eying the sticky substance yearningly.

"Ha ha. Very funny. How about we get back to the Sunny and I settle for licking you clean?" she teased.

"You're right, we really should get going," he agreed at once with a wide grin.

"Oh, I almost forgot," Lana realized. She reached into her pocket and pulled out the vivre cards.

"Purple and green?" Zoro asked curiously.

"Yeah, they let you pick the colors. Nifty, huh? Here."

She tore both cards, kept half of each and gave the other halves to Zoro.

"Obviously, mine is the purple one and yours is green."

"That tracks."

"Now don't lose them, or mine won't work."

"Me? You don't lose yours."

"As if. Hey, you still remember the grove number where we docked?"

"Hey!"

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[sapphire-weapon]

All the RE fandom proved while shouting at you was:

1. They have no game and don’t know what flirting looks like.

2. They don’t know what a hobby is.

3. The majority of the Twitter EagleOne side of the fandom are cowards and it’s pathetic.

4. They have a weird relationship with sex and need some serious therapy.

5. Aeon fandom is the second dumbest fandom I’ve ever seen. Absolutely the most self absorbed though. I can see why the rest of the RE fandom hates them. I do too now.

I also 100% believe you’ll be proven right in time. Thanks for having genuine discussions on characters and story arcs on your blog. I truly appreciate it.

The hobby one was really strong. I literally had to bury my face in a pillow to stifle the barking laughter that came out of my face because it was hella early in the morning, and my roommate was still asleep.

It wasn't as funny as the person who literally screencapped someone's tumblr post and circled a paragraph in it and tried to treat it like an objective source of fact that I was stupid for not knowing.

It also wasn't as funny as the person who, without a hint of irony, tried to pass off "Leon couldn't have hit on Ashley in RE4make because of what happens in the original RE4 and also RE6." as a legitimate argument.

And it also wasn't as funny as the person who wrote up and sent me a screenshot of a barely coherent rant in Notepad about how Leon doesn't really even like Ashley as a person, actually, and I'm delusional for thinking he does anything more than tolerate her, and it was steeped with outward misogyny and projection.

But it was still really really strong.

Like, I can't express to you guys in words how genuinely and truly funny some people were about this. It was like people watching at WalMart without having to leave the house.

I've heard that the EagleOne discord has turned on me, though, which is just. Wild. Anyone is free to come talk to me about this at any time, but I'm not going to apologize for Aeon fandom getting butthurt, and I'm also not going to apologize for telling the truth about the canonical nature of the ship. What Aeon fandom feels or does is not our responsibility, and we need to stop acting as though it is.

But here's my discord if anyone wants to take it out on me:

I'm at work, so I can't have an active, lively discussion ATM, but I'll take whatever hits the fandom wants to throw at me if it'll make them feel better.

I'm not going to stop talking about narrative devices, storytelling techniques, character arcs, or the usage of layered dialogue -- nor will I give it a rest pointing out literary allusions or the purposes and usage of cinematography, imagery, or symbolism. Too many people were not taught how to do these things in school, and if we let discussions like this die, we may as well all just become Aeon fans who buy into Leon's mafia backstory and give up on thinking all together.

Keep bringing your ideas here, friends, and we'll keep working through the narrative together.

[dumbestthingiveeverheard]

Dumbest Thing I've Ever Heard: 7/11/2023

Third place: Twitter user @SWEETSTCKYSLEAZ. While writing a call out post on another user over on Twitter, it said the following:

First off, why exactly was it important that the person being talked about is 26? Would it be okay if they believed it when they were younger than 26?

Also, if Adrienne Rich--the person behind Compulsory Heterosexuality Theory--was a TERF is something that has been a matter of debate for ears. With that said, it should be noted that transgender rights activist Leslie Feinberg reported Rich being supportive of both her and her work.

However, even if this was the case--so what? The Pythagorean theorem was thought up by a cult leader who literally worshipped mathematics and killed one of his followers for discovering the concept of irrational numbers. That has nothing to do with if the concept is true or not.

Second place: Roger Marshall

Speaking on Newsmax today, the Republican Senator says that he is sick of all this fighting in Ukraine and Russia, hence why he thinks Zelenskyy needs to talk more about peace.

I think Twitter user Mark Jacob summed this up perfectly.

But the winner is Alabama Senator Tommy Tuberville.

While discussing white nationalism in the military on CNN Tuberville began by saying "So if you're gonna do away with most white people in this country out of the military, we got huge problems." Of course, the idea that all white people are white nationalists is stupid, but that's not the best part.

"But that is, that is a white nationalist is racist, Senator," Collins said before Tuberville said that's just "your opinion."

So tell me Tommy, what do you think white nationalism is? You know, since what defines a political movement is down to the opinion of people now.

For the record: White nationalism is specifically the ideology that white people should at the very least be at a higher position in society than non-white people and should at most be the only ones allowed in society. It's not an opinion to call an ideology which assumes people's worth based on their race racist, it's just a fact.

Senator Tommy Tuberville, you've said the dumbest thing I've ever heard.

[monaluisa]

14. Dumbest reason for fandom drama

19. Has anyone ever gotten mad over how you've portrayed an character or over a headcanon or something?

20. In what ways do you think this fandom should step outside it's comfort zone

4. Best historical Hetalia takes

6. Shout out to someone on Tumblr who has the best takes for your favorite character

12. What makes this Fandom different in a positive way compared to other fandoms

14. Probably the USUK/FrUK shipping wars in the days of yore. This is my second stint in the hetalia fandom; the first one was circa 2015-2017 when it was starting to die down, and I was pretty young and inexperienced, so I heard more about the drama then I really saw, but I think any shipping war is pretty stupid. I was into ATLA early in the pandemic and somehow I got caught up in the Zutara vs. Kataang wars even though I don't really ship either of them, so I've seen how irrational shipping wars make people.

19. Not yet, because I haven't made much, but I'm always terrified of it happening lol. A central plot point in the fic I'm working on now is that Greece is trying to kill Turkey to avenge Byzantium's death, and I preemptively put a disclaimer on the fic that it wasn't a commentary on Greco-Turkish relations just in case someone got mad.

20. I know that Hetalia isn't meant to be taken seriously at all, but I love to see when people do. I'd love to see more people explore the worldbuilding of it, like their immortality; I take it that they can die (ex: falling in the ocean and drowning or something) and then come back, but we know they can also die for real because it happened to Rome and Holy Rome, and I want to know at what point they die for real. What does death mean for them when it works like that? Also, what are the implications of the nation's existence? How much do they identify with humans and human culture, and how much are they seperate from it by virtue of immortality and literally being a political entity? Are they more in charge of their nations, or are they just immortal puppets to their boss of the day? What does family mean to people who cannot die and who are rarely (if ever) biologically connected to each other in the way that humans are? And how have all these things shaped them each individually as characters? Now I'm just listing stuff I like to write about lol.

4. The HRE, Austria, and Prussia were all children together; Austria and Prussia grew up, but Holy Rome, being pretty weak, never did, and so Austria essentially became his caretaker, and watched him wither away from the 30 Years War until finally succumbing to the clusterfuck that is Napoleonic Europe. Austria was so torn up that he ordered the creation of Germany (or the German Confederation) primarily for political reasons, but also maybe as a way to replace Holy Rome as a person. Germany then spent like 1815-1866 torn between what Austria wanted him to be and what Prussia wanted him to be, all while Prussia is slowly taking the reigns from Austria and essentially forcing Germany to grow up too fast into war and conquest, ultimately pitting him against Austria in the Austro-Prussian War. Taking all of my own headcanons into consideration, I just think that Prussia, Austria, and Germany are really interesting characters to examine.

6. It's hard for me to pick a favorite character (Probably Prussia or Romano) but @sailorgreywolf-german has some of the best takes on the HRE I've seen.

12. First of all, there's the fact that you can never leave it, so like the theoretically-immortal characters, it's hard for the fandom to truly be dead. Second of all, the only thing really uniting the fandom is the concept of the show and the loosely-agreed upon characters in it, and you have all of history to work them into, so for a history nut like myself, that mean ideas come fairly easily. I wrote a fic about HRE dying where I briefly mentioned Byzantium throwing Greece off of the wall of Constantinople, so then I wrote a fic about that, and now I'm writing a fic where that wall-yeeting (and the subsequent fall of Constantinople and death of Byzantium) is a big sticking point of Greece's character. Hetalia is the gift that keeps giving lol.

[paulinawoodpecker]

Tad the lost explorer and the spear of blood and tears chapter 24

@jakkiisthatboy2

Dagenia got herself an idea. “I’ll be right back.” She secretly got a key for the cages and frees everyone especially pickles

“huh? Who are you?” “Im here to set you free.” “thank you. and you freed the others.”

“tad! How’s it going?” Strong I need to use a old weapon of mine.” Tad said as he got out his Swiss gun. “what is that?” “it’s my Swiss gun!” “Swiss gun?”

“Not hearing a lot of activity in here…” “I don't think he's ever had an original weapon... in his life.” Tad began to chuckle. “That's not true! For instance, one time, I barely used it! But I got evolved into newer weapons!” “not unlike this sword that just showed up magically, and not everyone can have weapons. And so I've thought to myself, Well, what if there was such a thing as a sword or a Swiss gun together? so my plan is to use my Swiss gun and take away zulos gauntlet, break it, receive your powers and Introducing the portal of the sword of pride: so when I open the portal and send you all home, you all get to be together and be buddies!” Tad happily explained to them while Dagenia and pickles gave him a bummed look.

“That is literally the dumbest idea I've ever heard in my entire life.” “Please, ma’am, let me reframe this. That idea is just... the worst.” “i agree with pickle, your idea is the worst!” Clive cried out.

“please. This is the only way I can get your powers back so I can send the you and Clive and everybody else back to the portal.”

“Hmm. Alright. I’m going to help you this time..”

“tad. Who are these men?” “max Jack and pickle” said Ramirez. “together they form the impossible three.”

“the impossible three? Don’t you guys have a better name?” “no…” “okay… listen you three they’re going to get your powers away.” “really?” Jack groans as he gets his power out.” “ugh…”

“what can we do toad?” “stay here. We’ll figure out a plan.”

“hang on…where’s Liza?” Dagenia asked

[talkingpointsusa]

Ben Shapiro is really freaked out by the possibility of seeing an LGBTQ person on TV

Well, the Daily Wire's been in full tantrum mode since Pride Month started. While LGBTQ people seem to live rent free in Ben's head every day of the year, he's still using pride month as an opportunity to express how horrified he is at the idea of seeing an LGBTQ person on the TV. Lets get into it.

Children's Television Hypocrisy:

46:55, Ben Shapiro: "The good news is that Pride Month has now infused all of our major institutions, remember it's Republicans who are threats to the institutions. You know, like children's TV where it is imperative -- it is imperative that our children's television promote homosexual activities, lifestyles, transgenderism, and gender fluidity. It is very important."

I love how guys like Ben see children's TV shows that have a message that basically boils down to "be nice to LGBTQ people and if you're LGBTQ yourself that's ok too" and their immediate reaction is "NO!!! WE WANNA BE ASSHOLES TO PEOPLE WHO ARE DIFFERENT FROM US!!!".

Anyway, Ben would know a lot about children's TV with political messaging in it. Keep in mind that the Daily Wire owns PragerU which has an entire children's entertainment division that pushes wholesome messages like "you know, slavery really wasn't thaaattttt bad" . The Daily Wire has also created it's own children's TV streaming service called BentKey which Ben routinely promotes on his show during the ad breaks. Basically, in one corner we have some kids TV shows that are essentially just teaching kids to be more accepting of themselves and others and in the other corner we have the Daily Wire which has basically became a right-wing child indoctrination machine. I have absolutely no idea how Ben can push the idea that the left is "indoctrinating the kids" with a straight face given the things that his company is doing.

47:17, Ben Shapiro: "Which is what Sesame Street did over the weekend. Sesame Street tweeted out the rainbow flag but using like, the furry tails of it's various Sesame Street characters."

Well, Ben's convinced me! The left really is a threat to our societal institutions. I heard that Sesame Street also tweeted out the pride flag before the fall of Rome.

Ben's mad at the single least offensive tweet on the planet by the way. Here it is.

Again, Ben sees a tweet that's message is basically "Hey, be nice to LGBTQ people" and his kneejerk reaction is "NO!!! I just wanna be a dick to others!!!!".

47:42, Ben Shapiro: "Worth noting here that Sesame Street is a television show directed at two year olds. Don't worry folks, they're not coming for your kids they're just totally coming for your kids on the radical left."

I'm sure that the four children that use Twitter are fully indoctrinated and are now gay. The most hilarious thing about these "LGBTQ child indoctrination" conspiracy theories is the fact that they fly completely in the face of how children's brains work. When a two year old child sees a pride flag they don't think "woah, I'm suddenly trans now", they think "oooh, pretty colors".

Ben calling Sesame Street "radical left" is also one of the dumbest things I've ever heard him say. Does he think that Big Bird is reading kids the Communist Manifesto?

Gay Star Wars:

Here's another one of these videos depicting Ben slowly losing his sanity over the idea of seeing gay people on TV. This time he's revealing that he might be the most literal minded person on Earth.

00:00, Ben Shapiro: "Disney Plus, they have a new Star Wars series. Now of course, many of us grew up on Star Wars. You know, classic battles of good versus evil in which honestly most of the battles are modeled on World War 2 era battles in which the empire is clearly a stand-in for the Nazi's. Well now, Disney Plus has decided it's time to shift the narrative a little bit, it's time for something different. It's time to indoctrinate small children in the cult of pride month, this is how we must raise our children."

So, Ben still hasn't let go of his desire to remove LGBTQ people from the media. Again, the rhetorical peal clutching about child indoctrination falls flat if you think about it for more than two seconds and even flatter if you think about the actions of the company pushing it for more than three seconds.

So, the thing that Ben's mad about this time is an interview that the cast of the new Star Wars show The Acolyte did where the creators joked about it being "the gayest Star Wars show ever". First of all, many of the cast members are queer themselves which is probably what they're talking about here and second of all they were obviously joking around. If you watch the clip the fact that everyone was laughing when they said it is a little hint that they weren't exactly being serious. Ben on the other hand is treating this like a 100% serious pronouncement which makes him look like an absolute goon. If this is how Ben is in real life, I don't see how he could function in society.

"I'm so hungry I could eat a horse" "WELL ACTUALLY, YOU BIOLOGICALLY COULDN'T EAT A HORSE AND BY THE WAY YOU HATE WHITE PEOPLE!"

Ben plays the clip of Amandla Stenberg and starts complaining about it.

03:13, Ben Shapiro: "Amandla Stenberg went even further of course, she says that the goal of The Acolyte is to make white people cry. Is this the kind of American unity that leads to American sacrifice?"

Given the fact that this is how Ben's reacting to a joke I'd say that the mission to make white people cry has been accomplished. I can only imagine his reaction to the actual show which by all accounts and reviews is just a regular Star Wars show.

03:44, Ben Shapiro: "This shows gonna bomb and it will be a giant dud and no one will allow their kids to watch it."

I love how absolutely lazy these Ben Shapiro videos are because one Google search will tell you that The Acolyte reached 4.8 million viewers in one day and was Disney Pluses biggest launch of 2024. This Ben video was produced on the same day as said article too so there's really no excuse here.

Conclusion:

So, that was a grown man getting angry at the Sesame Street Twitter account and Star Wars. This is what Pride Month is like in right-wing media every year by the way. Happy Pride Month and to all my LGBTQ+ readers, keep making Ben Shapiro cry.

Cheers and I'll see you in the next one

Original Videos:

Ben Shapiro. “From the Greatest Generation to the Most Obnoxious Generation.” YouTube, 6 June 2024.

Ben Shapiro. “R2D2 Is GAY?!” YouTube, 6 June 2024, www.youtube.com/watch?v=gcYDA_BKhqQ&t=332s

Sources Cited:

“Animated Frederick Douglass Calls Slavery a “Compromise” in PragerU Video.” NBC News, 11 Aug. 2023.

Hailu, Selome. ““The Acolyte” Reaches 4.8 Million Views in One Day, Biggest Disney+ Launch of 2024.” Variety, 6 June 2024.

Murray, Conor. ““The Acolyte” Creators Joke about Making “Gayest” “Star Wars” Series and Lesbian R2-D2—Angering Right-Wing Critics.” Forbes.

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

ITS OBVIOUS

Pairing: Eddie munson x reader

Summary: you had a crush on your oblivious best friend, but Dustin tells you its obvious you like him

Warnings: none

"Ok, ok fine! I'll tell you" I sighed in frustration.

Dustin had been pestering me to tell him who I liked for weeks now, ever since I blurted out the words 'no, i like someone else' ages ago he's made it his job to find out who it was.

"Who! Who! Tell me oh my god" he giggled

I didnt want to say it out loud, incase anyone heard, we were in the library so it wouldn't be hard for anyone to hear the loud Henderson's cheers.

I ripped a piece of paper from one of my books and wrote down the name:

Eddie

I slid the peice of paper towards the curly headed boy watching a smirk grow on his face

"I know" he said

"What?" I questioned him

"I've known for ages" he laughed

"How long!" I whisper shouted

"Since the beginning of the year" Dustin shrugged

"I didnt even know then!" I rubbed my forehead.

"Well you make it quite obvious" if the boy had glasses, he would've pushed them up, but he doesn't so he just scrunched his nose

"Obvious! Do I? Does he know? He cant know, oh god" I throw my head back and groan

"Calm down. It's not that bad, I would just tell him" he suggested

"Tell him, have you gone mad? That's the dumbest thing you've ever said" I glared at him

"He might like you too, it's not the worst idea in the world"

My mind wondered off to how in the hell this boy knows. And although he is a genius, if he was able to figure it out even before I did, was anybody else able to. Does anybody else know? Gareth? Mike? Lucas? Eddie?

"I'm never going to tell him, he cant know, so don't. tell. Him." I state, but seeing the boy smile. I start to regret telling him.

"I won't" I dont trust him.

"Promise?" I warned

"I promise" he placed his hand over his heart and smiled sweetly

I sighed in distress as the bell went

~~~

"Ok, just act normal" Dustin said as we walked into the cafeteria, already seeing all the boys at the table, conversing.

"Normal? Do you even know me Dusty? I'm literally the opposite of normal" I furrowed my eyebrows

"Well then just be yourself" he replied

Be yourself, I repeated in my head.

Be yourself

Be yourself

Be yourself

"Hello, Henderson. Y/n" Eddie greeted with a welcoming smile.

"Hi guys!" Dustin waved while I tightly smiled to them.

That's not being myself. Laugh, you laugh all the time, that's normal for you, laugh.

I awkwardly laughed out loud. Far out

"What's so funny?" Gareth asked

"Huh? Oh I dont know" I sat down in my spot, the left of Eddie. All the boys look confused but just go back to talking like always

"So, Y/n. How was your weekend?" Eddie asked me.

"It was ok, I guess" I shrugged and stuffed my face in with some fries

"Are you ok?" He questioned

"Just fine, thanks"

"Ok then" he just nodded with a disappointed look on his face. I felt a bit bad.

I hadn't acted like this before, i think it's just knowing that other than me, someone else definitely knows my secret, and knowing that the other might know scared me. But if he did know, why wouldn't he say anything. Not even to reject me?

"Hey!" I missed in pain as I felt Dustin kick my under the table

'Normal' he mouthed. 'Talk to him, dont ignore him'

I sighed.

"How's your weed?" I blurt out as I turn to the long haired boy.

"What?" He said confused

"Uh, the weeds. Outside your trailer, have you gotten them out yet?" I panicked

"There is no weeds? Are you sure you're ok. Do you need to go to the nurse's office?" He pushed his fringe away from his eyes.

"I'm ok" I looked down at my clammy hands

He nodded his head, not fully believing me, but dropping the subject.

~~~

"What the hell was that?, you call that being yourself?" Dustin practically laughed.

"I got nervous" I whined, putting my head in my hands.

"You've been hiding it for ages, just do what you've been doing" he suggested

"Its not that easy"

~~~

"Woah, he said that" Dustin stared wide eyed at me.

"Yeah"

Eddie and I had a fight yesterday, I said I couldn't go to the campaign due to some family shit and he told me he didn't want me and he would've preferred someone like Chrissy there instead.

Obviously that upset me, do I got up and walked out of the cafeteria. He followed after me, saying it was a joke and he didnt mean it but it still hurt. I wasn't as pretty as someone like Chrissy, so when he said he preferred her, my mind went straight to calling myself 'ugly'

"Why do you hate me?" I questioned Eddie

"What- I- I dont hate you" he stuttered

"Well it seems like you do" I crossed my arms in defense.

"I'm sorry" he apologised

"So tell me why you hate me" I cried out

"I don't" he defended

"Well you don't like me" I looked down and let out a big breath go

"Well I-"

"Make up your mind" I cut him off before walking away from him, showing him that I'm no longer interested in talking any more than that.

I turned a corner and let myself sink down against the wall. Shutting my eyes tightly and letting a hot tear roll down my cheek. a bit dramatic, I know.

"Y/n, I know it hurt you but I dont think he really meant it in a rude way, it was just a joke" Dustin reasoned

"Yeah well there was really no reason for that, all I did was say I couldn't go to the game tonight. I didn't say anything other than that" I shook my head.

"Just talk it out. I'm sure he doesn't really prefer Chrissy"

"Well I dont exactly want to talk to him right now" I responded

"Ok, well take your time" he patted my back for comfort

~~~

I walked out to my mailbox, my father had been too lazy to get up so he yelled out for me to do it for him.

I opened it to find a few letters. One marked for mum, another one for my dad, and another letter.

A letter with a the name Y/n written messily. It wasn't in an envelope, so if mustn'tve been important, or not formal, to say the least.

I walked inside the house and put the letters down on the coffee table, the letter addressed to me still in my grasp. I quickly walked in my room and shut the door. Jumping on my bed and unfolded the letter.

It was really messy, and a lot was scribbled out. but I could read some of it.

Y/n

I am sorry ------------------ i really want you to know i didnt mean what I said, I guess --------------- upset --------------------. You ------------ to me. I care --------- a lot. This whole fight was stupid, and I'm really sorry I had to say it in a letter and not in person. I guess, what I'm trying to say is that I didnt mean it and --------------------------- I'm sorry.

Even if I couldn't understand some of it, I understood where he was going.

So I decided to write one to him.

I spent over an hour deciding what to write and scribbling things out.

By the end of it, I had basically wrote him an essay. I didn't want to send it. But I felt like it had to be said.

~~~

"Hey" Eddie awkwardly greeted as he saw me outside the school. He was leaning on the brick wall like he was waiting for me, with a joint between his fingers.

"Hi" I said as I avoided eye contact. He took a hit from the joint and stepped onto it as he dropped it on the ground outside the front doors of the school.

"So, How are you" he stood tall, pressing up against me as a way to push past the people in the hallway

"I'm ok. You?" I looked around anxiously

"I'm fine. I got your letter, it meant a lot to me, it really did, and I want you to know I'm really sorry" he announced

"Thanks, that's means a lot" I smiled tightly, trying to put this all at ease

"Tell him" I see Dustin mouth in my direction

"No" I said out loud at him

"Sorry?" Eddie turned to me and raised an eyebrow

"Sorry, I just thought of something" I shook my head sheepishly and looked down at my moving feet

"That's ok, so um-" he started

"Look I should really go, I have some things I have to get to before class" I lied. I was trying to avoid him, I just knew I would blurt another thing out and embarrass myself even more.

"Oh- okay then, I'll speak to you later then- I guess" he whispered as I started backing away from him

~

I watched him as he talked. They way his jaw moved as he spoke. The way his nose flared as someone cut him off, the way he would play with his rings as he waited, or the way he slightly stuck his tongue out in concentration. I loved it when he did all those. It was like a show that I could watch all day and never get tired of.

But it was different when it was just for me.

He stood in front of me as I stared at him in awe, It was in between a class, but it was ok, cause I had a free period which I usually just spend in the library.

"Y/n, are you listening to me?" He snapped his fingers in front of my face

"Sorry? What did you say?" My body shook out of my body, nervous and a messy state as he probably caught me.

"I was asking if you wanted to maybe hang out later?" He asked politely, with a small smile on his face

"Well I dont really, you know I don't do drugs or smoke so-"

"No! No- that's, that's not what I meant, or implied I meant just hang out in general, like friends do" he explained

Like friends

"Like friends do...I'll think about it" I spoke softly and smiled

"Ok, well I'm free tonight, or the next, and the next, I'm free whenever basically, you know I'm not mister popular around here so" he chuckled. I laughed along.

"You're telling me, freak" some jock said as he walked passed

"He's a dickhead, you're not a freak" I beamed at him before I turned around and went to library.

~

"Jeez, Dusty, it's like you're everywhere" I breathed out a chuckle

"Have you told him yet" he asked

"No, Dusty, I haven't, and I never will, he doesn't like me so just forget it" I groaned as he sat next to me

"You dont know that, there's a chance he does" he smiled widely

"And there's a the more possible chance that he doesn't, now just stop, I regret telling you so much" I said, banging my head on the table over and over again

"Come on, I haven't told anyone! Stop worrying! We keep having this conversation and it's going to go nowhere unless you say something to him, when no body is around and it's just you two, tell him" he pleaded

"Dustin, I don't think you understand, I don't want him to know, and even if I told him it will go nowhere cause he doesn't like me" I stood up and gathered my things

"You dont know that! For all we know he could" he stood up as well

"COULD! he COULD! that's the problem, he doesn't like me, but he COULD! if he does, he should tell me but he's not so he doesn't. Thank you, Dustin, for trying to cheer me up but it's not helping and it's not working so just stop. He could never like someone like me when there's people out there like Chrissy!" I cry out, the librarian looks furious and the people around us looks annoyed, but Dustin just stares at me in a guilty manner. But I noticed his eyes weren't exactly set on me.

My eyes grew wide as I heard a painfully familiar voice

"Who doesnt like you?" They asked

"YOU" Dustin yelled out at him

Fuck.

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There might be a part 2, if you want so just tell me.

This kinda based on something that happened with me a few days ago so. 🤣

@tommyriddleobsessed @bellevsoares

[ginnyweatherby]

how do people think dolores hates mirabel? i feel like they only interacted like 4 times the whole movie 💀

Literally the dumbest thing I've ever heard, and clearly they didn't watch the same movie I did. Nobody in the family hates Mirabel, yet people always seem to accuse them of straight up neglecting her. But that's an argument for another day, I suppose.

In regards the comment in question:

First of all, I don't know where they got this idea that Dolores blabbed to benefit herself? She helped set up the engagement dinner. She was the one to tell Isabela about Mariano wanting 5 babies - with a smirk on her face. She has never shown any ill will toward Isabela. Even if she had, how does gossiping benefit Camilo, Felix, or Pepa - who all also blabbed?

To speak on your point, Dolores and Mirabel don't interact often, but when they do, Dolores is helping Mira, not hurting.

I have my own theories on whether or not Dolores actually knew where Bruno was hiding, but I'll stick to what's said in the movie.

Before breakfast, Dolores is the one to tell her that Luisa was nervous too. She even tells her she can hear "the rats talking in the walls". What rats talk, exactly? She's hinting!

During WDTAB Dolores is the one speaking about him in more or less the present tense, while Pepa and the villagers talk strictly about the past.

Don't even get me started on her being the villain. That might be worse than those that call Alma the villain. I've seen this argument made a few times and... seriously? Use your brain please. Dolores is far from the bad guy here.

[heretherebedork]

Francis watches Tharntype 2

First thought: I am too hopeful about the future, time to bring myself back to reality.

Second thought: Oven preheating for pizza!

Third thought: Cut!

Episode 1

This is not going to be a realistic depiction of two people who've been together for seven years, is it?

The little tent is adorable but the level of pointless is beyond me. But I don't get that kind of thing at all, yo.

ah, the two types of sleepers and wakers. I am a Type, just FYI. I pop out of bed awake, get dressed and get ready to go within seconds if needed.

He's always been clingy, Type. That didn't change.

lol they literally own a book about themselves. Why?

That as the dumbest way to walk into a place ever.

Wow. I've never been so grateful to not talk to the people I work with about this kind of thing.

Doc! I've heard so much about you!

Look, seven years is a while. There's a lot about this relationship that feels more like... 2-3 years. I say, as someone who've never been a relationship beyond a few months because I'm just not built for one. Maybe not my place to judge? Eh. I'll judge anyway. Fiction!

At least Type smiles more. It's definitely cuter here.

Again, I shall never deny their chemistry nor their comfort with each other. It's just never felt earned in terms of their canon relationship.

Type complaining about a soap opera is a little too on the nose.

Why is this still a discussion after seven years of a relationship? Shouldn't they know this about each other's clothing and priorities?

Halloween costume idea: the sheets from Tharn and Type's bed.

Type really is the good communicator in this relationship. It's honestly impressive considering where he started.

Poor Type just trying to sleep and stop thinking but Tharn won't stop. Boo, Tharn. Space is a thing we can give people!

Go Type!

Cir! Cir! Ultimate Daddy. I hope Leo takes lessons from him. And he even calls Phugun a good boy -in the elevator-. I love them so much. I love them nad I've had them thirty seconds.

Phugun is the shyest and most adorable boy ever and Cir is just like MINE. MINE MINE MINE BACK THE FUCK OFF.

"Why would I tell my boyfriend, whom I love and talk to regularly, about my issues?" Totally reads long-term relationship to me.

KHUNPOL! Khun! BABIES. These are the ones that I liked reading about in @absolutebl's recaps but never watched. This is my chance!

The background music is just really amusing to me.

lol princess Thanya and Tharn drops everything instantly. Type's amusement is well-earned.

Seven years and Type is still this jealous? You're all idiots.

They're a good family but poor Thorn.

lol awkward questions at family dinners.

Why would Type ever worry about Tharn's family considering how much they all support him and keep asking him to marry their son/brother? But, also, buddy, you've been together for seven years. Not break up after that time won't include gossip and drama.

FIAT. FIAT. FIAT. My tiny BRAT. He's HERE.

Awwww, Fiat looking for messages from Leo because he's useless for him and lonely without him. But also, Super Penguin is a better team name than Don't Say No.

I love this tiny brat with the hurt feelings and the bone deep loneliness and abandonment issues.

Okay, I like the shot with Type and Tharn on opposite sides of the table just staring at each other. That was actually really good and I loved the artistic styling of it. Obvious but whatever I liked it.

Type, you've been living together for pretty much your entire relationship and also if you can't talk without fighting maybe this isn't a good relationship? Oh, idiots (unaffectionate)

Episode 2

Seriously. Seven years and they're still so bad at this? Did they just fuck for seven years and never actually... advance their relationship otherwise?

Type, you literally told him not to keep talking or you'd just start fighting. Oh, confusing boy.

They really are incapable of having a conversation, aren't they? Like... wow. It's impressive how they absolutely can't talk without fighting. Because they can't talk to each other at all.

You know, Tharn, maybe you should try saying that to him and more nicely? Maybe not in the middle of the night and during a fight? Oh. Wait. No. We don't communicate in this house.

"It is worth a thousand wounds to see the true care in his eyes" Yeah, sorry TT2, Sherlock Holmes did it better a very, very long time ago.

Cir and Phugun and the teddy bear and the cutesy pajamas and hoo boy this is definitely a daddy/boy relationship and I love them dearly. They're so cute I almost died. And he just SCOOPS HIM OUT OF BED? Yes. I have been gifted this. I'm sorry I skipped it when I watched Leo and Fiat the first time around.

WTF happened to Klui?

"Oh, yeah, we've been together for seven years but we still fight every day because we never figured out how communicate... but we're real good at fucking, okay?"

Type's dad is still threatening Tharn after seven years? Seriously? Oy vey.

FIAT! Tiny abandoned and sad and bratty Fiat! I love him again all over again. His abandonment issues are just such a struggle.

Also, wow, what a tiny push for such a huge injury.

Fiat's absolute panic over the very idea of losing basketball (and thus Leo) is just... like, I get how he could be annoying but I love brats in these shows. No denials, no hesitation. I adore brats (... there are many people who will attest to this.)

Champ and his tiny restaurant! Love him already all over again.

lol the three of them talking about being grown ups is the goofiest shorthand for trying to make them all seem more mature and adult like while not working at all.

Ugh, poor Champ. Let people be single! It's okay. Seriously. I'm definitely on Champ's side in this whole thing right now.

Forgiveness means nothing because you still haven't actually TALKED about anything damnit!

No, where do you think they are? Their entire relationship is built on fucking instead of talking. At least Champ figured it out!

Yesss, the tiny remeetcute. That's darling! And they're already cute. Why didn't they get a spinoff... MAME. Oh. Wait. Yeah. Don't want them MAME. Shhh, ignore me.

Oh, I do look forward to seeing this guy get punched.

The way Doc looks at Champ is darling. His smile is HUGE. I love them already. And Champ instantly going for the hair touch and Doc using it to find out he's single. Ugh. This is absolutely adorable already. I'd literally watch a series just of the two of them in, like, Oxygen style.

Watching them not-play pool amused me on many levels because it looks like me trying to avoid playing pool because of how bad I am at it.

Also, Champ just quietly rambling about how cute Doc is. Adorable. Holy shit, darling. Cutest boys. They win so many awards from me.

Ah, the traditional hand off of the drunken Type.

I'm still thinking about how darling Champ is, honestly. The rest of this is barely registering through how cute all the side characters are. Champ and Doc, Cir and Phugun, Leo and Fiat... they're gonna save me from the main couple, right?

Tiny brat! I love the tiny brat and his tiny priorities and his tiny not-understanding surgery because he's terrified.

Episode 3

I just want to be clear that I love Fiat because he's a brat and not in spite of it. I adore my trash can brat characters in all their varying forms.

Fiat and his tiny priorities are adorable, shut up. He's lashing out because of fear and worry and loneliness and abandonment and a need to keep to the only path he's ever known. I really wonder if he ever would have even played basketball if Leo had asked him out earlier.

Type recognizes the way fear comes across as anger. He's felt that so many times. And he sees that in Fiat, just like I do. And I respect that about him.

Pissy, bratty, lonely, scared... I love Fiat so much. He needs Leo so much because he's just a hanging thread without him, alone and scared and wild in the wind.

I love how everyone knows exactly how protective and possessive Leo is of Fiat at all times. Absolutely everyone knows.

Oh, Tharn and Type did stuff. Was there a conversa-... no? Okay, done. Whatever.

Doc is darling and I love him and he's just the cutest little thing about his crush on Champ. He and Bar could absolutely have a darling little conversation about how to work up the courage to talk to your crush.

Champ just automatically takes care of Doc and it's so sweet. Like, seriously. Techno is basically having a stroke just watching this. You can see all his wheels turning.

Oh, Fiat. You're so lonely and full of abandonment issues and fear and anger and you don't know what to do. Don't worry, you'll figure it out eventually. Especially once Leo figures his shit out as well. Poor boy is so, so abandoned without him. You can see him try to push all that loneliness and hurt into something else.

Yes, this is definitively a healthy long term relationship with good communication. A+ job on that boys.

lol very subtle look of ribbon around his finger. VERY subtle.

Look, I love Thorn, but I don't actually care about his relationship.

Who the fuck asks the person proposing them to always be their no 3? I mean, at least they're clear about it I guess...

lol I literally just realized it was Tharn playing the piano. I am so bad at faces.

Ah, infamous lap scene. Okay, this is cute. I won't deny it. And probably the only moment the feels more like a longer relationship to me. Just that familiarity and working around him so gently and knowing what he needs.

I love Phugun so much. He's darling and goofy and so cute. lol and then Cir and his instant jealousy and possessiveness. Love him, love them.

LEO!!! With his scarf and his sweater and his instant panic over Fiat's injury because that's HIS. "When will you be back?" /Leo is already booking a plane ticket/

Fiat's just so sensitive and easily hurt and panicked. I love him. Still. Tiny brat. He's trying so, so hard to just not care about anything when all he wants is to be sure of his spot at Leo's side in everything he does.

Yeah, I see why Fiat falls for Type. He acts a lot like Leo in this situation but uses words better than Leo does. Mostly because he doesn't personally care about Fiat in the same way Leo does. I mean, duh.

Leo's BAAACK. Yesssss.

The way Fiat looks at Leo and looks away and then looks back but hides his own reaction while Leo just stares... and then takes his phone. Because Leo knows his Fiat. And the hand on his waist again... best hand on his waist.

Fiat's abandonment issue, volume 1! Leo's a lot better with his words before he starts dating Fiat, let's be honest.

Yeah, Fiat is extra bratty because he's been so hurt and so scared for a while that it all comes out because he feels safe with Leo... only Leo can't quite read that right because he's not expecting that.

lol why would anyone see Tharn with a girl and instantly assume he was cheating? That's just... why?

COUCH SCENE COUCH SCENE COUCH SCENE. It's all about Fiat apologizing and seeking that approval and comfort he desperately wants and needs and only every truly gets from Leo. And he gets that understanding, that comfort, the touches and the love and the affection he doesn't get from anyone else in his life and doesn't want from them either.

But also this is the least platonic thing in the entire universe.

Leo literally coming back just because he knows how scared Fiat is and how much he needs him and Fiat admitting it. Again, their communication is so much better and more honest here than it is ever again. Which is... fascinating.

Alright! More when I feel like more is needed.

[sor-vette]

four, circus!! (index/description)

☜ three, an all-out fight club!!

☞ five, dots!!

t/w: dead bodies, mention of overdose

"This has got to be the dumbest thing I've ever seen," Yoongi thinks to himself as he blankly stares at Jimin, transferring the PPT file to the projector.

123 slides in "Reasonable arguments as to why we should date, _̵͚̾͌_̶̢̛̘̅͛̕_̶̡̧̝͗̒̋̌̚_̴̮̒̍̿̃͠ .

"Wrong PowerPoint bro," Jungkook grunts with closed eyes. No doubt the idiot had tried to stalk you throughout the night. It's been three days since Erik had officially enrolled.

Namjoon also has his eyes fixed on the projector, his expression giving nothing away.

"Resigned to death, poor bastard, as you should."

Jimin momentarily looks behind him to see why Jin had started to snort in laughter before scrambling to choose another file.

56 slides in "What do we know about Erik and what to do about it?"

"The title could be less verbose," Jin remarks, spinning his chair around the room.

"You're one to talk, literally," Jimin sneers but, there is very little malice in his voice if any. Besides Namjoon, V and Hope, who actually stuck to his word of minding his business, Yoongi didn't know anyone personally in the room. Though he sure has heard of the connections they had with you. Each weirder than the other.

Namjoon, the CEO, the one who went overboard in commitment and scared you off. Rumour was he offered marriage before the first "I like you." But that as well could be bullshit.

Hope, with the most cordial contact out of all. And also the most distant. You two had fundamentally different perceptions of how the world worked. Incompatible match, as the saying goes.

Jin. Despite the grandeur of his character, Yoongi knew very little of him. Even less as to why you left. He presumed the lack of commitment on both sides.

Jimin, the almost. For five months Yoongi had to hear nothing but coy whispers of just what good friends you two were. What good time you both had jumping back and forth from Paris and home. And then with zero explanation, you weren't. Every once in a while, he'd see the two of you in the hallway. Working hard to suffer through an exchange of pleasantries between long awkward pauses. The whispers had been effectively stomped to death, with no one the wiser as to what the hell had happened.

V, the one you hated and the one who hated you. How the two of you even met was beyond anyone's understanding. How you didn't rip each other's throat out even more so. Why he was here? God only knew.

And the last one, JK. Your trainee before Erik. The one who'd shamelessly bounced, leaving you in the dust when the enrollment came with a nary of thank you. After that, you officially joined the cleaner department and largely went missing from the public eye.

And, of course, Yoongi himself. The only official boyfriend. The one who officially broke both of your hearts.

"If all of you could please focus!" Jimin snapped, standing with a wad of paper in hand, waving it like a teacher in front of particularly annoying group of students.

"He even made notes," Namjoon whispered faintly.

"More like a manifesto," Yoongi snickered, letting his eyes wander over the sheer thickness of the file.

"Silence!" For a split second, Yoongi wanted to make a jab about a chihuahua being able to bark, but having considered his own height, he chose to be silent.

"So, let's start with basics. Erik Genyer. Joined two and a half years ago through a recruitment agent. He's 24, lived in Seattle before moving here. No known parents or siblings." Jimin recounted with ease.

"I hope you didn't look through his records," Namjoon frowned at the screen. "Because I did not authorize that."

"Does it count as looking if it's a brief glance?"

"Yes."

"And yet here you are benefitting from it." Namjoon could only breathe through his nose a tad harder.

"Why are you telling us this?" Jin interjected. "Mr CEO here could just give us his file - we'd read for ourselves."

"I will not. That's against company policy."

"And what you're doing here is completely legal and non - invasive." Jin raised his eyebrows, not phased even in the slightest that he was much below Namjoon's position.

"Silence!" Jimin yelped again at the front. "Has anyone here worked with Erik?"

"Hope definitely has," V piped up from his seat, looking as uninterested as one could. Yoongi narrowed his eyes at him. V took the piercing glare in stride, haughtily turning away.

"Well, yes but..." Jimin shuffled on the stage almost awkwardly. "He has strictly declined the invitation to our little... boy band."

"Wait does that mean he could tell _̸̢͉̦͔̣͈̱̅́́̓͊̇̂̓́̕͝ͅ_̸̨̙͚̻̬͖͉̻͔̑̓͐͜ - I mean R.D.?" Jungkook suddenly asks, eyes wide. Even Yoongi blanched at the thought. Everyone straightened in their seats. This was all fun and games until the moment you knew. Oh, you'd rip each and every one of them a new asshole. All of them could kiss goodbye to any attempt of trying to mend bridges. By that point, there wouldn't even be a river stretching underneath.

"I sincerely hope not." Jimin whispers and they sit in a moment of silence, weighing the risks.

"Heh, hope not." Jin suddenly gives a breathy laugh solely to be met by a general aura of disapproval.

"It's not funny." Namjoon scolds slightly but, Jin being Jin, openly looks him into eyes and goes -

"I know."

Amidst the banter, JK raises his hand shyly.

"I trained with him for a short while."

"And what is he like?" Jimin's eyes almost sparkled at anyone giving an actual insight.

"He must be wearing contacts or something," Yoongi mused, pushing the cap of his water bottle around the table. He knew Jimin to be attractive. No one in the entire company would shut up about it, nevertheless, something about him seemed almost supernatural.

JK shrugged in response.

"A bit rude and careless but talented. He finished training early."

"Did it seem like he was particularly going after her?" Namjoon interrogated further. There was a deep scowl of resentment on his face.

"Uhh, no. I think he was interested in the cleaner department in general. Apparently, he spent most of his orientation there."

"He also spent a month in surveillance. Did you speak with him...V?" If V was surprised by Jimin addressing him personally, he didn't show it as he continued to inspect his nails.

"Didn't even know he was there."

"Why did he stay so long in the cleaner department?" Yoongi asked as he ran over the information on the screen. Besides the already mentioned month in surveillance and a week in networking and relations, this Erik hadn't even tried to apply anywhere else.

"Poor communication skills. I had to throw him out. That's why he was only there a week." Jin explained.

"So you spoke to him?"

"Well, no, Irina," he was interrupted by a hollow thud. Without prompt V had dropped his steel thermos onto the desk, tea splattering everywhere and staining JK's jacket in the process. Both of them fumbled to clean it up with anything they could. V dabbed the desk harshly, the wood creeking at every aggressive wipe. Yoongi saw Jin looking sideways, the same confused expression echoed on his face.

"Well, as I was saying, Irina, R.D.'s friend, I'm sure you're familiar, came to me, said he was causing trouble and asked to refer him."

"And you sent him to R.D.?"

Jin gave a deeply suffering sigh.

"No, I did not send him. I referred him to general management and they gave him to the cleaners ."

"Ok, I get all of this. But what are we supposed to do about him?" Namjoon interrupted, jaw set in a tight grip.

Jimin fell silent at the front of the room.

"Yeah, this was the main question." Yoongi thought bitterly.

It was all a question of ethics, wasn't it? JK could pretend all he wanted to be above it all, to be respectful but then he trailed secret circles around you. Whether from guilt or perhaps a sense of entitlement. Yoongi didn't know or really care. Nevertheless the kid clearly had a hard time differentiating between what he said and what he did. Yoongi was however surprised to see Namjoon be so eager. He quite fancied making himself bald from worrying about the nature of evil. Just how easy it was to hide it behind big aspirations of providing aid. But it seemed as of late all of that was tossed aside.

Jimin was the one who orchestrated this in the first place, and so naturally, everyone looked at him for guidance. He was still shuffling around, nervously fiddling the blue pen.

"Well, first of all, I think we should talk more to R.D." A huff passed around the room.

"Talk to her?" V asked sceptically, mouth set in a straight line and heavy wrinkles carved between brows.

"Do you have any idea how difficult that would be?"

"Certainly it would be for you," Yoongi snarled, earning a harsh glare.

"Listen, at the end of the day, it's not really about us trying to force her into something. It's just to make sure... she's living a safe life. Well, the safest that's possible." Jimin said with enough sincerity to trigger certain insecurities within Yoongi and by the look of it also Namjoon.

It was no secret that between the seven, they were the most possessive over you. Both having the wrong idea that you were theirs. Which is why you left and why you probably were so caught up in Jimin. The purity and sheer selflessness of his sentiments acted like a punch to the gut. The genuine care that he reflected like a sun made the raw wound in Yoongi's chest seep even more. To be loved like that would be a dream come true. Yoongi shifted his attention to the laminated floor.

"We talk to her, find out what her life is like, keep a close eye on what Erik does. Talk to other cleaners about him, and once we find out, she's happy. That's. The. End. Of. That." There was no uncertainty. Jimin was dead serious.

The meeting was adjourned, quite amicably actually, but Yoongi knew that the rest of them had ulterior motives and plans. He had them too.

Jin and JK were no threat. Both were too uncertain of what to do with you.

Jimin had some deep-seated self esteem issues. Despite his 123 slide presentation, the way he spoke made it clear. That's probably why the abrupt parting, Yoongi mused. Both of you most likely shared the same anxiety about not being good enough for the other.

V was just V.

Namjoon was the only one Yoongi was truly worried about. Even from looking at his back, walking headstrong up the stairs, Yoongi could see how stubborn Namjoon was. In a way, it was like looking in a mirror. The possessiveness, the mulish mindset. They'd saw you, all of you and had decided that this was it. Yes, Namjoon would certainly be the toughest rival. However, Yoongi was very good at playing the long game. Especially if he wanted something so bad it felt like his thorax slowly being ripped out.

All that was left was Hope. But he wasn't even a viable player. After all, he hadn't even shown up.

***

"Why the fuck is he so heavy?" Erik grunted, swaying left and right and holding onto his dear life to the bagged pair of legs.

"Rigor mortis...set in," you huffed in answer, from the upfront of the body. "At least he wasn't rotting already. That's just nasty. 1, 2, 3."

Both of you lift the body into the van and let the poor bastard drop with a soft thud. Sweat pooled underneath your white hazmat suit with plastic glasses digging straight into your brain. You banged hard against the "EMT" van, and it drove away, carrying Dr. Martin Leyster to the morgue.

Should the neighbours see anything, it was a sad story of a depressed psychiatrist accidentally overdosing on his own meds. The evidence of him manipulating his most vulnerable patients into bankruptcy erased in you any stray feelings of sympathy though.

"You have the peroxide?" You rifled through the cleanup bag, but instead of answering, Erik began to actively point somewhere behind your back. A cold chill ran up your spine as you realize someone has been watching you stuff the body in the trunk. It quickly dissipates when you see a familiar smile.

"Hard at work, I see," Hope whistled, bounding towards you more like a kid on a school trip, rather than what the reality was.

"May I borrow your mentor for a bit?" He asked politely, still smiling up at Erik. There was no warmth in his expression.

"You are after all now an official member of the cleaner crew. Surely you can handle this on your own."

Erik looks at you for a moment before giving a loud sigh and trudging back to Leyster's office, the white toolbox angrily swishing back and forth in his hand.

Without hesitation, you remove the glasses from your head, revelling in the ease of pressure. Hope had stopped smiling altogether, looking quite pensive.

"What brings you here?" You ask lightly. To see him here is not worrying per se, but certainly interesting. He gives a quick shrug.

"Nothing much. Wanted to see how you were doing after that runt's little stunt." You only laugh at the shallow animosity. Erik's talent to drive people out of their patience was truly remarkable.

"I'm doing fine. You know... working. What about you?"

"I've been working as well."

You both fall silent.

"You ever thought about leaving the BH?" He suddenly asked, and you quirk a brow at the question.

"Not particularly. Have you?" Hope focuses a blank gaze at the grey walls of the multi-story apartment complex.

"A little bit. Last few days especially." You stand in muted shock. Hope was the last person you thought would quit. He was, without doubt, the most devoted, the most passionate out of all the hundreds of employees. He lived for the cause, he himself said so. And yet now he stood uncertain in front of you. Not really the bright and friendly Hope everyone knew, not really the strict and somewhat terrifying training teacher. He was just...quiet. It was an upsetting scene.

"Do you want to go for a drink or a lunch, maybe?" You offer, reaching for the zipper of the white suit. Yes, Erik could handle this on his own. He was a big boy. Hope hastily placed his hand atop of yours, pausing the movement. Even through the fabric, it radiated warmth. No wonder people called him sun. He frowned at the conjoined hands, lightly stroking his thumb over your knuckles before lighting up like a Christmas tree.

"No, no. I don't want to burden you with my problems." You didn't believe his smile for a second.

"Well, I won't steal you away for much longer, the pup might get anxious." He turned around, by the looks of ready to sprint off.

"Hey, wait!" He paused, not looking back.

"Do you why JK has been stalking me?"

"He has?"

He had. The first time you noticed a shifting figure in the background, you wrote it off to the combination of hangover and exhaustion. The second time he'd run off into the night faster than you could catch up. The third time you nearly flung yourself off the roof when seeing a pair of doe eyes staring back at you from an empty apartment building.

"There isn't like an alliance going around between some of my... acquaintances?" Truth be told, you found the very idea ridiculous, but it had wormed its ugly way into your brain and was now near impossible to get out. JK, Jimin, Yoongi and Namjoon wouldn't even get along with each other. Even though those four were most likely to meddle in your business. However, if looking realistically, it was probably just your paranoia taking an intensive round. Seeing suspicious cars, watchful eyes and snooping noses where there were none. Hope threw you a sardonic smile.

"That would just be stupid."

(a/n)

In this story people have their names and codenames and will be often used interchangeably. It all depends whether in the story the POV character knows the names of others or not.