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luvzxr · 8 months

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Innocence

nsfw (18+) mdni please. I think I'd actually cry.

Not 100% sure where this fic is gonna be taken as I'm the type of go with the flow writer. This may contain heavy subjects such as; depression, alcohol and alcohol abuse, slight age gap? (by a few years in my head. Not much.) possible smut. Possible mentions of gore but I probably won't go heavy on that. If I do I'll put a bigger warning in the future on the chapters that are heavy with them!

Hello! I figured I'd start on a series because I personally love longer series and the anticipation of waiting for wonderful writers to bring out new parts just hits different. I will personally be using an OC that goes by the name Sophie Hayes but going along with this fic it will be Sophie Redfield :). You are more than welcome to use your own name or a personal oc name however! I prefer to use names rather y/n or you/your! I've loved the name Sophie after reading a fanfic years ago on Wattpad and I fell in love instantly with the name so we'll be using my Sophie girl as the main character but like I said, you are more than welcome to use your own name or a personal oc name to fill that in for yourself!

ahem. Anywayss.

Description: The youngest and most innocent member of the redfield siblings finds herself falling for a the broken and not so innocent blonde agent whose been a well known long term friend with her two older siblings.

Word count: 2,294

Bang, bang, bang.

The entirety of my body jolting at every kickback that was shot from the firearms my current older brother, Chris, was using for his daily target practice. I couldn't help the wincing and jolts; I shouldn't be here.

I couldn't express to you how many times I tried to tug on the man's sleeve, shirt or even gentle taps to his shoulder to ask him when we were leaving but I barely got a direct answer from the him at all.

"Chris," I tugged on the shoulder strap of his bullet proof vest. I was beginning to feel more agitated by every passing second we stayed inside the echoing room that smelled nothing of gun powder. "My ears are starting to hurt from the noise. When can we go?"

"Throw these on Soph. They should help with the noise," he placed a pair of noise reduction headphones over my ears and the gave a few pats to my head before his attention was directed back to his previous target practice shenanigans.

But even with headphones my ears felt like they were throbbing against the muffled fabric, the thudding of my own heartbeat was getting overwhelming and even a teensy bit aggravating.

Stepping back to my previous seating with a sigh, knowing we'd probably be here for another hour or two, hell even three before he decides to even take it upon himself to rest and I felt like I was only losing a consistent battle with him.

The thing about Chris is he was the most stubborn sibling out of Him, Claire and I. He didn't budge half the time and even went on to say 'it wouldn't hurt for me to teach you a few things yknow.' And he wasn't entirely wrong but I hated everything that had to do with weaponry and violence, it made me feel queasy and left an unsettling feeling at the pit of my stomach just having my frail hands wrapped around the grip of a singular handgun.

The thing about me, however is if I push his buttons hard enough— guilt him. He might actually budge just a little bit and it grew to be a personal trick up the sleeve that both Claire and I used against him when we wanted something and he wasn't caving. Often times it worked more with me than with her so she always had me do the dirty work in that aspect.

However, I chose not to this time around. I chose to leave the heap of stubborn known as my brother alone because I knew in his eyes this was some sort of stress relief. It was serotonin regardless of how violent and unnerving I found it myself because to him this was what heaven looked like, served to him on a silver platter.

Here, he didn't have to worry about his life being on the line or other lives grasped in the palm of his hands. He didn't have to look the poor individuals in the eye as the light faded from them and leave yet another feeling of emptiness in his heart.

I winced at the mere thought itself.

I didn't have it in me to take that away from him. Not now.

Instead I sat like the good little sister I was and chose to endure the consistent bang after bang, each shot hitting somewhere between the head and shoulders of the practice dummies out in the range.

Running a hand through my hair, I sit with my arms folded over my chest, bouncing my left leg in anticipation and eagerness just to get out of this situation. I needed something to do besides stare off into the abyss because I couldn't even manage that, the sound of the reload and kick back of the trigger was the only thing my mind could focus on.

I allowed my cheeks to puff out. I should of stayed at home. I could be curled up in my comfy two set of pink Bugs Bunny sleep attire with some stupid film set on the television right now with some stupid microwaveable meal set perfectly on my lap. Hell, even popcorn would do. Anything was better than this. Doesn't sound like an appealing activity to spend your Friday Night, but anything was better than where I currently was.

You'd think that any 29 year old man would be at a bar checking out some girls that wore too little of clothing or just enough to hide what any man would be drowning in their own set of lust just thinking about it. That's an average thought for a man, right? That was fun to them especially if they were single. Instead, Chris was found here almost every day at the butt crack of dawn with no other excuse other than 'I need to practice my aim.' Though even I could read right through that lie.

I guess I shouldn't be judging the guy, it might come back to bite me in the ass because every morning for myself was the same thing just like him.

Wake up, quickly brush through my set of pearly whites and then rush down to the living room TV where my two other siblings would find me sitting until noon on most days watching the old cartoon channel where Bugs and the little annoying RoadRunner bird were to be found.

I realize I am 25 years old and that was probably a child like way to spend my mornings but I didn't necessarily care. It has been my morning routine since I was a little kid and it wasn't about to change just because people looked to me as if I was too old to be doing that.

I snapped out of my momentary thoughts of the night I could be having if I didn't allow Chris to drag me from my spot on the couch. The singular door to the range slide open, snapping my head to catch a glimpse of the figure emerging, he was hard not to notice.

"Chris,"

My brother took notice immediately, slipping his own set of headphone off to rest around his neck. His pistol being set to safety before resting it on the small counter in front of him, "Leon."

Leon had been a old friend of both Claire and Chris over the years, Claire being the first to of met the blonde years back in Raccoon City when all hell broke lose. He picked her up at a gas station that was swarmed with nothing but the undead, helped her through the mess even while separated and then the rest was history. In more ways than one I was thankful for him.

We weren't close like he was with my siblings. I knew little to nothing about his personal life and I suppose that was reciprocated when it came to him— he knew nothing about me other than I was the youngest out of the Redfield siblings.

I'd see him around the house every once in a while and usually the only interactions we ever made were small head nods or a wave of some kind but it was never a conversation. Maybe, if I was lucky— I'd get a 'Hey Soph.' But that even was a bit rare to hear from him. We kept to our own and I suppose that had something to do with the age difference and how I didn't work under D.S.O or even in the line of work that Claire took on. I worked at a little Café on the corner not far from where Claire, Chris and I all lived. A nine to five average job.

I was hardly ever in the loop with the three of them unless Absolutely necessary. Sometimes it irritated me and other times I was thankful for it.

"I'm gonna be heading out for the night but," I watched as the duffle bag that was hanging from his left shoulder was slightly moved to the front of him, rummaging through and pulled out what seemed to be a case file, "Director Winston wanted you to take a look at this. Our next case I suppose."

Chris had taken the flimsy case file into his grasp, giving Leon an appreciative head nod, "Sure. I'll take a look when I head home."

Yeah right. Like we would be leaving anytime soon.

I wrapped my arms over the top of the chair, my upper torso turned to face in their direction and I rested my chin down on my forearm all while my eyes fluttered shut. Sleep had really started to take a toll on my mind and body as of recently and as of now, I suppose it was showing quite a bit now.

I was still currently in College and as much as I loved my current job because of the customers and the environment in general was always something I looked forward to, It wasn't something I planned to do for the rest of my life. I somewhat had a plan for my future-- Something both Claire and Chris pounded into my head until it eventually stuck. They'd constantly lecture me on how I just needed to find something I loved to do, something I'd enjoy and wouldn't look at it like a job but rather a hobby but It wasn't like I needed much convincing from either of them.

I watched both of my siblings fight off all the bioterrorists and B.O.W.'s for years. I watched each of them fall apart and be forced to pick those pieces up on their own, one by one. I was a first hand witness to see how the innocence and light they once held in their eyes had faded away until it was nothing more than an old shell of who they use to be, drowning in the darkest parts of them would then you find maybe a small glimpse of their happy nature they once held.

In some sort of way, I understood their need for me to go to college, to have at least one of us find normalcy because deep down I suppose they knew I'd fall into that same work unless they drilled into my head where I needed to be.

It wasn't so bad, the only complaint I ever had was the bags under my eyes that I could only imagine were big enough to carry groceries if I wanted them to. And not the flimsy, small bags of dairy or maybe those small boxes of chex mix you'd snag from the shelves. No, I'm talking about the gallon of milk they'd have to double bag. The twenty four pack of soda you'd struggle to haul in through the front door. Hell, even the cases of water. I could carry all of it under the honey pools of my face.

I must of found my way into a short slumber because the last thing I remembered was faintly hearing both Leon and Chris murmuring amongst themselves over that file. Now, here I was with a few taps to my shoulder and both men looking down at me with what seemed to be amusement in both of their eyes.

"Cmon Sophie. Leon offered to take you home."

Oh thank god.

It was like heaven hitting my ears in nothing but pure bliss with the mere though of my aching back hitting the plush of that mattress waiting for me at home. I was practically jumping for joy on the inside, bouncing off every wall inside my head.

I rubbed the tired from my eyes with my palms, groggily speaking, "oh okay," a soft yawn escaping through all while I pushed and forced myself up from rather uncomfortable hunk of mental I had been sitting in for the past six hours now.

Hearing a chuckle from both men at me turning my gaze towards them but I couldn't find it in me to give a gentle glare or even a playful scowl because I was far too tired to do such a thing.

Both Leon and I begun heading out towards the door, my legs having a mind of their own to drag me around for the short period they needed to. I heard Chris call out to us which earned him a rather irritable groan from me that I though was only amongst myself but ended up being a little louder than intended.

"Make sure she gets through the door," he was in the process of placing those god awful set of headphones back over his ears.

"Will do," I heard Leon call back, giving a lazy thumbs up. He was trying to leave as soon as possible and I knew that. Chris however, was not and I could tell he was treating it like I was being babysat inside of just a drop off to the house.

"Key is in the small flower pot to the left of the door,"

"Got it,”

"Oh! also Soph, don't stay up too late. You got classes tomorrow. I better not see you up late or I-"

I finally had enough, finishing his sentence for him, "Kick my ass. Yes, I know. Can we go now?" I huffed, motioning towards the door with almost a whiney tone to my voice but I couldn't care less right now.

He let out a husky laugh, although I didn't find it very funny he was taking up more of my time I could be using to get a decent eight hours of sleep. But with a wave of his hand I was practically pushing Leon with my palms to get moving before he started talking all over again like he was a babysitter of some sort and giving Leon a run down on how to handle me as if I needed yet another person worrying about me in my corner.

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lonewhumper · 1 year

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CONTAINS: creepy/intimate whumpers, noncon touching, threats of noncon, nonchalant talk about trafficking/abuse by whumpers, physical and psychological abuse, poor whumpee being shown up close and personal "how good he has it/how much worse it could be"...Asa is not having a good time.

[12. PART 1]

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Asa doesn't make a sound—tries not to even breathe too loudly—to do his best to ensure Hayes all but forgets he's there as he drives. Maybe stops being so angry...changes his mind, even. But it's hard to keep steady when he knows where Hayes is taking him.

Hayes works somewhere bad. Somewhere they hurt people, and somewhere with more people just like Hayes there to do it. And the longer Hayes doesn't speak, the longer the drive goes on, the more afraid Asa gets of what's to come, what kind of tour that's been promised, and he finds he can't stop trembling, every few breaths hitching in a way he can't control.

The blindfolded had inched up a bit when he fell, and though he can't see much, he can see the carpet beneath him, the sunlight glistening on the fibers, and he wishes...

He wishes he could go outside.

Horribly, shamefully, the wish of wanting to be out of here, to have the freedom to do as he wants again...it doesn't come next. That comes third.

The second thing he wishes is that Hayes would take him outside. That Hayes would treat him like a person instead of some kind of untrained, bad animal.

He's disgusted by it. By himself. But he wonders if he was just good enough...because Hayes had promised that if he just behaved...maybe...

No. No, no, no.

Finally, Hayes makes another turn, and then pulls the car to a stop, wasting no time before he's yanking the back door open, muttering to himself as he drags Asa up by his collar and shoves him forward.

"Walk, bitch."

Asa tries, hissing as sharp gravel bites into his bare feet, as he stumbles forward blindly with his hands out to try and not hit anything, led only by Hayes's hand bunched in the back of the hoodie.

Hayes still slams him face-first into a concrete wall while something electronic beeps off to the side, and then a door unlocks, and Asa is shoved forward into darkness as it closes behind him.

As heavy as the thud it makes is, Asa knows he won't be getting it back open by himself, and he's terrified as he stays there, on his knees, waiting for an order...

That doesn't come.

"...S-Sir?" Asa asks eventually, confused, straightening up a little more. He wipes blood from under his nose, groaning softly, and then finally dares to lift the blindfold only to find himself in such a complete and utter darkness that his heart skips a beat. "Wh—Chris?"

Nothing. Not a reprimand for using his name, not a shove, not a threat for removing the blindfold, not anything. Asa never even heard him walk away. It's like he'd pushed Asa into a fucking void all by himself, and it's goddamn terrifying.

Did he even come in with him...? Or is Asa here completely alone?

And is being away from him a blessing or a curse?

He catches his breath, getting to his feet, slowly, and tries to allow his eyes to adjust. There are a few open doors on either side of him, into rooms somehow darker than this hallway, and he flinches away from them. Maybe Hayes is in one of them, or maybe something worse than him is. He isn't about to find out.

Instead he goes forward, hand out against the wall for guidance as much as support, and then rounds a corner to another hall only a slight bit brighter than the last.

His heartbeat is throbbing in his ears, every sense heightened. What does Hayes want from him? Is he supposed to be doing this? Should he have stayed there and waited? It doesn't fucking matter, he's punished no matter what he does, he always is. But maybe...maybe if he could somehow turn this around on Hayes...find a way out...

There's a noise from somewhere behind him, and he jumps, whirling to face only more darkness. He takes a step back—

And is suddenly grabbed, slammed up against the wall, and held there by his neck.

"Well, lookie here," purrs the stranger, squeezing until Asa chokes, tears welling up in his eyes as he gags for air. "You're even prettier than the picture! All collared, and, fuck..."

He slides his other hand down to run a palm along Asa's belly. "So soft. I knew you would be. The way Hayes talks about you...yeah, I knew you'd be good. Asa, right? Such a pretty name for such a pretty boy..."

"Alec," Asa manages, just barely, and Alec punches Asa so hard in the stomach that Asa would have collapsed if not for the grip round his neck.

"He was right. No respect. But hey...that's why you're here. To be taught some. So let's see if we can't do that, huh? Let's go. Your tour starts now."

Asa can't walk, but Alec drags him along anyways, tossing him into an elevator at the end of the hall. At last Asa manages to take in a full breath, coughing as he pushes himself up to his arms, and then the second the doors close, Alec crouches down, pushes Asa down again, and grabs him hard through his pants.

"No!" Asa shrieks, kicking out, and Alec laughs, batting him away as he struggles like Asa's nothing at all to him. He's bigger than Hayes, stronger, and if even Hayes could defeat him...

It's fucking humiliating. He sobs softly, squeezing his eyes shut as he's forced to lie there and take it.

Maybe it's something he should be used to by now.

"Sorry, baby," Alec says, clearly not sorry in the slightest. "I had to feel that for myself, after all the teasing. I'd love to see it, too, but..."

He tugs at the strings at Asa's waist, which Hayes had knotted so tightly it was like he never planned on taking them off again, and it's the first time Asa's ever felt truly grateful to him.

"He's a little possessive over you, hmm? I would be, too. Goddamn, what a body."

"Stop," Asa says, turning his head as Alec lifts his hoodie up instead, touching over wherever he can. "Ah! Fuck off!"

Alec backhands him, hard enough his nose starts to bleed again, and then shoves his thumb up against Asa's lower lip, rubbing it.

"I'd be very careful about opening that mouth, baby," he says. "That's how you get things shoved in it. I was told not to go too far with you, sure as hell not to fuck you, but..." He gestures up to the ceiling. "There's no cameras in here. And I don't take orders from Hayes. So remember that."

Asa grunts furiously, trying to squirm away, but Alec still holds him there and thoroughly feels over his body until the doors open and he sighs in disappointment, pulling Asa up to his feet and pushing him out.

Asa is shivering violently, hugging himself tightly as he tries to recover, and Alec pats his ass and calls him a fucking prude.

"Sooner you stop flinching around about sex, the sooner things'll get better for you, you know. I mean, fuck, you got the easiest master on the fucking planet! He's heartbroken. Can you imagine how good you'd have it if you got on those knees and opened that pretty mouth for him every time he came home? You'd have him on a fucking leash. That's all he wants. Just a loving little lap dog. It's not much to ask."

Asa growls, lurching away from him. "You're all disgusting—"

"Oh, no. We're not disgusting. I'm not. You want to see disgusting?" Alec grabs a handful of Asa's hair and starts walking him forward, down another hallway that smells horrible.

"Yeah? You like that? Keep it up and this is all you'll be smelling again, stuck down here with all the rest of the animals."

He stops Asa, releases his hair so he can look around, and Asa wishes he hadn't. To his left is a cell—no, the whole hall is nothing but cells, each sealed with metal fencing and a padlock where it attaches to the wall.

Inside this one is a boy not much older than Asa, sitting silent and still in the corner, never once looking up at them, even for a second. There's a bucket in the corner, and a dirty cot in the middle, and nothing else.

"Down here, Asa, is the place you never want to be. Does he look comfy? How about this next one, come on! Don't be shy. Take a real good look at what disgusting really is."

Asa's legs are weak as he slowly goes forward, taking in each and every person stuck behind these cells, feeling sicker every moment.

"These are the whores no masters want anymore. Too old to be sold, but not too old to be fucked. Or to fuck, since that's what some people like. Or maybe too scarred, like that one. Not pretty enough to show off as a real pet, but still a good, useful hole to fuck when you're drunk. That's all any of these are...bitches we rent out for parties, or by request for their favorite regulars."

He laughs, looking Asa over. "You'd get the freaks. I can tell you that much. Face like that? Oh, you'd get the ones into shit that'd ruin you. I'm sure a few of them could tell you which ones they have nightmares about. See, down here, it doesn't matter if anyone scars you up or whatever else they wanna do...they're the only ones that'll ever have you again. And then when you're all used up and done, and no one wants you anymore..."

He cups his hand to the front of Asa's neck, and then drags a finger across it. It makes Asa choke the same as if he'd been strangled again.

"It's a steady income," Alec says with a shrug, like it's not fucking people they're talking about. Asa stays completely still even when Alec starts to move again, staring in at the girl in the cell next to them, and then Alec picks something up off the wall and gives Asa a terrible grin.

"You wanna see what we use to control them?" he asks, and then, without waiting even a moment, shoves the end of a baton into Asa's stomach and clicks a button.

Asa doesn't even register that the scream he hears is coming from him at first as electricity shoots through every nerve, lasting an eternity and only a few seconds all at once. He drops to his knees, bracing his hands on the floor as he gasps and spits, and Alec hums.

"Yeah. The threat is really all they need. Once they feel that, they usually don't want to feel it again. Or...do you? I heard you might like a little pain. Is that true?"

Asa shakes his head, trying not to be sick.

"No? Then get up. Come on. Just a little ways more."

Fueled only by fear of being tased again, Asa manages to struggle up and follow Alec again, slow, until Alec stops him and pushes him up against the fence. Asa hooks his fingers into the holes, relieved for the support, and then squints inside at the boy sitting on the cot inside.

He looks half-dead. Asa can't imagine what he's been through, what any of them have been through, as his blue eyes meet Asa's own.

"This one," Alec says, and then tsks. "This whore knows your master up close and personal, now, doesn't he?"

The boy's breath hitches, and he fully raises his head, his expression confused one moment and terrified the next. "...Chris."

Asa stares at him. "How d—"

Alec slams the baton against the fence, and the boy flinches from the noise, bringing his knees up to his chest.

"Tell the new boy your name, whore."

"Caleb," the boy says, quietly, and Alec sighs, resting his chin down against Asa's head.

"You can't trust a single word this one says, Asa. He's a lying, cheating little slut. The most pathetic one down here. So Hayes can tell you how they know each other. But he can tell you what he did wrong..."

He clicks the button, making the baton buzz again, and Asa flinches just as Caleb does.

"I was..." Caleb starts, looking at Asa, and then down again, "I-I was...ungrateful."

"Fuck," Asa mumbles, without meaning to, because fuck, and Alec hums.

"That's right you were," he tells Caleb, reaching down to palm Asa again, keeping him pinned in place against the fence with his body. "Hayes did everything for you, and you betrayed him. Is it better here, whore? Do you prefer all the ones who fuck you now over one good man?"

Caleb whimpers. "No, sir. No, I—"

"And who's fault is it that you're here?"

Caleb's eyes flash with anger, and fear, and then he mutters, "It's...mine. My fault."

Asa opens his mouth, but Alec covers it before he can say a thing, squeezing his nose shut so he can't make a sound.

"Good boy. Any parting words of wisdom for our new boy here?"

Caleb doesn't look at Asa again. He just stares at his bare feet, wringing his hands in his lap, and says, "I can't, um—just—just—be grateful, he's—he's a g-good man, and uh, I'm—just don't make him mad, and you'll—"

"Oh, Caleb." Alec taps three times on the fence, and Caleb flinches with each one. "Your three o'clock's almost here. Save those tears for him, huh? You know how much he likes them."

Caleb fucking weeps, and Asa squirms out of Alec's grip, taking off down the hall. He doesn't really mean it to escape so much as to get away from the reality that he isn't Hayes's first, and that if he doesn't—

If he doesn't behave with Hayes, then this is exactly where he'll end up, too.

Not home. Not free. Here. His only two options.

"Oh my God," he sobs, starting to fall to his knees again, tears blurring his vision, and then Alec is wrapping an arm around him and lifting him up, tossing him over his shoulder like he weighs nothing at all.

"Poor baby. Was that too much? Are you feeling overwhelmed? Good. But I've still got one more place to show you."

Asa doesn't even struggle. He doesn't have the strength. He doesn't care. He just stays there, completely limp, watching a few more doors and halls go by upside down before Alec unceremoniously dumps him on the tile floor of another room.

And then shuts the door and locks it, slipping the key into his pocket.

Asa doesn't want to move now, either, but he slowly takes a look up—

And very much wishes he hadn't, crying out at the sight of shelves lining the walls, of tools and toys that he highly doubts are for pleasure more than they are torture.

"Yeah, that's about the reaction they all have," Alec says fondly, hands on his hips. "This is my training room, pretty boy. Welcome. Don't you like it?"

He kicks a metal hook on the floor, and gestures to his neck. "First thing I'd do, if you were my newest little project, is I'd collar and chain you to the floor, right here. And then I'd spend my days training your mouth and your hole and your body with everything in here until you were the sweetest, most obedient little angel. Until you knew how to beg, how to pleasure, how to be perfect."

Asa looks around again, taking in each and every horrible thing, and Alec laughs, coming closer. "I fucking love how scared you all get in the beginning. And how ready you are to take anything and everything you're given by the end. Some take a few weeks, some a month or two. But make no mistake, little boy..."

He points the baton at Asa. "There's not a whore I haven't been able to break yet. And there never will be. And it sure as fuck wouldn't be you. Scrawny little thing...that didn't happen in two weeks. You didn't take care of yourself, did you? But Hayes does. I would. Hell, I don't even sleep until my little whores are fucked out! I'm a giving man. And it helps us both dream sweet."

Asa opens his mouth, trying to find the words to express his disgust, his fury at this all, but there's nothing. He lets out a string of curses instead, and Alec laughs, clicking the button and driving the baton's tip against Asa's foot.

"I love how you scream," he says, when Asa can hear again, and then he tases Asa's side, and his stomach, until he's left panting and choking for air and begging for it to stop.

"Please...please..."

"I love that even more." Alec grabs something off the shelf, something Asa doesn't even see before suddenly a hard wooden paddle is slamming against his thigh.

"You're gonna bruise so pretty, baby." Alec hits him again, over his ass, and Asa scrabbles at the floor, trying to get away as if there's anywhere at all to go.

Alec lets him. He lets Asa crawl a few feet, follows him, and strikes him again, repeatedly, until Asa rolls onto his back and furiously grabs out at the paddle when it nearly lands again, yanking on it as hard as he can.

"You fucker! You fucking asshole, you fuckin'—"

Alec lets go of it, suddenly, and it strikes Asa hard up under his jaw, and for a second...everything is dull, quiet, meaningless. He doesn't feel afraid anymore, and the burning, stinging pain all over him is entirely in the background.

He thinks, maybe, if he was to be good...maybe it could be like this more. Maybe he wouldn't have to hurt so fucking bad all the time.

Maybe he doesn't have to end up here.

A sharp slap brings him back to himself, though the pain takes longer, ebbing and throbbing as he winces and cracks open his eyes.

"Did that feel nice? Huh?" Alec cups his chin, rubs his thumb along a terribly sore spot that he's sure is already bruising. "Knocked yourself right the fuck out on my floor. Dumbest thing I've ever seen!"

Asa groans, pulling away, slumping onto his front. He gets one arm up under him, but it won't yet support his weight, and Alec circles him.

"No wonder Hayes is pissed. Look at you. You're not even a fighter, you're just stupid. You couldn't take anyone on if you fucking tried. You just like cursing and spitting like an angry little kitten. That's what it is! Throwing a hissy fit, all for show. And if you stopped being so fucking stupid, he wouldn't have to have me come and scare you!"

"Y' don'...don't..." Asa tries, and Alec kicks him in the stomach, flipping him back over onto his back.

"Bitch, yes I do. And I've barely done a thing to you. But...you're right. It's not enough. Not enough that it's gonna really make an impact."

He shrugs, flipping the paddle in one hand and fingering the baton's button with the other as Asa presses himself against the wall, hand out as if it'll stop anything about to happen.

"But hey. We've got time together, still. And we've got a whole lot of things to try out in here. I'll even let you pick, if you want. Oh, yeah...that face...that's what I want to see. Look, you're already doing better!"

He licks his lips, drinking in the sight of Asa's fear, and smiles.

"Yeah. I sure think it's safe to say that we're gonna make some progress."

taglist for chapters: @oddsconvert @darkthingshappen @leyswhumpdump @littlespacecastle @forthetaintedsorrow-whump @veyroswin @eatyourdamnpears @t0rture-me @darlingwhump @melancholy-in-the-morning @flowersarefreetherapy @ender-whumps @the-infinant-one @watermelons-dont-grow-on-trees @endless-whump @serickswrites @whump-for-all-and-all-for-whump @flynnswhumpprompts @whumpcereal @whumpqin @honeybunny-og @whumpyblogthing @whumpzone @catawhumpus @quietlywhump @sparrowsage @the-turnips-last-stand @goesaroundcomesaroundwhat @whumpy-catfish @dont-be-gentle-please @the-bloody-sadist @whumpinggrounds @squishablesunbeam @canislycaon24 @ivoryangel1290 @burningkittypoet @baldngoamc (let me know if you want on or off this list!)

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hi there here are some links to my posts

all of my original posts

and some of my favorite boys

Alejandro Rosario

Johnny Orlando

Dakota Lotus

Asher Angel

Avi Angel

Hayes Grier

Spencer Bramucci

Bryce Parker

Marc Gomez

Ty Simpkins

Malachi Barton

Trey Makai

Chris Sturniolo

DerekTrendz

Gio Cascaes

Jiggy Turner

Jack Wright

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wyattjohnston · 1 year

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all fic | universe | gifs | exchanges

(alphabetical order by team, then by player)

updated: 27 Jan '24

* = contains smut

boston bruins

charlie mcavoy

kiss it better now

buffalo sabres

erik johnson

only all the time (series of one shots)

jeff skinner

your eyes look like coming home

tyson jost

it’s me & you

out of ten

this is getting good now (series of one shots)

calgary flames

noah hanifin

the one who needs saving

carolina hurricanes

andrei svechnikov

kinda hope they catch us

colorado avalanche

gabriel landeskog

‘til you give me all your love

nathan mackinnon

the second time

you always did feel just like home

columbus blue jackets

nick blankenburg

need a little company

dallas stars

jake oettinger

the saddest thing i know

roope hintz

no sound worse than silence

tyler seguin

ain’t no sunshine (#1, #2, #3, #4, #5, playlist)

edmonton oilers

leon draisaitl

lock in your love

florida panthers

matthew tkachuk

don't want to miss you like this

you gotta kiss somebody (sometimes)

los angeles kings

pierre luc dubois

never said a thing

montreal canadiens

josh anderson

what am i to you?

nashville predators

anthony beauvillier

into moonlight (series of one shots)

taylor hall

better at leaving* & i just keep coming back to you*

new jersey devils

dougie hamilton

i’ll bet you didn’t even know

jack hughes

make it weird

we all have our secrets

we don't have no time to waste (series of one shots)

nico hischier

late nights in the middle of june (series of one shots)

not perfect (but we were)

new york islanders

mat barzal

all eyes, they're on you (series of one shots)

uh oh

new york rangers

chris kreider

toward a feminine sea

philadelphia flyers

joel farabee

fell in love with you in stages

travis konecny

take me as i am (series of one shots)

pittsburgh penguins

ryan graves

never saw you coming

to hold your hand (would be the bravest thing)

seattle kraken

andre burakovsky

dreamer (just like you)

we look good together*

jamie oleksiak

my picket fence penguins

your eyes look like coming home

st louis blues

colton parayko

open your heart to me

kasperi kapanen

let's get these wheels in motion*

kevin hayes

got a hold on me* (series of one shots)

how those rumours fly

toronto maple leafs

mitch marner

give the stars something to watch

morgan rielly

sache que je serai la tienne (series of one shots)

william nylander

let's get these wheels in motion*

vancouver canucks

brock boeser

and i had silly dreams

take you one day at a time (series of one shots)

elias pettersson

been a long time coming

quinn hughes

let's finish what we started

until the light shines through

vegas golden knights

nolan patrick

found the cure for a broken heart

say that we'll be together (series of one shots)

washington capitals

nicklas backstrom

give up the game

tom wilson

in the shadows & still want more

winnipeg jets

adam lowry

breaking all the rules

#masterlist #this may look exactly the same as the old one #but this is in the new post type

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A List of Stop-Motion Feature-Length Films You Probably Haven't Tried.

If you’re anything like me, stop-motion animation is something that you’re sick of hearing about, because it’s always the same fucking recommendations. I took the time to browse over Wikipedia’s “List of stop-motion films” and do what I could to create a list of stop-motion feature-length films that might be worth a watch and that you haven’t constantly heard animation brats cream themselves over. Obviously, this list is not perfect, it’s mostly based off of the films I was able to find generally high reviews for on Letterboxd, but this list will contain nothing from Aardman, nothing from Laika, nothing from Wes Anderson, Tim Burton, or Henry Selick, but will contain at least a handful of things you haven't heard constant chatter about. These films are also fully stop-motion, so nothing from Ray Harryhausen or Jan Švankmajer either. Oh, and no shorts or television, obviously.

I will go ahead and put the following eight as films that aren't as frequently referenced in "best stop-motion films of all time" articles, but will find their ways into conversations about stop-motion without much difficulty;

René Laloux's "Fantastic Planet" (1973)

Will Vinton's "The Adventures of Mark Twain" (1985)

Adam Elliot's "Mary and Max" (2009)

Charlie Kaufman & Duke Johnson "Anomalisa" (2015)

Claude Barras's "My Life as a Zucchini" (2016) [French]

Phil Tippett's "Mad God" (2021)

Dean Fleischer Camp's "Marcel the Shell with Shoes On" (2021)

Guillermo del Toro's "Pinocchio" (2022)

If you haven't seen those eight, I'd take care of that first. Now, we hit other stuff.

Lotte Reiniger's "The Adventures of Prince Achmed" (1926) [German]

Wladyslaw Starewicz & Irene Starewicz "The Tale of the Fox" (1937) [French]

Ivo Caprino's "The Pinchcliffe Grand Prix" (1975) [Norwegian]

Piotr Kamler's "Chronopolis" (1982) [French]

Chris Taylor & Mark Hall's "The Wind in the Willows" (1983)

Dave Borthwick's "The Secret Adventures of Tom Thumb" (1993)

Stanislav M. Sokolov & Derek W. Hayes's "The Miracle Maker" (2000)

Christiane Cegavske's "Blood Tea and Red String" (2006)

Jan Balej's "One Night in One City" (2007) [Czech]

Stéphane Aubier & Vincent Patar's "A Town Called Panic" (2009) [French]

Fernando Cortizo's "The Apostle" (2012) [Spanish]

Chris Sullivan's "Consuming Spirits" (2012)

Paul Cowan & Amer Shomali "The Wanted 18" (2014)

Jan Balej's "Little from the Fish Shop" (2015) [Czech]

Takahide Hori's "Junk Head" (2017) [Japanese]

Michael Mort's "Chuck Steel: Night of the Trampires" (2018)

Cristóbal León & Joaquín Cociña's "The Wolf House" (2018) [Spanish]

Paloma Baeza Niki, Lindroth von Bahr, Emma De Swaef, & Marc James Roels's "The House" (2022)

That's what I've got for the time being. If you can recommend a feature-length, majority stop-motion film that's not Aardman, Laika, Wes, Burton, or Selick, I'd be more than happy to look it over and see about adding it to the list. Enjoy.

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Most Beloved WWE Wrestler Tournament: Round 2 Statistics Dump

Followers: 251

Total Votes: 22,087 + 13,398 = 35,485

Times I realized I was not in-depth enough with my checking of wrestlers and forgot at least one which I only found out because I heard an old wrestler was being accused of murder and the name didn't sound familiar so I checked and it turns out he isn't included but have to remind myself that if no one mentioned him being missing from round 1, he probably isn't the most beloved anyway: once, thank god

Beloved By Gender:

We started with a split of 81.7% men to 18.3% women, which moved to 75% men to 25% women after the first round. After the second round of voting, our percentages are:

Voting Trends:

During round 2, the voting totals ranged from a low of 360 votes per day to 554, with the average rising from 387 votes per day to 462 votes per day (Also I figured out how to add a date marking line how cool is that??)

The 100%ers:

While all the 100%ers from Round 1 have since gotten a vote against them, there were a couple of wrestlers in Round 2 who got through unscathed

Billy Gunn (138 + 50)

Taz (53 + 51)

Asuka (58 + 60)

R-Truth (57 + 71)

Public Opinion:

A great many more publicly adored favs have been voted out, so here are the updated lists

Sports Illustrated’s 101 Best Wrestlers Of All Time (2016)

Ric Flair (18, lose)

Shawn Michaels (53 + 57, win)

Steve Austin (29 + 18, lose)

The Rock (23, lose)

The Undertaker (53 + 55, win)

Dusty Rhodes (46 + 42, win)

John Cena (47 + 51, win)

Hulk Hogan (10, lose)

Sting (51 + 53, win)

Andre The Giant (56 + 38, win)

Randy Savage (37 + 32, win)

Roddy Piper (54 + 33, win)

Chris Jericho (27 + 31, win)

Harley Race (17 + 18, win)

Mick Foley (58 + 47, win)

Bret Hart (52 + 59, win)

Randy Orton (58 + 48, win)

Kurt Angle (45 + 36, win)

Antonio Inoki (28 + 38, win)

Ricky Steamboat (28 + 47, win)

Daniel Bryan (61 + 51, win)

Triple H (31 + 12, lose)

Buddy Rogers (21 + 17, win)

Edge (41 + 49, win)

Bob Backlund (26 + 22, win)

Brock Lesnar (23, lose)

Stan Hansen (22, lose)

Bruno Sammartino (30 + 6, lose)

CM Punk (57 + 40, lose)

Ted DiBiase (27 + 26, win)

Bruiser Brody (33 + 31, win)

Hideo Itami (34 + 35, win)

Rey Mysterio (48 + 40, win)

Vader (32 + 17, lose)

Dory Funk Jr (17 + 17, lose)

Mr Perfect (37 + 25, win)

Eddie Guerrero (53 + 43, win)

Jake Roberts (32 + 29, win)

Arn Anderson (25 + 30, win)

The Sheik (31 + 30, win)

AJ Styles (40 + 46, win)

Goldust (70 + 34, win)

Samoa Joe (61 + 84, win)

Terry Funk (27 + 37, win)

Verne Gagne (14, lose)

Mil Mascaras (10, lose)

Rob Van Dam (43 + 45, win)

Tatsumi Fujinami (25, lose)

Rick Rude (35 + 29, win)

Owen Hart (56 + 41, win)

Jeff Hardy (52 + 32, lose)

Goldberg (23 + 22, lose)

Ivan Koloff (15, lose)

Chris Benoit (17, lose)

Larry Zbyszko (4, lose)

Ultimo Dragon (9, lose)

Scott Hall (44 + 40, win)

Trish Stratus (38 + 42, win)

Dean Malenko (37 + 29, win)

Ultimate Warrior (28 + 20, lose)

Fabulous Moolah (18, lose)

William Regal (62 + 45, win)

Gene Kiniski (14, lose)

Scott Steiner (44, lose)

Rick Steiner (26 + 9, lose)

Chyna (68 + 49, win)

Seth Rollins (55 + 54, win)

Kane (40 + 29, win)

Jimmy Snuka (9, lose)

Davey Boy Smith (22 + 24, win)

The Iron Sheik (49 + 40, win)

Pedro Morales (20 + 9, lose)

Michael Hayes (10, lose)

Johnny Valentine (14 + 4, lose)

Shinsuke Nakamura (58 + 60, win)

Diesel (39 + 35, win)

Batista (53 + 54, win)

Lita (46 + 65, win)

Christian (56 + 47, win)

Ron Simmons (25 + 33, win)

Big Show (41 + 60, win)

JBL (10, lose)

Christopher Daniels (26 + 10, lose)

The Miz (34 + 30, win)

PWI Wrestler Of The Year

Pedro Morales (20 + 9, lose)

Jack Brisco (17 + 13, lose)

Bruno Sammartino (30 + 6, lose)

Terry Funk (27 + 37, win)

Dusty Rhodes (46 + 42, win)

Harley Race (17 + 18, win)

Bob Backlund (26 + 22, win)

Ric Flair (18, lose)

Hulk Hogan (10, lose)

Randy Savage (37 + 32, win)

Sting (51 + 53, win)

Vader (32 + 17, lose)

Diesel (39 + 35, win)

Big Show (41 + 39, win)

Lex Luger (25 + 4, lose)

Steve Austin (29 + 18, lose)

The Rock (23, lose)

Brock Lesnar (23, lose)

Kurt Angle (45 + 36, win)

Chris Benoit (17, lose)

Batista (52 + 54, win)

John Cena (47 + 51, win)

Triple H (31 + 12, lose)

Randy Orton (58 + 48, win)

CM Punk (57 + 40, lose)

Daniel Bryan (61 + 51, win)

Seth Rollins (55 + 54, win)

AJ Styles (40 + 46, win)

Adam Cole (47 + 40, win)

Dean Ambrose (58 + 54, win)

Roman Reigns (51 + 64, win)

PWI Woman Of The Year

Joyce Grable (30 + 24, win)

Susan Green (21 + 27, win)

Stephanie McMahon (26 + 4, lose)

Lita (46 + 65, win)

Trish Stratus (38 + 42, win)

Victoria (27 + 23, win)

Candice Michelle (24 + 39, win)

Mickie James (47 + 46, win)

Michelle McCool (29 + 10, lose)

AJ Lee (48 + 46, win)

Sasha Banks (44 + 47, win)

Charlotte Flair (45 + 42, win)

Asuka (58 + 60, win)

Becky Lynch (58 + 53, win)

Bianca Belair (34 + 66, win)

Top 10 Voted In Round 2:

Samoa Joe (84)

Damian Priest (81)

Big E (78)

Sami Zayn/Rhea Ripley (77)

Jey Uso (74)

R-Truth (71)

Bianca Belair (66)

Lita (65)

Roman Reigns (64)

Iyo Sky (63)

Top 10 Voted Overall:

Naomi (223)

Billy Gunn (188)

Damian Priest (150)

Samoa Joe (145)

Rhea Ripley (134)

Sami Zayn (130)

R-Truth (128)

Big E (125)

Jey Uso (123)

Asuka/Shinsuke Nakamura (118)

Thank you so much to everyone who's been voting thus far. We've got less than 300 wrestlers left to sift through and the competition is starting to seriously heat up. Keep an eye out for Round 3, starting tomorrow!

#WWE #WWF #most beloved wwe wrestler tournament

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Elon Musk has turned Twitter X into a haven for hate speech as well as bots from Russia and other malevolent countries.

Musk himself promoted an antisemitic tweet – probably to show his far right pals that he's just one of the guys. Because of that, he's losing his few remaining respectable advertisers and is coming under scrutiny by governments in the US, UK, and the EU.

An advertising boycott of social media platform X is gathering pace amid an antisemitism storm on the site formerly known as Twitter. Apple, Disney, Comcast and Warner Brothers Discovery have all halted advertising on X, US media report, following hot on the heels of IBM. The European Commission, TV network Paramount and movie studio Lionsgate have also pulled ad dollars from X. It comes after X owner Elon Musk amplified an antisemitic trope. The corporate boycott has also been picking up steam in the wake of an investigation by a US group which flagged ads appearing next to pro-Nazi posts on X. A spokesperson for X told the BBC on Thursday that the company does not intentionally place brands "next to this kind of content" and the platform is dedicated to combatting antisemitism. Mr Musk came under fire on Wednesday after he replied to a post sharing an antisemitic conspiracy theory, calling it "actual truth".

Yeah, "actual truth" as the type of stuff you'd find on Truth Social. 🙄

The White House denounced Mr Musk's endorsement of the post. "We condemn this abhorrent promotion of antisemitic and racist hate in the strongest terms," said spokesperson Andrew Bates.

The Washington Post has a list of major advertisers who have suspended their ads on Musk's platform.

IBM IBM pulled its advertising from X on Nov. 16 after the Media Matters report identified it as one of several blue-chip companies whose ads had appeared next to tweets promoting antisemitism. [ ... ] Apple The maker of iPhones and MacBooks decided to pause all advertising on X on Friday after Musk endorsed an antisemitic post on platform, according to Axios, citing unnamed sources, and the New York Times. Apple was reportedly the platform’s largest advertiser, spending nearly $50 million in the first quarter of 2022. [ ... ] Lionsgate A spokesperson for the entertainment and film distribution company told The Washington Post it suspended advertisements on X on Friday afternoon, saying the decision came after “Elon’s tweet.” [ ... ] Disney The entertainment giant suspended advertising on the social media platform Friday, a company spokesperson said. [ ... ] Paramount The media, streaming and entertainment company is suspending all advertising on the platform, a spokesperson said in an email to The Post on Friday.

[ ... ] Comcast The global media and tech company is pausing ads on X, company spokesperson Jennifer Khoury said in an email on Friday. Philadelphia-based Comcast, with a market cap near $171 billon, provides a range of broadband, wireless and other services.

The European Union has also stopped all advertising at MuskX.

No more ads on Elon’s X, EU Commission tells staff

Truth Social is having HÜGE financial problems. Perhaps the two ought to merge; a lot of people wouldn't notice the difference except for the logo. 😆

Chris Hayes at MSNBC put Elon Musk's antisemitism in historical perspective.

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To people still on Twitter/X: How do you explain to others why you remain on a platform associated with vile hatemongers?

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joe-england · 2 years

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The Truth Behind The DeSantis ‘Election Integrity’ Stunt In Florida

Man. This DeSantis schmuck is the worst.

#youtube #desantis #florida #election integrity #msnbc #voting #voting rights #republicans #felons #Chris Hayes #all in #florida rights restoration coalition #desmond meade #rights

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Doug Pagitt (the Chris Hayes guest) also talks about why evangelical voters like Trump, and he says it's because they have more power under him--he's willing to make them an important part of his coalition. Which is like politics at its most basic, right? People support the coalitions that give them power! All other considerations fall away when it comes to this most basic principle. On that basis, trying to cleave evangelicals away from Trump seems kind of silly, especially for reasons as minor as "hypocrisy." OTOH, evangelicals aren't a monolith, and (at least within the last 40-50 years) haven't always been synonymous with "Republicans." Jimmy Carter was an evangelical, after all. Within the category "evangelical," the three big groups are charismatic pentacostals, Southern Baptists, and nondenominational evangelicals, and Trump's support is weakest (though still high) in the third group. But his performance among evangelicals (mostly driven by his performance with this third group) declined from 2016 to 2020; if its declines further still in 2024, that alone could torpedo his chances. He has, after all, never won the popular vote; he really needs every vote he can manage to win.

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Never before in history have so many people been under the gaze of so many strangers. Humans evolved in small groups, defined by kinship: those we knew, knew us. And our imaginative capabilities allowed us to know strangers—kings and queens, heroes of legend, gods above—all manner of at least partly mythic personalities to whom we may have felt as intimately close to as kin. For the vast majority of our species’ history, those were the two principal categories of human relations: kin and gods. Those we know who know us, grounded in mutual social interaction, and those we know who don’t know us, grounded in our imaginative powers. But now consider a third category: people we don’t know and who somehow know us. They pop up in mentions, comments, and replies; on subreddits, message boards, or dating apps. Most times, it doesn’t even seem noteworthy: you look down at your phone and there’s a notification that someone you don’t know has liked a post. You might feel a little squirt of endorphin in the brain, an extremely faint sense of achievement. Yet each instance of it represents something new as a common human experience, for their attention renders us tiny gods. The Era of Mass Fame is upon us.

Chris Hayes, On the internet, we’re always famous

#Chris Hayes #On the internet we're always famous

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Sen. Bernie Sanders said late Tuesday night that it was time to "put up or shut up" for any U.S. lawmaker who claims to fight for the working class as he and other progressives in Congress vowed to insert paid sick leave into a labor agreement between railway workers and the nation's rail companies.

With a vote in the U.S. House as early as Wednesday morning, Sanders was asked by MSNBC host Chris Hayes whether Congress has the authority to mandate that sick leave—the final key demand of railway workers unions who have battling the carriers for months—be added to the deal that congressional lawmakers have been asked by President Joe Biden to force through as a way to avert a strike by the workers that would have huge impacts on the national economy.

"Congress has the power to come up with an agreement in order to protect the economy," said Sanders. While he said that he doesn't know anybody who wants a strike—and acknowledged that such a work stoppage would hurt the broader economy—Sanders said the "bottom line" in this fight is quite clear.

"The bottom line," said Sanders, "is that the American people and workers throughout this country are profoundly disgusted by the kind of corporate greed that we are seeing. Everybody knows that billionaires are getting richer, working people are struggling, corporate profits are at an all-time high, and they're making goods unaffordable for ordinary Americans—that's the overall reality. And what you're seeing in the rail industry is that phenomenon in spades."

Citing statistics that show the major rail carriers have made an estimated $21 billion in profits over the last three quarters, another $25 billion in stock buybacks to enrich their wealthy investors, and multi-million dollar salaries to top executives, Sanders slammed the fact that the railway workers themselves "have zero—underline zero—guaranteed sick leave."

Watch the full interview:

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On Tuesday night, Rep. Jamaal Bowman (D-N.Y.) introduced an amendment in the House that would add seven paid sick days to the labor contract proposal that was negotiated with the assistance of the White House earlier this year, but subsequently rejected by a number of the railway unions for lack of sick leave. With the strike deadline looming, Biden on Monday angered many rank-and-file union members and outside progressives by asking Congress to force through the previous contract deal without pushing for the inclusion of sick leave.

While House Speaker Nancy Pelosi on Monday backed Biden's call to push through a vote on the contract "with no poison pills or changes to the negotiated terms," but in a Dear Colleague letter issued Tuesday evening she adjusted that course by indicating that two votes would be held, explaining to members:

• First, we will consider the strike-averting legislation to adopt the Tentative Agreement, as negotiated by the railroad companies and labor leaders.

• Next, we will have a separate, up-or-down vote to add seven days of paid sick leave for railroaders to the Tentative Agreement.

• Then, we will send this package to the Senate, which will then go directly to President Biden for signature.

With Sanders vowing to fight for the same kind of inclusion in the Senate, reporting from Capitol Hill indicated that there may be enough Republican support for adding the paid sick leave to bypass the 60-vote threshold and overcome a filibuster in the upper chamber.

Asked if he thought he could get the ten necessary votes from the GOP in the Senate, Sanders said, "Well, who knows?" as he mentioned that Sen. John Cornyn (R-Texas), the party caucus' whip, has indicated "significant" support for the amendment among Republicans.

"Look, you have a number of Republicans who claim—claim—to be supporters of the working class," he added. "Well, if you are a supporter of the working class how are you going to vote against the proposal which provides guaranteed paid sick leave to workers who have none right now? So I am cautiously optimistic that we can get this done."

Asked by Hayes if this represents a "put your money where your mouth is" moment for a Republican Party that has tried to claim the mantle of being the authentic blue-collar party, Sanders nodded in agreement.

"Put up or shut up," said Sanders. "If you can't vote for this, to give workers today—who really have hard jobs, dangerous jobs—if you can't give them paid sick leave, don't tell anybody that you stand with working families."

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