#i shouldn't have to ask you to care enough about us to actually advocate for ALL of us.

[snekdood]

i dont think non-transmasc allies realize that- it's actually their job to uplift our voices and make us more visible. it's actually their job to bring others awareness to us and to advocate for us. it's their job to use the platform they have to talk about us, accurately portray our struggles and/or bring trans guys into the discussion to talk about our problems. we can only do so much alone and if no one else is advocating for us, then people are less likely to listen and take us seriously.

y'know how white men hafta talk to other white men for them to actually listen about and understand the struggles of people of color? it's like that. people of your own demographic are more willing to listen to you than listen to the people you're advocating for, unfortunately, but that is the reality. you need to bring us on when you're having discussions about us or at least get your info from transmascs if you're going to talk about us w/o us there. I can shout at the top of my lungs about trans men everyday but at the end of the day it doesnt reach as much people. it's the responsibility of people with more visibility and a platform to boost our voices and message.

#transandrophobia #i dont feel like thats too much to ask. #and no- boosting the opinions of only trans guys you agree with isnt enough. diversity of perspectives is important. #also- if you keep antagonizing us- it's gonna make it harder for us to survive and sub sequentially all trans ppl to survive. #the longer trans men remain invisible- the more people will just target trans women. #antagonizing us and choosing to smother our voices aids you in 0 capacity and makes life worse for all trans people. #i shouldn't have to ask you to care enough about us to actually advocate for ALL of us.

[beerecordings]

Wolf Bite - Part 25/25

"It's falling apart. It's all falling into pieces."

"Don't you dare break it, Marvin, I swear, I have spent hours on this cake."

"Well, you didn't make it moist enough, did you?"

"Don't say moist! No one likes the word moist!"

Chase and Marvin both gasp as the bottom of the cake almost gives out on them, but they break into a mix of laughter and yelling and manage to get it on top of the other layer. Chase wheezes out a breath of relief and turns to see JJ and Henrik both shaking their heads at them from the kitchen table.

"Cake-making should not be so hard," Henrik tells them.

"I'd like to see you try!"

JJ scrawls something on his pad of paper. Henrik leans over to read it. "He says it looks very nice. That is extremely generous of you, Jameson."

"Teach us to say it," Marvin insists, wiping his hands clean.

JJ signs to them as requested: "It looks very nice. The cake looks very nice."

"At least it smells very nice," Chase agrees, getting out the frosting. "Food doesn't have to look nice, you just have to enjoy eating it!"

"Don't worry," Marvin purrs. "Sean will go nuts for it."

"We better hurry, though, or we'll be late for our last class," Henrik reminds them.

Jameson watches them all move around, finishing the frosting, packing up the cake, and helping each other get ready to go. Henrik comes over to make sure he has everything he needs, bringing him his shoes without being asked. JJ signs "thank you" and Henrik signs "you're welcome" without hesitation.

He's been human again for a week. He does not regret shifting back.

"Let's go, gamers!" shouts Chase, and Marvin rolls his eyes so hard he might actually make himself dizzy.

By the time they reach Jackie's house, Anti is already sitting on his porch, waiting for them with his hands clasped and his eyes dark. He straightens as they approach, and JJ smells that uncertainty on him, that awkwardness: he doesn't know when his brother will lose the fear that one of these days, JJ is going to decide he hates him, but he'll do whatever he can to dispel it in the meantime. He leaps at Anti and pins him onto the porch, baring his teeth playfully.

"Oh, little terror," growls Anti, tackling him off the porch and into the grass. A minute later, Jackie's heaving them both up by their collars, clucking his tongue.

"We'll be late to Sean's. Come on!"

JJ's stained with grass and laughing. He intertwines his arm with his brother's and Anti's flushes, hiding their affection at the back of the group as they walk. Anti mumbles something about being glad to see him, even though they've seen each other every day since his release.

"How was your meeting with the corrections officer?"

Anti puffs. "He's not going to be nice to me, but I can play the game. It'll be a couple years of drug testing and supervision, but I'm not going to prison, so I'll do what I need to."

"I'm glad you'll be drug testing anyway," says JJ. "I never want to smell that stuff on you again."

Anti looks down at the ground. JJ presses his head into his shoulder and scents his wild, lightning smell, bright and blazing.

Jackie knocks on Sean's door as obnoxiously as possible, and Chase starts shouting his name over and over again, so by the time Sean opens the door, he looks about ready to make them run laps for today's rehabilitation session.

"Haha," he says sarcastically. "Oh, what's that?"

Marvin presents the cake proudly. "For you. Since it's me and Chase and Henrik's last official class."

Sean looks truly touched. "You shouldn't have done that! Oh! It smells like coffee! Come in, everybody. JJ, how are you?"

He wraps him in a hug and JJ hugs him back. It's only their second session together, but Sean's always like this: so genuine you wonder where he gets the energy to care that hard. He does the same with Anti, and Anti glares, but he's not going to push away the advocate who helped save him from prison.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," he grouches.

Sean cuts the cake for all of them to share, pulling out a laptop in the meantime as a substitute for a TV. "Okay! So for today's class, I still have to teach you some stuff. I am going to put on a bunch of scenes from media involving werewolves and we can all talk about what's wrong with it. Anything from anti-lycanthropic sentiment to bad CGI."

"Okay," laughs Jackie. "But hold on, we want to talk to you first."

"What's up?" Sean sits down at the table with his cake. "Oh, no, is something wrong? Is it your probation, Marv? Your supervisor did tell me I need to help you find a job or you could be in violation. Or is it custody, Chase?"

"No, I'm good," Chase promises. "As soon as I show the judge my certification at our next hearing, I'll be on equal footing with their mom again. My attorney thinks I'll be able to have our time split evenly soon."

"Oh, good," sighs Sean.

"Stop catastrophizing and listen," says Marvin, reaching out to grab his hand. "You're right, my probation officer told me I need to figure out a job."

"I can take you to an employment agency tomorrow. Or we'll call businesses together. What do you want to do for work? I - "

"Sean," Jackie scolds. "Stop."

"I figured out what job I want," says Marvin, and JJ smiles as he sits up and straightens. His smoke scent blooms with pride and mint. They've all been planning this for the whole week.  "I'm going to work here, with you. I want to do what you do."

Sean's face lights up - and then his expression crashes, his scent souring. "Oh, Marv, that's such a good idea, but - I - I'm really sorry, man. I just don't have the funding to hire anybody new."

"Yes, we know," signs JJ, and Anti translates for him: "He says everybody knows you're broke, Sean."

"Actually, you're barely getting paid yourself," Henrik adds. "And you're putting your own money towards keeping this place running because your organization doesn't have enough funds either."

Sean looks pale in the sterile lights of his worn-out office. He rubs at his face for a second, eyes ringed in red.

"Hey," says Marvin, softer. "We said we were going to find a way to help you get some sleep, right?"

Sean scoffs. "Yeah. I guess."

"That's why we're going to make you some more money," says Chase, grinning shyly at him. "I posted a new video last weekend. I told my whole audience."

"What? Chase, that's amazing. I'll watch it tonight!"

"It was amazing," he agrees. "The response was really good. You know, my pals and I used to run charity streams, back when we were really famous. We might have a little bit less of a production team, now, and I'm definitely lost a lot of relevance, but I think we can still really raise some money, especially since they're already writing stupid articles about, you know, 'Famous Youtuber Bit In Werewolf Attack.'"

Sean blinks around at them. "What - you think anyone will actually give to a cause like this? People kind of see our mission as the anti-human sometimes, you know."

"That's stupid," Anti snarls, with unexpected vehemence. "Just anti-werewolf shit. Even I would tell everyone how much you help. If they actually don't want to get bit, they should want us to have good rehabilitators."

"Plus your victim advocacy," Jackie adds. "You help werewolves who have never hurt anyone way more than werewolves who have. I was a feral, abused seventeen-year-old kid when you helped me. To this day, I have no idea what anyone would have done with me if you hadn't saved me, Sean."

"I'll tell everyone you put me back on my fucking feet, too," Chase swears. "We all will. This place is important, Sean, and you need some help. So yeah, I think we're going to make you some money, and we'll send it all to this organization. You'll have enough to add a position for Marvin. Then you won't be alone any more."

"And we're sure," Henrik says. "Because my parents want to be your first new donor."

He reaches out with a check in his hand, and Sean stares at him for a long second before he takes it. JJ feels himself grinning like an idiot, and he covers his mouth, leaning against Anti's arm.

Sean's scent and his face both stay locked into this confused look for a long moment as he reads the check. He sets it down on the table and grips the seat of his chair for a moment like he might fall off it.

"Yay?" suggests Marvin weakly, and JJ sees that Sean's eyes are tearing up, and then so are Chase's and Marvin's.

Sean leans back in his chair and presses the heels of his hands into his eyes, trying to breathe steady. In that moment, JJ wishes he could just smell what it smells like when he's truly happy, but the truth is, Sean just seems to have reached the end of some long road, and finally he's crumpled into bed to rest.

Maybe that's even better than happy, at least for now.

"Thank you so much," Sean manages finally, and it's all Jackie needs to fall on him with ferocity, hugging him so tightly he does end up halfway pulling him off the chair. Chase jumps on them next, and then Marvin notices that Henrik's trying to avoid being pulled into it, so of course he yanks Henrik close too and forces all five of them into a hug that's going to wind up on the floor, and that has them laughing again.

For his part, JJ looks at Anti. For a second, he feels something in his gut wrench. There's a discrepancy there, and he wishes there wasn't.

"What?" frowns Anti. "Hey, what's wrong?"

JJ shakes his head, biting his lip to stop it trembling.

"What? Hey, tell me."

"I just want you to heal here," he signs finally. "I just want you to be able to rest."

Anti tsks his tongue and reaches out to hold him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. "Don't cry, Jamie."

He pushes into his brother's arm, wiping at his face.

"Hey," Anti repeats, and then, with a certain desperation, "I will heal here. You and I both will. Okay? I will."

"You have to let it all go, Anti. Everything you're carrying. I just want to see you leave it in the past where it belongs. Leave her in the past."

Anti swallows. JJ squeezes his hand, looking up at him.

"You're sure this is where you want to heal?" Anti murmurs to him. "Aren't these wolves still just strangers to us?"

"No," says JJ, with so little hesitation he surprises himself. "This is pack."

Sean's on them a moment later, reaching down to hug them both, and Anti growls again. "You two are a part of this too," he says. "I mean it. This pack found a piece of itself when it got you back. Both of you."

It's warm right here in this place, pressed between the pair of them, and the whole office has stopped smelling like mildew, overwhelmed by their fond pack scents: summer air and lightning, chocolate and caramel, lemon and mint.

And, of course, a hot cup of coffee.

"So!" Marvin claps his hands together. "When do I get to start running this office?"

Sean hums, tapping his chin. "I don't know, Marvin. I have a lot of candidates to look through. I'll let you know if you got the job in a couple weeks."

"Excuse you! As soon as I'm hired I'm going to fire you!"

Jackie's cracking up so hard he's turning red. But he's not laughing at the jokes, JJ doesn't think. He's just laughing because they're all here, celebrating, and whatever comes next, whenever it comes, he will lead them all through it together.

That is the only promise Jameson needs.

.

It's late that night when Anti finds himself out on the balcony of Sean's apartment, watching the cars rushing by on the street below.

It's a warm night, a pretty night, with a quarter-moon on the rise. Everyone else is downstairs, still watching stupid movies. They'll be more comfortable without him.

He tilts back the last of a beer he stole from Sean's fridge, savoring the taste.

"Is that the best thing for a recovering opioid addict?"

Henrik slides open the door to the balcony and steps out in socks, pushing his glasses up his nose. Anti scowls and searches his scent, but, not for the first time, he finds the doctor's smell frustratingly collected.

"Can you call me a recovering addict after less than a month since my last dose?"

Henrik steps up beside him and takes a beer himself, twisting off the cap. He takes a swig of it and makes a face.

"Not to your liking?"

"I know I'm German, but I never developed the taste. My family doesn't drink and I had very few friends throughout my life before this. What about you? A social person before all this?"

"No," says Anti darkly.

He had one brother who loved him, and one dear friend beside him. She turned into his highschool sweetheart, and then his Alpha, and then -

No, he doesn't consider himself an extrovert.

"Why did you come up here?" Anti asks.

"To check on you."

"Why?"

"Why did you come up here?"

"Needed a break from all the sappy shit."

"Mmh," hums Henrik, drinking from his beer again. "Right. Couldn't be because you're still punishing yourself for all that you've done."

Anti grips the bottle of his beer, resisting the urge to throw it at the cars below. He'd love to break a fucking windshield right about now. Get a crowbar and go to work. He'd break Henrik's fucking skull in.

He rubs at his face, pushing his hair back. No, he wouldn't like to do that. What the hell is wrong with him?

"You're shaky," comments Henrik, less certain of himself, suddenly.

"Withdrawal," says Anti shortly.

If Henrik's disagrees, he doesn't say so.

"Why are you here, Schneep? Why would you check on me?"

Henrik nurses his beer for a long moment, staring out at the buildings and the moon rising behind them. "You smelled like fear," he says. "Sometimes, I can smell it on you from rooms away."

Henrik's shoved back against the brick of Sean's walls a half-second later, his beer crashing to the ground. Anti grips his shirt and pins him in place, staring at him, breathing puffing heavily from his lungs. Henrik grabs him back, holding his hands where they are.

They're locked together for one breath, two breaths, three breaths. Anti tries to breathe out. His chest shakes.

"You," he begins. "You - you - "

Henrik stares at him, steady as a heartbeat. His eyes flash. There's no anger. A moment passes, and then -

Henrik tilts his head, exposes his neck, and defers to him.

Anti releases him, stepping back.

Fuck, he shouldn't have done that. What's wrong with him?

"Anti," says Henrik, too quiet, too much like pity. "She is gone. I know there are psychological effects, but she is incarcerated, she will not touch you again, she will never - "

"You're all fucking stupid," Anti sneers, trying to catch his breath. "You think I'm scared of her? I'm scared of me! You should all be too, what's wrong with you?"

"Oh, for crying out loud," growls Henrik. "Is that what this is about? You're the idiot. Do you really think a single one of us would allow you to be here if we didn't believe you were in control of yourself?"

"I know what I'm capable of."

"No, I know what you're capable of," snarls Henrik, stepping right up into his face. "Because I was a defenseless pedestrian coming home from a twelve-hour shift when you tore me to the ground and put your teeth in me so deep I knew exactly which muscles were tearing. I writhed in my hospital bed with my own blood dripping out of me and staining my hands. I've had nightmares about you, panic attacks, compulsions to make me feel in control of my body. I know exactly what you're fucking capable of."

Anti feels empty of oxygen again. He think that, when he stops yelling, he's going to have to ask Henrik to help him figure out why he keeps losing his ability to breathe.

"And I am still letting you come here and sit with my packmates," Henrik finishes, voice slowing. His eyes slide shut for a second as he composes himself. "I know you, though you do not think I do. Jackie too. He comes across as naive to you, perhaps, but you will find, as time goes on, that he is much too sharp to allow anything dangerous near his pack. We have all discussed this, Anti, we all know exactly where we stand with you. So let me tell you now, as someone with every right to hate and fear you: I do not hate you. I do not fear you. And sometimes, when you are a werewolf, you trust the pack's intuition before you give in to your own."

Anti's eyes are burning, his breathing hurts. He is shaking now, properly.

"I can't do that," he croaks. "I can't do any of this."

"You're thinking about it too much," says Henrik, much more softly. "It's not so abstract. All we need to do is stay in the moment and deal with each new thing as it comes. Anti. Come downstairs and watch a movie. It will make JJ smile, and if you stop thinking so hard, you will realize that no one in that room has the slightest anxiety about you hurting them. Or haven't you noticed Chase trying to make friends with you for days now while you sulk?"

Anti shrugs, feeling listless and stuck.

"Anti," Henrik repeats. "Come have coffee cake."

One step at a time.

"What are you, anyway, a shrink?" he gripes.

"No," says Henrik. "But I do know how to get inside someone's head."

"Oh, haha, very fucking funny."

And he goes back downstairs, and it makes JJ smile, and he watches a movie on the couch.

.

Marvin knows that all three of his newbies have adapted to the sleep cycle of a wolf when the house is dead quiet at eleven in the morning, two days later.

Marvin rubs Chase's fuzzy back absent-mindedly, his heavy wolf breathing steady against his leg. Henrik's on his other side, flopped out on his back, dead to the world. He was up late making sure his dad got back on his flight to Germany okay, and he came home tearful but steady, somehow, talking about how things will be better with his parents now, he thinks, and how he's done living in the past.

Afterwards, he shifted back into a wolf for the first time since he was feral and fell asleep on Marvin's big round pack bed, moved into a spare room. Marvin's finally given up his own apartment. Doesn't need it anymore, not when Chase was so excited to have him move in here. Jackie will keep his house - no matter how much he loves being an Alpha, Jackie will always need his own space. Marvin laughs at the thought of him and Anti trying to work around each other in that little house. They'll figure it out over there, but maybe it wouldn't be so bad to have Anti here instead, pretty soon, because he softens every day.

Marvin extricates himself from the pair of wolves dozing in his bed, stretching and padding out into the quiet living room. It's tidy in here and Marvin and Henrik's decorations have joined in with Chase's to fill the room out, adding color and comfort. Light pours through the windows. Marvin flops down on the couch only to hear an inquisitive noise behind him, startling him for a second. JJ's scent is so entrenched in the smell of the home Marvin didn't notice him back there.

"Oh, why are you sleeping back there still?"

JJ slinks out from behind the bed and ducks into the bathroom for a minute, coming back out as a man, and fully dressed. Marvin rumbles and reaches out for him, and JJ crashes into his side sleepily. He signs at him and Marvin picks up on a couple of the words, trying to answer him as best he can. JJ doesn't seem to mind his fumbling. When Jackie asked him and Anti to teach them all sign, it lit something up in JJ that still seems to give him a glow of his own.

"You still comfiest behind the couch, huh? You can come stay in the pack bed if you want, or at least one of the spare beds."

JJ shrugs and shakes his head. Their boundaries are all a little different. Maybe someday he'll be comfortable being naked in front of them all when he shifts or sleeping in a pack bed, or maybe he won't. He's still theirs. Even when he starts his classes this fall and his hours change, he'll still be theirs. Marvin kisses the side of his head.

"Put on the video again," JJ signs. Marvin chuckles and turns on the TV. They open Youtube and Marvin gets up to make everybody breakfast, listening to the sounds of their video from the other room.

"What's up, guys, my name is Chase Brody and I am back again with another video - I know, they said it would never happen. I have to tell you guys I was so nervous last week after posting that, I really didn't know what everyone's reactions would be, if that would be the end of my career, you know, I really spiraled for a minute. And there have been a couple real assholes, I have to admit. But my fellow wolves out there and every human who was an old fan and has stuck with me through everything, or who just saw my face for the first time last week - thank you so fucking much. I don't know how to tell you how much it means to me to see that outpouring of love and support, and to know that maybe my openness and transformation has meant something to you too. So I've been crying my eyes out about it on my Twitter already, you probably saw. I don't know how much I'll be posting going forward, but I can tell you right now that for the first time in years, I feel like I have a real future ahead of me, and wherever I go next... I know I won't ever be alone. So if you're feeling like you've got nothing to live for, I just want you to know your people - your pack - they're out there, in the most unlikely, terrible circumstances, sometimes. You are never alone. So thank you again, and here's my next video as promised: just me and my pack, being stupid, playing games. Thanks for letting me record something, you fuckers. I love you, I'm so glad to have you."

Marvin whisks eggs and smiles as the video transitions into himself, Jackie, Chase, and Henrik shouting about Mario Kart together. When he comes into the room to give JJ his breakfast, he can see Jackie shoving Chase off the couch, trying to stop him from winning, and depositing him on top of a slightly grumpy black wolf lying beside all of them. On the TV screen, JJ is laughing and taking pointers from Marvin which are not helping him very much, steering Bowser Jr and signing between rounds, his words written across the bottom of the screen. Henrik pretends to angrily throw his remote after losing yet again and instead ends up spilling a drink everywhere: they all start cracking up and blaming each other, scrambling up to get paper towels and carpet cleaner.

It's just a ten minute video, and none of them introduce themselves to the camera. They would have played like that anyway.

There's no knock on the door as Jackie comes bursting into Chase's house in real time, Anti trailing beside him with his hands in his pockets and color back in his face again. He smells like rain and lightning, bright and dangerous, natural and untainted.

"Everybody up, everybody get your shoes on!" Jackie hollers. "We're going for a run, up, up!"

Marvin rolls his eyes at the scrambling noises upstairs, and Jackie comes over to give him a hug. "Aw," says Marvin, hugging him back. "What's that for?"

"Oh, nothing," says Jackie, scenting him lightly. "I'm just stealing your bacon."

"Hey!"

"Are we going or what?" Anti calls, and when JJ races over to him to jump at him, Anti just crouches to let him onto his back, hoisting him up and carrying him right out the door. "My little brother's antsy, let's get the hell out of here!"

Chase and Henrik come racing downstairs and Jackie wrangles them all towards the park. There's an old couple out for a walk who looks at them with shock and probably horror, a loud, large pack of wolves interrupting their pleasant human day, but who cares? They're allowed to live here. They're happy. They're not hurting anybody. What's even the point in worrying about it? What's the point in being angry?

Jackie waits for him to catch up, touching the small of his back for a moment. "You good?"

Marvin smiles at him, and then out at the pack. Chase and Henrik are practicing signs with Anti and JJ. Jameson signs something that makes them all smile, even, for a moment, Anti.

"I'm good," he says. "Beautiful day, huh? I hope the summer never ends."

"Nah," says Jackie. "We'd get sick of it. I like spring the best anyway. How all the new things grow out of the old. Come on, those four will leave us behind if we're not careful."

As Marvin follows his pack towards the forest, their scents all come washing over him in a rush. He takes in a deep breath, and then, in one soft exhale, he lets it all go.

#werewolf au #drug mention tw #YAYYY ALL DONE #dedicated to all my commenters!!!

[ben-wisehart]

But how can you ban them if you can't detect them? At least when people tag them I can filter it instead of reading and wondering was that ai or bad writing/not first language/young writer?

Hi Anon! I'm glad you've asked this because I've been talking about it on Twitter all afternoon. I'm going to link you some threads and then I'll summarise my stance at the end:

Not mine but I highly recommend reading as it answers the above question much better than I am about to: https://twitter.com/dcyiyou/status/1658821419491262464

mine: https://twitter.com/bobby_speeds/status/1658867137870725121

In essence...

I'm literally advocating for only removing the ones that openly say they're AI. That’s my stance.

Ao3 already hosts fanworks that are against its TOS. I mentioned placeholder fics in the post you're responding to (here if people missed it), but much more seriously: commissioned works. Stories written for profit do not fall under fair use and are therefore against the Archive's TOS - but we all know there are still hundreds of them (probably more) on there. It's impossible to regulate when the authors do it quietly and don't mention it on the archive itself. Everyone knows that this happens, but that doesn't mean Ao3 shouldn't have a policy against it and shouldn't remove the ones that are blatant about flouting the rules.

AI fics aren't fanworks. Right now it's still unclear whether they would even be protected under fair use the way non-profit fanworks are. It's not about completely removing them from the archive, it's about drawing a clear distinction between what is and isn't a fanwork, which AI objectively is not.

People who post AI works for fun and people who pass off AI output as their own are fundamentally different people. The former are jumping on a bandwagon. The latter are pathetic losers and they'll eventually get bored. And they are, I cannot stress this enough, already doing it whether AI works are allowed or not because the thing that makes you go "hey guys, look at this neat thing I got from playing around on ChatGPT!" is not the same thing that makes you lie about making something on a platform where the only currency is praise.

I genuinely don't think the increase in untagged AI fics will be anything like people are suggesting, but even if it were, I guess I just don't care. Maybe I just don't understand this panic over not being able to filter out AI works because I already back out of 90% of fics I click on. I am unfathomably picky, and AI fics are so bad it takes less than a minute to recognise that it isn't worth reading (whether you know it's AI or not). I would rather back out of 91% instead if it means Ao3 actually taking a stand against a technology that I find so fundamentally repulsive and antithetical to everything the OTW stands for.

#askbox #ai fic #I could see an initial uptick at the start if a ban were introduced because people are Like That #but long term I do think it would be better than it is now

[mana-sputachu]

Hi! I'm xiaojin shippers just like you :D, i just want to ask, why do many people still in denial to this ship, when it was so obvious, if you pay attention enough. Recently i just saw an argument on twitter, this random person said, that whoever ship jin and xiaoyu, that means we are alll sick perverted because to him/her, this ship is a p3do when in actuality they just have a 3 years age gap (im sorry to say this, but he/she literally said that) and still thinks they just friends.... Look, im not against for people to dislikes xiaojin ship, everyone can have different opinions, but to generalized all of us shipper for having sick perverted tendecies, that is a slander, and i dont like it at all. So what do you think of this, in your opinion? I know i shouldn't care at all, but i'm kinda sad to hear that :"(. Thanks if you answering this :)

Honestly, the p/edo thing is INCREDIBLY STUPID.

Really.

1 - It's FICTION. Fictional characters. People seems to forget this.

2 - Three years age gap isn't p/edo. But I saw people screaming that even at 1 age gap just because they didn't like a ship. I gues this person would scream in horror knowing my parents have *gasp!* a 4 years age gap.

3 - Again... it's fictional characters. Why they don't put this rage onto advocating FOR REAL P/EDO VICTIMS, rather than being horrified by FICTIONAL CHARACTERS?

Honestly, this argument is bonkers, the reality is just that they don't like the ship but instead of just ignoring it they have to stir drama for the sake of it... it's like 2010 all over again, I'm having Vietnam hallucinations of that period and the dumb shipwars in this fandom.

As for them being in denial... look, as a hardcore XiaoJin fan, it's not like we have confirmations or anything. Nor we'll ever get those, Harada doesn't care about it. My only suggestion is to block this person and ignore them. I totally would block them if I knew their twitter handle, I'm honestly too old and tired to have dumb arguments with angry people on the web.

I wholeheartedly suggest you to do the same and just enjoy the ship in peace. :)

#tekken #jin kazama #ling xiaoyu #xiaojin #text posts #replies #anonymous

[rue-bennett]

Sorry rant incoming but it makes sense to me low-key bc I think she's a performative activist. Like she doesn't actually give a shit about peoples struggles in any meaningful way which is why she made a hoopla about becoming political and then made cookies one time? Or something. If you refuse to be political on the basis imma side eye you but ok bc we shouldn't be looking to celebs for politics. she tries to court progressives without ever doing anything to alienate a conservative fanbase. I don't think she's spoken up about the drag ban when lizzo and Hayley kiyoko have bc I don't think she want to risk alienating that side of the fandom. I think if you asked her point blank her opinions on issues I think her answers would fall in line with a lot of her fanbases morals but I don't see her voluntarily actually making meaningful statements. The never being political thing isn't even accurate bc shes always been political, she spoke up about sexism all the time, the difference is she was advocating for for herself bc she was personally affected.

I don't think I'll ever forget how she decided to sue? Or take down an article pointing out her big white surp. Fanbase instead of just making a statement about.. not wanting white supremacist in her fanbase. It's one think to not denounce republicans and another if you won't even say I don't want proud boys to be my fans lol.

Like I get being non political or the fear of being political because your career would be impacted but not only has she risen above bein negatively impacted by speaking out (other smaller pop stars are doing it) there have been other country artists who have so much more to lose who have protested the ban why wearing drag in their concerts. If she had never "become political" maybe if be less annoyed more just side eye but she centered an entire comeback around supporting queer people (not well imo) and now barely speaks up about issues they face. She used it to rebrand but I dont see her rocking the boat to really denounce all the stuff going on rn drag etc. It's pretty easy to sum up the point in that she made two cottagecore albums and was at the top of that celeb jet list. It's all performative.

Idk I think Taylor's a nice person. I think she's talented and charming and funny and I'm not surprised she has so many people that like her because she does nice things for fans, and friends and is generous in her personal life it's just the nice is different than good. I don't actually care of she's dating him I would prefer her to just be honest and be like I don't give a fuck about being progressive enough to actually take personal risks.

I mean yeah I don’t have a lot to add here because I don’t think you’re wrong. I will say I wish she said more absolutely, but I just know it ain’t gonna be the case and my expectations for pop stars have adjusted dramatically. I definitely agree being nice is different than good and idk how exactly to define it. I will add that LGBT rights is one of the few things she’s been outspoken/clear on, even if it was to promote an album, she’s mentioned it pretty consistently since then. And she has dancers in drag with her on stage during this tour, nb/trans performers, lots of LGBT (or at least lesbian and bi, idk about nb/trans?) openers. Not saying it makes up for anything or trying to paint her as a saint. I don’t think she or anyone else is. But yeah idk. My feelings on her activism (and sometimes lack of it) are complicated.

#she’s not a risk taker except for when she is #idk #asks #anonymous #celeb talk #long post #ts talk

[pebblysand]

Hi! I met your writing with castles and have been following since last year, and read some of your other things as well. Reading now the *special gift* (which was the light of my day, btw. And I absolutely loved it) I realized one of the things that captivated me so much about this story. Besides your amazing writing, the world and context you work with is such an universal experience, is heartbreaking. (There's more but don't have character left)1/2

(spoilers for castles chapter 11 under the cut)

First of all, this is one of the sweetest and most lovely comments I ever got. Thank you so much for this ask, you can't imagine how much it means to me that this story rings true to you, especially considering your personal story.

Re-reading your ask, I can't decide if your words "and there is no reason for you to know this" relates to you being Chilean (which, fair enough, I didn't know haha) or to what you said re:Pinochet, which, then yes, there is reason for me to know this, it's called going to school and being interested in the world you live in 😆. Please never assume that people shouldn't "bother" to learn about your History. It's on us to educate ourselves, as humans on this planet. (And, no, I have not, however, watched that documentary but I shall add it to the list).

This being said, though, what you're saying is incredibly interesting. It's funny cause as I said above, while I do know (a bit) about Chile, that was actually not one of the examples I looked when writing Castles, but I do see what you mean. I know historical examples that I did look at were:

Argentina and particularly the mothers of the Plaza de Mayo who asked to just know what had happened to their children

Obviously the WW2 trials and particularly, I read a French book that took place during the trial of Klaus Barbie in the 80s, which I thought was very interesting in how unsatisfying the trial was with an accused who refused to engage.

Spain and the Franco "disappeared" and the way people are today fighting for answers - and, sadly, the pushback of 'just move on' many have received.

I also wrote a lot of this chapter while the Bataclan attacks trials were going on in France, which was, I must say, probably the major inspiration, at least for the plot of chapters 10 & 11. It was one of the first trials in history that gave so much space to the victims (or "parties civiles, in French procedure), where over 350 people went to testify, either to their own experiences of the attack, injuries, or the loss of their family members and friends. I thought it was very interesting how, as a nation, we reported a lot on those, with the press writing at length articles about every testimony at the start of the trial. Then, the press reporting got more "quiet" when the trials focused on the accused and the more nitty-gritty responsibilities, and then louder again for the last victims' testimony, and the verdict. I did a lot of thinking about this, about whether we cared more about what the victims had to tell, in all of their gore-y details, wondering if it was just a collective voyeuristic drive for violence porn, or something more. I think it was something more. I think we collectively decided that we cared about these people, what they'd gone through, how they had (or hadn't, sadly, for some of them) rebuilt their lives, more than we cared about what the terrorists had to say. At least I did. And, I think it's one of the gifts of French criminal law as it exists, especially in terms of procedure, that the prosecution doesn't choose its witnesses, that the victims, whoever they are, can choose themselves to testify or not. Giving that space to speak (or not speak), is, in my opinion, so very important, and obviously influenced the last couple of chapters of Castles a lot. I think right now, we put a lot of weight on the victims of crimes (whatever that crime may be) to rebuild and be "survivors" and advocates and it's like: yeah, this is all good and done but sometimes, you just need the space to be like: this happened to me. And it wasn't my fault. I don't think victim negates survivor. I think they go hand in hand. Sometimes, you jut need to be heard as such.

And, at the same time, there is what I know from own work where, frankly, I've learned that trials are rarely satisfying to the victims, regardless of the verdict. There is always this saying amongst lawyers that to the victims, "it's never enough." And, this isn't to say anything demeaning to the victims themselves, but the fact of the matter is: if your son died, if your family member was tortured, if you were raped.... whatever sentence is never enough. Will never be enough. Even the death penalty wouldn't be enough. The justice system is the state's response to violence, but it's not that of those injured. It can't be. And, thus, as that party, you need to find other ways to rebuild yourself, and ways to move forward. And, as much as I believe recognition can start in a court house where you're given the time to speak and be heard, there's more to live than that. I think that's why trials always feel so unsatisfying - they're only one piece of the puzzle.

Lastly regarding Amycus being kind, I think there's two things. First, there's always that saying, right? "Hitler loved his dogs." I took it a bit literally there, but the spirit really is: bad people can be good at times, you know? And then, there's also the fact that Ginny would have spent hours with him. For months. Of course, he couldn't be mean all the time. And, it's a classic technique of abusers to be kind sometimes, so that the victim starts questioning herself. Maybe it's my fault, maybe he's not that bad. Ginny obviously struggles with that a lot, and it's an interesting this - as a writer - to explore.

Anyway, thanks a lot for your ask again. It always means a lot to me when people who have those kinds of experiences relate to my writing. I am so sorry you've had to deal with this. Love you too ❤️

jo.

#castles #chapter 11 #is this the extended a/n i never bothered to write #maybe?

[ladyfeldspar]

By the power vested in me by my RNG, I give you...

6x09: Free Hat (aka the reason I broke the second disc of Season 6)

This is hella long, sorry not sorry.

Some days I think season 6 is my favorite season.

Tweek standing behind the other three at the SP sign will never cease to make me happy. <3

I hate ET because I think he's a creepyass little alien and I don't appreciate seeing him first thing in this episode. 😂

Okay but I love when Kyle's saying, "...to make ET more PC," he's doing little air quotes with his one hand, like:

Stan: "That's gay." Back when saying things like that was only mildly offensive and wouldn't cause riots.

I've never seen Saving Private Ryan, and I know that it's said that it can be really triggering for people who have actually been to war and everything and I don't want to diminish that in any way, but whatever I paused on here looks like some kind of nether realm squid ghost monster and it's amazing.

I love the progression of their expressions here: angry, unimpressed, concerned, and "why is this happening?!"

And they're all so excited for Star Wars, that's the cutest fricking thing! I would love to see Tweek and Craig watching Star Wars together, just try and tell me that wouldn't be adorable!

ALL OF THEM ARE SO MAD! I fucking love when Tweek gets the little angry eyebrows.

I will never ever not want to hug him whenever I see Tweek shiver like crazy while the other kids just stand perfectly still.

The message in this episode is actually so good though. "Movies are art and art shouldn't be messed with!"

"Yeah we could form a club that takes food stamps from poor people and then we could sell them back to the government for a profit!" Tweek’s face here is priceless.

Poor Tweek. There's kind of a pattern in these episodes where multiple times he tries to stand up for himself or walk away from the main kids, but Cartman bullies him into staying and it just breaks my heart. As opposed to Craig in the Pandemics who's just like, "Fuck this." And as much as I adore all of the S6 Tweek episodes, I'm really glad he didn't stay hanging out with them for any longer and that he went back to the group of guys that are actually his friends. <3

"I'm not, I'm not a team player!" 😭 That being said, I could listen to Tweek talk all day.

"You have to offer fabulous prizes if you want people to show up to your stupid crap!" is just the S6 version of, "More people will come if they think we'll have punch and pie!" 😂

Stan: "Tweek, you go make fifty hats." Look, okay, I don't hate Stan, all right, but what the hell dude, go make your own hats! Why would you give the anxious kid a big responsibility like that!? At least have Kyle help him or something. Like you say you need to get the gymnasium ready which means what, make a banner and set up some chairs? And you're telling me you couldn't have split up the making of the hats? Jesus Christ.

(Yeah, okay, I know, chill out, they're 8.)

I posted this on my Tumblr before, so I'm not going to do it again, but that TINY LITTLE SHRIEK THAT TWEEK DOES after his dad says his name. I just. Literally. Die. Of cuteness. Every single time. It's my favorite Tweek shriek of the entire show, hands down.

On another note, his bedroom is so empty in this episode compared to in Tweek x Craig! I wonder what changed between here and then.

Tweek being able to calm himself down with some meditation is honestly so cute. And look at his happy place! I would love to have this on a shirt or a bag or just like as a piece of art hanging on my wall or something.

Cartman's giant face showing up there. 😂 I remember the first time I saw this episode that actually startled me so much.

"I was up, all night, making hats! I only slept for an hour- and then I DREAMT about making hats! But I only made fifteen!" - This has been one of my favorite lines since forever. I make it my status on things a lot and then everyone asks me why I was making hats all night. 😂

I love Stan's expression here.

"I don't have nearly 1000 hats!" "They're gonna kick your ass, Tweek!" 😡😡😡

Look at this shot! It really looks like Stan is the only one remotely concerned about Tweek's well-being here.

We get so much of Tweek yanking on his hair in this episode. </3

How am I less than five minutes into this and I have talked this much?

The townspeople are literally so stupid. Good job, Skeeter.

Stan makes good speeches when he wants to. Although, you know, you shouldn't make promises without fully knowing what you're doing.

Only Tweek would think going on a TV show is terrible news. (Just kidding. I agree with you, Tweek.)

I've never understood the "1-2-3, dibs!! "Knee!" thing. Like I know what dibs is, but where I come from knees were never involved.

Typical Cartman. I feel so bad for Tweek, but I love when he looks down to see "Advocate of Toddler Murder" underneath him. Cartoon logic is the best logic.

There's also a lot of good Tweek shrieks here too.

"It's easy!?" "Yes... It is easy."

"We believe that films have to be taken away from people like Steven Spielberg and George Lucas because they're insane." The way Kyle matter-of-factly delivers this line kills me every time.

They honestly made SS and GL look so creepy. 😂

I like that Cartman's voice kind of cracks when he's like, "That's Steven Spielberg and George Lucas!"

Someone just let Tweek go home, please!

"Uh, we thought we were speaking for the children." "Yeah, we're children."

"I'm not a Jew!" 😂 Thank you, George Lucas.

Okay, full disclosure, when I first saw this I hadn't seen Raiders of the Lost Ark and I didn't get the big deal. 😂 But I do now!!!

"He...killed 23 babies in self-defense?" "Hat was attacked maliciously and unprovoked by a gang of babies in West Town Park. When that many babies get together they can be like pirahna!" 😂 I say this all the time.

Skeeter. 😂 Honestly, you are no help at ALL.

Second time this episode Tweek tries to say no and walk away.

"People aren't that into you, Tweek. They find you kind of annoying." This is so meta because I remember people complaining all the time that Tweek was a one-note character and that he had nothing really to add to the show and I just want to say SUCK IT TO ALL THOSE PEOPLE BECAUSE LOOK HOW LOVED TWEEK IS NOW. Everyone who was on board the Tweek train from the very beginning say, "Cupcakes!" 😂<3

These kids, man. I love that it’s so easy for them to just get into all these places.

"Get it, Tweek!" "Huh-uh!" I love the way Tweek says no. But, I mean, AGAIN, he tries to say no and Cartman bullies him. I don't think he ever really wanted to be in their group in the first place. I think they picked him arbitrarily in Professor Chaos because they saw him as weaker than them, and then Cartman just didn't let him quit.

The little debate about melting his icy heart with a cool island song is also something I quote often. AND THEIR LITTLE OUTFITS! I love that Tweek's is green and pink! I don't know what the hell is going on with the sleeves on everyone else's though.

"Those rams can do to us what they will, Mr. Lucas." 😂

Oh, George Lucas. You were so close to being a hero.

Stan: "Fuck you Steven Spielberg!" I've watched this censored so many times that hearing it uncensored is so fricking satisfying.

RUN TWEEK RUN!!!

The walkie talkies are such a nice touch. 😂

"The one with the cocaine problem escaped, Mein Director."

Mannn, I miss when they used to throw live action "commercials" into the episodes like this. This also is from the time where I was like hella attracted to Trey Parker so seeing his face is always welcome. 😂

"We always meant to have Imperial Walkers and giant Dewback lizards in the background, but simply couldn’t afford it."

Oh my God, I'm always so proud of Tweek for talking to this huge crowd of people and trying to get them to help him! His little talking through his teeth, like, "We are not talking about Hat right now, okay?!" He's trying so hard!

"Oh God, I'm gonna have to do this myself! Oh, God!" just breaks my heart! YOU CAN DO IT, TWEEK! 13 seasons from now you'll have someone who helps you believe in yourself, just hang on!

Tweek with the bazooka, oh my gosh, always makes me so happy. I can't tell you how much I wanted him to just blow them all the fuck up the first time I saw this.

"All I want are my friends. Except for Cartman, you can keep him." YEAH, TWEEK!

I hate that Steven Asshole Spielberg manages to talk enough crap to make Tweek hesitate. He was so close! I wonder how he would have felt if he actually did it though, Maybe it's better he didn't? It might have made his anxiety worse if he actually blew people up now that I think about it.

"In the tropical isles with the coconut trees, the air is fresh and the people are free, but here in the mountains there's no freedom like that, there's a man in prison and his name is Hat!" This gets stuck in my head so often.

It makes it so much better having actually seen Raiders, especially for this part. I honestly thought the melting faces was just a South Park thing but nope.

I also really love what they look like turned away with their eyes closed too. <3

Like what even is going on in this scene. 😂

Oh my God, okay, and I know that Hat is a terrible person and I want to clarify just in case, I do not think killing babies is funny, but just the way that baby crawls up the person's arm to avoid getting passed to Hat is always so so funny to me and I can never explain why.

Tweek being the only one to be appropriately horrified by the fact that Hat is being given a baby.

"Sometimes the things we do don't matter right now. Sometimes they matter later. We have to care more about later sometimes, you know? I think that's what separates us from the Steven Spielbergs and George Lucases of the world." This is still so relevant.

The ending of this episode is also so much better after actually seeing Raiders. 😂

And we close off with a 9/11 joke. Perfection, Matt and Trey, thank you & goodnight.

#south park #free hat #tweek is the best character fucking fight me #thus endeth another nonsense episode rewatch #southpark #sp #south park free hat

[existentialstatesofmind]

Weekend Fun

Clare: smiled at Dakota and then glanced at Stacy when she spoke. She nodded. "Okay. That makes sense, I just think I'm the one who is getting to better end of the bargain." She didn't elaborate because Dakota already knew how miserable things were at home right now and she was trying to keep Stacey out of it. "It will be. There's no point in rocking the boat until it becomes necessary." She didn't know when that was going to be. Once she turned 18, her parents wouldn't be able to use the whole Dakota having custody of a child thing to keep them apart because Dakota would no longer be a minor either and they'd no longer have a stay so in who she dated anyway. Clare knew she couldn't wait that long to tell them though. She would only be turning 16 this year. "Dad won't be home." She promised. If she had to she could tell her parents an abridged version of why Josephine couldn't come over when he was there but it probably wouldn't be necessary to complicate things further. Clare smiled at Stacy and Dakota, and nodded in agreement. Then she looked at Dakota's mom curiously when she said she was going to adopt Josephine. From what his mom was saying it might be what was best for Josephine but who knew how Josephine really felt. Family matters were complicated. If Dakota considered Josephine his sister and his mom agreed, it changed things in her mind though. Her parents couldn't dispute whatever 'story' Clare told them. Adoption was actually something her parents advocated for and respected so Clare didn't forsee them asking nosey questions about that if it were true. Not that she should be thinking about herself right now. Josephine needed out of a bad situation. Clare shrugged to say that was fine when Dakota said she'd be sleeping in his room whenever she slept over. She doubted Dakota was ready for a physical relationship after everything she'd learned about him today and he knew she wasn't. It might be uncomfortable sharing a bed but they'd get used to it. Plus she wouldn't be staying the night often. At first she was confused when they started talking about a grandmother. She didn't know their grandmother lived with them. She got why having her there full time might not be great, Clare couldn't handle more than a few weeks at a time with her grandma. Then Clare got it, their grandmother died and they thought the room was haunted. Clare couldn't help laughing. "No, I don't need to be brave and go in there. I've seen Poltergeist a dozen times so the TV cutting on by itself is kind of creepy..." She playfully poked Dakota's shoulder. "How am I supposed to impress your grandmother if I sleep in your room though, she might come in there and throw a shoe at me." Her eyes widened when Emi talked about the deceased old lady giving her candy. If she wasn't actually haunting her own room she'd obviously left a lasting impression since her family was taking good care of the room and everything in it. Clare smiled sheepishly. "Right of course not, I should've thought of that. How do tourists find their way around? We might have a really hard time even with Emi's help and a Japanese dictionary app. Of course we should be able to use our phones to get directions in English. Hopefully." She looked at the paper. Clare knew the Japanese used symbols instead of words in their language. But she certainly hadn't known what it was called or how the symbols looked. "This is really cool Emi. I've never seen anything like it." Clare told her. "How does learning sounds work? Still, it was very clever of you to figure out how many strokes you needed. You're good at drawing." Clare didn't think she would be able to learn much Kanji. French was hard enough to learn and they had the same alphabet. "I believe it, I knew the languages they use in places like Japan and China was more complex than ours and the hardest to learn but jeeze." She exclaimed to Dakota. "I don't know how I feel about octopus. Have you tried it Emi? I might like it better than I would Sushi. I hate fish so raw fish doesn't really sound appetizing to me." She admitted. "Besides if it's grilled I know they at least took the eyes out. I'm not sure about the tentacles though. Food aside, it sounds like so much fun!" She grinned. "Good idea, I bet there's a lot more to do and I wanna dance with you." Clare said shyly. If she was going to have on pretty robes they shouldn't go to waste. "I can't wait. I hope I don't embarrass you too much, Emi, because I'm going to be taking lots of photos." She chuckled. "Okay fair point. What was Time Square like, were they filming anything? But the toy stores always looked really cool on Home Alone 2, were they like that?" No wonder he got lost. "I don't need pom-poms just clapping. Aww a banner would be nice, no one's ever done that for me before." Clare beamed at him. She was lucky to have a thoughtful boyfriend. "Do you like robots?" She asked Emi hopefully. Clare returned the chaste kiss before raising an eyebrow at Dakota. "But we weren't even dating until today, someone must've been pretty confident I would say yes." She teased him. Clare kissed him again. She hadn't even known he liked her and would never have dreamed of going on a date with him. Clare followed Dakota when he carried Emi out to the car. "Of course." She said quietly. "I know where the kitchen is now so I'll put them in the icebox." Clare buckled her seat belt and reached for Dakota's hand.

Kota: nodded at Clare's words as she spoke about Jos and her parents. "She won't throw a shoe at you. She's only ever hit Bren alive and dead." Dom stated. "Let's not talk about Bren until he passes." his mom said and they nodded. "You don't really need to make an impression on her. She doesn't leave her room. Never has, so if you don't go in there, you're fine." Kota stated honestly. "I never met her and I don't plan to. I also stay in Dallas' room a lot." Stacy assured. "Plus part of Grandma's always with us." Dom said honestly. "Not really, that part of her is always in my closet. Like I want Grandma with me when I use the bathroom." Kota stated. "Part of her is in my purse." Kelly shrugged. "Am I the only one that keeps part of her with me?" Ash asked and Kota looked around. "Apparently." Dom answered. Kota listened as Clare asked Emi questions and wondered if she could answer them, though he knew if she couldn't he would. "Um..." Emi trailed off looking for words. "You know how you learn the ABC's then the sounds the letter's make?" Emi asked. "We do something like that. We learn our alphabet and the sounds they make. The symbols change when you form words just like the sounds of the letters in the ABC's change." she tried explaining and wrote " す し" on a paper and showed it to Clare. "That's the sound for Sushi. The first symbol makes the shu sound." she said and took the paper back only to write "寿司" on a paper, then showed Clare again. "And that's sushi when it's written out. I memorized the symbols off a restaurant that way I'd know momma was getting sushi for dinner." she explained. "The sounds are easier and we learn them first. We don't fully learn how to write until we finish middle school since there are over a thousand symbols that take so long to learn." she huffed the last part and thanked Clare about her drawing. Hearing her ask if she had octopus she nodded. "I only had it fried. I watched someone try to eat it still living and it looked dangerous, they couldn't get the octopus out of their mouth." she explained. "I won't eat it at restaurants because they serve them whole and they dance when you put soy sauce on it. Momma got mad because I liked to make them dance so much and wouldn't eat them." she shrugged. "As for sushi, you need to try a California roll, no fish." Kota said looking at Clare. "It's rice, seaweed, fake crab, and avocado." he added and looked at Emi. "Everyone already takes a lot of photos so it's not embarrassing." she smiled at Clare. "Yea, they were just like they were on Home Alone 2, they weren't filming when I was there though." he explained. "Everything is huge in Time Square including the pizza." he added. "I haven't seen a robot. They were only in Tokyo." She stated honestly as she ate her food. "I was hoping you'd say yes." Kota smiled into the kiss. Once Emi was buckled in, Kota held Clare's hand the entire ride home. As soon as they got home, Kota smiled and unbuckled Emi and watched everyone get out of the van. "Um, can I carry Emi?" Stacy asked catching Kota off guard and to look at her. "The light in the house is on. I really don't want to deal with Bren." Stacy whined a bit causing Kota to get out of the car and look at Dallas when he stepped by them. "Is Bren home?" he asked curiously. "No, mom's inside and there's no yelling." Dallas assured causing him to sigh in relief. "Thank goodness he's not coming home." he said honestly. "I agree." Stacy sighed in relief as well as Kota lead Clare inside. He could immediately hear his mom fiddling with stuff in the kitchen and walked there holding Emi and Clare's hand still. "Bren got expelled." his mom said honestly. "I'm putting him in public school with Ash." She added and Kota looked behind him to see Ash. "I want videos. Lots of videos." he stated. "Anyway they didn't say when they're sending Bren home. Clare, if you're here feel free to hit Bren as much as you want want." His mom stated as she started to bake. "He was switched at birth." Kota stated. "Sadly he wasn't, I did a DNA test the moment you boys came up with that theory. Mom and I started to believe he really was switched at birth." Kelly said and Kota shifted Emi a bit. "I'll take her, thinking about Bren coming home is blowing my mood. Cuddling with Emi tonight will take my mind off it, just get me her pajamas." Kelly said to Kota and he let go of Clare's hand to get Emi's pajamas for his sister. Once he got back he handed Kelly the pajamas and took Clare's hand. "I'm done with worrying about Bren coming home. We have one day of peace left and I plan on spending it with Clare and Emi. I'll worry about what to do with him after he comes home." Kota stated and started to walk to his room with Clare, picking up the bag for her as they walked. Once they got to his room, he shut the door behind them and took off his slippers, then his shirt. "The bathroom's right here." he said opening a door that has a sign that has Japanese writing on it. "The sign says bathroom since Emi mistook the closet next to it for the bathroom since the doors are the same." he said honestly as he stepped inside and took out a small box. "There are tooth brushes in here, take your pick, we don't have pink though." he said knowing there were all the other colors but pink and a lot of styles and brands. "I'll be out here when you're done." he said and shut the door behind him as he left. While he was waiting for Clare to finish, he changed into his pajama bottoms and got a blanket for Clare, then laid on his bed and covered up in his black blanket.

#wf