fushimi playing with a talking parrot! that would be funny
Hmm so are we talking Kotosaka or
just a regular parrot XD Maybe Yukari and Sukuna have to like go do a
thing and they need someone to watch Kotosaka for a few days. The
Silvers can’t keep him because Neko might go after him (hey she’s a
cat, she gets killing urges when she sees a tasty bird) so they
decide to drop him off at Scepter 4 because he’d be more calm with
someone he knows and Kotosaka probably did enjoy Fushimi’s tasty,
tasty hair that one time. Just imagine Yukari and Sukuna showing up
at Scepter 4 and Fushimi standing there in front of them like ‘I
betrayed you guys and also I hate you.’ ‘Now, Saruhiko-chan, should
we really be dwelling on the past?’ Fushimi’s ready to just kick them
out when Munakata appears behind him like oh a talking parrot how
fascinating we’ll take him. Munakata wants to take care of the birdy
himself but he has stuff to do too and anyway Kotosaka seems more
comfortable with Fushimi so Fushimi is designated parrot babysitter
for the next few days. Fushimi is not happy.
Maybe Kotosaka is a bit more like
a normal parrot now that Hisui’s dead and he keeps repeating random
things just because. This ends up getting Fushimi in trouble because
maybe he’ll be sitting at his desk trying to write a report with the
bird on his shoulder, Awashima comes in and orders him to stop
overdoing it and take a break, Fushimi mutters something rude under
his breath and Awashima’s like 'What was that?’ 'Nothing, ma'am.’
Which is when Kotosaka helpfully repeats whatever it was Fushimi just
said while he flails a little trying to shut the bird up. Awashima’s
probably torn between scolding Fushimi and being amused at the whole
thing. Kotosaka proceeds to do that all day, everything Fushimi
mutters under his breath Kotosaka just has to repeat very loudly for
everyone. And usually it’s Fushimi just being a cranky asshole but he
also has a few cute genuine emotion moments where like he ends up
complimenting someone without wanting them to hear, Kotosaka repeats
it and Fushimi gets thanked instead and everyone’s like aw,
Fushimi-san does have a heart while Fushimi threatens to carve the
bird up into fried chicken. Though on the bright side, at some point
Fushimi totally decides to train the bird to say 'Misaki’ and then
they head down to bar Homra to tag-team tease him and Fushimi has a
good time until he tries to quietly compliment Misaki for something
and Kotosaka naturally loudly blares his true feelings out for the
world to hear (oh I just had a terrible thought, just imagine lewd
version of this: Fushimi thinks the bird is asleep and masturbates
while thinking about Yata, then when they run into him later Kotosaka
suddenly gives this perfect echo of Fushimi’s sensual gasping
'Misaki~’ and Fushimi goes bright red and probably really does try to
stab the bird).
cops: i want to kill black people
black people: im not really concerned about the few cops that are dying…im more concerned about the black people who are being slaughtered by these cops
yall: OH MY GOD THATS TERRIBLE you need to question your morality!!! dont call the cops when you need them!!!
Hi my name is Reaper and I kill people and consume their souls (that’s how I got my name) I have crimson eyes like blood and a lot of people tell me I look like Gabriel Reyes (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Gabriel Reyes but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a vampire but my teeth are straight and white. I have dark skin . I’m also a mercenary, and I work for a terrorist group called Talon (I’m sixty). I’m a goth (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly black. I love Hot Topic and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a black cape and hood with a skull mask and black combat boots. I was wearing black lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner and red eye shadow. I was walking outside Overwatch HQ. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of overwatch preps stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.
a little bit late but here’s a concise and (hopefully) sufficient list of US crimes against humanity domestically and abroad
Native American Genocide
Cultural clashes between European settlers and Natives lasted for over four hundred years – small battles, large scale wars and forced labor systems on large estates, also known as encomiendas – took a large toll on the Native population.
Throughout the Northeast, proclamations to create ‘redskins’, or scalps of Native Americans, were common during war and peace times. According to the 1775 Phips Proclamation in Massachusetts, King George II of Britain called for “subjects to embrace all opportunities of pursuing, captivating, killing and destroying all and every of the aforesaid Indians.”
Colonists were paid for each Penobscot Native they killed – fifty pounds for adult male scalps, twenty-five for adult female scalps, and twenty for scalps of boys and girls under age twelve. These proclamations explicitly display the settlers’ “intent to kill”, a major indicator of genocidal acts.
Native American genocide (including deaths caused by disease): 76 million
etc. genocidal incidents involving native americans
it goes without saying that this doesn’t do justice to the sheer amount of constant relocation, forced marches, and deportations faced by native americans, however.
U.S. foreign policy + CIA operations abroad
phoenix program (1975), a program during the vietnam war meant to identify and neutralize suspected viet cong, viet cong sympathizers, and communists. it resulted in the torture of tens of thousands (by gang rape, rape following murder, whippings, electric shock treatment, and so on) and the “neutralization” of 81,740; 41,000 of which were killed.
operation condor (1968-1989), a campaign of anti-communist terror that resulted in the deaths of 60,000 to 90,000 suspected communists, unionists, students, teachers, intellectuals, priests, and racial and sexual minorities. it entailed the installation of right wing, oftentimes fascist, military dictatorships and juntas across south america. notable examples being pinochet’s chile, hugo banzer’s bolivia, and alfredo stroessner’s paraguay.
operation menu (1969-1970), a bombing campaign targeted at both the khmer rouge guerrillas and cambodian civilians, resulting in a noncombatant death toll of 4,000. although, all bombing campaigns directed at cambodia are as high as 150,000.
operation rolling thunder (1965-1968), an ariel bombardment operation that resulted in the deaths of anywhere from 52,000 - 182,000 vietnamese civilians.
operation wandering soul (assumed to be throughout the entire vietnam war), a psychological and propagandistic campaign that preyed on the vietnamese belief that “It was believed that if one died away from one’s family and was not buried with their ancestors, then they would be forced to wander forever; their souls in pain”, the CIA utilized this by recording south vietnamese actors encouraging viet cong to desert the army, oftentimes blasting these recordings from helicopters overhead.
bay of pigs (1961), the attempted overthrow of the increasingly communist leadership of fidel castro, in part due to the severed ties between cuba and the US after the cuban revolution that overthrew and exiled the previous US-friendly dictator, fulgencio batista, and with him the US’ influence over the region.
operation allied force (1999), the NATO bombing of yugoslavia that resulted in the deaths of anywhere from 500 to 5,700 serbian civilians, 60% of which were in kosovo.
CIA funding of the contras (1981-1988), the CIA funded the right-wing, terrorist contras in opposition to the left social democratic sandinista government in nicaragua as a result of the left wing government being a threat to the economic interests of the US. the contras frequently resorted to widespread acts of terror including, but not limited to: rape, torture, kidnappings, mass shootings, the destruction of schools, and the destruction of hospitals. of which killed a staggering 70,000-130,000 civilians. all the while, the contras were considered freedom fighters by the US media and state.
US bombs in laos (1964-1973), 270 million cluster bombs were dropped on laos, or 2.5 million tons, 80 million of which didn’t explode on impact and have since claimed 20,000 civilian lives after the original bombing. it is unknown how many have died due to the initial bombing, but several thousands can be assumed. one estimate is over 500,000.
When Lyndon Johnson announced a halt to the bombing of North Vietnam in 1968, the bombing of Laos escalated. Asked about the bombing during Senate testimony, Deputy Chief of Mission Monteagle Stearns said, “Well, we had all those planes sitting around and couldn’t just let them stay there with nothing to do.”
The refugees spoke of a relentless campaign of destruction: entire villages incinerated, temples and schools destroyed, livestock killed, people buried alive in holes they dug trying to escape the bombs, people burned alive by napalm and white phosphorous, others forced to live underground in caves for years.
operation 40 (1959-1960), code name for a CIA sponsored terrorist organization pre-bay of pigs that both practiced anti-castro terrorism, sabotage, and assassinations of left-wing political and military leaders. in response to it’s failure in the 60s (disbanded due to evidence of drug trafficking), brigade 2506 was created in it’s place with similar functions.
(1953), a coup sponsored by the US that entailed the overthrow of the democratically elected prime minister of iran, mohammad mosaddegh and the emplacement of a military government headed by fazlollah zahedi and, accordingly, allowed the shah of iran to institute what was practically an absolute monarchy. this was caused due to mosaddegh’s nationalization of iranian oil and effective dismission of US economic interests.
operation gladio (1956-1990): the peak of NATO (and, accordingly, CIA) anti-communist paranoia.
project FUBELT (1970-1973), the CIA operation that lead to both the assassination of democratically elected chilean president, salvador allende, and the following coup that resulted in the military dictatorship headed by augusto pinochet.
US syphilis experiments in guatemala (1946-1948), the forced, deliberate infection of 700 or more guatemalans with venereal diseases for the purpose of testing the effectiveness of penicillin.
albanian subversion (1949-1952), the attempted overthrow of albania’s government, one of the first of many attempts of the CIA in overthrowing communist and soviet-aligned governments. regardless, it cost the lives of at least 300 people.
CIA tibetan program (1950-1972), the CIA funding, training, and arming of tibetan nationalists and rebels for the purpose of anti-communism and US interests.
disposition matrix (2010-current), also known as the kill list has claimed up to
2,300 lives via drone strikes, 80% of which were innocent.
operation northwoods (1962, rejected), which was a proposed false flag operation that would’ve framed cuba as a terrorist state.
The desired resultant from the execution of this plan would be to place the United States in the apparent position of suffering defensible grievances from a rash and irresponsible government of Cuba and to develop an international image of a Cuban threat to peace in the Western Hemisphere.
additionally, there has been over 600 failed assassination attempts on fidel castro that have been linked to the CIA
project ARTICHOKE (1951-1953) a study dedicated to forced morphine addiction and hypnosis, tested primarily on sexual and racial minorities (see: gay men, asians, african americans, and military prisoners)
project MKUltra (1953-1973) more infamous than other CIA operations, project MKUltra was the code name given to an illegal program based on human experimentation, usually on unwilling canadians and US citizens belonging to ethnic minority groups. it’s hard to go over just how awful it was in one paragraph so tbh i suggest you read the wiki page.
operation mockingbird (1948-1973), a secret campaign by the CIA to influence the media, the organization recruited leading american journalists in a network to help project the CIA’s views. this extended to multiple student organizations and magazines. there were at least 3,000 CIA officers engaged in this operation.
operation wetback (1954), the deportation of (at least) a million persons to mexico, the majority of which were mexican nationals in response to the increased level of immigration
japanese internment (1942-1946), the deliberate internment of over 127,000 japanese citizens following the bombing of pearl harbor, which resulted in the relocation of japanese people to concentration camps.
and i honestly shouldn’t have to explain that the U.S. was built off of african slave labor and oppression for hundreds of years, but i will. at least 85,000 deaths can be attributed to the transport of slaves alone (see: not abuses and deaths actually within the U.S.) and an unknown amount of slaves were killed within the U.S., however, in 1860 there were approximately 3,950,528 slaves, or 13% of the U.S. population. let that speak for itself.
i haven’t seen this around among the many excellent theories, so i just wanna toss it out there:
Bigender Pidge. Genderfluid Pidge.
Pidge who is sometimes okay with he and sometimes with she and a lot of the time with both or either, but has days where there needs to be standing on a chair and loud correcting because not that one, not today. Pidge who has gotten used to figuring out how they feel today, and whether or not it matters, and he ends up explaining over and over sometimes because this is important today and other days she was up all night with robots and is too tired and doesn’t bother because today is one of those where each could be okay. Pidge who has a day where it is most definitely she, most definitely a girl day, and seizes the opportunity of feeling sold and real and right to try and explain, try and present, because this feels like the kind of thing that could go on for a while–
and then the next day “she” doesn’t fit anymore and when Lance uses “he” by accident and then tries to backtrack, Pidge tells him, “no, it’s fine”
and then next week, it’s back to “she”, and she’s afraid to explain this again, knows at some point they’re going to run out of patience, and so she just answers to whatever
and eventually the rest of the team might sort of forget, and Pidge is always Pidge but depending on the day or the month or the minute can have to avoid everyone else because hearing them talk about him with the wrong pronouns is too hard.
Pidge knows that she can’t expect them to keep up or deal with switching pronouns on an irregular basis, and isn’t going to try and ask. it can’t be really worth it, can it? he’s used to riding things out, to waiting for them to change, and it’s so hard to explain that sometimes she’s a she and sometimes he’s a he and
is there a point to it, really.
So yeah. Genderfluid Pidge who is too goddamn tired and afraid to explain themselves anymore.
You put extra effort into your appearance before you go to work the next day. Will he treat you the same way as before or differently because of last night? Thinking about the kiss still made you cover your face and smile like a little girl.
You sit at your desk, waiting for him to arrive. Do you smell okay? Is this the right outfit?
The elevator opens and your heart jumps. But it’s not B/N. It’s a man who looks oddly familiar.
“Is my son in?”
“Excuse me? Your son?”
He sighs, walking into the office with you telling him not to.
“You need to leave,”
“Do you even know who I am?”
“No. I don’t. But you can tell me outside of this office,”
He looks you up and down, “You’re that girl. The one that threw the dress,”
“And you’re the man that was inside, who now needs to go back outside until B/N comes back,”
He’s about to listen to you when B/N walks inside, “Y/N, why aren’t you…” he sees his father and his entire demeanor changes. The brightness in his eyes from seeing you vanishes, his smile is gone.
“Can you step outside for a moment?”
Both you and the father stand there wondering who he’s talking to. B/N manages a tender expression, “Y/N, just for a moment,”
You nod, backing out of the room with them both waiting for you to leave to speak. As soon as the door closes his father starts talking.
“How could you close off the accounts? What am I supposed to do?”
“Work, like everyone else in this country,”
“I’m your father,”
“Act like one. Get a job and stop living off my mother’s company. If she knew I’ve been helping you…” he sighs, “It’s done. You can leave now,”
Something breaks and you jump, having not heard the sound in such a long time. You’re only worry is B/N. He’s been doing so well these past weeks, you can see how hard he’s been trying to maintain his composure. But employees are much different from parents. Who knows how he’ll react this time?
His father storming into the elevator and you head into his office, finding B/N cleaning up the mess his father made. It’s a shattered photo and by the looks of it, it it’s a family portrait.
You help him clean up the glass. He’s so quiet.
“Are you okay?” you ask him.
He takes a while to respond, until you think he won’t, “I’m fine,” his voice sounds husky, his hair covering his eyes. You try to look at his face but he heads to the window, his back to you.
“You can relax for the rest of the day, I don’t have anything for you to do. Or if you want to leave, you can do that too,”
You place the photo on top of his desk, standing behind him. You’re not sure if he’ll push you off, but you’re prepared for that. You wrap your arms around him, squeezing him close to you. He stops breathing for a moment, until you feel his hands cover yours. He sighs, body no longer tense. You rest your head against his back in relief that he’s letting you hold him.
He won’t speak and you don’t press him, but he heads towards the couch, bringing you with him. His eyes are red, eyelashes wet. He looks exhausted.
“My mother says to have nothing to do with him. That it will only hurt me. But how can I? He’s my dad,” you wipe away the drying tears from his cheeks.
You pat your lap and he looks at you, very confused.
“O..kay,” he lays his head on your lap, looking very uncomfortable. He’s about to sit up, but you hold his shoulders down. You begin by combing your fingers through his hair, gently massaging his scalp.
“Close your eyes,” It takes a moment for him to relax. The stiffness in his body is gone, he feels heavier on your legs. His arm is holding onto one of your legs. He looks like he’s sleeping.
“Why’d you stop?” he mumbles once you lean over to check if he’s awake.
You play with his hair some more, “Feel better?”
He nods, rolling onto his back, “Can we do this every day? I’ll pay you overtime,” You smile at him, him taking your hand, “Thank you. Before I would’ve flipped out. Felt I was close to doing that until you came in,”
You bring his hand to your lips, knowing you couldn’t possibly understand the situation between him and his father. But you have something else on your mind.
“Why did you switch when that man spoke to me at the event?”
At this, he sits up, biting his lip in thought, “Events like those require dates. And all the women I took with me, he would speak to them and say unkind things that they would agree with. I wouldn’t have cared much if I hadn’t felt something towards them. So when you spoke to him, I thought the same thing was happening again and I…did what I did,”
Hearing his explanation, you put everything together. From the way he looked at the man, to what he was saying about B/N. It should’ve been obvious that they had bad blood. But the coldness in his voice when he spoke to you that night can’t seem to leave your memory.
“I’m sorry,” he tells you, cupping your cheek with one hand, “I’m so sorry,”
The rest of the day, you spend at your desk answering calls and emails. You rest your head on your arms for a power nap when someone taps the counter. You sit up quickly, vision out of focus.
B/N is standing before you as you sit in your chair, an energy drink in his hand.
“Did you not sleep last night? Or too busy thinking of last night?” he smirks at you and you snatch the drink from his hand as he laughs. He stands beside you, leaning against your desk as you drink.
“Better?” he asks.
“I don’t know, I just drank it,”
He takes hold of your chin, “Your chin is so cute,”
“And your nose is adorable,”
“Don’t kiss my nose,” He leans in close and you don’t move away.
“Then where,” he traces his finger along your jaw, “can I kiss you?”
You’re suddenly very glad only you two are on this floor because when he kisses you there’s no thought of anything else. Only the way his body feels beneath your fingertips and the way his hands are holding you against him.
Somehow you ended up sitting on the desk, managing to say, “The keyboard,” because you’re practically sitting on it.
“I’ll buy another one,” he breathes against your neck and you wonder if you should go into his office instead.
“Um…” neither of you had spoken, “Sir?” B/N suddenly stops, looking around you.
You’re glad your back is facing the elevator because you’re squeezing B/N’s arm in embarrassment.
“Yes?” he’s very casual, as if kissing his secretary is a normal thing.
“Here’s the package you asked for,” they rest it on the desk and you avoid their curious eyes.
Once they leave, you bury your face in his chest.
“Why are you embarrassed, no one even saw you. They saw me,”
“They’ll know that it’s me,”
You point at your hair, “Everyone recognizes the hair,”
“Everything will be fine,” he sighs, patting your shoulders, “So should we go to my office now or…?” Shoving his chest, you get off the desk as he laughs at you.
By the time work is over, you want to leave before everyone else starts to. You tell B/N you’ll take the next elevator as to not be seen with him, but he thinks that’s nonsense, taking your hand instead.
Once you reach the lobby, you see that your colleagues appear to be waiting for you. Their eyes are wide when they see your hand in B/N’s. You had no intention of letting go, but he does.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he tells you.
Once he starts to walk away, they swarm towards you, questions hitting you left and right, “Are you two dating?”
“Since when?! I thought you hated him,”
“You were the girl he was kissing like that? Whoa.”
“Sleeping with the boss eh? Pity, that was my idea…”
You look for B/N who’s talking with another man. Biting your lip, you ask your friends a question no one ever cared to ask. Surprisingly, they all agree.
“Hey Boss,” they call to him. He turns to them, eyebrow raised, “you wanna come for some drinks?”
You know he never expected the invitation, because he stands there speechless before walking towards you with a smile.