i actually really like the thought of satoru not knowing men typically wear white tank tops underneath their dress shirts and such and that even under his uniform jacket, he’s completely shirtless

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i actually really like the thought of satoru not knowing men typically wear white tank tops underneath their dress shirts and such and that even under his uniform jacket, he’s completely shirtless
Give us the spicy Ben takes. You know you want to. Like putting too much Sriracha on your eggs, you want to tempt this fandom. Tell me, Roo
You are either the worst influence, or the best. You are both. Both of those things.
Well shit, okay, it’s Spicy Ben Takes time!
So you know that thing in fandom where Ben gets credited as Klaus’ babysitter, the voice of reason that has managed to keep Klaus alive all these years? The viewpoint that Klaus is going to fall apart post-s2 without Ben there to help take care of him? I’m here to say that canon suggests the opposite is true.
Having someone watching you limits your freedom to make your own choices — or to put it another way, having someone watching you is an extra factor to weigh during the decision-making process. Unfortunately, people are complicated and messy and the Hargreeves are especially so, and so that extra factor is not always going to weigh in favor of making better choices.
And Ben and Klaus are siblings.
There might be nothing more powerful than sibling-induced stubbornness. There was some musical artist that my older sister liked that I said was bad, and then when I realized they were good actually, I kept pretending to hate them until some time after we’d both graduated high school. In turn, because I listened mostly to movie scores, my little brother declared that any music without lyrics was bad and all sounded the same. He had to listen to Beethoven’s Symphony No. 6 and the opening track to The Dark Knight and tell us that they sounded so alike that he couldn’t tell them apart.
He HAD TO do this. I don’t have a name as good as the Cain Instinct to describe it, but I submit that the inability to admit fault in front of a sibling runs as deep, if not deeper. It’s something to do with pride, probably, and more importantly the second part of this phrase: you can’t admit that you’re wrong or you’ll never hear the end of it. You aren’t going to fall out of touch when you graduate or whatever, this person will be around for the rest of your life reminding you of this fuckup whenever it benefits them, for forever.
(okay a read more because this is looooong sorrrrryyy)
Hello — just so you know, your blog has been flagged nsfw for me. I’m not sure why, but in case you weren’t aware, I figured I’d let you know!
I know.
Since tumblr hasn't notified me about any problematic content, and there's no way to dispute it, it's a bug on their end. Going to your Account Settings and turning off "Hide Sensitive Content" might fix it.
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((swiggedy swere i am here))
"Hey, Naomi, you aren't looking so good... Do you wanna hang out for a while? Get a drink, bother people, break stuff... whatever you want."
"..."
"Can we get a drink and bother people by breaking it over their heads?"
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