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💙🩷💛💚💜💪🏻 Artists are not guilty

He also posted "Do not use them"

I have so much admiration and respect for this man. He understands what it's like to be young and vulnerable in an industry driven by money, power and greed. He has seen how these young artists (children really) are used to further the agenda of the power-hungry adults, for hits by the media and even to perpetuate fandom wars. He himself has lived it.

Jungkook isn't one to say what he doesn't mean or take a stand unless he feels strongly. I'm so proud of him!

Also, anyone who doesn't feel this way because of some misguided need to support a multibillion-dollar corporation needs to reevaluate their principles and consider leading with compassion and understanding.

[aquaquadrant]

Thinking of Bravo promising to protect Timmy. Thinking of Timmy learning to trust and rely on Bravo relatively quick because he's gone unloved practically his whole life, and suddenly he's wanted? He doesn't need to know he's only a second choice to a version of him he couldn't feasibly ever live up to.

Thinking of a scenario in which Timmy is clearly struggling with his wings and asks Bravo if he knows anything to help. Thinking about the way a crow's wings have that gorgeous sheen to them, and how some even have hints of silver in their feathers. Thinking about how no matter how cared for Timmy will be, he'll always be Silver at Best and Never Gold.

An avian's pride is their wings, how would it feel to know even those are only second to someone else's?

why would you do this…

[unconditionallyobsessedd]

if you can’t tell by the massive amount of posts I’ve reblogged today, I just finished arcane and I am really not okay 😭 super unwell. devastated. begging for more. begging for a happy ending. screaming and crying UGH

[lazyjellyfish300]

and omg all this just happened....

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝓑eauty 𝓞f 𝓣his 𝓜ess ♡ 𝓒hapter 𝓕ifteen

꒰⠀⠀⟡⠀.⠀military!miguel⠀𝓍⠀fem!neighbor!reader⠀.⠀⟡⠀⠀꒱

⠀ ᰦ 󠄀 ྀ .⠀♥︎⠀summary.⠀while enduring this pregnancy journey, you unexpectedly meet miguel’s mother and she offers support. miguel finally returns and he begs but you won’t give in. on a final note, you finally make a decision about the baby.

⠀ ᰦ 󠄀 ྀ .⠀♥︎⠀content.⠀angst, pregnancy, emotional distress, arguments, swearing, heartbreak, weird chapter (beginning is reader’s pov, later half is where chapter 14 left off)

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THREE WEEKS AGO.

since the ultrasound and that encounter with the little boy and his mother at the grocery store, you’ve been conflicted about this pregnancy. from the beginning, you were uncertain about keeping the baby because there was no room in your life for one. it was never a consideration to have children. but these recents events have slightly altered your view.

the ultrasound picture hangs on your fridge, a reminder of the reality you’re in now. a tiny blob currently growing in your womb. at first, it was stored away in your drawer of your nightstand to avoid seeing it but eventually your mind changed and decide to hang it up. you’re still somewhat fascinated by it, that tiny blob that will eventually be a miniature version of you, if you decide to keep it.

but that decision continues to linger in your mind as each day passes by. whenever you go out and see a mother with her child, you always envision your own scenarios with your own potential future child. those envisions always made your heart swell. the other day while taking luna out for a walk, you saw a woman with her daughter, who appeared to be a toddler, having their own little mother-daughter picnic. both wearing matching dresses with floral prints. it was such a heartwarming scene, the mother showing off her affection for her daughter with hugs and kisses over her head. just like any other scenery, you envision yourself with your child, in this case a daughter. having your own little picnic and wearing matching dresses, cute mother-daughter bonding.

you didn’t realize tears slowly swelling up in your eyes until your sight became a bit glossy. the conflicting emotions were too intense that you had to walk away, rushing back to your apartment. that was when you decided to hang up the ultrasound pic.

the conflict grew more complicated and it was annoying the hell out of you. but with these heartwarming scenarios, you’ve been gradually leaning towards the possibility of keeping and having the baby. imagined a miniature version of you wandering around the apartment, giggles and babbles bouncing off the four walls, luna being chased by the baby. these types of scenarios were making the decision more complex than it already is. but the fear and uncertainty still lingers as well.

lately, your friends have been visiting you to check how you’re doing and wondering if you need anything. lyla would blurt out a million questions about the pregnancy and what it’s like growing another human inside you, she’s a little nerd on the inside. mj would be making and prepping a nice cup of tea or whatever drink you want. anne would grab blankets to provide you comfort you need especially during these chilly nights. all of you huddled together as if it’s a sleepover during your teen years.

the boys would visit as well. peter would tag along with mj after getting off from work like the first time. eddie would show up at your door with whatever food you were craving with a stupid smile on his face, both of you munching on the food while shit-talking about jameson and any other asshole from work. one visit, anne tagged along with him which surprised you and made you raise a brow. their excuse was for accidentally arriving at the same time. you couldn’t help but smirk, they definitely showed up together. harry made a stop by and offered comfort. like everyone else, he offered support but it was different since the man was loaded as hell. in the end, you are forever grateful to supportive and caring friends.

but you were still missing the support and care from one specific person. miguel still hasn’t responded and you give up at this point. the message was clear he did not want to be involved and never return so why bother anymore. no matter how much you wish for him to answer back and show up at your door, you had to get over it. waiting on him was killing you. you had to stop hanging onto that thread of hope. there wasn’t any left, it vanished completely.

you had to let him go.

no matter how much you didn’t want to and now matter how much it made your heart ached.

but the pain and suffering he inflicted on you forever has a profound impact. there were still moments, mostly at night, you would shed tears because of his negligence and betrayal. still in disbelief that the very man who vowed his love to you, made you feel loved and valued like no other, abandoned you when you needed him the most. left you with another broken heart expect this one hurt more than ever because you believed he truly loved you like you did him.

as days passed, that love you held for miguel in your heart gradually transformed into hatred. your heart no longer beats with warm and adoration but instead resentment and anger. once red now black and cold, as if it has rotten like an apple. perhaps like the poison apple from snow white.

joel broke your heart, miguel rotten it.

perhaps love was a complete joke.

you truly believed miguel was different than joel. he would restore your broken heart and replace that pain with new profound love. however, he did the same as well but rotten your heart with false hope instead. the second man to damage your heart.

only pain and anger beats for them both.

the text messages and calls stopped. there were utterly useless and it was clear miguel wouldn’t come back. the conclusion was that he wouldn’t be in the picture and you didn’t care anymore. his silence was enough for you that you no longer needed him. it may be a difficult journey but you can do it without that asshole. you won’t let miguel win.

currently, you’re returning from the local bookstore that is around the block. luckily pets were allowed so you were able to take luna with you. a sci-fi horror book was your new purchase and to be added to your book collection. it also severed as a reminder to clean out your bookshelf of books you no longer need or like anymore, it’s a bit cramped as well.

heading to your apartment, you notice a woman standing in the middle of the hallway, more precisely in front of your apartment. your brows furrowed slightly in confusion as you slowly approach her. the woman seems to hear you as she turns around. curly brunette with little streaks of silver.

she offers a kind smile. “hello, are you…” your eyes widen a little when she mentions your name.

“yes…” you say skeptically. “and you are…?”

“i’m conchata o’hara, miguel’s mother.”

you stand there in shock. you finally met his mother. never would’ve thought of actually meeting her one day, mainly due to what miguel had told you about their estranged relationship.

but the real question is: why is she here?

now you’re even a bit more skeptical.

“forgive me for arriving unexpectedly, i know we’ve never properly met due to my and miguel’s situation so it may be a bit awkward.”

she seems to be… decent so far.

“the reason i came here today is because i know about the whole situation.”

well, it’s not like miguel is here and she could visit.

she takes one step closer, a sorrowful expression on her face. “first and foremost, i want to say i’m so sorry you’re battling this alone.”

oh… this was a little unexpected.

“you shouldn’t be and i’m so sorry. i wanted to come here to see you. i understand if you don’t wish to accept it since i’m miguel’s mother but believe me, i’m just as furious at him as much as you are, hija.”

so she aware of his son’s stupidity, good to know you both are on the same page. since she’s his mother, she most definitely pissed the hell off like you. a mother’s fury, especially a latina mother, is something everyone is afraid of.

“i… i appreciate that very much, señora.”

“please, call me conchata.” she offer a kind smile.

you lightly shake your head, smiling back. “i like to be polite, especially meeting for the first time.”

“you’re very kind, hija. really too kind.”

“would you like to come in? i can make café if you like?” you offer kindly.

“i would love that very much.”

you welcome conchata into your home. luna greets the woman with several barks before silently sniffing at her ankles with her tail wagging. as you heading to the kitchen to make coffee, conchata gently guides you to the living room instead.

“i can make it, hija. don’t worry about it.”

“but you’re my guest, it’s okay.” you kindly inject.

“you’ve got to much on your hands. please don’t worry, it’s the least i can do.”

sighing, you comply. you sit down on the couch while conchata makes the coffee. orange juice was your choice of beverage due to your pregnancy. after a few minutes, she returns with a mug in one hand and your glass of orange juice in the other. you thank her with a kind smile as she hands your glass of juice and she takes a seat on the other side of the couch.

“firstly, how are you doing, dear?”

you knew she’s referring to the pregnancy. “i’m alright. thankfully, i don’t have morning sickness anymore and i can actually function.”

the woman smiles softly, relieved to hear you’re doing better. “i’m very glad you’re feeling better. i remember it and i do not miss it. i couldn’t leave the bed for weeks, it was un dismadre.”

you softly chuckle, feeling a bit bad for her. “how awful, i’m sorry you had to deal with that.”

she waves it off with a hand. “the glories of pregnancy, such a beautiful thing.”

you can sense the sarcasm in her tone, making you chuckle because it’s true. everyone experiences pregnancy differently and most deal with morning sickness, at different levels yet still an awful experience. truly such a beautiful thing.

you notice her expression gradually transforms into a more remorseful one, sensing the shift of the atmosphere into deep seriousness.

“i just… can’t believe this…” her tone grows quiet, remorseful. “i know i said this before but i am incredibly sorry you’re dealing with this, hija.”

your expression matches her own, silently listening.

“i just can’t believe he would do this…” she truly sounds in disbelief, shocked at her son’s idiotic behavior. “when peter called me and told me everything, i wanted to find him and kill him.”

your eyes widen ever so slightly at her confession but ultimately understand. hearing about your own son disappearing after getting a girl pregnant would set your entire body on fire with pure fury.

“i raised him to be a good man and to be a responsible human being.” her tone turns serious for a moment. “i raised him to be better.”

conchata did, in fact, raised a good man. before everything collapsed, miguel was a kindhearted man. offered his services, fixed your bookshelf and car engine, offered his jacket when you were cold at coney island, always gave you compliments and sweet praises, made you feel happy and safe.

you just wondered why that all was thrown out the window the minute he left.

“what miguel did was irresponsible.” she states firmly, staring at you with such seriousness. “he left you alone to deal with this, it’s unacceptable. i want you to know that i’m beyond furious with him. that man is not my son with that idiotic behavior.”

wow, you like her more.

“if he ever decides to come back, don’t feel obligated to forgive him. i’m not here to persuade you to take him back, no absolutely not. it’s your decision whether to forgive him or not. what miguel did hurt you indefinitely and it’s not forgivable.”

you internally agree with conchata and appreciate her support wholeheartedly. she is right, he did hurt you indefinitely and it’s left a large scar on you.

she sighs deeply before continuing on. “i also understand your uncertainty about… the baby.”

suddenly, you feel your breathe caught in your throat. the grandmother of your potential future child sits in front of you asking about the said child. a sudden wave of anxiousness course through you.

conchata seems to notice your anxious state and gently takes your hand in hers. “whatever your decision you’ll make, i’ll support you completely. you choose what’s best for you. this concerns your well-being, you choose for yourself.”

her supportive words makes your heart melt. you truly appreciate it, especially from her.

“if you choose to keep it, i’ll 100% support you and the baby. whatever you need, i’ll be there.” she states with such sincerity. “if not, i’ll still be there to support you through the process. my house is open to you, and the baby if you choose to keep it. in any scenario, i am here to support and help you, hija.”

suddenly you feel tears prickling in your eyes. the pregnancy hormones only make you more emotional. her support truly means significantly to you and you can’t help but pull her into a tight embrace which conchata gladly accepts, like a mother would.

“thank you so much.” you sniffle.

“of course, hija.” she gently rubs your back.

after a moment, you release each other from the emotional embrace. conchata hands you tissues from the box sitting on the coffee table, quietly thanking her as you take them from her.

“your words and support mean so much to me… appreciate it so much, mrs, o’hara. i’m forever grateful, gracias.” you smile through tears.

she offers a smile. “of course, hija. i’m here for you, my doors are always open to you. anything you need, don’t ever hesitate to reach out, you’re not alone.”

that last phrase makes you tear up again.

‘you’re not alone.’

you know you have supper from friends. you still heavens told your family, nevertheless your parents and you’re still nervous to tell them. the day will eventually come when you’re ready. but now with conchata’s support, you truly don’t feel that alone anymore. miguel is still gone but at least his mother has sympathy and common sense.

after cleaning up tears and the dishes, you and conchata exchange goodbyes. giving you one final reminder to reach out for help. once she left and you close the door, you glance down at your tummy. you place a hand over it, as if silently communicating with the tiny life form growing inside. letting them know that they would have support. the thought makes your heart swell once again.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ┈ ୨ ₊ ┈ ౨ৎ   ┈ ₊ ୧   ┈

PRESENT DAY.

all the blood flowing through your veins went entirely cold. the beating of your heart suddenly stops. waves of fury corses through you like a tsunami. you can feel the anger radiating from your skin.

miguel is back.

the son of bitch that abandoned you finally came back, standing in front of you with a scared expression that pisses you off. after 3 weeks of abandonment, the bastard decides to finally show up. you scoff mentally at the thought, in pure disbelief at his sudden return.

part of you wants to cry and yell at him for the pain he caused. scream all the pain and suffering right in his fucking face. kick and punch the shit out of him. if you weren’t carrying a tiny being in your belly, you would beat the shit of miguel with no hesitation. back in your teen years, you use to put bitches back in their place if they messed with you. unfortunately, you can’t give miguel the same treatment.

“you son of a bitch…”

miguel gulps anxiously at your cold tone of hatred that you harbor for him, rightfully so. it wasn’t the saw gentle tone contained with love and gentleness. not in the sweet manner you used to talk to him. he feels trails of sweat down the back of his neck.

“bebé, i—”

“shut the fuck up.”

you cutting him off so abruptly makes miguel wince, he feels utterly pathetic and guilty. you notice it and you scoff mentally, he really was pathetic.

“you fucking asshole…”

miguel deserves every derogatory word from you. asshole, bastard, son of a bitch, all of it he deserves it. he calls himself all those terms too. he deserves every once of your anger towards him.

“you left me…” you whisper with such sadness and anger, feeling tears gradually swelling in your eyes.

you sound so heartbroken that it stabs miguel right in the fucking heart a million times. he can feel his own tears swelling his eyes of guilt.

“lo siento, bebé—”

“you LEFT me!” you snap at him, eyes wide in fury which silents him immediately. “you left me for 3 fucking weeks, miguel! you left me to deal with this shit by MYSELF! I CALLED YOU AND TEXTED YOU AND YOU NEVER ANSWERED!”

your voice of frustration echos throughout the entire parking garage. it wouldn’t be a surprise if people, either inside or outside, could hear.

miguel just stands there like the pathetic, guilty fuck he is. eyes swelled with tears, on the verge of breaking down. your voice of frustration and hurt ringing in his ears, stabbing his heart.

this is where his idiotic decisions led to, you screaming and crying at him.

“I WAS SO FUCKING WORRIED ABOUT YOU! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?! I TRUSTED YOU! I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME!”

miguel panics at that. “i do love you!—”

“NO YOU DON’T BECAUSE YOU FUCKING LEFT ME!” you shout, allowing those tears to fall. “YOU LEFT ME WHEN I NEEDED YOU THE MOST!”

that was a big stab to his heart. it’s the truth, he did leave you when you needed him the most and miguel is a fucking idiot for not realizing sooner. you had to navigate this life-changing situation on your own without his support. you were dealing with this, stressed out and crying for unforgettable hours while his stupid ass was back at his stupid cabin.

he felt tears running down his cheeks.

“i needed you, miguel!” you sob, making it incredibly difficult for miguel to not rush over, cradle for your face and wipe your tears away.

the guilt was hitting him like a train. those tears of pain and sadness in those beautiful eyes kills him, especially knowing he is the cause of them.

“i needed you…” you sob uncontrollably, not caring how much of a mess you are right now. “i was so alone… abandoned…”

now he’s crying as well, the guilt hitting him harder.

“i waited… waited for you to come back…” another sob. “but you didn’t.” your tone went cold for a sec.

he should’ve gone back sooner so you wouldn’t have gone through so much suffering he caused. but he can’t change the past, the damage is done and miguel has no control over it.

“i went to the doctor’s appointment alone… sitting in the lobby alone in a room with other patients with their partners… supporting and comforting them… DO YOU KNOW HOW FUCKING HARD THAT WAS?! SITTING THERE AND WATCHING THEM GETTING THE LOVE AND SUPPORT THEM NEEDED WHILE I WAS SITTING ALL ALONE?!”

miguel feels like the biggest asshole in the entire universe. he remembers your text that day after unlocking his phone weeks later and how he broke down into tears. now hearing it again from you makes him cry harder, the guilt consuming him.

“I FELT SO FUCKING MISERABLE!” you shout, sobbing uncontrollably once again. “I HAD TO DEAL WITH THIS SHIT BY MYSELF! I CRIED SO MANY TIMES BECAUSE OF WHAT YOU DID!”

it kills him to think about it, the amount of tears you shed because of him. miguel really hates himself.

you pause a moment to wipe some tears away. miguel still fought the urge to wipe them away himself because he knows he can’t.

“i trusted you… with everything… my heart…” your voice dies down, now more remorseful which makes miguel’s heart ache. “i really thought you were different… i thought you were the right man… a good, caring person… i thought you were the one…”

miguel stares at you with wide, tearful eyes. he wanted to be the right man, he still wants to be the right man. but his stupid actions changed that.

“but i guess not.”

now he starts to panic. no, no, no. he still wants to be the right man for you. miguel loves you and he doesn’t want to lose you… but he already did.

“i thought joel broke my heart and he did but you… you just rotten it to the fucking core.”

miguel’s own heart shatters at that. putting him and that asshole joel in the same sentence makes him seethe, remembering what joel did to you, but realizes he hurt you more.

“mi amor, please i’m so so so sorry. i should never have left you alone, i scared of—”

you scoff, rolling your eyes. “scared of what?”

“losing you!” he cries.

“you lost me the moment you walked out that door.”

miguel’s eyes widen once again. panic causes him to step forward and reach out with a shaky hand. “please mi alma, let me explain—”

“stay the fuck away from me.”

the bastard winces again and immediately steps back, shooting a remorseful glance.

“you hurt me, miguel, and i will never forgive you.”

his teary eyes widen once again. but then he remembers his mother’s words.

‘then don’t expect forgiveness immediately.’

‘i won’t forgive you until she forgives you. but i highly doubt she will and i do not blame her one bit.’

you won’t be forgiving him, not any time soon or ever which means his mother won’t either. but your forgiveness is much more important.

your expression turns cold, serious as you glare up at him with piercing eyes. “i don’t give a fuck about your excuse. i’ll say this once and once only, stay the fuck away from me and my baby.”

miguel’s eyes widen in shock again, both at your cold demeanor and the word ‘baby.’ he didn’t have time to respond expect standing there like a fool as you rush past him without sparing one final glance, leaving him alone in the parking garage. tears trailing down his face as he process everything that just happened. he feels his whole body go into panic mode, chest heaving and breathing heavily. feeling the entire world crumbling in his grasp as you walk away.

that’s when it hits him, he just lost you forever.

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ever since the argument with miguel, you’ve been staying at anne’s apartment. despite telling him to stay away from you, you knew he would keep running back to you since you’re literally next door neighbors. luckily, anne was kind enough to offer and allow you to stay at her place until things cool down. but honestly, who knows when that will happen.

since the argument, miguel has been leaving hundreds of text messages and calls. oh how the tables have turned. you blocked his number, thinking you should’ve done it sooner the moment he left and never came back for a while. but at least he gets a taste of his own fucking medicine.

with all these emotions, you’ve been thinking hard lately on your decision about the pregnancy. reflecting back your argument with miguel, you remember telling him to stay away from you and your baby. you referred to the tiny blob growing inside your belly as your baby, officially. you just said it to spite him, it was a spur of the moment. but reflecting on it got you thinking hard about this baby.

you’ve been rethinking everything. in the beginning, you were very uncertain about having a baby. there was no space in your apartment for another being, nevertheless a baby. although, you do make enough money to support another person. being a journalist does make you come home with some bank. it’s possible to make a small savings for baby stuff, a crib, car seat, stroller, diapers, and clothes. money doesn’t seem to be an issue. you just have to make little room for a crib, it can work out or just look for a place with two bedrooms would be easier.

but what’ve you been really thinking about is sarah, joel’s daughter. reflecting on those times during your relationship with joel, despite joel himself and his idiotic behavior, it was beautiful. sarah was a daughter to you and treated her as if she were your own. the way she sometimes called you ‘mom’ always made your heart skip a beat. earning such a title with significant meaning was an honor. she viewed you as a role model and a mother figure she’s been needing since her biological mother left once she was born. you stepped into that role and you enjoyed it very much. all the time you had spent together, shopping at the mall, painting each others nails, cooking and baking together, gossip about boys she had crushes on, do pranks on joel. you never realized how much you missed that.

sarah was your first glimpse at motherhood. you miss that bond. with this baby, you might have a second chance at having that bond again. don’t be mistaken, you miss sarah terribly, she is forever in your heart and viewed as a daughter to you. but with your own baby, you get to relive that bond on a much bigger level. a true shot at motherhood. perhaps you are ready for motherhood and just didn’t realize you’ve experienced it before.

luckily it was your day off so you remained in anne’s place and quickly texted the girls to come over to tell them big news regarding the baby. a few hours later, anne, lyla and mj show up with anticipated faces. all gathered up sitting at the dining table, they anxiously wait for the big announcement to come.

“so i finally made a decision….”

they can feel their hearts beating in anticipation. of course they knew about your uncertainty about the baby, whether you’d keep it or not. especially how terrified you were in the beginning. they all have been so supportive of you throughout this shitshow. now it’s finally time for the big reveal.

you, on the other hand, are anxious as your fiends are. heart pounding in your chest due to the anxiety flowing through your veins. it was a major thinking process for coming to a decision but part of you is finally prepared to finally reveal it.

“i’m keeping the baby.”

cries of relief fills in the air as your friends approach you with tearful eyes, warm embraces, and words of encouragement. that heavy feeling on your chest is finally lifted. the anxiety has suddenly vanished and relaxed with relief and happiness. for the first time in weeks, you cry tears of happiness.

you’re keeping this baby and are willing to take steps for preparing for motherhood. there were many doubts in the beginning but you’re fully confident to take this big step in your life. you want this baby and raise it with nothing but love and care.

but you also want to show that you’re capable of raising a baby on your own without miguel. you want to show him that you can do this without him because you don’t need him. he lost the right the moment he wakes out the door. you’re going to show him you can do anything and nothing will stop you.

miguel can go fuck himself.

you and your friends end the night celebrating your big exciting news. while enduring a night of celebration, many blocks away back at your apartment building, miguel sits at the edge of his bed breaking down into tears for the nth time as he stares remorsefully at the picture of you and him at coney island you’d taken in a photo booth. drowning himself in tears of guilt as he realizes what he’s lost.

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[cuppajoel]

Hey!

If you're reading this, you're probably wondering where this random Joel Miller blog came from- and I don't blame you.

My name is Rae, I'm 26, and I consume a lot of media. Over the past 9 months, I have been lurking in the shadows (on AO3), kindle in hand, reading and adoring the series' that many of you have created.

Over the past month or so, I have found myself dipping into Tumblr more and more and what I've found is some of the most intricate, thought-out, warm, and passionate pieces I've ever read. As someone who consumes a lot of words for a living, I have been truly astounded.

It's through you guys that I have read not only about my one true love, Joel Miller (in all incarnations), but also branched out to other characters in the P.P. fandom.

Notable mentions go to: Mando, Javier Peña, Agent Whiskey, General Acacius (jfc), Frankie bby, Dieter Bravo to name but a few...

Anyway, the point of this post is to say, thank you for the amazing work that the creators in this sphere are doing. I was in a reading slump for a good couple of years you have helped me find my love of reading again. <3

The sole purpose of my blog is to keep a record of what I'm reading (y'all I've been trying to keep tabs just by liking masterlists and it's getting outta hand lmao) and, if you're interested, give some recommendations of fics that I've been reading and loving.

I also wanted to give a quick shoutout to some of the accounts of the fics that I have been pining after for the past while. I do not claim to be the first one to come across these series'. I am well aware that it's not just me jumping on the bandwagon, but truly jumping on the Boeing 747 with the thousands of others that love your work.

Regardless, some special mentions go to:

@punkshort -Every joel miller fic you've written? I've read twice through. I'm so excited for the next chapter of Swept Away. @hellishjoel (brat tamer joel is beautiful) @fuckyeahdindjarin -You started my love affair with Dieter and Jack. I actually cannot explain the way that Joel in Seams made me blush @almostfoxglove - I think about See you at Three daily. I'm really excited to read your other series! @juletheghoul -Joel the menace is on my mind always. @covetyou - your ideas are so imaginative and such a breath of fresh air @tightjeansjavi - I started reading The Rite of Movement yesterday and its all i can think about @whocaresstillthelouvre Joel Miller fics with Taylor Swift titles? i can die happy tbh @chloeangelic (All fics on A03) @5oh5 From EDEN??? Thats all. (jk i love your other stuff too but from Eden is something else) @hier--soir every joel fic you've written is *Chefs kiss*

There are many, many more recommendations I could give and I am working my way through my over-saturated 'likes' so I can create a well organised 'recommendations' post.

I could honestly spend hours, picking your brains and gushing over the work that you guys have created but for now, I am going to reel myself in, say hi and thank you.

[skayafair]

Sam Bailey my dearest

Best of wishes to whoever was in charge of his wiki page 😆

And good morning (jk it's 2AM) to me to realize "Sheridan" is derived from an Irish name that means "seeker", which with the Searchers team in mind is... yeah. And Anna herself. Very well done, bravo 👏 " The seekers/searchers tapes". Mmm love when creators do this 💜

[bitterkarella]

Midnight Pals: Interpretive Poetry

[mysterious circle of robed figures] Helen Joyce: so we're dropping with the "wear whatever you want" line Joyce: from now on, to ensure proper gender conformity, all school boys must dress in like that one meme where the manly sweaty shirtless guys are pushing around a big gear

Joyce: and all school girls must dress in no less than 18 layers of crinoline Joyce: and believe me Joyce: we WILL be counting JK Rowling: [polite clapping] bravo bravo well done Rowling: thatssss capital, great work

Rowling: jusst great Rowling: now for a ssspecial treat john boyne will read an interpretive poem John Boyne: uh uh uh uh Boyne: this for you joanne Boyne: uh uh uh uh Boyne: i hope you like it Boyne: they oughta teach this in school Boyne: it ain't always cool to be cool (what)

Boyne: i do not like you owen jones Boyne: i wish the fash had broke your bones Boyne: now jk rowling, she's really cool Boyne:  she's the bestest terf in all hyrule Boyne: in twitter fights, she'll clean your clock Boyne: and slay you like an octorock

Boyne: JK Rowling, she's alright Boyne: bravely posting through the night Boyne: she's richer than a lottery winner Boyne: and she'll use her wealth to rehab glinner

Boyne: people tell me to log off and i say nay Boyne: i won't do it! not today! Boyne: it's not that i can't, i mean, i'm perfectly able Boyne: me, the writer of the boy in the striped pajamas Boyne: [whispers] a fable

Boyne: by the way, owen jones, my pal, my mate Boyne: maybe i'd take you out on a date Boyne: if you weren't such a mouthy bitch Boyne: Rowling: Boyne: that's it, that's the end Rowling: Rowling: yeah ok that wass Rowling: well Rowling: i liked the part about how i'm great

Boyne: anyway, be sure to buy my new book, the sequel to the boy in the striped pajamas Boyne: [whispers] a fable Boyne: it's an exhaustively researched book all about how a magical jew helped a nazi commandant's son to feel better about himself and also get the triforce

Boyne: anyway the important thing is have we considered the real victims of the holocaust -- the germans who had to feel bad about it? [phone ringing] Boyne: oh shit Boyne: if that's the auschwitz museum, i'm not here

[chronically-ghosted]

augury 🦉 + a Dieter wip of your choice (I know there’s more than one)

Hello my darling Gideon, Your Royal Spookiness!

Me, have more than one idea about Dieter Bravo running around in my brain? never.

jk i gots a gazillion.

since you've been playing up your Art professor!dieter, i'm gonna go with my art teacher!dieter!

i'm thinking just a one shot (a long one obviously because i can't do anything succinctly) but basically dieter is your son's art teacher. your husband and you recently got divorced and neither of you are coping very well. your usually well-behaved and straight a kid is now falling behind, teachers say he doesn't focus and talks back -- all except in one class: art class. Neither you or your husband had ever been particularly gifted that way so it surprises you. What's even more surprising is the art teacher, the man who is single handedly keeping your kid afloat, when you meet him at Parent Teacher Night. Combat boots and a flower crown with the most ADORABLE little girl who sits coloring on the ground next to his easel.

Dieter and his little girl (her mom split a while ago) bring you and your own son closer after realizing life can go on after loss, and family can come together in the most unlikeliest of places!

It warms my heart and makes me cry when i think about it and i can't wait to make out with dieter while covered in paint 🤍

thank you SO MUCH for asking and playing with me!

[rykno-j]

What it means to be the Strongest (j/jk)

Again writen with s/atos/ugu in mind, but unestablished, though definitely in love.

Summary: So my previous fic, if i remember correctly, had a line like:

["S/atoru, you've been too strong for too long. Let me take over, even if just for a little while."]

and then i realised i have something like that in my drafts, so why not i just develop the thought a little?

Notes: the timeline for this would be set before my previous fic [here] but reading it it isn't required to understand this one.

possibly written in the context of pre-RCT g/ojo? because i didn't want him to have the ability to replenish himself in any way. cue "Domain Amplification": Exhaustion.

there's also a point in the fic i used single inverted commas, like this: '[text]'. js to clarify, those are not actual dialogue but just g/eto's thoughts. uh.. it will make more sense when you reach that part..

And finally, to cope with the month of wait before Shibuya, I present to you..

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"Satoru, you've been specially requested."

"..Specially requested."

"..Specially resquested."

Geto watches as Gojo visibly deflates, before he shakes his head, expression changing as he stands up with that same bravo as ever.

"Right!! I'll prepare to leave immediately!"

The quiver in his legs don't go unnoticed by Geto.

This has been been happening for the past month. Don't they have other sorcerers that they can send?

The answer to that was obvious.

Of course there was. But who in the right mind would call on someone who was below 'the best option'?

Mission after mission, Geto finds himself missing the company of his friend. Normally, they would go on them together, but the recent spike in cases had left him with barely any space to breathe either, though he was relatively sure they were easier on him compared to Gojo.

He swears the other hadn't slept in weeks. Geto would return to their dorms, and the bed would still made the way he left it in the morning.

The few times he had tried to look under Gojo's sunglasses for eyebags, his hand had been swatted away, either physically or stopped with Infinity.

"Suguruu- I'm fine, don't worry about me."

"..Then look me in the eyes and say that again."

Gojo would laugh in response, waving his wrist dismissively in Geto's direction. "Of course I'm fine, we're the strongest, remember? It won't be fair I claimed to be tired now would it? Not that I am, of course."

Yes it would be, it would be fair. You need breaks too, Geto wanted to say, was going to say, if not for another interruption, this time from Gojo's phone.

It lit up in his lap, before the screen was raised to eye level. Geto watched as Gojo's eyebrows furrowed, shoulders slumping almost unnoticeably in disappointment.

He has seen this play out a thousand times before. As much as Geto wanted to reach out to drag Gojo back down next to him, his hand was frozen to his side.

"Another special request.. ahhh- I guess I better go get ready."

Geto watched silently as Gojo sauntered away, as if he was about to leave for a party, not a possibly life-threatening mission. Seriously.. he was forever taking things too lightly.

Geto wanted to do something, anything. Maybe file a request to give Satoru some space to breathe? Possibly even an argument that allowed him to join in the missions as backup?

Anything.

But there was always the possibility that Gojo would turn down rest, no matter how desperately he needed it. He was wearing himself dangerously thin, like a thread about to snap. All he needed was a little tug to break.

Break.

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Days later:

"Satoru- want to go get a drink? I just saw the workers leaving, I think they got the machines refilled."

When met with no reply, Geto turned back, only to see Gojo spacing out a distance away.

"Sa-to-ru. Satoru- are you there?"

He walks up to the other, waving an open palm in front of the bowed head.

Behind the sunglasses, Geto sees Gojo's eyelashes flutter open before a finger came up to push them back into position, covering his eyes from view.

"Ah- yeah I'm here. Sorry, what were you saying?"

There he went again, dozing off at every chance he got. Geto noticed that had started happening two days ago. In class, during training, while queuing for food, while standing. And now, even while walking.

"..hH'!! ..hAH'sHHiew!! hh'..heH'tchH!!"

And there was that too. Something was definitely wrong.

"Satoru- when's the last time you slept?"

"I was just sleeping, hahaha-! Didn't you see?"

"That's not-"

"Suguru, if you're going to chew me out for not resting again, I assure you, I'm perfhH'.. perfectly.. fhH'.. fine-"

Geto shot him a look that screamed "Really??", and Gojo would have seen it, if not for the fact he snapped to the side violently, bending over as his breath hitched desperately.

"..hh'-hIH-tcHH'iew!! ..hAH'zZchHiw!!"

"Sa-"

"Dhh'..Don't worry abou'uhH'- hhH'!! hiH'zZchh!! ..hAH'DzZsh'w!! ..a-about me."

With the way he was swaying at the moment, Geto was sure a light breeze could knock him over.

What more, with the way he was standing, slouched over, a passerby would never be able to tell that Gojo was the taller of the two.

Hence, while Geto wouldn't consider himself to be one who actively sought after physical contact with Gojo (that's a lie though), he couldn't help but inch closer to the other, putting a comforting arm around Gojo's waist.

Geto then stared at the top of Gojo's head. Did his hair always look this messy? Surely not. Satoru wasn't one who paid too much attention to appearances, but this was taking it to an extreme.

"You look like you're going to collapse. Seriously. Tell me what's wrong."

"..Maybe- maybe.." Gojo mumbled as a response to Geto's earlier statement. "..Maybe I'm not feeling as well I thought.. haha-"

Geto sighs. "Took you damn near long enough. Come on, let's head back to our dorm. The drinks can wait."

Gojo whined something incomprehensible before he reached out a shaky hand to grab the arm supporting him from behind. He tilted his head up at an angle to shoot Geto a playful yet tired smirk. "Wait.. ahhh- Suguru.. s-sorry- I think.. I think I'm gonna to pass out right now."

Of course. Of course he could still find the energy to fool around in such circumstances. It was one of Gojo's character traits that Geto never understood.

He had half a mind to ask the other to snap out of it. But upon further inspection, Geto watched as Gojo's pupil glazed over with a hazy, faraway look, before it shrunk, eyelids sliding shut as Gojo went slack in his arms.

Seriously. Jokes like these should really be saved for less dire situations.

"..Satoru.. come on, let's go back."

No response.

"..Oi- Satoru.. you can't be serious. Quit fucking with me.."

No response. It's fine. Gojo liked messing with him after all.

"..S-Satoru.. oi Satoru!"

"..Fuck."

"..Fuck Fuck FUCK-! You can't be serious-"

He wasn't joking.

Forgetting that he could always manipulate his curses to handle Gojo's weight, Geto slipped his free hand under Gojo's knees, hauling him into his arms, bridal style.

"..Asshole! You're such an asshole."

'Your asshole though, right?' Geto could hear Gojo's teasing voice in his head as he made his way quickly through the hallway, his pace bordering a sprint.

That's right. My asshole.

Geto placed Gojo gently on the freshly made bed. It was probably the first time in weeks he had laid there. A soft groan escaped Gojo's lips as his head made contact with the soft pillow.

Good. He wasn't dead yet.

However, a quick touch to his cheek made Geto question his previous thought. With a fever like that, how was he not dead?

Quickly grabbing a small towel, Geto soaked it with water from his bottle, wringing it onto the floor before he brought it to the other's forehead. The mess of water puddles could wait. He had more important things to tend to.

Geto carefully folded and set Gojo's sunglasses aside, gently brushing away the strands of hair covering his face. The wet cloth was then put on his forehead.

It's not much, but it should help.

Knowing Gojo, he probably didn't take any medicine since this started. Speaking of which, Geto made a mental note to ask when it did. Gojo had been busy with a mission for the past few days, so it probably meant he was working through whatever this was.

Probably a cold.

The sneezing earlier should have been an obvious indication, but the fever he was currently running sealed the deal.

Geto knew exhaustion would eventually catch up to him. To be completely honest, he had thought Gojo would give in earlier. He must have been holding out way pass his limits.

It was alright to be weak at times, even for the 'Strongest', a concept that Gojo never seemed to understand. Either that or he did, but chose to ignore it in place of his ego and the fact that he didn't want anyone else to get hurt in his place if the curses turned out to the stronger than reported.

Geto suspected the reason leaned more towards the latter. Gojo had always cared about others in his own way, whether he considered them weak or not. Although.. with the way he openly made fun of people around him, it would cause others to beg otherwise.

Geto knew him better than that.

A soft whine drew him back into the present. Geto turned to focus his attention on Gojo. Even in the dimly lit room, his brilliant blue eyes were hard to miss, hard to look away from, no matter how dulled they were from the haze of the fever.

"Suguru.. Suguru-"

"Shh. Rest. I'm here."

"..You carried me here?"

"Mm."

Gojo let out a laugh that looked like it took all his effort. "You're stronger than you look then."

"You're just lighter than you look."

The small exchange put Geto slightly more at ease. If Satoru could still make any conversation into a joke, he was fine. Well, it at least meant his brain wasn't fried yet.

A sharp, feathery inhale dragged Geto's attention back to the bed.

"..hih'tchh!! hh'..hah'tchiw!!"

"Bless you." God. Even his sneezes sounded tired, a complete difference from his normal, over exaggerated ones.

"snff'- ..thanks."

Gojo looked seconds away from passing out again, his fist closing around the soft blanket. Sighing, Geto stood up.

"Alright, that's enough of being awake for you. Go back to sleep, okay? Let yourself rest for once."

"Hah.. so reluctant to talk to me?"

Quite the opposite, actually, Geto wanted to say. Instead, he reached over to straighten the cloth. It had fallen over to cover one of Gojo's eyes, making him look a lot more endearing than Geto would ever care to admit.

"Of course not. I just have something I have to get done, so I'll be leaving for a bit."

Geto turned away right as Gojo's frame sunk into the mattress in disappointment. If he had seen it, there was no way Geto would have left his side for another good year.

"Mm, okay."

Geto was careful not to open the door too wide. It was early in the evening, and he wanted to let in as little light as possible. Satoru had always been sensitive after all.

Behind the closed door, Gojo turned to the side, snatching Geto's pillow into his chest, pulling it into a tight embrace. He was sure the other wouldn't mind.

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Getting pissed won't help anybody, Geto knew that, he really did. But with Gojo practically forced into bed-rest for at least half a week, he needed to raise some of his concerns to his teachers, at least.

He pulls the classroom door open.

"Sensei-"

"Ah, Suguru. Right on time. I've got a new mission file for you."

"Right. That's exactly what I've come to talk to you ab-"

"Satoru has been specially requested."

"..See that's-"

"But I've written in to specially request you to follow him."

"-exactly what I've been.. huh? What?"

The teacher gave him a knowing smile before sliding a file over the table. Of course. Always doing things in a roundabout way. He's seen that before.

"..Thank you."

He takes the file, quickly leaving the classroom afterwards, his legs taking him subconsciously back to where the dorms where as his hands occupied themselves with flipping through the documents.

Halfway through the mission file, Geto feels something slip out from between the pages. He leans forward to pick it up, a knowing smile flashing across his face.

A small packet of fever medicine.

Seems his teacher had the same idea, that Gojo would never go out of his way to get supplies, if at all, when he fell sick. Well, that saved him half the trouble.

And here came the other half.

When Geto returned to their dorm, he noticed the aura of Gojo's technique surrounding himself. It shocked him at first, but Geto figures that in his vulnerable state, Gojo's mind subconsciously casts infinity to keep him safe.

Though.. it could also have been a side effect from all the dangerous missions that they had put him through for the past month, such that his body was on heightened alert even during rest.

Well that's a first.

He hadn't really been around Gojo while he was sick before, especially not to the extent of passing out like that.

Surely this continuous usage of Infinity counted as over-exertion, evident from Gojo's slightly furrowed eyebrows despite him being asleep. His breathing was also choppier than usual, either due to the congestion or disturbed rest.

Surprisingly, Geto noticed that Infinity seemed to thin out as he approached the bed.

He remembers Gojo telling him, "Suguru- you know, I can totally tell apart your cursed energy from others!"

Was Satoru's body really recognising him and relaxing because of it? Guess that whole 'telling apart' thing wasn't a lie after all.

Geto reaches out a palm and presses it against Gojo's forehead. His hand easily passes through the barrier, making contact with the other. The damp cloth lay uselessly by the side of the pillow, having fulfilled its purpose.

Still warm, but cooler than before.

Gojo whines against the touch as he slowly stirs. "Suguruu- you're backk.."

"Mm." Geto hummed in reply, sitting himself by the edge of the bed. "Did you sleep well?"

"Ah.. not really."

The raw honesty catches Geto off-guard, especially compared to the previous few days, where Gojo would wave him off for being too worried, right up till the point he collapsed.

He supposes that upon admitting "I'm not feeling well", Gojo's walls simply crumbled, leaving him in Geto's care.

The mattress shifted as Gojo turned to the side, a wrist coming up to rub at his nose.

"S-Sorry.. I- hh' have t'hH-!! hih'tchh!! haH'zzchh!!"

He sniffles against his wrist, watching with teary eyes as Geto pulls out a small pack of travel tissues from the drawer before handing it to him.

"Th'hH-!! ..thank y-you.. hH'hihchH'iw!! hah'zzdchH!!"

He pulls out a piece, pressing it softly against his nose. Outside, the sun had barely start setting.

"..snff'.. Suguru- why are you here anyway? Don't you have better things to do?"

Better things to do than look after you? Unlikely. And your Infinity will just go up again once I leave. But of course Geto doesn't say that.

Instead, he raises the file in his hand. "Background information on a mission. I'll have to read it eventually anyway, I can do it here, I've got time."

"..A mission?"

"Yes. For the two of us, actually."

"Really?? I get to go with you this time?" Happiness seeped into his words, bringing an unconscious smile to Geto's face.

"Mm, but I doubt they'd let you go in this state."

Without even looking over, Geto swore he could hear the pout in Gojo's voice.

"Aw.. b-but I wna go with you."

"..Then get better. Quickly." Because I don't want to leave without you either. I'm never leaving you alone again if I can help it.

"Sigh- alright, alright.. I'll get some rest."

"Before that.." Geto suddenly remembered, rising to his feet to retrieve a mug. He should probably get Satoru to take the medicine as soon as possib-

Geto hears a crash behind him.

"SAtoru!"

On the floor, Gojo laughs softly at himself, hanging half off the bed.

"S-Sorry-"

"What were you doing?"

Gojo looked almost embarrassed. "Ah.. nothing, honestly.. I just.. I guess I just.. panicked when I saw you get up.. that's all. I thought you were going to leave again.."

Again? ..Oh, right. He had left for the classrooms earlier. Why didn't Satoru just say something before he did? Forget that. Why didn't he notice?

Geto quickly grabbed a mug, filling it with water before he returned to the bedside.

"I'm sorry."

"Hm? Ahh- it's okay, it's okay.. I was just saying silly things."

"No. Don't say that. It's okay to want company, to need company. That's why I'm here, right?"

"Mm, yeah."

"..Why do you sound so reluctant to admit it?"

Gojo shifted again, this time tilting his head away from Geto.

"..Suguru. Am I'm strong?"

"Mm, why the sudden question?"

"..Am I still considered strong if.. if something as simple as a cold can.. can.. hH'..hih'DzchH!! haH'tchHew!! ..snff'.. fuck. I can't even control those."

"I'd honestly be more surprised if you could." Geto replied, bringing the mug up to Gojo's lips. His voice sounded harsh, and the constant sneezes were not helping. "C'mon, look over here, you should drink something."

Gojo sighed, shifting the tissue away to drink from his mouth.

"Take these too."

"..Medicine? Where did you get those from?"

"Sensei."

"Ahh- damn. He really knows everything doesn't he?"

"Anyone on the outside could tell that you were wearing yourself thin, not just him. Shoko had her fair share of worries for you as well."

Gojo remained silent upon hearing that, seemingly very interested in the cup he was drinking from.

Geto felt his heart skip a beat. Had he said something wrong? Maybe he shouldn't have mentioned that fact it was obvious.

The silence lasted for a few moments, before Gojo inhaled sharply, turning to the side.

"..hH'-aH'zZchH!! hah-hH'tcHHiw!! hiH'dzZch'w!! hH'!!-..snff- hehh'tchhiw!"

Geto startled at the fit, though he quickly collected himself, eyes focusing on what appeared to be an extremely sorry Gojo.

In his hand was the empty mug, its contents having been spilled all over the blanket from the violent jerks, a side effect of the sneezing.

"..I'm s-orry.."

Geto paused in his actions of retrieving a cloth for the mess. Something was wrong. Satoru had a voice break? No matter how cute it was (god forbid he admit that), he had never heard the other say anything with such a broken tone before.

Forgetting the cloth, Geto quickly returned to Gojo's side, wrapping his arms around the shivering frame of Gojo's body, head resting above his.

Gojo froze in place, shocked at the sudden but welcomed contact. The mug in his hand slowly slipped off his fingers, falling onto the covers. A small whine escaped his lips yet again as Gojo's fingers repurposed themselves with grabbing gently at Geto's arm.

He found himself leaning into the warm embarce, turning his head slightly such that his cheek could rest against Geto's chest.

Gojo had longed for this for days. Days. Days. He could feel tears starting to form at the corner of his eyes. From the cold or from his overflowing emotions? He had no idea.

"Suguru. Come lie down with me, please?"

He didn't need to be asked twice.

Within seconds, Geto had climbed onto the bed, getting comfortable under the covers as he extended a hand to Gojo.

"Come. Leave that side. It's wet." An excuse to get Gojo into his arms.

Gojo crawled over to where Geto was waiting, instantly latching onto the other the moment he got close enough to do so.

As Geto's arms close around him once again, Gojo realised that he had never felt so.. so safe, so.. comforted, before. It was a new feeling, one he was afraid of yet welcomed.

He had only known Suguru for a year, but damn was the guy making him question his own feelings left right and center.

A hand found itself on the back of Gojo's head as he snuggled closer into Geto's chest, burying his nose into the folds of Geto's shirt.

Drowsiness slowly started to take over as Gojo felt like this was the first time in forever he was truly allowed to relax. Was it from the medicine? Or was it from Geto's steady heartbeat that was lulling him to sleep? In all honesty, it didn't matter.

Geto felt Gojo relax in his embrace. Once the stuffy soft snores started to slip into a rhythm, he tilted his head downwards, whispering in a low, soothing voice.

"Satoru, you've been too strong for too long. Let me take over, even if just for a little while."

That was the last thing said for the night, as Geto himself started to drift off into sleep, the sun setting behind him

Unknown to the other, Gojo's lips curled into a smile.

Really.. the things Suguru says when he thinks no one is listening. It was going to be the death of him one day.

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Finishing notes:

this fic actually stemmed from the phrase "what if Gojo's Infinity came up by itself when he's sick?" then it.. became.. this.. somehow..

decided to change their roles here ahhh- caretaker Getoo-

maybe i wrote Gojo a little out of character with the amount of clinging he did to Geto (also the whole DON'T LEAVE ME panic of a sick person in bed), but hey. i'm a strong advocate for clingy sick Gojo, sue me.

i also wanted to keep up the soft Gojo writing, soo i tried the whole "strong character falls weak to a cold" trope thing

BUT i also know for a FACT that i was NOT going to be satisfied if i just let Gojo go out like that, so i tried making his collapse scene exclusively *him*

by that i mean i tried making it slightly humorous. ahh well if it ended up not coming out like that.. it's still fine

also wanted to write a whole "Gojo pretending he's alright when he's not" fic, and was trying to capture the whole "once he admits he's not okay, everything comes crumbling down and he's a mess" thing

i feel like a lot more could have been written in this fic.. but the problem was i didn't know how to.. shshhdhshds im getting better i swear (abit more of this in the tags)

i hope the final scene read as soft as i was hoping it would. just picture Gojo sinking into Geto's hug, smooshing his face against Geto's chest, whining a whole bunch, breathing in his scent

..or maybe scratch the scent part, since Gojo's nose is a little congested//

anyway, hope it was a nice read and thankyou for stopping by!!

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[ozarkthedog]

happy (early) shared birthday, hun!! i hope it's an amazing one for you <3 and congrats on the milestone!! for your celebration:

👀 + fmkiss: tim rockford, javier peña, and dieter bravo~

ERIN OMG I LOVE HAVING A BIRTHDAY TWIN!!!!!!! This makes me so happy unlike the FMK you sent! (jk ilu)

Fuck: Tim Rockford - we will take turn wearing the holsters

Marry: Dieter Bravo - his chaos and my grounding energy would work wonders together i think (and hope)

Kiss: Javier Pena - i just wanna know what that mustache feels like!!!!

ozzie's 11k birthday sleepover

[sp00kymulderr]

Papi Pedro game 🧔🏽‍♂️ Joel or Pena? Dieter or Silvia? Maxwell or Mando? Now out of the 3, fuck marry and kill!

Oooh anon coming in with the fun questions. One if these was really easy for me, the others not so much so let’s see:

Choosing between Joel and Javi is horrible. They’re both soooo 🧎 but I’ve been in SUCH a Peña mood recently so

Dieter or Silva? Hmmm…Silva. Jk jk I would have to resign from the brainrot club if I did that. I am obviously choosing the man the myth the legend Dieter Bravo

Maxwell or Mando? This stumped me for a min ngl, I’m not really into either 🤷 but from a purely horny standpoint - Din. He was my gateway into the fandom back in the day so he gets his dues

FMK -

I am gonna fuck Javi because I deserve it and so does he.

Marrying Dieter my beloved because he’s my everything ❤️

Killing Din bc meh

[taegularities]

Just finished Entertainer, and I have to say bravo! It was amazing and reminded me of the movie ‘Promising Young Woman’ — have you seen it?

I read your clues of OC looking at her phone etc and I immediately knew she was planning something 🤭

I know we’re not meant to have sympathy for JK, and this is going to be a very unpopular opinion, but part of me feels bad for him.

He was upfront about his feelings for the friend and he made it clear he wasn’t into her and that he didn’t want anything serious— that part I don’t think was his fault at all. It was the friend’s fault for falling for the bad guy and thinking he would change for her.

Of course the video thing he did was wrong— although if I read correctly, it was consensual and the friend knew he was filming her, right? It’s a very blurred line tho since they were (both?) drunk, I think?

He was obviously young and dumb, and so was the friend who trusted him.

It’s weird, I sort of understand JK’s feelings which is why I feel bad for him? I think you just wrote his side of the story so well that I can understand why he doesn’t think he did totally wrong?

Anyway, I’m sure this fic will bring up serious topics and discussions!

I thoroughly enjoyed it!

heeey!! i haven't seen the movie, but i do love carey mulligan and a couple of ppl have mentioned it by now, so might as well watch it some day 😂

i wouldn't say you're not supposed to feel a certain way, exactly — i think one of the coolest things about fics is that they're able to elicit different opinions and reactions and i already knew somebody would feel about entertainer jk the way you do!

you're right, he didn't reciprocate her feelings and that's fine, that happens — but he did lead her on, spent time with her physically, filmed that video of her. it wasn't fully a consensual thing since she was def drunk and couldn't really judge the situation properly (might not even have noticed she was being filmed), by the time oc found her, she was still pretty out of her mind and intoxicated, so yeah :(

haha and i'm so glad i could write his thoughts well! ofc his shock is relatable bc who'd want all their effort ruined.. then again, for the rest, i kinda tried to glimpse into the brain of a lowkey sociopath and wondered how i could make him bad bad 😂 while simultaneously leaving room for y'all to discuss his and also oc's personality. tysm for reading <3

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Tengo a precisare una cosa evidente, talmente evidente che nessuno ci fa piu' caso.

Il bullismo si attua verso le persone piu' deboli, socialmente parlando, cioe' che sono diverse da tutti gli altri.

Non me ne frega niente se Piton è forte con la Magia Oscura, è debole in quanto la pensa diversamente dagli altri ed e' isolato. La sua unica opportunita' era diventare bravo in quello che è il suo forte.

Chi non capisce questo, non capisce nulla.

Non puoi bullizzare una persona carina. Perche' è bella, nessuno ti viene dietro, pensano che sei scemo. La bellezza è un canone estetico che porta al successo.

E non puoi bullizzare un ragazzo popolare, perche' non penseranno che lui è una metda, ma che tu sei invidioso. Infatti Remus, testuali parole, dice che Piton era invidioso perche' James era bravo a quidditch.

Se ti prendono di mira, non puoi reagire con la sfessa tecnica della calunnia e della sopraffazione. Perche' ai piu' sembrerai patetico. Quindi, letteralmente, Piton non poteva bullizzare i Malandrini.

Io non contesto Lily per essersi sposata con James. La discuto per il modo in cui lo ha fatto. Come se lei stesse dalla parte della bellezza e della popolarita'. Come se Piton fosse una vittima sacrificale per la propria deformita', fisica o morale.

Il che fa sembrare Lily come se avesse una patata al posto del cervello.

E critico chi non si rende conto di queste cose.

Non credo che Jk volesse valorizzare un bullo perche' attraente e famoso. Credo che bisogna imparare a separare quello che dicono e fanno i personaggi dal significato della storia.

Non si puo' dire di un personaggio: "era una stronsa anche lei". Prima di tutto, non e' elegante dal punto di vista stilistico. 😅 Bisogna farlo capire con azioni, discorsi, esempi. È normale che Piton si innamori della prima strega che incontra, la sola persona che lo tratta con gentilezza. Il che non vuol dire che Lily fosse perfetta.