#hot guy kin

[kinhelp-permitoffice]

Hotguy moodboard for anon! Art by Kitsuneisi

[sunforgrace]

you guys please understand they were going to say “CASTIEL’S PERSONAL HEAVEN” and paper the walls like a teen girls room with pictures of dean pictures of dean’s face PLASTERED onto the bodies of beefcakes all while cheek to cheek blares out. as brought to you by fucking metatron

[malicious-devourer]

we should write poetry about the Otherkin Experience™ and make a big book with all of it

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

You like a character a little too much and then all of a sudden you're in a college welding course

[labyrinthhofmymind]

i’m convinced i’m a remus and james kinnie purely cause i would also fold for the black brothers and act like a complete idiot whilst doing so. but then also i kin the black brothers cause i’m deeply in love with james and remus and would want to jump them if i got the chance????

i’m a firm believer in the fact that everyone at hogwarts had a crush on remus at some point

although i am a lesbian so that’s something to consider

WAIT MAYBE IM LILY EVANS????????

[acetheta]

if u ever need to laugh just be in the matt smith community as a raging lesbian

[cool-lilfella]

why the FREAK am i awake???? i should be HIBERNATING rn

[officialtokyosan]

G6 Red admires Michigan the way a kid wants to be an astronaut when he grows up. V.VIII Pater admires Snail the way he wants to eat his corpse and replace him whole.

[yeaitz-egg]

miku in a frying pan

[the-acid-pear]

Also i need to say it bc i did post that foxy art yesterday but i am not yiffing that fox he's just my bestie in arms. I only fuck rabbits

[brian-the-dog-griffin]

So. I watched the new episode this morning and it was fine. I feel like not much really happened in it. Like, was there even a B plot? Maybe I’m just jealous because I was barely in it. I don’t know, it just kind of felt like a nothingburger of an episode. Next week’s one will be better, though

[trannydean-moved]

not to be silly but that one bit in moon rising when moon and darkstalker are talking about qibli and how he thinks of himself as an awful individual, and moon is like "he's one of the best people i've ever seen, why does he think he's awful?" and darkstalker is like "the best people are the most insecure, they don't know they're the best so they think they're the worst" yeah i felt that

[travalerray]

honestly a lot of things about a lot of characters in Ranpo Kitan makes sense when you think about the fact that they are basically teenagers

[fugaciousgloom]

I can’t talk rn, I’m doing hot guy shit.

[zapsoda]

"me, i know im a freak. and sooner or later everybodys gonna leave me"

skin is so fucking good PEAK supernatural 10/10 episode (for supernatural standards). not as good as i remembered it being though and fuck i hate how they alluded to all this shit with mr shapeshifter and then went NOWHERE with it because dean just shot him to death in the end. hes such an interesting monster of the week for the show god!!! best character i miss him so much. i know that in all the 14 other seasons i havent watched there is the slimmest chance that they might have brought him back but i feel in my heart of hearts that if i invested myself in that fantasy i would get my hopes up. hes not coming back.

[pseudowho]

Yuuji's hand hovered over the receiver, paralysed. His universe zeroed in on the little plastic bubble around him, and the payphone, with the chatter, ringing, beeping and bustling of the Police Station behind him. The cuffs chafed on his wrist. He thought and thought, reaching for the receiver again, before freezing.

The police officer behind Yuuji tapped his foot. "Get on with it, kid." Yuuji shrunk in on himself, smaller than ever.

"Uhh...I'm really sorry. I don't think I'm ready for my first call yet. Can I have a bit longer?"

A huff from the officer. Yuuji's wrists clanked as he was grabbed by the upper arm, a heavy clang as he was pressed back into the cell, locked in. There was a drunk on the perpendicular bench. Some big guy with a kill you stare, the other side.

Yuuji tried not to cry as he hunched down towards his knees.

He had never felt so orphaned, as he did in this moment.

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Kento hummed to himself, outwardly upbeat, and happy to be so in the absence of observers. He grabbed his travel mug from the desk; his paperwork was completed. He was advised he wouldn't be needed for the rest of the day, so why don't you just head off early? We'll just call you if we need you.

Words like syrup. Kento's metaphorical sweet shop. He lapped it up. He dropped you a text; home soon. I'll make dinner.

Making himself a fresh coffee, Kento felt his pocket buzzing. His humming stopped at the Unknown Number on screen, eyebrows pinching together. He answered, stirring his coffee.

"Nanami Kento speaking."

Initial silence. An awkward rustle. Kento waited.

"...Nanamin. I'm sorry, I...I didn't know who else to call. I'm in trouble." Kento turned his back on his coffee, pacing in front of his desk, a prickle of fear up his spine.

"Itadori-kun. Where are you?"

"I'm...I'm downtown. I was arrested. I was only trying to help--"

"I'll be right there. Don't say anything. You're safe. I'll be straight there."

Kento put the phone down, concern clipping his movements. He looked down at his phone, thinking. He tapped out two more text messages, grabbed his travel mug, and headed out to his car in long, purposeful strides.

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By the time Kento arrived, guided into the station by a receptionist, he scowled to see Yuuji being interrogated at a desk by an officer.

"I swear, I was just checkin' the place out, just--just bein' stupid, I didn't mean--"

"--didn't think the "No Entry" signs were for you, huh? What was the plan, go in and wreck the place? Damn kids--"

"Excuse me for interrupting. I don't believe you're supposed to be interviewing minors without a chaperone."

The police officer stopped, bristling as he looked up at Kento, looming down over him. Kento silenced Yuuji with a heavy hand on the shoulder. A travel mug of hot coffee was gently pressed into Yuuji's hands.

"Don't answer him, Yuuji. We're waiting for your lawyer."

Yuuji looked so small and tired, folded over on himself, that Kento felt a prickle of cold rage frost through him at Yuuji's treatment.

Kento's eyes flicked across the desk. He noted paperwork, with Yuuji's name. He noticed the 'Next of Kin' section...empty. Kento's stomach clenched, and his grip on Yuuji's shoulder tightened almost imperceptibly. The police officer shivered under a chilly gaze.

"Nanamin...I'm sorry--"

"I'm sure you have nothing to be sorry for. This man, however--" the officer's blood ran cold when Kento's eyes swung to him again, "--should know better than to bully a child."

A rustle and a clatter sounded behind Kento and Yuuji. Yuuji heard a deep voice, apologising for knocking something off a desk, before another hand landed on his other shoulder. Yuuji gaped up.

"...Higuruma?" Hiromi glanced down, coal-soft eyes belying a little smile. The police officer sputtered into his coffee, looking frantically between the two men, now.

"Higuruma? Shit. I don't get paid enough for this."

"I assume you're charging my client with something." Hiromi sat, crossing his legs, hands clasped on his lap.

"He broke into an abandoned hospital--"

"Was it locked?"

"...ahhh..."

"Did he cause any damage?" Total silence. Hiromi cleared his throat.

"Did my client come with you willingly?" The police officer's face twisted, bitter and snide.

Hiromi blinked once, slowly. "I see. So, simple trespass really? With a minor, first offence? A caution at most, really, isn't it."

Yuuji looked over to Kento, who was busy scribbling something on Yuuji's paperwork, while Hiromi ground the police officer into the dirt on the other side of him.

"I assume you felt something inside the hospital. You weren't investigating just for fun?" A stern gaze through tinted lens.

"No, I...I think there's a Curse in there. Didn't get to it before I ran into the cops."

A hum. "Ah. I'll get Ijichi onto it." Yuuji nodded, his eyes prickling with tears. Kento's hand tightened on his shoulder, grounding him, a flood of warmth down through his body.

"How long were you here for? Before you decided to call me."

"Uh...four or five hours." A pregnant pause from Kento. A sigh, Kento's voice softening.

"You can always call me, Yuuji." Kento stood, straightening his cuffs. "You'll come home with me for dinner. You're hungry." Yuuji's belly rumbled in response. Kento's lips almost quirked at Yuuji's sunny grin, reminded of another boy he once knew.

In due time, Yuuji was released with a caution. Hiromi clapped him on the shoulder with a lopsided smile, giving Yuuji's jaw a pat, before leaving for home. Yuuji stood, glancing at his paperwork on the desk.

In the previously empty "Next of Kin" section, in neat block capitals, with a phone number and address, was listed: NANAMI KENTO.