#i just want to squeeze them both

[moltage]

i just realised how eloquent you and mad are about prophet and then you have the two of us yelling 'MIK!' like we just discovered fire or something lmao

i fell of my fuckign CHAIR laughing at this 😭 IT'S SO TRUE HELP ME... it can't be helped.. mik brainrot too strong on the mind. also love u guys JSHSSJDHE @madhare0512 @mickrxwson <33

[justanotherxreaderhoe]

cuuuteee~~

Nanami Kento was not a father; not strictly speaking. Not technically speaking. Not metaphorically speaking. The absence of paternity, however, did nothing to eschew him of the shackles he wore with pride, wearing them as a mantle; a medal of honour.

For one with such a black hole in his life, Itadori Yuuji would not notice Kento's absence unless something took Kento away from him, so natural was it that the void was filled.

Nanami Kento's priorities altered so dramatically, with such quiet consideration, that he had no real words to explain his situation to you when he first took you out for dinner. Or, when he took you out to the beach. Or, when you took him to that art gallery. Or, when you came over to his, tumbling through the door into stumbling kisses, all hands and groans and desperation.

For Nanami Kento was not a father. He ensured that his relationship with Yuuji did not overlap with his relationship with you, fearful that you would reject the burden of not-parenthood.

Kento was so introspective in his attempts to hide his not-parenthood, that he failed to see how blatantly-fucking-obvious he was. As if you wouldn't notice that dinner was always made for three, with a portion put aside or frozen for a hungry visitor. As if you wouldn't notice that Kento browsed the teenage boy sections in clothes stores, making note of what he would come back for later. As if you had not seen Kento listed as "I.C.E." on Yuuji's phone screen at school one day.

As if you were not a mother. As if you were not fully prepared to be.

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Kento was stalking through the belly of the beast when he spotted two missed calls; one from Yuuji, and one from Shoko. His heart leapt into his mouth, his blade hanging dumbly by his side as he cursed internally at his lack of signal. Torn by conflicting responsibilities, he focused on the task at hand, but as a noticeably sloppier Sorcerer when worry gnawed at the bones of him.

An hour later, finally free, he jogged to his car, panting. He slipped into his seat, and called Yuuji-- no answer. He called Shoko-- no answer. He swore again, hurrying to start the car...and his phone buzzed.

He looked at the screen, and opened a message from you. He sat, staring at it, a cold trickle of worry down his spine. A photo; of Yuuji's characteristic shoes, beside your own, with the caption:

Picked up a wounded stray. He looks hungry. We'll be at yours soon!

Kento churned through emotions, trying to read your tone on the screen. Angry? Cheerful? Exasperated? Would you want to talk about his deceit later? Technically he hadn't lied. Or, he had. A lie by omission perhaps? She's angry. She's disappointed at least. Is that worse? That's worse.

Kento stewed, the whole drive home.

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Kento continued to stew, when he arrived home to an empty house. He paced, and sat, and paced, and sat. He cursed himself for not maintaining tighter boundaries between Nanami-Kento-the-Boyfriend and Nanami-Kento-the-Not-Father. So deep was he in his self-flagellation, he jolted to hear the door open, and two familiar peals of laughter rolling through.

"--Ieiri-san told me I should have waited for Ino to arrive, but I just had to do something, y'know--"

"--not jump through a damn window, Yuuji, that's excessive--"

"--not stupid if it worked though--"

"--as your Not-Mother, I cannot condone this."

Kento stood, watching the scene unfold in wonder. You and Yuuji, bantering. You reaching for the grocery bags, and Yuuji insisting he carry them instead. You directing Yuuji to the bag with the snacks. Yuuji totally bypassing Kento, jogging past him to the kitchen.

As if this was his home. As if Kento was his home. As if you were his home.

Kento was still stunned into silence when you leaned up and pressed a quick kiss to his lips.

"Hey! Sorry we're late. Yuuji was hurt on a mission, so I picked him up, but I wanted to get ice cream, and I noticed we didn't have enough in for dinner for three, and--"

Your words cut off with a muffled "mmf!" as Kento leaned down, pulling you in by the back of the neck, and small of your back, silencing you with a kiss which tasted of all the gratitude for which he had no words. By the time he'd released your lips, his forehead pressed to yours, you felt the air rush back to the vacuum he'd left behind.

"...Kento, are you oka--"

"I love you."

The air rushed straight back out of you, leaving you light and giddy. Your lips puckered, threatening tears, so long had you been wondering if he'd ever confess the depths of his feelings.

"...you love me?"

"I love you. I love you. I absolutely love you. And I'm sorry I didn't--..."

"...didn't think I'd be happy with you looking after a boy with no parents, who needs some?"

You let your question hang, so Kento could soak in how much of a fool he'd been. He sighed, tense and looking over at Yuuji rustling through grocery bags in the kitchen.

"...I didn't want to assume that you'd accept it."

"Would you choose someone like that, though?" Kento looked unsure, and you clarified. "I mean, would you choose someone who felt jealous of you looking after an orphaned child?"

Kento's gears turned. "...no."

You smiled up at him, cupping his cheek in your palm. "Exactly. So, like I was saying...I put fresh sheets in his room. I'll go and make dinner. Yuuji will pick a movie. And you should have a word with him about jumping through plate glass windows to get to a Curse faster."

At that, Kento's head snapped up, fixing Yuuji with a frown that had Yuuji dropping bags of snacks on the floor.

"Yuuji."

"Shit, I'm sorry Nanamin, I--"

"Language."

"Shit, I'm sorry Nanami-san, I--"

You headed to the kitchen, pulling on an apron and stifling laughter at the Not-Father and Not-Son bickering in your wake.

[laurrelise]

beautiful gorgeous stunning women of the umbrella academy save me SAVE ME

[naggingatlas]

'thats not his role in the story!' hm i wonder what the point of it is then. hm i wonder what the dead pixel scene means. hm i wonder what wrong organ are trying to say with the context of 'awesome male friendship' and 'corporate hell where the only woman onboard is constantly under ridicule, abused or forcibly forgotten yet is the catalyst' if not this. hm i wonder how curly's physical agony being a direct parallel to anya's mental agony, stripped of voice, agency, just like her, and being forced to watch what happens while not doing jack shit, just like he used to, plays a part in this. i wonder what the moral of him being the final girl says about living with the consequences of your inaction, because of sentimentality, because of status, career and social. hm i wonder whatever the fuck this game was trying to say. hm i wonder what else is on this person's blog Oh Lord there's yaoi penice.

[secretlythatsme]

*tw death*

actually,,, thinking of demon brothers au where danny is born first but dies during the birth,,, he was alive long enough for the pits to bring him back but ra's decided the death itself was a sign that danny was weak and wouldn't be fit as the heir so they plan to just get rid of him. something/someone interferes and Somehow baby danny finds his way to amity where the fentons adopt him. But twist is that talia doesn't know danny was rescued and raises damian fully believing that her first son was dead. talia doesn't need another reason to be overprotective of damian, but this Would be another reason.

she finds out somehow after damian is with bruce and she specifically goes to them for help so Boom now there's a big search for danny. i think it'd be better if danny's real/first name wasn't daniel/danyal so it's a Tad harder for them to find him. i feel like this au would also work well with the amity blocked off from world trope too

anyway, i feel like this would be a fun au to explore danny being half ghost in! like maybe him being a halfie is directly related to going into the pits so young or him dying before he got to Live. idk,,, so many interesting routes an au like this could go

[weirdbabs]

babe come over, we can watch 12 random episodes of the x files season 1

on vhs

[hella1975]

you ever have a fic get you in such a chokehold you start pacing your room and talking to yourself

[rapidhighway]

I can't do thissss

[joshhere911]

I keep thinking about saiki and nendo in the light novels especially where saiki is stuck in the dream scenario and coincidentally i keep crying

crazy right ?

[releaseholiday]

"#I have a lot of thoughts on how unhealthy their relationship with their job is" please share

[omgchloe]

happy 1st birthday to the absolute loves of my life ❤️

[helianskies]

some piercing hcs for toni, port and arthur

cumulative ear piercings

piercings they still wear (as of 2000s)

piercings gained before/after 1900

[im-no-jedi]

the way I'm legit tempted to abandon all my current art projects so I can draw self-indulgent things with me and my angsty boys...

[indecisive-dizzy]

GOD HOWDY ANGST HITS ME SO HARD IT MAKES ME SOB UNCONTROLLABLY

I imagine once Howdy makes it to Eddie’s family’s place, he’s immediately accepted and they help him move into the guest bedroom

Howdy keeps up a calm act for most of the day, but later at night Eddie asks him if he’s actually okay and I think he just starts crying and pouring everything out

He tells Eddie about everything, about how he left, how he quit his part time job and bought a bus ticket in the middle of the night, how his little sister caught him packing but helped him leave even if it hurt her, and about how he has no idea what to do now

Eddie comforts him and starts crying too because strong emotions make him cry, they just cry and hug together

Eddie gets to understand Howdy, they’re best friends and he cares for him with all his heart

All this against is gonna make me cry fr /hj

hhhhhhh yeah I feel like Howdy would hold it in and try to bottle it up, maybe it's something he's used to?

Eddie sees this, sees Howdy being a tad quiet and something just feels off

Howdy's breakdown was probably a good turning point to their friendship. They're already best friends but that night added a new level. They're just,, closer now. idk how to explain it.

They cry together and end up falling asleep in Howdy's new room, Eddie's just trapped in all four arms but he doesn't mind.

Eddie's mom finds them in the morning and is glad she raised her boy right, and that Howdy has someone like Eddie.

If I keep going I'll end up rambling about Eddie haha-

but oof the angst,,, srry I had to slide in some comfort at the end to feel better /hj

[anachronistic-falsehood]

thinking about tristamp livio always and forever. babygirl you are haunted by horrors beyond my comprehension <3 can we kiss

[steelycunt]

Ridi, oh sweetest Ridi, I finished it.

When S said those three words, I couldn’t imagine R’s heart rate in that moment.

By the by, I had to annotate every book and every album you mentioned in this work. How do you choose what books R likes best or would read?

(And yes! Ridi actually means laugh! in Italian. It’s like an imperative form. If you put Sor in front of it - SORRIDI - it means smile!)

hi omg!! thank you so much bab im so glad you liked it!! :-) also ridi...sorridi...gorgeous i LOVE that omg xx

for choosing r's books--i may have missed one here but i think the three i mention are middlemarch, a single man and crash! some of these were for more specific reasons than others--middlemarch by george eliot was picked because the line from the title the son and heir of nothing in particular, from the smiths' song how soon is now, is a reference to a line in middlemarch: “to be born the son of a middlemarch manufacturer, and inevitable heir to nothing in particular." so while that one wasnt necessarily picked for its relation to what i imagine r's tastes to be, i threw it in for a fun little reference :-) jg ballard's crash is just a pretty insane (and controversial at its time) book i feel like r would pick out of curiosity even if he doesnt end up enjoying it, and isherwood's a single man is pretty sad book about a gay man dealing with the grief of losing his partner which. well r doesnt know much about that yet but he will innit xx anyway i did not mean to ramble sorry!! but thank you for your sweet ask :-) mwah!!