#if you wanted the gist of me. there it is

[mymarifae]

please look at my cute bird. he is so cute and i am so happy. i missed him SO MUCH. this event was so fun

[art-by-jas]

Trapped Chapt. 2/? Tags: Fake/Pretend Dating, Kissing A/N: Sorry if this is short; I've restarted this at least three times trying to get it right, and I'm still unsure about it, but I do hope you enjoy this.

You sit on the couch, the soft cushions hugging your body as you focus on the screen. Your thumbs dance over the game controller, the clacking of buttons echoing in the room. You're playing a game with Eliot, a favorite pastime to unwind and take your mind off things.

Just as you dodge a particularly vicious attack in the game, Sophie strolls into your field of vision. She stands right in front of you, obstructing your view, and you let out an annoyed huff.

"Hey, I'm in the middle of something," you gripe, your eyes still glued to the screen as you attempt to see around her.

"Yeah, I can see that," she retorts, her hands on her hips as she smirks at you. "But you're going to need to put that down for a moment. We've got a new con, and you're going to be playing a role in it."

You let out a frustrated groan, finally pausing the game and setting the controller aside. You give Sophie a look, crossing your arms across your chest. "Alright, I'm listening," you say, your irritation only barely concealed. She began to explain the mission and how you would play a significant role in the mission.

Sophie's smirk morphs into a serious expression as she starts detailing the mission. "We've got intel on a gala being hosted by a very wealthy couple; they've been making quite a name for themselves in the underworld with their shady dealings. They're into everything from money laundering to black-market art smuggling."

You lean back into the couch, your eyes narrowing slightly. "Okay, so what's the plan?"

"The gala is in a few days. They're rumored to have a big deal going down that night, and we want to know all about it. Breanna is currently working on yours and Harry's security badges and backstories," she explains.

"Great, so we're crashing a fancy party," you reply, raising an eyebrow, glancing at El. "What's the angle?"

“You're going to pose as a high-end couple with Harry," she says. "We need to get close to the couple without raising suspicion. We've got you down as an art enthusiast with a keen interest in their collection. You've got a reputation for being able to spot fakes a mile away, which should give you a reason to be there."

"And what about Harry?" you ask, curiosity piqued.

"He'll be your date, a potential investor in their latest venture. You're looking to diversify your portfolio." She smiles slyly. "You two make quite the convincing couple."

"Right, so we just stroll in, mingle with the rich folks, and dig up some dirt on their shady dealings," you summarize.

Sophie nods. "That's the gist of it. Breanna will have the security badges and your cover identities ready soon. You and Harry will need to get into character and start acting like a convincing couple." She winks before turning and leaving the room, leaving you and Eliot.

Eliot glances over at you, a smirk on his face, and you can practically hear the teasing comment forming on his lips.

You narrow your eyes at him, already anticipating his teasing. "No. Just... don't."

Eliot feigns innocence. "Don't what?" he asks, trying to hide a smirk.

You roll your eyes. "I know that look. You're about to say something stupid."

He feigns offense. "Me? Say something stupid? I would never."

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You were going to kill Parker. You learned it was her who suggested that you and Harry go undercover as a high-end couple at a charity gala. It seemed like a routine assignment, but the thought of pretending to be a couple with Harry filled you with a strange mix of excitement and anxiety.

With a few days having passed, the gala is tomorrow, and you can feel the nerves overwhelming you.

As you're lost in thought, Harry approaches, his footsteps soft against the floor. He pauses beside you, clearing his throat to get your attention.

"Hey," he begins, his voice deep and steady. "Can I talk to you for a second?"

You turn to face him, your expression curious. "Sure," you say, your gaze flicking over his features. "What's on your mind?"

Harry runs a hand through his hair, a nervous gesture. "So, about the con," he starts, his gaze shifting briefly away from you before meeting yours again. "It requires us to act as a couple."

You take a deep breath. "Yeah," you reply. "It's all part of the job, right?"

"Right," Harry nods, looking into your eyes. "But, I don't want it to be weird. We're partners, and I don't want to mess that up."

You nod, trying to convince yourself of the same. "I know. We're just actors playing a role."

"Exactly," he says with a small smile. "But, I also know that sometimes lines can get blurred. If, at any point, you're not comfortable with something, just let me know, alright?"

You appreciate his concern, feeling a warmth spread through you. "I will," you promise. "And the same goes for you."

"Deal," Harry says, holding out his hand. You take it, giving it a firm shake. 

You tell Harry that it would probably be a good idea to practice being a couple and doing couple things to get used to the idea. Harry soon leads you to a secluded area, away from the prying eyes of the rest of the group.

"Alright, so we need to practice holding hands, kissing, all of that," you say, a hint of determination in your voice. Harry's gaze flickers with something you can't quite place, but he quickly composes himself and nods. 

"You're right. The more, the better," he agrees. "We have to make this seem completely natural and believable."

"Okay, let's start with holding hands, then," you say, extending your hand toward Harry. He glances at your open palm, hesitating for a moment before gently grasping it in his own. His fingers close around yours, his touch surprisingly gentle and warm. Harry's grip on your hand tightens slightly, his gaze fixed on your interlocked fingers. He's quiet, seemingly studying the way your hands fit together, the way your skin feels against his. 

You both remain standing there, holding hands in silence, the moment stretching on for what feels like an eternity. He doesn't let go of your hand, your thumb brushing gently over his knuckles in a subtle, almost unconscious gesture.

Harry clears his throat, the sound breaking the silence and snapping the both of you back to reality. "That...that felt natural," he says, his voice huskier than usual. You nod in agreement, a little too distracted by the feel of your intertwined fingers.

"Yeah," you manage to reply, your fingers giving his a gentle squeeze. "It did. But I guess that's a good thing for the con, right? We need to seem convincing."

Harry nods in agreement, his gaze still fixed on your joined hands. "Right. It needs to be believable," he replies, his grip on your hand tightening just a fraction. "We should probably practice some more. Just to be sure."

"Yeah...we should," he murmurs, his voice low and slightly rough. "For practice, of course."

Caught in a moment of impulse, you step forward, closing the small distance between you and Harry. With a surge of boldness, your fingers gently grip his chin, tilting his face towards yours. "For practice," you say quietly, before gently bringing your lips to his in a firm, confident gesture, your eyes fluttering closed.

At first, Harry is surprised, his body stiffening slightly, but as his mouth moves against yours, his initial shock fades away. One of his hands finds its way to the small of your back, pulling you closer, while the other rests gently on your hip.

As quickly as it began, the kiss ends. You draw back, and Harry gazes at you for a moment, his cheeks flushed and his eyes slightly darkened. He clears his throat, regaining his composure. "That...was pretty natural, too," he says.

You nod, still a little breathless, a strange mix of excitement and nerves swirling in your stomach. "Yeah," you reply, "definitely believable."

That's enough practicing for today." You say, smiling.

Harry clears his throat, still looking a little flushed but regaining his composure. "Right," he agrees. "We should…probably focus on preparing for the gala now."

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[peapod20001]

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[ultravioletbrit]

“share” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 376 words

James is just about to leave Regulus’ flat, but Regulus stops him just as he reaches the front door. “Wait. What’s in that bag?” Regulus asks when James picks up a duffle bag that Regulus hadn’t noticed sitting by the door.   

“Nothing.” James answers awkwardly as he tries, and fails, to hide the large duffel bag behind his back.

“James...?” Regulus says slowly as he walks over to him. Regulus takes the bag from James and gasps when he opens it. “My sweatshirts!” He yelps. “Why are you stealing all my sweatshirts?”

“Your sweatshirts?”

“Fine, our sweatshirts.” Regulus corrects himself and James raises an eyebrow. “They’re not our sweatshirts?” Regulus asks with a little pout. “We share them so doesn’t that make them ours?”  

James takes the bag from Regulus and puts it on the floor so he can wrap his arms around Regulus’ waist. “Sharing implies that we both get to wear them, love. You steal them, and I don’t see them again until I run out and I have to sneak in here and take them all back. Then we start the whole process over again.”

Regulus blinks at James a few times. “You…? But I…?” Regulus fumble the huffs. “How long have you been doing that?”  

“How long have we been dating?” James smiles sweetly.

Regulus gives James another small huff with a little pout but after a moment something flashes across Regulus’ eyes and he narrows them at James.

“Do you wear them when you take them back?” Regulus asks.

“Yeah…?”

“So, we both wear them. Doesn’t that imply that we share them?” Regulus asks with a little smirk.

“I… But you…” James fumbles his words then huffs. “I guess we share the sweatshirts.” He says with a resigned sigh.

“Our sweatshirts.” Regulus corrects him.

“Our sweatshirts.” James agrees with a fond eye roll. He leans in to give Regulus a quick kiss before he picks up the bag.     

“Wait.” Regulus puts his hand on James’ to stop him. “Can I just keep one of them?” He asks in a shy voice as his cheeks turn a lovely shade of pink. “I like to umm… sometimes I…”

James smiles and leans in for another kiss. “I always leave you the one you keep under your pillow.” James whispers.

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

My only one // I'm not the one

My smoking gun // Two graves, one gun

My eclipsed sun // A moment of warm sun

This has broken me down // Just how low did you think I'd go before I'd self-implode

My twisted knife // My spine split from carrying us up the hill

My sleepless night // My friends said it isn't right to be scared every day of a love affair

This has frozen my ground // Wet through my clothes, weary bones caught the chill

Stood on the cliff side screaming, "Give me a reason" // You say that I abandoned the ship, but I was going down with it

Your faithless love's the only hoax I believe in // You swore that you loved me, but where were the clues?

Don't want no other shade of blue but you // You sacrificed us to the gods of your bluest days

No other sadness in the world would do // How much sad did you think I had in me, how much tragedy?

My best laid plan // I didn't opt in to be your odd man out

Your sleight of hand // I founded the club she's heard great things about

My barren land // And I'm pissed off you let me give you all that youth for free

I am ash from your fire // I died on the altar waiting for the proof

You know I left a part of me back in New York // I left all I knew

You knew the hero died, so what's the movie for? // You left me at the house by the Heath

You knew it still hurts underneath my scars from when they pulled me apart // I'm just mad as hell cause I loved this place for so long

You knew the password, so I let you in the door // I stopped trying to make him laugh, stopped trying to drill the safe

You knew you won, so what's the point of keeping score? // My white knuckle dying grip holding tight to your quiet resentment

You knew it still hurts underneath my scars from when they pulled me apart, but what you did was just as dark // Every breath feels like rarest air when you're not sure if he wants to be there

Darling, this was just as hard as when they pulled me apart // Stitches undone

My only one // Pulled him in tighter each time he was drifting away

My kingdom come undone // I kept calm and carried the weight of the rift

My broken drum // I stopped CPR, after all it's no use

You have beaten my heart // The spirit was gone, we would never come to

[butterysalt]

Ahhh thoughts about Laios Touden who would love you regardless of who you were. Your species, your race, your gender, your sexuality, none of those things matter in his eyes. Because to him, what makes you so wonderful and easy to love is that you’re simply just you. And there’s no other combination like you.

I get especially sappy thinking about it if you’re a tallman, too. At first, it seems like Laios couldn’t care less about humans. He always talks about how boring he finds his own race in comparison to others but it’s all heavily influenced by his own experiences growing up and being ostracized and bullied by those around him.

But just think about what it’s like when he meets you, another tallman. Yes, you’re human, but when he realizes that you won’t treat him differently for the way he is, he sees you as so much more than that. So what if you’re a tallman? A little thing like that doesn’t matter to him.

It’s not just that you’re “different from other tallmen”… it’s because you’re you. And he’s him.

Nothing more than that.

In an odd unlikely twist of fate, it seems that this time, the mundanity of it all is what completely captured Laios’s heart.

Just… you.

[averlym]

"We are pleased to inform you that you have been awarded the Phaethon Prize...."

[poorlydrawnandroids]

…

Unfortunately they did not get burgers for Hank, but Connor at least learned a valuable lesson. I guess Nines suffers from Amelia Bedelia Syndrome.

———

Hi guys, this is actually a comic I drew and basically finished 11 months ago. And it’s been just about then since I’ve last really opened my iPad and did any drawing. There’s a ton of half-completed works on there and they’re pretty cute, so I’ll try to post them as I get the motivation. My therapist says posting to this blog will probably improve my mental health and he’s right but >:3c

So yeah! Let’s see what I can toss out this year, wooo!!

[screechingcheesecakecheesecake]

I think something that comes across Nakamura's works (I only read JrSihHc lol) is like highlighting how a mundane life spent with the right person bring's colors to ones' life.

Like, these characters don't really pull "I will quit my job for you!" etc etc and things like that. Usagi escapes his deadlines but still does his work and he DOES like his job too. Hiroki already warned Nowaki several times to not compromise on his job for their relationship especially since Nowaki is a pediatrician (I forgot if he's only an intern or already one).

Heck, SiH's whole premise is also work. Even Isaka despite being a menace in other's POV, is so busy that he rarely can spare time having a date.

However, because of that, they end up appreciating small things. Housework for Misaki is something natural to him, but when he cooks with Usagi, he enjoys it. Usagi keeps insisting eating dinner together even in a tough crunch time. (Heck, he literally wrote a children's book about Misaki's cooking)

Yukina enjoys cooking for Kisa and welcoming him home. Despite all his complaints, Hatori does all housework for Yoshino. Yokozawa's time with the Kirishimas. Things they usually do alone became special because they're doing it with the person special to them.

(Cue I don't really say "love" because love can also be painful and is pretty much the common theme for majority of JR couples is a failed first love then another love that truly makes them happy.)

So yeah, despite like almost all the casts being workaholics, their mundane life with their partners makes it livelier and in essence it's their quality time together. I just really enjoy that kind of theme of a mundane life being special because it's with someone you love.

[awsok]

to someone on the outside, peering in, it would've looked like there were four people in that booth. but I was there, and I can tell you: really, there were only three. core four | ao3 | youtube

[shocked-collar]

dude i swear to god, posting in ANY subreddit is nothing short of actual human torture. what do you MEAN my post has been flagged as spam because i didnt COMMENT ON MY OWN DAMN POST BEFORE PUBLISHING IT? WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN?

[its-no-biggie]

can anybody hear me

[mindmeld1000]

I think being on Tumblr and AO3 from a young age really skewed my perception of the world because every single hear me out cake entry I've seen has simply not been freaky enough.

I don't need to hear you out on Aladin, I want to talk to the guy who wants to fuck Cthulhu

[heartinhands]

i think what makes gojo such a fun character is how emotionally distant and unbothered he is because he doesnt base his personal sense of morals or values on anything in his vicinity. he has things he cares about and has a relatively good heart but hes also undeniably cutthroat and distant from his peers. he's aware that if he starts putting moral judgments on things he's strong enough that the world would inevitably start listening to him and bending to his suggestions without him even necessarily having to try and get people to listen. so he doesn't. tbh he's kind of like sonic lol

which makes his dichotomy with geto fun because of course suguru is very morally driven and makes value judgments on everything. gojo has seen firsthand how being "concerned with morals" can be bad.

on the topic of geto i dont think gojo regrets what happened to him. by which i mean that gojo misses geto but also that gojo sincerely believes he did everything he could have possibly done with the knowledge he had at the time and he thinks that geto's fall is partly his fault for not reaching out or trying to talk about it. he doesn't blame himself at all. perhaps a callous take, but satoru isn't someone who internalizes things like that. he regrets killing geto because he doesn't want to have to kill a friend but he doesn't regret that geto landed himself there and i don't think he beats himself up about it very long afterwards. there's no point in wondering why or where things could have gone differently.

which brings me to the next point: the future generations. he thinks the other partial fault falls on the adults for not keeping an eye out for suguru and trying to help him and this is i think why satoru wants to be a teacher; to be a trusted adult who has all the cards available to him to help his students pick the best paths they need in the moment without being bogged down by being "correct" or "good" or "right" which he saw destroy his peers in high school. he just does what he thinks is the best so people can better themselves every day and guide them down the path they feel is most appropriate

[aeolianblues]

I am not sure I like the conversations where we westernise every single thing, see every societal phenomenon from the lens of developed countries, and especially see everything through the perspective of Britain and America. Like when we talk about the concept of class divide. Yes it exists everywhere, but the needs, demands and challenges of every section of society differs across countries.

For example, I’ve often though about how the comparison of working classes across countries doesn’t make sense— does it make sense to compare the working class of a country impoverished by colonisation, one with all safety nets removed because of centuries of wealth, labour and brain drain? The idea of a social safety net has been a 70-year exercise in India following 250 years of colonisation. Anything that could be done to protect the working classes (using British definitions) is a victory that defies the logistics, budgets and circumstances of the country. The ‘dole’ is not a thing in this country. Never has been. The closest I can think of a scheme that temporarily helps educated people who have been laid off. It’s simply not a comparison that can be made to developed countries, for how much money the country itself has, and for population and the accompanying logistical/admin that it would take. Herculean task.

There’s also a social and cultural aspect to it. Society doesn’t fall into easy, neat separations of ‘poor, working class’ and ‘rich, upper class’. Caste is a terrible muddying factor in Indian society, something that is still an ongoing fight for rights and equal treatment. All the money in the world could mean nothing if you’re from a ‘lower’ caste. You’d have to read up on it to know about it, there’s no real equivalent for it that I could use to explain it in western terms.

And that’s talking about the working class alone… who are the middle class? The Indian middle class are certainly not the British middle class. The British middle class would only rival the top 5% of India— the ‘crorepatis’. What you’d call millionaires in your mathematical system. The Indian equivalent of the British middle/upper middle class? Those are Indians that have second and third homes outside of India :) no one that lives and works here. Possibly long-time celebrities, who also don’t really live here. Like I said, different systems. Essentially, the Indian equivalent of the British middle class is… the British middle class. That’ll be middle class British Indians for you. So middle class Brits.

The upper class… I don’t even know enough about the lives of the proper rich beyond their charitable PR ventures. There are a number of billionaires and such here too. It is true here as well that their numbers have grown while the workers of the country have languished. The pandemic made it more precarious for everyone, and that hasn’t quite shown signs of recovering. The rich have got richer and everyone else is hung out to dry. Surprisingly, the only economic class that may have a true equivalent around the world is the rich that fuck us all over. Should’ve seen that coming?

[heartsouls]

no plz tell me all your thoughts about the gregory hate so I can reblog it💀

OHHH boy this is gonna be a long one buckle up

Ever since Gregory was first announced I believe most of the fandom have interpreted him as this frail child who was always on the verge of tears and needed G.Freddy’s protection (think C.C 2.0), but once the game came out most ppl were shocked to see this kid actually has a lot of bite to him and kicked ass (ppl’s first reactions to him destroying the animatronics still make me laugh).

This was MY first introduction to him, so I wasn’t completely taken aback but still pleasantly surprised. Most if not all his actions made sense or at least made sense for a 10yr boy to think/act. Giant robots coming after me with the intention to kill (and insulting me for no damn reason)? Yeah I’d probably add an extra kick in there for good measure. Then came the first repair scene, when Vanessa revealed the high possibility of Gregory being an homeless orphan everything just clicked into place for me.

OF COURSE that’s why Gregory was so aggressive, he had to learn how to fight on his own to survive he’d probably had to face even worse than this! He wasn’t going to let that all go to waste bc some weird murderous rabbit lady wanted to drag him into her plans. It explains why he brushed off G.Freddy’s worries about him bc he’s used to have to just keep moving and bare thru pain, especially in an environment where that’s really the ONLY thing you can do. It’s why he’s so blunt and can come off as rude bc he was most likely never taught how to behave “correctly” bc really who has the time?

He was just using all the knowledge he learned on how to survive from a cruel and harsh environment for another. But this time he has an ally for once, an adult (father) figure who actually cares about his wellbeing, it’s no wonder why he became so attached (but struggles to show it bc he’s not used to it). And through all that easily irritable aggression, there are moments to remind us he’s still a kid.

A useless fridge magnet? Yeah that is pretty lame man.

Now imagine my shock when I see others hating on him and calling him a villain. “How could he KILL the poor animatronics? He was so mean, he’s the true monster!” Wh- DID WE WATCH THE SAME GAME? You mean the same animatronics that says he doesn’t have anyone to care about him? Yeah real sweethearts they are. Gregory isn’t a damn monster, he’s a survivor! He’s doing what he only knows best, IT’S TO SURVIVE!

“How could he be so mean to G.Freddy??? Those are his friends! He made Freddy feel bad!” Trust me when I say that Gregory cares about G.Freddy ALOT, did you see his reactions whenever G.Freddy got hurt??? That’s his father thank you very much!

“How could he have killed Vanny in that one ending?! He’s the real villain!” …Do I even need to explain this one?

And ohhhhhh don’t get me started on the awful “bratty gremlin devil” Gregory HCs. Now this isn’t to say that Gregory can’t be a gremlin or whatever. He can be, he is a bit cheeky, but then some started to intensify it and made it his entire personality. No, Gregory wasn’t just itching to rip Roxy’s eyes out or do the next batshit insane thing, he noticed the other upgrades and put two and two together (It gets more weird and slightly disrespectful when they add in the homeless thing as if that automatically makes someone act “feral”….tiktok.)

And then we have the complete opposite where some portray him as what I mentioned in the first paragraph. The poor helpless child who cant handle anything by himself…even though that’s complete bullshit (he’s also usually portrayed to be obnoxiously sweet for some reason). I don’t think many ppl realize how often were not in G.Freddy during SB, and Gregory is described to be quick on his feet and wits (plus his tools) and he doing damn well by himself! [Obviously this isnt to say that he didnt need G.Freddy’s help and protection, ofc he did, he just didnt need to RELY on it like some ppl make it seem he did].

(I know we went a bit off-topic for the last two paragraphs, trust me it connects)

All of this comes down to simply that some just can’t accept the fact that Gregory isn’t their perfect victim. He doesn’t crumble to the floor and beg for G.Freddy to help him up like they want him too. He’s not shy and sheepishly asking for help like they think he’s supposed to. And when they realize that part they try to push him into the other far end where he’s crazy, cold, and cruel. But he’s not. He cares, and he cares deeply. He’s still a little boy, he cried and tried to cover his face when he saw Vanny die. He should be leaping in victory, he killed his killer after all right? But he didn’t, bc despite everything she was still a human being, and he was so scared.

He has complex trauma (duh), he’s not this way or that way, and I get it. It’s hard to write or draw that kind of trauma for Gregory, especially when SB didn’t really give us much. But the way ppl act as if that’s what he actually is is soooooo frustrating. In my opinion the fact that his trauma is so complex and the fact he’s not your typical written victim is what makes him so interesting! And I feel like a lot ppl were slowly getting around to it…

Until GGY and Ruin happened and the hate came back so much worse, Welcome to the real Freddy Hell.