#this is one of the first photos that I saved

[lemurchick]

Today russian government banned "childfree propaganda" with the law fining non-complying citizens up to equivalent of 4k dollars and non-complying organizations up to 51k dollars.

This law prohibits any public (for now; soon it could be used even for DMs) statements where childless life seen as a better or even equal lifestyle to having children. It forbids saying that it's okay for women to have abortions. It bans any advices to not have children if women don't have enough space, money, health (!) or any other reasons (like going-on war hello?) except when you're talking about monkhood celibate.

This is in line with Putin's signed order "to save and protect traditional values" which already led to banning any mention of LGBT people and had people arrested and sentenced just for organising private gay events or heavily fined for posting a photo of you with your same-sex partner holding hands or screenshot of tv characters kissing. Two female police officers friends were fired because they left messsages under each other photos "showing simpathy" (not even flirting).

And now this. Of course it's not going to affect men who proudly say online how women with children are second sort or calling mothers protecting their children crazy "butI'mAMother"s (popular derogatory term), or advocate to cancel child support, or doing anything else that actually turning women away from considering motherhood. It's going to affect feminists first and foremost because it is us who relentlessly advocate how marrying men and having children in this society is a trap.

And they plan to ban feminism next (they were tryng to do this for years at this point) and also... eh... egoistical lifestyle propaganda whatever this means.

Crazy times but I think we will prevail. Soviet feminists refused to keep silent and were called dissidents and extradited. For now not one feminist channel, podcast, page or community I know is planning to close.

[soberscientistlife]

Abolitionist Frederick Douglass was the most photographed American of the 19th century. He never smiled in a single photo to counter the notion of a happy slave. Born in 1817 in Maryland, Douglass was enslaved from birth. At age 12, he learned the alphabet from the slaveholder's wife; however, his lessons were soon discontinued under the belief that it would foster a desire for freedom. But it was already too late. Douglass continued to learn from white children and others in his neighborhood. He began to read newspapers and devoured any books he could get his hands on. Soon, he began teaching others how to read and write. More than 40 people would attend his secret lessons until it was broken up by an angry white mob. At age 16, Douglass was made to work for a brutal slave master by the name of Edward Covey, who was known as a "slave-breaker." He whipped Douglass so regularly that his wounds didn't have time to heal. The beatings were so severe that they broke his body, soul, and spirit. One day, Douglass could not take it anymore and fought back and won. Covey could have had Douglass killed, but he didn't want to risk his reputation. He never tried to beat him again. In 1838, after several failed attempts, Douglass managed to escape slavery by boarding a north-bound train and taking it all the way to New York City. A year prior to his escape, he had met a woman named Anna Murray, who was a free black woman living in Baltimore. He fell in love with her, and she, in turn, helped him escape by providing him with a sailor's uniform, part of her savings to pay for travel expenses, identification papers, and protection papers. Douglass later wrote about seeing New York City for the first time: "A new world had opened upon me. If life is more than breath, and the 'quick round of blood,' I lived more in one day than in a year of my slave life. I felt as one might feel upon escape from a den of hungry lions." Moral: Never give up in Life.

[gxr25256]

Encounter with Bumblebee - Miniformers (4)

🌵 I have so many ideas for this series.

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The next morning, the night’s events felt almost surreal. Yet, the photo on your phone, blurry as it was, confirmed it hadn’t been a dream. There really was something—or rather, someone—small and mechanical roaming your house, leaving those strange gears and pieces behind.

All day at work, you couldn’t stop thinking about the little robot you’d glimpsed. The image of his glowing blue eyes, sparking a mixture of excitement and nerves. Who—or what—was this little robot? Why was it here? And more importantly, what did it want?

That evening, you returned home, feeling a strange blend of excitement and nervousness. You kept glancing at the pile of metal pieces on the coffee table, half-expecting your visitor to reappear. You set your things down, then sat on the couch, feeling almost like a kid waiting for a secret friend to show up. The house was silent save for the occasional hum of the refrigerator and the distant rumble of traffic outside.

You sit behind the sofa, barely moving as you waited, keeping your eyes on the coffee table. It wasn’t long before you heard that familiar, faint whirring noise, accompanied by the sound of tiny footsteps against the floor.

You stayed perfectly still, your eyes fixed on the coffee table. Slowly, a small yellow figure emerged from the shadows, barely visible under the dim light. Your heart skipped a beat as you recognized it—this was your visitor from the night before.

He was hesitant at first, moving slowly, as if testing to see if it was safe. But as he approached the table, in the clearer light, you could see him in full detail.

He was about six inches tall, his body painted a bright yellow with black accents. His design was compact, with limbs that looked surprisingly sturdy yet delicate, like the inner workings of a watch. His blue optics glowed softly, casting a gentle light as he examined a battery he had in his hand, tapping it here and there as if trying to coax it into working.

For a moment, you just watched him, taking in the fascinating sight of this miniature, sentient robot in your living room. He seemed so focused, in fact, that he didn’t notice you watching him. You held your breath, barely daring to move. He looked so...curious, almost endearing, as he fiddled with the battery, examining it from every angle.

Then, perhaps sensing your gaze, he paused. The tiny figure froze, his head lifting up, those bright blue eyes fixing directly on you.

The two of you stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, just staring at each other in silence. Finally, you couldn’t help it—you raised a hand and waved, feeling silly but unsure of what else to do.

The little robot’s eyes flickered, and he tilted his head, as if assessing you. He seemed to realize you weren’t a threat because, to your surprise, he raised his own tiny arm in a hesitant wave.

A laugh slipped from you, breaking the tension. “Hello,” you said softly, as if trying not to startle him further. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

He continued to watch you, his optics flicking between you and the battery in his hand. He seemed unsure, almost as if he was weighing whether he should stay or make a run for it. Finally, he seemed to make up his mind. With a slight shrug, he put the battery down and gave you a small thumbs-up, his optics brightening as if to say, It’s okay.

The gesture was so absurdly cute that you couldn’t help but grin. “So… you’re the one who’s been leaving all those little metal pieces around, huh?”

The tiny bot hesitated, then nodded, looking a bit sheepish as if he’d been caught red-handed. He let out a series of soft beeps, which you could only assume was his way of speaking.

“Oh, I see,” you replied, nodding along as if you understood. “And here I was, thinking I’d lost my mind, finding all those tiny gears everywhere.”

He tilted his head, his optics gleaming with curiosity, as if trying to make sense of your words. After a moment, he pointed to himself and then to the battery, making a series of beeps that sounded almost apologetic.

You chuckled again, shaking your head. “So, you’re… recharging yourself? Is that it?”

The little bot nodded enthusiastically, his optics brightening. He held up the battery with a hopeful expression, then mimed plugging it into himself with a tiny, determined nod.

“Ah, so you need power. That explains a lot.” You glanced around, then leaned forward slightly. “I don’t think I have any spare batteries on me, but I can find some for you. How’s that sound?”

He bounced on his heels, his entire body language radiating excitement. He gave you a little thumbs-up, his optics shining with what looked like genuine gratitude.

“Alright, alright,” you laughed, charmed by his enthusiasm. “Just don’t go getting into too much trouble while I’m gone.”

He gave a small salute, his optics narrowing slightly as if he were trying to look serious. You grinned, shaking your head as you went to rummage through your drawers for spare batteries. You weren’t even sure if any of them would work, but it was worth a shot.

When you returned, the little bot was still there, watching you with an eager expression. You held out a handful of AA batteries, hoping at least one of them would be useful.

“Here you go,” you said, offering the pile. “I’m not sure if these will do the trick, but they’re all I’ve got.”

He examined them carefully, picking up each battery with those precise, tiny hands of his. After a moment, he chose one and, with a determined nod, began fiddling with his back, where you noticed a small compartment that opened up to reveal a slot for the battery.

You watched, fascinated, as he slotted the battery in, his hands moving with practiced ease. He seemed relieved as the battery clicked into place, letting out a soft hum as his optics brightened.

“There we go,” you murmured, smiling. “That should help, right?”

The little bot looked up at you, giving an enthusiastic nod and a cheerful thumbs-up. He let out a few more beeps, almost as if he were thanking you, before looking around the room, his optics wide with curiosity.

You tilted your head, watching as he continued his exploration, occasionally poking at random objects with his tiny hands, inspecting everything with intense focus. He seemed fascinated by your surroundings, as if every item was a new discovery.

“So… do you have a name?” you asked after a moment, not sure if he’d understand but feeling compelled to ask anyway. “Or should I just call you ‘Tiny’?”

He paused, looking up at you with an almost amused expression. Then he tapped his chest and let out a short series of beeps, which sounded almost like “B-B.”

“B… B?” you repeated, eyebrows raised. “Or… Bumblebee?”

He gave a delighted nod, his optics shining brightly as he bounced on his heels, clearly thrilled that you’d understood.

“Well, Bumblebee it is,” you said, grinning. “Nice to meet you, Bumblebee.”

He gave a little salute in response, his optics full of excitement and something almost like pride.

As the evening wore on, Bumblebee continued his exploration, occasionally turning to you with a questioning look, as if silently asking for permission before examining another object. You watched with a smile, answering his curious beeps with explanations about the random knickknacks around your home.

At one point, he found an old, discarded screw on the floor and held it up to you, his optics flickering as he beeped, as if asking if he could keep it.

“Sure, buddy,” you said, chuckling. “Take whatever you need.”

He gave a delighted nod, carefully tucking the screw into a small compartment in his arm before resuming his exploration.

It felt strange, sitting there in your living room, watching this tiny robot make himself at home among your things. But it also felt oddly natural, as if he’d always belonged there, like a tiny, mechanical guardian you hadn’t realized you needed.

By the time you finally headed to bed. You said goodnight, watch it wave to you happily before running off with bolts and batteries in its arms to a dark corner of the room.

Lying in bed that night, you couldn’t help but smile, replaying the evening in your mind. You’d found yourself an unexpected house guest—and, maybe, a new friend.

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[nerdnonymous00]

🛑🚨‼️ATTENTION PLEASE, JUST A QUICK READ‼️🚨🛑

hi im angie (she/they)! im a lesbian from the philippines. i’ve been a part of so many fandoms but im usually a silent like-r, reblogger, and supporter. i also make art at my sideblog, @angiedoesthingss. but now, im truly desperate and is currently asking for your help.

yesterday, after years of abuse from our narcissistic, homophobic grandma, i finally fought back and did my best to protect my mother and sister. it was a disaster and my grandma threatened us to leave her house (long story short, we live under her roof). i’ve always planned to move, but now, i need to bring my family to safety as soon as possible too.

we need to move for our safety and happiness by the first quarter of 2025. we’re planning to move back to our childhood home that we’ve currently put up for rent (the current renter is leaving soon - no worries). im planning to bring along my mom, my sister, our two cats and dog with me.

the thing is, im worried we wont be able to move because our funds have been so low. recently, i lost my main job because my boss was a creep. i only have a part time job now that only pays me $170 a month which is barely enough for me, much less my family. my sister just graduated college so she doesn’t have a job yet and my mom can’t get a job because it stresses and tires her out (she also deals with mental health problems - a result of this unstable environment).

my goal is to at least reach $500 to ensure that we’ll have enough money for the move and to sustain us for the next couple of months while we adjust to this new environment and heal. i would be so grateful and would appreciate any amount you can give for me and my family. 

it’s truly crazy how things can just change from one day to the next. a day before that altercation, i was cooking cordon bleu with my girlfriend at their house, watching arcane s2 act 1 - literally in lesbian bliss. and now im on a mission to save me and my family, to give all of us the freedom and life we deserve.

thank you for reading so far! and thank you so much for donating! im thankful too for any likes or reblogs you can give me to spread my little post. im hoping it will reach so many of you. i really hope we get to accomplish this goal.

i’ll be sure to keep updating this post as we reach certain milestones, maybe even reblogging with pictures of our pets! if youre from the philippines as well and would like to help, you can pm me and i’ll send you my GCASH information! again, thank you so much, i cant thank you, reader, enough!

(please click the photo for the link 🥹 if that doesnt work click here! thank you so much)

[twig-tea]

I'm still processing the end of Love in the Big City the series, but I wanted to jot down a few details and unfinished thoughts that are sticking with me after episodes 7 and 8 [series-only thoughts].

Putting together the timeline made me realize how many important moments in Yeong's life share or are near to the same anniversary; We know he contracts HIV in February (2014), and that Gyu-Ho leaves in February (2022), and that Yeong quits his job in February (2023).

In ep5, we see Yeong's phone where he has three missed calls from Gyu-Ho, and we can see that he's saved Gyu-Ho's name as Q~❤ [hearto], and that probably contributed to why he had hope that the mysterious Q was Gyu-Ho.

We see Yeong finish the soy sauce, and he said it was expired back when they were living together, so that means it's another year out of date. There's something in this metaphor about hanging on past when things are good and finally being able to let go.

When Gyu-Ho first looks at the elephants in the cheap Bangkok motel they were a pair on that nightstand, and he only took one of them.

The metaphor of the ceiling fan hanging over them like a threat the one time they have sex without a condom, how the trust that the fan will not fall feels similar to the trust that the PrEP pills will do their job. Thinking about the way Yeong says Kylie is his and how he wants to be sure she'll remain only his.

And how that ceiling fan ties connects with Habibi and his photos of ceiling fans, how the ceiling is the last thing he saw before he went blind for two weeks and so he takes photos of them in every hotel, how he uses it as his profile picture on hookup apps, how he is hiding from his family and the life he doesn't want by spending time with people on the verge of breaking, but holding on.

The way Gyu-Ho haunts the narrative in episodes 7 and 8 the way Kylie haunted the narrative in 5 and 6.

The perspective we got on the scenes from Yeong and Gyu-Ho's trip to Bangkok in 7&8 contrasted with the version we got in 5&6 was so well done; both versions fit together really well but cannot be fully reconciled because our memories are never perfect, and a person is not a character in a novel.

I also found myself pondering how they shot the scenes that reprise across Parts; did they have both directors on site for these moments and shoot them in the same day? The technical aspect of these is so interesting to me because of the different directors and how different these shots looked (not just in the nuances of how they were acted, but how they were coloured, framed, everything).

There's something in my head about how writing was what drove a wedge between them when they were together, what Yeong tried to use to keep them together forever on the lantern (and instead what tore up the lantern), and what he used to remember Gyu-Ho when they were apart.

Something also about how Eun Su was so much better off not being married, I was so relieved when we found out the wedding had been called off, and how the pressure to hide how he was feeling about what was happening in his life was what made him feel closer to Yeong.

I was just so relieved when the T-aras fell through that door after Yeong tried celebrating quitting his job by himself and instead fell into a depression for six days. I have had friends do a similar wellness check for me and I will never forget how loved it made me feel when I thought I was unlovable. I'm just so glad Yeong had the T-aras in his life; and their presence in this section was complicated but deeply moving. I'm still working through everything I think about how they functioned in the series, but I am so, so grateful for them, and to this series as a whole.

I absolutely loved it.

[badxsshottiexllie]

@spoocys-glade-of-dreams

Meredith would giggle as she accepted the hug from the toad. "It certainly is a surprise! If we had known that you had been in contact with our daughter, we would have arranged things differently."

The mother continued to listen to what Globox had to say about Rayman. He sounded like an amazing person, just misguided and manipulated by Eden. "I'm not sure if my husband told this story or not, since I just got here, but Cliff came across Ellie and Rayman one day while out patrolling in Eden for one of his resistance missions. I believe it was around her apartment area? He had taken a picture of them coming out of the apartment complex."

"Ellie...you looked so happy that day and we knew that you were safe. But...we weren't fully aware of what situation you were in and we didn't want to get you in trouble with your boyfriend. Since, you know, he was The Voice of Eden at the time." Her husband chimed in.

"I never once stalked you two, be it as The Voice of Eden or Ramon. I just happen to be in the same area as you at times and that's when I tried to get any photos or videos so I could update your mother that you were alive and well."

"Ramon? Oh you mean the trenchcoat guy? Who would have thought that Rayman and Ramon would be the same person!" The older woman replied.

"I was in my own resistance group and not only hid it from him while we were dating, but also my real name as well. I went by Rosemary Scott, or Rose for short after the person who saved my life while on one of our missions. As you know dad, there are rumors amongst the resistance groups about Rayman. I was afraid something horrible was going to happen once I revealed my true identity."

"Despite that fear, I wanted to get to know him and overtime I grew to love him. Yes, there was drama that happened once I told Rayman the truth, but nothing horrible happened like I thought. I was afraid I was either going to jail or get the death penalty."

"Oh honey, come here." Meredith hugged her daughter and urged Cliff to come in so they could have a family hug. "I'm sure you've been through a lot dear, but know this. We will definitely be more of an active part of your life now that we've finally reunited. Your father is a resistance member and I'm a doctor. You will be taken care of very well on top of your wonderful found family of friends."

"Well now that that's out of the way, what's this about my daughter being in some sort of danger? Do I have to put someone six feet under or what?"

"Uh...no? Murfy gave the guy a stern talking to, so now he should leave me alone. I'm not worried though because I know everything will be okay. I'm not invincible by any means dad, but I know there are people out there that will risk their lives for me and have my back."

"Rayman was really cool and dreamy that day. He's come such a long way since we first dated back when he was the voice and I couldn't be more proud of him with how far he's come."

"Dreamy huh?" The blonde man chuckled. "Your my daughter, so I'd do anything for you. Yes that even means eliminating bad people from your life. I...I've...had my share of kills here and there. But I only do so to protect innocent people and save them."

"Eden sucks, and I don't trust your mother to come by herself. So when she does ever come, she's with me. Yes, even if it's running a mundane errand like getting necessities from the store. I never, ever, let her out of my sight."

Ramon would take a moment to readjust his hair back into the tuft style and would stare off towards the floor for a moment when Cliff asked about his reason for the murder.

"I just... snapped. Had it not been for Bullfrog or Ellie I might've never accepted just how bad Eden really was. Mona was right. I really was so stubborn. So oblivious to what was really going on. I'm still trying to come to terms with everything. I know it's been months by now but I'm still trying to wrap my head around everything.

There's still things I'm learning about. I'm only now learning just how bad The Emperor really was. I thought The Emperor was my friend. He was my mentor, my inspiration. All of that was a lie and I'm still recovering from that harsh truth. Being in the company of so many people that cared so much for me really did help soften the blow.

I know what a resistance member is, sir. As a matter of fact I became one as well after I was fired. I'm a member of Murfy's group. I don't do any hacking, I'm more of the bodyguard. I help keep Mona and Ellie safe while they're on the job. I don't have a fancy code name and neither does Bullfrog, but I know Murfy goes by J.M. Murphy and Mona uses her stage name of "Mona Lisa" sometimes.

Wait... You knew Globox?"

His question would be cut off by the arrival of Meredith. He would smile and would run over to help clean up the groceries that she dropped. He set them in a neat pile as the parents would focus on their daughter. Rayman would give a sweet chuckle when he was asked if he agreed.

"I do see the resemblance! It's nice to meet you ma'am. I'm--"

He would be cut off once more as Globox would start to walk into the house with some of the luggage. He would go over to greet Meredith with the same hug that lifted her off her feet before setting her down once more.

"SURPRISE! I had no idea you and Cliff were coming down this way! I was telling your husband that had I known we were headed to the same place, I would have spilled the beans on this little visit much sooner.

I know Cliff had a chance to talk to him, but allow me to introduce him. This is Rayman. He's... Well he's that long lost brother of mine I keep telling you about. Swell guy, cares greatly about others, and wait until you see him when he's trying to impress the kids. The stuff those stupid cameras don't show. I know Eden projected him in a bad light, but deep down he was just a misguided and manipulated soul. I saw a lot of things when I was in video calls with Murfy. He really does care so much about Ellie, and that's the truth.

They saved each other's lives countless times, both literally and figuratively. Did you know he shot up an entire warehouse full of slave traders to rescue her from a traitor in her own group!?"

"Ix-nay on the aitor-tray, Globox."

[higgssupremacy]

Happy birthday to Troy Baker!

I've known him since 2019, almost five years. My best friend played Uncharted and TLOU and then she watched RR and all it ended with her running to me screaming You should watch this! You must play this! he has The Voice!.. he has an amazing Voice!..🥺 and I'm like okay, show me and I was completely unimpressed😒 Then DS happened and I fell into this story, started writing fanfiction and my best friend kept jumping around me and asking More Higgs! You must write about Higgs!

I fell in love with him in April 2020, when everyone was quarantined and he just sat in front of his camera and talked all sorts coolstories and sang and he was very, very real. With his own problems, with his disappointments, his narcissism and crazy hairstyles, Radio striped socks and a glass of Guinness in his hand.

I worked at home at that time (instead of traveling to the Germany gothic castles) and became more and more depressed. You could say he saved me then.

And yes of course I love his games characters, I love Joel and Sam Drake and Delsin Rowe and of course Higgs but those days in quarantine were special to me. Troy is far from perfect, sometimes he infuriates, he's makes shitty decisions but he still inspires me. To write fanfiction about Higgs and draw his stupid face over and over again❤️

[evidenceof]

Band of Brothers BTS photos David Webster Continuity ->  Eion Bailey as David Webster.

First photo reads, "To Jane, my only fan." signed for the wife of Band of Brother's Wardrobe Assistant, P. Christopher. Polaroids also shared by him.

[forgottenflickr]

hey, out of curiousity, why are the majority of your posts of people’s pets? is it because like.. these pets are most definitely dead now and you want to share their memory even if you didn’t know that pet? or because theyre just easy to find on dead flickr accounts?

It’s what you first said about sharing their memories, and more specifically the reason for that is that I’ve spent literally my entire life with cats (you’ll notice I mostly post cats) I mean since I was a newborn baby, there has always been at least 2 cats in my house, right now there’s 3.

Also to add on to that, as a little kid I actually had my own digital camera I took pictures on like the ones I share here (the whole reason and passion for this blog really) and I in particular really loved taking pictures of my cats. So it’s kind of personal and nostalgic to me. Here’s one I took of one of my childhood cats Kittenface, died 2013 or 2014 around 20 years old. I don’t know the date on this picture, but I probably took it 2008-2011.

[palimpsessed]

Happy birthday, Basilton. Enjoy your @erotic-grope-fest.

[gunthermunch]

i thought i lost these pics gaaaah i took them like a month ago EXPLODES

[banditblvd]

We’re back with one called sumo.app!!

[reflectionsofgalaxies]

the more photos of Sophie T I see the more I understand why she’s so beloved in the fandom. she’s just a whole fucking mood. like

first one she’s completely dead pan doing a perfect thumbs up

second one she’s doing an exaggerated stereotypical Italian hand gesture

and in the third one she’s just fully stanced up with her fucking coffee. what an icon.

[kitty-meowskers]

took him on another photoshoot<3

[good-beanswrites]

I wanted to bring up a silly ship idea. Just for fun.

03, 06, 09, 10

Was this before Kotoko attacked them? After? I dunno.

Thoughts?

YES the cringefail 20yo polycule 👏👏👏 Thank you for the request! I've seen a lot about the individual pairs, so it was really fun to think about all their dynamics together! I have a set of hcs that could work in the current canon Milgram, and then a normal au set because it's so fun thinking about them :3

Milgram-focused

The I’m-a-loner-who’s-doing-it-for-justice-don’t-TOUCH-me pair finally meet their match when confronted with the I-loved-someone-so-much-and-don’t-plan-on-stopping pair. They all go into the relationship with grand ideas of love: they think it’s all heroic acts of saving, massive gestures or love, and dramatic confessions. Over time, they realize the real heroism/romance is in the little things. 

Mahiru has her hands full with three people who neglect themselves for the sake of their work/interests, but she always loves feeding them and helping give them what they need. In turn, they can give her more affection and attention than she could ever ask for. They make sure someone is always around to spend time with her.

Each of the three is a perfect match for dealing with John’s reveal. Mahiru is calming and helps tone down Mikoto’s initial stress. Fuuta is honest and will help Mikoto finally confront his own situation and move forward. And since Kotoko can match his strength, Mikoto doesn’t need to be afraid of accidentally hurting anyone. Mikoto becomes less stressed with the overall situation as well as more accepting of himself/John.

I always love the idea that Fuuta is secretly starstruck by Kotoko and John’s strength. He’ll never admit how much he admires their ability to stand up and fight. He feels really safe around them. He’s glad to have the opportunity to fight for someone else, too – he likes to be Mahiru’s self-proclaimed protector and hero. (Even though most of the time she can stand up for herself, she still likes letting him take care of her.)

Kotoko’s experiences let her hold solid conversations with everyone. She’s similar enough to Fuuta where they share some interests (social issues, schooling, etc.) She understands hard work and burnout to earn Mikoto’s respect. She understands physical strength to earn John’s. She has a lot of people-knowledge, so she can gossip and talk about Tokyo life to Mahiru (Mappi’s doing most of the ‘gossiping,’ but Kotoko has solid additions). She's a good listener and has a good memory, so everyone feels heard by her.

They start to rub off on each other. Mahiru and Mikoto learn to be a bit tougher in standing up for herself. Fuuta, John, and Kotoko learn to take a breath before jumping right to violence. They stay very much who they are, but pick up on just a few habits that make their lives easier.

Their styles also influence one another: Fuuta gets pointers from all three about piercing his ears (though it takes him a long time to get up the nerve to do it). Mahiru helps the others dress more trendy and boost their confidence, and they teach her to worry less about her appearance and relax more. 

If they get together T1, Kotoko is shocked by the T1 verdicts. She might pull away from everyone in initial horror, but after developing a relationship ahead of time, she doesn’t follow through with her attacks. If not, then maybe in T3 when Kotoko is suffering from her guilty verdict, Mahiru and Mikoto are able to bridge the gap and develop a friendship, leading to more. Fuuta would take longer to come around, but I think seeing Kotoko got through the same pain as him, his hero instincts would kick in and he’d gradually help. 

Normal-au

Mahiru once again tries out her lovers’ interests, and gets a bunch of new hobbies. Fuuta teaches her to game, she works out with Kotoko, and she tries out photography with Mikoto. She becomes close with Fuuta’s beautician sister, and enjoys bonding over fashion and hair. She helps redye Mikoto’s hair, and give the other two pointers on style now and then. When going to nicer events, she and Mikoto have to step in and stop the others from their sneaker/hoodie combos. As the only one with a license, she’s the designated driver at all events, but doesn’t mind. 

Fuuta uses his tech skills to set up social media accounts for the others. He helps Mahiru network her flower shop, fighting anyone who leaves a bad comment/review. He helps set up a complex online portfolio for Mikoto. He and Kotoko still have a passion for justice, and he becomes the tech brains behind her vigilante operations (very Ron Stoppable - Kim Possible) It’s not necessarily healthy growth, but they’re happy with it lmao

Mikoto is the only full-time worker, the others are all still in university, and he makes sure to keep them all on track. He knows the most efficient tricks and cheats about getting papers done, pulling all-nighters, and cramming before an exam. The others have learned to spot when he’s burning himself out for others, and will stop him when he tries to take on too much. They’ll take care of him and force him to rest. While he can still get into a bit of trouble, John learns to call them first and get some help. 

Kotoko has trained herself to find people and information easily to catch criminals, but she finds use for it in much more mundane ways – she tracks down clients for Mahiru, snoops around Mikoto’s company to make sure he’s being treated right, and keeps an eye out for the people Fuuta is calling out and/or hanging out with. She goes on runs with Mahiru, and bike rides with Mikoto. Fuuta tags along sometimes to strengthen his legs for soccer. 

There’s definitely potential for them all to have their murders pre- or mid- relationship, and they help one another improve themselves and heal. I’m also a sucker for the relationship itself to cause them to change their ways and narrowly avoid the murder in the first place. (For the latter, Mahiru would ironically be the last to join the relationship, since she’d still be with her bf until the other three inspire her to break it off with him gently.)

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Guess what happened to me today! (yes, I gave Hijikata my shitty job on the Salarymen au)

[Id. Hijikata in his salarymen au persona. He's sitting at his desk, biting a pencil and looking angrily at his computer screen. A notification from Kintoki reads "Oh, wait. They liked the first logo better." An arrow pointing out of Hijikata reads "Already change all the instances of the logo." End Id.]