#um. kind of.

[wishecho]

inciting incident

[transfemlogan]

The worldbuilding in Sanders Sides makes no sense to me so I ignored most of it NDHSKFNFN

Your sides are just representations of your personality, in my AU. They can't ""duck out"", and even if they could, it wouldn't affect you in any way. You didn't lose anything, you just don't have that representation anymore.

[reallybadblackoutpoems]

the crucible (1953) - arthur miller

“ough”

[im-still-watching-anime]

apollo’s confidence in court: oh my god i’m the worst lawyer ever my client is going to go to JAIL because i can’t even do my JOB

apollo’s confidence outside of court: i’m the only smart one here, i’m the most normal guy in the world and NO ONE is doing it like i am, investigations are EASY, klavier gavin wants me carnally

[obscurecrows]

been playing a lot of patho 2 lately

[heartorbit]

find another role, carry on the show

[biruesque]

dead end.

[azuries]

say goodbye as we dance with the devil tonight, dont you dare look at him in the eye

[bunnieswithknives]

Obsessed with his brain

[toki-toro]

Ennard feels sigma today

[bloodiegawz]

what the fuck

[fure-dcmk]

Hattori Heiji sight hierarchy:

1. Kudo Shinichi

2. Blood

3. A crime scene

[christakisbang]

[togament]

Thinking about Ume and him fucking your insecurities away.

He gets it. You’re only human, after all. We all got our demons and some days they scream a little louder than they usually do—so you come to your boyfriend for some advice and much needed comfort.

Both of which he is very much willing to provide.

But what was once an innocent cuddle on your sofa with him pressing gentle kisses and assurances into your skin has evolved into him fucking himself into you slowly, heavily breathing into the space between your neck, both bodies tangled in a lotus position. He’s taking his time exploring every inch of your body with his hands with so much adoration and care with each caress.

Intimate.

“Fgh—I-I’m so lucky t’have you, beautiful,” he grunts with his forehead pressed against yours, staring into your eyes with such reverence you feel yourself melting a little. His strong hands gripping your hips securely, bouncing you onto his thick, throbbing length. Unhurried. Reassuring, even. “Breathtaking. Absolutely-haah! Fuckin’ perfect—“, he breathes, pulling back to look at you properly. God he’s falling for you all over again. “Can’t believe I-I get t’worship ya. What a goddess.”

But before you retort, before you tell him he isn’t right, before you argue with his cock buried deep inside you, he presses his lips onto yours with his tongue dancing against yours, thrusting up into you harder, faster. His hold on your hips ever steady.

Ume has occupied all of your senses. So much so that you’ve forgotten what you were about to say.

He’s gonna make it his life’s mission to make love to you until you forget your insecurities.

Until you finally see what he sees in you.

To make you feel beautiful in your own skin again.

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[potatobugz]

dugon my friend my buddy my pal

[willowser]

touya is halfway through his workday, grease up to his elbows, little jumpsuit half undone down to his waist, when iguchi comes in to tell him "someone's askin' for you out here".

he's not sure who it could be, but there's no telling, so he just decides to take a smoke break and wander out of the automotive garage, maybe imagining one of siblings out on the pavement.

but the minute he sees you, he stops. nearly drops his cigarette on a rough, "oh shit."

it's been a while since he's seen you, a year or two, and the packet of paper in your hand can only mean one, bullshit thing.

"nah, nah, nah, i ain't signing any papers," is how he greets you, shaking his head the minute you start up the path with a big, determined frown. touya doesn't run, but he sure twists on his heel and starts back up the path, too, as you start calling out his name.

practically all of his coworkers are watching when he comes back into view, not bothering to hide how nosy they're being. their audience makes you falter just a tad and touya clings onto it; anything to stop you.

"never a good sign when your wife comes to find you at work."

there's a long silence, from everyone. when he looks back at you—at your manilla folder and carefully stapled documents, your petition for divorce—your eyes are heavy and wet, almost the same way they were when the two of you stood in a courtroom, lying about your age in order to pledge until death do you part.

almost. now they're just sad.

from somewhere in the garage, toga calls out a bewildered, "you have a wife?" that makes him feel a way he can't understand, both amused and devastated all at once.

your wedding ring isn't on your finger, but if he stares long enough, he can maybe see the difference in color of your skin, a former tan-line that's begun to fade.

he sold his for stuff he shouldn't have been buying, stuff that ruined him and you and your marriage, a long time ago.

but touya only smiles, and calls back, "yeah, i do."