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milaghoul · 1 year
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Gojo being unsealed feels like a bigger miracle than Jesus being resurrected
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cozylittleartblog · 6 months
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is this the tragic clown the sims warned me about
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luvring · 3 months
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IS THAT ALL?
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gn!reader | 900ish words, really just fluff despite the opener ^___^
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megumi fushiguro considers himself a coward.
it’s sunday, 10:00am bright on the clock behind you. wings flap outside as the birds that like to adorn the neighbour’s fruit tree caw, and the blanket is pulled up to his chest, up to your cheeks.
your face is only a few inches away, and all he can think about—besides the curl of your lips as you smile at him again—is whether his breath still smells like mint from brushing his teeth the night before. whether you can see his skin breaking out on his temple and forehead, or the scar on his jaw from falling when he was seven—if you’d notice them after he said the three words that’ve been sitting on the tip of his tongue for weeks.
because megumi’s realized he can do a lot of things, plan more, fight even more, but it all crumbles apart when it comes to you.
“why are you staring at me?”
“i’m not,” he answers too quickly, muttered as he looks to the pillow underneath your head instead of your eyes.
you squish your face further into it to meet his gaze again. “is there something on my face?”
“no.”
“is there food stuck in my teeth?”
“we haven’t even had breakfast.”
“because if i turn on my phone and see either of these things, i’m going to be very angry with you, megumi fushiguro.”
the sound of his name draws him back to you, your squinting eyes and frown that holds no anger.
his lip twitches up, only just. “there’s nothing on your face or in your teeth.”
you hum, keeping your accusatory facade, even while reaching for his hand beneath the blanket. “swear i don’t look bad?”
megumi’s fingers easily slide into place between yours.
you could never look bad.
he huffs. “seriously?”
“‘seriously’? oh, wow, forgive me, my dear, for not believing your plainly spoken words while you still won’t tell me why you’re staring.” you ruffle his hair and push strands to cover his eyes. he rolls them as he pulls up the collar of your shirt to muffle your laugh.
it’s a lovely sound.
he hopes you let him hear it again and again.
a bird caws at the same time you swat at his hand and the hold on your shirt loosens, his fingers moving to smoothen the evidence.
“you just look nice.” he finally says as his eyelids droop, and he lets himself look at your lips for a fraction of a second. “that’s all.”
you smile and ignore the heat in your ears. “that’s all?”
the words claw at him again, and his throat constricts the same time his stomach ties into a knot.
it should be something special, megumi thinks—saying it out loud for the first time.
maybe at a fancy restaurant, with candles and expensive meals between you, his best suit on, quiet jazz and clinking glasses in the background.
maybe outside somewhere, in a nice meadow or under a tree, a picnic blanket sitting underneath you.
maybe after a long-winded monologue of how his curiosity grew to infatuation, a crush, something more. after he’s told you he wishes he could spend every morning with you, turn to you when the neighbour’s kids laughing and screaming wakes you up in place of an alarm on a saturday, watch you playfully groan and complain about today’s youth.
after he’s laid his heart out to you, instead of now, a random sunday morning, as the sound of cawing and birdsong fills the space between you instead of his voice, and all the words he wants to say before the three.
he wonders how long he’s been silent when you scrunch your brows and confusion shifts your smile. “hello? earth to megumi?”
“i love you.”
and across megumi’s face, there’s a fleeting shadow as a bird flies past—the blue of his eyes darkening, but not hardening, never hardening—not while looking at you.
you blink at him.
he blinks back.
the birds caw loudly outside.
and it’s all he can do to not bite his lip, to ignore the sudden tightness in his chest as you open and close your mouth—a sensation that he usually comes to you for to get rid of.
you blink again, twice, three times, and a different three words find their way to the tip of his tongue at the sight, heavier than the last, a little more strained.
but then you smile, just like always.
let out a laugh of disbelief that makes his apology disappear.
your reply comes as a murmur, it flows over him and muffles the noise outside, easing the clawing at his gut with expertise—“i love you, too.”
and it really is a random morning; megumi couldn’t tell you the date if you asked. but your grip on his hand tightens, and he promises to write it down (sunday, 10:07am) when you both get up.
he lets all his tension loosen as he finally smiles back.
your own smile widens into a bright grin at the sight, and though his mind’s reeling, he can hear what you’re going to ask before you do—
“is that all?”
it’s silly, and megumi almost rolls his eyes, almost pulls the blanket over your head and threatens to take it back,
and he loves you.
even, and especially as he hears the neighbour’s door creak open, and the first sound of the kids yelling—as he pinches your cheek and snickers when you let out a surprised noise. “that’s all.”
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noo nia don't make something that's supposed to be big happen in a mundane warmth again nooo don't make another guy completely in love w reader noooo... does i'm sorry technically count as three words btw. lol? well. obviously totally unrelated but i'm hungry as fawk rn. goodbye everybody i'm gonna eat toast. yaaaaayy!!!
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cordiallyfuturedwight · 2 months
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just bangtan flirting with each other for @kimtaegis ♡ cr. 0613data, qdeoks
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daily-crowley · 8 months
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Crowley Of The Day: some turtleneck content for today
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madamegoodparty · 9 months
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This season is about depression. But WHY is The Big Guy depressed?
Let's take a look at the clues Mr. Brennan "Anti-Capitalist" Mulligan has laid out for us 🔍
The Big Guy aka Elias Hodge, works for a "retro-futurist conglomerate" as a "mento-technological" researcher
There's a Prohibition on oxytocin, dopamine, and serotonin -- citizens are only allowed cortisol & adrenaline (hormones that're released when someone is under a lot of stress)
This Prohibition will (allegedly) be lifted once Elias receives recognition from his bosses
All Elias's pleasures and non-work related urges have been driven underground to the red light district -- so he's not allowing himself to focus on anything that isn't work
The Fix is basically a hitman working for the District Attorney, Mark Bition (Ambition) to eliminate any urge that has the potential to distract Elias from his work
More on the above point: District Attorneys are prosecuters, ie, are the ones responsible for punishing those who go against the state. So this further emphasizes that Elias is very strictly policing himself in order to succeed at work
Conrad Schintz (Conscience) is a tiny kid who has trouble making himself heard and doesn't have a lot of power
Speaking of kids -- all of Elias's childhood interests have also been driven underground, this time being kept under the care of Ms. Loathing. This, plus the line about "not deserving pleasure", hints that Elias is potentially struggling with self-loathing as well (also Loathing's line about "focusing on me is not going to do anything but make me stronger")
CONCLUSION:
All this paints a picture of someone who is driven by logic and ambition, to the detriment of his emotional well-being. Elias seems to feel that his only value comes from what he is able to produce for his superiors, and this causes him to suppress any part of himself that doesn't make him a more productive worker. This has led to him becoming extremely isolated and lonely as a result
We can also guess that the work Elias is doing doesn't align with his values, and that he needs to keep his conscience as quiet as possible in order to do it. Even worse, we now see that he's thinking about killing his conscience outright
This season is about the psychological toll being a cog in the machine takes on a person, and I cannot WAIT to see where we go next
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starlesscastellation · 3 months
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I love when Hannigram fanart is just
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okkalo · 3 months
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thinking about rindou who rubs your back as you cry :( he keeps you in a hug, not caring if his shirt gets wet from your tears. he speaks in a mumble, saying things to get you out of your head and make you laugh. he’s never been good at reading you, so he’ll ask you what made you cry after pressing a kiss to your forehead and wiping your tears away for you. he’ll drag you to his bed if you both weren’t already there, bringing you down to cuddle with him as he continues mumbling random thoughts and rubbing your back.
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sunglassesmish · 9 months
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you know what day it is
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cerealmonster15 · 11 months
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cursed au y/n?? Muppets au where Jamil is the token human lol
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bad dream(?)
EDIT [3/4/24 hi] bc i was lookin thru art the other day and. i fear i might have been subconsciously remembering this post when i drew this fkdsjlfjkdslj ;A;??? i think i was actively thinking about those posts on tumblr that go around sometimes that are like "if [whatever media] was remade by the muppets, who would be the token human?" and that's what sparked me to be like "haha what if twst was muppets, who would be the straight man human, jamil would be funny" and led to me drawing this,,, but then when i found that post again the other day i was like oh god,,, the similarities... and i def saw that post in the past so it's possible there was influence and i just Forgot The Origin... WHOOPS AND OOPS IT WASNT INTENTIONAL ;;;A;;;. . . .. . ...
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cozylittleartblog · 11 months
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a little Postlet. . because i Miss them
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cuntylestat · 21 days
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you say change religions, now i spend sundays with you
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A change of trains, an unexpected companion on the way home
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beeqisch · 10 months
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timkon doodles because i am insane extremely normal
ignore any mistakes im too lazy to fix them this is just for fun anyway
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mispelled · 8 months
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I've been meaning to draw this for over a year
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wisteriagoesvroom · 4 months
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lestappen doctors AU but it’s epistolary and told largely through passive aggressive patient notes and emails.
one is a thoraicic specialist and the other a neurosurgeon. the rivalry started in med school. their weird snipey dynamic is so well known amongst the hospital that occasionally the senior staff have to step in and tell them to play nice. daniel, who works in gastro, barely stops them from starting a full blown argument at the coffee machine one morning because one thinks the other cut in line.
they end up fucking after getting a bit drunk at a christmas party, but still get buzzed for an emergency shift the next day. pierre, who works in osteopathy, is like “was there an animal on the loose? ‘cus your neck looks pretty marked up”. charles just blushes and ignores him while he runs to the next ward, but he still holds max’s hand in the lunch line.
they eventually get together properly and continue their grumpy dynamic well into their later years through academic papers and books etc. for example:
“special thanks to my partner, the cause of my heart palpitations and migraines that are yet to be fully understood by science. though the medical verdict may still be out on these and their pathological origins still to be determined, i tentatively self-diagnose myself, patient zero, as suffering from a case of being very (unfortunately) in love.”
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