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Mr Keating.
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Fucking.
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Knew.
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He knew full well that the anxious poet and the depressed theatre kid were unbelievably gay for each other.
God I’ll never get over these two-
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starbaby-7 · 7 months
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Thinking about Lucius being so traumatized and not being able to share it all because he knows Pete can’t handle it so he just keeps compartmentalizing and then Stede is like you don’t want to end up like me sad gay and alone go talk to him means so much to me. SO MUCH TO ME. They’re a family your honor
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thedevilisrory · 5 months
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who wants to be my masc girlfriend I’m really funny 💀💀💀
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arshwangxian · 2 months
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fight or flight i rather lie than tell you i'm in love with you.
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violetcookie2007 · 2 months
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If I had a nickel for every time someone used Ven's dead fiance against him I would have two nickels. It is not a lot but it is funny it has happened twice.
It is not funny. Stop using this tragic little gay man's fiance against him. He is so sad and gay.
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oatmealmanwhat · 15 days
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Absolutely BAWLING MY EYES OUT at the fact that mac probably wouldnt hate himself so much if dennis didnt also hate himself for being queer and projecting onto mac. Same with fat mac. Same with everything dennis sees mac as who he could be if he was actually brave THIS SONG IS SO TRAGIC ITS WHAT MAC DANCED TO AND IM GOING TO BE SICK
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mikalovesmusic · 10 months
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Actually sobbing. When will I ever get a short butch who'll kiss me to practice her lines for Romeo and Juliet 😔😔
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kyezone · 20 days
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﹐﹕dream a little dream of me
pairings — gojo satoru x getou suguru, jujutsu kaisen
synopsis — satoru finds himself in a dream he doesn't want to wake up from. not when the figure of his nightmares is bathed in such warmth.
author's note — hello! first work and it's satosugu angst; i couldn't think of anything more fitting LOL i'm still trying to get a hang of how this app works, but i hope you like it <3
— © kyezone ‘24 ﹕ do not steal, copy, repost.
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It's bright. The sun is seeping through the blinds and it somehow manages to shine through Satoru's blindfold. Satoru isn't exactly fond of the sun and it's unwelcome presence so he (begrudgingly) gets up from his spot on the couch the fix the blinds.
"Let some light in, geez. What are you? A vampire?"
Satoru stops, freezes on the spot. He knows that voice. How could he not? It's the same voice that torments his every waking day, the same one he knows like the back of his hand. He swallows thickly.
Gojo Satoru was a lot of things, depending on who you were asking. Yet, none of them would say he was a coward. But Satoru knew it in himself he was one. Even if he'd never admit it, it was obvious in the way he was in this very moment. In this very moment, Gojo Satoru was scared.
With every piece of courage he could muster, Satoru lowered his blindfold, and with a shaky breath, turned around. And there he was.
Ugly bangs, stupid smile, purple eyes. Satoru remembers every detail even if he's tried so desperately for years to forget them. Satotu knows he's dreaming - why else would the Geto Suguru be here if it wasn't? - but there's something different.
Suguru looks ... happier. He isn't consumed by darkness, the heavy bags under his eyes aren't there, he isn't as pale as Satoru remembers. He looks .. warm. Suguru looks like life has been breathed back into him.
"Suguru?" The name slips off his tongue like a prayer, a plea. He sounds stupid, Satoru is aware of his dumbfounded tone and he curses himself when Suguru's laugh rings in his ears. He hasn't heard it in so long, he's almost forgotten how it sounds.
"Was your nap so enjoyable that you don't recognize me?" Suguru teases and his tone makes Satoru blink. This feels so real too real, so much so that he feels like the universe is playing a sick trick on him. Satoru takes a hesitant step forward. "Is ... is it really you?" Another dumb question; even if it's a dream, it's obvious it's Suguru.
Satoru can't make out the expression Suguru makes. He knows Suguru, arguably even better than himself. But the face he made ... Satoru can't quite put his finger on it. "It is," Suguru confirms after some time. Those words, those two simple words, hold so much weight and that's all it takes for Satoru to lunge forward.
Usually when he does this in his dreams, he'd wake up, or worse, Suguru would vanish into thin air. But that doesn't happen this time. This time, Satoru is able to latch onto Suguru, feel the warmth of his body, smell the familiar scent of petrichor and cigarettes. His fingers grip mercilessly into the fabric of Suguru's shirt, unable to comprehend this unrealistic fantasy.
Satoru can feel Suguru's hand thread into his hair, calloused fingers brushing against his scalp. He shivers at the touch, familiar and sweet. Satoru lets himself be craddled, lets his guard down, lets himself be vulnerable again in the presence of this image he's conjoured up. "I miss you," He says it so pathetically that it makes even Satoru flinch.
"I know," comes Suguru's reply. He knows. Suguru knows. But he doesn't. Suguru doesn't understand why and how the Gojo Satoru can miss him, not to this extent. He doesn't know about those sleepless nights where the guilt eats at him endlessly and the bed feels too cold, doesn't know about the worn-out shoe box under Satoru's bed that holds memories of their first and last spring together, doesn't know about the way Satoru's heart aches painfully at the mere mention of Suguru's name.
Satoru feels gis eyes grow damp and it's only then does he realize he's crying. He's crying. In front of Suguru. Satoru tries to stop the waterworks but the emotions he's tried so hard to bottle up overwhelm him like a wave, washing over him and consuming him whole. He cries, lets himself feel the hurt for the first time in years.
"Come back," It's a demand, a desperate one, Satoru's voice is hoarse and it cracks slightly as he speaks. Suguru only offers him a smile, one that Satoru knew all too well.
"You know I can't," It's the truth. It's impossible. But reality has never been kind and it definitely hasn't been to Satoru. He sobs brokenly into Suguru's shirt.
"Can you stay with me, please?" Satoru had never been one to beg, let alone say please. But that's what he does, sounding like a child as he does so. "Just for now?"
Suguru chuckles, the sound of it makes Satoru's heart hurt. "Sure," He says with all the fondness in the world. "But you gotta remember to wake up after," The reminder feels mean, as if he isn't aware already that he was dreaming. But he's too weak to do anything so he just nods.
They stay like that, comfortable in each other's arms. The sun is still oozing into the room but Satoru doesn't realize it, too busy basking in the warmth Suguru gives him.
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"Should we wake him up?"
Megumi takes a peak at Satoru's sleeping form, his blindfold damp with tears and hands shaking slightly, but he's breathing steadily through his nose and he oddly looks ... satisfied.
Megumi takes Yuuji by the collar, dragging him away from where he was practically hovering over their teacher. "No," He says flatly.
"I haven't seen him that peaceful in a while."
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transgendertempeh · 6 months
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When they say the holiday season is hard for some queer people it's me I'm some queer person
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lexisgayok · 6 months
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torpublishinggroup · 2 years
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The Archive Undying by Emma Mieko Candon
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Hey look a badass new cover!! 🤯
The Archive Undying by @emcandon is the first volume of in the Downworld Sequence, a sci-fi series where AI deities and brutal police states clash, wielding giant robots steered by pilot-priests with corrupted bodies. 
Says the author: 
“The machines in The Archive Undying are behemoths because anything lesser would be morally decrepit. So whenever I look at this cover and I feel like that big, beautiful robot is going to eat me alive (even without a mouth! I am afraid to learn how that would work!), I’m terrified, but I’m also ecstatic, because it’s perfect. I can’t wait for readers to meet the rest of the feral mechs—as well as the people trying desperately not to be devoured by them.”
Check out the Official Cover Reveal on tor.com
Cover art by Sung Choi; Design by Christine Foltzer
GET IN THE ROBOT
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thataaabattery · 7 months
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It’s true. 🥲
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arshwangxian · 2 months
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his voice was very gentle.
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mad-tears · 2 years
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Can't stop thinking about the fact that every time Cass was on the brink of death or dead, she'd see Steph waiting for her. They were holding each other, she wasn't even afraid and she listened to everything Steph had to said. Only to end up having to wake up and don't see Steph by her side.
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corttheartist · 2 years
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my personal headcanon is that steve has joe’s musical gifts and plays shows with eddie and corroded coffin
that’s it, that’s the post
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my ABSOLUTE favorite „no happy end“ tropes
1. „I am rotten to a point of no return… and so are you“
2. „I just started loving you and now you’ve been violently taken from me again“
3. „You are such a broken child and I am trying so desperately to fix you but no amount of love in the world can save you from your own wrath“
4. „You became so obsessed with winning that you overstepped every boundary. Even mine, though you had sworn from the bottom of your heart not to.“
5. „it’s so ingrained in me that my worth can’t be measured in love and gentleness, only in the amount of suffering I can go through without breaking just yet“
6. „My everything has never been enough“
7. „Finally. Death.“
Additions and blorbo tagging welcome
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