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m: you know i was just, i was just thinking and all you fuckers just stood by. you’re not my friend, brad. you’re not my friend. i have no friends here. we’re all friends. h u g i t o u t, h u g i t o u t, h u g i t o u t !

#brotp: words chosen carefully

a7estrellas

"I thought this was one of the most beautiful things we'd ever built. Feels terrifying now." "It can be beautiful again. Everything can."

PEDRO PASCAL as Reed Richards/Mister Fantastic THE FANTASTIC FOUR: FIRST STEPS (2025) dir. Matt Shakman

#reed richards

by-ilmater

if people were to take communion based on you, what would your body and blood be? mine would be bourbon and a spicy sweet chili dorito

#diet coke and a mini reeses cup #in the tags

thememedaddy

barsom-fearce

#there is a spider in my bath I literally never see except when I'm showering #i like to think they wait for me so they can get their hydration on

twofivee

sometimes u gotta be like “ okay ” & leave that shit alone

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

“Is it crass for me to say ‘happy birthday to me’?” Kira asked, ending in a sing-song as he settled down in the armchair.

“Well, it is your birthday,” Nagisa answered, emerging from the bathroom where he had changed.

Nagisa rounded the corner, and Kira felt his heart seize in his chest. A heat smoldered in his core, quickly spreading south. Kira shifted in his seat, leaning back in the deep armchair until the back of his knees hit the edge of the seat.

Kira licked his lips, gaze tracking as his boyfriend moved confidently through the room. Feet clad in cotton white stockings, snug against sculpted calves. The toned expanse of thigh kissed by the soft fabric of a bright red, pleated skirt. The outfit was pulled together by a loose white crop top with a wide neck that fell off one shoulder. It has a faded logo of a local ballclub on the front.

Nagisa was at the chair quickly, legs bracketing one of Kira’s knees. A breath punched out of Kira he wasn’t even aware he was holding. His gaze like a laser at the edge of the skirt, the fabric swishing softly against pale skin. His jaw was slack, it was certainly a gift to see his boyfriend dressed in such a daring outfit. A restless itch scratches down his arms.

“You can touch, birthday boy,” Nagisa said. His voice rumbled low through Kira, electricity pricking down his spine and blooming into a warmth that settled in his core.

#kira kitazato #nagisa kamishiro #persona 5 fanfiction #P5x #MessaWonder #jess writes #jess' creates

subsequentibis

not an apologizer but a contextualizer. yes the character did that but please understand the Circumstance. yes they had other options but they had to make this choice in a sea of available bad choices. and also it made the narrative more interesting. won't anybody think about the narrative!!!!!

contagiousgrace

me logging on to say something on any given day

#SAY THAT THO

kanonberyl

i got some dialogue in the den about how you can dress however with a labcoat on so here's him with that shit on !!!!

“My sister says I seem different lately.”

Startled by the sudden statement, Nagisa looked up from his book. Kira was looking at him from the other end of the sofa, his own reading material turned upside down on his lap. His brow was knitted together, the thought clearly distracting them from their relaxing evening. It was the first free moment Nagisa could get with Kira in what felt like weeks. The hospital held too much of his time—rightly, of course.

“Did she say why?” Nagisa asked as he closed his book and set it on the table.

“No,” Kira sighed, copying Nagisa’s movements, abandoning his book all together, “well, she said I ‘seemed softer’ whatever that means.”

Nagisa shifted on the sofa as he drew his feet up under him, “I agree with her.”

Brown eyes narrowed, irritated daggers thrown Nagisa’s way. He had to suppress the giggles the look drew out of him.

“Enlighten me, then.”

“Ah, well,” Nagisa paused to think. He moved again, crawling across the sofa to sit on the middle cushion next to Kira. He was being watched intently, the calculating gaze always trying to figure Nagisa out three steps ahead of what was actually happening in front of him.

[ Finish on Ao3]

#kira kitazato #nagisa kamishiro #Persona 5 #persona 5 fanfiction #p5x #MessaWonder #jess writes #jess' edits

Original gay emo boys bert mccracken and gerard way have finally kissed and made up. the teenager in me is quite pleased by this news.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

The mound of paperwork scattered across his desk was quickly developing into a headache. Fingers pressed into his temples in a futile attempt to lessen the pain. Convincing the hospital’s purse holders that his experimental procedure was worth the risk seemed like an impossible task most days. Old men that hadn’t touched a scalpel in decades and perpetually adverse to change.

Next to him his phone lit up as it sent gentle vibrations through the desk top.

A welcomed distraction.

Kira closed the folder in front of him and picked up his phone instead. The phone vibrated with a second message before he could get the messenger app open. The red 2 was next to Nagisa’s name.

>>I think I am dying

The second message was an attached image. Nagisa was lying on his stomach, his head mostly buried in his pillow. His face was red and swollen, a listless look in his eyes. He had the hood of his sweatshirt up over his messy hair.

Kira frowned.

<<Proclamations of death shouldn’t be exaggerated

>>I’m not

<<Fever?

>>39

Kira felt his frown deepen.

<<You should rest.

>>Can you come over?

<<Are you asking me to make a house call?

>>Are you going to charge me?

Kira chuckled, at least his sense of humor was intact. He certainly wasn’t going to die.

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