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When your friend gets you into a new fandom and it proceeds to consume your entire life
Brooklyn Nine-Nine –6.08: He Said, She Said
It takes forever for you to get Nikto in your bed because he's convinced the fully uncovered visage of him will turn you off for good
So the sweetly sighed confession that you've never been this wet before only confuses him further
"Why me, milaya?" groaned lowly into your ear like you've punched him in the gut with is own vulnerability
Kiss-raw lips pressing gently at your jaw like a repentant sinner while he lets you adjust to his cock
And what he means, what he lacks the ability to say while enveloped by the alter of you is:
Why *still* me?
Are you not disgusted?
And why look at me like home?
Why let me build one for us with what is left over of me?
You could have had a whole man. All in one place. Someone more than rubble and gravel- and afters that don't remember their befores.
He wants desperately to make sense of it, grasping for any details that could make this, you, feel less like a dream.
"Love you, Andre. Love you" hiccupped so earnestly into the marred flesh of his beating chest like you're begging for him to hear you in a way that breaks through-
that lights a fire in the hearth of your togetherness and demands he see his way home. Here, in the truth, and not his projections.
Your legs reach to wrap around him, pulling him even closer with your answer.
It is the only explanation you allow him.
He thinks maybe he dies. Or is born, then. He will let you decide.
btw it's so fucking stupid you can be anxious physically in your body even after you've decided mentally you don't care. I'm supposed to be in charge here
Jon Bernthal as Frank Castle/The Punisher SPIDER-MAN: BRAND NEW DAY (2026) dir. Destin Daniel Cretton
Working at the shoe store that Hiragi gets all his leather shoes from. Trying your hardest not to laugh when he comes in every few days asking for advice on absurd things like how to get blood out of white leather with his face beet red the entire time.
"Back again?" You smile from behind the counter when he walks through the door, setting off the bell chimes.
Hiragi's got one shoe on and he wishes with all his might that he didn't sound so damn embarrassed as he approaches you. "Yeah, I uh... Broke the buckle."
He holds out the left shoe he's missing on his foot and sure enough, the gold buckle is completely bent out of shape. The prong is gone and the frame is snapped, part of it digging into and ripping the leather sitting against the ankle bone.
You raise an eyebrow at him, that familiar smirk crawling onto your face, the one that makes Hiragi's heart do back flips every time he sees it. "Do I wanna know?"
"Probably not." He chuckles, sheepishly scratching the back of his neck. His cheeks are already starting to blossom with a bright red flush as his eyes stay firmly planted on the floor.
"I sure feel sorry for the punk walking around with a buckle shaped bruise on his face right now." You giggle, causing him to tense up and use every ounce of control he has to not clutch his stomach that's rumbled to life.
Regardless, he bites the inside of his lip to compensate. "Any way you can fix it?"
"It'll take a few days, and I'll definitely have to order in a new buckle." You muse as you look the shoe over, prying the metal out of the leather. "But yeah, that shouldn't be a problem."
"Thanks." Hiragi finally looks up at you, getting a proper look into your beautiful eyes. "I really appreciate it."
You smile back at him, showcasing that dimple in your left cheek. "Why don't you drop them off tomorrow? Unless you want to finish up patrol with only one shoe on?"
"Oh. Uh." He hadn't even thought about that. "Yeah, that's probably a good call... Thanks."
"No worries." You hand the shoe back over to him. "Anything else I can help you with, Hiragi?"
Saying his name was the final straw, his heart couldn't take it anymore, never mind his stomach.
"T-That's it, thanks again." He spun on a dime and hurried towards the door. "Appreciate it!"
Half a block away he popped and swallowed three Gas-Kun 10's, feeling his heart begin to settle as he let out a long sigh and stuffed his fists into his pockets...
And then proceeded to mentally kick himself when he realized, for the third time now, that he had completely forgot to ask you your name.
The next day he’ll come back to the store with so much drive and determination to find out your name that he’ll forget to bring the shoes he was supposed to drop off to you….
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Freddie Fox as Gwayne Hightower HOUSE OF THE DRAGON | 3.05
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NO ITS REALLY BAD!!!!!!!!!!!
the weather today is Creepy Orange
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[id. A twitter post by @/Bennieeexyz Jury duty letter came addressed to my cat. Not a mistake. "Felix Martinez" - that's his full name according to his vet records. My last name. His first name. Somehow he's a registered voter now. Called the county clerk. Me: My cat got summoned for jury duty. Clerk: Is the name correct on the summons? Me: Yes, but he's a cat. Clerk: Is Felix Martinez a legal resident of this county? Me: He's a legal cat. Clerk: Sir, if the name matches our records, he needs to appear or file an exemption. Me: He can't file anything. He has paws. Clerk: You can file on his behalf. Me: Under what exemption? There's no box for "is a cat." Clerk: (pause) Check "unable to serve due to medical reasons." Me: What's the medical reason? Clerk: He's a cat. Me: That's not a medical condition. Clerk: It is if it prevents him from serving. Sent in the form. Got rejected two weeks later. "Insufficient documentation. Please provide medical professional's statement." Took the letter to my vet. Me: I need you to write that my cat can't do jury duty. Vet: Why is your cat summoned for jury duty? Me: Excellent question. No good answer. Vet: This is the weirdest request I've gotten. Me: Can you just write that he's medically unfit to serve? Vet: On what grounds? Me: He's a cat. Vet: (started typing) "Patient is unable to serve due to species-related limitations including inability to speak, read, or comprehend legal proceedings." Me: Perfect. Sent it in. Got another rejection. "Summons is mandatory. Failure to appear will result in contempt of court." My roommate thought this was hilarious. Roommate: Felix is going to jail. Me: This is serious. Roommate: Bring him to court. See what happens. Decided that was actually the only option left. Day of jury duty, put Felix in his carrier. Brought the entire paper trail of rejection letters. Checked in at the courthouse. Clerk: Name? Me: Felix Martinez. Clerk: (looked at the cat carrier) Is that Felix? Me: Yes. Clerk: (long stare) He's a cat. Me: I've been saying that for six weeks. Clerk: Why didn't you file an exemption? Me: I filed three. All rejected. Showed her the letters. She read through them, expression shifting from confusion to disbelief. Clerk: Someone rejected the veterinary documentation? Me: Twice. Clerk: (called her supervisor over) You need to see this. Supervisor read everything. Looked at Felix. Looked at me. Supervisor: How did a cat get registered to vote? Me: You tell me. Supervisor: This is a data error. Me: Took you six weeks to figure that out. They dismissed Felix immediately. Apologized for the inconvenience. Supervisor: We'll remove him from the voter registry. Me: Appreciate it. Supervisor: (pause) Out of curiosity, how would he have voted? Me: Probably whatever party supports universal treats. Got a formal apology letter a week later and a voter registration card. For me this time. Apparently I wasn't registered, but my cat was. Roommate: Felix committed voter fraud. Me: Felix committed nothing. He's innocent. Roommate: That's what they all say. Felix is sleeping on the jury summons now. Fitting end to his legal career. end id]