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tashi duncan (challengers, 2024)

would it be enough?

2. if only (blurb)

3. the time series:

part 1: 7:05pm

part 2: 7:36pm

patrick zweig (challengers, 2024)

come on, live a little

spencer reid (criminal minds)

real and reel, we know but we don't

harry castillo (the materialists, 2025)

(latest!) gentle, even when you're not trying to be

[craveagain]

thank you zendaya <3

[drmelking]

The realism of Robby being a little bit of an unintentional misogynist is so, so important to me. Like he is a good boss and a great teacher, he is friends with women and works with women and teaches women and respects women greatly. And yet—it’s Langdon, and then Whitaker, who Robby adopts as his mentees. It’s David, not the girls on the kill list, who Robby prioritizes care for. It’s the dad accused of grooming his daughter who Robby refuses to report, while informing the authorities about the mother drugging him without a second thought. He reams Langdon out for berating Santos, but doesn’t check in on Santos until Langdon refuses to let it go and Robby becomes suspicious of there being an actual problem.

And obviously we are seeing Robby on the worst day of life, and maybe even calling him a “little bit of a misogynist” is a bit too much because he’s not, really. But he does have ingrained biases and he does seem to only be able to fully see himself in and completely empathize with other men. And that is just. So true of even the nicest, kindest, most wonderful and feminist men I know.

[drmelking]

The realism of Robby being a little bit of an unintentional misogynist is so, so important to me. Like he is a good boss and a great teacher, he is friends with women and works with women and teaches women and respects women greatly. And yet—it’s Langdon, and then Whitaker, who Robby adopts as his mentees. It’s David, not the girls on the kill list, who Robby prioritizes care for. It’s the dad accused of grooming his daughter who Robby refuses to report, while informing the authorities about the mother drugging him without a second thought. He reams Langdon out for berating Santos, but doesn’t check in on Santos until Langdon refuses to let it go and Robby becomes suspicious of there being an actual problem.

And obviously we are seeing Robby on the worst day of life, and maybe even calling him a “little bit of a misogynist” is a bit too much because he’s not, really. But he does have ingrained biases and he does seem to only be able to fully see himself in and completely empathize with other men. And that is just. So true of even the nicest, kindest, most wonderful and feminist men I know.

[michellejonesgf]

we were so happy. • stewy hosseini x reader

pairing: stewy hosseini x fem!reader

synopsis: stewy hosseini never loses.

tags: angst

what does it mean when you've made the best of every opportunity that has been presented to you? it means you're just that good. 

sadegh hosseini knew that. even if it wasn't true, he would make it true. there's too many white-shirt-black-tie assholes who fart through life and get to unimaginable places without even trying, there's no way that stewy couldn't reach if he tried. talk to the right kind of people, mosey up at the perfect time, it was all about knowing where it all was, or at least, estimating it. 

it wouldn't matter what would be thrown at him, iron-will and sheer want would never fail him. everything was something to be harnessed, something to gain from. racist pigs, wrinkly olds, human resources, there was always a workaround and an in with everything. it helped that he had a pedigree to back it, not that he ever needed to wield it. there has not been a single time where he hasn't learnt something for a loss, and that's not optimism, it's denying to lose. stewy hosseini would never lose. 

and here he was, four months into a relationship, one of his usual dalliances, that was anything but. 

at least the rain was forgiving. 

[illinicoise]

“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”

[michellejonesgf]

preview: pro forma • nathan bateman x reader

(coming june 21st, 2025!)

“yes, nathan?” you call out feeling someone’s presence in the hallway. you’re sat at the kitchen island, not wanting to sequester yourself away from the rest of moving life (ironic, considering your residence) which the moving trees and insect sounds purported in the main area of the house.

“you sleeping any time soon?” he’s walking towards you, slowly but surely.

“i need to finish the concluding notes for the metagenomic analysis,”

“i could finish that for you in like–”

“–its not your job, na–”

“–you’re right,” his voice is closer and before you can turn behind you feel his warm breath on your neck, his lightly-chapped lips tracing where your neck meets your shoulder.

your eyes flutter under as his lips traverse delivering light butterfly wing-delicate kisses down your shoulder. not again.

the thing about working with a self-proclaimed (and real-world-proven) genius is that nothing escapes him. the fact that you’ve been seeing someone, albeit casually, has not gone out of his notice when you return to the co-working area of his apartment in the city smelling of a not-unfamiliar musk.

joel miller. nathan does not know how you met him or how you’ve come across him and apparently have a weekly rendezvous with him but he’s surprised most of all how joel miller of all people has been convinced to set up shop in new york city. that’s what drew them closer to each other, the fact that both preferred an isolated cabin, kept to their own work and were really attracted to each other despite casually dating other people. they had a good run and when they parted ways it was just that: parting ways. sombre, succinct and sexy.

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gentle, even when you're not trying to be • harry castillo x reader

characters: harry castillo x fem!bestfriend!reader

synopsis: just because you're good friends doesn't mean you know everything about eachother. (sometimes you don't even know everything about yourself.)

word count: 798

part 1/3

"so did you sleep with him or.."

this question comes from harry just as she has taken the biggest bite of her slice, and she chews for a minute and thirty holding her finger up for him to wait to tell him exactly that.

"you waited to ask a question like that just when i've taken the biggest bite of this slice?" an unimpressed look with a sideways head tilt.

harry's head dips just in quest for an answer, eyebrows raised as if to say, well?

"no i did not sleep with your extremely successful, incredibly kind and funny, and not to mention, hot as bones," she does a faux roll of her eyes as she says this, "coworker who's also an outspoken feminist and a strong advocate and volunteer for the lgbtq+ community." a dramatic sigh as she leans against the couch.

"perfect for you," harry adds, not without a tinge of envy in his voice.

she notices.

she does not acknowledge it because she cannot trust her brain these days. her brain, which, in recent times, does things like want (and oh how much it wants!) to kiss her dearest, closest friend when he smiles at her across the room as he makes her coffee when she's at his place first thing in the morning, debriefing her date the previous night. her brain, which, has the evil and very wrong urge to coil her index finger around the soft yet pronounced curl at the apex of his temple, not to fix it but to say i'm glad you're here. she is sure that is not a friend urge. her brain that, despite trying so very carefully to not, flashed the image of the only person who has held her tight as she had a particularly nerve-wracking bout of nerves, as she goodnight-kissed that very person's colleague after a great first date.

she is in deep trouble. therefore, she does not trust her brain.

"at the very least, it makes me happy that you had a good time," harry adds, supportive even when it aches him to be so.

as she reaches for one of two slices left in the pizza box, harry's fingers are already unwittingly working her drooping longsleeve up her arm and cuffing it at her elbow. he's done this enough times for it to be a reflex.

he's done this enough times for it to become a habit.

she wonders what harry is thinking about as she betrays the trust between them, the sanctity of friendship as she imagines raking her fingers through his curls.

does she know how beautiful she looks when she’s tired from the day and her eyes are drooping with sleep?

harry often finds himself having thoughts such as these and hates himself for not expressing them. but he did say he would ‘be a pal and let me set you up, huh’ like an absolute idiot when inspiration struck him just because he hit it off with a matchmaker, lucy, at a wedding.

his gaze shifts to the skyline behind her. they are both sat on the floor of his living room where she deemed it comfiest with their backs to the couch, her fingers picking at the crust of the pizza and her stare cemented somewhere between the tv and the bookshelves. she’s slowly trying to come back to herself and harry gives her a minute for it.

harry loses himself in the skyline. when they first met, she was new to new york city and spoke to him about art and what people owe each other as humans at length for 25 minutes before realising that she had mistaken him for someone else. she apologised, appreciative of his understanding hmms and tell me more about thats. he only replied with “i have a feeling we’re going to be good friends for a while.”

the feeling held true and good friends they were. within three months they were recommending each other books and wines and girlfriends and boyfriends and they put shame to the phrase ‘they were fast friends.’

no, harry and y/n knew each other, truly knew each other, and though neither had acknowledged it for the first year or so, the cake she brought him uncannily enough on the same date as the fundraising gala they met at a year ago said ‘i have a feeling we’re going to be good friends for a while (or something like that).’

now, he has seen her in almost every mood and knows how to interpret each micro-twitch of her face.

she is now looking at him, her expression curious and...sad?

he has seen her in almost every mood and knows how to interpret each micro-twitch of her face. 

well, except for that one.

[michellejonesgf]

Hey there 🌍💙

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7:36pm • tashi duncan x best friend!reader

characters: tashi duncan x reader

synopsis: they're in tashi's room, eating donuts.

word count: 1008

warnings: none

part 1

art’s going to get the talking to of his lifetime if tashi ever catches hold of him. not in a weird way because who the hell asks out their mutual best friend like that? (there’s only room for one friend to catch feelings for the other in their tiny, very-curious homoerotic quartet, and art’s already fulfilled his quota.)

tashi looks at her and her eyes crinkle as she cringes, physically, talking about art’s leap of faith and—

“–he’s really interested in ‘exploring our dynamic beyond friendship’ whatever that means?” followed by a huge bite of the jelly-filled donut that leaves a glob of blue in the corner of her mouth. tashi’s eyes zero in on it.

chewing and pacing around the not-so-spacious room, “i mean, you know how much i love friendships blossoming into something different but i really did not see arthur donaldson being one of those, i mean,” a deep breath, more quick chewing, “do you even think its a proper ask out? or is he just bored, i mean,” her hand tucks a wayward strand behind her ear, “remember the time we watched that movie and the two best friends got together, do you think he’s just fixated on that?”

shit.

if tashi said anything now, is that what she would think? a disingenuous confession that would lead to an ephemeral relationship all because of post-teenage young-adulthood folly?

“i think art wouldn’t do that to you,” damn her need to keep her friends happy, “art’s an idiot but not that kind.”

“i guess,” the side of her mouth scrunches up to one side. the jelly side.

tashi wants to kiss that soupçon of blueberry jelly off of the corner of her mouth. she cannot focus on much else.

“can i?” her arm extends out before she can fully detail and her thumbs swipes at the corner, her forefinger taking refuge under her jaw. removing the sticky residue, her thumb stops moving and tashi’s eyes shift from the corner to her eyes and linger before they can move away. her curious eyes follow tashi’s and she gives tashi a small smile, thanks for getting that. but they both look for a little too long—too long for a thank you, too long for an appreciative acknowledgement. her smile falters, she swallows a slightly-growing lump in her throat. her breath becomes shallow and her eyes flicker between tashi’s eyes and lips. did she have something on her lips too? donut crumbs, maybe chocolate. out of the instinct to mirror, tashi’s gaze flicks to her lips and she doesn’t even know it and she’s leaning in, but ever so slowly. they both are.

y/n thinks of the times that she leaned against tashi’s shoulder during movie night with the four of them—an unsettling feeling in her stomach making her reckon with the fact that she wants to kiss her best friend—especially the last time when the heating in their apartment was broken and tashi wrapped a hoodie’d arm around her, pulling her closer. tashi’s arm felt like a personal heater in itself, she didn’t know what to say for the first 15 minutes of the film, missed them entirely, eyes staring off into the distance thinking about a reality where this is what they always do, under a different guise, of course, and about how she’d almost felt terrible for taking advantage of a cuddle with her best friend because she was touch-starved. she’s staring into tashi’s eyes she seems to suddenly recall that the touchstarved-ness (gesundheit) did not seem to hit when patrick hugged her exaggeratedly to demonstrate how handsy his last date had been—hands on the centre of her lower back, palm engulfing her face, thumb slowly grazing her jaw, patrick’s hazel-blue-brown eyes. why hadn’t she felt anything then?

she’s feeling everything now, she notices tashi leaning in, too. something in her chest doesn’t make her too sanguine about this experience, does tashi feel bad for her? is it why she’s doing any of this? was it even a good idea to talk to her about this, what if all of this is so weird?

if only they were more confident in their dealings because this coyness, this delicate dance is what’s going to cost them—

—a phone rings with a teenage insouciance towards this sensitive, precious moment that is debatable to ever be recovered ever again. the magic isn’t entirely gone but in its current absence there is definitely a tension than pulls them closer then apart, as if leaving space for the moment that almost was.

“it’s, um, art,” she says, accepting the call and putting it on speaker, “hey art, what’s up?”

“oh, hi, i’m, um, outside your dorm if you want to walk and talk about, stuff,” comes a static-voiced art.

the date is now?, mouths a confused tashi, eyebrows scrunched in concern as much as in frustration.

god, no, y/n reveals and tashi finds solace in the fact that her answer is tinged with relief.

“yeah, i’ll be outside in 5! see you,” the line disconnects and she already walking around the room gathering her bag and jacket and before she can leave, she turns around, squeezes tashi’s hand, “i’ll see you tomorrow, okay? love you, bye.”

her skin on her hand shifts tashi’s focus entirely, she’s no longer bothered by art’s sudden confidence boost or what happens when y/n will go. her plaguing thoughts about their friendship is a distant worry, and from this distance it isn’t a worry at all, its a small boat, a canoe, passing through this clear, peaceful stream, transforming into something lighter as it passes. tashi sees her turn around but in this moment they are not in her room: they are y/n and tashi, closer than tashi could ever imagine being to a person. they are y/n and tashi, painting each other’s nails as clairo plays in the background.

the door’s almost closed when tashi gathers her thoughts and returns to their current realm, “love you.”

[michellejonesgf]

Hi 💔

I’m sorry if this message feels sudden—I truly don’t want to bother anyone. I’m Areej, a 27-year-old English teacher and writer from Gaza 🇵🇸, and I’m reaching out because my family is in desperate need of help.

The war has taken everything. We’ve lost our home 🏚, and we live each day under the constant threat of bombing and starvation 🥀. I’m trying to evacuate my family—my parents, siblings, two small children, a newborn , and my sister who is deaf —to Egypt, where we hope to find safety 🕊️.

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[michellejonesgf]

Hi there,

I’m reaching out with a quiet hope in my heart. These days are heavy, and my family is living through a reality filled with uncertainty—but I’m still here, doing my best to hold on and keep going.

If you have a moment, please check out my pinned post.

A simple share could help it reach someone who might be able to make a difference.

If you’re able to give, even the smallest kindness can bring light into the darkest places.

Your time, your voice, your compassion — it all matters more than you know.

With deep gratitude,

@nadinfamily

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[michellejonesgf]

7:05pm • tashi duncan x fem!reader

characters: tashi duncan x bestfriend!f!reader

synopsis: it's 7:05pm and the urge is strong.

word count: 387

warnings: none

it's 7:05pm on the digital clock on her bedstand, more dishevelled than it's ever been—2 old empty cups with now-dry chamomile tea bags, wallet, keys, papers in a see-through orange file, the paperweight her best friend gave her, 2 lip balm tubes, and her best friend's perfume— and not likely to be cleared out anytime soon, when she has the all-consuming urge to just pick up the phone and tell her.

she's tried meditating through it, thinking and journaling it through each of her phases of being busy, being free, being happy, being frustrated, being content—understanding if its extrinsic factors influencing this decision more than her. if it's just a surface-level yet persistant desire that had arisen from watching that movie about two best friends falling in love or patrick talking about his newest date and him totally clicking on a such a level that we haven't even slept together but i want to see him again.

its not just hormones, its not an unfulfilled teenage wish. its not because for a while she'd been too busy to have an active social life and its not because she's finally gotten some free time before work begins in full swing in 2 weeks.

tashi duncan is in love with her best friend.

she's woken out of her reverie when her room door opens after a series on knocks that she's missed because she's reckoning with the fact that she's pathetically in love with the person behind the door.

"tashi," hair messed up from the hat that she's now placing on tashi's dresser drawer and a smile so warm that tashi jealously does not want anyone else to be subject to, "i missed you so much, and i know it's only been, what, 30 hours but i had to get these donuts for you, and that's not an excuse at all." a cheeky smile accompanies the statement, arms forward to, surely, crush tashi in a hug that she will think about long after they have departed.

"you know you don't need an excuse to see me," tashi closes her eyes, sinking into the hug. "although, donuts are a pretty good one."

"also weird thing happened to me: art kind of asked me out on a date?"

tashi wonders if she's going to emotionally survive this friendship.