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" what, you egg? he stabs him. " 18 || unstable & touch deprived

[fanonical]

i wish fanfic wasn't something seen by the media as being weird and gross and it's so funny that someone would write that. it's like, oh no, some internet people are writing stories about stories. stop the presses. that's such a strange thing to do.

[yoichiris]

better than letting go | nagi seishiro x reader

✩ accidental sugar daddy nagi ✩ pro-player!nagi, roommates au, angst to fluff, heavy pining, miscommunication

"just go live with nagi," reo says offhandedly, "if you clean up after him, he'll let you stay there forever."

you open your mouth to refute the suggestion, because reo knows how you feel about nagi, knows you couldn't possibly stay in an enclosed space with him hours on day on end without jumping him... but before you do, nagi himself interrupts.

"i'm okay with that," he replies in his usual laid-back voice.

you glare at him because you think he sounds more excited about the cleaning part.

"you're going to be homeless," reo shrugs, "why not?"

you return your glare at reo, "why can't you just house me in one of your billion-dollar properties."

"then i'd have to ask my old man for permission," he waves you off like the asshole he is, "no thanks."

"what's wrong with living with me?" nagi wonders, and you hate him for acting like he wants to live with you so badly.

"look, just clean nagi's dirty underwear for the next year while you finish your degree and you won't have to worry about a thing," reo explains, as if there aren't other factors like your five-year infatuation with nagi, and maybe the fact that nagi lives like he doesn't know what a vacuum does.

you sigh, thinking about the end of your lease and the astronomical increase in rent incoming, and how much you don't want to work your stupid part-time job, and give in.

of course it's not that bad. all you had to do was keep your feelings to yourself.

"nagi," you hiss, "nagi, wake up, you're going to be late!"

he only stirs, covers tucked under his chin, as if he's hiding from you. you inch the door wider, stepping into his room hesitantly. he doesn't even make a move.

"nagi," you whine, crouching at the side of his bed.

he makes a sound of acknowledgment but keeps his eyes closed, so you sit cross-legged on the floor, watching his sleeping form. he's so cute like this, you think, yearning.

it's been a week since you moved in with nagi. in a lot of ways, he's exactly what you thought he would be like in private: he's rarely home, and when he is, he's quiet.

you thought he would spend more time in his room, under the covers, but you realize quickly he's furnished his couch with the coziest throw and likes to curl under there when he is home.

it makes your heart warm when you come home to see nagi, his toes sticking out from underneath the blanket, waiting for you to eat dinner.

"...what time is it?" you hear him mumble.

your heart skips a beat when he opens his eyes, groggy with sleep, and touches your arm. you sigh shakily.

"too late," you smile softly at him, "i'll prep your pre-workout so you can take it with you, okay?"

"thanks," he tells you, his voice raspy.

he smiles back at you and reaches out, poking you in the forehead. when you feel his fingers touch your skin, you think you'll drop dead right there.

"are you gonna move out after you graduate?" reo asks, nine months into your arrangement.

you've been avoiding even thinking about it. you're busy with graduation, you justify to yourself, you don't have time to look for a new place yet.

"hm?" you hum innocently, "i dunno. haven't had time to think about it."

"nagi asked me 'bout it," he mentions casually, and you freeze. is he counting the days down until you leave?

you and nagi have settled into a daily routine: you wake him up, he goes to practice, you study after class, and when he comes back late at night, he hangs out with you for an hour before he has to sleep. mostly, you and nagi sit on either end of the couch, sharing the cozy throw, and read manga.

it's lulled you into a false sense of security, you think.

"oh," is all you manage to say. maybe he finds you bothersome? maybe he wants his own space back?

reo hits you over the head, lightly. "what's that face for? it's been going good living with nagi, right?"

and it was. it was everything you had dreamed of, and it shocked you how well you got along with nagi. you think of how, in early mornings when both of you (mostly you) are rushing out the door, bumping hips in the kitchen, even then it seems like you were working together.

"yep," you reply, sipping your iced coffee, "too good."

reo takes a bite of his food, and suggests, "maybe you two should just keep living together. you can split rent or something."

"can't rely on nagi forever," you protest.

"why not?" he says, just like he did when he had first suggested this whole thing, "isn't that what you want?"

you kick him under the table, angry that he was bringing your feelings up now. yes, you want to scream, it is. but nothing has changed between you and nagi, nothing at all.

you're always trying to keep your feelings in check: when he peers over your shoulder as you're cooking, the warmth of his body hot asgainst yours. or how adorable he looks when he comes out of the shower, his shaggy hair falling over his eyes, his face shiny. those are the times your feelings want to burst.

"just talk to nagi about it," reo nudges. you're not sure if he's talking about the housing or the feelings.

you're curled up with nagi on the couch when you muster the courage to say anything. your legs are touching his under the blanket, and you feel as if that might connect you to him.

there's a month left until you graduate, which is absolutely not enough time for you to find a place to live, but you were scared. you hear the victory sounds of nagi's mobile game, so you decide now's better than never.

"so," you start, and his gaze drifts over to you, "i haven't really found a new place to live yet."

it's quiet. "s'okay," nagi mumbles, not even looking up from his phone, "you can move out whenever."

well, at least that answers your question on whether or not he wants you to move out. at least he wasn't pushing you out the door, you tell yourself.

you don't know what else to say. do you want me to leave so badly? you want to ask. can't i stay with you? you think, desperate. but those words don't leave your mouth.

"are you coming to my graduation?" you ask lightly, and regret it when you realize that you've opened yourself up again.

he shrugs. "dunno my prac schedule yet, but reo's going right?" he replies, as if reo could replace him.

you feel cold despite the blanket, and sink deeper into the couch, feeling drained. from the corner of your eye, you see nagi tapping away at his phone, signaling to you that he's still deep in his game. you take your legs away, knowing he wouldn't even notice.

"yep," you say and awkwardly crawl out of your warm spot on the couch. "i'm gonna go to bed first, nagi."

"g'night," he replies, finally looking up as you pass him with your head bowed. he watches you walk back to your room, and doesn't take his eyes off of you until you close the door behind you.

you eventually begged reo to find you an empty unit in one of his father's rental properties.

he had been insistent you just talk to nagi, as if he knew something you didn't, but you had to explain that you did, and nagi had no objections to you moving out, and you weren't going to wait until he shoved you out the door to move on.

it has been so awkward since that small conversation you'd had with nagi. maybe it was you, feeling out of place, like you had reached a point of no return.

waking him up in the mornings were now rushed, gently pushing him awake and scurrying off before he was fully awake. leaving his pre-workout on the counter instead of handing it to him. sitting at the kitchen table under the guise of studying instead of curling up on the couch with him.

it's not that he'd changed, you knew, it's that you couldn't keep playing pretend with your feelings anymore.

you hear the front door click as nagi walks into the apartment.

"hey," he says, pushing open the door to your room, "i'm home."

you turn from your position at the front of your closet, where you were just about to take out your suitcase. "oh, hey," you reply lamely, "welcome home."

he hovers, something he's never really done, as if he knows you have something to say, as if he had something to say. the words were stuck in your throat.

"reo told me you're moving out," nagi finally tells you.

traitor, you curse at reo. "uh, yeah," you smile tightly, "i didn't want to keep bothering you, so..."

"you're not bothering me," he replies, maybe a little too quickly, but you don't notice.

there's another silence. what else can you say?

"you don't have to leave," nagi continues, "i don't mind if you stay here."

but do you want me to stay? you want to ask. the way he says it so casually, as if it didn't matter whether you stayed or not, only solidified your decision to be away from him. at least then you could just be his friend without delusions of sharing a life with him so intimately.

"nah," you try to keep your voice steady, "it's probably better this way."

"i like living with you, though," nagi shuffles his hair uncomfortably as he says it.

you laugh, maybe a little bitterly, "because i cook and clean for you?"

"no," he says quickly, looking flustered, "no, i just like it when you're here."

but why? you want to scream. your heart pounds, because you feel like you're close to something, but at the same time it feels so far. sometimes you're convinced that he knows about your feelings, that sometimes you two are talking about them even though the topic is unrelated.

"it was nice," you settle on saying, as if it wasn't life changing, "but i can afford living on my own now."

"i don't want you to leave," nagi almost sounds like he's whining, and your heart skips another beat.

"why not?" you say, frustrated, breathless, "we can't just keep living together forever."

"what if i want to?" he says, and you feel like the conversation has become out of control.

your mind is racing. what is happening right now, you try to breathe through your nose. what is he talking about right now, you try to ask yourself.

"nagi—" you stop yourself, trying to get a grip, "what are you saying?"

you're looking at him now and you're surprised by the determination in his eyes. it's what he looks like when he's really focused, like he is when he plays soccer.

"i want to live with you forever," he declares, sounding defiant, as if that wasn't what you wanted.

but you're not sure what it means. you only know that five years is a long time to be holding onto your feelings.

"i don't understand," you mumble, staring at the floor, quieter than before, "i love you, nagi. not as a friend. so no, i can't just live with you forever."

you feel him before you see him, his body towering over you. when you look up, he's pouting. he puts his hand on top of your head, gentle, warm.

"why do you look so sad," he wonders, as if he hadn't heard what you just said, "that's why i want to live with you forever, dummy."

you wake up to nagi wrapped around you.

"sei," you groan, turning in his arms to look at his sleeping face, "you're heavy."

he mutters, groggy, incoherent, and you can't help but press a kiss to his nose. his hair is falling all over his face, but your eyes memorize every slope. he squeezes you harder.

"why are you awake so early," he mutters, nudging your chest with his head, "it's my day off."

you soothe your hand down his bare back, feeling the tight muscles underneath your fingers. he works so hard, and his days off are so rare. you wiggle some more, to loosen his arms.

"i know," you smile, "but let me go make breakfast, kay? i'm hungry."

he shakes his head and whines. "no," he refuses, "just go back to sleep."

you relax, unable to tell him no. mornings with nagi often go like this, except that you usually have enough self-control to get him up. but sometimes, you remember what it was like wanting him so bad, that now you remind yourself to enjoy it.

as a partner, nagi is clingy, vulnerable. but he's also determined, and sometimes, the intensity with which he wants you catches you off guard.

"y/n," he calls, his breath hot against your neck, "i'm happy you're here."

you close your eyes, nodding. "me, too."

[bundibird]

"It wasnt the real mona lisa bc the real mona lisa was painted on wood and thats clearly canvass" versus "It was the real Mona Lisa, just suspend your disbelief for a second" --- fam. Both options are good. Both options are great.

Either it was the real mona lisa, in which case, Miles Bron is a murdering idea-stealing phony who will be forever known as the guy who destroyed THEE mona lisa, and there is absolutely no coming back from that ----

OR, it was a fake, bc the museum was like "lmfao this joker thinks we'd loan him the ACTUAL mona lisa? Ahahahahaha" in which case, there's all the initial press coverage of the explosion and the shitty fuel and the murders and then the revelation that THEE MONA LISA was destroyed on Miles Bron's watch, and all of that plays out across the media, and THEN!!! the Lourve gets to step forward saying "dont worrry guys. We never gave him the real painting. We didn't trust him with it. We gave him a fake and he never noticed," which the media would have a FIELD DAY with, because it's like the resurrection of Jesus only with a painting, instead of a person, and also, the whole thing is funny as FUCK, bc they gave him a fake and he didnt notice, and also-also, clearly the Lourve was ahead of the curve when it came to recognising Miles' stupidity, and it'll stay in the media for WEEKS, that Miles was conned by the lourve and clearly they were right to trick him because LOOK WHAT HAPPENED to the fake Mona lisa, PLUS of course all the rest of the stuff like the 2 murders and the hydrogen fuel and the idea theft and etc.

Like?? There's no losing here. Both options are great. If it was real, then he'll never live it down, and if it was fake, he'll never live it down. Either way: fantastic

[lunaite]

benoit blanc had the right idea with his version of swearing. the comedic genius of saying things like ‘fiddlesticks’ and ‘lord help us’ is enough in itself, but paired with the occasional ‘MOTHERFUCKING SHITBALLS’ at the exact right moment, i am truly enraptured. i will begin using this method immediately

[manuciruja]

One of the things I love in Glass Onion is Benoit Blanc, the world's gratest detective, being absolute shit at mystery games like Among Us or Clue. Not only because it's just fun and ironic, but because it's an AMAZING form of characterization and to show why he really loves doing this cases. Sure, he likes the thrill of solving the mystery, but if that was it then he would have pointed out the blood on Marta's shoe immediately, or he wouldn't have encouraged Helen to blow up Miles' stuff.

No, the real reason Benoit does these cases is because he loves helping people, and you just don't get that experience in those mistery games. He loves being able to give Marta the little push she needs to stand up to Harlan's family. He loves giving Helen enough courage to call out the "disrupters" on the awful way they treated her sister so they too can have enough courage to finally say no to Miles.

This is shown perfectly in one of the earlier scenes in the movie in which Blanc loses Among Us and goes "Wait, so she caught me...and now the game is over?". Like, sure he could solve the mistery but those games will never give him the experience of helping others with their problems that he gets with real cases. That's why he hates them.

[nicostiel]

Glass Onion Parallels (insp)

[not-so-rosyyy]

Knives Out (2019) and Glass Onion (2022) having the two main leads as an iconic gay detective and a working class woman/ of color whose combo is so menacingly whipsmart and fun they turn rich people games in on its head eventually leading to said rich people's downfall is the most based thing about these movies

edit: yeah, yeah i know ana is a white cuban, that's why i put the "/" at the end of "woman"

[nicostiel]

#world’s gayest detective

[fushigushy]

talk to me about subby boys you cowards (affectionate)

[i-seeaspaceshipinthe-sky]

[requested] Klaus + acting like a cat

[dykes-deactivated20200607]

kids who have overprotective and overcontrolling parents and know how to lie on the spot vs kids who don’t

[niggette]

YES

[lilyvonpseudonym]

If we can be serious for a moment: This is what overprotective overcontrolling parents teach you to do. They do not teach you restraint, or how to protect yourself, or anything other than how to lie. We’ve been coming to this confrontation with Dr. Maheswaran for some time, because somewhere along the line, her actions taught Connie that if she discovered a beautiful, fantastic new world, where magic is real and possible and she is strong and independent and a warrior, her parents would take it away from her. NEVER let your children believe that you are going to take their passions away from them. Never do this. Your children are your responsibility, yes, and you should try to keep them safe, but they are also human beings, and they have a RIGHT to interact with the world. If you use your authority to make them afraid to do so- Or worse, to make them feel like doing so is shameful and they have to lie about it- all you are doing is hurting them and training them to lie.

[puddincakes]

^^^ THAT RIGHT THERE ^^^^^ THAT IS WHAT I’M REBLOGING THIS FOR

[wickedcriminal]

the same picture

[megshrm]

"the unholy offspring of lightning and death itself"

bro its just a BIG CAT

[baisleyarts]

I refuse to believe that a boy with a metal leg, sitting on a saddle with metal bits, riding a dragon that could summon lightning has never been struck by lightning soooo...yuh

[suyacho]

Hi everyone, my birthday is in september so I thought, why not drop a subby boys collab? I mean who doesn’t love them? It’s obviously a NSFW collab, so minors DNI.

The theme is obviously subby boys, what exactly does that mean? Have a male character being a subby bitch for you, that’s it.

reblog this after i add you onto this post.

STATUS: accepting | CLOSED

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[april-avenue-archiving]

calling all the subby boys 🗣🗣

[meanautisticenbian]

Hi, if you care about us Autistic folks then please boost this

[rootbeergoddess]

....yeah can we signal boost the hell out of this?

[optimisticbananaharmony-deactiv]

can someone write an id? damn thing wont load

[brainsunrelated]

[ID: Paigelayle, an ND tiktok star is taking.

Stop scrolling! I'm gonna need y'all to boost this one.

(background changes to Mark Robers recent video, The Truth About My Son)

I don't know if you guys know but recently Mark Rober made a video about his son being autistic.

The video is not that great but what's worse is that him and Jimmy Kimmel & all these celebrities and more (shows a list of various other celebrities such as Mark Hamill, MrBeast and Maya Rudolph) are hosting a fundraiser to go towards an organization called NEXT for Autism.

The organization funds autism hate groups like autism speaks, funds aba therapy and work towards preventing autism, aka parental screening for autism, aka aborting specifically autistic babies, aka eugenics.

Despite the autistic community being really upset about this, only a few celebrities have pulled out and so far they've raised almost a million dollars. So we're making our own!

On the same day, April 30th from 4pm to 12am EST a bunch of my autistic tiktok friends and more and I will be hosted by backspectrum on a twitch livestream donation event dedicated to ASAN, an organization we actually like!

I personally will be guesting from 8-9pm.

We may not raise a million dollars but we really want to raise awareness and raise our voices. We are sick of Nuerotypicals talking over us! We deserve to call the shots on our own disorder! Please consider donated and please spread the word, we hope to see you there! END ID]