i like imagining that makoto and kusuke are tangentially Aware of each other’s existence due to both being extremely famous people, but that neither care enough to actually look into who the other person is. so one day they meet at some event (maybe they’re giving kusuke a nobel peace prize and makoto is there for Reasons or something. or maybe kusuke is designing the pyrotechnics they’re using as special effects in makoto’s new movie) and get to talking and realize. oh my god. this is the most annoying, abrasive, creepy weirdo i’ve ever met. i hate this guy. then they go home to cyberstalk google each other and realize their siblings are friends and immediately begin having some of the craziest celebrity beef of all time. nobody can figure out why celebrated british scientist Dr. Kusuke Saiki is suddenly shit-talking japanese pop idol Mugami Toru to the press, and furthermore, why Mugami Toru seems to hate him just as much, if not more.
then one day, seemingly out of the blue, they get photographed kissing at a private expensive resort by paparazzi and the media lose it
Nile slid up to the table across from Nicky, palms smacking the wood loudly as she leaned forward. “So, Christmas.”
Nicky didn’t even look up from his work. “You’ll have more fun with Andy.”
“Andy?” Nile asked dubiously.
“Mhm.”
“The Andy who scoffs at organized religion because she used to be worshipped as a god, that Andy?”
“The very same.”
“Not that I think you’re lying but you understand why I’m skeptical, right?”
Nicky took a breath and looked up at her, leaning on one elbow. “Andy is a pragmatic hedonist who’s spent lifetimes in the far north—midwinter and solstice celebrations of all sorts are burned into her soul as times for hot food, strong drink, and good company kept around the fire. I, meanwhile, am semi-lapsed medieval clergy with a bone to pick with God.”
Nile blinked a couple times. “…point taken. How’s Booker?”
“Depressed but readily motivated by mulled wine and fonder of festive chintz than he likes to let on.”
“Cool, thanks.”
You know when you're checking out a new fandom and you stumble across a writer/artist you loved in a previous fandom and it feels like running into a childhood friend at a bar
Also what the fuck was the im sorry dance. They really just did that and there was no further context. One of them said "do a silly little jig for my forgiveness" one day and they both just. Committed. What is wrong with them I wanna study them under a microscope
I listened to Deviser this week, which is a sci-fi horror podcast about what happens when bad literary analysis goes unchecked
Oscar : Happy that Arthur doesn't judge him for trying to kill a priest with a hammer when he was twelve
Arthur : Ate someone once
Chuuya : I fucking love you, dazai.
Dazai :
Chuuya : *flustered* F-fuck, I meant loathe. I hate you. VEry much. Fuck me- yOU. Fuck You. I meant loathe. I fucking loathe you.
Chuuya :
Dazai :
Kaji : *jumps out of nearby bush* HE MEANT "LOVE".
Dazai, smugly : You meant "love".
Chuuya : *defeated* I meant "love".
My controversial truth is that Robin is a top and Steve's a bottom.
Nonverbal communication :0
Among other things, Howl’s Moving Castle provides AMAZING representation for the girlies who take too long in the bathroom. Like, what do you mean 30 minutes is a long shower? Mr. Howl Jenkins Pendragon spends a MINIMUM of 2 hours a day in the bathroom getting ready. You can’t rush beauty fr
Y’know, sometimes you just want to fuck a TV. And you know who doesn’t ask questions? Tumblr. Tumblr fucks that TV with you.
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