#Interative Mirrors

[kishorxox]

Smart Mirrors Market Size, Share & Report Trends 2025

Meticulous Research®—a leading global market research company, published a research report titled, ‘Smart Mirrors Market by Offering (Hardware, Software, Services), Installation Type (Wall Mounted, Free-Styled), Application (Automotive, Healthcare, Residential, Retail, Media & Entertainment, Corporate) and Geography - Global Forecast to 2032.’

The global smart mirrors market is projected to reach $8.85 billion by 2032, at a CAGR of 16.4% from 2025 to 2032. The growth of this market is attributed to smart mirrors being an alternative to convex mirrors for enhanced safety features in the automobile sector, the rising need for home security, and the shift of the retail industry from traditional to digital. However, security breach of confidential and personal data restrains market growth. The growing Industry 4.0 adoption to offer lucrative opportunities and untapped potential in the Asia-Pacific region is expected to create significant opportunities for this market. However, a lack of awareness about smart mirrors and higher cost than ordinary mirrors pose challenges to market growth.

The global smart mirrors market is segmented by offering, installation type, application, and geography. The study also evaluates industry competitors and analyses the regional and country-level markets.

Key Players

The key players profiled in the global smart mirrors market study include Japan Display Inc. (Japan), Gentex Corporation (U.S.), Magna International Inc. (Canada), Harman International Industries, Incorporated (U.S.), Murakami Corporation (Japan), Ficosa Internacional SA (Spain), Mirrocool, Inc. (U.S.), Electric Mirror, Inc. (U.S.), ad notam AG (Germany), Dirror (Germany), Seymour Powell Limited (U.K.), Alke (Italy), HILO Solutions, Inc. (Canada), Evervue USA Inc. (U.S.) and Séura (U.S.).

Based on offering, the global smart mirrors market is segmented into hardware, software, and services. In 2025, the hardware segment is expected to account for the largest share of the global smart mirrors market. The hardware segment includes displays, cameras, and sensors, along with connectivity and audio components, which form a major share of the cost of the complete smart mirror system. The smart mirror offers a platform for shoppers to try on new clothes, check the sizes or varieties of clothes in a store, and share information related to the tried clothes on social media platforms. Smart rear-view mirrors are being increasingly utilized to enhance safety in cars and reduce complications of camera systems. Smart rear-view mirrors for automotive applications can work normally even in the event of poor weather conditions with minimum obstructions to drivers. Unlike conventional mirrors, electric mirrors utilized in vehicles have the features of auto-adjusting their displays under different light intensities and thus provide better assistance to drivers under all weather conditions. These features make mirror technology irreplaceable. As automotive and retail continue to grow, this will create lucrative opportunities for smart mirror hardware in the coming years.

Based on installation type, the global smart mirrors market is segmented into wall-mounted and free-styled. In 2025, the wall-mounted segment is expected to account for the larger share of the global smart mirrors market. The growing consumer preference for wall-mounted smart mirrors over free-standing mirrors is influencing the growth of the segment. Free-standing mirrors are more likely to fall or topple over, whereas wall-mounted mirrors are significantly less likely to do so. Furthermore, as smart mirrors are more expensive than regular mirrors, buyers are more cautious about choosing wall-mounted smart mirrors. These are installed on the wall, saving space by freeing up the floor area and improving the overall appearance of a room. Such mirrors are space-saving alternatives, thereby, demand for wall-mounted smart mirrors is gaining traction.

Based on application, the global smart mirrors market is segmented into automotive, healthcare, residential, hospitality, retail, media & entertainment, corporate, and other applications. In 2025, the retail segment is expected to account for the largest share of the smart mirrors market. The large share of the segment is attributed to their ability to enhance customer experiences, improve engagement, and provide valuable data for businesses. These devices offer various functionalities that cater to different industries, transforming the way businesses interact with customers. In the retail sector, smart mirrors are used in stores to create interactive and immersive shopping experiences, enabling customers to virtually try on clothing, accessories, and makeup. This technology enhances customer convenience, reduces return rates, and boosts sales. Thereby, the potential growth of the retail sector is likely to create lucrative opportunities for the segment in the coming years.

Based on geography, the global smart mirrors market is segmented into North America, Europe, Asia-Pacific, Latin America, and the Middle East & Africa. In 2025, North America is expected to account for the largest share of the smart mirrors market. The large share of this market is attributed to the customers' awareness of AI developments and its application in smart mirrors. As of present, integrating smart speakers such as Alexa into these mirrors increases their popularity at residencies across North America. Moreover, growing investments, strategic developments, and increasing new entrants in the market space are driving the market growth. As technology advances, smart mirrors are likely to offer even more novel capabilities and become more widespread in people's daily lives.

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[gabrielsantar]

it’s truly what warhammer is missing the most re: primarchs. it’s boring if they all like each other, and it’s boring if they all hate each other; there should be an extremely complicated system of primarch relationships in which at least two of them fucking hate each other but sometimes have to tolerate each other because they all have a bestie in common

[fruiteggsaladit]

First voice (me): I wanna think and reflect on Yusuke and only Yusuke or perhaps Kuwameshi and only Kuwameshi--

Second voice (me): Well see that's impossible because we need to talk about everyone in the cast because by definition of this writing a protagonist is the rough amalgamation of the mission statement and the characters surrounding them are to foil/compliment and thus further strengthen that statement but most pressingly we have to talk about Keiko, we have to talk about Botan, and we have to talk about Atsuko, we have to talk about Genkai, they are in fact obligatory reading before we can even begin to talk about Yusuke or Kuwameshi not only for how they impact and influence the narrative and flourish its themes but also for how misogyny and gender essentialism entrench them from the development they were supposed to achieve--

A third voice (me): Is this performative feminism am I just mentioning the girls because I think it's too quiet without them

A fourth voice (me): No, think about the video essays that only talk about Yusuke and mention jack shit about the girls/women and how they impact him if anything this is to make up for that number, you're feeling "it's so quiet" for a reason don't fall to the enemy!!!

A fifth voice: it's gonna be

[townpostin]

Kasidih High School Hosts FOTOGRAFÍA 2024, Celebrates World Photography Day

KHS Photography Club’s second inter-school contest showcases young visual talent; 18 schools participate. In celebration of World Photography Day, Kasidih High School’s Photography Club successfully organized the second edition of their inter-school photography contest, FOTOGRAFÍA 2024 – The Second Shot! JAMSHEDPUR – Kasidih High School’s Photography Club, under the guidance of Miss Shania…

[winnie1emon]

✧.* what happens if you see your ex-boyfriend, theodore nott, at a halloween party?

ex!bf!theo x fawn!reader (fem pov)

word count: approx. 2.7k

cw: MDNI!!, smut, dom!theo, innocent!reader, piv, unprotected sex, creampie, tit sucking/fondling, oral sex (f receiving), praise, rekindling

a/n: last minute, sleep deprived, and not proof-read halloween treat ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

You stirred awake as you heard your dorm room's door click shut and saw a glimpse of your roommate's hair disappearing from view. She was undoubtedly headed to the infamous yearly Halloween party in the Room of Requirement.

You had previously declined her offer to go with her, deciding to spend most of your time moping over your ex-boyfriend, Theodore Nott.

Two weeks prior you had your heart broken when you called things off with him. Your peers had convinced you it was the right thing to do at the time as he never paid you any attention, seemingly avoiding you constantly for no good reason, sometimes days at a time. Although you initiated the separation, you wasted no time in mourning the early stages of your relationship; the moments where you would be alone with him, talking to him, kissing him, and the times you guys almost said you loved each other.

You fluffed up your pillows, preparing yourself to lay down and think of Theodore until you slept like you had been doing for the past week when you heard more shuffling outside your dorm room. It seemed like everybody would be attending the Halloween party.

Dreading the idea that he'd probably be wooing someone new, you sat back up and groaned, forcing yourself up onto your feet and into your bathroom. You stared back at yourself in the mirror; puffy-eyed and your nose tinged pink. You felt the sudden urge to go, feeling your time would be better spent seeing a few familiar faces and dancing out your blues.

You had a small problem though.

You vaguely recalled seeing the bustling students leave wearing costumes, but given the spontaneous nature of your new feelings, you had nothing to wear. You tentatively looked around your bathroom and then at your full dorm, hoping for a costume to spawn from thin air. Biting your lip, your eyes landed on a headband of fuzzy deer ears and short plush antlers.

Theodore had bought you the headband in Hogsmeade during your first date as a way to poke fun at your meek demeanor. You contemplated wearing the headband, allowing yourself a quick Halloween if you simply did the makeup. Against your better judgment, you put it on before propping yourself in front of your vanity to do the deer makeup you so saw often on your Pinterest feed. Luckily, your closet consisted of many warm browns with white accents, granting you the ability to not have to freak over finding matching clothing.

You took a final breath before walking out the door, headed towards an evening of branching out.

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Theodore's gaze lingered around the room, his face stoic, as he seemingly tried to look for someone.

"Someone missing his girl?" Draco teased, pinching his cheek.

Shoving him lightly with his shoulder, Theodore turned his face towards his pestering friend. "Don't smudge m'fucking makeup." He groaned inwardly as he saw no sign of you after his eyes finished their fourth round around the room. "I'm not looking for anyone either. Don't got a girl."

"Ohh yeah, we forgot," Lorenzo snorted beside him. Theodore seemed unamused, brushing past him and bumping his shoulder on the way.

"Seems angry," Blaise said, stifling a laugh.

"Would be too if I lost what he did," Draco shrugged.

Theodore Nott stalked around the perimeter of the large crowd, avoiding the large wings and costumes present. He took a swig out of his red solo cup, about to give up before seeing you walk in.

Seeing your face illuminated in the party's dim lighting, his lips parted slightly, soaking in the way you looked so graceful when entering, yet so lost.

Your headband piqued his interest. His brows furrowing, he tilted his head slightly to get a better view. Definitely his.

You walked around the room, the heel of your shoes clicking. You caught a glimpse of someone with their face completely obscured by their skeleton makeup, but there was no mistaking those eyes.

No way were you going to purposefully talk to him, the sting of your breakup still apparent. You headed towards the drinks, acting as if you were in your element when truth be told, you didn't care for drinking. You stood awkwardly at the table, looking for your friends to no avail.

You saw him striding towards you in the corner of your eyes and quickly scattered to an area with a larger crowd. Planning to circle back to the drinks table to throw him off, you weaved through the people, getting small peeks at different costumes; an American cowboy, a devil, and a very strange furry octopus.

You grabbed a red cup from the table, bringing the emptiness to your lips to fake a sip, your eyes scanning the room intensely, relieved that you lost him.

Your heart was beating faster than usual, a small bead of sweat forming on your forehead. You adjusted the headband to not fall off and straightened your top.

Coming was a mistake. The dark lighting made it difficult for you to locate your friends, Theodore was looking as handsome normal as ever, and the room seemed to shrink with each step you took.

A bit jumpy from nervousness, you started to fill a cup of oddly green punch before feeling a large hand clamp down on your wrist. Flinching, you immediately looked at the one responsible and met their piercing blue eyes.

"Avoiding me?" he said.

The way he said it like he didn't really care, only bothering to use two words like you both hadn't been pretending not to stare at each other for two weeks made you uneasy.

Pulling your hand away, you swallowed before answering. "No."

Your voice made him smile, his face clearly finding humor in your denial.

God, he looked so handsome with the skull makeup.

He placed his hands on both of your shoulders, pulling slightly away from you to get a better view of your face. "I missed you. Did you miss me?"

Unconvinced by him, you looked at him suspiciously, your body taut. "No," you said again. Frowning slightly, he dropped his hands to his side and said,

"I'm serious. I really did."

Your face started to heat up and you bit the inside of your cheeks to contain yourself. You knew that if you didn't restrain yourself, you would immediately jump up into his arms and embrace him like old times.

"Okay," you said quietly. "That's cool." You tried to sound casual, pretending like you didn't notice his gaze flickering to your deer ears and antlers.

"I like the uh, the makeup," he complimented you, gesturing towards his own face.

"Same to you. Skull-- very nice." You nodded slowly, unsure of the conversation's direction.

"Thanks. That mine?" he asked you, pointing at your headband.

Turning pink, you gave a small chuckle. "Uh yeah, just you know--" you said dismissively. "No costume..."

"Ah, I see I see. So, you here with someone?"

"No, no I'm not." You felt a bit surprised by his question, it seemed somewhat bold in a way. You both stood around some more, staring at each other and then looking away only to subtly shift your arms together.

"Alright well, I'm gonna ask you again," he suddenly spoke up. "Did you miss me?"

You didn't want to answer him truthfully, yet you didn't want to just lie to him.

"I did."

It seemed as though those two words were all he needed to hear to do what he did next. Immediately moving his hands to your face, he leaned into a kiss, wasting no time in slipping his tongue into your mouth. It was far more different than the kisses you guys shared before, this time it felt like your mouths were on fire and the other person's was water; the only way to extinguish it. Your hands were still at your side, allowing him to do most of the work.

Pulling away, you swallowed thickly, trying to process what had just happened. He gave a small, amused huff before dropping his head down to face the ground as you stood there dazed.

"I don't think we should..." you started, trying to find the words. "Like just not here right...?"

Theodore looked at the lively party and nodded as he looked back at you. "You're right. Let's find someplace else."

He grabbed your hand lightly, walking you out the door, and leaving the party. You weren't sure why, but you let him, trailing behind him, trying to keep your steps light in the corridors.

"Come on, there's this classroom-- always unlocked," he smiled at you. "Bit far though," he added. You didn't mind. The anticipation and excitement of getting back with Theodore fogged your mind, shooting out every other piece of information that ever resided in your brain.

He brought you to the stairs and you started to descend, but your heels echoed loudly. "Careful, it's past curfew," he said, bringing a finger to his mouth.

"Sorry, sorry!" you whispered. "I can't it's my shoes."

Theodore stopped mid-step and so did you. His head darted around in all directions looking to see if someone was approaching. "Up you go," he said. Before you could possibly protest, he picked you up off the ground, allowing you to wrap your legs around his torso. He placed one of his hands around your back to support you, the other on your ass.

Despite the extra weight, he seemed to have no problem walking at his normal speed, quickly going down the many flights of stairs until you both reached the ground floor. He opened the door to a classroom, shutting it behind you guys before placing you to sit on the teacher's desk in the front of the room. You observed the classroom, your mouth slowly growing wider.

"Theo-- this is McGonagall's room! She's going to fucking kill us!"

He shook his head to reassure you. "She's not going to find out, don't worry."

You looked uncertain and he said nothing, trying to give you some time to believe him.

"Theo?" you piped up.

"Mm?" he answered, leaning on his hand placed on the table you sat on.

"Why did we break up?" you asked him.

He had a smirk on his face, but you could tell he felt as bad as you did. "What do you mean? You broke up with me."

"No I mean, why did we break up? Why did you start acting like that?" You drew invisible circles on the desk, adverting eye contact.

"I was an idiot," he scoffed. "I just- I just got scared. Always felt bad you were too good for me," he said, starting to get agitated with himself. "You're so sweet you know. I'm," he shrugged. He cupped your face with his hands, making you look at him.

"Didn't wanna drag you down with me."

You opened your mouth again to argue, but he brought his finger to your lips before leaning back in for another kiss. You felt his hands all over your body and you brought yours to his jawline. The kisses started soft, clean. But they became sloppy as he went down to kiss your neck.

"I'll be different now," he breathed out. "I promise."

His kisses grew more intense and you couldn't help but let out low whimpers as he reached the top of your chest. He took your shirt off, taking a step back to admire the view of you in your lacy white bra. He unclasped your bra, hanging it on the handle of McGonagall's closet next to her desk.

Never having gotten this far in your previous relationship, he gave a low gasp, cupping one of your tits in his large hands. Fondling you lightly, he then pinched a nipple between his fingers, suppressing his laughter as he watched you squirm on the desk. He bent over slightly taking the other nipple in his mouth.

Having his hand on your tit, combined with him gently sucking the other, you gave out quiet moans, clawing at the edge of McGonagall's desk. Pulling his head away, a string of saliva still connecting his lips to your nipple, he stood back up, bringing his hands to your waist.

He pulled your skirt down your thighs, letting it fall to your ankles. He kneeled down on the ground, shuffling closer to you.

The sight of his face between your legs, his face with the skeleton makeup on, practically had you shaking in excitement. He kept his eyes on you the whole time; as he moved the underwear sticking to your wet cunt aside, lightly trailed a finger over your wet folds, and as he moved his head closer, slipping his hot tongue into you.

"Mmm, T-theo..." you whined as he brought his tongue deeper inside of you. He flicked his tongue around, exploring freely, the sounds coming out sounding far more erotic than what you were used to.

His tongue slipped out of your cunt, and he used it to circle around your clit, eliciting shaky moans from your mouth as you bought your hands to his hair. Your eyes began to water and you felt your orgasm nearing. About to crush his skull with the way you wanted to squeeze your thighs together, your legs shook against the sides of his head.

Theodore placed his hands on your knees, spreading your legs further apart, continuing to travel around your folds with his tongue with increased speed. Before you could orgasm, he pulled away suddenly, making you whine loudly in surprise.

"Theodore..." you said, tugging on his hair. He stood up and began to unbuckle his belt, slipping his pants off.

"Be patient sweetheart," he smiled. His boxers fell down his legs next, his glistening cock springing out. You placed your hands behind your back on the desk to support yourself as you stayed seated and he guided the tip of his cock with your entrance.

You felt a bit afraid, this being your first time having sex with Theodore, and it seemed like he could tell because he tilted your chin up softly and said, "I'll go slow okay?"

You nodded sheepishly, letting him push into you slowly. A tear rolled down your face, some of your deer makeup coming off. He let out a guttural moan as he inserted his large cock fully into your cunt, beginning to move slowly in and out of you.

"F-fuck," you whispered. He found your reaction cute when you looked wide-eyed at him, face contorting with pleasure.

"Got it?" he asked you. You nodded quickly, giving him the message that you were okay. "Yeah, yeah... you can take it," he whispered in your ear.

He went at a moderate pace, not wanting to overexert you for your first time.

"Theo-- Theo!" you huffed out. He stopped, backing away so that only the head of his cock was still in your sopping cunt.

"Yeah, what's up? Are you okay?" he said in concern.

"Faster..." you requested meekly. "Please?"

Surprised but not complaining, he gave a lowly chuckle, practically grinning from ear to ear.

"If that's what my good girl wants."

He increased his pace, thrusting into you quickly. Your soaking folds allowed him back in every time he pulled out. He took your tits into his hands again, twisting and pinching as he simultaneously pumped in and out of you.

Both of your moans filled the room; his low and paced, yours messy and uncontrolled.

You neared an orgasm again and you could tell he was about to come as his hair became mussed and a light layer of sweat glistened on him.

"Shit... Do you want me to come inside? Is that what you want?"

"Y-yes!" you answered desperately. Your legs shook and you threw your head back as your orgasm washed over you, his following suit right after.

His ropes of release filled your insides, beginning to seep out. He pulled out, looking at the mess he made you. He readjusted the headband on you.

"I love you."

You looked at him, mouth somewhat agape before uttering, "I love you too."

He grabbed your head, planting a kiss on your forehead before helping you off the desk and onto your feet. You looked at him hesitantly.

"Does this mean I'm your girl again?"

"Well..." he feigned uncertainty, giving you a gallic shrug.

"Don't tease..." you complained, leaning into him.

"Sorry, y'know I can't help it," he grinned. "And you never stopped being my girl."

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[hivechose-moved]

yea new callie tags

[cherrygirlfriend]

───FAMILY DINNER ♡

♡ pairing: nerd!rafe x pervert!reader

♡ summary: rafe meets your parents for the first time.

♡ warnings / tags: fluff, angst, suggestive language, nudity, mentions of illness. wc: 2k

♡ author's note: inspired by @forgetmenotnympho request for rafe to meet reader’s family!! i hope you like it angel <3

PERVERT MASTERLIST ♡ 5K MASTERLIST

"don't be nervous. they're gonna love you." you smiled as you watched rafe mess around with his hair, his brows furrowed in concentration, "i'm not- i'm not nervous." he mumbled, yet his jaw was set in a clench, a permanent frown carved onto his lips.

"yeah?" you chuckle, getting out of his chair and walking over to stand behind rafe, tilting your head to the side as you looked at your reflections in the mirror, "not even a little bit? turn around."

rafe turned to look at you, and even though you were wearing heels, he was still taller than you. you combed your fingers through his hair while his blue eyes were stuck to you. "do you think i should wear contacts?" he mumbled, "you hate wearing contacts. you say they're itchy." "yeah, but-" "don't worry." you let your hands slide from rafe's hair to cup his cheeks, "my parents are gonna like you even if you accidentally fart in front of them."

finally, his lips lifted up a little bit, and you brought your hands to his shoulders as if brushing something off them, "so, when am i gonna meet your family? you rarely talk about them."

"uh, i dunno." rafe cleared his throat, turning around and pretending to straighten the collar of his shirt, but you knew him well enough to know that he was avoiding the subject; but you'd never been one to easily back down. "it's just your dad, your stepmom and sisters, right? i doubt they're that bad."

rafe let out a huff of a chuckle, "my sisters are fine. just my dad and rose can be a bit... much." "well." you take his hand in yours, "i promise that my parents are gonna like you just fine. they're so excited to meet you. i bet my mom's made like a five-dish course. and, if you get anxious, we can always sneak off into the bathroom and i can give you hea-" "okay!" rafe let out a soft chuckle, bringing his lips down to yours for a quick peck, pulling back to look down at you with a small smile.

you lifted your free hand, bringing the fist up to swiftly knock on the green door thrice before stepping back, your other hand still intertwined with rafe's. after a moment, the door was pulled open and you were met with your mother's smiling face.

"you know, you don't have to knock? you have your key." your mother raised her brows, only for you to shrug, letting go of your boyfriend's hand, stepping up to wrap your arms around your mother, the woman letting out a surprised huff, "i know. just thought this was more polite." you grin, squeezing her slightly before pulling away. rafe looked between you and your mother, fiddling where he stood. he pushed his glasses up slightly.

"mooom, this is rafe." you grinned, "rafe, this is my mother." your boyfriend held a hand out for your mother to shake, a tight smile on his lips. "hi, it's lovely to meet you, mrs-" rafe's sentence was cut off by your mother pulling him into a hug, the boy's eyes nearly bulging out of his head, unused to such affection.

"it's so lovely to meet you, rafe." your mother said as she pulled away from the hug, keeping her hands on the boy's forearms as she looked him over, your mother looking comically short next to the tall boy. after looking him over, she turned to you, a grin on her face, "he really is handsome."

"moooom." you whined; you could see a pink flush starting to creep onto rafe's cheeks as your mother let go of him, introducing herself to him. when rafe attemped to 'mrs' her, she simply shrugged it off, insisting that he call her by her first name.

"dinner will be ready soon. you two can go wait in the living room." your mom exclaimed, as she made her way back to the kitchen. you led rafe into the living room, your fingers intertwined with his. you spotted your father sitting in his armchair, a bottle of beer in one hand, his eyes fixed on the television.

"dad?" you mumbled, only to get no response. you cleared your throat, repeating yourself but now slightly louder, "dad." the man turned his gaze to you, looking between you and rafe, you cleared your throat, a tight smile on your lips. "dad, meet rafe. rafe, meet my dad."

when rafe reached out his hand for your father to shake, your father simply narrowed his eyes and looked down at rafe's hand, before taking his beer and bringing it to his lips with a low "hey." turning back to the tv without any more acknowledgement of your presence. you simply took rafe's outstretched hand in yours, leading him out of the living room and back into the hallway.

"i'm... i'm confused. did i do something wrong?" rafe mumbled, his brows set in an adorable furrow, "no, no... my dad's just... like that." "like what?" "a dick?" you grinned and raised your brows, a small chuckle leaving rafe's lips at your assessment of your father. you took his free hand in yours, making the boy face you, "but my mom likes you." you straightened rafe's collar, "she loves little church boys like you." "church boys?" "i mean, you look like a church boy." you shrugged, "if she only knew the things i get you to do to me in the bedroom. all the posit-" "alright, alright!" rafe huffed, "don't be crude." "don't make me want to be crude."

when it was finally time for dinner, your fingers were intertwined with rafe's under the table, his ambidexterity coming in hand. "so, rafe." your father said gruffly, more focused on his food than your boyfriend, "what are your plans?"

your mother tutted her lips, gently smacking the back of her hand on her husband's chest, before turning to face rafe, "what he meant to ask, is what are you studying for? what do you want to do?" she smiled, bringing her glass of red wine to her lips and taking a sip, her keen eyes staying on your boyfriend.

rafe chewed the food that was still in his mouth and swallowed before answering your mother, "i'm studying to be a scientist." "a scientist!" she exclaimed, a satisfied smile on her face, "you must be smart." "he's the smartest guy in our year." you smiled, turning to face rafe, squeezing his hand. "y-yeah. i mean. based on the grades."

your mom practically squeals, "i've always wanted a smart son-in-law." she cooed, rafe's cheeks getting redder. you rolled your eyes, once again squeezing his hand, "wouldn't you rather be with someone who has similar goals?" your father asked rafe in a gruff voice, the demeaning tone in his voice causing you to bow your head down, loosening your grip on rafe's hand.

"let's not talk about this right now..." "talk about what?" your father scoffed, taking a chug out of his beer, "how we're paying for our daughter to get a damn liberal arts degree just so she can waste it on a fuckin' pipe dream?"

rafe's eyes were on you, meanwhile your eyes were on your lap, tears blurring your vision. "what, you think she's gonna be an actress?" your father started slurring, getting up from his seat, "she's gonna work at the starbucks 'round the corner."

"alright, i think you've had enough to dr-"

"you're nothin' but a damn disappointment, you know?" your father scoffs, then points towards rafe, "your little boyfriend is gonna leave you for someone who actually has a brain."

you let out a soft sniffle, your father stumbling out of the dining room as your mother practically guided him out. "are... are you okay?" rafe mumbled, but when you didn't answer, the boy got out of his chair, kneeling next to you. you didn't move an inch from the chair, but he still pulled you into his arms, soft sobs leaving your lips as you buried your face in rafe's hair. "'m sorry, 'm sorry..." you mumbled, "i know 'm not like this..." you cried, holding onto him even tighter.

"shhh... don't apologize." rafe whispered, stroking your hair, "you're alright... you're alright..."

rafe pressed his eyes closed as he held you close; he couldn't understand how the words of a single person managed to make the strongest, most... charismatic, spiritful woman he knew... crumble like that. and it scared him more than anything.

the entire drive back to campus was quiet. the entire walk to rafe's dorm room was quiet; and as soon as you got into the room, you faced a wall, and the only thing to be heard was the sound of the zipper of your dress coming undone, of the fabric falling to the floor...

this wasn't you.

you didn't get undressed facing the wall as if your body was something to be ashamed of. you'd bite your lip, looking at him seductively, slowly sliding the zipper down, rafe's eyes widening when your dress fell to the floor...

rafe was dressed in nothing but his boxers when he came up to you, wrapping his arms around you from behind. you let out a breath that felt like you'd been holding it in for a lifetime, pressing yourself closer into rafe's chest.

"do you want to sleep naked again?" rafe mumbled, pressing a kiss on your shoulder. you nodded, and without another word, rafe's hands unclasped your bra, and they started to slide down your arms. as soon as they did, rafe got down on one knee, sliding your panties down your legs. you lifted one foot up off the floor, and then the other, allowing your boyfriend to take your underwear off.

rafe pressed kisses to the back of your calves that caused shivers to run down your spine, his actions continuing all the way up your leg until he landed right under your ass cheek. he softly smacked your ass, the fatty flesh bouncing in a way that made you let out a soft giggle.

you turned to face rafe, pulling the waistband of his boxers back before releasing it, a small moan leaving rafe's lips as it made contact with his skin; and without another word, he was out of his boxers. soon enough, the two of you were laying in rafe's bed, the blanket over your heads, your fingers intertwined with his as you two whispered everything and nothing to one another.

"i'm sorry my dad was like that..." you whispered, rubbing the back of rafe's hand, "why are you apologizing? he's the one who should apologize for being a dick." you let out a huff of a laugh at his choice of words, mimicking yours, "it's not your fault. parents can be a lot."

"is your dad a lot?"

"he is." rafe took in a deep breath, "we don't really talk." "how come?" "he... doesn't agree with my choice of studies. he would've preferred if i went to business school and took our family business over..."

"family business?" you furrowed your brows, your boyfriend pursing his lips, "okay, so..." rafe takes in a deep breath, "my dad might be a bit rich." even though a part of you wanted to say a snarky comment, you simply squeezed his hand, "and he wanted me to go to business school, so that i could take over our family business."

rafe's eyes were strictly on your hands, the steely pair of eyes clearly avoiding your gaze, "but when i told him i wanted to study to become a scientist, he flipped out."

"how... how come?"

rafe looked up from your interconnected eyes back up to your eyes, "i know it's not likely for it to happen, but the reason i wanted to become a scientist..." rafe sighed, "it's 'cause i want to find a cure for what killed my mom. or at least help patients to prolong their lives."

your brows raised, nearly on their own.

"ovarian cancer."

oh.

"i know it's not likely, but i at least want to try and advance the research on it. or a find a way to prolong the patients' life." you brought your hand to rafe's cheek, pressing your naked body closer to his, "i'm a realist who borders on being a pessimist." you press a small peck on his lips, whispering the next words, "but i believe you can do it."

"yeah?" rafe whispred, looking at you as if searching your eyes for confirmation.

"yes."

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[kxsagi]

𝟎𝟏. 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢’𝐦 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭

“THANK YOU, TOKYO!!!” 

isagi’s voice tore through the crowd, raw with adrenaline and sweat-soaked pride. he stood at the edge of the stage, one hand gripping the mic, the other raised like he was holding up the sky. 

“EVERYONE GET BACK TO WHERE THEY’RE STAYING SAFELY TONIGHT! WE LOVE YOU!” 

the stadium thundered back with a wave of cheers. fans sobbed. phones waved in the air like gospel. 

behind him, kaiser stepped forward with the confidence of a man born to be worshipped, flicking blond sweat-damp strands from his forehead. he didn’t speak, he didn’t need to. his guitar wailed, high and violent and perfect. his fingers blurred through a final solo that tasted like fire. 

even isagi glanced back, jaw tight, as the outro shredded through the stadium speakers. 

bachira took the opportunity to leap over his kit, landing like a feral cat. he skidded toward the front of the stage and ripped the mic from isagi’s hand with a wicked grin. 

“I’LL BE GOING LIVE IN A COUPLE HOURS, YOU FREAKS!” he shouted, eyes wild. “LET’S SEE WHO CAN STAY AWAKE THE LONGEST!” 

the fans lost it. 

and then the lights dropped. 

the replay was already making the rounds on social media:

“that kaiser outro solo??? we need that in the next album 🔥” 

“isagi yelling like our divorced dad telling us to get home safe 🥹” 

“no one talk to me i’m mourning the end of the best concert of my life 😩” 

backstage nearly two hours later, bachira’s livestream notification pinged phones like a bat signal. 

[LIVE started] 

@bachibachi 🥁 

LIVE: 102.6K viewers 

caption: “vibing <3” 

bachira’s face filled the screen, upside down. 

“HEEEEYYYYY!!!” he screeched, bangs flopping over his eyes. “my ears are still ringing and i think i chugged a red bull meant for rin.” 

the camera flipped as he sprawled across a couch. dim light glowed behind him. the background was filled with makeup-smeared mirrors, towels on the floor, and faint rock music in the background. the growing chat was exploding with hearts and comments. 

@bachirasdrumsticks: “BRO YOU KILLED THAT DRUM SOLO”

@kaiser_kisser94: “where is kaiser tell him i love him” 

@isagishotassgf: “i swear isagi looked at me and i saw god” 

@rinplssteponme: “no one is gonna talk about rin with his bass???”

@shidousrightnutsack: “PLS GIVE SHIDOU THE PHONE”

“okay okay okay,” bachira cackled. “i know you’re here for tea. let me see who’s still awake.” 

he panned to shidou eating pocky on the floor and rin giving the camera the finger. sae stood in the corner, scrolling on his phone mindlessly. 

“kaiser’s somewhere, i think he went to grab a glass of wine. isagi’s– hey! yo, say hi!” 

isagi appeared, grabbing a towel. he nodded, giving a half-smile. 

@tokyonoisejunkie01: "why does isagi look pissed lol" 

@kxsagi: "his eyeliner is SMOKED he’s hot as hell wtf"

bachira smiled and turned the camera back towards himself, resting it on a table to give a clear view of the whole room. “anyway, Q&A time. drop your questions, i’m bored.” 

@saintegoday1fan: “who parties hardest after shows???”

“‘who parties hardest after shows?’ oh, that’s EASY. it’s shidou. we lost him in osaka for like four hours. man came back with a bleached eyebrow, a matching tattoo with a bartender, and no memory of either. rin tried to fight him. 10/10 night.” 

“just saying, don’t take it so personally, man,” kaiser’s voice can be heard in the background. 

“you hijacked my moment again. you always do. the solo? after i told them goodnight?” isagi retorted. 

bachira freezed, trying to laugh it off. “okay, woah, chill, we’re live–” 

“your moment?” kaiser stepped closer to isagi. “it’s our band. you’re not the fucking messiah, yoichi.” 

isagi lost it and shoved kaiser hard. the wine glass fell from the blonde’s hands and shattered into pieces on the hardwood floor. 

“you also dragged my name for a soundbite. what part of that isn’t personal?” isagi’s voice was low, sharp. “and you’ve been doing this for months. undermining me in interviews, on stage, behind my back.” 

@isagibitesconfirmed: “wait what is happening rn”

kaiser shoved him back, harder this time – jaw tight, movements deliberate. isagi barely caught himself from stumbling. 

“yeah?” he snapped. “because i’m tired of pretending this band belongs to you just because you cry in a notebook.” 

@kaiser_apologist: “NOOOO NOT LIKE THIS”

@rinsdeluluwife: “STOP THIS RN”

@saintegostan420: “can't believe we're witnessing this live holy sh–” 

“in that interview last week, you said the band got famous for your looks.” 

“i said ‘stage presence.’ but hey, if the truth hurts–” 

“this band was never yours, kaiser. no matter how many times you try to act like you’re the reason we’re here.” 

“you’re just mad i said what everyone’s been thinking since the second tour started: you’re dead weight in eyeliner.” 

@yoichicoded: “ISAGI STAND UP” 

@saintegogettherapy: “HE DID NOT” 

“guys– yo. chill. seriously,” bachira tried, half-laughing, half-panicking. 

“say that again,” isagi threatened. “say it to my face.” 

“I JUST DID.” 

suddenly, isagi swings. a punch connects with a sickening thud. kaiser reeled back, crashing into a chair. the phone hit the carpet with a muffled thud, landing crooked. fans watched pure chaos in a tilted frame – sae trying to pull isagi off, rin yelling something nobody could hear, bachira cackling “holy SHIT–” 

and then the screen went black. 

twitter, ten minutes later

#ISAGIWASRIGHT trending. 

#kaisersupremacy trending. 

#saintegoimplosion trending #1 worldwide. 

#bachirastiktoklive

#letthemfight

#rinjustwatching

#PRmanagerwhereareyou 

#notthenotebookcomment

#saintegounhinged

@crustybachirafan: NO WAY THIS HAPPENED WHILE BACHIRA WAS LIVESTREAMING TO 300K VIEWERS 

@rinthevoid: rin’s face during all this... he was calculating whether murder is legal in some areas 

@saeishotidc: sae’s job is actually horror 

@eyelinerwars2025: not kaiser calling isagi “dead weight in eyeliner” i would NEVER recover

@kaiserbrokeme: no bc i’m team isagi but that line... that line was crazy. 

@isagiprotectionsquad: MY BOY SWUNG FIRST AND I’M STANDING BY HIM 

@thebandgroupie: they are gonna make a GRAMMY-WINNING breakup album after this omg

@kaiserscoldfeet: WHY IS NO ONE DEFENDING KAISER??? ISAGI PUNCHED HIM FIRST???????

@chokiigan: hey guys, it’s nagi. i go live ONE HOUR from now. we’re dissecting this whole mess. 

sae stared blankly at the TV monitor in his office, arms crossed, jaw tight. 

the replay had been clipped, slowed down, and meme’d in under fifteen minutes. the fight was everywhere. and so were the fans – choosing sides, writing threads, digging up old interviews, turning the whole thing into a war. 

he sighed loudly as he ran a hand down his face. 

“they had ONE fucking job.” 

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[evilminji]

You know what would be HILARIOUS?

The Flash Family, know sceptics. Men and women of SCIENCE(~✨️!). Just?? Casually rolling up one day to work like "oh BTW, ghosts are a thing. Very cool."

Like? EXCUSE ME?! Shouts furious and outraged magic users. ALL of whom had tried to explain that fact and failed... just... just SO MANY TIMES.

And the Flash are like "What?! Of COURSE Ghosts are real! There is SCIENCE to back this up!"

And? JLA Dark might? Spit blood? They are incoherent with rage. You FUCKERS.

Where are the papers? WHERE ARE THE GOD DAMNED PAPERS!? What was it? What convinced you, that their FIVE HOUR LECTURE failed to do!?!?

And it's some NOBODY named Daniel Fenton. A rebuttal of his parents earlier works.

Mother fuckers. Are these idiots POKING AROUND THE REALMS!? They... they need to sit down. Oh sweet Jesus. They feel faint.

And frankly, Barry doesn't get why ya'll are being so DRAMATIC. Why could you just explain things like THIS? Not all that... hand wavey, smoke and mirrors nonsense. This makes WAY more sense.

See? His friend, Sam, did a study on how judicious use of magic can help the environment! If you just TOLD him the "ghosts" you were talking about were just inter-dimensional extentions of life, he would have understood you! Now the NEVERBORN! Those are cool.

You should really read the paper, guys.

Might learn something.

@hdgnj

[kishorxox]

Smart Mirrors Market Size, Share & Report Trends 2025

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[rafedarling]

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬

pairing: drew starkey x reader

summary: you work with loewe an got to attend the brand's fashion show in paris with your boyfriend actor drew starkey, who’s also an official guest. with the world aware of your relationship, your interactions are under scrutiny, but it's drew's secret jealousy over your celebrity crush, ryan corr, that adds a cute twist to your day at the show. through stolen glances, subtle tension, and some loving gestures, drew's feelings are clear, even though he tries to hide them.| words count: 2,4k

warning(s): i did change a tiny bits of details but hope you enjoy!!! english is not my native language. mention of ryan corr (my baby daddy), slight jealousy, fluff overload, public interations, drew being adorably jealous. base on this

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Your Paris hotel room was warm and was bathed in a soft golden light from the setting sun, reflecting off the elegant décor. You had been fussing with your oversized light pink shirt for what felt like forever, trying to get the belt to sit just right. Across the room, Drew stood in front of the full-length mirror, completely absorbed in his reflection—but not in the vain, self-centered way. No, Drew was clearly excited, though he kept glancing at you between admiring his navy with white striped cardigan.

“I think this is it,” Drew finally said, adjusting the cardigan again. “But, you know, it doesn’t really matter what I wear.”

You glanced up from your belt, raising an eyebrow. “Oh? So now you’re going to pretend like you don’t care about looking good at a fashion show?”

He chuckled, walking over to you. “Nah, it’s not that. It’s just... look at you. No one’s gonna be looking at me tonight.” He stood in front of you now, hands casually tucked into the pockets of his jeans, staring down at you with the most obvious admiration in his eyes.

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help the warmth that spread through you at his words. Drew was dressed in the perfect blend of casual and stylish: a dark pair of jeans, effortlessly cool sneakers, and the LOEWE navy blue cardigan with white diagonal stripes that hugged his frame in all the right places.

"You look amazing," he said, his voice softer, more sincere now. His fingers grazed the fabric of your oversized pink shirt, adjusting the belt around your waist. “Seriously, babe. You’re going to blow everyone away tonight.”

You looked down, hiding a smile. “I don’t know... I feel like I’m swimming in this shirt.”

Drew’s hands landed on your shoulders, and he took a step back to admire you. “Nope. You’re wrong. You look like you belong on the runway.”

Your heart fluttered under his gaze. The way Drew looked at you—soft, appreciative, like you were the only thing in the room worth paying attention to—made you feel like you were glowing. You’d seen that look from him a hundred times, but tonight, there was something different. Something deeper. He couldn’t stop staring, and it wasn’t just the fashion show nerves. It was pure affection.

“I think you’re exaggerating,” you teased, though your smile gave away how much you loved hearing it.

Drew chuckled, pulling you close by the waist and placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “I’m not exaggerating. I just can’t help it. Look at you. You’re perfect.”

You looked up into his eyes, a little flustered but completely in love with the way he was looking at you—like he couldn’t believe his luck. The intensity in his eyes felt almost palpable, as though he couldn’t quite get over the fact that you were his, standing there in front of him.

“Okay, okay,” you said, gently pushing him away, though you couldn’t stop smiling. “Enough with the compliments. We’re going to be late if we don’t leave soon.”

Drew laughed softly but didn’t take his eyes off you. “Sure, but just so you know, my eyes are going to be glued to you all night.”

The LOEWE fashion show was nothing short of breathtaking. The venue was packed with celebrities, designers, influencers, and fashion industry elites, all buzzing with excitement for the latest collection. Photographers lined the runway, their cameras flashing non-stop as everyone took their seats.

As soon as you and Drew entered, all eyes were on you both. Drew’s hand was gently wrapped around your waist, guiding you through the crowd as you made your way to your seats in the front row. The energy in the room was electric, and you could feel the anticipation for the show growing by the second.

You could also feel Drew’s gaze still on you, even though the show was about to begin.

“Are you seriously still staring at me?” you whispered, nudging him lightly as you took your seat.

Drew didn’t bother hiding his smile. “Yeah. You’re the most beautiful thing here.”

You felt your cheeks heat up, glancing away to try and shake the butterflies in your stomach. Drew wasn’t being overly dramatic—his voice was calm, soft, and completely sincere. When you finally looked back at him, his eyes hadn’t moved from you. He was practically beaming, like a kid in a candy store who couldn’t believe his luck.

“You’re supposed to be watching the show,” you reminded him, trying to keep your voice light, though your heart was doing flips.

“I am,” he replied, his eyes still glued to you. “Just not the runway.”

The lights dimmed, signaling the start of the show, and the first models began strutting down the runway in their stunning, avant-garde outfits. The crowd murmured in admiration, but Drew didn’t seem interested. His hand slipped into yours, giving it a gentle squeeze as his thumb lazily brushed over your skin.

You tried to focus on the models, the clothes, the lights—but it was impossible with the way Drew kept looking at you. His gaze was soft but intense, his eyes full of admiration and warmth. Every few minutes, he’d glance at the runway as if to remind himself where he was, but his eyes always returned to you.

“You’re hopeless,” you whispered, though you were smiling as you said it.

Drew just shrugged, his heart eyes fully on display. “Can’t help it.”

The show went on, and while everyone around you was absorbed in the incredible designs and the flawless models, Drew seemed perfectly content just sitting there, holding your hand and watching you like you were the only thing that mattered.

After the show, the venue transformed into a post-show party, with guests mingling, champagne being passed around, and conversations buzzing about the evening’s outfits. Drew kept you close, his arm around your waist, his hand never leaving yours.

“You’re seriously not going to take your eyes off me, are you?” you teased as you two wandered through the crowd.

Drew leaned in closer, whispering into your ear. “Not a chance.”

His voice sent a pleasant shiver down your spine, and despite the chaos of the party, you felt like you were in your own little bubble with him. You couldn’t help but grin, feeling the warmth of his affection radiating through every glance, every touch.

But then, as if on cue, things took a slight turn when you spotted a familiar face across the room. Your heart skipped a beat.

Ryan Corr.

Your longtime celebrity crush. He was standing just a few feet away, casually chatting with some industry insiders, looking as effortlessly cool as ever. For a moment, you forgot where you were, completely starstruck.

Drew, being ever observant, noticed your reaction immediately.

“Oh no,” he muttered, his voice low but teasing. “It’s him, isn’t it?”

You blinked, trying to snap out of it. “What? No. I mean, yeah, but it’s not a big deal.”

Drew raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into an amused grin. “Not a big deal? You’re literally glowing right now.”

You felt your face flush. “I am not glowing.”

Drew let out a soft chuckle, his arm around your waist tightening slightly. “You are. That’s your heart eyes face.”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t deny the flustered feeling creeping up on you. “Okay, maybe it’s a tiny bit of a heart eyes situation. But I swear it’s nothing.”

Drew laughed, leaning in closer as his hand slid to the small of your back. “I don’t mind. Just don’t forget who you’re here with, alright?”

Before you could respond, Ryan Corr himself appeared in front of you, his easygoing smile making your heart do somersaults.

“Hey, I just wanted to say you’re killing it in that outfit,” Ryan said, his gaze landing on your oversized shirt. “LOEWE always knows how to make someone stand out.”

You opened your mouth to reply, but before you could, Drew stepped in, his grip on your waist just a touch firmer now.

“She pulls off everything,” Drew said smoothly, giving Ryan a smile that was friendly but clearly laced with something more. “But thanks. She looks incredible, right?”

Ryan nodded, clearly missing the subtle tension. “Yeah, she definitely does. Great taste.”

Drew’s smile tightened, and you could practically see the shift in his posture. He wasn’t angry—just a little competitive, a little protective. He wasn’t going to let Ryan out-charm him, not tonight.

“Yeah, well, I’m the lucky one who gets to take her home,” Drew said, his voice casual, but the look in his eyes said it all.

You bit your lip, trying to stifle a laugh at how obvious Drew was being. Ryan, blissfully unaware, gave you a polite nod and excused himself to mingle with other guests. The moment he walked away, Drew let out a dramatic sigh, his arm still firmly around your waist.

“Okay, I’ll admit it,” he muttered. “I might’ve been a little jealous.”

You raised an eyebrow, laughing softly as you leaned into him. “A little?”

Drew pouted, though his heart eyes were still on full display. “Alright, maybe more than a little. But come on, Ryan Corr?”

You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck. “You don’t have to be jealous. You know I only have heart eyes for you.”

Drew’s expression softened instantly, his grip on you tightening as he pulled you closer. “Good,” he murmured, pressing his forehead against yours. “Because I’ve had them for you all night.”

You kissed him softly, letting the moment linger. When you pulled back, his gaze was still locked on you, filled with all the love and admiration you’d seen earlier—and more. His heart eyes weren’t going anywhere, no matter who else was in the room.

Later, back at the hotel, you and Drew collapsed onto the bed in a fit of giggles. The night had been a whirlwind, from the fashion show to the party, to Drew’s obvious—yet adorable—jealousy.

“You were so jealous,” you teased, lying down beside him and resting your head on his chest.

Drew groaned dramatically, covering his face with his hands. “I know. I’m never gonna live this down, am I?”

You laughed, wrapping an arm around his waist. “Nope. But I kind of liked it.”

He peeked out from behind his hands, his eyes sparkling with affection. “Really?”

You nodded, pressing a kiss to his chest. “It was cute. You’re cute. Even when you’re jealous.”

Drew sighed, pulling you closer and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Well, I guess it’s alright as long as I’m the only one you’ve got heart eyes for.”

“You always will be,” you whispered, smiling against him.

Drew smiled, holding you tightly as the two of you drifted into a comfortable silence. And as the night settled around you, you couldn’t help but feel incredibly lucky. No matter how many celebrities or crushes came and went, it was Drew who had your heart—and he knew it.

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[crunchybeards]

I'm sure this has been beat to death by now, but my favourite aspect of Sam as a character is the fact that he truly does encapsulate one of the most pervasive themes in the game, the theme of being humane. Sorry for the really long ramble but I just wanted to get this off my chest and just genuinely commend the game for what it does with its protagonist. Be warned for spoilers for the whole game and some endings.

From the begining, Sam is shown to be an empathetic character, despite being a pseudo-silent protagonist. As different as every route can be, Sam always feels some form of very human remorse. He feels remorse over killing cursed individuals when he reflects in the mirror. He feels remorse for fucking up the ritual and damning the astronomers. He feels guilty over taking the resources of people who have become cursed, even though he knows that they won't be using them anymore. At least once per playthrough, he experiences some form of remorse towards another party.

As far as a reach as it is for me to say this, I personally saw the dialogue options that players can pick as Sam's own thoughts and the specific thoughts that you choose to pick are the thoughts that become fully realised and are added to his overall character for that playthrough. There are often a lot of dialogue options that are negative or reactionary. Yet every single time, there's at least one positive one, one where he feels empathy, one where he believes there is hope for an individual despite how bleak the situation may seem. Or at the very least he chooses to be civil and non-discriminatory towards a cursed person.

As grotesque as the game is and as twisted as the Cursed become, they're still human, they're still people even if not physically apparent. And 9 times out of 10, they still behave like people. My favourite aspect about the game is that there are some characters that seem like they're too far gone, that they only wish to hurt people and yet if kindness is extended towards them, they can still be saved. We see this with the hidden-away garage. The fish and chips shop. The Cursed are still willing to trade and salvage the situation as best as they can. They're making the most out of a shitty situation despite struggling interally with their sanity and adjusting to newly formed bodies.

Choosing to be humane at the end of the world is one of the best things about Sam's character. Nobody would hold it against him if he were to kill cursed individuals indiscriminately. There are several characters that he can befriend who have done the same like Hellen. But being given the option to negotiate, the option to talk and to extend an olive branch, he takes it. He talks to cursed individuals who are lucid, he even befriends a few like Joel. Even in the ending where he becomes a swarming mass of arms and feels overwhelmed by his new ever expanding form, even though he is so scared, he took a moment to calm himself down, pick himself up and get to work helping people. Even as a borderline Lovecraftian being, he actively chose to be the driving force for good. Even though the prior examples I listed are choices that can be made by the player, this ending proves that Sam is a genuinely good and humane person. In the 104 Gods ending, the gods still destroyed parts of humanity and even divided it further. In the Screaming Sky ending where the astronomers ascend into a unified god like entity as the Exhaulted Four, they were actively destroying the planet and killed random people in an unpredictable bloody purge. Every other instance of people being presented with this awesome change, they were destructive, unintentionally so due to insanity, but ultimately destructive. The sole exception to these realities is Sam. When he's aware of what he's become, he helps, he becomes the Saviour of Humanity. He could've been like any of the 104 Gods, start his own cult/ community, be the supreme ruler of Earth because like with the gods, who could stop him. But he didn't, and that's what truly does differentiate him. The Gods could've been lucid and with how they actively do rule over the earth in their respective zones, it appears as though they are. And yet we have Sam, a god in his own right, but is a good person (well except for the Perfect Ritual ending where he overwhelms the earth Xin Amon style but I attribute that to losing himself completely as opposed to his character's intention).

As corny as it may sound, Sam truly does choose to be kind as opposed to choosing the 'right' option of caving into fear and attacking enemies/ isolating himself. To Sam, being a kind person is not dependent on appearance, it isn't dependent on what you can personally get out of helping another person but it's about being a helper of your fellow man, regardless of everything that is happening. No matter the route, no matter the player's input, that humanity is always there and I admire that about him.

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[sitp-recs]

hi liv!!! what are your favorite underrated 8th year fics? any hidden gems you'd recommend?

Hi anon, always! I was gonna start off by saying that I haven’t read 8th year much, but this list is evidence to the contrary so maybe I should stop saying that 😂 here are some recs for you, I’ll also highlight two personal favourites: Matched Set by astolat and Like Lightning at Your Fingertips by potterwatch, while not exactly underrated I don’t see them recced often enough. Enjoy!!!

Snug by @moonflower-rose (E, 6k)

Potter can't keep his hands off himself. Draco can't look away.

The Pensieve Project by curiouslyfic (T, 7k)

Of the 116 Hogwarts students who took part in the final battle, only five are officially invited to the Ministry's first annual memorial. For everyone else, there's the Pensieve Project.

Champion by @shealwaysreads (T, 7k)

Harry thought his Eighth Year would be simple and easy. And it sort of is, though not in the ways he expected.

What Country, Friends, Is This? by khalulu (M, 8k)

When Harry and Draco are paired up for a nebulous “capstone project” in 8th year, Draco suggests they use it as an opportunity to take a free Grand Tour of Europe. Harry isn’t interested in being grand, and they soon veer off the beaten path.

Good Company by Greenflares (T, 8k)

With Hermione and Ron always together, Harry's return to Hogwarts to complete his education isn't exactly fun. Somehow, it's his unlikely friendship with Malfoy that keeps him sane.

swallow your words by icarusinflight (E, 9k)

The truth is, not many things are known about the magic that is behind soulmarks. They'll turn up when they want and not before.

Heliomancy by Leela (E, 10k)

A teasing mirror that came from Grimmauld Place and the emphasis on inter-house relations during his eighth year at Hogwarts change everything for Harry.

warmest part of the winter by warmfoothills (T, 11k)

It’s not even a balcony, it’s just a window with a bit of a ledge, and Draco’s read Shakespeare anyway, he knows how this one ends.

Said and Unsaid (or, The Value of Knowing When to Stop Talking) by bryoneybrynn (T, 15k)

When the Interrogator asked if he had anything to say on his own behalf, Draco shook his head, his lips pressed tight in a thin line. There was nothing to say that wouldn’t sound like an excuse.

Find The Balance by lauren3210, Obliviate_Amores (M, 15k)

After Harry gives Draco his wand and goes back to using his own, they both start having trouble making them work. Finding out why is a lot simpler than fixing the problem.

Equally Cursed and Blessed by @moonflower-rose (E, 18k)

Harry's back at Hogwarts to attempt his final year, again. This time he's sure there'll be no shenanigans. Well. Maybe there'll be a few.

Edificabo by @doubleappled (E, 18k)

Numb and exhausted after the war, Harry returns to the only real home he’s ever known. Hogwarts needs help, too.

Silver Linings by @sorrybutblog (M, 21k)

Or: Harry's gone back for eighth year at Hogwarts and nothing is quite the same, save his inability to leave Draco alone. But then he finds that Draco isn't what he expected either, as they spend the month of December stuck in each other's orbit.

Colloquy by @dracoladon, @lazywonderlvnd (E, 30k)

Harry's not gay, Malfoy just smells good.

On Our Way by evils (E, 30k)

Draco is trying to spend the summer keeping his head down, but a repair project and a certain snowy owl have other plans for him.

All Things Go by @sorrybutblog (E, 32k)

Draco’s back at Hogwarts by court order. Harry’s back for no particular reason at all. Some things change, some stay the same. Neither expects to spend eighth-year living in close quarters, playing rugby (poorly), staying up late, sneaking around, and finally figuring it all out.

Eager for the Sky by @oknowkiss (M, 35k)

It was announced, just as the Triwizard Tournament had been, at the start of term feast. A year-long, international Quidditch varsity match — the inaugural Wizarding Academy Cup.

Inside Your Mind by @lazywonderlvnd (E, 36k)

Goyle's taken it upon himself to act as Malfoy's personal, one-man guard and Harry can't help but feel like it's only making the bullying worse.

Seeker, Chaser, Keeper by VivacissimoVoce (M, 59k)

Rumor has it that a wealthy investor is starting up a brand new professional Quidditch team and he’s looking for players. Harry and Draco both want to make the team, but there can be only one Seeker. Will competing for the position bring them closer or drive them further apart?

Inertia by @cavendishbutterfly (E, 83k)

It’s three months after the war. Harry has already mucked up all his plans. Draco is no longer the prince of Slytherin house. And they sure as hell didn’t both mean to go back to Hogwarts at the same time. Cue snarking, long conversations…and unexpected snogging.

Reparo by amalin (E, 85k)

Voldemort's final defeat does not mean Harry Potter's troubles are over; far from it. In the aftermath of war, he returns to a Hogwarts that is fractured and divided, but this is no break that can be fixed with a spell. New owls, fading scars, surprising alliances—and along the way, the hardest task of all, to live with it.

Bonus: Harry/Draco/Theo 😌

just call this what it is by queens_crown (M, 27k)

Upon returning to Hogwarts after the war, Harry can't sleep. He's not the only one.

[townpostin]

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Kasidih High School hosts 17-school event; Govind Vidyalaya, KPS Burmamines clinch top prizes Jamshedpur’s annual inter-school photography competition showcases budding talent in product and mirror photography. JAMSHEDPUR – Kasidih High School’s Fotografia 2024 drew participants from 17 local schools, highlighting young photographic talent. The event kicked off with A.F. Madon, JEM Foundation…

[smahell]

obey me and the fall - a metaphor for asylum and immigration, and the problems refugees face

(random fuckass header image bcs. i want this to be formatted nicely <3) Obey Me as a game hasn't really sparked me as the type to delve into sociopolitical issues of today (it's a dating sim for christ's sake; it's more escpism than anything), but revisiting some of nightbringer's main story did give me a strangely altered perspective of the events of The Fall, and the aftermath of such. Any piece of creative work have agendas behind them, and so from this I came to the conclusion that the events of the fall directly mirrors the plights refugees face when imigrating to a new country. obey in itself doesn't explicitly frame itself as political, but nothing is ever "not political".

(spoilers up to lesson 15 of nightbringer after the cut)

What We Know About The Fall + The Parties Involved

The Celestial Realm is governed by Michael, though the Father is an active and supreme force throughout the realm. The Celestial Realm remains the primary residence of angels and celestial beings.

The Fall occurs directly after the Great Celestial War, after their Father crushes the brothers' rebellion.

They fall to the Devildom and remain there as demons until present day.

Lucifer swears an oath of allegiance to diavolo "for all eternity".

The inciting incidence is arguably a miscarriage of the Celestial Realm's justice system, which failed Lilith and in turn the brothers. The rules (instated) remained in place in order to maintain balance between all three realms, but it had no consideration for the true safety of his own creation. It was obviously why they then decided to revolt; they refused to let their own sister be subject to just being wiped from existence. The revolt actively defied their Father's authoritarian rule and is directly political.

Being cast out of the Celestial Realm, they then fell into the Devildom and practically remained there, seeking polictical asylum. To ensure Lilith's and the other brothers' safety, Lucifer swears allegiance to Diavolo, perhaps in the same way one earns citizeship by swearing allegiance to a governmental figure. Many real immigrants have to undergo this process even when this new country does not have their interests priotized. Lilith is a martyr to their cause, dying (in their minds) as a figurehead of resistance against such a rule. Lucifer's allegience is a method of quiet resistance, not to only save himself but his family (and with such a move, he jepordises his fate).

Within the Devildom, the brothers are kept hidden, sheltered from the rest of the world as the news of the Celestial War shook not just the Celestial Realm but the Devildom too. As they had only recently arrived, they are in "no position" to refuse orders from the King himself. There's seven of them even with Lilith gone: with death and pain arrives another "brother" born from grief and wrath. We'll save him for later.

Whenever they do want to leave the Demon King's Castle, they were met with disdain and disgust. Mammon and Asmo can't even go shopping normally as they were thrown out not for their actions, but for who they were as people - angels. What truly matters, that many Devildom folk do not consider, is that they all maintain a soul within them -- they are alive in a sense, yet "dehumanize" each other.

In extreme conditions, extremist ideologies survive. When "foreigners" arrive, the hate and disdain is palpable. It is this xenophobia and villainization of immigrants that mirror the struggles the brothers face. When they prove themselves through jepordising their own lives, they become "rulers" of the underworld, status shooting up for the underlings they were previosly treated as. They become, in a sense, humanized; it wasn't just about being seen as powerful and preserving that power and status they held in the celestial reallm, it was about mere respect, basic human decency. They were not asking for much.

(i find it interesting that Mammon was one of the first to detest this treatment, and actively found ways to build his reputation: has he been treated like this before? Mammon doesn't seem like the type of character that wants to be pitied by others. or perhaps he wants to give back what he gave to Lucifer for "straightening them up". It's perhaps closely related to the fact that Mammon was more easily adapting to the idea that he was a demon now, better than even Lucifer himself. But at the same time, it wouldn't make sense for him to try and adapt to the view of others to be seen as a "demon". I think I'm thinking too hard about this. Maybe he just wanted the riches and fame, or this is a stretch.)

But for now, they dine as a family... even when in a later instance, the hatred persists, although different.

When Simeon and Luke have dinner at their first dinner within the Devildom, Luke refers to Asmo's newfound ability as "disgusting", and hates the fact that someone as beloved as the "jewel" of the heavens has fallen so low. As soon as they outwardly show this new label that they have claimed, it is still instantly rejected. Luke acts as the personification of natives in the same way rejecting those who have left their countries for a variety of reasons. In many ways are such people seen as traitors and backstabbers through the act of "betraying their homeland", but it is not a crime to want something better for yourself outside where you originally grew up. However, Asmo doesn't realize this and his yearning persists quietly in the background of the dinner as they continue to converse about old memories in the Celestial Realm.

Satan's identity is comparable to that of a second generation immigrant. Yes, he shares blood with Lucifer, but he never was truly an angel. Being born in a place where you have to assimilate at once, and have no knowledge of your homecountry, no knowledge of your "identity" or what you're meant to be... such a problem can resonate with second generation immigrants because they are seen as "one of the other". It can't be both. It is seen through the minor upset Satan has as a table -- everyone was reminicing about their hometown, where they still have positive memories from. The six still maintain identitis shaped from those memories, but Satan's remains unclear, attached to the person he hated the most. It is clear that the brothers's roots, though bittersweet, are still important to them. It still builds their identity and keeps them strong, and it's what Satan needs.

When finally confronted, Asmo finally reveals that he wants to return back to the Celestial Realm and being an angel, a metaphor for returning to one's home country and still taking back that rigid sense of identity established by others. Finally, when everything settles, Belphie and Beel invite the two other angels to play video games together. They all mention this feeling of connection to the room; the area acts as an analogy for shared culture(s), whether that be through food, music, dance, tradition. Though they are now angel and demon, immigrant and native, their identity shines.

The sole benefactor of their turmoil is Diavolo, who is still idealistic - perhaps this experience is what sowed the seeds of uniting the three worlds in peace. Nevertheless Diavolo accomodates them with Barbatos's help, mirroring the provisions the welfare state may provide for its people (in this case, it's asylum seekers). It's helpful, but holds an amount of power almost fragile to touch; the abuse of said power can be actively hurtful and harmful to such migrant communities. Diavolo takes Beel away for his destructive behaviour at dinner, unable to hear the other brothers' pleas for help. Barbatos notes that he has broken rules, and must be punish for destroying the King's property; law enforcement does not involve sympathy nor does it care for situation ethics. It can be sterile, and unmoving for even those who may have been seen to do the "right thing".

For some, they scenes are a reality, whether they may be escaping from extreme conditions or emmigrating for the shot of a better life within the western world. The mere label of "demon" given to them represents not only the physical change they have gone through, but the growth of a completely new and unique identity. The choice to stay in the Devildom is a metaphor for the fact that lines and boarders do not reveal one's true identity. Identity comes from family, culture, and the way that one has been brought up. The brothers embrace the titles of lords of the underworld, yet still preserve parts that still made them unique from the beginning of creation. So if that isn't how true identity works, I don't know what does.

thank you all for reading, and please don't be afraid to share your own thoughts and analysis! thank you to @avirtualdrive for listening to my deranged rambles over vc, as well as @sirstacksalot for just encouraging me to stretch this interpretation further ^^

[landwriter]

Hi! I hope you feel better soon!

This is a great prompt by @academicblorbo about Hob Gadling being the landlord of the Dead Boys. It has a wonderful fill already by @omgcinnamoncakes but I’d love to see what you come up with for it!

Alternative prompt from me if that doesn’t work for your brain: remember the date between Jenny and Maxine? How about one between Jenny and Esther? Poor Jenny is going to really question her taste in beautiful blonde women 😭

Thank you! I saw ‘landlord’ and ‘decades’ and blacked out. I love Hob having them as tenants. Maybe even before the modern day meeting in Sandman.

The Sandman/Dead Boy Detectives, 2.4k, G Dream/Hob, pre-slash, alternating/outsider POV, found family, a reunion and revelations etc.

---

Hob did not, strictly speaking, have tenants. It was more of a minor haunting. Pun intended.

The small room above the pub and below his flat wasn’t worth charging anyone rent for; when he first bought the building he had put a handsome oak desk in there and some bookshelves before wondering who he was possibly keeping up appearances for. Who was he going to take back upstairs that would stop and say, Wait, can I see your office? So he’d left it as more or less an abandoned room.

When he realized a pair of boys were using it as their clubhouse, he didn’t do anything at first. He saw them quietly coming and going a couple times, disappearing around the corner of the first landing. Brazen things. He meant to call after them, but the shout had died in his throat. He’d been young once. He still remembered the need to get away from it all. It was only when he went to check if they’d been making a mess of the room that he discovered it was still locked.

He’d crouched down and inspected the latch and found no marks at all. Huh, he’d said, and jiggled it again, and been a little more interested in whatever clever way they were getting into it after they disappeared up his stairs. Then he didn’t see them for weeks, and assumed they had gotten bored and stopped.

Until they came back. In the middle of an argument, striding through the pub like they owned it. Hob straightened up as they passed him.

“I cannot believe you broke the mirror.”

“I was in a rush! It’s not my fault you forgot you needed Arcana Incantatum after we arrived at the church. And found the demon.”

“I hardly forgot, I only made the mistake of assuming you would know to pack it by now.”

Hob raised his eyebrows. The boys disappeared into the back hallway. He followed them as they went upstairs, too preoccupied with their drama to notice Hob. They turned onto the landing, still carrying on. Even as they walked through the door. The locked, closed door.

Hob blinked. Then he drew his keys from his pocket and opened the door. The boys were still inside. One of them was pulling a mirror out of a backpack that was several times too small for it. They didn’t even look up, and Hob wondered how he couldn’t possibly have put it together earlier. He cleared his throat.

“Hello, boys.” That caught their attention. Hob grinned. “Seems we’re neighbours.”

---

Edwin abhorred getting involved with the living. He and Charles got along perfectly well on their own. They were a duo. An intrepid pair. Best mates, like Charles often stressed whenever he was about to ask something particularly ridiculous of Edwin. They were solid together. As solid as two ghost boys could be. The living, though, were messy and unpredictable.

Perhaps the most salient fact at present: Charles invariably became attached to them.

“He’s sad, mate. I can see it in his eyes.”

“You said those exact words in ‘94 about a dog. At least ask Hob himself.”

Before you decide to adopt him too.

Hob Gadling, irritatingly, was unobjectionable on every ground Edwin could think of. He had made no imposition upon them. When he found them, he only asked them their business, and then told them he was usually downstairs, or upstairs, if they needed anything they couldn’t procure themselves. He had an interest in rare and old books, as it happened. In explaining this, he had also hinted at being far older than his looks would suggest, which vexed Edwin twice over. He knew his curiosity would not be slaked until he talked to Hob, but then he would be the one getting involved with the living, and Charles would hardly let him forget it.

“Do you think he’s really immortal? Mate’s far too calm. Last week I saw him stop a fight downstairs by stepping right between these huge blokes. He just said something and smiled and they backed right off.” Charles lit up. “Do you reckon he’d teach me how to do that? Conflict de-escalation, innit? I could show him some moves with the cricket bat, I bet. Oh, do you think he’s a cricket fan?”

It was obviously a hopeless case, and since the Dead Boy Detectives never took on hopeless cases, there was only one course of action that remained. Edwin had long since disabused himself of the notion he needed to breathe. He had no beating heart, yet when he was startled, he would find himself clutching his chest. Now, he exhaled slowly through his nose in an entirely superfluous sigh of resignation. “Well, Charles, shall we go talk to him?”

---

When the millennium came around, Hob found himself celebrating it with his accidental tenants. There was something gloriously satisfying about being able to make a toast to the next one and have it taken seriously. He’d asked them if they had something better to do - spectral trouble to get into et cetera - and they both looked at him with almost identical put-upon and incredulous expressions.

Hob had a terrible suspicion they thought they were taking care of him as much as he thought he was taking care of them.

Edwin, with his insatiable curiosity and, deep underneath it, something Hob thought he recognized from himself: a sharp animal ferocity and a refusal to go until he’s good and done, natural laws be damned. Charles, still brightly, painfully alive for a ghost - who should be alive still, by all rights, but nothing of this life was fair - who joked to cover up hurt in a way Hob knew too, and glowed any time Hob turned so much as a kind word to him.

He wondered what they saw when they looked at him.

The year ticked over, and technology kept working. Charles grinned innocently and said he could probably possess the telly and break it that way if Hob wanted?

Hob’s heart twinged. He knew they weren’t his, not to keep, but it seemed that teenagers didn’t change at all over the centuries, even if the boys were only sort of teenagers in the way Hob was only sort of in his thirties. It didn’t change that they’d been punted from the mortal coil before having a chance to grow up, and figure out the kind of men they were, and make their own choices and fuck up and try to be better than their fathers, and everything everyone deserved. Hob had made more than his share of mistakes. They hadn’t been given the chance to make nearly any at all.

So they made toasts to the new millennium, to the detective agency, to themselves, all stuck out of time in different ways and refusing to move on for different reasons, and Hob allowed himself to think of Robyn and privately pretend that they were his all the same.

---

A week later, Hob was reminded of the other universal traits of teenagers when he mentioned his stranger and both boys began to grill him with terrifying alacrity. Before turning to his dating life, like ravening bloody wolves. When Edwin had asked, in a specifically nineteenth century manner that Hob remembered all too well, if Hob had always been unmarried, he’d nearly put his head in his hands.

“It can be hard for me to associate with the living too, you know. For obvious reasons.”

Charles had turned to Edwin and hissed “See? I told you.”

Right in front of him. Nobody had taught them manners.

“Manners, Charles,” replied Edwin loftily. “We will, of course, respect your privacy. A man is entitled to his secrets.”

“You’ll go upstairs and rifle through my personal things, is what you’ll do,” said Hob.

Charles coughed to hide his laugh. Edwin flushed and looked away. Hob snorted, and told them about Eleanor and Robyn. Properly. It was a strange relief. He’d told the story wrong for plausibility’s sake so many times he had been worried he’d forget the truth of it one day.

They had listened, and been remarkably quiet until Charles piped up and offered to set him up with a ‘really fit’ ghost. Hob had roundly shut that down. Woefully, not all explanations were satisfying enough. Charles cornered him again the next morning while he was cleaning the bar.

“No, mate, I still don’t get it.” Hob was about to say he no more wanted to be with someone who couldn’t feel pleasure from his touch than someone who would grow old and be taken from him while he stayed the same, when Charles went on, bafflingly, to ask, “Why don’t you meet your mysterious friend more often than once a century?”

Hob sighed. “Adults are often busy, Charles.” Nevermind that he had begun to wonder the same since the eighteenth century. He’d always just assumed time passed differently for his stranger.

Charles just laughed and perched himself on the bar top. “Ooh, low blow. We’re busy too, you know. Plenty of cases to solve.”

“Really,” said Hob. “You’re busy. Right now.”

Charles waggled his eyebrows.

“Charles, I am not a case,” said Hob, sternly as possible. “I’m not even a ghost. He’s not a ghost. No ghosts.”

“We could investigate. Maybe ghosts are involved. What even is he? Why every hundred years? Is it some sort of Persephone situation?”

Hob bit his lip against shouting I don’t know! I don’t know anything about him! Instead, he tried to smile, and felt it come out as a wince instead. “He’s very private.”

Charles scowled. “Yeah, obviously. You don’t even know his name. He can’t be that good of a friend if he’s too busy to see you more than once a century.”

Hob couldn’t see the expression on his own face, but he saw Charles’ shocked reaction well enough. It was so long ago for him, and still Hob knew at once what Charles saw now: that first time you manage to visibly hurt a grown-up’s feelings, people who seemed too old and too stern to actually feel pain, when you’d been going around kicking at them like a new foal, just to stretch your legs.

“Sorry,” said Charles, instant regret chasing his surprise. He was a good kid.

“It’s alright,” said Hob. He meant it. He looked down at the shining bartop. His hands were restless with the urge to light a cigarette. He gave in. It wasn’t like Charles would be dying of lung cancer any time soon if he decided to follow Hob’s example. “I don’t think he would say he’s very good at being a friend either. Truth is, I’d love to see him more often. But we had an awful fight the last time we met. If he forgives me, I’ll have to ask.”

“Mates always make up,” said Charles earnestly. He was such a good kid.

“I suppose they do.” Charles still looked sorry, and Hob clapped him on the shoulder. “Hey. Thanks for looking out for me, Charles.”

Charles beamed at him. “Always. We’ve got your back, me and Edwin.”

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Charles couldn’t bloody believe it. Hob’s friend was here. There was nobody else it could be. He and Edwin were watching from a nearby table, pretending to be absorbed in their own conversation. Neither man noticed them. They were too busy looking at each other.

He couldn’t imagine spending more than a century apart from Edwin. The way Hob had talked about him and his stranger over the years, it sometimes seemed like they were best mates too, no matter how little they saw each other. He was dead sure that’s what had Hob looking so gutted when he thought nobody was looking. He had known they would make up, though. Maybe now Hob would be happier.

“Charles, we really ought not eavesdrop,” hissed Edwin. Right as he scooted his chair closer, the cheeky hypocrite. Hob and his friend were talking too quietly to properly hear, their heads bent together. Lots to catch up on, Charles reckoned. A hundred years. He couldn’t stop thinking about the number. It seemed impossible. Funny, he couldn’t imagine that long away from Edwin, but he could imagine spending that long being best mates. There was nobody he’d rather hide from Death with.

Hob’s face was doing something strange as his long-lost friend talked. Then Hob moved and grasped him by the shoulders, so tight that his knuckles stood out in relief. The man said something in low tones and Hob shook his head, and then pulled him in for a hug. The man stiffened and then relaxed, and his arms came up around Hob’s.

Their cheeks both looked wet.

Charles swallowed and it felt suddenly a little like he was choking. He should look away, only he couldn’t.

“They must be great friends,” said Edwin softly.

“Yeah,” he managed to croak. We won’t ever need to have a reunion like this because I’m never going to lose you, mate. I won’t let them take you. It was stuck behind the phantom lump in his phantom throat. His hand, without him telling it to, reached out and grabbed hold of Edwin’s. Edwin squeezed it hard, and Charles knew he didn’t have to make his voice work after all.

Then the man pushed Hob away, but only far enough to grab his face and pull him back again, thumbing over Hob’s cheeks, and beside him, Edwin honest-to-god gasped, and then Charles momentarily forgot how thoughts worked too.

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It happens thus: in the New Inn, just next door to the White Horse, some 639 years after they first met, Hob Gadling and Dream of the Endless share their first kiss. Neither, if they had bothered to think about it, would have intended to have an audience, but it’s a well-known fact that some kisses cannot wait, and theirs was chief among them, being that it had so much to say, and was so very long overdue.

I missed you, it said, and I came back, it said, and Please don’t go away from me again, and I could not.

And atop them, like blankets, were laid invisible the daydreams of those who saw them, including two long-dead boys, whose dreams were woven from the fresh and unaccounted-for possibilities of Hob kissing his mysterious stranger. Another man, thought Edwin. His best friend, thought Charles. Dream was the only one who could have heeded this, but he did not, because Hob Gadling was holding him tight and daydreaming loudly of this kiss and more, of this today and tonight and tomorrow, ever greedy and ever easily pleased, and Dream could hear nothing at all over their clamouring and comingled joy; the bright gold daydream between the scant space of their bodies that sounded so much like at last.