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yeah gemini...i'll let yk next time i need you to identify my own shadow

those ads for ai integration on phones are so funny bc it seems like they cant. come up with that many use cases that arent already on a phone? "ask gemini to give you recipes when youre cooking!" "use our AI assistant to find the perfect gift for your girlfriend" yeah or i could just like. google it. you've spent millions on a slightly fancier version of an alexa. good job man.

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guys once i'm done w ib exams im going to go back to the fanfic im in the middle of writing

might have to rewrite the first chapters

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do NOT let this man listen to "the smallest man who ever lived" he CANNOT handle it

the look on Roman’s face when deceit says it would be a “wholesome funny prank” my god

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🌍✨ A Voice from Gaza: Fighting for Hope ❤️‍🩹

Hi, my name is Mosab , and I’m from Gaza. Life here has been harder than I could ever imagine, but today I’m sharing my story with hope in my heart, because your kindness has already given us so much strength.

This journey hasn’t been easy. The war has taken 25 family members from us—25 beautiful souls we loved deeply. Their laughter, their presence, their love… all of it is gone, leaving behind memories that are both precious and painful. Every day, I carry the weight of their loss, but I also carry their spirit, which gives me the strength to keep going.

Our Journey So Far

When I first reached out, I couldn’t have imagined we’d make it this far. Your support has been a light in these difficult times, and we are so deeply grateful for every single contribution.

But the road ahead is still challenging. Every day, we’re reminded of how much we’ve lost and how much we still need to rebuild.

Here’s what life in Gaza looks like for my family right now:

🏠 Safety: The uncertainty of tomorrow weighs heavily on us.

😢 Loss: The absence of the 25 family members we’ve lost is a pain we carry every moment.

💔 Dreams on Hold: The future feels so far away when survival takes all our strength.

How You Can Help Us Cross the Finish Line Even the smallest act of kindness can make a difference:

$5 may seem small, but for us, it’s a little relief, a moment of comfort, and a reminder that kindness still exists. ❤️

Can’t donate? Reblog this post to help us reach someone who can. Every share matters more than you know.

✅️ Vetted by @gazavetters ( #309 ) ✅️

Why Your Support Matters Your kindness isn’t just about helping us meet our goal—it’s about reminding us that we’re not alone in this fight. It’s about hope. It’s about survival. And it’s about giving my family a chance to rebuild our lives, even in the face of unimaginable loss.

Thank you for helping us get this far. Your generosity and compassion have already brought us closer to a better tomorrow, and for that, I’m endlessly grateful.

With all my love and gratitude,

Mosab and Family ❤️

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why am i like clawing at my skin about prinxiety in 2025

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mr peabody = logan

sherman = thomas

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Get ready for the storm👹

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embarrassing phases virgil.. dreamy sighh… to me… embarrassing phases isnt the least popular post AA tss episode… to me

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rip roman you would've loved "the smallest man who ever lived"

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great fic read it everybody

|| A Swallow's Symphony in Spring ||

!! This fanfiction is rated mature!!!! Please heed the warnings and read at your own risk !!

Hello all!! Welcome to my masterpost for this years @tss-storytime !!! I'm so, so excited to share this one with you all! This idea has been in the works for a whole long while now.

Hugeee shout out to @ax3-e0ns for the absolutely BEAUTIFUL ART they've done for my fic <3 which you can find here:

Also huge thanks to @the-princey-pie for all your help with worldbuilding, character design and the fic title itself. Thank you to @sleepy-nova-tea for being an amazing cheerleader and brainstorm buddy and @greymillieattheball for your awesome beta reading <33 I couldn't have done this without you guys!!!!

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Roman, Prince of Hirundia, and now heir to the throne after the tragic death of his older twin was perfect. He stood up straight, he did as his mother commanded and he said everything that they wanted to hear. Roman was not suffering, because Princes do not suffer. At least not in the eyes of their kingdom. 

A revolution brews in the back alleys and streets while Roman remains unaware, a new Royal guard joins their force as Roman’s personal guard and despite their first impressions he warms up to Virgil quickly, and despite everything, Virgil seems to like him too - but when everything falls apart and the palace is seized by the people, what was Roman supposed to do with the fact that he was in love with a traitor?

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Warnings:

Abuse (physical and psychological), minor animal abuse, controlling/manipulative parents, past malnourishment/talk about starvation, past major character death, past parental death, nightmares. Violence/murder (non-graphic). Unsympathetic OCs, alcohol, 'off screen' execution, depression, ptsd.

This fic does end happily.

Pairings: Romantic Prinxiety, background QPR Loceit, romantic Remile and Thomas/Nico

Word Count: 57,851

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+ Chapter 1 - Come Wander Quietly +

+ Chapter 2 - And Listen to the Wind +

+ Chapter 3 - Hear the Trumbling in the Stone +

+ Chapter 4 - And Watch the Swallows as they Fly +

+ Chapter 5 - Strike Confusion from your Soul +

+ Chapter 6 - In The Night +

+ Chapter 7 - Come Here and Listen to the Sky +

+ Chapter 8 - Come Walking High +

+ Chapter 9 - Above the Rolling of the sea +

+ Chapter 10 - And will the Swallows Come Again? +

+ Chapter 11 - The Calling of a Hundred Thousand Voices +

+ Chapter 12 - While the Swallows Roam Alone +

+ Chapter 13 - Do you Hear the Angry Bells Ringing in the Night? +

+ Chapter 14 - Do you Hear the Swallows When They've Flown? +

+ Chapter 15 - There is no Sorrow like the Murmur of Their Wings +

+ Chapter 16 - There is no Choir Like Their Song +

+ Chapter 17 - Will Some Loving Ease Your Pain? +

+ Chapter 18 - The Breezes Blow the Petals from your Hand +

+ Epilogue - There is no Power like the Freedom of Their Flight

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Chapter titles taken from 'Swallow Song' by Joan Beaz

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Tags: @full-of-roman-angst-trash @your-local-random-dino @cutebisexualmess @glacierreblogs @roseianxiety @bella-bugatti-frogetti-baguetti @scalesfeathersnfur @oatmeal-stans-the-trash-rat @littlerat2 ( if anyone wants to be added, let me know!)

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Re-e-e-e-ed

Loving you is red

Yes, I write non smut stories too!

This is a Prinxiety fic, in which Roman takes Virgil on a date to the Eras Tour. Virgil is confused until…

They’re just cute and domestic in this ❤️💜

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i'm sorry i've been thinking it for a while but there is no way there was gatorade in virgil's wine glass from that bathtub video from forever ago. it was way too opaque to be gatorade. it was wine.

i don't care just felt like setting the record straight

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Fandom: Sanders Sides (Web Series) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply. There will be adult language, smut, cheating (kinda, not really, it's complicated), manipulation, and other things to be added. This chapter has arguing and adult language.  

This chapter’s Taylor Swift song is “Exile (feat. Bon Iver)”

Here it is:

You Didn't Even Hear Me Out

Virgil had so much to overthink about. He had begun to comb through the past few months and analyze every interaction he had ever had with Roman. He couldn’t tell if the heat in his face that the memory of Princy calling him “hot topic” brought was there originally or whether it was added in hindsight as he sat in his room losing his mind. This all could not have risen so suddenly, surely. But then again, if this cacophony of feelings was a long time coming, was that any better? The more he looked back, the more he realized how he had planted these seeds a while ago.

He decided to break from driving himself mad and instead brave the common area in search of his headphones. He had left them somewhere in there while pacing around the previous night. He was very much hoping that he could find them before Remus did. The Dark Sides’ living room was, you guessed it, characteristically dark. Very few lamps littered the area, giving quite the “evil lair” ambiance. A few chairs were scattered around, all fairly worn from a combination of years of use and daily Remus activities. As Virgil entered the room, he was very disappointed to see that both Remus and Janus were also there. However, he was able to spot his headphones (seemingly fine, though he would have to inspect them before putting them on for sure) on “his” section of the couch. He should just be able to grab them and quietly leave. 

As he walked over to retrieve his lost belongings, Janus spoke. “Remus, humor me, what sort of antics/experiments did you get up to yesterday? I do hope you didn’t break anything, especially not in our kitchen.” He looked directly into Virgil’s eyes despite asking Remus the question. Virgil could feel his body get warmer and his throat dryer. 

“Oh! I mainly did stuff in my room yesterday. It was this really funny thing, so I set up this dungeon right, oh Virgy you will love this-” Virgil was certain that he would not. Luckily for him, and also very unluckily for him, Janus cut off the Duke’s sentence.

“So you didn’t mess about in the kitchen yesterday?”

“Not yesterday…Why? Do you want me to?” A new level of excitement glimmered in Remus’ eyes. 

Janus and Virgil both replied a stern “No.”, the first thing they had agreed upon in weeks. 

“Though, I do find it interesting, if you weren’t messing about in there, then why did Virgil here feel the need to go over and use the others’ kitchen when ours is perfectly fine?” Once again, this quip was worded as if he was expecting Remus to respond, but his unwavering eye contact with Virgil said otherwise. “Furthermore, why accuse Remus of being the reason you were there in a justification to Roman?”

“Aw, Virgil! You told my brother I was wreaking havoc so bad that you had to leave? You’re so kind!” Remus was either completely unaware of the seriousness of this conversation or just didn’t care. Most likely the latter. 

Janus continued, no doubt completely aware of how Virgil hadn’t been able to get a word out in his own defense yet, “Yes, but is making the rest of us look bad so that he can hang out with them is sustainable I wonder?”

“Ok I was not ‘hanging out’ with any of them!” Virgil finally got to argue back, but truth be told he didn’t want to. He wanted to be as far away from this situation as possible. 

“I mean~ if I’m not wrong, Roman was there,” Remus felt the need to contribute, as always. 

“Sure but we were not ‘hanging out’! We were in the same room for like five minutes,” he was sure that Janus would be able to take offense to the situation how it was truthfully, the embellishments were not needed. 

“Well it seems like,” Janus drew this part of the sentence out,”that you’re making us look bad for your own gain.”

“God forbid I take some fucking oreos from the light sides. You told me to get closer to them! You wanted this!” After weeks of not speaking to each other, this argument was a long time coming. Now Janus had stood up and angled himself towards Virgil. Remus seemed quite entertained.

“When I told you to ‘get closer to the light sides to improve our standings’, I did not mean stand in their kitchen and check Roman out!” Virgil froze at this. He had already felt mix emotions on the whole affair, and now somehow Janus knew? Well, Anxiety could figure out that his lie about Remus had alerted him, and the master of disguise himself must have been hiding from that point forward, but when did he leave?

“You checked out my brother?” Remus didn’t seem particularly angry, more amused. “You know I’m the hotter sibling Virgil, I mean come on.”

“I looked at him. You make it sound like I grabbed him by the sash or some shit!” Virgil’s face was flushed with both anger and embarrassment now. He wanted to downplay the whole thing further, but Janus would see through that.

“You might as well have,” Janus retorted.

“Oh fuck you,” Virgil had never wanted to be in a room with Janus less than in this very moment. 

“Kinda sounds like you don’t want to fuck him, Roman however…” Remus chimed in. Both other sides glared at him for a second before returning to glaring at each other. 

“You might as well, if you are going to throw away everything you have with us you might as well maximize it,” Janus almost seemed hurt. He was mostly maintaining a snarky, “gotcha” tone, but Virgil could see through it ever so slightly. That was not helping Virgil in the slightest. 

“I’m not going to fuck the Prince! God you exaggerate everything, having a conversation with you is fucking horrific! Just once I’d like to not feel like a fucking pawn on a chess board!” For years, Virgil had done Janus’ bidding. Sometimes they agreed on it, most times they didn’t, but this was the first time Virgil had explicitly yelled about it. 

“If you could take one for the team that would be great actually! What else are we going to do? Send Remus in?” He had a point. 

“I’ll do it!” Remus did not have a point.

“No, that wouldn’t work. But Virgil is able to communicate with the others without disturbing them too much, I guess he just doesn’t care enough for us to do it, “ Janus pointedly looked back towards Virgil who scoffed at this notion. “You might as well go and join them, see if they’ll let you. Maybe if you get on your knees and cry about how terrible we are they’ll pity you. Maybe if while you’re on your knees you suck off Roman, then you can cross over!”

“God I hate you! I fucking hate you!” Virgil didn’t think he had ever been more enraged in his entire life. He was on his way to storm out of the room, convinced nothing else would come from this conversation when he made one final look at Deceit. “I’m done with this. And if I ever, ever get a chance to leave you in any other capacity than how I’m doing right now, I will jump on it.” 

“Yeah good luck with that. They hate you, remember?” Janus screamed into the hallway. Virgil didn’t respond. He sunk back into the seat he had been resting in and rubbed his temples.

“Well that was bad,” Remus had broken the silence with a bit too cheery of a tone.

“Really? I thought it went rather well.” Janus did not in fact think it went well. 

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Fandom: Sanders Sides (Web Series) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply. There will be adult language, smut, cheating (kinda, not really, it's complicated), manipulation, and other things to be added. This chapter just has a little bit of smut.  

This chapter’s Taylor Swift song is “Guilty as Sin?”

Here it is:

Am I allowed to cry?

     Following that night, Virgil found himself sleeping in his own bed more often than not. Furthermore, he found himself having no desire to spend any excess time with his boyfriend. Too many of their conversations had become different versions of the one a few weeks ago, and he was sick of it. The realization that he no longer wanted to be around, and maybe with, Janus filled him with a deep dread. One that he didn’t feel like facing anytime soon.      In fact, when he decided to leave his room to grab some snacks, he opted to use the kitchen more frequented by the light sides, lest he run into the snake. He had reasoned that he would be quick, just grab something and leave, but it can never be that easy, can it?      As he walked into the brighter and more stocked of the two kitchens, his eyes were met by the Prince, boiling water for pasta. Upon hearing someone entering the room, Roman swiveled from his spot at the stove and turned towards Virgil before an unsavory expression claimed his face. “What are you doing here? Don’t you have your own kitchen to rifle through?” Roman’s gaze was such that Virgil didn’t feel as though he could even step one bit further into the room.      “Um, well, your brother,” Anxiety emphasized the “your”, as to remind Roman of his fairly close connections to the sides he held such disdain for,”is doing some sort of… experiment in the kitchen, and I’d rather not deal with that.” He knew that this excuse would work with Roman as neither would want to continue a conversation about Remus, he would probably just drop the matter and let Virgil grab what he needed. What gave him anxiety though was whether or not the lie he just told would summon Deceit.      “Oh. Yeah um, sure.” Roman went back to his cooking, the water now at a rolling boil. As he dropped his spaghetti into the pot, Virgil moved toward the cabinet where he knew the snacks were. This wasn’t his first time taking from the others’ kitchen, and it was set up fairly similarly to Thomas’ anyway. He opened the cupboard in search of something on the sweeter side, but he found mostly chips. They must have moved things around. Not wanting to start searching and “rifling around”, as Roman had put it, while the Prince was still in the room, he chose to just stare at the unwanted snacks while trying to think of another option. After a minute or so, Princy huffed, “What are you looking for?”      “What?” Virgil had been caught off guard with the sudden noise in what was a near silent room, minus the water boiling on the stove.      “What are you looking for? You’ve just been staring at that cabinet for forever now.” Roman looked a little exasperated, but also a little amused at how cluelessly Anxiety was staring back at him.      “Oh, um. Something sweet, I guess?” Virgil was confused at this situation. Not only were things moved around in a kitchen that’s layout had been untouched for a steady couple of years, but also, Roman Sanders was willingly helping him. Odd.      “Ah. Yeah Logan moved those,” he reached up to the cabinet which was above him, across from Anxiety, and opened its doors, “he wanted to hide them from Patton. Take your pick.” He gestured to the snacks available to Virgil.      “Oreos, I guess.”      “Oreos it is!” Roman turned back around and stretched his arm up to grab the blue package, in doing so the shirt he was wearing rode up exposing his fairly toned back. Virgil definitely did not look.      He muttered a quick “thanks” as he took the cookies from Roman and began to walk out back to his room.      “My pleasure.” Princy returned to his cooking with a smile, and not an ingenuine, shit-eating grin that Virgil had grown used to receiving. That was also… odd.      He walked back to his room conflicted, to say the least. That was way too nice of an interaction with the Prince. That was it mainly, it wasn’t that he had caught a teaser of what Roman looked like shirtless (which, by the way, maybe tracking down and slaying dragon-witches wasn’t too crazy as it seemed to be a pretty good workout regime), or the fact that he had caught himself staring for longer than he should have (the entire time that the opportunity to stare was available), or even that the stupid Prince had shown him a stupid smile that was definitely nothing more to Virgil than stupid. He wasn’t even hungry for the oreos anymore.      He walked into his room and the feeling of stepping into a nervous echo chamber engulfed him. He had been drowning in stress for around three weeks now. He had no clue how to navigate the fact that all of his relationships seemed to be changing. Him and Janus were rapidly declining, almost never speaking, and when they did, it was to argue. They couldn’t even look each other in the eyes anymore. On the other hand, the other sides, notably Logan and Patton, seemed to not hate him as much, Patton even seemed to like him. And then there was Roman. Well, no there wasn’t, nothing had really changed with Roman. So why did it feel like it did? Why did the usual feeling of dread and disdain that Virgil worked so hard to upkeep against Roman not show itself when he had smiled at him? Why was Virgil able to look him into the eyes? And most importantly, why, in such a high stress situation, could Virgil see his eyeshadow developing tints of purple?      This was not good at all. For so many reasons, Virgil could name them all. Firstly, he loved Janus. At some point at least. He really wasn’t confident on that currently but still, were things really about to end? And how would that go? He would be stuck aligned with his ex against the light sides. Even worse, Virgil did not want to see what Janus was capable of post a breakup. And Roman of all people? To develop a… Virgil didn’t want to even think it. But he was, he was deep in thought about it. That stupid vision of his lower back and his kind words and his stupid smile were all swirling around in his head. He felt dizzy. He also felt guilty.      But… it’s not as though there was anything to be holding on to in his relationship. And these are just feelings, not actions. He wasn’t actually touching a shirtless Roman, only thinking about it. Still, that didn’t stop him from feeling guilty as he unzipped his pants. Then again, no one was going to get hurt from this, if anything it was the worst for Virgil. And Deceit did always argue in favor of self-care. But again, he still felt guilty with each stroke and subsequent labored breath.      Everything in his life was seeming to be going both wrong and right at the same time, so why not react by being both wrong and right? If things were really, completely over with his boyfriend, and he was about to be thrown in between the dark sides and the light sides to be hated by both of them, then what is he really losing here? How is one make-believe situation that’s consuming him whole going to really affect him? That’s all it was: make-believe, a dream. No matter how real any of it felt, it is just a fictional idea. And yet, that did nothing to stop the feeling of guilt crashing over him, among other feelings as well.

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Fandom: Sanders Sides (Web Series) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply. There will be adult language, smut, cheating (kinda, not really, it's complicated), manipulation, and other things to be added. This chapter just has the language and manipulation stuff. 

I finally started working on the fic idea I've had for a while now! It's an eventual prinxiety story but it's messy with a bit of anxceit and roceit thrown in as well. Every chapter has a Taylor Swift song related to it.

Here’s the first chapter:

Clandestine Meetings and Longing Stares 

     Virgil sank out of Thomas’ living room thankful that the episode had not required much effort on his part. It was mainly just Roman raving about cartoons and Patton agreeing, not much room for scrutiny. He had noticed that had become a bit more common in recent weeks. Logan had been pleasant to him after that debate they had, both Logan and Roman agreed with him when discussing Thomas’ maturity; it really seemed like Virgil was making headway with the others. Now, in no way did he ever expect to get much further than this, honestly he wasn’t sure he wanted that. Being abrasive was the best way for him to do his job, losing that could put everything in jeopardy. But it was nice to not be under constant fire.      In addition to being nice, it was also short lived. Virgil had materialized in the common/mind-place area as he was headed to Janus’ room rather than his own. Princey happened to take notice of this.      “Not immediately returning to your lair, I see.” He was standing between Virgil and the hallway he needed to take, thus trapping him in conversation.      “Not today. You’re in my way,” Virgil replied. He was looking ahead expectantly, waiting for Roman to move.      “I apologize,” he didn’t move, “but I am curious about your diversion from your typical routine.”      “Why? What do you care where I’m going?” They both knew where he was going. The light sides had a habit of pretending Deceit didn’t exist, and Anxiety meeting up with him threatened that false security they had given themselves.      “Y’know, I just don’t think you need to be-”      “What gives you a right to think about my relationships?” Virgil had never been so blunt on the subject. He often hid from the light sides as it gave him more leverage. But here was the stupid prince with his stupid face trying to tell him about his stupid thoughts and Virgil just wasn’t having it. He also didn't feel like having to come up with defenses to give to Roman at this very moment.      Roman raised his eyebrows but moved out of the way. And without another word Virgil trudged forward towards Deceit’s room, hood over his head and looking down. This had become a common routine for the two of them. Virgil would go off to Thomas and the light sides for a bit before sneaking back to Janus. This was how it had to be for them. If Virgil wanted Thomas to listen to him, he needed some level of respect from the other sides, so he mostly hid his relationship. Janus didn’t mind of course, this was the environment that he thrived in, unlike Virgil. In fact, it had been he who had suggested this method.      Virgil made it to his boyfriend’s room and knocked. The door clicked open, allowing him to enter the dark yet elegantly decorated room. He sat in the arm chair he had claimed years ago, the one across from Janus. Virgil disliked the layout of Janus’ room due to the fact that all of the furniture was set in a way that Virgil could only describe as “corporate”. The chairs they sat on currently face each other, rather than being adjacent to each other which Virgil thought he might prefer, making every conversation seem as though it was an interview.      “So how did today go?” Janus finally looked up from his book to give Virgil some attention. His question was not focused on the actual highs and lows of the other’s day, but rather the specifics of the video. Janus had decided that these new videos as well as the recent closeness, if you could call it that, of Anxiety to the light sides had provided a new opportunity. He was determined to win some respect and potentially power for the dark sides, as being in an exiled state in the mind palace had grown rather tiresome. Truth be told, Virgil didn’t really know all of the specifics of the plan Janus had devised, he just knew that he played some role in it, a major one potentially. Not knowing his role on Janus’ chessboard did un-nerve him to an extent, but who else could do what he did? Thomas wasn’t even aware of the other dark sides’ existences.      “It went fine. Nothing notable.” The upwards trajectory was evident to the both of them, however his most recent conversation with Roman probably didn’t do them any favors. Best to not mention that to Janus.       Deceit gave a nod of agreement, showing that he did in fact agree. Virgil didn’t know why he did this. Why Janus would ask how a particular video or interaction had gone when he seemed to have an opinion already. Would Virgil’s insight impact that opinion, or was it a test? “I think you need to push more, get Thomas on your side a bit more.”      “I don’t want to talk about this right now, can we not?” The weight of the day was pressing down on him and he didn’t want to think about anything of real importance really. He didn’t really know what Janus wanted with this situation. Getting too close to the light sides was a liability, a weakness, but being too outcasted was useless to them. In situations like these, the issue was usually that Janus knew exactly how he would do it, but that can’t always translate well to Virgil.      Janus looked back down to his book. He waited a moment before letting out a little huff and replying, “Pardon me. I suppose I’m not such a fan of our current situation and was hoping you would be able to fix it. My mistake.”      “Don’t.”      “No, I mean, I’d do it myself, but with how we see Thomas react to your presence, I’m sure my own would be an even more incredible blunder.” Janus had now stood up and gone to put his book away. Virgil tracked him across the room with his eyes. He hated this. He hated when Janus would try to make him feel small, discipline him like he was a misbehaving kid, as if Virgil was the one who had asked for this. He wanted to scream, but he didn’t      “It was your decision to throw me in there first,” he pointedly reminded. It was true that Janus, working under the assumption that Virgil would be the easiest of the dark sides for the others to reconcile with, had been the one to heavily suggest that Virgil give up his secrecy.      “I figured you could handle it. I thought you were tougher than you look.”      “Oh fuck off.” Anxiety hated when Janus pulled out this card.      “You know I’m joking!” Virgil wasn’t so sure he did know that. “Come on, let’s watch something.”      “Alright, move over.” They both got into the bed that was centrally placed in the room. As Virgil switched through the options available on Netflix, Janus cuddled closer to him. Virgil couldn’t shake the feeling that had dawned on him. He wasn’t happy right where he was. He did not want to be in this bed next to Janus. But he didn’t move.

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if virgil was not accepted in 2020 i think he would've ate up fairy comments