#so lemme know what you wanna see!

[frienderbender]

what AU(s) do you wanna see more stuff of next year? i’d love to know!

[soldierboys]

some posters i made for class. because we all know what supernatural is about right?

♡ prints available on my shop ♡

[mishy-mashy]

Bruce is actually really attractive, and I have enough reasoning to make a list

He's:

Tall (. Tall enough to hit his head on the vault doorframe)

Long-legged

Has a straight nose bridge

Has high cheekbones (more noticeable in 2nd pic below)

Has a strong jawline

Sharp eyes, but they aren't small (plus eyebags if you're into that)

Overall, he has strong, attractive facial features

Has broad, refined shoulders. You can tell he works out (or he did, when he was alive)

Even has a thick, muscly neck

He has MUSCLE. Is SCULPTED. NOICE. VERY NOICE. (nice arms. Nice shoulders. Nice neck. Nice legs. Nice butt-)

(There are actually panels where you can see some of his muscles. Other than those already shown here, he's got bricky thighs-

-and in the panels where we first get his name dropped, he's got those shoulder blades too-)

The one time we see him smile, and he actually has a scary one

Has small, kinda sharp pupils, and his eyes remind me of a cat. We only ever saw him tense or defensive, so his resting/listening face is really cute

Other than the physical appearance stuff, he also:

Takes shit without batting an eye (patience, knowing it's just how Kudo is, etc)

Kudo being all "Cut the crap Bruce and give it to me straight", after Bruce tests his blood and is rightfully Concerned because they just faced AFO

Put up with Kudo's experimenting and testing over Yoichi's transferable Factor

Did ya'll see the look on Kudo's face when he realized he had Yoichi's Factor/will? Kudo was going to start in nonsense and Bruce just dealt with that.

Also something I noticed when looking back at the images here; Bruce has bandages on his arms in the void. But not when he faced AFO in the sewers.

Were he and Kudo cutting their arms open in their experimenting over Yoichi's theory? Is this why Kudo has two gauntlets instead of his one? Why we never see his bare arms in the void? That he always keeps his arms down so there's no slip?

Is smart enough to run blood tests, plus has enough common sense to pick Shinomori as his successor

He picked a guy who avoids society, has an Ability to detect danger so he can always stay away from AFO, is also a coward so he's never going to go throw himself into danger, even without knowing instinctively he stands no chance, etc.

Meanwhile, Kudo chose Bruce, who he played Hot Potato Yoichi with; but he did also trust Bruce, and put the only pure combative Ability in OFA through Bruce.

These two made their choices based on what they valued and saw the Factor needed.

Is logical, analytical, and calm.

He tried advising Midoriya on their Abilities in One For All, especially his own.

Midoriya then tried ignoring him about using Fa Jin for the first time, but found he was right, thinking: "Dammit!! I had [Lady Nagant] right where I wanted her, but... ugh! The Third was right. My parallel Quirk processes are all screwed up!" (ch. 314).

Plus, when Midoriya fixed his processing mistakes, Bruce was analyzing the way he reached his new conclusion. Pure facts, no bias, very calm, just saying it as it was.

We never see him panic. When he's caught by surprise in the sewers by AFO, Kudo, and Yoichi's little bubble event, he immediately reacts. He doesn't falter, he just knows he has to do something right now.

Was more willing to listen than Kudo to Yoichi's beckon, and probably was just following Kudo's rejection of Midoriya

While we don't see Kudo's face, we see Bruce's eyes when Yoichi calls on his heroes. Bruce was more open and receptive, or at least more impacted.

Bruce was also the one to start talking, while Kudo just kept quiet.

He actually communicates a lot

When Yoichi called them to support Midoriya, Bruce started talking to paint a picture of why they thought the way they did, so Yoichi understood where they were coming from.

(Though he seems to beat about the bush sometimes, since Kudo spoke up to be direct on how they couldn't just put their trust in some starry-eyed teenager. Plus, when Kudo tells him to just tell him what's wrong [double Factors])

When Midoriya first used Fa Jin against Nagant, Bruce came out just to tell him he knew what he was trying, but that Midoriya wasn't ready; and Midoriya found he was right. Midoriya just didn't want to listen to him then.

He asks Kudo for clarification after finding Kudo had two Factors in him after the sewer incident ("Just to be sure, All For One didn't touch you, right?") Kudo knew him well enough to go "stop beating around the bush and tell me", so Bruce was probably gonna start with questions, theories, and trying to understand everything in general, before saying "yeah you have two Factors. Don't know why".

Is strong-willed and loyal.

He followed Kudo, even to death, carrying on the cause he started until it ended with him.

Plus, when talking about how AFO needs a strong will to override OFA's own, we first see Bruce, Kudo, and Yoichi.

AFO couldn't steal OFA because the will was too strong for him, and that was back during Banjo's time. Since Shinomori never actually tried opposing AFO and just hid, we can assume the first Three (Yoichi, Kudo, Bruce) already had an accumulation of strong willpower that made OFA un-stealable. Those three are a strong enough foundation, and the main wills, that the other users just become bonuses.

Kudo, also saying that Midoriya needs allies with the same will and drive as him... hey Kudo, you're talking about yourself and your old allies, aren't you? That's why you look at Yoichi and Bruce when you say this.

Not only is Bruce attractive, but he's got good character. THE END.

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

waitin for my concerta to kick in starin at a window how're yall doing

[todayisafridaynight]

rate the outfit

[essektheylyss]

Okay but for real, please download Merlin, the Cornell-based bird-logging app. It is so great. It will tell you about birds in your area. It will make you so insufferable on hikes and outings. It doesn't have any comments section so if this site gets nuked do NOT try to find me there but know that that's where I'm hanging. Having a great time birdwatching. Logging the bluejay that bullies my cats. Helping researchers track where birds are for climate change-related population monitoring. 10/10, highly recommend getting a life and doing some silly birdwatching.

[chrollohearttags]

yk, I’d be waaay more inclined to believe this whole ‘I’m sick of x, y and z trope w black writers/readers’ IF y’all didn’t make it contingent upon what and who was popular. I’m starting to think y’all only care when it’s a fandom or set of characters you don’t like. Or like anymore rather lmao.

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

Karkat: FUCK YOU. YOU USELESS PIECE OF SHIT. YOU ABSOLUTE WASTE OF SPACE AND AIR. YOU UNEDUCATED, IGNORANT, IDIOTIC DUMB SWINE, YOU’RE AN ABSOLUTE EMBARRASSMENT TO HUMANITY AND ALL LIFE AS A WHOLE. THE MAGNITUDE OF YOUR FAILURE JUST NOW IS SO INDESCRIBABLY MASSIVE THAT ONE HUNDRED YEARS INTO THE FUTURE YOUR NAME WILL BE USED AS MONIKER OF EVIL FOR HERETICS. EVEN IF ALL OF HUMANITY PUT TOGETHER THEIR COLLECTIVE INTELLIGENCE THERE IS NO CONCEIVABLE WAY THEY COULD HAVE THOUGHT UP A WAY TO FUCK UP ON THE UNIMAGINABLE SCALE YOU JUST DID. WHEN JESUS DIED FOR OUR SINS, HE MUST NOT HAVE SEEN THE SACRILEGIOUS ACT WE JUST WITNESSED YOU PERFORMING, BECAUSE IF HE DID HE WOULD HAVE FORSAKEN HUMANITY LONG AGO SO THAT YOUR BIRTH MAY HAVE NEVER BECOME REALITY. AFTER YOU DIE, YOUR SKELETON WILL BE DISPLAYED IN A MUSEUM AFTER BEING SCIENTIFICALLY RESEARCHED SO THAT ALL FUTURE GENERATIONS MAY LEARN NOT TO GENERATE YOUR BONE STRUCTURE, BECAUSE EVERY TINY DETAIL ANYONE MAY HAVE IN COMMON WITH YOU DEGRADES THEM TO A USELESS PIECE OF TRASH AND A BURDEN TO SOCIETY. NO WONDER YOUR FATHER QUESTIONED WHETHER OR NOT YOU WERE TRULY HIS SON, FOR YOU'D HAVE TO NOT BE A WASTE OF CARBON MATTER FOR ANYONE TO LOVE YOU LIKE A FAMILY MEMBER. YOUR BIRTH MADE IT SO THAT MANKIND IS WORSE OF IN EVERY WAY YOU CAN POSSIBLY IMAGINE, AND YOU HAVE MADE IT SO THAT SOCIETY CAN NEVER REALLY RECOVER INTO A STATE OF THE ORGANIZATION. EVERYTHING HAS FOREVER FALLEN INTO BEWILDERING CHAOS, THROUGH WHICH UNRECOGNIZABLE CORE, YOU CAN ONLY FIND MISFORTUNE. I WOULD SAY THE APOCALYPSE IS UPON US BUT THIS IS MERELY THE CLOSEST WORD HUMANS HAVE FOR THE SHEER SCALE OF HORROR THAT IS NOW A REALITY. YOU HAVE FOREVER CONDEMNED EVERYONE YOU LOVE AND KNOW INTO AN ETERNAL STATE OF SUFFERING, WORSE THAN ANY HUMAN CONCEPT OF HELL. YOU ARE SUCH AN UNHOLY BEING, THAT IF YOU STEP WITHIN A ONE HUNDRED FOOT RADIUS OF A HOLY PLACE OR A PLACE THAT HAS EVER BEEN DEEMED IMPORTANT BY ANYONE, YOUR DISTORTED SAC RELIGIOUS SOUL WILL RUIN WHATEVER MEANING IT EVER HAD BEYOND REPAIR. YOU ARE AN IDIOTIC, SHIT-EATING, DUMBASS APE AND NO ONE HAS EVER LOVED YOU. RHODES ISLAND WOULD HAVE BEEN BETTER OFF IF YOU'D NEVER JOINED US. YOU ARE A LYING, BACKSTABBING, COWARDLY USELESS PIECE OF SHIT AND I HATE YOU WITH EVERY SINGLE PART OF MY BEING. EVEN THIS WORLD'S FINEST WRITERS AND POETS FROM THROUGHOUT THE AGES COULD NEVER HOPE TO ACCURATELY DESCRIBE THE SCALE ON WHICH YOU JUST FUCKED UP, AND HOW INCREDIBLY IDIOTIC YOU ARE. ANYONE THAT BELIEVES IN ANY RELIGION OUT THERE SHOULD NOW REALIZE THAT THEY HAVE BEEN WRONG THIS ENTIRE TIME, FOR IF DIVINE BEINGS WERE REAL, THEY WOULD NEVER HAVE ALLOWED A BEING SUCH AS YOU TO STAIN THE EARTH AND THIS UNIVERSE. IN THE FUTURE, THERE WILL BE HORROR STORIES MADE ABOUT YOU, WITH THE SCARIEST PART OF THEM BEING THAT THE READER HAS TO REALIZE THAT SUCH AN INDESCRIBABLE MONSTER ACTUALLY EXISTS AND THAT THE HORRIFIC EVENTS FROM THE MOVIE HAVE ACTUALLY TAKEN PLACE IN THE SAME WORLD THAT THEY LIVE IN RIGHT NOW. YOU ARE THE ABSOLUTE EMBODIMENT OF EVERYTHING THAT HAS EVER BEEN WRONG ON THIS EARTH, YET YOU MANAGE TO MAKE IT SO THAT THAT IS ONLY A SMALL PART OF THE EVIL THAT IS YOUR BEING. NEVER IN THE HISTORY OF MANKIND HAS THERE BEEN ANYONE THAT COULD HAVE PREDICTED SUCH AN ELDRITCH ABOMINATION, BUT HERE YOU ARE. IT’S HARD TO BELIEVE THAT I AM SEEING SUCH AN INCREDIBLE FAILURE WITH MY OWN EYES, BUT HERE I AM, SO UNFORTUNATELY I CANNOT DENY YOUR EXISTENCE. EVEN IF I DID MY VERY BEST, MY VOCABULARY IS NOT ABLE TO DESCRIBE THE SHEER MAGNITUDE OF THE IDIOTIC MISTAKE THAT IS YOU. EVEN IF TIME TRAVEL SOMEDAY WILL BE INVENTED, THERE STILL WOULD NOT BE A SINGLE SOUL WILLING TO GO BACK IN TIME TO BEFORE THIS MOMENT TO FIX HISTORY, BECAUSE HAVING TO WITNESS SUCH INCREDIBLE HORRORS IF THEY FAILED WOULD HAVE TOO MANY MENTAL AND PHYSICAL DRAWBACKS THAT NOT EVEN THE BRAVEST SOUL IN HISTORY WOULD BE WILLING TO RISK IT. I CANNOT IMAGINE THE PURE DREAD YOUR MOTHER MUST HAVE FELT WHEN SHE HAD TO CARRY A BABY FOR NINE MONTHS AND THEN GIVING BIRTH TO SUCH A WRETCHED MONSTER AS YOU

[alectoperdita]

So I wrote a bit for that gang boss!Jou and defense attorney!Kaiba idea. Originally, I had wanted to start it in media res with them already in a relationship, but as soon as I sat down at the keyboard, I spat out a first (re-)meeting and backstory.

Might keep poking at it but not sure what I have here besides some vibes.

But in the words of the impeccable @elexica, the booty is privileged and confidential.

Rated T, has smoking and suggestive language

Read on AO3

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"Who are you?" the man asked, tonguing the inside of his cheek and puffing out the darkening bruise marring his skin.

A sharp golden gaze swept up and down the length of Seto's body. While it was mostly critical and cautious, a note of appreciation bled through, and if he had to guess, it wasn't in admiration for his stylishly fitted suit. Judging by the loud crimson blazer and tartan plaid slacks, Seto's choice of a classic black suit was a far-cry from his personal preferences.

People dressed for the job they wanted. For Seto, it was the part of a respectable attorney. The other man screamed punk, well, he might've been a punk ten or more years earlier. No, Seto's client was obviously a mid-tier sub-lieutenant with punks under his direction to do his dirty work for him.

Seto was no stranger to clients like this. And most importantly, he wasn't a stranger to this man specifically.

While the appearance—strong square jaw, atrociously bleached hair, and flashy ear piercings—may have changed in the intervening decades, his name had not. Unlike Seto, Jounouchi Katsuya never escaped the orphanage before he aged out. Based on his current situation, it wasn't difficult to surmised what kind of life he led after he finally left that dreadful place.

If not for that name, Seto wouldn't have recognized his once childhood friend. As Jounouchi currently peered at him without a spark of recognition.

But that was a matter to address later. Or maybe never.

"Your lawyer," Seto answered brusquely. "Yoshimori-san sent me."

Breaking eye contact, the blond man stuck a pinky into his ear, reclining and crossing his legs. He looked more like he was lounging at a club than being held for police interrogation. "Good old Yoshimori, ya can always count on him to have yer back."

"Then keep your mouth shut so I can get you out of here," he growled.

His client threw up both hands in capitulation, flashing a surprisingly dazzling grin, split lip and bloodstained teeth and all. "You're the boss."

Seto addressed the detective lingering by the door, as if he was guarding it. "As I understand it, the other party doesn't wish to pursue charges. Not to mention, he's admitted to instigating the fight. It was a misunderstanding. You have no reason to hold Jounouchi-san any longer."

The officer, Sergeant Honda Hiroto as he previously introduced himself, hemmed and hawed. "We're still verifying Mega's liquor and business license."

"Which is Community Safety Bureau," Seto countered. "That shouldn't concern CIB."

He knew how the game was played, though. OCCB and CIB had to make regular shows of force to placate their superiors, which meant scheduled sweeps through the clubs and bars in the nightlife district, seeing what they could catch in their wide trawling nets. Last night's catch included his rambunctious client. But after nearly 10 hours, the police had yet to charge him and they made minimal efforts to keep Seto from seeing him.

In other words, they had nothing and were just trying to run out clock on 48 hours.

"Yeah, I'm just an honest businessman," Jounouchi slumped forward to interject. "And that asshole totally started it. He couldn't keep his hands to himself and was hassling the girls. I wasn't about to let him—"

Seto silenced him with a sharp glower. Jounouchi shut his mouth with an audible click before miming a zipper closing over his lips.

"As Mega's manager, Jounouchi-san has a responsibility for the safety of his staff. If anything, this was an act of self-defense. But if you insist on charging him with assault, I expect a similar charge levied against the other party," Seto said before fishing his phone out of his pocket. "Head Prosecutor Mitsurugi might have something to say to that effect."

As much as Seto disliked name-dropping the prick—not to mention the disgruntled phone call he was bound to receive later, it lit a fire under the cop's ass. But it still took almost an hour to process Jounouchi's release, more dragging feet to mainly inconvenience the gangster. And while billable hours were always appreciated, Seto simply wanted to go home and collapse into bed, sleep a dreamless slumber. Going straight from a two-day depo to handling a new troublesome client wore even him thin.

By the time they left the building, the sun vanished beneath the horizon once more.

"So, do I gotta pay you or what?" asked Jounouchi, rocking back and forth on the ball and heel of his feet. There was a touch of self-consciousness to the action that had been absent inside the police building.

In comparison, Seto's posture remained unnaturally stiff. "It'll be billed to Yoshimori-san's account."

"Aw cool. I mean I'm good for it even if he wasn't. Just ain't got the cash on me at this second." Jounouchi said quickly. He stared at Seto's face for several long seconds, before looking away, jamming his hands into his blazer pockets, and re-emerging with a carton of smokes and a lighter.

"You'll want to do that somewhere else. Unless you want Domino's finest to cart you right back inside," cautioned Seto.

"You're right. Guess that's why you make 'em big bucks." With the unlit cigarette already pinched between his teeth, his eyes crinkled with laughter.

Seto couldn't say what force compelled him to follow the other man. Not nostalgia. Not really. He didn't know this Jounouchi. The boy from his memory sported dark black hair, shaggy and often falling over his brown eyes. At twelve, he'd been gangly, taller than Seto. Now Seto, who didn't hit his growth spurt until his late teens, loomed over him, and Jounouchi had filled out, especially around the shoulders. No wonder Jounouchi didn't recognize him.

Curiosity, perhaps.

Or maybe a search for closure. Then he could bury those memories after tonight.

They rounded the corner, where they found a designated smoking spot. Jounouchi sagged against a wall and flicked his lighter to life, then paused. The small dancing flame illuminated his face, glinted off his gold piercings and chain jewelry, alit his hair with orange.

"Did you want one?" he asked, curiosity and something else shining from deep in his eyes.

Seto could bid him a good night here. He did his job. That was the only reason for his presence. Instead, he reached into his inner jacket pocket and produced a slim black electronic cigarette. "No thanks. I have my own."

Jounouchi made a faint huffing noise. "Mr. Fancy Pants here."

The fire seared the cigarette's tip and ignited a red cherry. In contrast, Seto's e-cig emitted a calming blue light. They puffed withing seconds of each other, smoke streaming out of their mouths and noses only to twine together and ascend into the darkening night sky. For several moments, there was no conversation. Merely sharing the same space as they each partook of their vice.

Unsurprisingly, Jounouchi broke the silence first. He was quick to get antsy even as a child. But there was a kind of mindfulness and purpose of action that Seto hadn't seen in their youth.

"Are ya sure we haven't met before? You seem familiar." Jounouchi tilted his head as he considered Seto at length. After another beat, a cocksure smile spread across his lips. "Maybe you've been to Mega before. But I'm pretty sure I would've bought you a drink in that case."

Seto coughed. And it wasn't due to the smoke suddenly pooling in his lungs. "No. I've never been."

Jounouchi's face lit up. "You should come by sometime! Like tonight. Bet you could use a good time after a long day of hanging around all them stuffy lawyers."

"Need I remind you that I'm a 'stuffy lawyer' too?" Seto asked stiffly.

Laughter peeled out of Jounouchi. He lurched forward and strung a muscled arm around Seto's shoulders. His warm breath washed over Seto's ear as he spoke in a hushed suggestive tone. "Aww, you're too cute to be walking around with a stick up yer ass unless... I'm sure we can take that to a love hotel."

Heat swept through Seto like a wildfire. It dried his mouth. His mind blanked. Jounouchi was flirting with him. Trying to pick him up with zero regard to who Seto was—a stranger, a lawyer who hauled his ass out of the police station not minutes ago, his childhood friend he hadn't seen in decades and apparently forgot about.

His first kiss, an innocent one they snuck under a shadowed canopy when they were thirteen. Faster than lightning and never to be repeated again. But it lived on in Seto's memory, a shimmering spot in an otherwise bleak childhood.

For an instant, he considered letting that invitation play its course. Whether it ended with a drink at the club that Jounouchi now managed or them tangled between each other's sweaty limbs and the hotel sheets. Criminal record or not, and there was decidedly one, Jounouchi had grown into a devilishly handsome man. His touch already set Seto aflame. And it felt like forever since Seto had that chance to indulge with a like-minded individual.

His profession was a painfully conservative one. Even if there were those willing to get into bed with the mob.

So why not actually get into bed with the mob?

A roll in the hay. A fun romp for everyone involved. No strings attached. No muss, no fuss.

Slowly, Seto exhaled. He powered off his e-cig and slipped free of Jounouchi's arm. "Have a good evening, Jounouchi-san. Should you need legal counsel in the future, you can get in contact with Kaiba and Ishida."

He didn't bother leaving a business card. Instead, he swiftly cut across the lot toward his car.

"Don't be like that. You could at least give me a ride!"

"I don't think we're headed in the same direction. It's easy to catch a taxi in this area." He said without looking back.

Jounouchi gave chase, though. "Ain't got cash. Think they nicked my spare change."

His footsteps quickened. "Then file a complaint at the station."

"Hey, bro—"

"Don't call me—"

"Seto!"

Seto stopped in his tracks before pivoting sharply. "What did you say?"

"Seto. That's your name, right?"

Jounouchi slowed to a stop, huffing as he bent over and braced his knees. This time, the smile he flashed was more dopey. It was almost as fond as yesteryears.

But they were both changed. Grown. Too many lost years stood between them now.

Seto's mouth dried a second time. "I thought you'd forgotten."

As Jounouchi straightened, he dropped his cigarette and stamped it out beneath his heel. Seto remained glued to his spot as Jounouchi closed the distance again. Yet he startled when a warm, calloused palm cradled his cheek.

And he was struck by the strangeness of peering down at Jounouchi's face when the reverse had been true last time.

"Forget those gorgeous blue eyes? Never," muttered Jounouchi. He stood so close that Seto could smell the tar on his breath.

Despite the tender gesture and words, annoyance crested in a wave. It bled straight into his speech. "So was all that before your idea of a sick joke?"

"Nah, I meant it. I mean, I was totally trying to pick you up. And you seemed familiar. Then it hit me when you walked away. I... I can't believe it's really you. Why didn't you say something earlier?"

Seto bit his bottom lip. Jounouchi's eyes darkened, but not from want or arousal. A black cloud swept over his face. His hand fell away like a rock.

"Oh, I see. Can't be seen associating with the riff-raff," he snorted. "Well, thanks for the rescue, I guess. See ya in another 15 years."

With a mind of its own, Seto's hand shot out, seizing Jounouchi's wrist so the other man couldn't slip into the dark and vanish from Seto's life again. "Don't put words into my mouth," he spat through gritted teeth. "This isn't a good place to discuss this."

This being the middle of the police headquarters' visitor parking lot. Where any law enforcement official could come across their unexpected heart-to-heart.

Without releasing Jounouchi's hand, in fact his grip tightened, he pulled Jounouchi along to where his car was parked two aisles over.

The gangster let loose an impressed whistle when Seto unlocked the vehicle, a Lexus sedan. "You are doing well for yerself, ain't ya, Seto?"

The use of his given name made his skin crawl. But not enough that Seto considered abandoning him at that parking lot. Jounouchi didn't wait for an explicit invitation before he slipped into the passenger's seat. Resting one hand on top of the hood, Seto took a fortifying breath and hoped he wasn't making a mistake.

"So where are we headed?" asked Jounouchi.

"Seatbelt," he grumbled before keying the ignition.

"Yeah yeah yeah."

With his passenger buckled in, Seto navigated his car out of the lot and into Domino's streets.

Less than a minute passed before Jounouchi repeated his question. "Where are we going?"

Seto was still considering the options. For once, he didn't have a plan, much less know what his desired end goal was. Keeping his gaze fixed on the road ahead, he eventually replied, "You asked for a ride."

"Hmm, a 'ride,' huh?"

Something landed high on his right thigh. A quick downward glance confirmed it was Jounouchi's hand. Seto white-knuckled the steering wheel.

"Jounouchi," he growled as a warning.

A sigh, then Jounouchi's hand retracted. Seto's leg tingled in the wake of its departure.

"You seriously need to lighten up. You don't wanna talk. You don't wanna fuck. Whaddaya want, Seto?"

Jounouchi's gaze bore into the side of his face, and Seto hoped it was dark enough to hide the heated flush flooding his face.

He cleared his throat before declaring, "I want a drink."

Jounouchi hummed. Hard to tell if it was in agreement or in acknowledgment, though.

When he leaned forward, Seto couldn't help but tense. But Jounouchi was fiddling with the buttons on his dashboard until the radio blared to life. It was still tuned to the same talk news channel that Seto listened to on his morning commutes. A female announcer was in the middle of presenting the world news, and she barely got three sentences into a story about oil prices before Jounouchi jabbed another button, cutting her off. The other man cycled through the channels, never lingering for more than five seconds. Seto left him to it. It was better than making awkward conversation or enduring Jounouchi's attempts at flirtation.

Eventually, Jounouchi settled on a station playing jazz. As the crooning sounds of a saxophone played from his stereo speakers, Seto arched an incredulous eyebrow.

Jounouchi must've caught his look. "What? I can class it up if I want."

Something close to laughter huffed out of Seto. He made no further comment for the rest of the drive. Thankfully, neither did Jounouchi. Seto's own thoughts were already loud enough to drown out the music.

[voldiebuns]

I wanna write more wrestling fic, but my brain is bad and I haven't written anything in a couple weeks now. So I thought I'd put up a poll with some of the WIPs/bunnies I have and see if there's any in particular ppl would be interested in reading! Cannot promise I will write any of them much less the poll winner but...

[brattybottomdyke]

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[altruistic-meme]

pov: you're Abram when he's about to start writing something

[quiet-onset]

i think my comeback might be an nsfw fic, i just watched jon bernthal in the bear and im actually feeling feral rn

[todayisafridaynight]

Oh, you played Yakuza 4? *holds gun to your head* Name all the important plotpoints

please i have a dog dont do this to me hes very small and defenseless and pees when i have to leave the house because he has separation anxiety

[ao3screenshotss]

top 5 fandoms go

yoi- we’re all waiting for ice adolescence

jjk - was debating about this since the new disney x jjk characters thing but i love the angst

bsd - we’re all suffering together every single chapter (last one omg)

blue lock - surprising i think, but they have some of my favourite fics ever. unfortunately i wasn’t there when it was so popular so i missed out on some (read: most) of the fanart etc. but the ones i’ve seen i love so much

percy jackson - i loved it so so much - binged fics, obsessed over viria, stalked incorrect quotes blogs - the usual - you know what i mean - i loved the uncle rick thing it was just amazing

[bmpmp3]

and unfortunately i am like the equivalent of one of those true crime girlies but like, with white collar crime and corporate scandals. except instead of getting paranoid about random people minding their own business being serial killers coming for me, i just keep telling every tall skinny whiteboy friend about how much financial crime they could get away with if they put on the right posture and confidence.