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revisiting an obsession rn (stardust crusaders and 80s fashion magazines)

Chuuya: How do we wake him up?

Dazai: True love’s kiss!

Chuuya: What?

Dazai: I kiss him and he wakes up.

Sigma: *Sits up* I’m awake! Don’t kiss me!

chuuya, whose love is so ugly that it breaks more than it heals. he loves in uneven rhythms—too much one moment, not enough the next—and hopes you’ll understand the pieces he doesn’t know how to give. // he sits across the room staring at you like he’s trying to decide if he’s what’s ruining you.

he loves you through slammed doors and raised voices, and sometimes, his love is guilt—knowing his world is too violent for you but being selfish enough to keep you in it. // he pushes you away just to see if you’ll fight to stay.

SOBBING.

i saw that you would write sibling stuff and i got a little too excited with sm ideas but i'll request just one for now (expect more from here on ehehe if you want to ofc!!) (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟokay okay hear me out, rin itoshi with a little sister (1-2 yrs) reader that acts too much like sae. they have a good relationship and all but he can't help but see him in her and it makes him sad (or something like that,,)

“𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦?”

a/n: rin needs therapy so bad bro

(i wish i knew art credits bc it's so good 😭)

you don’t mean to do it. 

you’re not trying to mimic him, or rub salt into an old wound that’s only just started scabbing over, but sometimes, when you talk, when you look at rin like that, all sharp-eyed and unimpressed, he feels like he’s back at that damn kitchen table, 14 and losing everything all at once. 

“your posture’s slipping,” you say from the couch, phone in hand, eyes flicking up from whatever reel you were watching. 

rin’s on the floor doing stretches, and he exhales slowly through his nose. not because you’re wrong, he had started to slack, but because that exact phrase, tone and all, sounds exactly like sae. 

you don’t notice. or maybe you do, and you’re just like him enough not to say anything. 

“thanks,” rin mumbles, readjusting his form. he sees your lips twitch. amused. knowing. 

and maybe that’s what stings the most – how much you know. 

you were only a year younger. too young to understand the full weight of it back then, but old enough to remember the silence, the way rin stopped smiling overnight, the cold war that bloomed in the house like rot. you were always quieter after that. sharper. more like sae. 

it’s not just the snark or the way you call out his bullshit. it’s the late nights, the obsessive drive, the way you train until your knuckles are raw and your voice is gone. the way you’d rather chew glass than ask for help. sae’s ambition lives in your spine. it walks in your footsteps. 

and gosh, rin hates it. 

not because you’re like sae, but because it means you might leave like he did. 

you’re both older now. you still bicker, you still steal each other’s socks, but you have each other’s backs. always. and yet rin finds himself watching you too long, too often, memorizing the slope of your shoulders, the sound of your laugh, the little things he can hold onto in case one day he blinks and you’re gone too. 

“you spacing out again?” you ask, flipping your phone over. “don’t cry, rin. i know my critiques are brutal.” 

he snorts, half a smile pulling at his lips. 

“you’re not that funny.” 

“neither are you, but here we are.” 

he wants to say don’t be like him. don’t burn yourself out. don’t leave me behind. 

instead, he just says, “you coming to my match this weekend?” 

“duh,” you reply, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. and to you, it is. 

and when you’re cheering from the stands, arms crossed, pretending you’re not invested, but clapping anyway, he sees sae again. 

but for once, it doesn’t hurt as much. 

you stayed. 

and maybe that’s enough. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

“taylor swift is at the super bowl—” ISRAEL IS BOMBING RAFAH. THE ONE LAST REFUGE THEY HAD. THE PEOPLE OF PALESTINE HAVE NOWHERE TO GO. ISRAEL IS CARPET BOMBING THE LAST SAFE PART OF GAZA AND HAVE AIRED A MULTI-MILLION DOLLAR PROPAGANDA AD IN THE SUPER BOWL TO DISTRACT THE WORLD FROM THE ATROCITIES THEY ARE COMMITTING. DO NOT LOOK AWAY.

Megumi was never the type to seek out romance. It wasn’t that he was opposed to the idea—it just never felt like a priority. Between exorcising curses, training, and keeping his friends out of trouble, love seemed like an unnecessary complication. But somehow, despite his reluctance, he found himself drawn to you.

At first, it was subtle. You noticed the way he lingered when you spoke, his usually stoic expression softening just a little at you. He would often glance at you when he thought you weren’t looking, and despite his habit of keeping people at arm’s length, he never seemed to push you away.

The confession wasn’t grand or dramatic. That wasn’t Megumi’s style. One evening, after a long hard mission, the two of you sat together in the comfort of his dorm. He was extra quiet, his fingers idly tracing patterns in the grass.

“You know…” he started, his voice calm but laced with something hesitant. “I’m not really good at this kind of thing.”

You tilted your head. “What kind of thing?”

He sighed, almost frustrated with himself. “Relationships. I’ve never had one before.” His gaze flickered to you, searching for any sign of amusement or judgment, but you only waited for him to continue. “But… I think I want to try. With you.”

A small smile crept onto your lips. “Are you asking me out, Fushiguro?”

His ears turned slightly red, and he looked away. “Yeah,” he muttered. “I guess I am.”

You reached out, taking his hand in yours, feeling the tension in his fingers before he hesitantly relaxed. “Then let’s try together.”

Megumi wasn’t the kind of boyfriend who showered you with words of affection, but he showed his love in the quiet moments—the way he always walked on the outside of the sidewalk, the way he let you wear his hoodie when you were cold, and the way he always made sure you were safe during missions.

For someone who had spent so long believing love was a distraction, Megumi found himself caring more than he ever thought possible. And for the first time, he didn’t mind.

Just an experiment. Reblog if you actually give a fuck about male victims of domestic violence and rape.

Of fucking course

What sick bastard doesn’t

IM GONNA COMMIT A CRIME WTH IM SOBBING SO HARD 😭

Honestly so crazy to imagine what 15/16 year old Sae going back to Japan after the worst few years of his life. Seeing Rin on the soccer field looking miserable and thinking in any way possible he needs to get his brother out of this damn sport but being so disconnected from his emotions because of what Spain did to him he doesn't realize the type of motivation he can make burn in Rin's heart because his is so cold and wrung out

I can feel my heart sobbing while reading this

Sae wanting to make sure that the greedy higher ups in any football club don’t get their hands on Rin , the same way they did to Sae . Wanting Rin to enjoy his young, to not turn out like him . Well the opposite clearly happened . Rin also does not know anything other than football, and said he would die without it . Shit

This was truly our blue lock

Me finding the twitter thread about lesser-known Blue Lock illustrations and downloading allll the Kunigami/Chigiri/Egoist 4 ones 🥹

These are all by Nomura-sensei or Sannomiya-sensei, and sourced by @Damekeo__. But looook 🧡🧡🧡