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started calling my executive dysfunction issues my board of dysfunctional executives and treating it like a room of frail old white men and it hasn't fixed everything but it sure is fucking funny

he was late for dinner

[on the verge of having a complete breakdown] i need to make some kind of list or perhaps sort things into categories

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Kevin Tarte (Javert) & Patrick Stanke (Jean Valjean), Les Misérables Tecklenburg (x)

From Written on the Body by Jeanette Winterson

AWOOGA😍😍😍

It's better for the Old man to drink Energon, pet a Ravage and calm down than to get mad at his soldiers...

(Thanks, @foxy-mk , for your idea of the grumpy Megs ♡ )

Mammon deserves to have someone who misses him when he’s away.

Imagine: Mammon’s not home for the week. He’s away, doing photoshoots or dealing with witches or whatever it is he does. His brothers are just chilling as usual. This is nothing to even blink at, much less be upset about.

But MC? Nope! He’s their Mammon, and they love him so much!

Imagine MC turning to the side where Mammon usually is, automatically going to whisper some dumb comment to him, and then deflating when they find no Mammon there. Imagine MC absentmindedly reaching their hand out to that side, going to hold his hand out of habitual impulse—and being confused for a moment to find empty air… then hiding their sadness. Imagine them distracting themself by hanging out with all the others, who they DO love a lot, but… Mammon’s not there, and the house feels incomplete. They’ve spent lots of time with the others without Mammon before, but he’s never been away so long before, and everything feels wrong.

Imagine Mammon’s reaction to his brothers (probably Asmo, to tease him, or Beel, out of sympathy for the human) texting him to tell him that the human’s moping without him. Imagine them catching MC doing one of those things on camera, because Mammon has to see it to really believe that someone misses him so much.

Imagine Mammon coming home, and the human regaining their energy just at the sound of his voice announcing that he’s back. Imagine them running to the door, pouncing on him for hugs with such excitement that he TOTALLY would have been knocked to the floor if he weren’t supernaturally strong—you know, being a demon.

“You’re home!!!!” MC shouts, not bothering to contain their excitement because they love him, they’re so happy to be reunited, they missed him so much, and he deserves to see that. It’s good for him.

Imagine how happy he’d be to get a reaction like that!

Imagine Mammon and MC inevitably ending up in MC’s room, as they always do, and Mammon seeing that MC has stolen the blanket off his bed. It’s in a messy pile on top of their own blanket, it looks like MC had been curled up under it just before he returned. Because it smells like him, and it’s warm and soft and big, so it’s the closest thing to a hug from him that they could have gotten while he was away.

Imagine how his heart would melt. Imagine how loved he would feel.

Idk, I think he’d cry

it was kind of funny, you always thought; the almighty gojo satoru who had six eyes that could see everything and anything and his partner, who was partially blind.

but that fact didn’t seem all that amusing to you now as you crawled on the floor and shoved your under face under every single sofa and bed you could find in the house. dust mites tickled your nose all the while, making you sniffle and sneeze.

and promptly bang your head on the bottom of the sofa.

groaning, you sit up, rubbing the back of your poor head. two hours of misery, pain and dora the explorer vision had led you to nothing but a throbbing headache.

you throw your head back, letting it rest against the very thing that had hurt you. as you were too busy wallowing in your grief, you hadn’t noticed the silent whoosh that had appeared in the living room.

“do you know where my fancy tie is?” it was gojo.

“the one you stole from nanami’s collection?”

“uh-huh. i need it to prove to megumi that i am indeed a professional, mature, twenty seven year old man.”

“i think it’s laying on the coun—what are you wearing?”

satoru turned around in his fully formal suit, briefcase with probably nothing in it and combed hair. you have never seen gojo comb his hair in your life.

he wiggled his eyebrows, throwing his arms up grandly to showcase his (obviously proud of) outfit, “you like? megumi bet that i could never be a stable, dignified man even on my deathbed so i’m going to prove him wro—”

“satoru, are those my glasses?”

gojo paused, shoving your glasses up his nose. “yes. it’s to look ‘sophisticated’. i thought of adding make up wrinkles to look more like nanami but—”

a poorly aimed pillow struck his face.

“i was looking everywhere for those!”

gojo raised an eyebrow, “what, for this old thing? i thought you only wore them since you’re smart.”

you let out an irritated sigh, “no, satoru. i wear them because i’m practically blind without them.”

“oh. well, do i at least look hot?”

this time, the pillow was perfectly aimed.

I love you ocean, I love you beach, I love you seashell, I love you fish, I love you moon, I love you sun, I love you stars, I love you mermaids, I love you ships, I love you sailors, I love you surfers, I love you weird deep sea creatures, I love you pearls, I love you fossils, I love you treasure chests, I love you houseboats, I love you anchors, I love you waves, I love you sea foam, I love you sea glass, I love you-

Eating my bespoke lunch. Ravioli one tylenol cold.