Wei Wuxian returns from the Burial Mounds as a vampire.

“My name is -” she says, and her voice is too loud. “Um, sorry.” She clears her throat. “I’m Mitsuha Miyamizu.” She bows, short and awkward. “It’s nice to meet you.”

But the stranger is looking at her curiously. Mitsuha thinks he must be trying to figure out how he recognizes her; Mitsuha is trying to remember as well. “Your name must’ve slipped my mind, I guess,” he says, taking a step down towards her. “My name is Taki Tachibana.”

Mitsuha’s palm tingles, but the name brings nothing to mind. She thinks she would’ve remembered a man like him, someone who makes her feel like she’s known him all her life upon their first meeting.

“Well, I suppose it’s lucky that I’ve forgotten your name, too,” she says.

Mark works for it.

Anyway, Facebook is gonna be the next big thing and when Sean goes inside the house he stops in his tracks because there, in the kitchen, is basically the giant roadblock into Facebook becoming that thing, to surpass all expectations and take advantage of all the luck that’s been handed to them on a silver platter. Shattering those things is–or will be, undoubtedly–Eduardo Saverin, sitting at the kitchen counter with his head in his hands.

Twins become kings; suites become countries; girls become queens.

(five times mark and eduardo share a bed, & one time they almost do)

Eduardo isn’t sure if it’s healthy that he compares all these little things Eli does to Mark, but he finds that he doesn’t really prefer one to the other—it’s just that they look so much alike that looking for similarities and differences is almost inevitable.

The reporters never asked him about N—it has never been about N, for them. White’s face is open and interested. Or, the AU where instead of searching for N, Black spends his post-championship at the Gear Station in Nimbasa City.

“I think with Mark, up until the end, [Eduardo]’s hoping at some point Mark’s going to go, ‘Look, I’m really, really sorry, man. I really messed up. I love you so much, and I just was jealous of you for this. And I acted out like this. Can we be friends again? I’ll give you back as much money as you want. Let’s move in together and we’ll play basketball every day, and we’ll cuddle at night and watch reality TV.’ Part of Eduardo in those depositions is just waiting for that moment.” – Andrew Garfield, SFBG

Mark tries to win Eduardo back with bad pickup lines. He knows they’re bad. He has to.

“I didn’t plan on spending my weekend groveling at Kageyama Tobio’s front door,” Kindaichi’s shouting, wriggling in Kunimi’s grasp.

Tobio says, “Er.”

Kunimi turns to him, innocently like he’s not clutching his best friend in a death grip. “Hi, Kageyama-kun,” he says. “Do you have a few minutes to spare?”