#bc that’s how it works. totally (/sarcasm)

[leaf-in-a-flower-garden]

Allumos redesign because why not

[cameronsbabydoll]

Omg the rafe idea is so good!! Just watching all the boys get frustrated bc they know they did it to themselves

ahh yes! sorry for the late reply i’ve been working on the sugar-coated chains series (and btw im writing chapter seven !!!)

You step out of the car, your tiny mini dress barely containing your energy, and your high heels clicking against the pavement. You latch onto Rafe’s arm with a grin, practically bouncing beside him as you head towards the beach. You're completely oblivious to how his eyes stay fixed on you, and the smirk on his lips shows he’s more than a little entertained by your presence.

You tug your phone from your bag, scrolling through it with exaggerated enthusiasm. "Rafe! You won’t believe what I found. I’m, like, reading this article on how to make your lips look even fuller. It’s, like, so cool."

Rafe chuckles, but there's something in his voice—teasing, but not unkind. “Doll, your lips are perfect already. But sure, I’m game if you wanna try something new.” His hand drops to your waist as he guides you through the crowd, completely possessive of your space. He can’t help but smile when you just nod along, eager to dive deeper into whatever random thought crosses your mind.

You continue babbling, not even noticing how Rafe’s arm moves lower, resting possessively on your ass. “Right?! So, like, if I use this trick, I’ll have, like, the most kissable lips ever!” You giggle, completely unaware of how you sound.

Rafe just smiles down at you, his smirk growing wider. "If it makes you feel better, sure. But you’re already cute enough, bunny." His voice drops lower, his tone almost teasing as he adds, "Not sure how much more you need.”

You giggle, not picking up on his sarcasm. “Aww, thanks! I’m, like, so glad you think so!” Your excitement is genuine as you continue talking about the newest beauty trend you’ve found, completely missing the fact that Rafe’s eyes are locked onto you with something more than just amusement. There's affection there.

The two of you arrive at the beach, and you’re still talking a mile a minute, oblivious to the group of Pogues watching you both from the bonfire. You don’t notice Pope’s confused look, or John B’s slightly raised eyebrow. But Rafe? He notices them.

With a glance over his shoulder, Rafe gives a little chuckle, his hand still firmly on your ass as he continues walking beside you, acting like it’s the most natural thing in the world. “Hey, I swear, if you’re gonna talk about poodles for another hour, we might need to get you one,” he teases, squeezing you gently.

You blink at him, giggling again. “Poodles are, like, totally the cutest! I could totally take one around town in a pink stroller!” You pause, eyes wide. “Oh my gosh, that would be so cute, right?”

Rafe laughs, a soft, fond chuckle. “Yeah, bunny, you’d be the talk of the town. Just make sure it doesn’t outshine you.”

As you both approach the bonfire, you don’t even realize the Pogues are staring. You’re too busy holding up your phone and showing Rafe a new picture of a puppy you found, still oblivious to the way Pope, John B, and JJ are looking at you in confusion.

“Poodles?” Pope mutters, not quite sure what to make of all this.

John B shrugs. “I... don’t know what I expected, but definitely not this.”

JJ raises an eyebrow, then watches Rafe closely. “I don’t get it, man. He’s, like, all in on her. He’s holding her ass in public like it's nothing.”

But Rafe? He’s still focused on you, walking confidently with you at his side, never once pulling away from his slightly condescending, affectionate demeanor. "I swear, bunny, you're making me sound like a bad influence, but I kinda like it."

You grin, still clueless. “Like, I think I could teach the world about poodles!” You giggle, eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

Rafe just shakes his head, grinning back. “Yeah, bunny. Teach them everything they need to know. You’re really something else.”

You glance up at him with a playful smile. “You think I’m something else?”

He pulls you in closer, hand on your ass tighter now. “Yeah, you’re a lot of things, but I’ll tell you what—you’re mine.”

You laugh again, not even noticing how much he’s enjoying this, his affection clear despite his playful condescension.

As you walk away from the Pogues, you continue your carefree chatter, oblivious to the looks you’re getting. Rafe watches you with amusement, but there’s something else in his eyes—he’s not just laughing at you. He’s fond of you, and if anything, he enjoys the way you make him feel like the most important guy in the world, like he’s the one who knows how to handle you.

When you both pass the Pogues again, you’re still talking about the same thing. Your hands are wrapped around your phone, eyes wide as you go on about the “poodle craze,” and Rafe’s grin only deepens as he gives your ass another possessive squeeze.

The Pogues? They just watch, wide-eyed and silent. Rafe’s got a way with you. You’re his, and he’s so incredibly okay with that.

[yourislandgirl]

you're such a social blog, friends with many 💕

i'm curious to know if your moot's blogs were run by idols, who would be running whose 🤔

I- YOU THINK IM POPULAR??!!? ahem thanks 😌

anyway this is such an interesting question ????

ok let’s go

(and i’m not just gonna pick your biases bcs . that’s just obvs)

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@hyuckworld (or more accurately her sideblog that i’ve been a dedicated follower of for two years now @jayflrt)

i feel like her humour and also the nuance she carries in her stories and fics screams heeseung to me, ya know? like it’s the sort of creativity that heeseung has, whether it’s when he’s making a joke or executing a very precise vocal run ? he’s very much a “never let em know your next move” typa guy and that’s kinda what alice’s fics and smau’s feel like, the whiplash between humour and plot goes crazy and afterwards you kinda don’t wanna leave behind the world she created

@enjakey

darling mootie who feels like a fated twin (we’re so fated bro, alexa play fate by enhypen every time me and hg interact) anyway, she really gives me ni-ki vibes ?? there’s always a lot of freshness with her fics, every time i finish one i’m like “wow, i’m gonna be thinking abt this for a while..” and that’s exactly the vibe ni-ki gives on stage? he just stands out when it’s his time to shine and it’s the same with this incredible writer here

@yeonmuse

one of my first moots i adore her !! alright, musie gives sunoo ok?? her plots? her ideas? they’re alluring !! and esp her smau’s have this snark and sass that sunoo gives, his facial expressions, the way he has this warmth and sweetness that can switch up so instantaneously ?? i can’t explain it but there’s smth abt musie’s works and musie’s blog and her aesthetic that gives me sunoo vibes, like his range as a performer and artist mirrors her range as a creator ya know?

@tobiosbbyghorl

OOP WE GOT AN ACCURATE QUEEN HERE — rie really gives me sunghoon vibes im sorry she won guys >.< like idk smth abt the way her fics pull me into a mental movie every time i read, and i can see the scenes unfolding in my head so vividly, it’s truly giving sunghoon when he’s acting in enha’s concept trailers, actor!sunghoon who brings so much emotion and depth to his scenes so naturally, that’s rie

@hoondrop

ok here me out, jake !! every time i’ve spoken to moony i’ve always come out of the conversation with a smile and a good laugh, she literally has the same energy as what i assume being friends with jake would be like? if that makes sense? there’s also smth really funny about how she switches so easily from hard thoughts to like being all cute in the dms like the dichotomy gives me whiplash, so similar to jake on stage vs off stage

@jaylaxies

another queen who got her bias bcs she really does give me jay vibes? i think it’s the dedication? i’ve been following aria’s work for YEARS bro like she’s an OG enhablr legend to me so idk that sort of dedication and hard work screams jay to me, and like you can tell she takes extreme pride in her work? we always hear about how jay is so ambitious and has big dreams for himself and enha so yeah aria’s blog is giving jay

@taetebebe

lucky number three of my moots to get her bias !! rose totally gives jungwon omg, the way i instantly clicked with her and she and i have so much in common, i feel this way abt jungwon too like yeh i have a crush on him but seriously speaking, i could see us being good friends legit ?? also rose’s humour is really cheeky and kinda sweet wrapped up in sarcasm while also having the ability to be really deep in conversation? like it reminds me of jungwon’s lives where he’s either a meme or my unofficial therapist icl

[slytherinboysappreciation]

ahh stevie i’ve missed you in the sb fandom 🥹

if you want holiday requests i’d love some m!reader with enzo where they go to a christmas tree farm and enzo insists on getting the perfect tree and definitely overestimates how much space they actually have to set it up. he cuts it down and carries it to show off to you how strong he is 💀

glad to see you around again 🫶

Christmas Tree Farm - L. B. x male!Reader

A/N: Mykie! Oh, I cannot tell you how good it feels to be back! Thank you so much for the request!

I did tweak it a little bc it just wasn’t coming to me otherwise, but I think it turned out really cute. I hope I got Enzo’s personality right 😬 It’s a little hard to remember how I wrote him before, lol

Divider credits go to @/tsunami-of-tears

CW: fluff, Christmas feels, mild perfectionist moment from Enzo, bit of sarcasm and slight annoyance, Enzo’s a bit of a watch me do it guy in this, teensy tiny smidge of angst, as in blink and you’ll miss it, maybe ooc Enzo, Reader is called handsome

580 words

The bustle and chatter of people and families around you creates a warm atmosphere as you sip your cup of cider.

Enzo practically vibrates next to you, eyes wide and awed as he takes in the strings of lights and smiling families and most importantly, the rows and rows of Christmas trees.

It’s his first time at a Christmas tree farm. Ever since you two moved into your small flat in Diagon Alley, he’s seemed down. Less himself than usual. So to pick him up, you’ve brought him to the first place you remember really feeling the Christmas spirit at.

The place is run by a friend of your family, and you’ve already gotten permission to take any tree you’d like.

You’re prepared to just pick a random tree and be done, but Enzo’s off on a mission.

“We’re getting the perfect tree today,” he declares, giving one tree a disapproving stare. “Not too big, but not a small one either. It has to be just right.”

You follow him, amused. You know he’s a bit of a perfectionist, so you just let him do his thing. You just sip your cider, watching as he moves from tree to tree.

Finally, he settles on one. It’s big, tall and bushy with plenty of branches to hang ornaments from. You’re a bit impressed actually. You’d have just grabbed one of the small ones, but this one is beautiful.

“Alright, so which one of us is cutting it down?” You ask. Enzo grins, lifting his chin a little. “I’ll do it.”

“You sure? It looks pretty heavy.” You know as soon as the words are out of your mouth that he’s gonna take it as a challenge. And sure enough, his eyes get that gleam in them. “Oh, I can handle it.”

He grabs an axe from the end of a row and quickly gets to work. You hold back from telling him to just use magic; he has something to prove now. And maybe you find it a little hot, watching him swing away with that adorably intense look on his face.

The tree falls after one last good chop. You move to help carry it, but Enzo blocks you. “Nuh-uh. My job. You just stand there and look handsome.”

You’d be annoyed if not for the wink he sends your way. “And what? Watch your big muscles do all the work?”

It’s said sarcastically, but his answering grin is nothing but genuine. “Yep! You’re my backup!”

At your unimpressed look, he adds, “My, uh… very handsome and capable backup who could totally do this if he wanted to.”

You roll your eyes, but a smirk twitches across your face. “Fine. Be all lumberjack manly man. It’s kinda cute anyway.”

His grin widens and he lifts up the felled trunk so he can drag the tree behind him. ”Yes, sir!”

With only a little bit of your help, he manages to carry it all the way back to the truck you borrowed for the trip. There, you take over. Showing him how to strap down the tree properly without breaking the branches.

After a failed attempt to wheedle the keys from you, Enzo climbs into the passenger seat and settles in. You watch him out of the corner of your eye as you drive out. The warm look on his face… the pink flush of his cheeks…

He looks like himself again.

And you count that as a Christmas mission completed.

[sunnyy3d]

Hi again

Ok so I am currently obsessed with Matt smith and Alex Kingston so I wanted to know if you would write a 11th/river/reader fanfic where the reader is a companion that just started travelling with them but for some reason she is immortal and always finds them but she doesn’t totally understand how the meeting keeps happening between them all so she just jumped from a new tune where she was happily married to the doctor and river but now she meets river/melody who doesn’t know her yet and she gets jealous bc she over heard them talking about another girl(her just younger) and it leads to the doctor having to explain to her that they aren’t at that time yet and river gifts her a journal so she can write down where and how they keep meeting hopefully this makes enough sense and you would want to write it I just want some fluff/cuteness along with confusion on time travel

Timeless Love| 11th Doctor x River x Reader

A/N: Requests open! (Obviously)

God, I'm so nauseous. Will I ever get used to that? I really wish that I had my own TARDIS; it'd be so much better than a vortex manipulator. The Doctor calls it "cheap and nasty time travel," and he's not wrong. Of course, I'll never let him know that, though.

I let the dizziness subside before opening my eyes. I'm facing a wall? I've gotta go through the checklist. Okay, first is smell. It smells... old? Like antiques and dust. Why is smell first anyway? The second is hearing. I hear sirens, which leads to the next part: sight. To go with the sirens, I see a red flashing light coming from a bulb farther up the wall. That's always a good sign! Last but not least, the 360. Well, it's more like a 180, but that's beside the point. I spin only to find a gun pointed at my head. My smile immediately drops, the excitement of being in a new environment being replaced with dread. What have I gotten myself into this time?

"Oi, don't touch the fez! Wait, no, don't take it," I hear from behind the brute holding the gun.

"Don't listen to him. Please take the fez," I'd recognize those voices from anywhere. Especially the sarcasm... It only makes sense that they're around when I find myself in trouble. I can't let myself get distracted; this is a life-or-death situation. Just do what The Doctor taught you. Be rational and observe.

Peering past the gun, I see a creature I've never seen before in my time with The Doctor. This thing is enormous, at least a foot or two taller than me. They (it?) have on a suit of armor--similar to what would be found back on Earth-- that obscures its face. Maybe it's a security guard? It would make sense, considering that behind it are glass cases that hold artifacts.

Regardless, this creature's sheer size means I can't fight it. At least not successfully. That throws all of the self-defense skills River taught me out of the window. I really wish she was here. Oh wait... she is. I'll just have to play the innocent card. It shouldn't be hard, considering that I am innocent. I put my hands up beside my head as a sign of surrender, careful to go at a speed that's not threatening. "I just got here, I swear. I have no idea what's going on," I reason. I have a feeling that it's not gonna work well.

"Oh, look who it is! Where have you been?" Looking past the guard, I spot The Doctor and River being led in by another guard.

I sigh, "It's not what it looks like."

"It's exactly what it looks like!" The Doctor interrupts with his stupid smile.

"Honey, can you shut please? I kinda have a gun in my face right now," I plead.

"Oh right..."

"Excuse me, sir?" River distracts the guard in front of me.

"We're going to have to ask you to put that gun down. Darling, you might want to duck." Without even thinking, I follow her instructions. I trust River and The Doctor with my life. What kind of wife would I be otherwise? Being stuck between the wall and the fight, I have no choice but to crawl away.

I'm hiding behind one of the cases when The Doctor comes around the corner, disheveled and panting. It's a good look at him. His hair is messy before he runs a hand through it and flashes his signature smile. God, I could kiss him. But now's not the time. We're in the middle of a fight. I say we, but I really mean River. "What are you doing?" I yell.

"I could ask you the same thing!" Loud shots hit the walls around us. I peek around the corner and see two more guards have shown up as reinforcement.

A bullet flies past my head, and I quickly take my retreat behind the case. "Look! We'll have to save this conversation for after we get out of whatever situation you got us into this time. River needs help." The Doctor gives me an offended look.

"River does NOT need help, no thanks to you guys," she says sarcastically.

The Doctor and I come out from behind the case. "What are you guys even doing here?" I ask with my hands on my hips.

"Uhh... we're picking something up," The Doctor answers nervously. I nod, my lips drawing into a thin line as I give him a skeptical hum. It's probably not worth questioning, and I probably won't get a straight answer.

"And you are?" River questions, looking me up and down. Even after being with her for a while, I still get butterflies when she looks at me like that.

But the butterflies are scooped up by my confusion. "What do you mean, River? We've been-"

"SPOILERS," The Doctor interjects. "If you'll just give us a moment, please?" I nod as he drags River away. They huddle together with their backs facing me. Clearly, I'm not supposed to hear this conversation, but it doesn't stop me from trying. Unfortunately, they're just out of earshot, so I can only hear a few words.

Focusing on their conversation, I piece together some parts. "She's... beautiful... amazing... younger... she's like..." The Doctor explains with expressive hands. Occasionally, River glances back at me with a smile.

Who are they talking about like that? It has to be someone special. Why else would they keep it a secret from me? More importantly, why is River saying she doesn't know me? Has she had her memory wiped? Clearly, The Doctor knows who I am, but he's also acting weird. What has happened to our marriage? Did all of the intimate moments that we shared go down the drain? All the adventures forgotten?

I'm so lost in thought that it takes me a second to realize that they've finished their conversation and have started walking back towards me. I quickly stand straight, suddenly incredibly self conscious. I cross my arms and frown, "So, who's this mystery woman and why did you have to talk about her in secret?" I know my words reek of jealousy, but I can't help it. We've been married for so long, and yet here they are talking about some other woman.

The Doctor sighs, thinking about how he should respond. "We were talking about you. I know it might not make too much sense right now, but River and I aren't in the same timeline as you."

"This is actually my first time meeting you, I'm afraid. Though I'm sure it won't be the last," River looks me up and down with a smirk. I blush and look away. Even if this is her first time meeting me, she still has to flirt.

Everything is starting to make sense now. All of the times when The Doctor or River thought that they had done something with me but hadn't. Or when they'd forget simple things. It's not that they forgot; it just hadn't happened to them yet. Why didn't I think of this before? And why hadn't they explained this to me earlier? Why does time have to be so complicated?

"This happens all of the time with me and River. It's honestly quite annoying to figure out," The Doctor chuckles.

"You know, that actually makes a lot of sense. Things are starting to come together now. That explains why you guys are so confusing sometimes. Sorry, extra confusing sometimes." The couple laughs before River holds up her finger, saying hold on and grabbing her bag off her back. She rummages through it momentarily before letting out a small 'aha.' I look at The Doctor with my eyebrows scrunched in confusion. He only shrugs. River pulls out what she was looking for. I see a look of recognition flash across The Doctor's face before I can tell what it is.

"Here," she holds out a book. It's a royal blue and has squares on it like the TARDIS. It looks naturally worn, its deckled pages ready to hold a story. "I have a smiliar journal. I use it to keep track of my encounters with this idiot. Maybe you can do the same?" She suggests with a warm smile.

From this distance, I can see how young she is. Though she doesn't look much different, her eyes tell a different story. They have more youth to them, more innocence. Let's be honest: River has never truly been innocent. But she is more innocent than the River that I know best. I smile as I take the journal in my hands. It's perfect. It'll be easy to carry around, and it is absolutely gorgeous.

So much has yet to come for The Doctor and River, both terrible and happy. And even though I have lived through things that they haven't, they have lived through things that I haven't. This book will hold stories that cannot be shared with the ones I love the most. If I were to share it, it could ruin everyone's timeline. Time is a delicate balance of... wibbly, wobbly, timey, wimey... stuff. Okay, I'll admit that wasn't the most eloquent I have been, but it'll have to do.

With a smile, I look up at my husband and wife (well, future for them), "Thank you. I have a feeling that I'll be using this a lot."

[idiotsonlyevent]

EXTREMELY scattered thoughts about dandadan's portrayal of sexuality and sexual assault under the cut

i would like to have a discussion of how sexual assault is portrayed in dandadan that doesn't stop at 'it's weird/bad about it, bc it shows momo getting assaulted' bc that feels like it's the prevailing opinion, and it seems.... very reductive(?) to me :/ for multiple reasons, including, but not limited to, the fact that momo's assualt is not played for laughs or treated as a joke, and okarun is Also assaulted?

like yeah reading it felt uncomfortable.... because it IS uncomfortable. i've seen people argue that it read as 'sexy' or 'rape-y' which gives me flashbacks to how people talk about the csm scene where himeno assaults denji..... like the fact of the matter is, basically ANY portrayal of sexual assault will be perceived as 'sexy' by some people, but weaponizing that to say that sexual assault shouldn't be portrayed in art at all is not the way to go?

especially because it DOES seem like dandadan is """"trying"""" to say something about.......... relationships and sex/sexuality/sexual assault?? like the first page has momo's (ex)boyfriend asking to have sex with her?? acro-silky used to do sex work?? 'skank' (which can have a sexual connotation) is frequently thrown around as an insult?? yukinobu tatsu/dandadan itself feels like it's very aware of how sex can function, including as a tool of control or power(??????)

also the fact that multiple characters have also had their bodily autonomy violated through possession makes it seem like there are some thematic throughlines there??? idk..... like i get that everyone has a baseline level of what they're (un)comfortable with seeing, and i think everyone interested in dandadan DOES need to be warned about it, but saying the scene went 'too far' just bc it made people uncomfortable is like.... yeah i sure hope it did lol. (also the fact that just saying 'i don't think it needs to be removed' has ppl making baseless accusations is... totally great and awesome! 👍 < sarcasm)

TLDR: 'dandadan is the next chainsaw man' people when dandadan IS the next chainsaw man

[cloyingblccd]

──   (  geraldine viswanathan. twenty-seven. cis woman. she/her.  ) thank god you’re here, man - have you seen ROBIN SHRIKE anywhere? i totally lost them after their rendition of son of a preacher man by dusty springfield last night. no? they’re like, aye - high and go to LANGSTON - i think they’re a JUNIOR studying GRAPHIC DESIGN? but who knows, these days. all i know is that they’re INDIFFERENT, UNCEREMONIOUS and a GEMINI . last night they kept going on and on about how they won MOST LIKELY TO BEFRIEND THE SCRAWNIEST LAD last year, which is cool and whatever, but i just wouldn’t expect it out of them, considering they’re so, like, OBSTINATE and ICONOCLASTIC, you know? anyways - i’m going to check down by the lamb and flag, i think that’s where they like to hang. text me if you see them, okay? bye! / as penned by bri.  27.  est.

student file.

full name — robin elodie shrike.

nickname(s) — n/a.

place of birth — new rochelle, new york.

date of birth & age — june 15th, twenty-seven.

gender / pronouns — cis woman, she/her.

sexuality — lesbian.

occupation — server at the lamb and flag.

astrology — capricorn.

dormitory — carnelian hall.

interests — beer. spongebob squarepants. the twilight franchise. emo haircuts. twinks. the entire fantasy genre. discussing whether frodo and samwise were in love or not. doechii. black clothing. hair tinsel. my chemical romance. women. regulars at the lamb and flag. meaningless sex. jean shorts that fall just below the knee. skating. shrooms. sarcasm.

aversions — the colour yellow. intimacy. hospitals. giving into what her parents want. becoming dependent on someone. third dates. sleeping in clothes. gracie abrams. crying at movies. ouija boards. unnecessary holidays.

quirks — bites her nails. superstitious to an almost debilitating degree. can whistle with grass like a champ.

most played — think by aretha franklin.

notable features — baby face. expressive brows. a scar at the top of her forehead from running through a glass door as a child.

general disposition — indifferent and sarcastic.

character study — dianne nguyen ( bojack horseman ) & faith lehane ( buffy the vampire slayer ).

public record.

the youngest of two older brothers, robin had come into the world loudly and aggressively, and it was merely a precursor to how she’d always read

life growing up wasn’t horrible, her parents were loving and their family were wealthy enough with a library back home in the shrike name, but it always felt like her parents were never satisfied, always pushing for more even when all the shrike kids kept up and were at the top of their class, fairly popular and did lots of extra curriculars etc.

it eventually tarnished robin’s relationship with her brothers a bit - she was always close with the oldest shrike kid josef, but malcolm had a bad case of middle child syndrome and distanced himself entirely, from their parents and definitely from josef, who was the best of them in their parents eyes

robin herself didn’t purposely act out, she just stopped caring……… academics to her came with ease, she was lucky to just be naturally smart, but her parents forcing more onto the family just. destroyed her desire to ever challenge herself

at first once robin finished high school she never tried harder, sort of wrinkled her nose at further family responsibilities

soon after josef fell sick, enough that for years up until this day he’s been in and out of hospital with few chances of total recovery, and it was a bit of a wake up call for robin, especially after he convinced her to continue her education but with something She wanted

THUS HER UNEXPECTED LOVE FOR GRAPHIC DESIGN BEGAN………

personal details.

when she’s not at work, robin’s either in Another dingy bar with her friends or spending hours on the phone with josef

a big reader!!!!

the epitome of grunge/punk kid

is secretly quite loving and she does make it known with friends but she’s openly sneered in customers faces before if they were rude to her or even bc she thought their drink orders were Ass

is the lesbian mom to her fav twinks around town that she protects like they’re her own children

Super keeps people at arms length when she has genuine romantic interest in them, hates depending on people, never even rly asks her best friends for help</3

desired plots.

twinks vs. dolls. it started as a bit but if ur char is a fruity anemic little thing robin has adopted them bangs gavel.

coworkers. anyone that also works at the lamb and flag.

one night stands/hook ups/fwb’s. well yes, a lesbian CAN be a fuckboy!

almost had it all. probably the closest robin’s ever gotten to a proper relationship, before completely calling it off out of nowhere and ghosting. (0/1)

i am also open to anything and everything the world? is our oyster<3

[strawberrisncreme]

Only A Minute in Gojo Satoru's Mind.

{Read HERE on AO3 ♥ I promise the formatting is way better bc idk how Tumblr works anymore}

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Suguru Geto Summary:

*SUMMARY CONTAINS S2 ANIME SPOILERS* His mind struggled to reconcile the impossible sight before him. What stood there…was somebody whom he killed last year, with his own hands …his best friend.

AN:

Hellooo this is my very first JJK fic+ my first fic in 5 months wahoo idk what tf I'm doing I just know that SatoSugu makes me sad and fills me with yearning so this is the result of that :))   Will maybe? be OOC?? I tried my best though ;; ((AKA: My interpretation of satosugus relationship and the memories that flowed through Gojo in the 1 (one) minute that Kenny needed before locking up Six-Eyes McGee))

"Prison Realm, Gate Open."

"Yo!"

"Satoru."

His eyes widened in disbelief as he stood frozen.

The all-too familiar voice sent a sharp chill down his spine.

Slowly, mechanically, his body twisted toward the presence behind him.

"Huh?"

The world seemed to blur momentarily, his usual impeccable vision reduced to mere hazy impressions. The ambient noises of the subway station became drowned out by his own roaring pulse resounding in his ears.

"Long time no see."

His mind struggled to reconcile the impossible sight before him.

What stood there…was somebody whom he killed last year, with his own hands

…his best friend.

A fake?

Some kind of transformation technique?

All possibilities are rejected by his six eyes.

No.

It’s really him!

The corners of his mouth twitched upward.

The motion came to him easily, familiar, instinctual.

The result of years of habit etched into his very soul.

And then it all came flowing into his brain.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Bangs.

That’s the first word that pops into Satoru Gojo’s mind as he took in the appearance of the youth before him. Appearance-wise he didn’t seem all that special, jet-black hair with those weirdass bangs that only covered the left side of his face. But well, he’d be hard-pressed to meet anyone as special as he is, being the pride of the Gojo clan and the first person in four hundred years to inherit both Limitless and the Six Eyes (not to brag but he’s totally bragging).

The boy in front of him seemed completely uninterested and unimpressed as he gave Satoru a quick once-over before offering what was CLEARLY a smile for the sake of only being polite.

“Satoru…Gojo, is it? Pleased to make your acquaintance, my name is Suguru Geto. Yaga mentioned that we’d be pairing up for a mission today…although he didn’t mention that you would be an hour late.”

Satoru felt his left eye twitch at the tone that the boy- what was his name again? Suguru?? Anyway, that Suguru used with him. Two can play at this game. “Am I late? I hardly noticed!” He drawled, voice dripping with sarcasm. “I guess some of us actually have important things to be doing instead of sitting around all day.”

Was he being petty? Sure! Is it true that he is maybe a little late by an hour or so??  PERHAPS!! But who’s counting really? Besides, he’d be damned if he was going to waste his precious energy being all polite and shit to someone who came swinging at him from the very start. 

The apprehension between the two hung heavy in the air as they sized each other up. Suddenly, a tiny laugh rang through the empty classroom that Satoru belatedly recognized to be Suguru’s cut through the tense atmosphere. “Is that so?” Suguru hummed, tapping his fingers on the desk in front of him. “Well, we’d best get moving then so you can get back to your ‘important things’, don’t you agree? Gojo-kun? 

And if it weren’t for the fact that Satoru was so focused on the way his name rolled off Suguru’s tongue, then he might’ve found it in himself to actually come up with a snarky response. Instead, he opted to grumble a few complaints under his breath before turning on his heel. 

“Yeah yeah whatever, let’s just get this over with. Geto-kun. ”

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Satoru gawked with open disgust as Suguru casually swallowed the small black orb that was once a rather disgusting looking spiky-wormy curse without batting an eye. “Blegh, gross. What do those things even taste like anyway?” Exorcising curses was bad enough, Satoru couldn’t even imagine having to eat them too. 

Suguru paused, “...Why do you care?”

“I don’t.” He shrugged, “Just trying to make some conversation, be friendly, blah blah blah-” Satoru’s monologue cut short as a huge tapeworm-thing pierced through the ground, lunging at him while filling the air with an annoying high-pitched SCREEEE .

“I’m sure it’s a difficult task for you, but let’s save the chit-chat for later! We’re in the middle of a mission here in case you forgot.”

“Haah? Don’t tell me you’re scared of a little danger, Geto-kun .” He taunted, easily dodging out of the way. “And here I thought that being able to use cursed spirit manipulation meant you were something like a Pokémon master…guess you’re just another weakling!” “Oh for the love of- JUST SHUT UP AND FIGHT ALREADY! ”

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“Hey, you’re still alive right?” Satoru carefully nudged Suguru’s prone body with his foot, his tone half-joking but also kinda worried as he scanned over the still-bleeding scratches littered across the other’s face. “It’d be really embarrassing if you died in such a pathetic way, you know that right? At least try and hold out until we can get outside the veil Geto-kun! You know the only one who can use reversed curse technique is that girl right? What was her name again? Shaka? Soho? Whatever. Anyways, my point is that I’ll never let you live it down! Not to mention you owe me for getting you out of there in one piece after all, I expect you to at least get rid of a few more of those things-” “You talk too much.” Suguru interjected, groaning as he shifted around, carefully positioning himself upright. “Besides, don’t just casually pronounce me as dead.” He grumbled before flashing Satoru a bold, confident smile. “I have no intention of dying any time soon.”

His blatant courage stirred something inside of Satoru… inspiration? Meh, probably adrenaline. Whatever it was, it gave Satoru Gojo a sense of exhilaration. “ You know …now that I’m looking at you, you’re actually kinda cool.” Satoru grinned, cracking his knuckles in anticipation. “Alright! But just so you know, if you do die on me, then I’ll kill you.” Suguru laughed.

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Shoko (righttt, that was her name!) brushed off her skirt as she stood, patting Suguru on the shoulder lightly. “All done~ good thing that you two have me in your year huh? Anywho, two packs of cigarettes will do as thanks Geto-kun! Since you seem the least likely to get carded after all~. ” “Thank you Ieiri-san…” Suguru smiled gratefully, “I’m in your debt.”

As Shoko floated out of the room, Satoru pushed himself off the wall he was leaning against, sauntering next to Suguru’s bed. “Speaking of debts…you also owe me. Remember?” He quipped, not that he actually needed anything when it came to money or material things. But if he was being honest with himself, there was something about Suguru Geto that piqued his curiosity. He wanted to know him better. 

“Ah…right.” Suguru looked at him cautiously, which, ouch. Did Satoru really seem that unapproachable? “...So? Name your price.”

Satoru paused, trying to make his tone seem nonchalant. “Got any cursed spirits in that collection of yours that can fly? Suguru . ”

A moment of silence passed between the two before Suguru burst out into laughter, the noise brightening the room and filling up a hollow in Satoru’s chest that he didn’t even know existed until then. “I do.” Suguru beamed. “Want a ride? Satoru .” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Three years of his youth. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The streets of Kawasaki buzzed with activity as waves upon waves of people crammed themselves into a small area for some type of festival. The tantalizing smell of food stalls wafted through the air, enticing passersby to indulge a little as stall-owners waved eagerly at customers to take a look.

The two Second-Years had just finished up a mission nearby, and decided to take a well-deserved break before heading back to Jujutsu High. Satoru stifled a yawn as he hovered behind Suguru whose attention was currently invested in a booth selling what claimed to be the ‘Best Hojicha Tea in all of Japan!’ which, sheesh , overconfident much? “ Suguruuuuuu. ” He groaned, purposefully turning off infinity to knock his head repeatedly into the other’s back which was actually really solid to his surprise considering how slim Suguru looked in his uniform. “Can we leave yet? I can feel my stomach slowly starting to digest itself! If I don’t feed it within the next 10 seconds I could die…and then who would be your best friend then, huh? And here I thought that you cared about me! Even Shoko wouldn’t be able to fix me if I were dead, you know that right? Suguru? Hey, Suguruu- ” 

“Is that so? Guess all that rumbling I heard was your stomach then Satoru . And here I thought it was a special grade curse making all that noise.” Suguru thanked the cashier before turning to face Satoru with his usual easy smile.

“It’s too hot here and you promised you’d treat me to ramen while we were in Kawasaki, yet here you are rambling on and on about tea leaves with some old geezer!” Satoru was aware that his voice was coming out more petulant than he would’ve liked but Suguru was used to his complaining at this point, BESIDES! He was hungry and tired of standing for so long. “Patience is a virtue, Satoru.” Suguru cooed, rubbing the back of Satoru’s neck comfortingly. “I’m almost done, I just need to find one more thing before we leave so hold out for a little while longer will you?” His voice was soft, which is extremely unfair because he knows how weak Satoru is to him when he talks like that.

“Fine.” He caved, “But I’m not following you. I’m gonna find some shade to rest under while you continue with your retail therapy.” Suguru chuckled, giving Satoru an amused look. "Suit yourself, Satoru. Just make sure you don't get into any trouble while I finish up here."

As Suguru weaved his way back through the lively crowd, Satoru found a shaded spot near a small fountain and decided to take a seat on its edge. He watched the people passing by, the vibrant atmosphere of the festival creating a pleasant backdrop. Despite his initial complaints, Satoru couldn't help but appreciate the energy surrounding him.

Just as he was about to drift off into a light doze, a presence in front of him caused his eyes to fly open. A mischievous smile played on Suguru's lips as he stood before Satoru, holding a pair of sunglasses. Even from a glance Satoru could tell that the silver frame was made from high-quality material, elegantly encircling each lens which upon careful inspection, had a bluish tint to them. 

"What do you think, Satoru? Found something interesting," Suguru said, holding the shades closer up for him to see.

Satoru raised an eyebrow, eyeing the mask with skepticism. "Don’t tell me you want to start wearing matching sunglasses? No offense but that just screams tacky Suguru."

Suguru chuckled. "Not exactly. I thought it would suit you. Didn’t you mention your current pair was starting to get scratched up? Come on, put it on. Consider it a souvenir and apology for making you wait so long."

Satoru hesitated for a moment, eyeing the sunglasses before finally relenting. "Well, if it's a gift from you, I suppose I can't refuse." He winked before taking the sunglasses from Suguru, appreciating the craftsmanship and the stylish design. As he put them on, he couldn't help but admit they felt surprisingly comfortable.

Suguru grinned, nodding in approval. "They look good on you, Satoru."

Satoru couldn't help the flush of heat that rose to his face, hoping the blush would be hidden beneath his new shades. "I guess I can forgive you for making me wait this time, Suguru. These are pretty cool." 

The two friends spent the rest of the day immersed in the festivities of Kawasaki, their laughter and banter echoing through the bustling streets. As the sun set and the vibrant lights of the festival illuminated the night, they found themselves at a ramen shop, finally fulfilling Satoru's earlier request. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Although it was just an instant… ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The first snowfall of the year had blanketed Tokyo in a pristine coat of white. The city's bustling energy had quieted to a hushed serenity, and even the cursed spirits seemed to take a pause in their mischief. Amidst this winter wonderland, Suguru and Satoru found themselves unexpectedly united in a rare moment of peace.

On the outskirts of the city, where the snow lay undisturbed, the pair stood facing each other. The bitter cold nipped at the tips of their ears and their exposed noses. A mischievous glint sparkled in Satoru’s eyes as he glanced at the untouched snow around them.

"Hey Suguru… I challenge you to a snowball fight," Gojo declared with a playful grin.

He raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "You're on, Satoru. No Limitless allowed though, that’s just a natural cheat."

“Hah!” Satoru’s grin widened, “Not like it would make a difference! You’ll never land a hit on me.”

And so, the two powerful sorcerers began their impromptu snowball battle. The quiet landscape echoed with the sounds of laughter and the soft thuds of snowballs meeting their targets. Geto's precision and Gojo's speed made it a fierce competition, each trying to outmaneuver the other in the whirlwind of flying chunks of snow.

After a particularly intense exchange, they found themselves panting and covered in snow. A truce was silently declared as they sat side by side on a snow-covered bench, catching their breath. The quietness of the snowy landscape seemed to seep into their souls, the air was crisp and the only sounds were the soft whispers of the wind or the occasional rustle of a nearby tree branch weighed down by snow.

"Who would have thought that a snowball fight could be so... therapeutic?" Suguru remarked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Gojo chuckled, a rare genuine smile gracing his usually carefree expression. "Snow has a way of reminding us of simpler times, doesn't it? Before curses and duty were at the center of our lives."

Their conversation was interrupted by the distant chime of a nearby shrine bell, signaling the approach of the New Year. The significance of the moment lingered in the air, and they both felt the weight and the anticipation of the year to come.

"I suppose even you can be sentimental then," Geto mused, breaking the momentary silence.

Gojo nodded in agreement. "Maybe we should make this a tradition—annual snowball fights to remind us of the fleeting joy in life."

As they stood up from the bench, brushing off the snow, the cold no longer felt as biting. The untouched snow around them held the promise of a fresh start. The city lights in the distance twinkled like distant stars, and for that brief moment, there were no curses or obligations that held them back. They were simply Suguru Geto and Satoru Gojo in a quiet, snow-covered corner of Tokyo.

“Let’s go home, Satoru.”

Hand in hand, they walked back towards the city, leaving behind them two pairs of footprints embedded in the snow. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

For Satoru Gojo... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The Star Plasma Vessel mission.

Riko Amanai’s Death.

Applause.

Applause.

Applause.

“You’re late, Suguru. No, I guess you got here fast. There are several Star Religious Group facilities in the city after all.”

Applause.

“Satoru? Is that you? What happened?”

                                                                                       A ppla  use.

“I see you already saw Shoko.”

                             App   la  use.

“Yeah, she healed me. I’m fine now. No, me being safe doesn’t help anything here.”

“I screwed up. You’re not at fault.”

“Let’s head back.”

Ap      p  au  s e.

“Suguru. Should we kill these guys? The way I feel right now...I doubt I’d feel anything about it.”

“No. There’s no point.”

“No point…huh. Does there really need to be any point to it?”

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“Are you the strongest because you’re Satoru Gojo?”“Or are you Satoru Gojo because you’re the strongest?”

“What the hell are you trying to say?” “Listen to me!”

“If I were able to become you,”“This foolish ideal would become a lot more grounded and real.”“Don’t you think?”

“...” “Don’t think anything strange. Just please come over here!”

“I’ve decided how I’ll live my life.”“Now it’s just a matter of doing the best I can to achieve that.”

“...” “I’ll listen to you so please-”

“If you want to kill me, then kill me.”“There would be a point to that.”

"Say something!”

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“You’re late.” “Satoru.”

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“Do you have any last words?”

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“No matter what anyone says”“I hate those monkeys.”

“But”

“I never held any hatred for those in Jujutsu High.”

“I just couldn’t wear a heartfelt smile in this world.”

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“Suguru.”

“ █ ████ ███ ”

———

“Pfft-”

“At least curse me a little at the very end.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

One minute had passed a long time ago. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“So.”

“Who the hell are you?”

“I’m Suguru Geto!” “Don’t you remember me? How sad…”

“All the information provided by my Six Eyes is telling me you’re Suguru Geto.”

“But.”

“BOTH MY HEART AND MY SOUL KNOW OTHERWISE!”

"Gate Close."

[mangledscrimp]

DY clive (hesitant on posting this bc I don’t really like it hahaaaa) (below going into details!! such as body, how the arm works, and a bit more info!!) am so tired

Facts in the post and general;

•Dy clive is unlabeled and goes by any pronouns. They’re willing to be with realistically anyone, but doesn’t like the idea of having to call himself something.

•Their top surgery scars are meant to look like cogs to fit the whole steam punk theme Claire (and soon to be made, Hersh 2.0) have

•Hat has cog on it, I really didn’t feel like taking another screenshot of the second ref HAHAAAA

•Mildly expressive, WILL look at you with the most annoyed expression if you say something stupid

experimenting with how I want to draw em with this silly comic

•If it wasn’t obvious, Clive is disabled in this au. His arm was disintegrated running from the blast radius, leaving his shoulder behind. Since Claire took him in, she created their arm. The spot parts on the brown covering connects the arm part to the nerves so clive can use it.

•She isn’t very fond of Claire’s decision of making Hersh 2.0. She often tries to encourage Claire to get out of the clock shop and meet real people and leave behind what she had with Hershel. Obviously, her efforts lead to nothing.

•The Monocle has a bullseye pattern in the middle of the gem, this is TOTALLY NOT ALLUDING TO ANYTHING /sarcasm

[petruchio]

i was lowkey tumblr stalking asks you’ve answered before (i apologize i just love how in depth u answer) and now i wanna know your tierlist (A/B/C/D/F) for the songs on GUTS. include deluxe pls bc imo the deluxe tracks are better than many main album tracks hehe

well first off you can ALWAYS stalk me and never apologize for it, i love answering stuff and i love that people actually read it HAHA! so please <3 stalk away <3 i love it

i LOVE this question. i was going to make one of those images like the youtubers do for tier lists but then i realized i would have to explain myself anyway so im just going to give each song a letter grade and a little blurb about why i think this... so here goes 🤓

i actually have to put this under a cut because it got so long that i am not going to clog up people's dash with my long and way too detailed thoughts on GUTS but please read this if it is of interest bc i would love to continue discussing haha

so first i'm going to say to me overall guts is like a solid A-/A for a sophomore album. i don't think it's perfect but i think as far as showing growth from the first album, expanding on themes and sounds that were explored in sour, and just maturing while still feeling like a natural progression -- i think it does all of that really nicely while also managing to carve out a unique niche for olivia in the industry. so like. YES! great. (i have been saying that while i see olivia compared to taylor swift a lot, i think it's actually a much better comparison to compare her to avril lavigne in the early 2000s -- avril was originally "discovered" via performing with shania twain (which in some ways we could argue for being a taylor/olivia situation but in the 90s) and a lot of her early work and songwriting is influenced by the country music scene, but, just like olivia, her first album smashed onto the scene and captured the teenage zeitgeist in a really unique and special that was really of the moment it was released and dug into rock inspired hooks and sounds that resonated with the audience of young teens. if "driver's license" is olivia's "complicated," i think we can easily argue that "good 4 u" is her sk8r boi. (and deja vu is her i'm with you, the best single and best song in both of their discographies I SAID WHAT I SAID!) anyway all that is to say i think that GUTS and under my skin ALSO share a lot of parallels both in how they were marketed and the way they dive deeper into darker themes while expanding on a lot of what made the first album great, if perhaps not spawning the level of radio hits as the first album. anyway it's just something i think about that i don't see talked about all that much and i find it really interesting. i could keep going but i know that was an insane digression so let's get to the grades.)

all american bitch - B+ i think this song is a great opener and it has some really great lines in it -- the sarcasm makes it so fun and tongue in cheek and i actually like the scream, my reason for not being able to give it an A is just that i do feel like it's very much "putting on a persona" of being a rock punk chick, which is absolutely cool and is extremely well done, it just doesn't feel 100% authentic to me. like, i like the scream but it feels more like an acting performance than a genuine scream of anguish, but olivia is such an appealing actress that i'm like, yeah girl go off

bad idea right? - A+ this is the deja vu of the album for me. it is SUCH A GOOD SONG and it has the best video by far of any of the singles, it's so clever and creative and i actually really love her vocal delivery, it's bratty and obnoxious but for some reason it DOES feel authentic to me in a way AAB doesn't, i think it takes its influences and manages to reinterpret and transform them into something totally unique and personal to olivia and it's just GREAT. (i think a great example of how good this song is is honestly the kelly clarkson cover she did, it was a really fun cover but you could just tell that olivia's version works better, it's a song that feels like it could only be done by her and i love it for that.)

vampire - B i actually thought i'd rate this lower bc it is my least favorite song on the album but like, okay it's FINE. my issue with vampire is that 1) it feels like the label said "write another ballad that sounds like drivers license and we'll use that as the lead single" which i don't like, and 2) i've written before that my main issue with vampire is that it DOES NOT COMMIT to the genuinely cool metaphor that it attempts. i actually love the line "you only come out at night" because i think it's really clever and creative to extend the "sucking me dry" metaphor of a vampire. i think following that up with "i used to think i was smart but you made me look so naive" is such a let down and so cliche that it annoys me every time i hear the song. like, if the song instead was like "i should have known it was strange, you only come out at night/you said i tasted so sweet til nothing was left in my veins" or something i would think it was a great song. but instead we get that clunky cliche of a line and it irritates me. the song has potential but it just doesn't deliver.

lacy - A- (tw: ed) so i think that this song is about struggling with an ed and i think it is really amazing if you read it through that lens. i don't even really want to say that much more about it because when i saw someone say that on twitter and i listened to the song thinking about that, it hit me really hard and i think it's brilliantly done but it's intense. i think olivia said that it came out of a poem she wrote and i think that lacy is the personification of that really personal struggle and i think it's a beautiful and deeply sad metaphor and the song actually does it really well. i also really love her vocal delivery on the recording and i think it's beautifully produced, the layered vocals at the end are really gorgeous.

ballad of a homeschooled girl - A- honestly i have the same comments as i do about all american bitch except i just think this song is slightly better and feels a little more authentic. i think the lyrics on this one are really clever as well and i love the little production quirks like "how to flirt" and the outro is SO FUN and i love the sort of fourth wall break of "can't think of a third line" and the la la la that just kind of smashes into the end of the song, i think it works so well with the concept of the song so yeah. great.

making the bed - B+ this is a song where i'm like, there's nothing WRONG with it i just don't think it's particularly special, like it's a good song and it has some really great lyrics i just think it's a decent song that accomplishes exactly what it sets out to do. it's good. no real notes. my favorite lyric is "they tell me that they love me like i'm some tourist attraction" -- i love when the pop girls talk about the complexities of fame, and olivia seems strikingly self aware in a lot of her lyrics and that one is really a hard hitter. (it reminds me of billie's getting older song, "the things i once enjoyed just keep me employed now" and "another thing i ruined i used to do for fun" which are both lines that i feel like really do a nice job of exploring how it feels when your art and artistic expression becomes a job and a persona. i think billie and olivia are doing so much cool stuff and they both just seem like such cool and interesting girls. they just give the vibe that it would be so fun to get dinner with them and talk about their experience of teenage fame because they both seem to have some really interesting and complex insights about it.)

logical - B- tbh this song is kinda boring to me. it's fine but i just think it's a theme that is explored better in other songs. the one line i really like is "if rain don't pour and sun don't shine" because i like to imagine that it's a reference to taming of the shrew act iv scene v.

get him back! - A+ SO GOOD COME ON GET HIM BACK IS SO GOOD AHHHHHH i get mad thinking about the music video bc the iphone lens makes it so weird and i think this could've had an even better video without the iphone gimmick but holy cow this song is so good. it's so clever, it's so fun, it ROCKS. (though this is the point on the album where i start to get annoyed by all the production quirks, i think they are fun on a couple songs but we don't need the "is this the song with drums" thing, just play the song. there's only so much studio chatter that makes a song fun before it gets a little grating to listen to every time i want to play the song.) but this is a brilliant song. I WANNA MEET HIS MOM AND TELL HER HER SON SUCKS. has anyone ever more perfectly captured how it feels to be nineteen. ugh this song is so good.

love is embarrassing - A i actually really like this song and i think it's a really nice spiritual closer to sour. it does such a nice job of reflecting but in a funny, tongue-in-cheek, self aware way that i think is so appealing and cute. i love "you found a new version of me and i damn near started world war three" as a callback to "another actress i hate to think that i was just your type" and i LOOOVE the outro with "i'm planning out my wedding with some guy i'm never marrying" which i think is a fantastic line. i love the vocal delivery on the outro as well. (also this is an example for me of a song with no studio chatter or production gimmicks, and it's GOOD bc it's like, it doesn't need that! it's just a fun song! and i like it for that!!)

the grudge - A- honestly a beautiful song that captures a very specific feeling. i love the melody and the way she delivers "how could anybody do the things you did so easily?" the second verse is an absolute gut punch of what it feels like to come away from a toxic love. it has a couple clunkers (i'm not a fan of "trust that you betrayed, confusion that still lingers" which i think is just a bit awkward) but overall it's a lovely song and so raw.

pretty isn't pretty - A again just a really solid work. i love the guitar sound on it. and i think it does a really nice job of capturing another specific teenage emotion. one thing i love on GUTS is that it feels legitimately balanced between songs about heartbreak and songs about personal feelings and this song is one that i think does that second part very well. i really love the second prechorus line "it's in my phone it's in my head it's in the boys i bring to bed" and i think this song is really insightful and personal.

teenage dream - B my issue with this song is my same issue with hope ur ok which is that it just feels so aware of itself as AN ALBUM CLOSER and i find it a bit cloying. i think the theme is interesting and has potential but the song just annoys me because it feels kind of overdone. idk. i just don't love it. i get it and i get why it's there but i think there was a better way of closing the album in a more genuine way.

BONUS TRACKS RANKING LINK (i have to link a new post here since i hit the character limit on this post. geez lol)

[ourtimeisrunningouttt]

okay so idk exactly what should be told in matchup games but I’ll try my best lmao. I enjoy playing piano (I’ve played for 12 years), baking, writing, board games, some video games, and quality time over anything else. I’m the youngest in my family with a lot of siblings and moved around a lot as a child so I’m not really tied to any place in particular. Used to uprootedness and not having a particular home, so I usually associate the feeling of home with the people I’m closest to instead. I love warm soups, cats, chocolate, coffee, soft songs with good vocals, and studio ghibli films. I don’t like working out, but walks outside are fine. I enjoy staying inside under a blanket the most though. I love realistic fiction and Jane Austen books, music (obviously), and ballet (I used to do it but not anymore). I would say I’m a pretty kind and calm person, but definitely sarcastic and I joke around with people I’m close to (depends tho, sometimes I bully to show my love, but with other people I’m rly super sappy and sweet, it mostly depends on their personality and the way they express themselves). I find it really hard to connect to people unless we share common interests (kpop is the big one) due to how much I moved around as a child and the inability to relate to that for most people. I’m also a big planner and very organized and responsible (very ESFJ lmao although I’m a total ambivert) and yeah that’s about it I think :)

Lets Gooooo

First of all you are such a vibe and we're so similar lol I love ghibli, austen, and walking instead of working out.

So i ship you with... Jiwon, aka One!

Hear me out! It's not just because I know how much you like him!

Jiwon resonates with everything about you, you have no idea. He loves the way you create little worlds for yourself to escape into through your love of piano and music or fiction, in fact his favorite way to decompress is listening to you play. Jiwon is very calm and composed himself so you really match his energy. Most people nowadays want to goof off or party all the time, so he values that you and him can just enjoy a moment together. It makes him love your fun side even more, like when you let some sarcasm slip through. He's always caught off guard when you bully him with affection though! Jiwon is also the boyfriend most girl mom's dreams are made of, so expect a lot of carrying your stuff, pulling chairs for you, you read Jane Austen after all so he knows he has to channel his inner ☆gentleman☆ just put your planning skills to use and set some reminders in his phone for stuff he has to do bc he can forget sometimes. Jiwons convinced your cat doesn't like him, but he's determined to win her over. All in all, you guys are such a romantic n soft couple. Real perfume commercial vibes.

[moeitsu]

Can i ask you about your OC Kate?

Where did your inspo for her character come from? Does she represent anything about yourself?

I really love your fic. I think it’s an interesting approach to Arthur’s character to explore the parental guilt he has for what happened to Eliza and Isaac. And I love the way you do that by introducing a character that’s pretty much a mirror of himself, but under different circumstances. And she has broken the cycle already. Her backstory literally gave me chills when I read it. You have a great way of adding so much detail in such a short amount of words! I really look forward to each chapter :)))

AHH OF COURSE YOU CAN!!!! 💗♥️💜

Ty Ty Ty for asking it means so much to me when you guys ask question/give feedback/leave comments on my work. I’m so serious it literally brightens my day.

I wish this wasn’t anon so I can thank you properly, but please DM me and if you want I will add you to the tags for the next chapters!!

I’m so ready to dive into the Kate McCanon lore, I’m sorry if I get carried away:

I can’t really take any credit for her name. It’s from a Colter Wall song called “Kate McCanon”, but her character is nothing like the woman he’s singing about. I just really loved the name tbh. (And I’m a big fan of his music)

As far as my inspo for her character traits, they kinda just developed over time. I began forming ideas of her as I played rdr2 for the first time, at first I kinda pictured myself in the time period and how I would respond/react to certain events. Then as the story progressed I was like hm, I would definitely be dead by now if this was me. So i made someone stronger but also kept certain aspects like her humor, sarcasm, honesty, intelligence and kindness that I think are sorta reflection of myself.

In a nutshell, the Kate we see with Arthur and the gang is a free spirited tomboy who fully embraces the freedom and possibilities of life in the west and she also defies the gender stereotypes of that time period.

However, the lack of description of Kates appearance was entirely on purpose. I dropped little snippets of her looks at the beginning such as her height and size. (She’s a big woman) But tbh i didn’t want the focus of the story to be on what she looked like or what she was wearing. I purposely mentioned she is half Italian on her mothers side, (bc that will come up again later in the story for the plot) but I also wanted you guys to picture her however you felt was right. In my mind, she is a woman who appears intimidating but once you get to know her she’s a total sweetheart (much like Arthur hehe)

One of the reasons why I choose to keep Kate out of most missions is because she genuinely wants to be done with hurting people. She gave that life up and vowed to do better. Only when she’s pushed and survival is at stake do we see her break that promise. It’s almost ironic considering she is with a gang of outlaws, but like the girls, and Arthur too, she sees them as just people trying to get by. When she meets Jack and Abigail she sees a future dangling on a thread, and decides that if there’s something good she can do here. Then it’s going to be helping that family escape this life. Falling in love with Arthur just happens to be a bonus ;)

I had always intended to give Kate a traumatic backstory (sorry girlie). It started with her family, I wrote out an entire detailed timeline of her life. With names and dates and even random life events that will never make it in the story. But it helped me so much with building her background. It made her feel more real to me. I did so much research on the time period and what Boston was like in the 1800s. Even though I didn’t go into grave detail about her childhood or the death of her family members. But by doing so, it made it easier for me to write about that hopelessness and vulnerability she felt when she finally lost everything.

I chose to open the story with her burying her husband and child because (spoiler alert, but not really if you’ve been actively reading) that is the tie that links her soul with Arthur’s. Even though she does not blame herself for their deaths, it’s something that is engraved into the very being of her identity. And it pretty much dictates the person she becomes throughout the story.

When Kate is captured and taken to a military fort, that is where her “rock bottom” hits its “peak” so to speak. She has nothing left to lose at this point but herself. And in a way, she does lose herself. River is a character I hold very dear to me. And i might write a small spin off about him and Kate in the future. He was a reflection of what Kate would have become if she did not make a change. At first, he was her hope. But when his family met the same fate as hers, he became consumed by the darkness and rage. And unfortunately, she was in a state where Rivers anger nurtured her own. (I want to make it clear River is not a villain, he’s a victim)

I do kinda regret not exploring their relationship more in the chapter. But tbh it probably wouldn’t have added anything. However, I will say the two of them pretty much trauma bonded. They loved each other deeply, but not really in a romantic sense. River offered to marry her, but it was more out of “you are the only one i have left” kind of way. He was never going to give up that life and settle down again, getting married to Kate would just be a way to seal their relationship and vow to stand by each other till the very end. (Does this kinda mirror Arthur/Mary? That might be a reach idk)

All in all, I wanted to give Arthur someone who already understands him, but doesn’t know it yet. Someone that he doesn’t need to explain himself to because Kate has already been there. Arthur knows he’s a bad man, and he knows Kate has been a bad woman. He believes he is beyond saving, beyond redemption. But Kate sees someone who can be saved, he just need the support to do it.

I’ve been trying to plant the seeds over time that Kate truly misses being a mother, and feels robbed of the life she should be living. Raising her daughter. Jacks character has helped me manifest that in the story a lot. Especially that first kiss scene. Kate longs for a family. But she’s pretty much convinced herself that she will never have one again. So by helping the Marstons it alleviates some of that yearning. Arthur believes he has failed as a father, but what Kate sees is the potential for him to be a very loving parent. And it makes her head dizzy with adoration. (There will be many more tender moments with Jack/Arthur/Kate in the future btw)

I hope you guys don’t think my Arthur is too out-of-character. In the game, his son really isn’t mentioned a whole lot, and we know the reason he gives John such a hard time is because he doesn’t want to see him make the same mistakes. But I honestly believe Arthur would have made a wonderful father. The motivation behind this whole fanfic is really just exploring grief and parenthood. Which is ironic because i don’t have children lmao.

TLDR: Kate McCanon domesticates the wild outlaw known as Arthur Morgan 😂

I can’t believe I rambled so much on this. I hope I didn’t overwhelm you. But I guess it just goes to show how much I appreciate your question, and the fact that you’ve taken time out of your day to read my story.

I love you guys! ♥️

[eternal-silvertongued-prince]

Rules: post 3 snippets from published work and 3 from your wips

Oh boy, having to choose which WIP to take snippets from took way too long.

Published:

The Thanksgiving Dilemma

The heat that radiated off his body was a surprising contrast to his normally chilled hands. The need for air finally broke the kiss, but it didn’t stop him from stealing a few more pecks. “You–  Severus, overwhelm me in the most wonderful way.” You pulled away just enough to see his whole face. “Whenever you are around it’s as if all my thoughts cease to exist and there is only you. The simplest of your touches render me without breath. Severus, you have no idea how long I have been waiting, hoping, to hear that you felt the same way that I did about you.”

Family

"...what are you doing still standing there! Get into something cosy so you can help your wife and child out decorating this tree.” You spun him around and gave his tush a tap to get him moving. His glare was harmless, but the smile was sincere. He gave you one last kiss and bent down to give your belly one for good measure as well.

A Birthday to Remember

It seems that you weren’t the only one who noticed Severus zoom by because the second he disappeared around the corner, two Slytherins beside you began a hushed (not really) whisper. “There goes Snape again. Do you think that bloke has a single friend?” “Not that I know of. Heard Lucius say that it’s his birthday tomorrow. Wonder if…” The rest of their conversation was lost on you. It was his birthday tomorrow?! That’s it!

WIP:

Be My Valentine

It was abundantly clear to everyone after the years of being single and alone, that he was not a fan of the holiday. So why in the nine realms did an owl drop off a bloody Valentine for him? Thinking it was a mistake, he grabbed the paper and cautiously flipped it over. Sure enough, written on the top in white ink was one Severu– wait. Did he read that correctly? Bringing his finger to the paper, he traced over the faint ridges imprinted by the delicate script that definitely spelt out his name. Okay… so it wasn’t an illusion of some sort, and all his years of solidarity have not rendered him delusional. His fingers tightened around the note as he stood abruptly to leave the hall, not giving breakfast a second thought. In his rush to separate himself from the rest of Hogwarts, he failed to notice a pair of eyes follow his frame as it made its way out the door.

Duelling Partner for Life

“Yeah, to be fair, I am a little bit of a sore loser.” “You and Professor Snape went on a date?!?” The students could not fathom the idea of their tall, rude, and snarky Professor going on a date, let alone be interested in someone as bright and happy as you. “Dates”, you corrected. “He and I still go on them whenever the time allows it.” “Why?” A Gryffindor pipes up from the side. Snape answers before you can say anything. “It is as if that is what people who are in a relationship do.” Sarcasm heavy in his voice as you giggle at his response.

Reminisce

“Normally I would not take any help from anyone, especially not a student, but seeing as this is a real urgency and you are not totally incompetent in potions, I suppose an extra set of hands would not be the worst thing. We could certainly produce more than enough to hold the school at bay with this retched virus going around.” “Wow, that was the most backhanded compliment I’ve ever received.” His nose twitched as he tried to suppress the sneer on his face. “What else would you want from me?” “Maybe a please, professor” you smirked. “Don’t push it Miss L/N.” “Very well, sir. Let’s get started then, shall we?”

BONUS WIP (Bc I feel so bad being MIA for so long)

Snape took a sip from the tumbler you placed in front of him, letting the amber liquid warm his throat. “You were my favourite student, you know?” “Really? That's surprising and not at the same time. You were my favourite professor.” He shot you a look with raised eyebrows as if to tell you he hardly believed that. As skeptical as he looked, you couldn't help but laugh at how absurd it also sounded to you. “It’s true. It just so happened that you taught my favourite subject, too.” “Does that mean I have to watch out for you trying to take my job?” He drily stated as he took another sip. You chuckled and moved to clean up behind the bar just to keep your hands busy. “No need to worry. I am applying for the open DADA position.” He looked sullen for a second before replying, “You’d make a good DADA professor.” You stopped what you were doing because hearing that from him certainly surprised you. “You really think so?” A smirk appeared on his face.

[asimplearchivist]

It seems like everyone assumes that Miles and Miguel, if when they reconcile, will have a strained relationship at best (which is totally understandable), but I feel like there is so much potential for such wholesome interactions between those two.

(Big brother Miguel headcanons under the cut.)

Both having Latina/Hispanic moms, talking about how the home cooking is so much better than anything else. (Miguel teaching Miles some of the family recipes that he can no longer show Gabriella, and how homemade empanadas are so much better than the ones in the cafeteria.)

Spanglish. Miguel, on principle, trying to steer him towards proper Spanish but doing so great of a job of it himself—it’s a constant back and forth teasing. Playful arguments and bickering in Spanish that make the others exchange oblivious glances, Miles getting frustrated when his vocabulary fails him, Miguel offering the words (and curses) to him with a grin knowing Miles would get fussed at if he ever let them slip them around his mom. Miles’ fluency improving exponentially because Miguel challenges him and makes him speak in nothing but sometimes while he gives him oral reports. Rio being so proud of her boy’s improved accent but being so puzzled as to why it suddenly got better.

Big/little brother tussling. Miguel armlocks Miles and ruffles his hair just to irritate him. Miles climbs all over Miguel. Slapping each other, punching each other, shadow boxing. Casual affection that Miles never got since he doesn’t have a sibling, and Miguel gets to indulge for the first time in years since he misses Gabriel more than he ever thought he would.

Miguel showing him the ropes, different techniques, how to handle hand-to-hand better (bc let’s face it, Miles isn’t that scrappy—see: his scuffle with the Spot). Miles being quicker and outwitting Miguel’s brute strength. Betting pools traveling hands while all the other Spiders watch their sparring matches, laughter ringing out every time Miguel manages to land a blunt slap against Miles’ flank, talons withdrawn, with a smug, “Gotcha, hermanito. Watch your back.”

Miles dealing with an anomaly in his universe, calling for backup. Miguel swooping in like he did with Gwen, whooping ass because only he gets to bully Miles Morales (lovingly). Miles watching in bemusement as they deliver the anomaly to base and the others are curious why they’re so terrified of Miguel and want to go home so bad.

Miles’ silly little jokes rubbing off on Miguel. Miguel’s flat sarcasm rubbing off on Miles. Them saying jokes/punchlines/puns at the same time. The others groan and roll their eyes. “You’re corrupting him, Miguel.”/“You’re spending too much time with that stick in the mud, Miles.”

Miles going to Miguel when he has trouble with his dad, needs advice, or just feels down. Miguel not being quite so comfortable to offer physical comfort, but willing to give him a hug if he needs one. Miguel giving him advice where he can. Miguel letting him hang out with him while he works. (Miguel’s heart softening to mush when Miles starts bringing his sketchbook with him to vent through his art, curling up nearby on the platform.) Miguel offering to teach him some things on tech and such to keep Miles’ brain occupied when it’s going a mile a minute—working with one’s hands does wonders, after all.

Peter B catching them holed away somewhere zonked on a couch, Miguel protectively wrapping an arm around Miles’ shoulders in his sleep while he snores like a bear. Peter snaps a picture, throws a blanket over them, and leaves them be.

Just…big brother Miguel🥹please let it happen.

[girlfailgaymer]

15 QUESTIONS FOR 15 FRIENDS 🌸

@avataraloy and @minniestronni both tagged me in so thanks to u both :3

i for SURE don't have 15 ppl to tag but i'ma play along anyway ✨️

ARE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE - no but i could have been! my parents' other potential name for me was Kristopher Robin, like the little boy in Winnie the Pooh, but also their best friend Kris and my grandpa Robin :') kinda wish it'd worked out that way tbh but my current name is also cool so can't complain

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED - oh like an hour ago, listening to hozier in the shower. empire now amirite guys?

DO YOU HAVE KIDS - nope lucky me!!!!!

WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY - HAHAHAHAH that's funny!! does riding my bike in college count? i was already unathletic but then i broke my leg real bad at 19 and it's been all downhill since 🙃

DO YOU USE SARCASM - nooooo i'm like totally serious all the time (/sarcastic/)

FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE - tattoos and jewelry for sure! whatever little accessories say the most about a person 💓

WHAT'S YOUR EYE COLOR - denim blue with a faint gold streak in one eye 👁

SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS - both make me cry but happy endings all the way

ANY TALENTS - ummm hmm. i'm a pretty good writer, or at least i used to be. i make a mean breakfast sandwich. gaming for sure. i make cute bracelets sometimes. often a thoughtful gift giver 🎮🩶

WHERE WERE YOU BORN - bay area babyyy 💃 central california along the coast. blessing to grow up there, i would never go back

WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES - watching anime playing videogames reading gardening crafting drinking and 3hr phone calls with my friends 💞

DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS - one old lady kitty cat! used to have dogs but when we moved they went with mom :(

HOW TALL ARE YOU - 5'5" with a terrible slouch

FAVORITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL - english bc i got to read & talk about books. science because it's FACINATING (ecology and geology specifically)

DREAM JOB - AUTHOR!!!!!! i wanna stay home and write books that make people feel things so badly :'(

okay i'm gonna tag kinda generously here, obviously only engage if yu want to <3 sorry if this annoys anyone i'm just having fun being part of the tumblr community

@charlottebiscuit @pure-of-fart @azaraeth @ego-rapture @springbeemaya @theoldgodsaredisappointed @dysaniadisorder @vinylfruitcake

[tomatoluvr69]

yayyyyy @sonic-fizz tagged me to answer these 15 questions this is so old web core slayyyyyyyyyyyyyy love it thx <3

1. are you named after anyone

eh i was named after a grandparent in a slapdash way. like they just chopped off half the name and called it a day...

2. when was the last time you cried?

literally probably like 24-48 hours ago in the car thinking about how doomed i am (this is not true.). or maybe it was reading a sad article...i don't know. I tear up a lot but full on sobbing bawling was in mid-Dec and a more sustained sniffle crying was when i was hungover and miserable about my tortured loneliness and doom for the future on new year's day lol

3. do you have kids?

omg...no...the microplastics in my womb and doom in my genome and also i'm broke and single and american

4. what sports do you play/have played?

i swim but it's like in the way that other ppl take walks around the neighborhood a few times a week. sports were so fucking abysmal for me growing up that i feel i am unlikely to ever return

5. do you use sarcasm?

occasionally...i've grown out of it for the most part though. there are better ways to be funny in a lot of situations...i am silly goofy mostly, or use observational humor and wacky metaphors etc

6. what is the first thing you notice about people?

i'd love to be like 'a warm smile :-)' but if i'm being totally honest i'm scanning their clothing/hairstyle/grooming etc to scan for anyone likely to judge me based on my failure to conform to gender and modern consumerism...which isn't fair to others, i know......but sometimes you just see someone in like salon highlights barrel curls full makeup suburban drip and you're like hmmm eeeeeek scary! I think this is a vestigial defense mechanism from my relentless failure to dress right and be liked growing up. need 2 keep an eye out for the freaks and geeks and allies you know (but i'm so lucky to be in circles where everyone is dressing androgynously, having full on body hair everywhere, no makeup is the norm rather than the exception, funky used clothes and practical work/outdoors gear is the norm, etc. ok i'm getting off track...). i also notice people's height relative to my own bc i'm a bit insecure about towering over some people even though i'm not that tall.... :-( this stuff says way more about me than about anyone else... :-( i will say though that i'm pretty good about ignoring these first readings and giving people a chance once i get to know them. this is just the knee jerk first impression stuff

7. what’s your eye colour?

pale blue/grey. sorry :-/

8. scary movies or happy endings?

i like SAD ENDINGS of LOVERS' DEATHS and UNREQUITED PASSIONS and FAILED DREAMS and SCARRED MEMORIES....

9. any talents?

nothing like above and beyond. but there's a number of things i'm pretty sufficient at without trying too hard which is nice i guess. gardening, cooking from scratch w/o recipes, stringing together a sentence or a laugh...

10. where were you born?

my beautiful steel city...kisses 2 her majesty.......

11. what are your hobbies?

swimming gardening fermenting cooking writing reading going to indie films with friends of discerning tastes attending potlucks oh and LAYING FACE DOWN IN MY BED.....

12. do you have any pets?

i wish :-( renter problems......

13. how tall are you?

5’11" or so i have not been to the doctor in so many years LOL....

14. favourite subject in school?

hated school but hated the humanities the least...i loved my filmmaking class in college the most probably

15. dream job?

MOVIE DIRECTOR...FAMOUS AUTEUR NOVELIST...HOMEMAKER...

I tag @fieryphrazes, @iwrotemrtambourineman, @chriselliottfanblog, and @chekovsphaser from my notes recently...and literally anyone who wants to and is bored you can say i tagged you. in fact i would love to read it i think tag games are so fun and i love to read them ok yay byeeee