#he was very tall in real life

[kaleidoscopeminds]

in your most recent fic, you write luke as a 6 foot 4 man, so am i safe to assume that since you have met the man irl, your assessment of his height is 6’4 and not 6’2?

akdjdhd anon, sorry to say i’m not the kind of person that can judge someone’s height by just seeing them in the street especially when i’m in a fugue state of pure panic. i just know he is Very Tall and as this is a work of fiction and 6’4 had the impact i wanted for rollerblading luke 🥰

[offorestsongs]

just a guy and his cat

is that how a 70cm tall animal would look like next to a human? i don't know! probably not!

[highoncatfood]

i still have to cut him out of that big sheet but yeah. i made him from the ground up in a lab *tears my face away revealing that i have actually been dr huesca all along*

wht should i do with him im open to suggestions

[c28hunter]

I actually have pics also with Jan, Bojan nad Mark

But Nace deserved his own post 😌

[druidshollow]

"what would your character be like without their trauma?" is such a hard question for me because it makes me feel like a massive asshole LMAO

(im attaching a picture of a tundra literally to add context to my ramble in the tags because my posts are structured by a sane person) (you should read the ramble in the tags i talk so much about rivers fsr)

[lateseptemberdawn]

No but like. Men could be the lowest of the low, not be knowing the most basic shit, inept at wit or anything else pertaining to the brain or mind or conscious, and yet the audacity be there. Like. How.

[orcelito]

Got the idea of getting a tattoo for my dad, & my sister said she'd be willing to get a matching one with me

This, of all things, has made me cry again for the first time in days

[kittysmittens]

every two shot that people who went to the re:stage have posted is literally the cast going 🫶🏻 its really cute

[baejax-the-great]

So baejax was an actual dude?

😂

Ajax the Greater is a (mostly) mortal man of Greek legend. I started calling him Baejax as a joke.

Whether the cast of the Iliad were actual dudes is up for debate, but their legend has lasted three thousand years and their stories have been told and told over again, so Ajax the character has enough reality conferred to him by collective imaginations that his historical realness isn't important to me.

As a character of legend, I find Ajax fascinating both in his persistence-- it's a name that most people are familiar with even if they don't know anything of his myth (maybe because there is a household cleaner named after him in my country, among other things)-- and in how little people actually know of his story. I find the second part especially interesting because as the second strongest of the Greeks, he was overshadowed at every turn by Achilles, and once Achilles died, rather than rising to the occasion and finishing the assault of Troy, Ajax died immediately after, ignobly.

Now Achilles chose to go to Troy and die in glory in order to gain immortality through epic poetry, and he succeeded in that. We all know his name and some version of the story. Ajax? Not so much. There weren't any prophecies about him, and his death was completely unnecessary and, in my opinion, tragic. I also think most people (including Sophocles) got his death wrong, but it makes sense to me that this overshadowed man's memory would be warped and incorrect because that is what he wanted in the end--to be forgotten.

Ajax's enduring legacy has been his size and his stupidity. He carried a great shield that nobody other than him except Achilles could lift. He was the tallest of the Greeks by an entire head. And he has been called all sorts of names over time, including Shakespeare's "beef-witted."

I've read the Iliad. I've read the play "Ajax." I've read academic papers about him and looked at ancient art, and I simply don't find much evidence supporting him as an imbecile. This seems to me more of a stereotype than anything--big, dumb, friendly man who can't do anything right dies stupidly and needlessly.

He wasn't simple. He wasn't stupid. He was a tragic figure. And for better or worse, I love him.

[etcnnante]

“you know, keicho… you should stand up for yourself more— it might help. you could see it as… “practice”, of sorts, for when you have to confront your father.” @ keicho teehee 🫶

WAS WHAT he had done not enough ? it's hard to not overthink the elders word - especially since the young male took everything they have said as gospel. for once , there's a lapse in judgement. train of thought obscured by such phrasing that it left a discomfort within his chest. brows furrowed briefly as unsettled gaze peered down at the other male. ' practice ...? i thought i had more than enough practice , but ... if you feel differently , then ... feel free to give me some pointers. what else do you i could do differently ? i trust your judgement. '

[imjustagayfish]

Jimmy deserves to be short.

[stairset]

It’s so funny looking at fan-made height charts for fandoms where the characters don’t have official heights so they just go by their own headcanons, cause some people REALLY like to over-exaggerate height differences so it’s always like “Character A is clearly drawn to be about average height and Character B is like half a head taller. Thus I will label Character B as being an entire foot taller than Character A or even more. That seems right.”

[snoopythemage]

i saw eden????? in person????? like i was in the same building as him….. i heard my favorite songs live…. i heard balling live and sci fi and drugs…. i cried during forever//over…. i heard eden Actually SING “everything will be alright” live with my own ears……I SAW CRASH LIVE?????????!

[muttfangs]

got in my first near-fistfight with a stranger who has road rage today. yippee.

he was in the middle of the cross walk with his shitty beat up car, and yelling at pedestrians walking by "YOURE REALLY MAKING ME WAIT HERE HUH"...ppl who are crossing... with the walk signal on... and I flipped him off while I was walking past for literally 2 seconds bc he's being a huge piss baby. this ultra thin-skinned cis tough bro gets out of his car (that is still in the middle of the cross walk...), starts walking after me and going "YO BRO YOURE NOT GONNA DISRESPECT ME LIKE THAT" and calling after me and im thinking like. for fucks sake. I guess this was gonna happen eventually! got a fuckhead with road rage! this VERY CLEARLY SUPER DUPER CONFIDENT AND NOT INSECURE TOUGH MAN literally following me down the block as im walking to the pharmacy. I stopped at a different cross walk waiting for the light and he caught up to me, stood next to me and started yelling at me and pointing at me, and I stared back at him completely emotionless and said nothing while he huffed and puffed about beating the shit out of me, etc, and how if there werent so many people around right now he would hit me and then he finally walked away from me muttering under his breath after me staring back at him, bored, for maybe 20 seconds

cool. big dick bro! bye! hope you get in a car crash!!!

good use of your time, following a tired guy down the street to yell at him because YOU!! YOU IN A CAR!! were in the middle of a PEDESTRIAN CROSSING throwing a shitfit baby diaper tantrum

moron.

[sttoru]

𝝑𝑒 synopsis. after being married to satoru for two years, you still giggle and (secretly but not so secretly) fangirl about him whenever given the chance. your husband absolutely loves indulging you.

tags. husband!gojo satoru x wife!female reader. fluff, sfw, tiny bits of angst. tooth rotting fluff yeah. reader gets called ‘princess, baby’. inspired by this ask.

“and and and, his smile ‘s just so beautiful,” you sigh dreamily, resting your head on satoru’s lap. you’re both enjoying the cozy night in your shared apartment. with no one bothering you—with no regards for the world that’s continuing its cycle outside.

satoru chuckles as he pats your head slowly, taking his time to appreciate every feature of yours. from your pink-ish lips to your pretty eyes. he’s so in love with the creation god has gifted him. he nods attentively, “yeah? what else?”

you giggle as he indulges you. it’s a habit of yours, to fangirl over your husband like you’re not literally his wife. satoru finds it absolutely adorable. plus, it boosts his ego. in a very good way.

“aaaand, he’s caring. that’s the one thing i love most about him,” you continue to ramble about your little ‘crush’ on that so-called mysterious white-haired sorcerer. satoru wishes he could capture this moment and keep repeating it over and over in his head.

the way you talk about your crush - him - is filling his stomach with butterflies. the tall man can’t deny the faint blush on his cheeks and the fuzzy feeling in his chest. you keep getting cuter and cuter the more time passes.

when he thinks you’ve reached a state of perfection in his eyes, you once again prove him wrong and go beyond that. “caring, hm? he must treat my princess real good then,” satoru hums and continues petting your head. his other hand rubs your stomach—fingers creeping under the material of your nightgown.

“he does,” you nod in agreement, “he treats me so well. i don’t know how i got so lucky to have met him.” you squirm a little as you feel satoru’s slender fingers graze your midriff, going back down to your belly and then back up your chest again. his touch is so intimate and loving. you’re spoiled. spoiled rotten by his affection.

satoru sighs. his white lashes flutter shut for a second. hearing you say such stuff makes him want to check if it’s reality he’s in. if it isn’t another too-good-to-be-true dream of his. no one had loved him as much as you did.

it feels good to know that he’s wanted. needed.

“no, i think he is the lucky one,” satoru continues. his hand petting your head stops and he moves it to rub your cheek tenderly. he leans his head down, the tips of your noses touching. he whispers, “having a pretty girl like you love him so dearly… yeah, he’s won the lottery.”

your heart skips a beat. satoru’s words leave you speechless. you don’t know if you can keep up the little silly act anymore. his flirting, the teasing and the genuineness behind his words—it’s all too much.

you grab the back of his head and push his lips down against yours. satoru’s breath hitches for a second before he gives in to you. he visibly melts, eyes closing and hands tightening their grip around your body.

“mmh,” satoru lets out a content moan. he loves you. he’s glad he’s met you and he’s glad he made you his wife two years back. you’re the only one for him. death won’t do you apart—no—he promised you on your wedding day that it wouldn’t.

you kiss him like it’s your last kiss on earth. the spark between you is still as warm and strong as it was when you met. the people who’ve warned you about the ‘honeymoon phase’ are clearly all wrong. they aren’t aware of the strength your bond with satoru has. you’re inseparable.

“i love you,” you sigh against satoru’s glossy lips and he deepens the kiss after that.

somebody loves him. somebody cares for him. that’s all he needs in life. his life is complete with you in it. he smiles against your lips and says the three words back, with more passion than ever before, “i love you too, my angel.”

nothing will ever separate you. not fate. not anyone.

[yueebby]

how i met your mother  — gojo satoru

contents. fluff, meet ugly, established relationship, highschool!gojo in flashback, gojo just loves his wife and everyone is sick of it

notes. this is apart of my indulge me series but everything can be read as a standalone!

“you forgot to give me a kiss this morning,” your husband pouts from your lap before puckering his lips out, “i’ll need a thousand more to compensate!” 

just a couple meters away from you, paper crinkles harshly as nanami, your fellow colleague, flips the page on the newspaper he’s reading. you hear a heavy sigh leave his lips.  “i missed it when you both hated each other,” he readjusts his glasses with one hand tiredly. he’s disappointed, but not surprised with satoru’s behavior.

this comment causes itadori, who happened to be hanging out in the teacher’s lounge to perk up.

“gojo-sensei and gojo-san hated each other?” he sits up straight on the couch. the pink haired boy looks between you and satoru, who is purring happily as you play with his hair. “i can’t imagine that..” he mumbles quietly. he was, unfortunately, a first hand witness of gojo’s love for you.

the white haired male that was comfortably nestled in your lap looks up at you, “ah! she tried so hard to resist my charms, but this handsome face won in the end!” his loud boast leads you to cover his mouth with the palm of your hand.

“that couldn’t be farther from the truth,” you press your palm harder against his mouth, determined to silence his protests. 

nanami easily ignores his senior’s muffled whines while itadori looks at his sensei in pity. marriage must be tough, he thinks.

you only lift your hand off of his mouth with a shriek when satoru decides to lick your palm. he smirks proudly at himself causing the other two males in the room to grimace at the strange display of affection. 

“darling, you hated me?” his eyes blink up at you innocently, blue eyes on full display. you purse your lips together, resisting whatever game he was playing at. from the moment you stepped into the lounge with him, he insisted on taking his blindfold off. he argues that he has to see you with his own eyes or he’ll die. you argue that he’s dramatic. nonetheless, satoru was cute so you’ll let him get away with it. 

“hate is a strong word– i just didn’t like you very much. we got off on the wrong foot, might i remind you.” 

2005 — year one at tokyo jujutsu tech

meet at 1 chome-1-1 dogenzaka, shibuya city, tokyo

that was written in the letter addressed to you from yaga. the bustling streets of tokyo, filled with the cacophony of hundreds of conversations and the rush of oncoming traffic, were a stark contrast to the serene country life you had enjoyed. 

the sheer mass of people in the street made it nearly impossible for you to spot your teacher and future classmates, but the heavens above must be on your side because you spot a dark uniform in the corner of your eye, similar to the one you’re wearing.

a jujutsu tech uniform! without wasting a second, you weave your way through the crowd to the tall figure. upon closer inspection, you find that it was a boy with snow hair, a juxtaposition to the dark fabric of his uniform.

“excuse me, but are you by any chance from–” you tap on the abnormally tall frame from behind.

“not interested.” he doesn’t spare you a glance before walking away. it takes you a minute to process what had just happened. did he just–? that must have been a figment of your imagination. you feel as though you were shell shocked.

another voice joins the conversation, “oh, gojo, you found her.” it was another guy with a uniform just like the white haired boy and yours. he has notable bangs, you think. 

“did i? she must be a real weakling. i couldn’t even sense her cursed energy,” gojo now turns back to look at you.

a surge of irritation courses through you, your grip on your skirt tightening. this guy must be some spoiled brat that came from a special lineage. you shoot him a sharp glare from the corner of your eyes, only to find out that he too had a sharp gaze on you.

a low whistle comes out of his mouth. 

 “oh,” there is a noticeable change in the tone of his voice. from your peripheral vision, you notice him take off his round sunglasses. “hey.”  you want to laugh.

out of pure pettiness, you recycle his previous comment, “not interested.”

thankfully, another student arrived, this time it was a girl with short brown hair. she waved at you politely, to which you happily smiled. it was nice to know that there were some people left in this world with manners.

soon after her arrival, yaga comes.

“hello, i’m [last name] [first name] from kyoto. please take care of me!” you bow before everyone but gojo or whatever his name is. you come to find out that mr. bangs is actually geto and the pretty girl is ieiri.

“you didn’t tell me she was hot,” gojo not-so-quietly whispers to geto. the hand over his mouth is in vain because you can still hear him clearly. both ieiri and geto make a distasteful face. 

you look around confused. it’s not everyday you receive such a brash compliment, “...thank you?” 

there’s a slightly horrified look on gojo’s face when he realizes that you had heard him, but he recovers quickly, replacing it with a cheshire grin.

“say, have you been to shinjuku? i’m sure a country bumpkin like you wouldn’t know, so allow me to–” 

there’s only so much patience in your body. with a deep breath and your best passive aggressive smile, you utter, “no thanks.” 

he blinks. once. twice. you assume he is not used to rejection with the way he has yet to process it. 

a soft chuckle leaves his mouth, “playing hard to get, i see. i like a challenge.”

“that’s not really the case.”

“one date,” he announces with a playful smirk, raising a single finger in emphasis.

you’re on the verge of shaking your head in rejection, but before you can, yaga intervenes, swiftly and unceremoniously slapping the back of gojo’s head.

“kids these days,” he mutters under his breath while gojo rubs the wound painfully. you snicker.

gojo straightens up when the sound of your laughs reaches his ears. his eyes track the sound waves back to your face, only to be disappointed when he sees that your attention is on geto. 

unlike gojo, geto was trying to salvage what was left of a good first impression. the black haired male smiles awkwardly, leading you away from his strange friend, “so you’re from kyoto? why didn’t you attend the jujutsu tech there?”

from behind you, there’s an incredulous, “eh? and lose a beauty like that to the kyoto guys?” 

you’re nearly certain that a blood vessel is about to pop. but you swallow your frustration, choosing to answer the only sensible boy you’ve met today.

“i’m trying to avoid clan matters, so kyoto is the last place i want to be,” you explain to geto who nods understandingly. 

what you don’t see is the sneaky wink he sends back at a fuming satoru.

2018 — present day

your recollection must not have been accurate, because your husband is sulking by the end of your story. 

“hmph. that’s not how i remember it.” he crosses his arm with a huff.

“how do you remember it? do tell.” you look down at him. there’s a cheeky glint in his eyes, like you’ve just walked into his trap.

there’s a cheeky glint in his eyes, like you’ve just walked into his trap. “i remembered cherry blossoms falling and more hearts floating around,”

you smack his shoulder.

“be serious!”

he waves his hand in the air to stop your playful attacks, “fine, fine!” 

you know that he’s secretly enjoying the attention.

“well, i’m quite the looker so it was common for girls to constantly gush over me y’know?” he grins. you did not find that amusing, retracting your hands from his hair. he immediately grabs your hand and places it back on his head.

“let me finish!”

you resume your handiwork on his head reluctantly. “go on.”

there’s a content smile on his face, “i thought you were just trying to hit on me! it was only after i took a good look at you, i realized that you were totally hot.”

“i can’t believe i married you.” you roll your eyes, but there is no malice behind the action.

“hah–” his mouth is wide open. “i’m a total catch, ya’ know?!” 

“mhm, yeah. you are a catch toru,” you coo while pinching his cheek and he blushed furiously. 

the two of you are too engrossed with each other to notice the horrified look that has settled on nanami’s face. one peaceful afternoon, he thinks. one peaceful afternoon is all he asks for.

extra notes- 

yuji respects gojo as his teacher, but he still can’t believe that gojo was able to pull you.

there have been multiple occasions where you had forgotten to give satoru a goodmorning kiss, each time he finds you and forces you to actually give him a dozen to compensate. it doesn’t matter if he was on a mission or teaching (he’s annoying like that).

gojo’s the pride of the gojo clan so he was spoiled rotten, hence the reason why he was so sure you were into him.

this is only the start, as your high school years go by, he only falls harder.