#just hilarious happenstance

[juniperhillpatient]

I understand that second hand embarrassment as comedy isn’t for everyone & I see a lot of hot takes about how people can’t stand it but my hot take is that nothing is funnier than sitting there wishing with all your heart to wrench a character out of a situation because the embarrassment is too much

[draconicslime]

love when people misinterpret wording because they want something to be pissed about and act condescending when arguing against it. “babes” “bestie” “bud” etc. with a supposedly contradicting argument but they’re just not using any reading comprehension. i literally agree with what you just said. amazing

[bigfatbreak]

Marinette “so done with all of this” Dupain-Cheng! The timing of that point and the precise direction it ended up pointing was an incredible stroke of Luck! (Did Tikki have anything to do with that? Like consciously or just by her nature? Or was it just natural luck?)

its A luck, but its hard to say whether that's good or bad luck or just happenstance.

on one hand: lila walks in while marinette is pointing towards hypothetical trash = hilarious on the other hand: lila is at the very fucking hall no one wanted her at and now she's going to discover Felix's personal hobby when she herself takes great issue with their non-gender conforming ways

[b0red-b1rds]

Okay but idea for SAGAU for something silly that just happened

so i was like playing with my sister right??? And she's like 4 and i thought genshin was like mostly PG so i decided to play with her because my mom always ask me to spend more time with her so we can bond and be more united, and i love my mom so i said yeah sure and i just finished the liyue Archon quest yesterday so i was doing that an involuntary sacrifice quest thing no? So we just go into the domain all happy go lucky when KABOOM the upside down venti statue and the dead treasure hoarder, i audibly gasp and my sibling runs away crying and now me and my mum are laughing while she combs my hair, so i thought it would be funny if this was a sagau scenario and you're the first sagau writing blog i scrolled by so i wanted to know ur take on it XOXO

Anon this is absolutely hilarious but I feel so bad for your sibling-

Hilarious happenstance aside, this kind of thing would be rather interesting for SAGAU! Depending on whether or not this is a regular SAGAU with an adult Creator, or if we take my Godling AU and use that, it could give some pretty interesting results.

With a fully grown - or even just a teenaged - Creator, the emotional impact would be jarring and disturbing, but they would have the maturity and knowledge necessary to help with the situation. BUT, if we want to go the heartbreaking route...

Imagine, if you will, a little Godling Creator, eagerly following along behind the Traveler and Paimon. Still very young, baby fat still rounding out their cheeks, but still so excited to finally adventure with one of their favorite people. They hold onto the Traveler's hand the whole time at their insistence. While the Traveler has a bad feeling about all of this, they can't exactly say "no" to the Creator Incarnate...

They regret bringing such a little kid with them. The terror in their wide eyes as they stare at the defiled statue is a look that will haunt the star-traveling being for the rest of their life. And, oh, how their sweet little voice shakes as they cling to their guardian, innocent eyes filling with tears as they mumble,

"What wrong with that 'batos...?"

The Traveler is quick to scoop the baby god into their arms, hurrying away from the statue and the corpse knelt before it. They duck and weave through the bubble traps, doing their best to console the godling all the while.

Things only go from bad to worse after that...

[scara-meow-che]

𝗡𝗢𝗪 𝗟𝗜𝗩𝗘 ┃ phantom longing with childe

CW. NSFW (MDNI), afab! reader, ANGST!!!, brief mentions of having underaged sex, name calling (princess, good girl), vaginal fingering, unprotected sex (WRAP IT), marking, porn with bits of plot, a bit OOC childe, infidelity

AN. this fic used to be an old kuroo prompt of mine but childe fits this idea so much, i just can't let this go to waste. anyway, enjoy this word vomit of mine :D also i'm sorry for those who found the "kuroo" errors in this bcs i legit worked on this prompt around 2AM (　；∀；)

you keep on longing for the ghost of the past—from the rotten body of a relationship.

it was on the third tick of the minute, on the fifth desperate attempt to distract yourself from the man who sits in front of you.

time had no mercy in gracing him with features deprived of stress brought upon a successful man's life. his toned arms were a delightful sight as they flexed under a red button-up rolled up on its sleeves, a habit of his that you knew like the back of your hand. the boyish ginger hair you grew to love now framed his face with its curly long ends and he is, as crazy as it seems, still godly than ever.

nothing has changed about him, even your feelings.

"f/n-chan! aren't you at least excited to see older brother?" teucer had enthusiastically nudged at your distracted form, pulling at your arms, beaming brightly as if to blind you with that smile. teucer and the rest of childe's family never had a clue how much the lil' partners-in-crime grew something more behind closed doors, especially after the years that had passed.

"yeah, aren't you glad to see me?" childe jests, eyes carefully scanning a subtle hint of vulnerability to ever dance in your features. but, even after a few seconds of admiring your cherubim beauty, he failed to grasp any information to know how he should act around you.

"f/n, i always thought you and childe are closer than tonya here," his mom added, nodding at childe who seems engaged in fishing out what was swimming inside your pretty mind. "you two often eat out at night. ah, i remember your father fuming at the poor boy!"

and they all laugh but your heart continues to ache for the visible longing only childe knew you were feeling at the moment. he noticed, of course, he is as perceptive as he can be. but what he made out of is not the melancholic pain strung upon this happenstance because he knew the attraction left lurking in your hearts.

oh, how funny it would be if they knew that the boy who took your virginity is right in front of them. well, there's no point in telling how the comforts of your room that day were painted with your salacious moans and childe's deep grunts. the blazing passion offered, love that used to enrapture whatever force binds you with one another—sadly, everything was of the past.

how hilarious it would've been if they knew how dirty you felt because a part of you still misses his body snuggly attached to the warmest parts of yours. every time your eyes would accidentally stop to stare at his, your soul is pulled toward him. it's as if you were falling over and over again.

oh, how ironic it would be that you wanted childe far away from you but at the same time, you want him to ravish you in a way you'd be left satisfied.

just like before.

he was perfect, too perfect for your liking. once you've tasted this perfection, the polished palate of desire can no longer forget how it felt pleasurable on your mouth that it left you thirsting for more.

you shouldn't be too attached but here you are, helplessly smitten just to feel him touch you once more—to kiss you, to praise you for being his good girl, anything that he used to do before. pictures, posts, and messages, it was as if you'd been deprived of every need, starved of anything about his whereabouts that you shamelessly devoured what you possibly could get from him.

despite him being the one who ended everything, you never had the guts to hate each fiber of his body. broken promises of yesterday had crumbled down with the future you longed for. the innocence of love is a double-edged sword that you have used against yourself. and now, you continue to bleed your emotions for the man who left you dying.

food had already gone cold and bitter on your tongue that used to glaze on honey-smooth skin belonging to this celestial god who had wrapped his presence on your heart.

bitter, yes, bitter. the sharp yet addicting bite of the love harbored for him still lingers in you. maybe it was because he's your first love that still occupies the majority of your own silly heart? Everything involving his being was complete bliss—a plethora of happiness you can only feel from him.

a credulous admiration can only go far if not for the risk one can take but you choose to let go of all of your morals and logic, blissfully dancing through the danger of his song.

the first kiss shared on the first peak of daylight; the first night he laid his hand on yours as a freckle of winter snow fell from the heavens; the first dreadful goodbye whispered alongside the strong waves ebbing on the harbor; he is the first of all firsts there is and how wrong were you to give him everything.

time may have passed together with all these fleeting memories but your feelings fluttered still.

the dining hall felt suffocating, the bubbling chemistry of both longing and denial clashed when your eyes stared at his alluring blue orbs. you wanted to throw up. your head was spinning so badly. you never wanted to be stuck in this dilemma. your insides twist and turn as they continue to spit your name together with his.

tonya somehow noticed how quiet you'd been for the past hour and gave you a soft squeeze on the shoulder. the small gesture had helped you snap out of the flummoxing reverie because of an orange-haired man. and it's yet another battle to avoid his overwhelming presence.

it felt long eating with them and to make matters worse in your favor, they opted to spend the remaining hour catching up on everyone's plans for the future with a cup of hot cocoa.

as the hand of the clock strikes 7, you can hear their voices gleefully bickering and leaving a melodious chatter across the hall you settled in. the vigorous movements etched on each body around you felt slow while you washed the dishes.

"can i help?"

towering behind you, a fresh scent laced with a musky undertone of his cologne coiled itself on your quivering frame. the territorial instinct he had on your submissive body left you breathless when he lay a gentle hand on your shoulder slowly moving down to your waist.

if not for the logic gradually fogged by this attraction, you would've already succumbed to his hand and let him take you right then and there. but you stood firm, not giving him a chance to slip for him to devour the flickering courage you have left in you.

it would take him more than that but the heart wants what it wants.

"as the man of the night, he should be reserved to mingle around his family and shouldn't even be here to help." your ears picked up how soft your voice was. it always was, for him. you always have a soft spot for him.

"oh? then as the special man of the night, i won't allow my guest to even do the dishes, let alone someone as important as you to the family." were you, really?

childe took his sweet time in dominating your senses, his hand moved across your lower back up to the side of your hips. his other hand also went in to dip into the curve of your chest down to your stomach. you felt him close in the distance, your back firmly pressed against his built torso.

"p-please."

you didn't know whether that was a plea for him to leave you alone or not but when he took a good whiff of air, letting a guttural groan when you buckled close to him—a stutter amidst the calm shook all the grounds you stood and it was when you lay all your cards for him to see.

childe lowered his tall frame to look over your shoulder. the view was of an innocent gesture but hides the intent of making you yield to whatever his mind was thinking. it was unfair, it was cruelly unfair how he can control you to such extent.

"use your words f/n. i taught you better than that."

he traced delicate and sensual lines on your burning skin. you choked on your breath when you saw him smiling at you, seeing how roses flushed vivaciously on your cheeks to his advances.

"use your big girl words. come on."

oh, how did your body laid enervative under his mercy?

childe was selfish, you know he can never let you go. you were practically made for him and yet he was gluttonous just to have you putty in his hands again. just like when you two were just 16, right before he left to continue his work throughout different regions across teyvat, miles, and miles away apart from the icy land of the tsaritsa, away from you.

he wasn't the ajax who you fell in love with. you can see the little details of the canvas of his soul, colors you knew that weren't yours dominated each hue you have left behind. the art which you two have made as a masterpiece was left tarnished by another one. this man behind your back, savoring miles of skin his eyes can roam to, isn't the one who used to satiate the void you felt by warming you in your bed.

the man you fell in love with is a ghost settling in this body that you crave for.

you hated yourself, more than anything there is. you were hungry, deprived of this euphoric feeling of the past, touch-starved, guilty for wanting him to be there for you even if you no longer have the right to be claimed as his.

as everyone grew tired, retreating to their rooms, why? why did you hold him back from going to his room? why did you lead him back to your chamber? why did you let him in? why did you have the heart to let him in?

to whatever gods are out there must be looking down in at you in disappointment, but you don't care. childe had trapped your body between the door that was quietly shut close. the doorknob had hit your back but you didn't care, not when he finally molds his lips on yours; not when he firmly grips your jawline as he dips his tongue to your mouth, catching up on the years he wasn't able to be with you.

the passion in every motion, the discord in every emotion—it was there. the ghost of the man you loved was still there. and this is when you'll take advantage of it, this was the only chance you can hope on and maybe, the empty promises wouldn't be left in vain.

feather-like touches littered on your skin as childe's nimble hands raised the shirt that suddenly felt too suffocating for you. you were distracted, too drunk to think of anything else while he moves in a leg right between your thighs.

next to his actions was to skim right above the skirt you regretted wearing for this night. it was too short, you noted, enough to titillate the attention you wished from him. each pad of his fingers felt addicting like everything happening right now was like the way before. like nothing had happened; like nothing had ended; like nothing had ever torn you two apart.

you saw him smirking when he felt the soft material hanging on your hips and he slid them off with ease. his eyes were focused on you when he let his body slide down along with your underwear. and he left it there, pooled on your legs as he moved back up to tease you, to make everything in you want him.

as if you didn't already.

the crippling embarrassment had invaded your mind when childe slid in his fingers to the soft skin between your thighs, looking straight into the gates of your soul. rich and smooth blue orbs were glinting in lust, never in the idea of love. and that's when he dips in and searches through the sensitive bud of skin protruding in arousal.

"you always look pretty when you want me." childe devilishly grins as the visage of you, eyes closed and left amenable, was exactly as he remembers it before.

you bit down on your lower lip, eyes closing at the immense pleasure sent by his skilled digits finally going in and out of your leaking hole. the rushed movements, ragged breathing, and vehement waves of his deep voice resonating deeply to strum painful chords on your heartstrings—god knows you missed this but you knew how wrong this was.

this was wrong, he shouldn't do this.

the frilly lace that barely covered your dripping cunt laid idly on the floor, your legs trembled when he particularly hit one spot inside. you strained down the moan bound to escape your lips while he left salacious kisses on your exposed neck.

"childe, please, more." you don't want him to stop, it was too addicting. he knew where to exactly touch you, he always fucking knew everything there is to know about you.

you can feel yourself drip down on your thighs and covering his hands with your juices. you gripped down on his lean arms to stop how fast he was thrusting in and out of you but he was enraptured to see your cunt enjoying the attention, he can't help but fuck you more.

"see? you're taking me so good, princess. you're so good at taking me. you always do." you looked down and you saw him going up to the hilt, reaching places none have managed to. you love this, you hate this. you want him to stop but you also want him to continue. why were you so conflicted when it's wrong, this is clearly wrong, the ring says it's wrong.

but no, you wanted him. years, you have longed to feel this affection for years and finally, he's in your arms. how can you let go of him?

"you're drooling badly, is this all for me? did you miss me so much?" like the empyrean life who kissed the earth with color, childe blessed your skin with blue and purple clouds. the vainglorious spirit of this towering male screams on the name he had marked on your body.

that you were always his. that you always belong to him. that no matter how much you try, in the sea full of strangers, it's always him who you look for.

but no, no, no.

it wasn't soon when he perfectly scraped the side to look for the spot that makes you mewled and moaned lasciviously on his arms. the velvety texture of your walls lovingly squeezed on his fingers; you shake in delight, quivered in happiness, trembled along with the submission to love, and shuddered in the intimate warmth he has as your home.

you can never call him home. you shouldn't call this home.

unabated thrust and rut of his slender but thick fingers fill you up, the honey you produce pours out from your lips as it flows in the harmony of your whimpers. the slick and squelching sound your cunt produces was filthy, you felt filthy but anything for him.

bleary-eyed, hands grasping whatever surface it can hold unto, legs twitching when you feel the tight coil in your core about to snap in two, you are near the peak of heaven made by childe himself. this was heaven, yes, it was always like dreaming on cloud nine with him.

he's just a ghost of the past.

you didn't listen to the whispers buzzing in your mind because all you can focus on is the way he deliciously hit on that one spongy spot that was to die for. your eyes beamed in tears, making childe glow in pride.

he's not the ajax that you knew from before.

"you look beautiful when you cum, princess. you're creaming with just my finger then what more to my cock?" he was selfish, insidiously selfish.

but why didn't you stop him when he removes each article of clothing separating his skin from yours?

why didn't you stop him from kissing you with such fervor and longing?

why didn't you stop him from connecting himself to you?

"please, please, please, make me cum." you whispered, head moving up to get him back in kissing you. your hands were held above your head, his grip was so tight you never want it to let go of you.

"yes, princess. just stay still and fuck," and you tightened around him, his expression right above you showed how it always has been. how it should've been but what was your reason for letting him do this?

it was love, a disillusioned love that kept holding back for the ghost of the past.

"let me hold you, please." you begged but what exactly did you beg for? was it to hold him to be yours again or just this physical chemistry happening between you two?

but childe understood it as the latter, letting go of your wrist and encasing your hands inside his. one was on your side and the other was what he kissed adoringly. and then you saw it, a small piece of gold tying him down. a beautiful, gold ring.

where's the other half of the ring?

"fuck, f/n. i love you, i have always loved you." and you cried, seeing the painful expression to cross his features while climaxing inside of you, the tears coming from childe that fell on your cheeks.

the last kiss he gave on your hand and on your lips. the shaking body clutching tightly on your defeated form. the sobs escaping from his lips as you pulled yourself away. you felt empty.

of course, a ghost can never fill you in.

⠀⠀scara-meow-che © 2023 ┃ do not copy, modify, or repost ANY of my content

[nova--spark]

I have no idea which AU this would qualify for but a funny idea

Fowler used to cuss like a sailor before he met Team Prime. But when Fowler first met Team Prime they kept treating him like a sparkling due to his small size and how young he was compared to them. So they kept lecturing him to watch his language. So instead of arguing with them he uses alternative words like Fudge or darn. It sounds ridiculous but it’s better than being lectured again

I’d say it helped for when they took in the kids but Miko has a worse potty mouth than all of them combined and the bots eventually gave up trying to correct her

This just feels like normal canon , and HONESTLY

EXPLAINS HIS RANDOM AND ADMITTEDLY HILARIOUS EXPRESSIONS HE USED AS ALTERNATIVE CURSING.

He found it hilarious when Miko got away with it when she cursed in Japanese, Rafael [rarely] in spanish, etc.

It was a hilarious happenstance and eventually, especially as situations were tougher and kids got older, the team stopped the language war with Fowler.

[leo-interactive-fiction]

since its the occasion, ROs reaction to being under a mistletoe with mc by accident?

Haha let's see..

E: As if by some set of miraculous happenstance, you find yourself for the fifth time caught underneath the hanging ornament with E, their shock just as apparent as the flustered red in their cheeks, "I-I swear it's not me! How does this keep happening? Do you think it's...er, nothing!" They retreat as quickly as they can, releasing what you can only describe as an inhuman squeal from underneath their breath.

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R: They catch you by surprise as you both attempt to enter the doorway. As you pantomime your offer to let them through, they chuckle and gesture to the mistletoe hanging over the doorway, "Unfortunately, tradition will see us at an impasse. Unless you're one to disregard such a time-honored tradition? That would be a crime to my heart."

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L: They glance up curiously as a leaf brushes the top of their head, taking in the sight of the mistletoe. They perk up in recognition, "Ah, I've heard of this! It was a common tradition in the pre-collapse Era. Did you know they considered it a poignant rule that you had to exchange, um... some kind of intimacy when underneath one? I wonder what instigated such a thing?" They explicate theories to you, unbeknownst that they themselves have caught themselves underneath the mistletoe themselves.

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V: They glance up at the mistletoe you hold over the two of you, taking in the unbending rules of the tradition as you explained them. "I have to kiss you?"

"That's the rule," you insist once more as V takes the fig and inspects it. After a long pause, they give it back. "Alright. Close your eyes."

You do as they say, and a moment later you feel something warm and metallic press against your lips. Opening your eyes, you find V staring at their gun with a shallow smile, "Remember the feeling. Silvy is the most important part of me."

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P's furrowed brow only deepens as you end up blocking the doorway where the mistletoe hangs. You chastise them as they try to slip past, "Hey now, that's no way to honor tradition!"

"Fine, lets both honor it," P kisses one of their knuckles and winds up for a swing, fire flickering in their eyes, "You ready to kiss the dirt, dumbass?"

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M: A finger catches your collar, gently pulling you back through the doorway you walked through and into the immediate domain of M. Their angelic smile belies the desire that drips from their voice. "You missed...a mistletoe...silly..."

"A-Ah, I didn't think there was one..." you stutter embarrassingly, attempting to get another look at the doorframe before M stops you with a playful chastisement.

Ah-ah...No...peeking..." They murmur before closing the distance, claiming your lips.

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Ra: At first you thought it a series of coincidences, but it began to feel like a targeted assault after the 15th instance of a mistletoe mysteriously appearing above you, followed by Ravens ravenous pounce onto you. You've now locked yourself in one of the academy's bathroom stalls. You scoured the facility thoroughly. There's no signs of mistletoes. You're absolutely sure. You're safe here. At least, you thought you were, until you spot a hand slowly creep over the stall wall, the dreaded fig hanging from its thin fingers.

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S: You bump into S just outside the dorm, though your apology ends up catching in your throat as you spot the mistletoe hanging above the two of you. S spot it as well, then looking back to you. You can't help but be conscious of the heat growing over your face as a silence passes between the two of you.

S clears their throat for a moment attempting to find the right words to say, "Hey, so, ya know..."

"Y-Yeah?!" You direct them to continue, if maybe a bit too forcefully.

They scratch the back of their head awkwardly, "Ya got any idea who keeps puttin' nuts on all the doors? I thought it was hilarious at first, but they're damn near everywhere. Is this what that shitty Corp means by aggressive marketing?"

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F: "A kiss. Is that what you're expecting?" F questions you as you stand your ground against their critical gaze.

"That's the tradition, isn't it?"

"And here I believed you ignorant of cultural considerations. Though perhaps you forgot the small detail that such a tradition has not been mainstay for several centuries. Nevertheless, I'll applaud what effort it took for you to do some research." F kisses their fingers and presses them against your forehead, tapping it lightly, "Consider this an investment. Make yourself of use, and you may be worth a real kiss, hm?"

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Thank you for the ask! I hope ya enjoyed, even though the holidays have passed haha

[neonscandal]

Hello...just want to say, so happy !! Finally my best friend who is anti-shipping in shounen (and love to make fun of me because I have ships in every shounen that I watched/read), said that he can't find any het explanation for Gojo/Geto and Bakugou/Midoriya relationships...

Especially when I showed him your posts (that is based in canon and so true). Thanks for sharing your wonderful posts....

What do you think about JJK s2 op1 and ed1? I can't believe when I reas that the op is about geto from gojo's perspective (so romantic)....

OH ANON. HAVE I GOT SOME BRAINROT FOR YOUUUU. I've also noticed some of my older Satosugu posts are attracting attention and subsequently feel like I need to just list out all the most tragic things about them that I hold dear in a separate post because you've basically prodded a festering wound within me.

Re: Your last ask (maybe the same person?), I really only tried to focus on stuff that's already been animated because I try to avoid spoiling the fun for everyone. 🥹✨

It's hilarious that Gojo/Geto and Bakugou/Midoriya are the two relationships that stick out specifically considering their creators intently make them complements of one another.

Gege Akutami cited specifically that Gojo and Geto were designed to be a duo in an interview with Mandou Koboyashi (shout out to twitter user @/soukatsu_ or @soukatsu here as the real MVP for translating and adding further context for other fans). Fans seem to recognize their yin and yang design everywhere. There are countless salt and pepper shaker videos set to Ricky Montgomery's "Mr. Loverman" on tiktok, I'm positive. This is despite being marked by their dissonance.

Kohei Horokoshi has Bakugou and Midoriya recognized as two halves of the same whole by other characters in the story, most remarkably All Might who in many ways carves the deepest chasm(s) between them. The wax and wane of their unique development as individuals being integrally related is also something to note.

But this isn't unique to these two stories. I haven't even watched Naruto but know that Naruto and Sasuke serve as the sun and the moon to one another (literally within the story, their seals and by design/disposition) and I'm sure we could find this in other shows I haven't hyperfixated on haha

There's probably nothing new I can add to the MLM shipping discourse in shonen/seinen genres that hasn't been said, especially when it's been so eloquently broken down by IG user @/ariavelz. I also think there's a fair amount of queerbaiting in mainstream media and anime alike. Five seasons of Free! comes to mind...

Now the MUSIC!? In JJK? Bestie.

S1 already had me gagged with this brain worm. But, the fact that the song playing during Yuta and Rika's final moment in the fight vs. Geto and subsequently during the final moments Gojo and Geto share in that alley in JJK 0 was called "This is Pure Love"??? That's when I knew there were some Satosugu's on staff at Mappa. I don't think we need to dig into the parallels of how Yuta's fondness for Rika being the catalyst for her becoming a curse was the same way Gojo's fondness subsequently led to Geto's "comeback". Gojo, based on his experience at the time, said "love is the most twisted curse of them all" and time showed him just how twisted it really could be in season 2.

NOW THE OP!? It's just so lonely. Their cursed techniques being at odds with one another is so tragic, in a sense, and ultimately creates this divergence from one another. Geto, a genius of diligence, nobly consumes and sullies himself with the curses he has to imbibe like a martyr. Gojo, a genius of happenstance, is pristine. Born into privilege and untouched by the need to work hard or literally touch curses which Geto later grows to resent.

Meanwhile, Gojo's largely a product of isolation as imposed by his status and cursed technique and "Ao no Sumika" or "Where Our Blue Is" by Tatsuya Akitani waxes on about how, despite his best efforts, he could never reach Geto. The irony. As the story continues, we do, in fact, see that Gojo's never changed in the canonically affectionate way he regarded Geto. I think about this dissonance a lot. Literally, how did your Six Eyes miss that?

We could have shared everything. // Little by little since that day, // The curse of me being different from you grew thicker. The sorrow behind your smile, // All the way, I’ve regretted missing it. // To you, who bloomed and fell away as a fruitless flower, // Farewell. Our blue still lives, // Our blue is still clear. // No prayer or word could ever reach you, // No matter how close they could get to you. // In such a color as if it were a silent love, // Or as if it were a summer rolling down a cheek. // I’ve got a curse word for you stuck in the back of my throat. It is the unvoiced voice that says, // “We’ll see each other again, won’t we?” // Like star grains in an infinitely expanding galaxy, // Spilling through the gaps between my fingers

Now, I initially assumed the EP was from Gojo's perspective because Geto only seemed to smile in his presence (who's blushing face are we trying to see, afterall?). However, it is said to be from Geto's perspective and that, too, makes sense. Two viewpoints acting as bookends of the history between them.

I think what's sad about it is the way in which Gojo's POV is centered wholly on Geto, regardless of who or what he became; whereas Geto's perspective is more broadly applied to Gojo in part but also his own turmoil and moral dilemma.

Part of why Geto is thrown into such chaos is because of his inherently principled existence and yet, he is still the moon to Gojo's sun (Naruto, what are you doing heree?). Where Gojo always held a place for Geto, I think Geto assumed that his radicalization and subsequent defection marked a departure from Gojo because he was never really one to exist in shades of grey. Even if his impetus for this new society was ultimately to protect Gojo (and others like him) in the only way he felt he could.

Before my goodwill crumbles away, // I should have told you everything. // In a life descending and dissolving into the night, // Fuzzy emotions, a flickering light. With nothing to search for, love sways. // Living while concealing, // Hence, the moon is dark, head in flight. // Today, unable to go anywhere. // Sleeping, sleeping towards a brand new morning, // Loneliness under crying Though I understand a wounded heart // Why do I end up hurting and leaving the same scars? // Labeling it as ego, grouping it all together, // The true essence of you and me, burning transparently. Longing for change, but the feelings stay the same, // Only the form crumbles away, // Holding onto the hand of hope, your ghost Realizing that something seemingly everywhere // Exists only here, // In the trivial silence of the night. // Only I, residing in memories, awaken It exists only here. // I want to touch you, // Even with trivial conversations. // Show me your blushing face once more...

Pardon me, anon, while I burst into flames after reflecting on all this. 🫠

Edit: just adding this visual for everyone because SAME. 🥹

[theriu]

Things I’ve Learned From My Canned Bread Post

Canned bread is not just from Spongebob but is in fact a beloved (or loathed) family staple that used to be more widespread and is now mostly known in New England, and possibly also Japan and probably several European countries, according to people in the notes.

New England is NOT a state, NOR does it refer to just Massachusetts or Boston, but is in fact a colonial term referring to SIX STATES: Connecticut, Maine, Massachusetts, New Hampshire, Rhode Island, and Vermont. I have lived in Ohio since I was 4 and never made this connection, but in my defense, my only regular exposure to the term is “New England Patriots,” which the Bengals in my family aren’t fans of and which I took for granted as being one of the several states with New stuck on them. (Lookin’ at you, York, Hampshire, Jersey, and Mexico.) So you see, non-US people, even we can’t keep our many states straight.

There was apparently a Great Molasses Flood in 1919! Which, despite sounding hilarious, was actually INCREDIBLY HORRIFYING, according to this very descriptive video, so please brace yourself before watching it. (He does share a lovely brown bread recipe, though!) As weird uncanny catastrophes go, it’s definitely up there with the (multiple) times Cleveland caught its actual river on fire.

The sheer coincidence that I happened to randomly obtain my first-ever canned bread and make this post almost on top of the Great Molasses Flood anniversary is MINDBOGGLING, you guys, because I promise it was not on purpose. I thought it was a funny happenstance that the guy linked in the last point ALSO made a post about canned/brown bread within a week of mine, but NO, he probably ACTUALLY KNEW THE DATE and PLANNED ACCORDINGLY, meanwhile I’m operating under sheer whimsical tumblr-longposting serendipity.

This may be the most new followers I have gotten within a week in YEARS, thank you all for coming and for your nice notes and comments ❤️❤️❤️ I don’t have a ton of longposts like the Canned Bread Journey, but if you’re here for more stuff I’ve written, I have a post of my favorites pinned on my tumblr homepage, soooo (shoos you that direction until she comes up with something else entertaining besides hundreds of reblogged memes)

[buckets-and-trees]

Steve and the Skyline

Title: Steve and the Skyline

Fandom: MCU

Pairing: eventual Steve x Reader

Word Count: 1280

Summary: With Steve you’re not certain where things are going, but you know you’re going to go somewhere at least literally on Saturdays, and you’re in no hurry. You willing to wait for once. Follow up to Steve and the Sandwich in THE BROOKLYN BOYS drabble collection.

Warnings: Slow burn

Additional Notes: Sorry it’s been more than a hot minute… Work swallowed me up the last six weeks, and this piece also… needed tweaking, even though it’s just stretching past a drabble.

An immediate grin splits across your face when you hear your phone’s text alert.

STEVE: Want to check out the Columbia Street Waterfront District Sculpture Garden?

At this point meeting up with Steve somewhere on Saturdays was part of your weekend routine.

After the first weekend at Defonte’s and then the Carrol Gardens Greenmarket the next day, the Saturday after he’d shot a message your way to meet up at the Robotic Church, leading to exploration of the Reanimation Library, and another visit to Defonte’s.

The next weekend you met him at the Brooklyn Art Library.

And last weekend you met for an afternoon exploring Vinegar Hill.

Was he Googling things to do in Brooklyn? Yes. Yes, he was. He told you he wanted to explore the place he’d always thought of as home again, and you were more than game to join him.

YOU: Yes! 10am?

10am is becoming your standard time.

STEVE: Meet you at the Bergen Street station. Wear good walking shoes and come hungry.

That you can do.

You put on your favorite sneakers, a pair of jeans, and a simple linen button-up shirt – cute but casual and cool enough for the beginning of the New York summer. Cute but casual because these meet ups have moments you think might be romantic, there are moments of flirting, but most of your time with Steve is just normal, but it’s always so nice you can’t complain.

Meeting by happenstance in a lunch line, playing at tourist in your hometown… you can’t ignore the fact that all of it was the kind of romantic comedy plotline you had wanted but never seriously hoped for.

But it’s also fine if it doesn’t fall the way of romance, and you’re not in any rush to define anything. You have embraced ambiguity, because answers mean…

Answers mean decisions, and you want to put that off as long as possible.

As you emerge from the subway, you see Steve waiting for you at the corner. In one hand he’s got one of the fancy boxes that holds two drinks from a café, and in the other hand is a bag you happily assume must have bakery treats. You grin as you approach.

“What’s this?”

“Your usual,” he says, carefully handing you one of the drinks.

You inspect the scribbled writing on the side of the cup, and it is indeed your favorite iced drink, right down to the proper kind of milk. “I’m impressed.”

Steve bows his head slightly, a smirk on his face. “I’ve been paying attention.” He pulls out his own drink and tosses the carrying case into a nearby garbage.

“And what’s in the bag?”

“Chocolate almond croissants from Mia’s Bakery.”

“Mmm,” you can’t help humming in appreciation. “You know the way to a girl’s heart, Rogers.”

He laughs. “If only I’d known how easy it was back when I was a scrawny kid kicking around these streets.”

“Did they even have bakeries back then? Or streets?” you tease.

“You’re hilarious.” He rolls his eyes, turns, and starts walking in the direction you assume the sculpture garden must be.

You laugh and take a few steps to catch up with him.

“I don’t have to share these croissants, you know,” he adds.

But, of course, he does share. He’s found another gem through his internet research. It’s a few blocks from the station to your destination. Earlier in these adventures you would have questioned if Steve knows where you’re going, but he’s proven a more than capable guide for these outings, so you simply walk right alongside him, and then suddenly you’re very unmistakably there.

It’s one man’s eccentric collection of sculptures. There’s no rhyme or reason, but there is color, two golden lions, a sphynx, and a few other pieces.

You turn your head to look at him, and he shrugs and looks back at you, what you can only describe as a bemused smile on his face. “Only in Brooklyn.”

You both laugh. “I don’t know if my life has been changed by this art today, but I like that we can say that we’ve been here,” you muse.

It’s only a few minutes’ worth of looking before you’re done, but as you leave, the two of you puzzle over where the man had found his first sculpture, which one it could have been, and how and why he decided to curate his collection in the Waterfront District.

You don’t ask where you’re going next. These days exploring Brooklyn with Steve simply unfold, and you like how they happen, you not having to worry about a thing. It’s not star-spangled-man-with-a-plan to the letter, but he’s always got options seemingly in his back pocket as these Saturdays play out. One thing you notice is how it seems almost like an indulgent ritual for Steve, seeking out these pieces of the borough he grew up in, some of them old, some of them new, some – like today’s sculpture garden – so eclectic there’s no reason they need to exist, and that’s almost the point.

He steers you to a casual restaurant where you sit and eat brunch, and then you end up wandering around an enormous amount of the Brooklyn Bridge Pier Park. What you’re getting to understand is that these days seem to be a part of a man reconnecting with a place he used to call home, that he lives in now, but is trying to truly build a life in again. He’s a man out of time, who’s already lived another lifetime avenging, running, recovering, and rebuilding after the Snap and the Blip and the Return.

“What?” he asks, brow furrowing.

You give him a small smile. “Nothing.” You plop a bite of ice cream into your mouth. Yes, you had brunch, but there’s always room for ice cream, and it was not a hard choice when you two had come across the ice cream cart walking through the park.

“It’s not nothing. Go on, be honest. You got quiet. What are you thinking about?”

“Well, it’s nothing…big. I was just thinking how strange and yet completely normal it is that you’re Captain America, and you’re Steve Rogers, but then there’s just Steve, when you’re like this, in a park eating ice cream and looking at the Manhattan skyline on a Saturday.”

“Hmm,” he ponders your response, dropping his gaze and then looking out over the East River. You two had planted yourselves in a small shady spot at the edge of the water, leaning against the railing that lines the edge of the waterfront pathway.  

“I like all three – I mean, I haven’t met Captain America, but he’s got a decent track record – but Steve is my favorite.” You bump his arm with your elbow. “I hope you know that.”

His eyes soften – not that they were hard before, but you have noticed that he’s not this Steve for everyone. “You don’t need to say that, but I might need to hear it. Who knew I’d meet a strange girl in the city who knew full well who I have to be to the world but somehow forgets that and let’s me just be me?”

The swelling in your chest, in your heart, makes you want to burst when he looks at you that intently, his blue eyes locking on yours, but you concentrate on trying to breathe evenly and keep cool.

He breaks eye contact, looking away across the water again.

All the easier to resume normal respiration.

“You let me be me, too,” you finally respond after another moment. “No pressure or expectations.”

“It’s easy.”

You smile. “It is.”

You can take easy for now.

[rozaceous]

I don't know what ships you like so I'm gonna go with Sladick, number 18 :)

18) "you look lost."

ohoho this is a new one for me but i have read a fic or two w them, so hopefully i get the dynamic right <3

The wisest course of action might be to ignore the presence of Deathstroke the Terminator when he isn't set on having your head specifically, but wisdom is a virtue that Dick had only subscribed to when there was a free, month-long trial, and that month passed long ago. What's more--he's fairly certain he's about to get one over on Slade, and that's the kind of opportunity that will always overpower wisdom. (And if he isn't about to get one over on him, he'll have a few answers on why Slade's in town, so same difference.)

The cafe isn't in his usual section of Bludhaven, but he'd had a dental cleaning this morning and had felt like indulging in the masochism of corrupting the minty-fresh sensation with espresso, and so here Dick is, cappuccino in hand and sliding into the second seat at one of those tables only barely big enough for a laptop. It puts his back to the rest of the cafe, but even if Slade is being exceptionally unobservant today and is busy trying not to sneer at his computer screen, the employees-only door a few feet over has a window with enough of a glare shining that Dick should see anyone coming.

"Come here often?"

Slade isn't plebeian enough to do anything like twitch or startle or look surprised. He doesn't even blink, just raises his eyes to meet Dick's like they're already mid-conversation.

"No."

"Just asking. You look lost."

A hilarious lie, but Dick would dearly love to know what brings Deathstroke into his city, and isn't afraid to make his thoughts on the matter known.

"Do I."

Dick takes a purposefully loud sip of his cappuccino. "You do."

"You should know better than to think that, Little Bird."

"And you should know better than to come to town without saying hi."

"Aren't we doing that now?"

Just like this asshole to imply that all of today's happenstance is intentional; the worst part is that it's not impossible. But what's more impossible: Slade engineering everything or Slade slipping?

Dick loves impossibility as much as he loves unwisdom. He stares across the tiny table at Slade and grins with his teeth showing.

[rayshippouuchiha]

Oh Void, I remember I read a fic that just had an offhanded comment of "Ichigos dad sounds a lot like a Shiba"(time travel identity shenanigans) and it just randomly sparked that if all Shiba are like Isshin, (which yeah they seem to be), then I think it'd be hilarious in an AU where the Shiba clan didn't fall/die out to the degree the did but instead were still plentiful and about- Ichigo would get to the Soul Society and just be vastly irritated that there's so many people who act like his dad! Are all old people so weird!? Meanwhile Rukia is at least 80% certain Kurosaki Isshin has something to do with the Shiba but she couldn't quite place how. And all of Ichigos friends who came with him to the Soul Society who've met Isshin are just going "...hmmm" suspiciously at every Shiba because once is a happenstance, twice is a coincidence but three dozen times is a clear cut pattern but to what?!?

Absolutely none of these teenagers ever come to the right conclusion. I love them. But all of them are so wonderfully smart but stupid. (Rukia gets closest with Byakuyas help by deciding the Kurosaki line are deviations of the Shiba line from back when the first head was alive- so a living Shiba line surviving through the ages as the Soul Shiba line thrives in the Soul Society)

the absolute chaos

[skitskatdacat63]

This is obscure history stuff but, I need to talk abt it so you must deal.

So I was reading about the first Habsburg emperor, Frederick III, and oh my god, it seriously read like a comedy. He had the longest rule of any Holy Roman Emperor, right? So im like wahhhhh he must be a pretty good ruler. And granted, he was pretty pragamatic, and would try and make treaties instead of starting conflicts. But the hilarious thing is that he basically succeeded by just outliving all of his adversaries. His strategy was basically "alright, let's see what happens." And it always just worked out for him????

Every single time I started thinking "uh oh this isn't going to work out for him," whoever was in his way would just die??? And not even in a way that involved him, literally just happenstance. First, he becomes the head of the family after two fortuitous deaths. Oh he's having a conflict over land in Austria? Boom his main opponent happens to get assassinated for a completely different reason, and Frederick III is there to reap the inheritance rewards. Oh, the kid he's the guardian of, who happens to be the heir to the Austrian throne, dies of illness? Well, don't worry, Frederick III is there to be the new heir. While trying to sort out the Bohemian throne, one of the potential candidates just uh dies midway through. Okay. Oh, Frederick III's brother is challenging his rule? Well, he just dies suddenly, leaving Frederick III's rule unchallenged, yay! Uh oh, the guy challenging him for the throne of Austria is actually winning rn??? Don't you worry because he just ends up dying suddenly halfway through.

I'm not saying he never made any good decisions or wasn't clever, but so many of his successes just panned out bcs all the people opposing him just died randomly 😭 Truly the most 15th Century narrative ever

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[bengiyo]

get to know me ask game

Thanks for tagging me @telomeke

RULES: bold the ones that are true & tag 10 people to do it.

APPEARANCE

blonde hair // I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // I have one or more piercings // I have at least one tattoo // I have dyed or highlighted my hair // I have gotten plastic surgery // I have or had braces // I sunburn easily // I have freckles // I paint my nails // I typically wear makeup // I don’t often smile // I am pleased with how I look // I prefer Nike to Adidas // I wear baseball hats backwards

Growing up the way I did gave me a few complexes about my appearance. It's something I'm still working through.

HOBBIES & TALENTS

I play a sport // I can play an instrument // I am artistic // I know more than one language // I have won a trophy in some sort of competition // I can cook or bake without a recipe // I know how to swim // I enjoy writing // I can do origami // I prefer movies to tv shows // I can execute a perfect somersault // I enjoy singing // I could survive in the wild on my own // I have read a new book series this year // I enjoy spending time with friends // I travel during work or school breaks // I can do a handstand

I played Academic Games for most of my academic career and finally won a first-place trophy in Propaganda in my final year at Nationals (Hilariously, one of the games I used to hate). I was also part of a pickup team that challenged the reigning champions in 3 of our 4 games. I can make a lot of our regular meals without having to refer to recipes much. I am actually a strong swimmer. As much as I love series, I find it's easier to share a movie with a friend, and I love my friends! It's why I got a huge sectional! So many of my friends don't live near me, so I travel a lot now.

RELATIONSHIP

I am in a relationship // I have been single for over a year // I have a crush // I have a best friend who I’ve known for ten years // my parents are together // I have dated my best friend // I am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // I have a long distance relationship // I am an only child // I give advice to my friends // I have made an online friend // I met up with someone I have met online

I realized I was ace-spectrum about a decade ago, and so I haven't really dated someone in a long time. I'm a slow starter, and haven't gelled with someone who was okay with that in a very long time. I've had many an old friend, though! I have lots of best friends of more than 10 years! My parents are still going strong at 36 years and are having the best time as retirees. I've dated a best friend; it didn't work. I give advice to friends, but it's usually because they ask. I am mostly made of online friends, and I even met some last week!

AESTHETICS

I have heard the ocean in a conch shell // I have watched the sun rise // I enjoy rainy days // I have slept under the stars // I meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // I enjoy the smell of the beach // I know what snow tastes like // I listen to music to fall asleep // I enjoy thunderstorms // I enjoy cloud watching // I have attended a bonfire // I pay close attention to colors // I find mystery in the ocean // I enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favorite season

So, I was a Boy Scout, so I have done a lot of these just by happenstance.

MISCELLANEOUS

I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // I am the mom friend // I live by a certain quote // I like the smell of sharpies // I am involved in extracurricular activities // I enjoy Mexican food // I can drive a stick shift // I believe in true love // I make up scenarios to fall asleep // I sing in the shower // I wish I lived in a video game // I have a canopy above my bed // I am multiracial // I am a redhead // I own at least 3 dogs

I'm an American in the South. If you can't sleep in a moving vehice you will suffer. I'm like the dad friend, in that I get asked for help with the most specific shit. I live by the quote: "Be brave enough to be kind." Who doesn't like Mexican food??

I think the whole squad has already been tagged, but tag me back if you do this!

[animehouse-moe]

My Special One, Volume 4: A Maiden's Heart

Everyone is weak to the high school girl feeling. That sense of rose tinted vision and a romance that could only exist as fanfiction, that's so wonderfully tantalizing and out of reach that all you can do is dream. I sit here, as a grown man, sympathizing with that high school girl syndrome over My Special One because it's so. damn. fun. It has it all, and everybody should be taking a shot at reading this series because of that experience that will leave you all giddy and excited. Let me explain.

So, a quick refresher on the story: Sahoko is a regular high school girl who, through various happenstances, is now dating the idol Kouta. They're well into their relationship, and that presents all sots of new experiences and challenges, which gives this volume so much heart.

First off, they never neglect Sahoko. She's the heart of the series, and she will always be herself, and I absolutely adore that. She can dress up and be super pretty for Kouta when she wants, but a lot of the time she remains her ever cute self that brings an incredible amount of energy to the story.

What I love more than that though is how they display Sahoko and Kouta's relationship. It's so bubbly and fizzy and happy that you almost feel like kicking your legs in excitement when they do something cute. And there's a whole lot of that in this volume. I mean, they're high school students and the author is perfectly aware of that. Their flirting can be awkward and embarrassing, but it exists all the same, and their interactions are just so perfectly immature and silly at the right moments. Coupling that with the larger and more foundational pieces to the core message of the characters in being who you want to be, it's just a great balance of incredibly fun and incredibly endearing that produces all sorts of wonderful moments.

Of course, that's also right alongside the incredible humor that's just so hilariously expressive and creative. Switching the art style up so drastically it's just great fun to me, and the excessiveness of things like having Kouta think he's kissing Sahoko in the dark when it's actually a junior idol he's taken under his wing is just outstanding humor.

And then there's the piece about the slow trickle of information that Sahoko and Kouta are leaving behind with their relationship. It feels incredibly natural, and is a great piece to throw into the mix of the story for some future drama and challenges for the pair to overcome.

It's just all... so refreshing. These aspects of a high school romance series are not new or novel in any capacity. I just think that their balance is what draws me in so much. It carries all the right amounts of each piece to create something very very fun and endearing, that doesn't neglect the more awkward, negative, or even high school aspects of its world and characters. It's the perfect thing to lift spirits up and to just enjoy reading a series. So really, I can't recommend it enough. And hell, I'd recommend the holy trinity of idol manga we've got going on in English in general: this, Tamon's B-Side, and The Yakuza's Bias.

[jodjuya]

Watching "Under The Dome" for the first time. It's pretty good.

Discovered it by happenstance when I was looking up what my library had by Brian K Vaughan, and so I got its DVDs from there.

Up to episode 6 of the 1st season and I burst out laughing at the notion that they're still respecting the concept of property rights in this scenario.

This post-apocalypse town lost its primary water supply, so they're like "oh no!"

But then they're like "but wait, there's a few old-timey wells around the place!"

But then they're like "oh no, the best one is under this guy's house, so it's his water, and we have to carefully negotiate with him to share it with the rest of us"

And that is just so fucking hilarious. As if this guy wouldn't be instantly gunned down on the spot for refusing to share the only potable water source for an entire town. 😂