#list of apps

[sanatomis]

cw. none except satoru being disgustingly cute (part 2)

satoru isn’t used to people calling him anything other than his surname. gojo-san to most, gojo-sensei to others. it’s simple, and gets the job done.

only a handful of people stick to calling him by his given name. to them, he’s satoru. it’s easy, and rolls of the tongue, and he greatly prefers it over the sound of his surname. it makes him feel like an actual person.

satoru never entertained the possibility of being called anything else other than those two names. he didn’t think it would ever happen.

for once, he was glad to be proven wrong.

“tough day, pretty?” you ask gently, and he sighs with a nod as he throws himself into your opened arms. his body moulds easily into yours, and he lets out a heavy groan as he settles onto the couch with you. the groan is loud, and over-exaggerated.

it’s so satoru.

you have to stifle a giggle.

“everything went horribly wrong,” he grumbles, his voice muffled against the fabric of your shirt. “the higher ups were up my ass again, my students laughed at me again, and when i finally made it to that bakery you liked they were out of your favourite pastries so i couldn’t get them for you—again!”

“oh, my poor baby,” you coo, and gently push his bangs out of his face. he nods in agreement, faking an immense amount of sympathy for himself. “‘s okay, at least you tried, hm? i think that’s very sweet.”

satoru hums, as if he’s deeply thinking about your words. “’m still your baby?” he mumbles, deciding that’s the most important thing right now. his eyes briefly flutter shut, consumed by utter bliss as you play with the hairs on his undercut.

“mhm, still my baby.”

“yeah? what else am i?”

this time you do giggle. he does this sometimes. you aren’t exactly sure why—but on tough days, satoru likes to crawl into your arms and listen to you call him every cheesy nickname under the sun. it’s easily providable and makes him so very happy, so you always indulge him.

“my honey bun.”

“and?”

“my boo bear.”

“mhm.”

“my sweetheart.”

“yes?”

you laugh softly. “my mochi,” you coo, and pinch his cheek. it’s a little squished because he’s laying on your chest, but it emphasises your point.

he grins under your touch. it’s adorable.

“keep them coming, please?” he asks, and you do. you always do, unable to refuse him. especially when he asks so sweetly.

“my sugar cookie.”

“my muffin.”

“my baby cakes.”

“my angel.”

“my love.”

“my husband.”

“h—huh?” satoru stammers, looking up from your chest. he lays his chin on your sternum, baby blue eyes blinking up at you. they’re filled with awe, surprise, and utter glee. “that’s, i’m not. . .”

“just testing the title, baby,” you tell him, and continue playing with his hair. he bathes in your touch and you smile softly as he grabs and kisses the palm of your hand. “what do you think, hm?”

“i think you should call me it again.”

“oh?”

“mhm,” he mumbles.

“my dearest husband.”

“again.”

“my handsome husband.”

“again.”

“my sweet husband.”

“again, please?”

you hum, impressed. “my well-mannered husband.”

satoru chuckles, and lays back down on your chest. his white hair tickles against your skin, and he sighs in content.

“i think i want to be your husband for real.”

“yeah?”

“yeah,” he mumbles and nuzzles further into your hold. “y’ve got the same ring size still, right?”

“i sure do,” you say, a content smile on your lips as you watch him slowly doze off to sleep.

“hm, good to know.”

for satoru, those nicknames make him feel as if he’s something even greater than a person—it makes him feel yours.

he’s not just gojo, the strongest. he’s not just satoru, the at-times somewhat immature adult with the sweet tooth of a child.

he’s yours. your baby. your honey bun. your boo bear. your mochi. your boyfriend. your love. and for satoru, there’s no greater thing in the world than that.

[abesetacringe]

Toby sketch plus faves trio and Sally buying groceries

[the-red-planet-mars]

please help

this is a breach of privacy

this is silencing teens who protest online

this is depriving teens of safe spaces

this is stupid

stop it

[tiffanyachings]

“Fiat lux! If you want to talk improbable, let’s talk about this”—a scrape of stone on stone—“being three thousand and some years older than this.” A heavy clunk.

“Inexplicable, Warden.”

“Certainly not. Like everything else in this ridiculous conglomeration of cooling gas, it’s perfectly explicable, I just need to explic-it.”

“Indubitable, Warden.”

“Stop that. I need you listening, not racking your brain for rare negatives. Either this entire building was scavenged from a garbage hopper, or I am being systematically lied to on a molecular level.”

“Maybe the building’s shy.”

“That is just tough shit for the building.”

[vonecent]

wouldn't it be so funny if jonny and alex kept name dropping tma characters at the end of tmagp episodes and then revealing them to be dead in the next episode over and over

[cyle]

my todo app (ticktick, highly recommend) knows exactly where my life is at

[buckleysloaf]

Bucktommy AU where Tommy’s never been a part of the 118

Bobby has to take a medical leave so the Fire Chief appoints an interim captain from outside of the firehouse.

Buck comes to work one morning thinking it’s gonna be Hen or Chim who will replace Bobby for a bit

But it’s neither of them.

It’s Captain Kinard

[somedudenamedruiz]

Honestly, just a list of my Ruptide headcannons.

This is mostly for myself but enjoy lol

Chip plays the fiddle. Jay plays the violin

Gillion was taught traditional art forms alongside his sword play and magic. (Bead work, a particular type of flower arrangement that i do not know what it's called, might add more.)

Gillion Tidestrider is bioluminescent and venomous. (Lionfish spines)

Chip and Gil both have pink-red lightning scars from Pelagus.

Gil has pink streaks in his hair, also from pelagus. Chip has orangish yellow ones.

Triton have their own language. Basically, it's a modernized Primordial. Their stripes light up as part of it. (Think wings of fire.)

Jay knows Primordial because of poetry. Ik Grizz said it as a joke, but it's funny to think she can read the equivalent of Beowulf. It's the type of nerd shit I love her for.

Order of height from tallest to shortest goes Jay, Chip, Gil. Gil will always be 5'1 to me. (6' smthn, 5'8, 5'1)

Gil has so absurdly much beadwork on his and the others clothes. So much free time on a ship, man.

Jay does leatherwork! Partially for practicality, because artificer. Partially because she just likes it.

Gillion Tidestrider has a secret chicken. It's a sea chicken. That's where he gets his special eggs. Thank my brother for this one. It looks something like this v

^Gil keeps giving feathers to Jay. She does not know where the hell he's getting them from.

The captains all have piercings later in the timeline. Jay has angel bites, Chip has spider bites, and Gil has shark bites. ;]

Jay's hair gets progressively more frizzy and big as time goes on because of salt water and humidity.

Chip has an incomplete cleft lip. A gold tooth, a chipped tooth, and extra canine teeth. Because unique features are fun.

Jay has full wing tattoos on her back instead of the little feather tattoo. Cause cool.

Gillion's armor is made from a combination of different types of shells with only a little bit of metal. Lighter, more accessible with very limited trade with oversea, and it doesn't rust.

A lot of Gil's clothes are made out of lotus silk. Traded from swampy areas. It doesn't wrinkle barely at all, is waterproof, and dries very fast. It is stupid expensive.

Chip has top-surgery scars. He got it done cheap and very questionably, but he got it done. Probably aren't symetrical.

Gil's tail is damaged after the stronghold in the black sea. Bro got peeled. Missing half of his main tail fin.

^ Jay made him a prosthetic one. It has their Jolly Rodger on it. (Think Toothless)

Triton have something like palm readings, where they read their stripes patterns!

Triton have retractable gums. Fish have spines, which hurts. So gums retract.

Triton also have claws. Shaped kinda like an eagle or a grizzle bear. Cause they both catch fish.

Triton have horizontal pupils. (Big peripheral vision) They can dialate really big.

Triton have thick ass hair. It's dense, and it doesn't absorb water. Probably diesnt tangle, either. Tend to have a couple of layers of color. (Gil's goes dark green, light green, white. Same with Edyn.)

^ Hairstyles are cut in said layers to show each of them

Chip started kind of opposed to touching Gil, because fish slime and spines. That got thrown out the wondow at some point, though.

Cuddle piles are a frequent thing with the captains now. Because it's sweet, and I said so.

Sometimes Gillion forgets that he can't breathe air through his gills. Habit, mostly. The turtleneck puts just a little bit of pressure on them, so he forgets less often.

Chip's habit of accidentally setting things on fire in his sleep were 100% early manifestations of his fire magic.

Chip learned the hard way that Triton spines shoot venom when pressure is applied.

All of the Captains have SOMETHING that glows in the dark on them by later in the timeline. Gil's fins, stripes, and eyes. Chip's tattoos. Jay's eye, and probably her wings tattoos.

Jay's yellow eye looks more like a hawk's than a human one.

Gillion absolutely does not understand any stigma there might be around being trans or genderqueer in any way. He is a fish. They kind of just do that. That's how a LOT of fish work.

They all have different levels of culinary skill. Jay grew up helping her mom in the tavern. She's a great cook. Chip fended for himself for the majority of his life. It might not be the best tasting, but it'll fill you up. Gillion is not allowed in the kitchen.

Chip has higher heels than Jay does. Jay is still taller.

Jay Ferin does the thing that Blackbeard (the real dude) dide, where she braids slow, burning fuses into her hair. When lit, it makes it look like her hair is smoking. She learned it from Drey, who used to do the same thing. Neither of them have the flame hair, so they made their own.

I'll add more when I think of them :>

Stay tuned for updates lmao

[torturedbrat]

|Bill & Tom's BTK app ━╋

[dumplingsjinson]

List of “things to say in place of a bittersweet goodbye” prompts

“Thanks for everything. Truly.”

“I’m… Going to miss you.”

“I don’t think I’m ever going to forget you.”

“I’ll always hold a piece of you with me where ever I go.” 

“I guess it wasn’t the right time, was it?”

“You’ve changed me for the better. And I will never, ever forget that.”

“You’ll always be important to me.” 

“I don’t want to say goodbye, so I’m going to say… See you later. Maybe.” 

“I don’t regret anything that’s happened between us.”

“It will always be you.”

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[lover-of-mine]

Just two dads who really wanted to see their kid after really bad day...

[endurae]

ive been waiting for a bravely default remaster SO LONG and i'm SO EXCITED!!!! to celebrate i'm finally adding our bd charms to our store for anyone interested in getting them!!!

[boxheadpaint]

just found out that my favorite picross/Nonograms app actually has like, an entire settlement building and adventure mode that as far as I know is EXCLUSIVE to android. Once again points off for iphone, pathetic

[halloweengoose]

Rusty doodles :/

[grooveguyz]

drag queen named tess tosterone

[catsoupki]

now, at twenty five, you see the ghost of your past haunting you. when you pass by the sandbox, you hear the blooming noises of explosions. you hear the stifling tears from fighting bullies and you smell the stench of nitroglycerin. the last time you had seen katsuki bakugou was this morning, when you were making breakfast in your kitchenette with the television turned on. the bleed of morning sun flutters into your studio apartment, inundating your belongings with warmth. the news channel broadcasted an accident from a previous night, in which pro hero dynamight was able to catch and arrest two villains by himself during his night patrol, but still left destruction in his wake.

it’s the collapse of scaffolding, the uprooting of walkways, with soot and burn scars scalded into the walls of concrete. it’s the name of your childhood love plastered over every single surface that exists.

the last time you had seen katsuki bakugou, you were fifteen. wearing a graduation cap too heavy for your dipped head, donning a robe too large for your then small and sickly thin body.

katsuki bakugou had looked at you with something in the guise of disgust. head held high with a kind of dignity you’re unfamiliar with, the dignity that comes with being the best at what you do, the dignity that encompasses his self-assurance. or perhaps it was betrayal, a shattering unbeknownst to you.

a dream too good to be true— two tickets that would allow you to step foot into the heroes’ world, only to have one fall short, in the name of illness.

he had never visited you during your chronic stay at the hospital. but at twenty five, perhaps now you recall the nameless cards that were littered onto your bed-side table before you had even awoken, at the glimpse of dawn.

a promise broken by betrayal— he looks at you, from a pedestal unto the commoners, he looks at you with his head tilted high and leaned back, as if he’s too afraid to get too close. maybe he is. he was never good at deceiving you.

since the day of your graduation, you see the ghost of your past everywhere. when you walk past the convenience store on the way to work, only to be greeted by the face of dynamight on the package of onigiris. and when you go shopping with friends, you'll be reminded of his face on the commercial district billboard for calvin klein.

he is everything you’re not, and likewise, vice versa. you’re everything he’s not. your contact is left to collect dust in his phone but he’s sure you would’ve forgotten him by now. it’s the doing of his teenage self, to push you and your illness away until you recover, until you move on with life, onto normalcy. you won’t ever realise the years that he had used his birthday wishes and new years fortune to pray for your recovery. for you to make it out of the hospital, alive and well, because what is there to being a hero if not for you? what is there to protect when you’re not even there?

but he also won’t ever know the times you’ve knelt in front of the television in your childhood home, when you were sixteen, bowing your head and praying to god that even if he doesn’t show you mercy, he should at least use that to keep bakugou safe, alive and well.

it’s been over a decade. the last time he saw you, you had pale cheeks and barely made it to the graduation ceremony without fainting. your body was sticks and bones, remnants of an unhealed sickness that stole your dreams away.

he sees you now in the flowers he receives. he sees you in the eyes of students in the schools that he gives talks at. a childlike wonder that never got to grow up, a kindness that was killed over and over again until you became a tinder without a fire.

he tells himself: he’s moved on. and perhaps except for izuku, no one will ever notice just how ugly the scar on his heart is. you’re no hero, you’re no villain, you’re something of the in-between, but still, you leave destruction in your wake.