#the student 2016

[ihateadulthood]

[venndaai]

I know I need the wisdom to accept what I cannot control, and I know that living in fear is what the fascists want and we shouldn't give them the satisfaction, but fuck, man. me I am feeling also not so good

[lailuhhh]

I think an episode that’s not talked about enough is 2x10 and the fact that Mac’s so terrified of failing all the people on the boat that in the moment they can’t get the air filters, Mac decides to throw a chair through a window to replicate the ship

[icantalk710]

Wish the party loyalist "stop making Harris look bad bc Trump" people would realize that a) denying reality is exactly what the right does and b) it is on the candidate to win votes by not being a genocide enabling sellout moderate getting endorsed by the fucking Cheneys for her hawkishness on foreign policy while promising little for people at home, not on the voter disillusioned by said issues that the candidate could rectify

[rainbownomja]

If you think your vote didn’t matter or that voting third party didn’t change this you’re wrong. If everyone who voted third party in the states that were 48% to 49% she would have won. The difference is night and fucking day.

[kakashisthickthighs]

i am thinking about if getou and gojo really did continue talking afterwards and like the tiny intricate details and logistics of their lives.

they part in 2007. they had flip phones.

getou dies in 2016. they had iphones, instagram, snapchat, and dog filters.

when getou first goes rogue, shoko and gojo probably still have his number and are blowing his shit up. he probably has his phone off for the first days of it and turns it back on after. there’s no need to trash it out of a want to stay hidden—he won’t die unless they send an army or gojo himself.

when he turns his cell back on, he’s half-tempted to delete all his photos of jujutsu tech, with shoko, with gojo, and he gets as far as deleting maybe 15 of them in a heavy-breathed rage before convincing himself that maybe he doesn’t need to delete these. these are mementos of the said pinnacle of jujutsu, and they’ll come in handy when there are no non-sorcerers left.

he’s about to put the cellphone away before it rings. it’s satoru. he sighs. he calls once every day. it’s relentless, six or seven calls at minute intervals. getou almost laughs at it—the world’s strongest, desperate.

a month after his disappearance, he calls every night at ten. sometimes the pixels on his cell read 10:04, 10:21, the latest was 10:42. it becomes a ritual, agonizing every night wanting to finally beat gojo at something, to make him lose. but suguru finds himself holding his breath as 10pm wanders by every day, breathing easy only when his phone stops buzzing.

maybe one night he’s yet again alone in his shoebox apartment, assorted belongings littered about, convincing himself this was the best path for him. not jujutsu tech, the horrible missions, the loneliness, the taste. it feels better here, where no one else is happy.

he’s lost in a daze when his phone rings. it’s been three months and satoru won’t let up. every night. he scoffs and flips his cell open just to sneer and make a point, to feel powerful in his own mind, but once the line connects, he’s silent, mouth agape and eyes wide that he actually picked up.

he hears static from the other side, a shift of fabric, a shaky inhale. “suguru, you fucking idiot,” gojo sneers, loud on the other end, “what’d ya pick up by accident?”

getou can’t help but laugh from the bottom of his heart. his abs are burning and tears are falling by the time he contains himself, and memories flood back. selfies, dumb finds, food pics, phone bills crazy all from hours on the phone together. there’s satoru’s voice, and then there’s lofi samsung static-lined satoru’s voice. both sound like home.

“suguru—“

“satoru,” he breathes, and this is what it feels like to talk again. he’s lived in this apartment in silence for the past three months, voices only coming from his saved videos.

“come home, suguru.” they both know it’s impossible.

getou chuckles again into the speaker. he can almost see it, satoru’s spindly form, one leg propped up on a chair, elbow resting on it as he holds the phone in distaste. or maybe he’s completely prone, jolted awake by a voice he hadn’t expected to hear.

“satoru, you’ll be fine,” he chimes, hanging up. he squeezes his eyes shut and swallows a sigh, and just like that, he’s left home again.

three years later the calls have stopped. the iphone 4 comes out, and the world is awash in touch screens, app stores, and missing charging cables. it’s time for an upgrade, and getou powers off his flip phone—his youth—one last time and tucks it gingerly into a shoebox. he starts completely anew with no data to transfer.

gojo meticulously transfers every contact and double checks only one number. it’s the first call he makes on his new phone.

the number you have dialed is not in service—

he hangs up and slows his breathing. he doesn’t delete the number. suguru, the contact reads.

you’ll be fine.

[shegottosayit]

My bro wants to FaceTime me with his wife to “fill you in on something” and the waiting is killing me

Update: Well they're giving up their apartment in Brooklyn (30 minutes from me) and going to fucking Australia for five months for my brother's work (a film) and then LA while he finishes (post-production) and fuck knows what's left. But hey, I might get a trip out to LA out of it and l've never taken a vacation as an adult and l've been an adult for seventeen years.

[1794]

the walgreens workers sub has confirmed for me that not only are walgreens workers seemingly significantly more jaded than your average cashier, but also that walgreens customers are across the board the most brain dead people in existence

[unhingeduninvited]

letting myself reenter my 2016 fob, tøp, p!atd, etc. emo phase

i miss the joy and the misery that era brought me

[yuesya]

Since Ino is 3 years shikis senior, would he be her upperclassmen for her first 2 years at jujutsu tech before he graduates? Is he gonna be seen a bit there? Considering his somewhat close relationship with Nanami in canon and how much he admires him. (Im only assuming Ino attended the Tokyo school since it’s said he operates out of it)

Ino will indeed show up as Shiki's upperclassman eventually! He is three years older, and timeline-wise it works out that he will be in his fourth year when Shiki starts her first year. There are four years total in the jujutsu school curriculum.

Fourth years are apparently treated more or less as full-fledged sorcerers and aren't really seen around the school. I think it would be fun to have Ino pop up a few times though haha.

[pochapal]

phd induction documents came through and it's a bunch of 75 page pdfs outlining all the expectations for year 1 and they are beating me to death with hammers

^^^ me after reading about all the things i am expected to do that are separate from my actual research project but are required in order to authenticate my position as a postgrad research student

[sydscompostbucket]

i’m gonna draft a post about all my favorite sydcarmy fics as soon as my toddler goes to sleep tonight. i’m so excited for bedtime lollll

[teddytoroa]

had the worst tacos of my life last night im still thinking abt them. it was like $20 for 2 (ROBBERY. WHAT THE HELL) and they were massive which is actually very unpleasant in a taco bc it makes them difficult to eat. tacos are meant to be like 4 bites max anything bigger and you shouldve made a burrito. though this wouldve been forgivable if the filling was good but it wasnt. it was like a taco size tortilla with a burrito size scoop of extremely wet shredded pork, underseasoned as hell, with way too much salad (mesculun lettuce too. the worst kind) and barely any pineapple or onion on top. totally out of wack ratio. the soggy pork was slopping out the sides and it tasted like bad. absolutely miserable nonsense taco im still quite upset about it.

[tigresslanzhu]

After The Events Of The Diversion

Meena: [rubbing her toes from her too tight flats] Mr. Moon, if I wasn’t such a good girl, I would strangle you right now! That was very embarrassing!

Nooshy: Who says you can’t strangle someone once and still be a good girl?

Meena: My junior high principal.

A quick warning, if you are uncomfortable with the topic of woman being harassed in the workplace for one reason or another, you do not want to read this fanfic. It’s an issue I take seriously and I really wanted to highlight it a little here.

[ploverbear]

everyday i find a new account on something to try and crack back into to get a date on its creation and any inkling of information i can drain from it and leave it again, satisfied

[pinterest-comments-ooc]

This is so iconic