#And another

[feverguts]

hello tumblr ^_^ dan and phil keychains are available for pre-order now on my ko-fi!! go check them out::

[queer-boo-radley]

[little-pup-pip]

This is oddly specific but can you make a skelanimals Roxxie mood board with scene kid aesthetics?? :0/nf

Sure!!

[flowersforfrancis]

[pardonmydelays]

one thing about me is that i will make myself another coffee

[k-martins]

I don't think I've commented on this until now, but I have a feeling that Gojo has been trying to talk to Megumi since the beginning.

When he got out of the prison realm the first thing Gojo did was go after Kenjaku and Sukuna (though I'm wondering how he knew their whereabouts, but that doesn't matter), and as soon as he saw them, Gojo said something like "You've changed a lot, MEGUMI." Are you getting my point?

The outfit similar to Toji's, the way he said Megumi looked like her father (something he must have said at some point in Megumi's life), the way he throws references to past chapters… It all seems be a way to connect with Megumi without Sukuna noticing. A way of showing that he is there to save him, that he knows that Megumi is still alive and is fighting for him.

Gojo cares for Megumi, if not as a son, then as a student. Just think of how tempted he was to kill his superiors when Yuji, a boy he barely knew, died. In jujutsu Kaisen 0 Gojo said that youth cannot be stolen from youth (something like that, I looked in my language dubbing). He wouldn't leave Megumi for dead, and as good as the memes were, GG wouldn't have put Gojo in Toji's outfit simply because he's cute.

If there was ever a moment that Megumi felt something, it was here… This koala hug took even the king of curses by surprise LMAO

[kingofthecapybaras]

home of the chickens

yeah

[friedrich-2]

[darknessdrops]

party boy (2)

[frozenhi-chews]

missing some old moots. gosh dangit-

[wildernessuntothemselves]

“Okay, that’s enough. We’re done here.” You can’t help but walk towards him, inspecting the little marks he made on his neck. 

“What, I don’t get a good boy?” He asks and you snap out of your worried daze, stepping back. 

“Beomgyu…” You warn. “Don’t start now.” 

“I guess he’s your muse now.” He mutters, looking away, and you follow his gaze to see Yeonjun looking at you. 

[belleandkurtbastian]

Today’s earworm as I’m trying to sleep is the Smells Like Teen Spirit section of the gay bear wedding.

[ftmerriweather]

I like to write little scenes that don't take place in my novel for fun. It's entertaining to ask "what if these two dated" or "how would X character come out to Y's mom" and so on.

I didn't realize my romance doc was at 82k words.

That's ridiculous.

I don't write romance novels. No one even gets together in the book I took those characters from. I have no intention to publish this collection, even on something as informal as ao3

Really just proves to myself that I cannot stop writing. I have to keep going because, even on a "just for me" level, I enjoy it

[goodest-noodle]

Before we moved here, we lived in that rounded house. It was like a satellite dish, opening up towards a plaza surrounded by linden trees. Around the week, there would be regular market days, but as a child, it didn't interest me much. It was, altogether, peaceful.

Not so much the days, certain days every year they would gather on the plaza: skinheads dressed in black blaring aggressive music having a beer and 'commemorating' the bombing of the city in WWII. That alone, was scary. And I would come to my mother, afraid of what was going on. What these people were doing, what they wanted... because of the architecture of the house, the noise from the plaza was amplified.

Back then, she would tell me, about how these skinheads were only so brazen, because they were many; how, as the foot soldiers of their movement, it was their goal to be frightening and do the dirty work, because the true string pullers were those wearing suits. And true enough, the suits were also there, speaking to the throng of skinheads with their megaphone.

I couldn't make them stop, of course. I was a 11 year old child. But at least I had my mother who comforted me, while I had to witness the goings on down there. At least we were together.

This memory. It means a lot to me. Because at one point, my mother decided she wanted to join them down there - that it was worthwhile to be with the crowd she used to caution me against. The very people she told me, hurt so so many.

And being up here alone, is scary.

[fallensxvior]

@gravity-wall followed you! (For Cain)

"I never agreed with Father's punishment for you, you know. It seemed... too far."

He was gentle with his nephew, palm cupping his cheek as the other hand brushed back his hair. Cain seemed just as much a victim of God's plan as Lucifer sometimes. Yeshua had argued with his father often about it. More than he was willing to admit.