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[juleswritesthis]

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💙🩷💛💚💜💪🏻 Artists are not guilty

He also posted "Do not use them"

I have so much admiration and respect for this man. He understands what it's like to be young and vulnerable in an industry driven by money, power and greed. He has seen how these young artists (children really) are used to further the agenda of the power-hungry adults, for hits by the media and even to perpetuate fandom wars. He himself has lived it.

Jungkook isn't one to say what he doesn't mean or take a stand unless he feels strongly. I'm so proud of him!

Also, anyone who doesn't feel this way because of some misguided need to support a multibillion-dollar corporation needs to reevaluate their principles and consider leading with compassion and understanding.

[aquaquadrant]

Thinking of Bravo promising to protect Timmy. Thinking of Timmy learning to trust and rely on Bravo relatively quick because he's gone unloved practically his whole life, and suddenly he's wanted? He doesn't need to know he's only a second choice to a version of him he couldn't feasibly ever live up to.

Thinking of a scenario in which Timmy is clearly struggling with his wings and asks Bravo if he knows anything to help. Thinking about the way a crow's wings have that gorgeous sheen to them, and how some even have hints of silver in their feathers. Thinking about how no matter how cared for Timmy will be, he'll always be Silver at Best and Never Gold.

An avian's pride is their wings, how would it feel to know even those are only second to someone else's?

why would you do this…

[unconditionallyobsessedd]

if you can’t tell by the massive amount of posts I’ve reblogged today, I just finished arcane and I am really not okay 😭 super unwell. devastated. begging for more. begging for a happy ending. screaming and crying UGH

[ayshahutton]

Walmart Gigi Hadid

[originalegirl]

How I act around people I like apparently: 😐😐🫤🙄😪😴🥱🤐😶😶😶🥱🥱🥱🤧😪😪😶😶😶

[cuppajoel]

Hey!

If you're reading this, you're probably wondering where this random Joel Miller blog came from- and I don't blame you.

My name is Rae, I'm 26, and I consume a lot of media. Over the past 9 months, I have been lurking in the shadows (on AO3), kindle in hand, reading and adoring the series' that many of you have created.

Over the past month or so, I have found myself dipping into Tumblr more and more and what I've found is some of the most intricate, thought-out, warm, and passionate pieces I've ever read. As someone who consumes a lot of words for a living, I have been truly astounded.

It's through you guys that I have read not only about my one true love, Joel Miller (in all incarnations), but also branched out to other characters in the P.P. fandom.

Notable mentions go to: Mando, Javier Peña, Agent Whiskey, General Acacius (jfc), Frankie bby, Dieter Bravo to name but a few...

Anyway, the point of this post is to say, thank you for the amazing work that the creators in this sphere are doing. I was in a reading slump for a good couple of years you have helped me find my love of reading again. <3

The sole purpose of my blog is to keep a record of what I'm reading (y'all I've been trying to keep tabs just by liking masterlists and it's getting outta hand lmao) and, if you're interested, give some recommendations of fics that I've been reading and loving.

I also wanted to give a quick shoutout to some of the accounts of the fics that I have been pining after for the past while. I do not claim to be the first one to come across these series'. I am well aware that it's not just me jumping on the bandwagon, but truly jumping on the Boeing 747 with the thousands of others that love your work.

Regardless, some special mentions go to:

@punkshort -Every joel miller fic you've written? I've read twice through. I'm so excited for the next chapter of Swept Away. @hellishjoel (brat tamer joel is beautiful) @fuckyeahdindjarin -You started my love affair with Dieter and Jack. I actually cannot explain the way that Joel in Seams made me blush @almostfoxglove - I think about See you at Three daily. I'm really excited to read your other series! @juletheghoul -Joel the menace is on my mind always. @covetyou - your ideas are so imaginative and such a breath of fresh air @tightjeansjavi - I started reading The Rite of Movement yesterday and its all i can think about @whocaresstillthelouvre Joel Miller fics with Taylor Swift titles? i can die happy tbh @chloeangelic (All fics on A03) @5oh5 From EDEN??? Thats all. (jk i love your other stuff too but from Eden is something else) @hier--soir every joel fic you've written is *Chefs kiss*

There are many, many more recommendations I could give and I am working my way through my over-saturated 'likes' so I can create a well organised 'recommendations' post.

I could honestly spend hours, picking your brains and gushing over the work that you guys have created but for now, I am going to reel myself in, say hi and thank you.

[skayafair]

Sam Bailey my dearest

Best of wishes to whoever was in charge of his wiki page 😆

And good morning (jk it's 2AM) to me to realize "Sheridan" is derived from an Irish name that means "seeker", which with the Searchers team in mind is... yeah. And Anna herself. Very well done, bravo 👏 " The seekers/searchers tapes". Mmm love when creators do this 💜

[bitterkarella]

Midnight Pals: Interpretive Poetry

[mysterious circle of robed figures] Helen Joyce: so we're dropping with the "wear whatever you want" line Joyce: from now on, to ensure proper gender conformity, all school boys must dress in like that one meme where the manly sweaty shirtless guys are pushing around a big gear

Joyce: and all school girls must dress in no less than 18 layers of crinoline Joyce: and believe me Joyce: we WILL be counting JK Rowling: [polite clapping] bravo bravo well done Rowling: thatssss capital, great work

Rowling: jusst great Rowling: now for a ssspecial treat john boyne will read an interpretive poem John Boyne: uh uh uh uh Boyne: this for you joanne Boyne: uh uh uh uh Boyne: i hope you like it Boyne: they oughta teach this in school Boyne: it ain't always cool to be cool (what)

Boyne: i do not like you owen jones Boyne: i wish the fash had broke your bones Boyne: now jk rowling, she's really cool Boyne:  she's the bestest terf in all hyrule Boyne: in twitter fights, she'll clean your clock Boyne: and slay you like an octorock

Boyne: JK Rowling, she's alright Boyne: bravely posting through the night Boyne: she's richer than a lottery winner Boyne: and she'll use her wealth to rehab glinner

Boyne: people tell me to log off and i say nay Boyne: i won't do it! not today! Boyne: it's not that i can't, i mean, i'm perfectly able Boyne: me, the writer of the boy in the striped pajamas Boyne: [whispers] a fable

Boyne: by the way, owen jones, my pal, my mate Boyne: maybe i'd take you out on a date Boyne: if you weren't such a mouthy bitch Boyne: Rowling: Boyne: that's it, that's the end Rowling: Rowling: yeah ok that wass Rowling: well Rowling: i liked the part about how i'm great

Boyne: anyway, be sure to buy my new book, the sequel to the boy in the striped pajamas Boyne: [whispers] a fable Boyne: it's an exhaustively researched book all about how a magical jew helped a nazi commandant's son to feel better about himself and also get the triforce

Boyne: anyway the important thing is have we considered the real victims of the holocaust -- the germans who had to feel bad about it? [phone ringing] Boyne: oh shit Boyne: if that's the auschwitz museum, i'm not here

[chronically-ghosted]

augury 🦉 + a Dieter wip of your choice (I know there’s more than one)

Hello my darling Gideon, Your Royal Spookiness!

Me, have more than one idea about Dieter Bravo running around in my brain? never.

jk i gots a gazillion.

since you've been playing up your Art professor!dieter, i'm gonna go with my art teacher!dieter!

i'm thinking just a one shot (a long one obviously because i can't do anything succinctly) but basically dieter is your son's art teacher. your husband and you recently got divorced and neither of you are coping very well. your usually well-behaved and straight a kid is now falling behind, teachers say he doesn't focus and talks back -- all except in one class: art class. Neither you or your husband had ever been particularly gifted that way so it surprises you. What's even more surprising is the art teacher, the man who is single handedly keeping your kid afloat, when you meet him at Parent Teacher Night. Combat boots and a flower crown with the most ADORABLE little girl who sits coloring on the ground next to his easel.

Dieter and his little girl (her mom split a while ago) bring you and your own son closer after realizing life can go on after loss, and family can come together in the most unlikeliest of places!

It warms my heart and makes me cry when i think about it and i can't wait to make out with dieter while covered in paint 🤍

thank you SO MUCH for asking and playing with me!

[rykno-j]

What it means to be the Strongest (j/jk)

Again writen with s/atos/ugu in mind, but unestablished, though definitely in love.

Summary: So my previous fic, if i remember correctly, had a line like:

["S/atoru, you've been too strong for too long. Let me take over, even if just for a little while."]

and then i realised i have something like that in my drafts, so why not i just develop the thought a little?

Notes: the timeline for this would be set before my previous fic [here] but reading it it isn't required to understand this one.

possibly written in the context of pre-RCT g/ojo? because i didn't want him to have the ability to replenish himself in any way. cue "Domain Amplification": Exhaustion.

there's also a point in the fic i used single inverted commas, like this: '[text]'. js to clarify, those are not actual dialogue but just g/eto's thoughts. uh.. it will make more sense when you reach that part..

And finally, to cope with the month of wait before Shibuya, I present to you..

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"Satoru, you've been specially requested."

"..Specially requested."

"..Specially resquested."

Geto watches as Gojo visibly deflates, before he shakes his head, expression changing as he stands up with that same bravo as ever.

"Right!! I'll prepare to leave immediately!"

The quiver in his legs don't go unnoticed by Geto.

This has been been happening for the past month. Don't they have other sorcerers that they can send?

The answer to that was obvious.

Of course there was. But who in the right mind would call on someone who was below 'the best option'?

Mission after mission, Geto finds himself missing the company of his friend. Normally, they would go on them together, but the recent spike in cases had left him with barely any space to breathe either, though he was relatively sure they were easier on him compared to Gojo.

He swears the other hadn't slept in weeks. Geto would return to their dorms, and the bed would still made the way he left it in the morning.

The few times he had tried to look under Gojo's sunglasses for eyebags, his hand had been swatted away, either physically or stopped with Infinity.

"Suguruu- I'm fine, don't worry about me."

"..Then look me in the eyes and say that again."

Gojo would laugh in response, waving his wrist dismissively in Geto's direction. "Of course I'm fine, we're the strongest, remember? It won't be fair I claimed to be tired now would it? Not that I am, of course."

Yes it would be, it would be fair. You need breaks too, Geto wanted to say, was going to say, if not for another interruption, this time from Gojo's phone.

It lit up in his lap, before the screen was raised to eye level. Geto watched as Gojo's eyebrows furrowed, shoulders slumping almost unnoticeably in disappointment.

He has seen this play out a thousand times before. As much as Geto wanted to reach out to drag Gojo back down next to him, his hand was frozen to his side.

"Another special request.. ahhh- I guess I better go get ready."

Geto watched silently as Gojo sauntered away, as if he was about to leave for a party, not a possibly life-threatening mission. Seriously.. he was forever taking things too lightly.

Geto wanted to do something, anything. Maybe file a request to give Satoru some space to breathe? Possibly even an argument that allowed him to join in the missions as backup?

Anything.

But there was always the possibility that Gojo would turn down rest, no matter how desperately he needed it. He was wearing himself dangerously thin, like a thread about to snap. All he needed was a little tug to break.

Break.

___

Days later:

"Satoru- want to go get a drink? I just saw the workers leaving, I think they got the machines refilled."

When met with no reply, Geto turned back, only to see Gojo spacing out a distance away.

"Sa-to-ru. Satoru- are you there?"

He walks up to the other, waving an open palm in front of the bowed head.

Behind the sunglasses, Geto sees Gojo's eyelashes flutter open before a finger came up to push them back into position, covering his eyes from view.

"Ah- yeah I'm here. Sorry, what were you saying?"

There he went again, dozing off at every chance he got. Geto noticed that had started happening two days ago. In class, during training, while queuing for food, while standing. And now, even while walking.

"..hH'!! ..hAH'sHHiew!! hh'..heH'tchH!!"

And there was that too. Something was definitely wrong.

"Satoru- when's the last time you slept?"

"I was just sleeping, hahaha-! Didn't you see?"

"That's not-"

"Suguru, if you're going to chew me out for not resting again, I assure you, I'm perfhH'.. perfectly.. fhH'.. fine-"

Geto shot him a look that screamed "Really??", and Gojo would have seen it, if not for the fact he snapped to the side violently, bending over as his breath hitched desperately.

"..hh'-hIH-tcHH'iew!! ..hAH'zZchHiw!!"

"Sa-"

"Dhh'..Don't worry abou'uhH'- hhH'!! hiH'zZchh!! ..hAH'DzZsh'w!! ..a-about me."

With the way he was swaying at the moment, Geto was sure a light breeze could knock him over.

What more, with the way he was standing, slouched over, a passerby would never be able to tell that Gojo was the taller of the two.

Hence, while Geto wouldn't consider himself to be one who actively sought after physical contact with Gojo (that's a lie though), he couldn't help but inch closer to the other, putting a comforting arm around Gojo's waist.

Geto then stared at the top of Gojo's head. Did his hair always look this messy? Surely not. Satoru wasn't one who paid too much attention to appearances, but this was taking it to an extreme.

"You look like you're going to collapse. Seriously. Tell me what's wrong."

"..Maybe- maybe.." Gojo mumbled as a response to Geto's earlier statement. "..Maybe I'm not feeling as well I thought.. haha-"

Geto sighs. "Took you damn near long enough. Come on, let's head back to our dorm. The drinks can wait."

Gojo whined something incomprehensible before he reached out a shaky hand to grab the arm supporting him from behind. He tilted his head up at an angle to shoot Geto a playful yet tired smirk. "Wait.. ahhh- Suguru.. s-sorry- I think.. I think I'm gonna to pass out right now."

Of course. Of course he could still find the energy to fool around in such circumstances. It was one of Gojo's character traits that Geto never understood.

He had half a mind to ask the other to snap out of it. But upon further inspection, Geto watched as Gojo's pupil glazed over with a hazy, faraway look, before it shrunk, eyelids sliding shut as Gojo went slack in his arms.

Seriously. Jokes like these should really be saved for less dire situations.

"..Satoru.. come on, let's go back."

No response.

"..Oi- Satoru.. you can't be serious. Quit fucking with me.."

No response. It's fine. Gojo liked messing with him after all.

"..S-Satoru.. oi Satoru!"

"..Fuck."

"..Fuck Fuck FUCK-! You can't be serious-"

He wasn't joking.

Forgetting that he could always manipulate his curses to handle Gojo's weight, Geto slipped his free hand under Gojo's knees, hauling him into his arms, bridal style.

"..Asshole! You're such an asshole."

'Your asshole though, right?' Geto could hear Gojo's teasing voice in his head as he made his way quickly through the hallway, his pace bordering a sprint.

That's right. My asshole.

Geto placed Gojo gently on the freshly made bed. It was probably the first time in weeks he had laid there. A soft groan escaped Gojo's lips as his head made contact with the soft pillow.

Good. He wasn't dead yet.

However, a quick touch to his cheek made Geto question his previous thought. With a fever like that, how was he not dead?

Quickly grabbing a small towel, Geto soaked it with water from his bottle, wringing it onto the floor before he brought it to the other's forehead. The mess of water puddles could wait. He had more important things to tend to.

Geto carefully folded and set Gojo's sunglasses aside, gently brushing away the strands of hair covering his face. The wet cloth was then put on his forehead.

It's not much, but it should help.

Knowing Gojo, he probably didn't take any medicine since this started. Speaking of which, Geto made a mental note to ask when it did. Gojo had been busy with a mission for the past few days, so it probably meant he was working through whatever this was.

Probably a cold.

The sneezing earlier should have been an obvious indication, but the fever he was currently running sealed the deal.

Geto knew exhaustion would eventually catch up to him. To be completely honest, he had thought Gojo would give in earlier. He must have been holding out way pass his limits.

It was alright to be weak at times, even for the 'Strongest', a concept that Gojo never seemed to understand. Either that or he did, but chose to ignore it in place of his ego and the fact that he didn't want anyone else to get hurt in his place if the curses turned out to the stronger than reported.

Geto suspected the reason leaned more towards the latter. Gojo had always cared about others in his own way, whether he considered them weak or not. Although.. with the way he openly made fun of people around him, it would cause others to beg otherwise.

Geto knew him better than that.

A soft whine drew him back into the present. Geto turned to focus his attention on Gojo. Even in the dimly lit room, his brilliant blue eyes were hard to miss, hard to look away from, no matter how dulled they were from the haze of the fever.

"Suguru.. Suguru-"

"Shh. Rest. I'm here."

"..You carried me here?"

"Mm."

Gojo let out a laugh that looked like it took all his effort. "You're stronger than you look then."

"You're just lighter than you look."

The small exchange put Geto slightly more at ease. If Satoru could still make any conversation into a joke, he was fine. Well, it at least meant his brain wasn't fried yet.

A sharp, feathery inhale dragged Geto's attention back to the bed.

"..hih'tchh!! hh'..hah'tchiw!!"

"Bless you." God. Even his sneezes sounded tired, a complete difference from his normal, over exaggerated ones.

"snff'- ..thanks."

Gojo looked seconds away from passing out again, his fist closing around the soft blanket. Sighing, Geto stood up.

"Alright, that's enough of being awake for you. Go back to sleep, okay? Let yourself rest for once."

"Hah.. so reluctant to talk to me?"

Quite the opposite, actually, Geto wanted to say. Instead, he reached over to straighten the cloth. It had fallen over to cover one of Gojo's eyes, making him look a lot more endearing than Geto would ever care to admit.

"Of course not. I just have something I have to get done, so I'll be leaving for a bit."

Geto turned away right as Gojo's frame sunk into the mattress in disappointment. If he had seen it, there was no way Geto would have left his side for another good year.

"Mm, okay."

Geto was careful not to open the door too wide. It was early in the evening, and he wanted to let in as little light as possible. Satoru had always been sensitive after all.

Behind the closed door, Gojo turned to the side, snatching Geto's pillow into his chest, pulling it into a tight embrace. He was sure the other wouldn't mind.

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Getting pissed won't help anybody, Geto knew that, he really did. But with Gojo practically forced into bed-rest for at least half a week, he needed to raise some of his concerns to his teachers, at least.

He pulls the classroom door open.

"Sensei-"

"Ah, Suguru. Right on time. I've got a new mission file for you."

"Right. That's exactly what I've come to talk to you ab-"

"Satoru has been specially requested."

"..See that's-"

"But I've written in to specially request you to follow him."

"-exactly what I've been.. huh? What?"

The teacher gave him a knowing smile before sliding a file over the table. Of course. Always doing things in a roundabout way. He's seen that before.

"..Thank you."

He takes the file, quickly leaving the classroom afterwards, his legs taking him subconsciously back to where the dorms where as his hands occupied themselves with flipping through the documents.

Halfway through the mission file, Geto feels something slip out from between the pages. He leans forward to pick it up, a knowing smile flashing across his face.

A small packet of fever medicine.

Seems his teacher had the same idea, that Gojo would never go out of his way to get supplies, if at all, when he fell sick. Well, that saved him half the trouble.

And here came the other half.

When Geto returned to their dorm, he noticed the aura of Gojo's technique surrounding himself. It shocked him at first, but Geto figures that in his vulnerable state, Gojo's mind subconsciously casts infinity to keep him safe.

Though.. it could also have been a side effect from all the dangerous missions that they had put him through for the past month, such that his body was on heightened alert even during rest.

Well that's a first.

He hadn't really been around Gojo while he was sick before, especially not to the extent of passing out like that.

Surely this continuous usage of Infinity counted as over-exertion, evident from Gojo's slightly furrowed eyebrows despite him being asleep. His breathing was also choppier than usual, either due to the congestion or disturbed rest.

Surprisingly, Geto noticed that Infinity seemed to thin out as he approached the bed.

He remembers Gojo telling him, "Suguru- you know, I can totally tell apart your cursed energy from others!"

Was Satoru's body really recognising him and relaxing because of it? Guess that whole 'telling apart' thing wasn't a lie after all.

Geto reaches out a palm and presses it against Gojo's forehead. His hand easily passes through the barrier, making contact with the other. The damp cloth lay uselessly by the side of the pillow, having fulfilled its purpose.

Still warm, but cooler than before.

Gojo whines against the touch as he slowly stirs. "Suguruu- you're backk.."

"Mm." Geto hummed in reply, sitting himself by the edge of the bed. "Did you sleep well?"

"Ah.. not really."

The raw honesty catches Geto off-guard, especially compared to the previous few days, where Gojo would wave him off for being too worried, right up till the point he collapsed.

He supposes that upon admitting "I'm not feeling well", Gojo's walls simply crumbled, leaving him in Geto's care.

The mattress shifted as Gojo turned to the side, a wrist coming up to rub at his nose.

"S-Sorry.. I- hh' have t'hH-!! hih'tchh!! haH'zzchh!!"

He sniffles against his wrist, watching with teary eyes as Geto pulls out a small pack of travel tissues from the drawer before handing it to him.

"Th'hH-!! ..thank y-you.. hH'hihchH'iw!! hah'zzdchH!!"

He pulls out a piece, pressing it softly against his nose. Outside, the sun had barely start setting.

"..snff'.. Suguru- why are you here anyway? Don't you have better things to do?"

Better things to do than look after you? Unlikely. And your Infinity will just go up again once I leave. But of course Geto doesn't say that.

Instead, he raises the file in his hand. "Background information on a mission. I'll have to read it eventually anyway, I can do it here, I've got time."

"..A mission?"

"Yes. For the two of us, actually."

"Really?? I get to go with you this time?" Happiness seeped into his words, bringing an unconscious smile to Geto's face.

"Mm, but I doubt they'd let you go in this state."

Without even looking over, Geto swore he could hear the pout in Gojo's voice.

"Aw.. b-but I wna go with you."

"..Then get better. Quickly." Because I don't want to leave without you either. I'm never leaving you alone again if I can help it.

"Sigh- alright, alright.. I'll get some rest."

"Before that.." Geto suddenly remembered, rising to his feet to retrieve a mug. He should probably get Satoru to take the medicine as soon as possib-

Geto hears a crash behind him.

"SAtoru!"

On the floor, Gojo laughs softly at himself, hanging half off the bed.

"S-Sorry-"

"What were you doing?"

Gojo looked almost embarrassed. "Ah.. nothing, honestly.. I just.. I guess I just.. panicked when I saw you get up.. that's all. I thought you were going to leave again.."

Again? ..Oh, right. He had left for the classrooms earlier. Why didn't Satoru just say something before he did? Forget that. Why didn't he notice?

Geto quickly grabbed a mug, filling it with water before he returned to the bedside.

"I'm sorry."

"Hm? Ahh- it's okay, it's okay.. I was just saying silly things."

"No. Don't say that. It's okay to want company, to need company. That's why I'm here, right?"

"Mm, yeah."

"..Why do you sound so reluctant to admit it?"

Gojo shifted again, this time tilting his head away from Geto.

"..Suguru. Am I'm strong?"

"Mm, why the sudden question?"

"..Am I still considered strong if.. if something as simple as a cold can.. can.. hH'..hih'DzchH!! haH'tchHew!! ..snff'.. fuck. I can't even control those."

"I'd honestly be more surprised if you could." Geto replied, bringing the mug up to Gojo's lips. His voice sounded harsh, and the constant sneezes were not helping. "C'mon, look over here, you should drink something."

Gojo sighed, shifting the tissue away to drink from his mouth.

"Take these too."

"..Medicine? Where did you get those from?"

"Sensei."

"Ahh- damn. He really knows everything doesn't he?"

"Anyone on the outside could tell that you were wearing yourself thin, not just him. Shoko had her fair share of worries for you as well."

Gojo remained silent upon hearing that, seemingly very interested in the cup he was drinking from.

Geto felt his heart skip a beat. Had he said something wrong? Maybe he shouldn't have mentioned that fact it was obvious.

The silence lasted for a few moments, before Gojo inhaled sharply, turning to the side.

"..hH'-aH'zZchH!! hah-hH'tcHHiw!! hiH'dzZch'w!! hH'!!-..snff- hehh'tchhiw!"

Geto startled at the fit, though he quickly collected himself, eyes focusing on what appeared to be an extremely sorry Gojo.

In his hand was the empty mug, its contents having been spilled all over the blanket from the violent jerks, a side effect of the sneezing.

"..I'm s-orry.."

Geto paused in his actions of retrieving a cloth for the mess. Something was wrong. Satoru had a voice break? No matter how cute it was (god forbid he admit that), he had never heard the other say anything with such a broken tone before.

Forgetting the cloth, Geto quickly returned to Gojo's side, wrapping his arms around the shivering frame of Gojo's body, head resting above his.

Gojo froze in place, shocked at the sudden but welcomed contact. The mug in his hand slowly slipped off his fingers, falling onto the covers. A small whine escaped his lips yet again as Gojo's fingers repurposed themselves with grabbing gently at Geto's arm.

He found himself leaning into the warm embarce, turning his head slightly such that his cheek could rest against Geto's chest.

Gojo had longed for this for days. Days. Days. He could feel tears starting to form at the corner of his eyes. From the cold or from his overflowing emotions? He had no idea.

"Suguru. Come lie down with me, please?"

He didn't need to be asked twice.

Within seconds, Geto had climbed onto the bed, getting comfortable under the covers as he extended a hand to Gojo.

"Come. Leave that side. It's wet." An excuse to get Gojo into his arms.

Gojo crawled over to where Geto was waiting, instantly latching onto the other the moment he got close enough to do so.

As Geto's arms close around him once again, Gojo realised that he had never felt so.. so safe, so.. comforted, before. It was a new feeling, one he was afraid of yet welcomed.

He had only known Suguru for a year, but damn was the guy making him question his own feelings left right and center.

A hand found itself on the back of Gojo's head as he snuggled closer into Geto's chest, burying his nose into the folds of Geto's shirt.

Drowsiness slowly started to take over as Gojo felt like this was the first time in forever he was truly allowed to relax. Was it from the medicine? Or was it from Geto's steady heartbeat that was lulling him to sleep? In all honesty, it didn't matter.

Geto felt Gojo relax in his embrace. Once the stuffy soft snores started to slip into a rhythm, he tilted his head downwards, whispering in a low, soothing voice.

"Satoru, you've been too strong for too long. Let me take over, even if just for a little while."

That was the last thing said for the night, as Geto himself started to drift off into sleep, the sun setting behind him

Unknown to the other, Gojo's lips curled into a smile.

Really.. the things Suguru says when he thinks no one is listening. It was going to be the death of him one day.

-end-

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Finishing notes:

this fic actually stemmed from the phrase "what if Gojo's Infinity came up by itself when he's sick?" then it.. became.. this.. somehow..

decided to change their roles here ahhh- caretaker Getoo-

maybe i wrote Gojo a little out of character with the amount of clinging he did to Geto (also the whole DON'T LEAVE ME panic of a sick person in bed), but hey. i'm a strong advocate for clingy sick Gojo, sue me.

i also wanted to keep up the soft Gojo writing, soo i tried the whole "strong character falls weak to a cold" trope thing

BUT i also know for a FACT that i was NOT going to be satisfied if i just let Gojo go out like that, so i tried making his collapse scene exclusively *him*

by that i mean i tried making it slightly humorous. ahh well if it ended up not coming out like that.. it's still fine

also wanted to write a whole "Gojo pretending he's alright when he's not" fic, and was trying to capture the whole "once he admits he's not okay, everything comes crumbling down and he's a mess" thing

i feel like a lot more could have been written in this fic.. but the problem was i didn't know how to.. shshhdhshds im getting better i swear (abit more of this in the tags)

i hope the final scene read as soft as i was hoping it would. just picture Gojo sinking into Geto's hug, smooshing his face against Geto's chest, whining a whole bunch, breathing in his scent

..or maybe scratch the scent part, since Gojo's nose is a little congested//

anyway, hope it was a nice read and thankyou for stopping by!!

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[ozarkthedog]

happy (early) shared birthday, hun!! i hope it's an amazing one for you <3 and congrats on the milestone!! for your celebration:

👀 + fmkiss: tim rockford, javier peña, and dieter bravo~

ERIN OMG I LOVE HAVING A BIRTHDAY TWIN!!!!!!! This makes me so happy unlike the FMK you sent! (jk ilu)

Fuck: Tim Rockford - we will take turn wearing the holsters

Marry: Dieter Bravo - his chaos and my grounding energy would work wonders together i think (and hope)

Kiss: Javier Pena - i just wanna know what that mustache feels like!!!!

ozzie's 11k birthday sleepover

[sp00kymulderr]

Papi Pedro game 🧔🏽‍♂️ Joel or Pena? Dieter or Silvia? Maxwell or Mando? Now out of the 3, fuck marry and kill!

Oooh anon coming in with the fun questions. One if these was really easy for me, the others not so much so let’s see:

Choosing between Joel and Javi is horrible. They’re both soooo 🧎 but I’ve been in SUCH a Peña mood recently so

Dieter or Silva? Hmmm…Silva. Jk jk I would have to resign from the brainrot club if I did that. I am obviously choosing the man the myth the legend Dieter Bravo

Maxwell or Mando? This stumped me for a min ngl, I’m not really into either 🤷 but from a purely horny standpoint - Din. He was my gateway into the fandom back in the day so he gets his dues

FMK -

I am gonna fuck Javi because I deserve it and so does he.

Marrying Dieter my beloved because he’s my everything ❤️

Killing Din bc meh

[personasintro]

mimi!! i frogot to send an ask about mutual help ch.55...

IT WAS SO GOOD? i loved how she finally admitted that she's jealous!🙏🏼🙏🏼 jealousy is normal there's no need to feel ashamed of it and that's exactly the point you've shown. bravo!💜💜

i also loved that he came to her first because arguing with her 'fucks him up' that truly made me FOLD

their scene when they were drunk together was one of the best parts of this chapter honestly 🫶🏼💜 his 'no fighting, hm?' WAS ENOUGH TO MAKE ME SCREAM. sorry for being overdramatic hehe

but them agreeing on no fucking.. i don't think this is a good idea.. they'll soon realise thay they can't stay away from each other - sexually and romantically - so we'll see where this goesss

amazing chapter, amazing present for the new year's eve💜💜💜💜💜💜

HAPPY NEW YEAR 💜💜💜💜💜

I mean she knew it, she just didn’t want to admit it to jk 🤧 it’s a good thing she was honest with him tho!

Oh good thing you mentioned this! I never expected his little “no fighting” to be such often mentioned moment from this chapter 😲 I’m glad you enjoyed drunk jk 🥺 I low-key love drunk mh jk haha

Thanks for the feedback! And have a lovely day! <3

[taegularities]

Just finished Entertainer, and I have to say bravo! It was amazing and reminded me of the movie ‘Promising Young Woman’ — have you seen it?

I read your clues of OC looking at her phone etc and I immediately knew she was planning something 🤭

I know we’re not meant to have sympathy for JK, and this is going to be a very unpopular opinion, but part of me feels bad for him.

He was upfront about his feelings for the friend and he made it clear he wasn’t into her and that he didn’t want anything serious— that part I don’t think was his fault at all. It was the friend’s fault for falling for the bad guy and thinking he would change for her.

Of course the video thing he did was wrong— although if I read correctly, it was consensual and the friend knew he was filming her, right? It’s a very blurred line tho since they were (both?) drunk, I think?

He was obviously young and dumb, and so was the friend who trusted him.

It’s weird, I sort of understand JK’s feelings which is why I feel bad for him? I think you just wrote his side of the story so well that I can understand why he doesn’t think he did totally wrong?

Anyway, I’m sure this fic will bring up serious topics and discussions!

I thoroughly enjoyed it!

heeey!! i haven't seen the movie, but i do love carey mulligan and a couple of ppl have mentioned it by now, so might as well watch it some day ����

i wouldn't say you're not supposed to feel a certain way, exactly — i think one of the coolest things about fics is that they're able to elicit different opinions and reactions and i already knew somebody would feel about entertainer jk the way you do!

you're right, he didn't reciprocate her feelings and that's fine, that happens — but he did lead her on, spent time with her physically, filmed that video of her. it wasn't fully a consensual thing since she was def drunk and couldn't really judge the situation properly (might not even have noticed she was being filmed), by the time oc found her, she was still pretty out of her mind and intoxicated, so yeah :(

haha and i'm so glad i could write his thoughts well! ofc his shock is relatable bc who'd want all their effort ruined.. then again, for the rest, i kinda tried to glimpse into the brain of a lowkey sociopath and wondered how i could make him bad bad 😂 while simultaneously leaving room for y'all to discuss his and also oc's personality. tysm for reading <3

[thealtofvalleyxdoodles]

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Naruto (Low key falling out but still) ONE PIECE

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FAVS FROM FANDOMS! Kankuro, Shikamaru, Kakashi, Sakura (Naruto)

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JAKE!! Finn, Marceline "The Vampire Queen", Cake (From the genderbent ver.), Michal Lee "The Vampire King" (Also Genderbent ver.) (Adventure time)

Luffy <3, Zoro <33, LAWW <333333, Corazon <33, (One Piece)

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(enjoy Simon until i decide to exist on here again)

[kinoko69saradasblog]

Tengo a precisare una cosa evidente, talmente evidente che nessuno ci fa piu' caso.

Il bullismo si attua verso le persone piu' deboli, socialmente parlando, cioe' che sono diverse da tutti gli altri.

Non me ne frega niente se Piton è forte con la Magia Oscura, è debole in quanto la pensa diversamente dagli altri ed e' isolato. La sua unica opportunita' era diventare bravo in quello che è il suo forte.

Chi non capisce questo, non capisce nulla.

Non puoi bullizzare una persona carina. Perche' è bella, nessuno ti viene dietro, pensano che sei scemo. La bellezza è un canone estetico che porta al successo.

E non puoi bullizzare un ragazzo popolare, perche' non penseranno che lui è una metda, ma che tu sei invidioso. Infatti Remus, testuali parole, dice che Piton era invidioso perche' James era bravo a quidditch.

Se ti prendono di mira, non puoi reagire con la sfessa tecnica della calunnia e della sopraffazione. Perche' ai piu' sembrerai patetico. Quindi, letteralmente, Piton non poteva bullizzare i Malandrini.

Io non contesto Lily per essersi sposata con James. La discuto per il modo in cui lo ha fatto. Come se lei stesse dalla parte della bellezza e della popolarita'. Come se Piton fosse una vittima sacrificale per la propria deformita', fisica o morale.

Il che fa sembrare Lily come se avesse una patata al posto del cervello.

E critico chi non si rende conto di queste cose.

Non credo che Jk volesse valorizzare un bullo perche' attraente e famoso. Credo che bisogna imparare a separare quello che dicono e fanno i personaggi dal significato della storia.

Non si puo' dire di un personaggio: "era una stronsa anche lei". Prima di tutto, non e' elegante dal punto di vista stilistico. 😅 Bisogna farlo capire con azioni, discorsi, esempi. È normale che Piton si innamori della prima strega che incontra, la sola persona che lo tratta con gentilezza. Il che non vuol dire che Lily fosse perfetta.