#although i know that. at some point i will not live

[smollsmule]

Ok my queue spit this out after I saved it for later, so let me add some nuance here. Because this is a very importand issue, actually.

Of course nobody is prohibited from readin the books they enjoy. Hell, I like me some easily digestible fluff too! Some of my favourite book series are ya (and genuinely great books despite being “easy to read”).

There is something to be said however about limiting yourself to only engaging with that level of difficulty in reading. And before you come at me, I know that many people don't read at all and to many others reading is simply a hobby to unwind after a long day, where they just wanna turn their brain off and have some fun. Which is a totally fair reason to read. BUT. Reading (or more broadly, literacy) will never be just that. You live in an age of (mis)information and you WILL be confronted with texts (speeches, video clips, what have you) that are hard to dissect. Especially the ones that don't seem like it at first glance.

Media literacy is not only about how quickly you can summarise a paragraph or being able to pull quotes to show how maybe a character could be read as queer (although both of those things are a very good indicator of having advanced literacy). It's the VITAL skill of filtering and assesing information presented to you before so you can make an informed choice to internalise or discard it. It's being able to understand the information in the first place by grasping a complex thought presented to you in writing or in a speech because the simple truth is that not all truths are simple.

Media literacy gives you the ability of identifying that someone is trying to make you believe something and parsing why they're doing it by identifying the tools they are using. Which means you also need to know the tools they have at their disposal. It also means being able to connect points brought up before in the same or different texts to see if there is inconstencies or leaps in logic or if the argument someone is making only looks good because they use big words and a sentence structure that “feels” smart, but actually falls apart as soon as you poke at it a little.

Forgive me sounding alarmist, but if you can't read at that level people who have these tools WILL have power over you and you won't even have the tools to notice that they do. Even if people are not actively trying to harm or manipulate you, if you're unable to engage with their ideas you will get left behind in certain vital discussions and that not only feels like shit because everybody gets it but you, but it also again makes you incredibly vulnerable to those who do have bad intentions!

Now does that mean you only get to read Proust from now on? Of course not! I still do believe that a piece of literature can directly and fundamentally change your life. I know it has for me. However, that is a personal opinion and it doesn't mean I can force anyone to engage with deep philosophical manifestos on what it isto be human in this world. And even less that I want to do that, despite me thinking that literally ANYONE could benefit from reading that kind of thing. But you NEED to be able to read complex texts outside of your comfort zone for honest to god survival. I am so fucking serious.

And, hey! The good news is that this is not some secret mystical power you either get blessed with or not. It is a skill you can train, by reading challenging material. Books with more complex sentence structures, more nuanced ideas or arguments. Books that force you to think about them. I hate to say it but the only way to get better at reading is to read. It doesn't have to be fiction but i will be very real with you, I doubt that - if you're putting down a book because it's unreadable to you based on the chosen perspective - you'll be the type to pick up scientific essays or anything like that.

Don't cut yourself off from vital skills by locking your mind in a box. You are capable to handle those more complex texts, and I'd wager you'll even enjoy it once you find your niche (yes! you still get to have preferences!). You just need to give yourself a chance to learn.

[arabella0001]

The Strongest Tease (Gojo Satoru x Reader - Oneshot Smut)

Gojo Satoru X Reader Pairing Gojo Satoru X Reader Anime: Jujutsu Kaisen Synopsis: Gojo Satoru has been your brother’s best friend forever — and the one who knows exactly how to push your buttons. You can’t stand how he teases you, but deep down, you both know there’s something more behind those sly smiles and sarcastic comments. The question is: who will crack first?

• I’m new to writing so be gentle pls (eng not my first language)

Warnings: teasing, slow burn a little?, not friends to lovers, rough sex, all characters are of age/aged up, dirty talk, praise kink

You walked happy down the stairs to the living room of your house, going to make dinner and wait for your brother Geto, a smile on your face before noticing a pair of stupid blue eyes sitting on the couch. Your good mood disappears immediately upon seeing him. "Suguru, you could have warned me that there was still one of your fan girls in the house."He says before taking a slight look behind him, seeing that it was you he sighs."Oh no, it's even worse, there's your sister."

He continued by turning around continuing to watch TV. You rolled eyes at his "Great" you mumble to yourself. Gojo is turning off the TV and standing up, he walks over to you with an infuriating smirk.

"Well, well, if it isn't my favorite little pain in the ass. What brings you to this humble abode?" He asks, leaning against the wall with arms crossed, ocean blue eyes glinting with amusement and challenge. "You're not here just to annoy me, are you? I hope you've got some decent reason for interrupting my relaxation time." He adds, voice dripping with sarcasm.

"The fuck do you want Gojo? Remember this is my house too" you snearl at him and he is chuckling lowly, he pushes himself off the wall and takes a step closer to you, invading your personal space.

"Oh please, this place belongs to Suguru and I'm just a guest… who happens to pay more rent than you," he retorts with a wink, clearly enjoying riling you up. "But since you asked so nicely, I wanted to see how my favorite little sister was doing. Although, I must say, you look even more beautiful when you're fuming mad,"

"Whatever Gojo" you mumble, turning your back and him and going to the kitchen "I dont have time to argue with arrogant assholes like you today. "Watching you walk away, he lets out a soft laugh, shaking his head in amusement.

"Always so quick to dismiss me, aren't you? But hey, I get it. Arrogance can be overwhelming," he calls out, following you into the kitchen. "Tell you what, why don't we make a deal? You let me help with dinner, and I promise to behave… within reason, of course," Gojo suggests, leaning against the counter with a playful smirk, looking entirely too comfortable in your home.

"I could make dinner alone, i dont need your help. For me and Suguru. You know, because is our home. Not yours "you replied with your back at him, starting to prepare dinner, you barely started your evening and he is already annoying you.annoying at him. Walking around to stand beside you at the counter, he places a hand on your shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Now now, don't be like that. I'm just trying to be helpful," he says, his tone light and teasing."And besides, even if this is technically Suguru's place, I've spent enough time here to consider it mine too. After all, I've seen more of these walls than my own," Gojo points out with a chuckle, his fingers idly playing with the hem of your shirt. "So, what do you say? Will you let me lend a hand, or do I need to take my 'assholery' elsewhere?" he asks, winking at you with a mischievous grin.

Shrugging off his hand and moving away from him "Fine, whatever. Just stay out of my way then and shut up." Smirking at your dismissal, he steps back and raises his hands in mock surrender.

"Alright, alright, I'll keep quiet and let the culinary genius work her magic," he says, watching you with interest as he leans against the opposite counter. "So, what's the plan for tonight? Just the three of us, or did you invite anyone else to join the party?" he asks, curiosity getting the better of him despite your earlier rebuff.

"A friend of mine will come so behave. " you replied to him rolling your eyes, even though he doesnt see your expression.Grinning at your warning, he holds up his hands in a placating gesture.

"I promise to be on my absolute best behavior… for your friend, at least," he says with a wink when you look at him for a second, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "But don't worry, I can handle myself around company. I'm sure they'll love me just as much as you do," Gojo adds, a hint of arrogance slipping into his voice.

"She’s my best friend so don’t you ever dare to do something that’ll make mad"you are speaking normally but with a silent threat.You start putting the red meat and vegetables in oven, after looking over your shoulder at his stupid grin and his stupid beautiful face.

He chuckles softly at your stern warning, his grin never wavering. "Don't worry, I'll be on my very best behavior. I wouldn't dream of crossing you or making you angry," he says, his voice smooth as silk.As he watches you put the food in the oven, his gaze lingers on your figure, appreciating the way your hips sway slightly as you move."You know, you look really sexy when you're cooking. Maybe I should just stick around and 'help' more often," he teases, his words laced with innuendo as he leers at you suggestively.

"Maybe i should really just gouge your eyes out someday. " you felt a little nervous under his gaze, remembering you are just in a skirt and a comfortable tshirt, but you don’t show him anything while he laughs at your threat, completely unfazed.

"Oh, now that's an idea I hadn't considered before. Blindfolded and helpless, how romantic," Gojo jokes, his tone light and playful. Despite your attempt to ignore him, he steps closer, his presence looming larger in the small kitchen. "But I think I'd prefer it if you kept those pretty eyes open for me. I love seeing the fire in them when you're annoyed," he murmurs, his breath warm against your ear as he leans in close."Now, are you going to finish cooking, or should I take over and show you how it's really done?"

"I will finish cooking. You can just watch and learn" his breath was sending you a shiver down your spine but you ignore him, he just try to make you have a reaction to his annoying ass.

"Suit yourself, chef. I'll just sit back and enjoy the show," Gojo says, finding a spot to lean against the counter and cross his arms over his chest. After a while, my best friend called me and told me she arrived. When he heard from the phone that your friend is arriving, his expression brightens, and he pushes off the counter to stretch.

"Well, looks like our guest has arrived. I suppose I should go greet her properly," he says, sauntering towards the door with a confident swagger. "Just remember, Y/N, I warned you about my irresistible charm," Gojo calls over his shoulder with a wink, disappearing out of sight. As you watch through the window, Gojo greets your friend with a warm smile and a charming bow, his white hair falling across his forehead in a rakish manner."Welcome, welcome! It's an honor to finally meet the legendaryY/N’s bestie," he says, his voice booming with enthusiasm as he takes your friend's hand in a firm shake.Your friend looks taken aback by his exuberance, but quickly returns the smile, clearly charmed by Gojo's affable demeanorand you take a mental note to scolding her later. "It's great to meet you too, Satoru. Y’N always talked about you, but I have to say, you're even more impressive in person," she replies, her cheeks flushing slightly. Gojo chuckles, pleased by her reaction, and gestures for her to follow him inside.

You hug her,sending Gojo a glare while he raises an eyebrow but doesn't seem deterred, continuing to chat with your friend as if nothing's amiss."Make yourself at home, lovely. The guest room's just down the hall, second door on the left," he instructs, gesturing vaguely in the direction of the bedroom. As your friend heads off to freshen up, Gojo turns back to you, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"So, did I pass the test? Am I officially deemed 'acceptable' in your friend's presence?"he asks, a smirk playing on his lips. Before you can respond, he reaches out and playfully ruffles your hair, earning a scowl from you.

"Yea.Whatever, Gojo. "you were already annoyed at his behaviour but a glimpse of another feeling you can’t quite decipher is here "Call my brother to come to dinner" Gojo chuckles at your annoyance, clearly enjoying getting under your skin.

"Alright, alright. I'll give Suguru a call," he says, pulling out his phone and dialing a number with a casual air. As he waits for your brother to pick up, he leans against the wall, watching you with an appraising gaze. "You know, for someone who claims to dislike me so much, you sure spend a lot of time speaking about me," Gojo remarks, a hint of smugness in his voice. Suddenly, Suguru answers, and Gojo's expression brightens."Suguru, my man! Dinner's almost ready. Come on over, yeah?" he says, his tone friendly and inviting.

"My best friend told you that i speak about you, but dont worry, only bad stuff" you scoff at him and talk to your friend in the meanwhile, arranging the plates on the table.Gojo grins, seeming amused by your confession.

"Aww, don't be so hard on me, Y/N. I'm used to being the center of attention," he teases, sauntering over to where you're setting the table. As he passes by, he snags a bread roll from the basket "Mmm, smells delicious in here"Gojo says, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.Just then, Suguru arrives, and Gojo waves him over with a cheerful greeting. "There he is! Come on in, Suguru. We've got a feast waiting for you," he announces,standing up and clapping your brother on the back in a friendly gesture. "Hey Suguru, how are you doing? " You go to your brother and hug him, a mix of émotions hit you at once, relief, love, anger, and frustration towards Gojo. "So, dinner is served. Let's eat before it gets cold. " you point to the table.

Gojo watches the tender reunion between you and Suguru with a look of mild surprise, before his expression softens into something akin to warmth."Aww, look at that. All love and affection," he says, his tone light and teasing, but there's a hint of genuine appreciation beneath the sarcasm. As you invite everyone to the table, Gojo moves to take a seat beside Suguru, shooting you a playful grin. "After you, ma'am," he says, gesturing gallantly for you to lead the way, his eyes twinkling with mischief. You try to ignore him and now you are catching up with your friend. For a moment, Gojo seems to put aside his usual antics, engaging in a serious conversation with Suguru about…whatever it is they're discussing. His facial expressions range from intense focus to thoughtful consideration, giving you a rare glimpse behind his charismatic facade.

However, as the meal progresses and the wine starts flowing, Gojo's playful side begins to resurface. He catches your eye across the table, a sly smile spreading across his features. "Y/N, my dear, I hope you're not planning on hogging all the dessert," he says, his voice low and conspiratorial, as if sharing a secret. He leans back in his chair, looking entirely too relaxed and content, which only serves to irritate you further. "Oh please, like you'd ever let me have any." You send him a glare.Gojo chuckles at your response, clearly pleased by your irritation.. "Oh, I wouldn't dream of depriving you of your sweet treats, darling," he says, his tone dripping with mock sincerity. As you try to focus on your conversation with your best friend, Gojo's presence continues to be a distraction. He's loud, boisterous, and always seems to find ways to insert himself into your interactions.Suddenly, he reaches across the table, plucking a piece of cake from your plate and popping it into his mouth. "Mmm, delicious," he murmurs, savoring the taste.Your best friend bursts out laughing at the audacity of his actions, and even Suguru cracks a smile, shaking his head in amusement.Gojo engages in lively banter with your best friend, their voices rising and falling in a familiar rhythm of playful jabs and witty retorts.

Every so often, his ocean-blue eyes flicker in your direction, a mischievous glint dancing within their depths, is like he is trying to make you jealous in a way but you push this feeling away, nah this can’t be. He leans in, his elbow brushing against yours as he gestures animatedly while telling some story or another. The scent of his cologne mingles with the aroma of food, creating an intoxicating blend that makes your head spin. Suguru watches the exchange with a knowing smirk, seemingly content to let Gojo have his fun. Your best friend, however, looks a bit overwhelmed, laughter bubbling up despite her obvious attempts to maintain a straight face.

You felt a pinch a sadness after some time, after the dinner and some glasses of wine, your friend stand up to go come and you followed her to the door. Your brother said he will take her home and looking at his subtle glances at Gojo, makes your wonder if this is really only his intention.

As the front door closes behind your departing best friend and brother, Gojo turns to face you, leaning against the wall with a casual air. His piercing gaze meets yours, a hint of intensity simmering beneath the surface.

"Well, that was fun," he remarks, a wry smile playing on his lips. "Though I must admit, I prefer our little…interactions." He pushes off the wall, sauntering closer until he's standing just inches away. The proximity sends a shiver down your spine, his presence overwhelming in the best possible way "So, what's next on the agenda for us, Y/N?" Gojo asks, his voice low and husky, laced with a subtle challenge. "More bickering? Or perhaps something more…exciting?"

"What do you want, Gojo? " Your voice low and tired of him. A wicked grin spreads across Gojo's face at your annoyance, his eyes sparkling with delight.

"What I want, Y/N?" he repeats, his voice dropping to a seductive murmur. "Oh, I think we both know the answer to that."He takes a step closer, his body almost touching yours, the heat radiating from him palpable."You want me to leave you alone, to stop pushing your buttons and testing your limits," Gojo continues, his breath ghosting over your skin."But we both know that's never going to happen. Because, Y/N… "He pauses, his gaze burning into yours, the air thick with tension."…you secretly enjoy it. The thrill of our constant battles, the way I make you feel alive, even when you're trying to hate me." Your cheeks flushed and you take a step back, avoiding his gaze.

"Stop it Gojo. This isn't some game to me. " frustration boiling inside you that suguru can come any minute.

Gojo's expression softens slightly at your words, though the hunger in his eyes remains unabated. "I know it's not a game, Y/N," he says, his voice taking on a more serious tone. "And I'm sorry if I've made you feel uncomfortabl. That wasn't my intention."He holds up his hands in a placating gesture, though there's a restless energy about him, as if coiled springs are ready to snap at any moment."Suguru trusts me, and I would never do anything to betray that trust," Gojo assures you, his gaze steady and unwavering. "So you don't have to worry about him walking in on anything…inappropriate." The implication hangs heavy in the air, leaving no doubt about what kind of 'inappropriate' activities Gojo might have in mind.

"What do you mean Suguru trust you? He knows something and i don’t? " you feel so flusttered. Gojo lets out a low, amused chuckle at your question, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

"Oh, Suguru doesn't know everything," he says, waving a dismissive hand. "But he's smart, and he's picked up on a few things. Like how much you loathe me, yet can't seem to stay away.He takes another step closer, until he's invading your personal space once more."And how, despite yourself, you find me…intriguing,"Gojo adds, his voice a husky whisper "Maybe even a little…attractive."The last word hangs in the air, loaded with double entendre, as Gojo's gaze drops to your lips, then back up to meet your eyes with a smoldering intensity.

Blushing furiously, you are feeling cornered and confused, you cant deny the attraction you feel towards Gojo but you also cant stand him "Stop saying stupid shit Gojo".Gojo's grin widens at your flustered reaction, clearly delighted by your discomfort.

"Aww, come on Y/N,"he coos, reaching out to gently brush a stray lock of hair behind your ear. "Don't be like that. We both know the truth." His touch sends a shiver down your spine, despite your best efforts to resist. You can feel the heat of his skin against yours, the electricity crackling in the air between you. "You want me, /N," *Gojo murmurs, his breath warm against your cheek. "Even if you don't want to admit it to yourself. And I want you too."

He leans in closer, his lips hovering mere inches from yours, the promise of a kiss hanging tantalizingly out of reach.Your heart races, you try to push him away but you are weak, your body betrays you as it arches into his touch.

" This isn't right. We can't… "you trail off, unable to form a coherent thought as he teases you mercilessly. Gojo's eyes flash with triumph at your feeble resistance, his grip on you tightening as he pulls you flush against his muscular frame.

"Oh, but it feels so right,Y/N," he purrs, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. "Like two pieces of a puzzle finally fitting together."One hand slides down to cup your ass, giving it a possessive squeeze through your clothing."Admit it," Gojo growls, his voice rough with desire. " You've wanted this for just as long as I have. Wanted me."He claims your mouth in a searing kiss, plundering the depths with his tongue, swallowing your gasp of surprise. His other hand tangles in your hair, holding you captive as he devours you.i melt into the kiss, my resolve crumbling under the onslaught of sensations. my hands fist in his shirt as i return the kiss with equal fervor. a moan escapes me as he deepens it, my body trembling with need.

" Gojo… stop.. " you pant between kisses, Gojo breaks the kiss, his chest heaving as he looks down at you with a wicked gleam in his ocean-blue eyes.

"Not until I've had my fill, sweetheart," he rasps, his fingers deftly working open the buttons of your blouse. "And I'm far from satisfied." He pushes the fabric aside to reveal your lacy bra, his gaze raking over your breasts with undisguised hunger."So beautiful," Gojo murmurs, leaning in to nuzzle the swell of your cleavage. "I knew you'd be perfect." With a swift motion, he unhooks your bra and tosses it carelessly aside, exposing your rosy nipples to his hungry gaze. He closes his mouth around one, suckling greedily as his hand kneads the other.

A sharp cry escapes you as pleasure courses through your veins,hips buck involuntarily, you thread your fingers through his hair, holding him close as he suck your breast. your anger ar him dissolving" Fuck…"Gojo releases your nipple with a wet pop, his lips trailing up your neck to nip at your earlobe."That's it, baby," he groans, grinding his erection against your hip. "Let go for me. I'll make you forget all about your rage." His hands roam your curves, squeezing and caressing every inch of exposed skin. He reaches down to palm your sex through your pants, rubbing firmly. "So wet already," Gojo praises, his thumb finding your clit and circling it. "You're dripping for me, aren't you?" Without waiting for an answer, he sinks to his knees, yanking your pants and underwear down in one swift motion. He buries his face between your thighs, licking and sucking at your folds with abandon.

" Gojo..what-…"you moan looking at him between your thighs. Gojo looks up at you with a mischievous glint in his eye, his chin glistening with your arousal.

"What do you think I'm doing, Y’N"he asks, his voice muffled by your pussy. "Giving you what you really want?"He dives back in, his tongue delving deep inside you as he fucks you with it, curling and twisting to hit all your sensitive spots. His nose brushes against your clit with each thrust, sending jolts of pleasure through your core. "Mmm, taste how sweet you are," Gojo hums, savoring your flavor. "I could eat this pretty cunt all day." You throw your head back, lost in the intese sensations, your nails dig into his scalp as you hold him in place, riding his face.

" Oh fuck…… "whimpering, your thighs starting to tremble, the pressure building in your intensifies with each stroke of his talented tongue.Gojo doubles his efforts, his tongue pistoning in and out of you at a frantic pace. He adds a finger, pumping it in time with his oral assault, stretching and filling you.

"That's it, come for me," he urges, his voice vibrating against your clit. "Soak my face with your juices. " He curls his finger inside you, rubbing that magical spot that makes your vision blur and toes curl. The combination of his relentless tongue and probing digit sends you hurtling towards climax."Fuuuck, you taste incredible when you cum," Gojo growls, lapping up your essence as your orgasm crashes over you in waves. "Drink it all in, baby."You scream, your body convulsing as the most intense orgasm of my life rips through you, unaware of yours legs wrapping around his head, holding him close as you ride out the aftershocks.

" Gojo… "you pant, still trembling with pleasure. Gojo slowly pulls away, his lips and chin glistening with your cum. He sits back on his heels, admiring the sight of you sprawled out before him, flushed and panting. "You look stunning like that," he says, his voice low and husky. "Completely ravished." He stands up, towering over you as he undoes his belt and shoves his pants down, freeing his thick cock. It bobs heavily, already leaking pre-cum."I hope you're ready for round two, because I'm not done with you yet," Gojo declares"I intend to fuck you senseless until you can't remember your own name." " Bedroom. Now. " Gojo smirks, picking you up effortlessly and tossing you over his shoulder. "As you wish, princess." He strides purposefully out of the kitchen, heading straight for the bedroom. Once there, he tosses you onto the mattress, looming over you with a predatory gleam in his eyes."Now, where were we?" he purrs, crawling up your body to pin you beneath him. "Ah yes, I believe I promised to fuck you senseless…" With that, he claims your mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue plundering depths as his hips grind against yours, aligning his throbbing cock with your entrance. You moan into the kiss, your hands coming up to tangle in his hair while you wrap yours legs around his waist, trying to draw him closer.Gojo breaks the kiss, his chest heaving as he gazes down at you with burning intensity. "Look at you, so eager for my cock," he growls approvingly, reaching between your bodies to line himself up. With a single powerful thrust, he sheathes himself fully inside you, a low grunt escaping him at the exquisite sensation of your tight heat enveloping him. "Fuck, you feel amazing," he rasps, beginning to move. He sets a punishing pace, pounding into you with reckless abandon. The bed creaks and slams against the wall with each forceful drive, the sound mingling with your cries of pleasure.

"That's right, take it," Gojo snarls, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. "This is what you needed, isn't it?" you cry out an "Yes", overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of his thrusts. Your nails rake down his back as you try to anchor yourself against the onslaught. Gojo leans down, capturing your mouth again in a brutal kiss as he continues to rail into you. His hips snap forward with each thrust, the head of his cock slamming against your cervix. "You love this, don't you?" he grunts against your lips, his hot breath fanning over your face. "Loving every inch of my cock buried deep inside you."One hand slides up your side to palm your breast, squeezing the soft flesh roughly. His thumb flicks over your nipple, sending sparks of pleasure-pain shooting through you."Gojo…wait…i ca-" you moan so hard with pleasure.

"That's it, scream for me,"Gojo commands, his voice rough with lust. "Let everyone know who's fucking you stupid right now." "Fuck Gojo…you feel so good…."moaning while his stupid words makes you so aroused.

Gojo's grip on your hip tightens, his fingers digging into your flesh as he pistons in and out of you at a relentless tempo. The bed bangs wildly against the wall with each forceful thrust, the headboard slamming against the ceiling. "You want more, don't you?" he taunts, his voice a low, seductive growl. "Want me to fill this pussy up until you can't walk straight?"He reaches down, his fingers finding your swollen clit and rubbing firm circles around the sensitive nub. The added stimulation sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your veins. "That's it, cum on my cock," Gojo demands, his thrusts growing even more aggressive. Your whole body tenses, on the verge of climax.Gojo’s relentless pace and the pressure on your clit push you over the edge.

"Oh god, oh fuck, I'm…I'm..! "you scream, vision going white as a massive orgasm crashes over you. Gojo's eyes widen slightly as he feels your pussy clench around him like a vice, milking his cock with intense suction. He groans deeply, the sound muffled by his teeth biting down on his lower lip.

"Fuuuck,baby…so good…such a good girl…" he gasps, his rhythm faltering for a moment as he battles to maintain control "So tight…you're gonna make me-"A few more erratic thrusts and then Gojo throws his head back with a guttural roar, his cock pulsing violently as he erupts inside you. Thick ropes of cum paint your insides, filling you to the brim as he rides out his climax. "Shit…so good," he pants, collapsing on top of you in a sweaty heap, his softening member still buried deep within your spasming channel.

After care here

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ch. xxii - peter

cursed!jongho × reader

genre : mythology!au, smau

rating : mature; crude jokes and filthy language

tw : jokes about illegal substances (cannabis), jongho being sentimental, talks about natural death

wc : 2 k

buy me coffee ?

so long i've been here, so long are the stories i've written. of what i gathered and lost, loneliness becomes me and pain refuse to depart from me. i've embraced that which ate me away so when you came along, i had no part of me left to give.

Never in a million years would you have imagined to be in this spot. Seeing your boss, the same guy who not four weeks ago had blatantly told you to keep your personal and professional apart just because you were texting your grand uncle about his stiff joints, in your house with takeout. Well, your grand uncle's house, but still, it was your quarters and he was acting so casual with you. This was not the only casual thing, as he showed up in a big, fluffy hoodie and dark sweatpants, completely taking you off guard. It wasn't like you were expecting him to be wearing suits or business-casual outfits so late, it was just that you had never seen him so comfortable.

"I hope you don't mind Chinese food. I've been craving it, especially noodles for some reason," Jongho said as he slowly pulled containers of food out of the plastic bag. The smell was mouth-watering but it didn't deter you enough to skip over the main issue. "How long have you been craving Chinese food, Jongho? 200 years?" your eyes dart along the five side dish containers on top of the two noodle containers before you.

Sheepishly, Jongho chuckled as he scratched the back of his head, "Well, I didn't know what you like so..." "You got a whole page of the menu?" you finished for him, still looking incredulous. Jongho simply shrugged, "If we don't finish this, we can split the remaining food and keep them as leftovers. Easy." Though he made a point, you still couldn't believe that he had bought so much on his first time stepping into your house. "Even the leftovers would be too much," you grumbled despite looking over the food and thinking about which one to pick first. "If you can't finish this, you can always share with your uncle," Jongho suggested as he dropped himself on the other end of the couch with his noodles, his feet tucked under his thighs as he sat cris-crossed. You settled into a mirroring position, also with your own noodles before you pressed play on your paused movie, Captain America: The First Avenger. "First of all, it's grand uncle, and no I can't share with him because he's old and the doctor is limiting his sodium intake severely so I'm just gonna put this in my fridge," you explained.

Although you lived with your grand uncle, he was nice enough to realize that once you became an adult, you wanted your own space and due to his mobility issue, he decided to give the whole second floor to yourself while he stayed on the first floor. He had assured that you had your own little apartment on the second floor what with your own bedroom, your own kitchen, your own living room and your own bathroom. He had allowed you to transform his entire second floor and all he asked of you was to just not bother him because he needed his rest. So you usually see him maybe four times a week because your schedules tend to make you very occupied outside, but with the help of the caretaker, you were able to be sure that he was doing just fine. When he wasn't cranky.

"I think I saw him earlier while we were going up. It sucks he can't eat this but that just means there's more for you," Jongho said between bites, "Let me tell you, once MSG was introduced, it was just like what happened with cannabis." The way he said the word cocaine so casually made you almost choke your food, but you managed to only cough twice before swallowing and talking, "What the hell do you mean cannabis??" you asked, both scandalized and surprised. "Well," Jongho paused to swallow a mouthful of tangsuyuk he had dipped in sauce, "We used to cook with cannabis leaves because back then we didn't know it was narcotics because there weren't any classifications back then, we just considered it edible weed so we make dishes out of them and where I'm from, cannabis leaves were everywhere." You were still amazed at the newfound revelation when Jongho suddenly chuckled to himself, grinning fondly, "I remember when I was... twelve or something, my younger brother and I just came back from school, we were hungry and he was particularly emotional because he had gotten in trouble from fighting with some kid. We got back home and our mom made these amazing steamed cabbage rolls with ground beef and what I later found out was cannabis leaves. It was one of the fondest memories I had of home. Just being a kid, trying to be a policeman. I usually make that dish from time to time out of homesickness but then it all stopped after 1976 because cannabis was made illegal so I haven't had it in quite some time."

There was an aura shrouding Jongho, something that felt more like nostalgia and longing with a hint of hurt. But you didn't dare to point that out as you were afraid of poking him on a sore spot. So you decided to go another direction, "So is that what you want, cheech? You want to smoke some MJ?" you teased. Jongho immediately turned to look at you with an exasperated look before sighing, "Of course not, I'm being sentimental here! Besides, the drug use now was nothing compared to how it was back then. There were no prohibition or anything so it was somewhat fine as long as it was controlled, but when I first got my police training, I did see some cases of people tripping in restaurants or getting into fights due to hallucinations in the street, they were a handful," he snickered, remembering a particular memory of a guy who was tripping and he was thinking that a witch poisoned his tea when in fact his wife had spiked it to get him to confess to adultery.

"Do you miss your life before? Your... original life, I mean," you couldn't help but ask after seeing Jongho being so... Enthused from talking about his life. Jongho paused mid-bite, surprised that you would ask that. To be honest, Jongho never thought about that particular question before. Sure, he thought about his past life rather often but it was never about if he missed his old life or not. He reminisced because he had been through a lot for quite some time, but he wasn't sure if he particularly missed it.

"Well... I miss my mom... And my dad... And my little brother... I don't miss the way people usually die after forty or fifty or from the common cold and I don't miss the way we have to walk for two weeks to get to a whole different city because we had to walk everywhere," Jongho stated, giving you a bit of an understanding. Then you pursed your lips, "I've never asked you this... But what did your parents do? How was your little brother like?" "My parents had an apothecary. My dad had connection to China where he import special herbs and medicine so he was able to get under the king's radar and so it simplified my application to the police academy. My little brother, that little copycat, seeing me working decided that he wanted to become a policeman too. He thought, and I quote, 'if you out of all stubborn people could do it, I can do it better,' which is absolutely infuriating," he chuckled.

As his chuckle died, you saw his face relax and his smile faltered as his gaze dropped to the coffee table in front of you, "I never got to see him graduating from the academy. Last I heard, he was given a prestigious honour and my parents were so proud that they held a celebration for him. The same way they did when I also graduated and got a recognition honour from the palace itself," he said, this time with a tone that conveyed his sadness.

Truly, at that moment all you wanted was to reach over and pull him into your arms, comforting him. But you knew you couldn't, you knew you shouldn't because you weren't sure how he was going to react. So instead, you straightened up and scooted closer to him to the point that your knees were touching. Realizing your attempt to comfort him, Jongho cracked a grin and shook his head in slight embarrassment, "Sorry, didn't mean to make the mood sour. I just... I never got to talk about this to anyone who might understand, you know?" You furrowed your eyebrows slightly, "Don't you talk to your friends about this?" to which he scoffed, "The fabled creatures? Sure. They don't grow up, they were created to be that way. Even the guardians, were once human but upon their tragic and unfair death, they were given the choice to become guardians and when they agreed their memories and feelings over their mortal lives were wiped out. Sure, Seonghwa hyung allows them to read their Book, but since their feelings were wiped, they don't really feel attachment. So when I talk about my past life, when I talk about how I miss certain things, they're all up on me talking about how I should be glad that I get to feel the modern age, they try to push me to focus on the silver lining which is more beneficial, yes, but-" "Sometimes you need to weep and wallow," you finished, surprising Jongho.

Now, there was a sad smile on your face as you nodded in understanding. "I know, I get it," you simply said, reaching forward to pat him on the knee. You wanted to tell him how sometimes you also just hole yourself up in your room and cry about your parents. You tried talking to Mingi about this but he couldn't understand, he kept telling you about how knowing your parents wasn't always a good thing since he barely knew his dad. So you tried talking to Liz and Wonyoung but of course, coming from a functional family, they can't understand your need to cry yourself out sometimes and instead, they kept telling you to be happy. Taehyun and Hyunjin... Well, they were simply out of the question. But This, knowing that someone you least expected was sharing your perspective, was surprising but also comforting. You couldn't help but see Jongho in a different light and no, it wasn't just because your lightbulb gave Jongho this soft, almost boyish glow with his glimmering eyes filled with contentment and cheeks a rosy hue from baring his feelings.

As to not turn the moment depressing, you cleared your throat and nodded towards the TV. "Not gonna lie, it's kind of intriguing that both you and I can open a grief support group with Captain America there," you pointed out. Jongho raised an eyebrow, unsure as to what you meant, "The guy in spandex holding a trash lid? How so?" You gasped loudly and smacked your thigh, "Trash lid?? That's his shield! That thing is made out of vibranium and he's just so super strong- Okay, no, we need to get to the bottom of this, oh my God, I will not shut up until you completely understand," you positioned yourself so you were sitting facing Jongho as he groaned and dropped his head back, "Do I want to know what a vibranium is?" "Yes, of course!" you exclaimed excitedly while Jongho pretended to sob.

You two ended up watching The Avengers after that while you gave your commentary and explained things so Jongho would understand. Jongho, despite not really wanting to know, found himself rather intrigued with the band of superheroes and even asking questions, engaging actively whilst paying attention, even commenting how Hawkeye should've been dead at least 20 times because a real arrow and a real archer would not have been able to do a repeat shooting and in exchange, he explained how archery works to you.

It was a dramatic shift in conversation but that night, you two got to know each other and after a long time, Jongho finally let a new person into his life, genuinely in and not just because he had something he needed. And he couldn't be more glad to have his stoic stance proven wrong by you out of all people.

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Hi Sarah! Hope you are well! I will be in Japan on January 15th, so i can't lose the incredibile opportunity to go to the concert. I waited for the general lottery hoping that it would be aviable on the international e+ stite, but unfortunatley it seems it is not the case.

I tryed with sos japan but they are not answering me, and with bridge but they told me they are full or requests and so can't help me.

I would appreciate it very much if you can suggest me something to get these tickets. Thank you!

Hello there!

I am so sorry for the late reply. You sent this while I was travelling last week so I didn't notice the new message in my inbox. I am happy to hear that you will be in Japan next January. Of course you'd want to use that opportunity to attend the Kalafina, I totally understand.

However, I am afraid we are already at a point where it's pretty tricky to get tickets.

Ticket sales are scheduled for the following dates: ■Wakana/KEIKO Fan Club Advanced Lottery October 10, 2024, 11:00 - October 20, 23:59 ■Hikaru X (formerly Twitter) Advanced Lottery October 25, 11:00 - November 4, 23:59 ■General Ticket Lottery November 9, 11:00 - November 11, 23:59 ■General Sale November 16, 10:00 -

We have gone through all the ticketing stages and it appears like there are no more tickets left on the e+ general sale. This is actually quite surprising since I didn't expect the concert to be sold out so quickly. The venue is huge and judging from everyone's dismissive reactions on Twitter, I had assumed that not many people were actually planning to attend. Guess the mood on Twitter didn't reflect the high demand of the general public.

From what I could tell, almost everyone who applied for the Wakana/KEIKO fan club ticket lotteries won a ticket so they must have had a lot of tickets available for those. A majority of all fan club members seems to have made use of that preliminary lottery because for the subsequent Hikaru lottery, there were quite a few people who didn't manage to win a ticket. The same applies to the general lottery. I saw several tweets of people being sad that they didn't win anything during that. Unfortunately, the general lottery period was very short so it would have been necessary to contact SOSJapan or a similar service very early in advance to figure out what you needed.

The general sale was over super quickly too so there are currently no official options available.

They might have plans to offer some left-over tickets on the overseas e+ site but they haven't announced anything yet in that regard. Knowing Space Craft, they will totally ignore Kalafina's overseas fanbase so I wouldn't count on that....

I know that a lot of tickets were bought by shady resellers who are now offering them for crazy prices on some random sites but for one, that's illegal so I wouldn't recommend going down that route and two, it would be a real hassle for a foreigner to even get their hands on one of those resold tickets so meh, not the best idea.

Your best bet right now is to ask around in fandom spaces and see if anyone got spare tickets. The good news is that many people applied for more than one ticket (myself included). The bad news is that most of those people will already have found someone to give their extra tickets to (myself included).

I will ask here on this blog and see if anyone can offer a spare ticket to you. If there's no one, you will have to ask around on other sites. You should probably check out the cantaperme forum or a number of different Kalafina Facebook communities and a post on Twitter can't hurt either (although you'll have to tag everything properly so the post reaches a good amount of people).

【Request】 Kalafina Anniversary Ticket

Does anyone still have a spare ticket for the upcoming Kalafina Anniversary Live? If you do, please contact me or @red------moon directly. Thank you!

【Update】 Spare Ticket Found

Great news! @hadi-sama has some spare tickets and is offering them to fellow loyal fans who are still in need of one. Thank you so much for your swift reply! @red------moon, please be sure to contact either me or him ASAP to figure out all the details. Thank you!

[birdsbeesknees]

This is for people feeling like this living with conservatives! I am not a professional in psychology. This is just from personal experience.

- Find as many ways to not be around the “home” conservatives. That being the ones you live with or are connected too. Wether or not you wanna avoid the ones outside of that is up to you. For me it’s easier cause it’s like “sweet freedom on a stick I don’t give a damn I am ALIIIVE” when I’m on my own. Obviously avoid the alt right. If you have a car you can get a job to save money to move out, go to the library, go to a park, all kinds of stuff. If you don’t, I’m assuming you’re probably a minor, but for my folks that are adults I’ll leave you with some other stuff after this. For the minors, sign up to as many school activities as you can. Band is all year round and gay as hell. Most sports are seasonal though. Also stay at friends houses, and if you’re grades are good enough you can be an after school tutor. For my adults with no car, try getting a bicycle, or a friend with a car. Also you can read fantasy of fiction novels a lot. I know that sounds weird but they really do suck you into other worlds. Also see about living with someone else if you can.

- Get as many distractions in your life as possible. And make sure they’re healthy. Reading, writing, running, birdwatching, sewing, making music. Make it a challenge to get as many things in your life that distract you and make you happy. Bonus points if they make others happy.

- Journal your feelings out. Find some healthy way to express your feelings. And make sure you’re doing it a lot so it doesn’t back up. Also if you’re being really real in this expression make sure you hide it like SUPER well from the home conservatives. And I mean really really well. Like writing your diary in a language they don’t know well.

- Make sure you have people around that love you for who you actually are. Have their numbers written down on paper in case your device gets taken away. Make friends that see you for who you are and love you. Go to events that you think will have people like that there.

- Make sure you’re doing the baseline things where you live with your folks to keep them from getting angry. Chores, keeping up with schoolwork, whatever it is.

- Don’t ever bring up any political topics around them, at least don’t do this if you know they’re not gonna change.

- Never argue, just confront or politely disagree. No name calling, assuming how they feel, or telling them how they feel. Avoid arguments on the whole, just confront. As in healthily tell them there’s an issue. If they get rowdy stick to what I said about no name calling and all that other jazz. And stay CALM.

- If you hear them talking about you behind your back, only listen in if it’s for your safety. If not I stick to this motto “it is not worth it in this lifetime or any others” because it’s really not.

- Do whatever possible (no matter how far away a move out is) to save money to move out. Save up money in general tbh. When I say whatever possible though I don’t mean harm yourself or others.

- Don’t risk coming out unless you’ve moved out or if they’ve changed FOR SURE. I repeat, do not come out to them while living with them unless you know they’re completely safe. Which if you’re reading this all the way through probably not.

- Remember that their opinions aren’t the be all end all. That you’re not completely alone and there’s a whole world out there on your side. There really is.

Again I am not in a lot of trumps main communities he targets hate towards (although I am in some) and I’m also not a professional in psychology so if any of this was problematic please let me know.

I hope none of you disappear in the coming days. Seriously don't do anything that can't be undone.

[creative-kny-fics]

My dude, I am on a mission to find more Lee!Gyokko content, but it seems I’m the only one to have made that a thing…

So if you could..

would you pretty..

PRETTY please make a TK fic of Lee!Gyokko with any ler?

I ask you because you’re one of the best TK writers I know 🥹🙏

Aaaaw, you're so sweet! Honestly, I don't consider myself a good writer, because I have different ways/methods of writing long stories, but it's nice that you think that about me. Sure, no problem! (stop creating art because you give me more ideas)

Gyokko's live reaction lol

First Fic:

Ler: Muichiro Tokito

Lee: Gyokko (UpperMoon 5)

Well well, let's start this, straight to the fight, Muichiro already had his new katana so now the fight was serious, at least like that in the anime.

'Now, prostrate yourself before my beauty!', he received no response.

Muichiro just stared at him, stunned when he started yelling at him, although he remained calm, saying that he had told him many minutes ago to shut up, and to finish...

'I'm not surprised by what you've done'.

He tried to hit, a single blow and that little boy would have turned into a pile of fish, fortunately he is not just any little boy, he is a hashira, so it was not that difficult for him to dodge that attack.

'What's happening? Are you going to hide in a tree? I thought trees were prohibited in the playground...'

'No, I just climbed up here so I wouldn't be around your disgusting smell, take a shower, don't you think you need it?'

Muichiro looked closely, for a demon, it was one of the strangest he had ever encountered, it was half fish and half human? Or what the hell was it?

Whatever it was, I noticed something about him, that was... A belly button...?

It was probably the most human thing he had, and he was curious, it was something strange, honestly.

'What's happening? Do you finally appreciate my true beauty?'

'You don't have any beauty, honestly, I'm just curious... And what is that?'

'That?! What are you implying?! I am a perfect creature! I have no imperfections! How dare you?! You're going to-!', as I said before, was probably the only human thing Gyokko had.

As soon as he touched what for Gyokko was an "imperfection", his figure changed from being a large, long snake to being something similar to a sea slug, in Muichiro's words.

'What happened to me...? No, this is inconceivable, what the hell is this?!', and yes, Gyokko had no idea what had happened to him.

He felt a chill, something that made him turn that way, and if it wasn't humiliating enough, he felt the hashira that he HAD TO KILL pick him up and look at him curiously, as if he were a dog or a baby.

'What? What happened to you? I don't see you as threatening anymore, huh, now you're so easy to crush...'

'GET ME DOWN YOU FUCKING BRAT, IF YOU DON'T GET ME DOWN I'LL TEAR YOUR ARM OFF!'

'Oh really? In that situation? With that size? I only did this and made you this size, will it be that if I do it again, you will shrink more and more until you just disappear?'

That was ridiculous, there was no way for that to happen, she just took it unnoticed, just that, this "humiliation" would not let him pass, but what do you think...

As soon as he wanted to regain his size, the same movement, the same feeling of before, but this time he had the impulse to use his tail to try to stop the boy's arm, was it strange for him? Definitely

'I understand what's going on, you're ticklish, who knew, your only weaknesses were supposed to be the nichirin katanas and the sun... I think I just discovered a new one, hah, how ironic...~'

'Yo-yohou're wrohohong...! I a-am... I am ahahaha... Pe-peheherfehehehect crehehahahat-tuhuhure...!'

'Whatever you say, you're not going to deny that at some point you were human and part of those sensations stayed with you, of course, if at some point you were human because you look like a fish...'

'Dahahahamn bra-brahahat!! I-I'll kihihill y-yohohou!!', I don't think so, at least not at the moment

Did you think it was bad? Na-ah, Muichiro was just playing with him, he was just putting his hands up his sides, he didn't even have to hold him up, his tail didn't leave his arm and if he did, he would fall, so, he wasn't running away or anything like that.

'Who knew... Heh, weren't you a powerful creature? Because I see that you are falling apart at a few small, light touches...'

'Fu-fuhuckihihing li-lihahahahar!!'

'Heh, what if I do this again?'

As I said, Muichiro was just playing with the demon, all he had to do was put his finger in its navel again for the grip on its tail and its desire to escape to increase.

Hah, Muichiro was having fun, it was kind of weird, but how many chances would a hashira have of defeating a demon just by doing this?

He may leave him if he accepts his defeat, he may not, everything will be in the hands of the hashira

Second Fic:

Ler: Douma (UpperMoon 2)

Lee: Gyokko (UpperMoon 5)

'But Muzan-Sama! I have something that will surely make you happy and closer to your dreams!'

'I care little. Do you think that shit can make me happy? Then take that information and leave once and for all with Hantengu to wherever you got that information, if I find out it's false, you're going to pay for it, get out of my sight!'

Nakime strummed her biwa and Muzan simply disappeared, leaving his "subordinate" on the ground, oh how bad, at least there was someone who cared about him, more or less.

'Dear Gyokko, why don't you share that information with me?'

'Eeeeh, I don't think that's a good idea...'

'Come on Gyokko, I want to know too! Share the information with...-!', tell you what happened?

Well, Akaza approached him, he was not willing to deal with his bullshit, the indication was clear that only Gyokko and Hantengu knew that information, so it irritated him that his higher rank was trying to find out, something that, for Akaza, he had no right.

'Has Muzan-Sama given you orders? He was clear, only Gyokko and Hantengu can know, why don't you go back to your stupid cult before I hit you again?!'

And yes, the scene continues with "normality", Kokushibo scolding Akaza for "slapping" his superior, Douma excusing Akaza, saying that it is his way of playing and so on, making the pink-haired demon more angry.

Kokushibo gave Akaza one last warning before leaving, which Akaza also did when Douma tried to speak to him again.

'Biwa woman, would you do me the favor of taking me and Hantengu to-! ACK!'

'Hey hey Gyokko, I haven't finished talking to you! Go ahead, I can be of great help to you!'

'Eeeeh, I think Akaza-Sama and Muzan-Sama were very clear...'

'Ooooh, do you want me to get the information out of you the hard way? It's fine with me!'

This was just a game for Douma, I think we all know that whatever the opportunity, he will tickle his partner, whether to annoy him or just because he's bored.

'Come on Gyokko, tell me the information! I promise not to tell anyone!'

'I CAHAHAN'T!! HAHANTEHENGU!! HEHELP MEHEHEHE!!'

'HEYIA! D-don't get me into that Gyokko!'

'It looks like you're alone... Come on, just tell me! I promise you won't even notice me! I just want to know!', and in some part, just bother him

Gyokko wasn't having a good time, why? I think we've already seen that Douma seems to have claws instead of nails, adding to the fact that he is a demon and that any damage that Gyokko did to him would simply regenerate, well, needless to say...

'Really? Are you going to continue being stubborn? Oh wow... I guess I'll continue then...'

'NOHOHOHO!! NA-NAKIHIMEHEHE!! GE-GET ME OHOHUT OF HEHEHEREEEE!!'

'Biwa woman, don't pay attention to him, he's fine!'

Nakime was already annoyed, so without listening to Douma, she ripped her biwa again and sent Gyokko and Hantengu in the direction

In turn, she gave another strum to send Douma back to his cult, finally peace and tranquility for her

Third fic:

Lee: Gyokko

Lers: Aizetsu, Sekido, Urogi and Karaku (Hantengu Clones)

'Remind me why...? AYIE! I-I UNDERSTAND...!', let's go back to what happened a little.

Gyokko and Hantengu were calmly, everything relaxed, everything calm, even if the demons did not need to rest, it was a moment of tranquility, at least for Gyokko

No idea why he would have suddenly looked for his partner to rub his head and belly, nor that he was a dog to be doing that, but, to each his own.

'Gyokko... Can I go now...?'

'No, did I tell you to stop? No, right? So continue', on top of that they help him, he treats him like that.

But well, although Hantengu is a fearful person, he was not someone with that much patience, so, after so much time and having to endure Gyokko's verbal abuse, he simply got fed up.

'What is that light...?'

Yes, well, it wasn't a situation where Hantengu was in danger as such but, someone had to stop Gyokko, so he simply let out his clones, who looked quite displeased with what was done by his "subordinate"

'Since when does a lower rank than us have the right to treat us badly, eh?'

'Someone should teach you manners, so you stop being a spoiled bitch who thinks can have everything on a silver platter.'

'I feel sorry for you, but I'll have to obey them, I'm sorry, Gyokko...', honestly, he wasn't sorry.

Gyokko was already in a nice position, so it wasn't difficult for them to have to immobilize him and so on, he was literally crying out for it.

'WHAHAT THE HEHEHELL?! WHE-WHERE IS HAHAHANTEHENGUHUHU?!'

'We, in a certain part, are Hantengu now you're screwed, I don't think you'll die from this, besides, you have more hands than us, not taking them out is your problem'

'IDIHOHOTS!!'

'Hah, insult all you want, but you're not safe from this...'

Anything worse? Nah well, first, his nails weren't that sharp but, if they were long enough to carry him into the story, added to the fact that Urogi has claws, literally, and has feathers, well, you can imagine.

[randomfoggytiger]

I don’t want to believe… You would think that Mulder would not blatantly give up searching for HIS SON, William, after he found out Scully had put him up for adoption. First reason why this doesn’t make sense: He spent 27 years searching for his sister. She was abducted by a shadow government group with lots of power to manipulate him and Scully, but that didn’t deter him from searching. So why stop with William? Second reason: Seeing Scully tormented by her decision—which in many fanfics caused their relationship to end—would have motivated Mulder to take action because he is very protective of her. Third reason: Although the LGM are gone (another bullshit concoction of CC to kill off beloved characters for no reason), it’s hard to fathom that Mulder doesn’t have other friends or allies who could hack into the adoption system to track down his son. I would love to get your thoughts on this. For me, the series ended in season 8, but they made season 9, IWTB, and the revival seasons so I have to ask… I love reading the different perspectives of how it all went by the many talented fanfic writers, but I haven’t read any that takes these points into consideration. Please point me to them if you know of any!

THANKS! =)

I think what CC was going for was a two-fold decision:

Scully lost faith in herself, and gave up William

Mulder lost faith in himself, came back to dead friends and his son gone, and resigned himself to execution

This doesn't work for a couple of reasons:

Mulder wouldn't have left in the first place, even if Scully had begged him (see Redux II, there are some things his conscience won't allow)

Scully wouldn't have given up her son through a private adoption, given Emily's history with adoption and the Consortium

Now, would Mulder have stopped the adoption? TLG were alive when it happened, right? But he wasn't told about William's placement until after their deaths and his imprisonment-- meaning, the only time we see him react-ish to his son's adoption was after he'd lost sight of himself and was sitting sadly waiting for execution (I think?)

On the one hand, TLG and Danny from the FBI were shown to be his only "get 'er done" contacts; and Danny wouldn't be an option after Mulder and Scully took to the road. However, that never stopped Mulder if he wanted to get information: he's more likely to break and enter than let the matter rest (his entire mission during Season 9, for example.)

My guess would be: he didn't retrieve William because he knew there was no life for his son on the run. How would he go to school? How would he get his necessary medical appointments? How would he make friends and live the life he needed? It would be different if they went on the run together, of course; but that didn't happen.

However, the above logical explanation doesn't take into account the fact that Mulder and Scully know their son's privacy would be invaded even if the adoption were closed. Just as I think Scully would have decided against a closed adoption-- she would've, at least, had TLG find her suitable parents on the down-low-- and just as I think Mulder wouldn't have left to begin with, so, too, do I think both would have heard information while on the run that made them double back to protect William's safety. Or Mulder would have anticipated it and told Scully, and both would have hoped their son would be okay. In that case, that anxiety would need to be addressed in IWTB and the Revival, i.e. Mulder finding a contact to trace the closed adoption and constantly checking up on his son (via computer) from the Unremarkable House. And Scully would have sanctioned these measures and been just as overprotective.

But guess what? IWTB throws a wrench in that plan: Mulder basically acknowledges the FBI knows where his hiding spot is (roughly) and decided to leave him alone for... five years? Why, then, didn't he try to get back his son? If he and Scully were on the road one year and in housing the rest... why not at least look into his son's adoption? Did he? If so, the writers neglected to mention that.

Here comes the sticky problem: I can see Mulder, unable to challenge the adoption (wanted fugitive, hello), having to resign himself to the hope that his son was happy after a few years. We see him let 'Samantha' go in Redux II-- back to the Cancer man, even-- because she chose to. He will let people do what they think is best, but he won't forget. And after 2012 passes, there's no way he stays away from his son (especially after the Revival practically states his depression wasn't linked to 2012.)

Realistically? William would have been snagged years before the Revival. And even though Scully thought she'd cured him with magic rocks (getouttahere), both she and Mulder know William is a liability (in S9) to all factions: one of them would have found and exterminated him, easily, just to tie up loose ends. Mulder and Scully would have to be profoundly stupid people to believe otherwise. Moreover, I don't think Mulder would be as trusting to William's safety after Skinner told him his son had been adopted: I think it would have made him paranoid, and snapped him out of his funk-- because even when down in the depths of the dumps, Mulder will set aside his issues to protect someone else. And William, per this information, needed to be protected. And let's say he pushes the issue: Scully either pushes back, and he respects her decision; or Scully gives in, persuaded by his arguments. Both are left up to the skill of the script; but logically his arguments would be pretty sound.

I'm sure I could come up with ten ways to Sunday how the adoption could have fallen out, so consider this one possibility. ;))))

[favvn]

being a contrarian under the cut, apparently. look away, sigh, and shake your head at me in disappointment, etc. what is this blog if not my corner of the internet?

call me an old-fashioned grouch or joyless ghoul but i did not need a 10 minute short film that utilized ai (if not plain cgi, which is better in my mind and yes there's a difference owing to the teams of people involved, although it can still create the uncanny valley) to recreate the likeness of leonard nimoy* and did whatever it did to william shatner (uncanny valley, i gaze upon ye with an uneasy heart!) in order to "canonize" k/s** for me or to finally depict a happy, reunited ending for them from the official creators and their heirs. there's no soul or life to be truly seen in their faces in the short and it hurts because nimoy and shatner are phenomenal actors who know how to subtly (or not-so subtly given shatner's use of melodrama lol) depict emotion. imagine, watching an actor you know excels at subtle emotional reactions (kirk's eyes as sarek initiates that meld! everyone jokes about kirk looking at spock with heart eyes but that was billiam just reacting!) and seeing nothing but flickers and half-starts owing to de-aging from a computer program that still cannot truly recreate the depth of human emotion.

*there's so much to be said about consent and a person's legacy with ai especially (cgi is not blameless in this either if it was just straight computer graphics. dead actors do not get to grant their consent over their image, their heirs do) i do not believe for a minute that nimoy would've supported such a thing had he been alive and with us today. shatner, yes--because he doesn't care! he honestly doesn't care about his image in any respect, at any point in his career, no matter his reputation as an egomaniac (playing a racist bigot in the intruder when his prior filmography was spotty at best was a risk, his spoken word albums that he took so earnestly originally despite people laughing at them from the go, the man himself has lampshaded how far making an ass of himself has gotten him), believe it or not. god grant me that mindset, please--but not nimoy. nimoy always cared more.

**air quotes because it is vague, no words are exchanged between them, just the holding of hands that acts as a direct homage to the motion picture's "this simple feeling" scene. again, i know i should be happy about it but it just left me with such a sour feeling. we had to wait until now to do this? we had how many years of nimoy being with us prior to his death but what, now the timing is right? it's disappointing that this wasn't offered sooner, when nimoy was still alive. i can live with shatner being shatner, but the issue of nimoy and who controls the image and likeness of the dead bothers me.

i don't know how else to phrase it, but for me, fandom isn't invalidated by a lack of acceptance or direct canonization from the source material's creators or even a belated course-correction for a long-standing storyline. i realize i should be happy about what this short means for kirk and spock given what the later movies to do them (but if i don't ever watch them, then they simply do not exist to me, right? right! that's the beauty of choosing what parts of canon to accept for fanon and k/s have plenty of canon story to them prior to those later films) but this fandom has already built its legacy without the capital C of Canon from the creators and their heirs given its longevity and the sheer amount of transformative works from the past 57 years (look at the fics that are set in the period after the 5 year mission that seek to understand how kirk and spock separated since the film did not address it, but fans saw that gap and wanted to fill it), and there are some things that become lost when nuance and plausible deniability become exchanged for certainty and only one possible lens to view from, not that i necessarily believe this short does that because as i said it is a callback to tmp and it is clearly meant for the fans, otherwise it wouldn't have been a 10 minute standalone short.

and it isn't lost on me that i've seen the posts on here arguing against the need for canon k/s only to see the overwhelming support for this short as their canonization. it feels hypocritical, especially given the looming issue of, "do you really trust a corporation to handle their relationship with the love and care that the fandom has? what will become lost if this is a sign for further canonization in another series?", although it's understandable why so many people would love this short film and change their minds, on top of it is as nebulous as "this simple feeling" and the t'hy'la footnote in how they do not speak any word of love. i love that the in-between that k/s exists in will always be ours <3

i really am happy that this short is bringing so much joy to people given the times we're living in, but it really did not do anything positive for me, despite hoping otherwise. (i really cannot overstate my issues about nimoy and seeing shatner look so stunted in his reactions because i do earnestly enjoy watching him act).

[devouredlamb]

matteo rested against kieran, her tears ran dry, sore and chafing against her cheeks, she couldn't find words right now although she appreciated her sister's comfort. she knew they needed to go to hospital, her neck and her hip stung, she could feel the rough material of the blanket clinging to her stomach where ezekiel had carved his initials into her skin but it didn't matter. dakota had a point. " me too, " she breathed shakily, " I won't believe it until I see it. "

gabriel looked at dakota, he wanted to object, he was going to object, but maybe that was what they needed to move on. the man straightened up and then looked at kieran, frowning deeply and shrugging, " okay, we'll stay until it's done, but then straight to the emergency room. "

ezekiel groaned, falling forward as colby shot him. isaiah's jaw clenched, brows knitting together as he looked back at the two. it didn't take long to decipher here, but maybe he should have picked up on it sooner. " oh, " he breathed, " I see. you think because my friend here was on top of your girl that he had a little something for matteo? " he snorted. josh's hand tightened and he shot again this time, hitting isaiah's other arm and finding some satisfaction in the hiss that left the man, although his enjoyment was short lived as isaiah was soon laughing again. " matteo was all mine, " he grinned, " well-- not all mine, she's been passed around more times than... " he didn't get to finish that thought, josh pushed his gun into pocket and closed their distance, swinging his fist into isaiah's face.

ezekiel laughed this time, finally understanding what isaiah was trying to do. if they pissed them off quick enough, at least their death would be fairly quick. he shrugged, " I preferred dakota, always did. he was just as easy but a hell of a lot more fight in him. he tried to fight me off so many damn times, got quite the mouth on him, in every fucking way. people paid extra for that, you know? " josh pulled out his gun again, shoving it into ezekiel's mouth, his focus entirely there now, isaiah could be handled by colby if need be but this guy was all josh's, " you think this is gonna work? "

kieran wrapped her arms around matteo , running a hand up and down her back . she didn't need to say anything . she already knew . " i got you , " she whispered . " you're safe now , okay ? " there was no way josh and colby were going to let those men live .

dakota rubbed his lips together . he understood what gabriel was saying and he understood they should probably leave . go to a hospital . " i need to see it , " he whispered , lifting his gaze to look back at gabriel . " i need to know they're dead . " just knowing wasn't good enough .

it seemed as if isaiah really liked to talk . colby's jaw clenched as he kept going , hand tightening on the gun but his aim didn't rest on him but the other guy he tied up . he fired off another shot , landing in ezekiel's knee before looking back at isaiah . " let me guess . partners ? you want to watch me use him as target practice or do you want to shut the fuck up ? "

[autumnoakes]

i wish re4 wasn't so stressful. i'd have beaten it 10 times by now if my sessions playing that game weren't a half an hour at a time screaming and missing so many shots even with aim assist on

[burningfaith]

next month me and my grandma are going to visit my godfather who lives in Spain, but instead of being excited (it's gonna be my second time abroad in my life) I'm anxious af, because even though I'm an adult I live with my parents and I need to tell my father about it. normal parents would - y'know - be happy that their children have opportunity to visit another country, but instead he's gonna be insufferable about it, because it's my mom's side of family and he despises my uncle. but what is he gonna do? kick me out of the house even though he promised that as long as I'm studying or working I don't need to worry about such thing, humiliate me as usual, tell me that I'm childish and spoiled or make my mom's life a living hell again? I'm aware of the fact that the longer I'm putting it off the worse his reaction is gonna be, but I'm just not mentally able to tell him that, because I don't know how he will react. I don't need any money from him, I don't have to use my phone during this trip (I dunno how the roaming and stuff work), I just want to be sure he's gonna behave like a proper human being towards my mom and my siblings when I won't be at home and not act like a total asshole while talking with me about it.

[buttercup-barf]

Under the cut are mostly self-insert doodles of decreasing quality. Again, not much directly tied to Team Fortress 2. Might as well toss these out while I have no access to my puter. Much yapping under the cut and in the tags incoming.

Another self-insert, this time less of a "here's me as a tenth class" and more of a "here's my game experiences translated into the class I would take the place of". The Cleaner. Although I guess they could still be wearing either suit. It doesn't matter that much.

That one Convict's Case taunt with Backup would be extremely funny, because the man would be on the verge of a breakdown (he does not want to go to jail so bad you have no idea). The second image- I owe no explanation. You know what I am. You see the pattern with my favourites.

The duality of the man. Resting face versus "just heard you express interest in religion/Russian folklore" face. He's not that hard to make friends with, when you pull him away from all the explosions.

Some doodles of trying to figure his face out. Unfortunately, the more I stare at him, the more I worry that he looks like A Certain Guy With The Last Name "Kazarin", and the fear of never being original in my life caught up to me.

Don't look at me, don't perceive me, I refuse to explain any of my actions to you.

[diangelodork]

HERE IS LOUIS’ E3 COMMENTARY!! (i warned him thoroughly going into this episode i promise)

also, if yall have any questions as to what he’s referencing, feel free to ask me bc i always have to ask for clarification 😭😭

Dead Boy Detectives Episode 3, Initial Notes:

Suicide disclaimer, bouta get real

I still love these title cards

Picture of Dorian grey reference does not go unappreciated

What do you mean there were never meant to be this many people? As in not this many ghosts in the land of the living? Or… bad vibes Edwin

Holy shit Charles is wearing suspenders

K so ghosts can just do that

Is there meaning behind the snake in the title sequence? I can connect a lot of the other shit but not that

Jenny. Jenny episode. Jenny arc. Lesbian butcher backstory

Oh he big time jelly

Niko what are your other three favorite buildings??

Also how do you fuck ghosts asking for a friend

Jenny is so real

Well observed Niko, well observed (best character)

“Back in the 1990s when people could afford shit like that” lmao

Lilith Adams first wife in the apocryphal texts I believe

Spits alt reality Conan Gray

Would.

Monty honeypot goes crazy

SHE HAS YAOI LMAO

Why’s it always gotta be bureaucracy I just wanna have a good time man

The Scotch(?) cop vs vaguely American notary truly a match up for the ages

The music here is always on point

Dad smashed tape with hammer (early 1900s British Dad)

OH MY GOD THEYRE GONNA SHOW US THE MURDER OH MY GOD

OH MY LORD

HOLY SHIT

MEN WILL DO LITERALLY ANYTHING TO AVOID GOING TO YOU KNOW WHAT NEVER MIND HOLY SHIT GOD JESUS CHRIST

it’s the kids that get me 😖

Yes it’s a loop Edwin congrats

Giving me Slaughterhouse-Five vibes I.e. trauma makes you unstuck in time, here it’s a loop though. Which also tracks. I’m reminded of “whenever I close my eyes, I find myself back in Stalingrad” type shit

Niko living her best life

Also domestic abuse, trauma, themes et cetera et cetera (gas mask guy at the beginning)

God Charles you know this shit is my weakness

Ahh “you will never leave me” dissolution of suburbia or some shit, male need for love and intimacy expressed through the need for control, et cetera

The Bell Jar is my favorite book! I don’t think this is a reference though… although… voices in the head…

No Niko you could have had such a comfy evening damn it

OH GOD IS HE PART OF THE LOOP NOW

Yep.

His personal emotional pain sinks him into the cycle of trauma and suffering?

Themes effect of emotional pain and trauma on the mind

Control, always watching

Feeds off of negativity… something themes connection

Also “I’ve seen them sulking around hell is metal as fuck and deeply upsetting

GET OUT OF THERE GANG

And Brandon goes to hell

“It’s not what you did it’s what you do”

Hell yeah Niko scare those evil things

Also Niko’s fit is eating????

The honeypot twink gives you the astrology book instant smash

The old “I love those dudes tell me all about em” maneuver

GUYS I ANNOYED ONE OF MY FRIENDS WNOUGH TO WATCH DBDA!! im gonna be posting his live updates in the reblogs HEHEHEHEHE (the score is what got him to cave 👹)

[supercantaloupe]

so maestro told me tonight at the end of rehearsal that he "got an email about me", turns out it was the org that's interviewing me next week for their summer job reaching out to him as a reference. and then when that was figured out maestro proceeded to spend the next, like, twenty minutes standing there writing out a recommendation for me on his phone at 10 pm while i'm Sitting Right There, just trying to get the assignment notes to send to the orchestra,

[realredbanana]

Totally random question but, when it comes to the main 5 Young Royals characters, if they had pets, what type of pets do you think would they have?

[elizabeaufort]

⸻ Elizabeth was glad that he told her what happened to him when he disappeared, even though it hadn't crossed her mind at the moment, only when he mentioned the need to travel again, and she felt like a mini déjá vu. Back then their situation was a bit different than what they have now. She felt his hand on her small bump and removed her hand from his, allowing him to feel free to have his hand there on top of their babies. A car accident. Maybe if she knew back then would think it was bullshit. This explains a lot of scars he has on his naked body. Liz enjoys it when he caresses her bump, it is always so gentle and smooth and sometimes gives her a tad of goosebumps.

Once he took her hand, giving a light squeeze. ❛ You should. But it is all in the past now. Don't do anything stupid on this trip. I need you. And so do your children. ❜ Liz entered on this journey only because it was with him and also because she loved him, although she suspected she had shown to him already, but occasionally does some reminders. ❛ Hmmm. Anywhere with more space for little monsters, even a houseboat works at this point. ❜ She stuck her tongue out playfully at Alex when he kissed her shoulder, and she caressed his face, gingerly.

❛ But sure, a place with a garden or balcony. ❜ Liz doesn't know where she wants to live at the moment, she was self debating in either do a renovation on her penthouse or move to a bigger place. The problem with bigger places is to cleaning she has to do, with the twins. More area for them to mess means more time she would need to clean.

───it wasn’t like it would make any difference now, and yet he felt he needed to tell her; lest maybe she would think these trips are not coincidental; maybe he would disappear again, like it had happened the previous time. and all this time he thought it didn’t matter to tell her, not after all this time ( over two years ) had passed, but thinking of it he slowly realized that anything could be going through her mind for why he never contacted her again, only a couple of days before her wedding, and that was their last conversation, over the phone. then, silence.  

his hand remained on her small baby bump and he looked at her as she replied, a faint smile tugged on the corner of his lips. when he had come to, after months, he was upset with Reese; he had been the whole time he was forced to spend at the hospital and then the rehabilitation center. understanding her reasons didn’t make his dissatisfaction any lesser; he had only changed his mind when Liz and the twins came into the picture. but then, the switch never flipped; it hadn’t been long after he did seek to get  a new order and for a while now, he still felt it was the right call —which made no sense when he was really trying to be a better person for them at the same time. it made even less of a sense when he was thinking he wanted this with her, with their babies; and the babies that were of the way, too. he felt guilty for even considering it; he would feel awfully pretentious, wouldn’t be able to explain to her why he had done it in the first place; his mind is a weird place to be a lot of the times. but they are enough; they are more than enough.

“a car accident,” he responded. blue eyes met her grey-blue hues. “it doesn’t change anything to tell you now,” he said in a matter of fact tone, “but I wanted you to know. I said I would be back and I meant to be back for you.” fingers stroked over the bump, gently. “it was months later I was able to contact you,” he continued after a moment, “but I felt I shouldn’t after all that time…” perhaps he should have, but he wouldn’t contemplate of this now; it was a thing in the past. he took her hand in his, gave a firm squeeze; he had never changed his mind about her; his life hadn’t been the same after meeting her.

“so,” he toyed with her fingers a little, “a house with a garden then? for the little monsters to play…” he smiled as he briefly met her gaze, leaned in to press a kiss on the peak of her shoulder.