#bro's tasting the rainbow

[scritzar]

"I want you to notice when I'm not around." - Creep

[soupy-sez]

Prince and Jerome Benton on set of Under The Cherry Moon (1986)

[poorlydrawnandroids]

From the people who brought you: "Android detectives can't cook!" comes the concept: "Hank has a horrible food palate!"

He's happy to try anything once.

[inkskinned]

she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.

my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.

my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.

my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.

at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.

my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.

i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.

two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.

it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.

[nah-id-eat-dungeon-food]

LGBTQ BLAST

[shuaboo]

🍓boyfie ZB1 ft. bfs lil bro!yujin

🧺 lowercase intended // cw: other than a very small bit of swearing, none. // sry no wc im too lazy😭

🍰 a/n: sorry if this is quite messy, i usually open this draft at 3 am so my brains all fucked up n shit. yujin is included but he is not your bf bc i won’t write romantic stuff abt a minor due to my age ty.

bf!jiwoong who will always take photos of you and take selfies with you on his iphone with a blurry ass front cam :((. whether you’re on a date, just at home, running errands, on a walk— hes going to snap a pic. when you’re sitting beside each other sometimes he just lays his head on your shoulder or kisses your cheek and takes a selfie. just.. bf!jiwoong who is the complete embodiment of “take a pic, it’ll last longer.”

bf!zhang hao who is your other half of the olive theory. if ever there is an ingredient or food that you don’t like on your plate, all you need to do is ask hao because he’s probably going to accept. OR bf!hao who orders your usual order when you try something new, just incase you end up not liking the taste of your own order. for example: you want to try a new kind of coffee. hao always asks you if you’re sure before you try something new. when you confirm, he orders the usual style of coffee that you order. if you end up liking it… hao is happy that you like it and he doesn’t mind drinking your usual. but if it’s the opposite, he offers you his order— your usual, and takes the new drink off your hands and drinks that instead. AURGSHD i hope you guys get what i mean!!

bf!hanbin who has boyfie senses. he just knows everything about you, that’s how observant he is. he makes sure to observe a lot of the things you do, like, dislike, etc. he knows what type of hair tie you like, what glasses frame you prefer, how you fidget when you’re feeling anxious or nervous, everything. sometimes when you’re not feeling well and haven’t told hanbin yet, you’ll get a message from him asking how you are or if you’re feeling okay. it stuns you every single time he does it. it’s like he has connections to the system of your brain.

bf!matthew who is always down to try everything with you. i feel like matthew is very adventurous. if you want to try camping, he’ll do it with you and explain everything you need. if you want to try some new food, he’ll help you look for the place to try it. he’s always the one who takes and does your firsts with you. he supports your curiosity (most of the time) because he believes that it’s always good to try something new. basically just bf!matt who is your partner in everything.

bf!taerae who loves to sing for you, and would probably sing for you everyday if you’d just ask. taerae has such a beautiful singing voice, his voice is like pouring rays of sunshine, clouds, and rainbows into your ears. if you are having a hard time sleeping, all you need to do is lay against his chest and ask him to sing for you. the combination of his voice and his heartbeat is the perfect lullaby for you. when you’re on a road trip, a carpool session is essential! pro tip: do not challenge taerae with a karaoke battle, you WILL lose :P.

bf!ricky who WILL pay for everything. he does not let you take out your wallet, it’s always his treat. whether you’re on a restaurant date, shopping date, anything! he. will. pay! the only time ricky lets it slide is when you do errands together, but even then he still offers to pay. always expect “just because” gifts from ricky as well. because i do believe that he has a good eye, meaning that he knows what you like. so if he sees a piece that he thinks you’d look good in, he will 100% get it for you.

bf!gyuvin who loves couple trends!!!! i believe yes yes! matching outfits, tiktok dances, matching pfps, couple poses, everything!!! imagine going to the amusement park with gyuvin. you’ll have matching outfits on, you’ll do tiktok dances (ex: dsico by surf curse), take pics at the photobooth if they have it, take couple pics. every single person around you gets a slap in the face abt how single they are when they see you two. (i have another post abt gyuvin, also hcs/thoughts: thoughts abt bf!gyuvin)

bf!gunwook who props you up on the bathroom counter and stands in between your legs to do your skincare… when you’re feeling tired but you need to do your skincare, he’ll literally just do it for you. gunwook is strong enough to pick you up, put you on the counter, and then start doing your skincare. he doesn’t even need to ask you what goes first, next, and last. he has your skincare routine memorized!!!! all you need to do is just sit there and try to not fall asleep on the spot as he does his thing. you can trust that he knows your usual routine, your routine when you breakout, etc. skincare is something you and gunwook bond over as a couple. he loves taking care of you as much as he loves doing it for himself.

bf’s little bro!yujin who 100% loves u more than his brother 😎. when his brother takes you home he probably doesn’t approach you first, so you had to reach out. when he does get to know you, he thinks you’re pretty cool. he asks your boyfriend often if he’s taking you with him when they go out, since sometimes you do join in for some of their family outings. expect to be the in the middle of their bickering sometimes, siblings will be siblings. i think you’ll get to a point where yujin trusts you enough to sometimes talk to you about things he feels he can’t really discuss with his brother. he trusts that you won’t tattle on him, please don’t break it.

sorry for edging heres the yap sesh 🙏🏻

[garak]

stannis being extremely masculine by our standards but constantly flopping at fantasy medieval standards of masculinity is so funny to me. yeah he may be the most stereotypical middle aged balding stock broker ass man possible but he is FAILING the tenets of westerosi maleness. he hates having sex with women, he likes leading from the back instead of charging into battle, he’s not ripped, he has no beautiful flowing hair or beard, he has no male heirs, he is not leaderly and his vassals hate him, he doesn’t like jousting, his hunting hawk sucks shit, he is neither chivalrous nor bawdy to ladies, he has no taste for feasting, any and all military victories he’s had have been in service to his brother and he gets no renown or respect for them whatsoever. he is FLOPPING bro. how are you getting out-masculined by your rainbow flag waving clotheshorse no heir flower crown wearing virgin wife youngest of three citygay brother. come on man

[violetsaffron5]

In Another Life (1)

series masterlist • chapter 2

1 | Bliss

Pairing: Gojo x f!Reader and Geto x f!Reader

Life is great, especially after getting engaged to Gojo Satoru. That is, until you receive a letter from your future self wondering what life would have been like if you followed your soul mate, Geto Suguru, when he defected from Tokyo Tech.

Words: 3.9k

Warnings: oral sex, vaginal fingering, spit as lube, anal fingering, breeding kink, vaginal sex, creampie

an: this was originally going to be a Valentine's oneshot, but after talking with lemonlover1110 and ayyypee about the idea, they convinced me to make it a short series!

an2: this chapter starts off with immediate nsfw content

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“Fuck, you taste so good.”

“Satoru, please,” you’re whining, both hands tangled in his snowy white locks, his face buried in the apex of your thighs, the place he’s been for the majority of the past weekend.

The ring on your left hand shines and gleams from the sunlight filtering in through the partially closed curtains, rainbows from the diamond fractals bouncing off the walls and ceiling each time your hand moves.

One of his arms is wrapped around your thigh, holding you in place while he curls the two fingers inside you, running them along the soft spot that’s making your legs tremble. 

You’re arching your back, grinding your hips against his tongue, eyes squeezed close as the knot in your stomach grows tighter and tighter with each passing second.

He watches the way your stomach clenches each time he flicks his tongue over your clit, just the way he knows you like it, and feels the grip in his hair tighten as you try to push his face closer to your core for more stimulation.

And he does just that, because how could he deny you when you’ve been so good to him over the years, your lives falling in line with one another when you both least expected it.

He never thought his life would turn out this way, the two of you friends turned lovers, now engaged to be married. He never thought he’d take on a wife, or have a family of his own when he has the weight of the world resting on his shoulders.

But here you are, chest heaving as you reach your climax, his name reverberating off your shared penthouse walls as you moan deliriously into the open space. The swells of your breast shine from the sunlight peeking into the bedroom, engulfing you in a halo of light so bright you look ethereal.

Satoru moans too, because you’re so sweet, he can never get enough, licking through your slick folds as he removes his fingers, placing a quick kiss on your pussy before sucking his finger clean.

You’re panting, trying to catch your breath after such an intense release. Satoru lifts himself off the bed, placing a soft kiss on the plush skin of both your thighs before sucking and nipping at the skin on your hips, stomach, and through the valley of your breasts.

He settles himself between your legs, rolling his hips into yours. You gasp as his clothed cock nudges your sensitive clit causing him to chuckle. Tweaking and pinching one nipple with his fingers, he slips the other in his mouth, rolling this tongue over the hardened bud.

Satoru watches you with sparklingly blue eyes as you wriggle under him, moving your hips up to meet his.

“We’re going to be late for work,” you manage to gasp out.

He hums in acknowledgment not really caring one way or another if he’s late to his class, his students all know him well enough by now to be aware he’s never going to show up on time, a fact you’re painfully aware of too. Your students, however, are going to ask a million questions as to why you’re late.

“Really want me to hurry?” He asks, voice low, gravelly with need slipping his briefs down while turning you over so you’re on all fours, slapping your ass. You’re gripping the cashmere sheets below, he’s running his cock through your folds, circling your clit. He’s waiting for an answer, but all that’s coming out are broken whimpers.

“Maybe I should leave you like this,” he teases, reaching forward to encircle your clit gently, “dripping, waiting for me to come home tonight.”

“N-No,” you stutter out.

“Mm. Didn’t, nngh-” he moans, pushing in slowly until he’s fully sheathed, your round ass pressed to his hips, “didn’t think so.”

After rolling his hips a few times, letting you adjust to his length, he pulls back, snapping his hips into yours fucking into you with everything he has.

It doesn’t take long for you to become a moaning mess under him, it never does, with the way you’re so pliable, melting into his every touch. He’s always known, it seems, what makes you tick, all your spots that make you gasp, moan and tremble.

“Feels s’good.” Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head, back in a severe arch, arms losing their will to hold you, his hands gripping so hard on your hips you know they’ll bruise.

Satoru smirks, pistoning his hips into you harder, faster, entranced by the way your ass jiggles each time he slams into you. Placing his hand between your shoulder blades and pushing down so your face is planted into the soft fabric of the sheets, ass up higher giving him a view of your other entrance.

“Oh my god,” you whine at the feeling of him being able to get deeper in this position, the tip of his cock just barely hitting your cervix with each thrust. It’s enough to leave an ache in the pit of your stomach, a delicious twinge that’s causing more slick to pool between your thighs.

The sound of moans, grunts, and sloppy wet slaps fills the open space. Satoru looks down, watching where you’re connected, the way his cock slides in and out, how you take him so well, arousal coating every inch of him; he just can’t get enough of you like this.

And fuck if you aren’t the prettiest person he’s ever seen.

He’s always thought that, even back when you were teenagers roaming the halls of Jujutsu Tech, back before you were his like you are today, with your brows knitted together, mouth agape with a small wet spot forming on the sheets below.

Just a little mess getting fucked within an inch of your life, that’s what you are.

“Look so good, baby,” Satoru groans, “doing so well, taking all of me.”

Satoru moves his hands from your hips, slapping your ass hard before rubbing small circles over the soft reddening skin. He moans at the sights, spreading your ass, giving him a perfect view of your other hole. 

He gathers saliva in his mouth before letting fall, causing you to jolt away when you feel the warmth pooling on your ass before dripping down.

“Nuh uh, baby,” he says in a teasing tone, using one hand to grip your hip tighter, holding you in place so you can’t wriggle away, “gonna make you feel so good.”

He presses his index finger to the rim of your entrance, pressing in slowly, listening to the way you moan at the additional pleasure. It’s music to his ears, all staccato, a little melody you play for only him.

Your velvety walls clench around him as he works both of your holes, his finger running along your walls until tears of pleasure are streaming from your eyes, down your cheek, and onto the cashmere.

Doing your best, you rut your hips back and wiggle your hips against Satoru’s cock and hand, meeting each of his thrusts.

“Let me hear you, baby. I want the neighbors to know who’s making you feel so good.”

“Satoru, S’toru, S’toru,” you’re chanting until he reaches his other hand forward to press gently onto your clit, eyes rolling to the back of your head before you even had a chance to expect the wave of pleasure you’re feeling wash over you.

“You’re doing so good for me baby, taking me so well,” he coos you through your orgasm, slowing his movements with his hands, his thrusts coming to a halt. “Lay down baby, on your stomach.”

He pulls out causing several embarrassing whimpers to leave your lips as you do what he’s asked, laying flat on your stomach as he spreads your legs wider with his knees. He slips back in easily, laying over top of you, his weight pinning you down on the bed.

“Wanna cum like this,” he says low in your ear as he kisses the spot below your ear that makes you gasp every time. He smiles into you as he runs his nose along your jaw, down your neck, and to your shoulders.

Satoru nips and sucks at the skin in each spot, leaving little love bites in his wake. He moves a hand under your stomach, feeling the outline of his thick cock before moving his hand lower, encircling your clit again.

“I’m gonna -oh fuck- I’m gonna cum,” he’s breathing heavily next to your ear, hot breath causing shivers to run down your spin, the knot in your stomach quickly forming again from the intimate position he’s put you in, “wanna fill you up, put a baby in you.”

You gasp at his words, pussy clenching around him like you’re trying to milk him for all he’s worth, “please.”

He leans up, placing a quick kiss on the center of your back before a guttural groan rips through his chest, his release painting your walls white. It’s enough for you to find your end too, loud cries and whimpers escaping your lips, muffled by the sheets and pillows.

You lay like this for several minutes, with Satoru overtop, still inside you, he runs his nose through your hair and kisses your neck and shoulders sweetly.

Eventually, he pulls out with a wince, rolling off the bed followed by a soft groan before kissing your forehead, walking into the bathroom, and turning on the hot water.

You’re curled on the bed, basking in the glow and warmth of the sun while he showers and gets ready for work, really not wanting to get up and do more than you have to now that you’ve been so thoroughly fucked, all before 8 a.m.

Sighing, you roll off the bed yourself, feet pitter-pattering on the mahogany hardwood floor as you make your way into the bathroom when Satoru comes out, towel on his waist, heading into the closet.

Walking in, you shield your eyes from the bright lights lining the large vanity mirror, housed around his and her sinks with marble countertops. The shower is large, clear glass looking into the brown tile that lines the wall and floor of the shower. There’s a touchscreen on the outside of the door which you use to turn on the rainfall shower head with hot water.

“Hey babe,” Satoru says, coming into the bathroom as he puts his black blindfold over his eyes, “I’m gonna head out. I’ll see you later.”

“Okay, love you,” you’re smiling, standing at the door of the shower before getting in, letting him place two soft kisses on your lips, “will you bring in the mail before you leave?”

Satoru smirks, cupping your face, pressing his lips to yours for a more passionate kiss, pulling away, tugging your bottom lip between his teeth playfully, “love you,” he whispers, running his thumb over your lip before vanishing into thin air.

“Jackass.” You’re muttering to yourself, pouting, because of course he didn’t do a mundane task, such as getting the mail.

The hot water runs over your skin, loosening your muscles as you stand, water droplets running down your face, twisting the engagement ring that’s been sitting on your finger for the last two and a half days.

Satoru took you out on Saturday night to one of the most expensive restaurants the city has to offer, something he enjoys doing on occasion when he has free time from work; being able to dote on you.

Afterward, he took you to Tokyo Tech where he said he had to pick up several things he had forgotten earlier in the week.

In reality, paper lanterns had been placed on the path leading to the courtyard between buildings, and fairy lights had been strung up in and around the trees. There was soft music playing and candles perched on every rock and hard surface around, flickering in the cool breeze.

You remember looking around and smiling at the romantic setup, laid out for just the two of you.

All of the students came out from one of the nearby buildings, Nanami included, and watched with small gasps, some with tears in their eyes as they watched Satoru get down on one knee and proclaim his love for you in front of everyone, stating the last three years had been the best of his life with you by his side.

You watched in shock and awe at all of the effort he had put into the night, with wide eyes, staring into Satoru’s twinkling cerulean gaze, waiting for your answer.

And of course you said yes, because what could possibly hold you back from marrying the man you love?

There was a little part of you that hoped when he proposed it would have been somewhere quiet, private, just the two of you to enjoy the time alone. But you’ll also cherish the memories you made that night, laughing and hugging your friends and students as they congratulated the two of you.

It’s not the direction you saw your life going by any means, especially when you were in high school.

Back then, Satoru was loud and rowdy and still is to a certain extent. You were also dating his best friend, Geto Suguru, at the time and really thought you would be spending your life in the arms of a raven-haired angel, rather than those belonging to a certain white-haired menace.

It was a shock, a cold hard reality you had to face when Satoru informed you of Suguru’s doing - how he massacred his family, whom you loved so dearly, along with one hundred and twelve non-sorcerers in a small village during his final mission at the school.

Your heart and soul shattered into a million pieces, right on the front steps of Tokyo Tech that day.

The days and months to come were exceedingly difficult as well, and you had to fight the urge to run off and be with Suguru on a daily basis. Most days you could be found laying on your bed, gripping the sheets, face planted into your pillow crying your eyes out.

Though Satoru was going through his own pain and suffering at the loss of his best friend, he would come and check in on you. Hold you close and let you cry into his shoulder, soaking the fabric of his shirt, as you’d gasp for air, trying to catch your breath.

You spend countless hours forced to see the higher-ups, explaining over and over how you knew nothing of Suguru’s plans, how you didn’t see this coming or expect it from him.

And it was true. In front of you, Suguru remained his calm, loving self. Holding you close, spending his nights with you, admiring and idolizing you every chance he got.

It took many months of self-reflection to come to the realization that Suguru had been losing weight due to his mental anguish, and not because he was working out more, as he had told you.

Realizing that as time went on after the Star Plasma mission, he was holding you closer than ever before, a little tighter each night until he could no longer hold on and chose to leave, uprooting your entire life in the process.

The shared trauma of unexpectedly losing your lover and best friend brought you and Satoru closer. He was, literally, your shoulder to cry on when you needed someone the most, ensuring he was there for you in a way he didn’t realize he needed to be for Suguru.

And in return, you made sure to be there for him when he struggled too; letting him rant and rave about the higher-ups, turning into his new moral compass as he was working to figure out who he is and what he wanted to be in the Jujutsu world, aside from the strongest.

Sometime over the years, you noticed when you would see him, your heart would beat a little faster, your hands were sweatier, and you cared more about how you presented yourself in front of him.

He also began to see you in a way he never had before. The way the dresses you would wear hugged your waist and draped over the curve of your hips, how your voice was more smooth and melodic than in your teenage years; realized he found he was at peace in your presence.

One day, the two of you were grabbing a bite to eat after work. He walked you home that night, something you thought was odd of him, usually choosing to part ways after dinner.

When you got to your apartment door, you turned to say good night, his crystalline eyes flickering between your eyes and lips before he pulled you into him.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he held onto your waist, tongues tangling and gliding along one another until you both pulled away, out of breath.

And it was awkward.

Both of you felt as if you had just betrayed Suguru, even after years of him being gone, his presence still lingered between the two of you like a ton of bricks.

It took a little convincing on Satoru’s part, but shortly after your twentieth birthday, the two of you started dating.

Biting your lip, you sigh to yourself as you finish rinsing the conditioner from your hair and stepping out of the shower, wrapping a towel around your form after drying off.

You’re as quick as you can be when you do your normal morning routine of brushing your teeth, applying moisturizers, and doing your hair and makeup before going into the large shared closet and putting on your uniform.

Before you decide to leave, you grab the mail that has been piling up since the start of your weekend that your beloved husband-to-be failed to gather this morning.

Chewing on the side of your cheek, you flip through all of the junk mail, planning on throwing it out when an envelope with a similar aqua shade to Satoru’s eyes comes into view.

Oddly, it was sent to your old apartment address, which you opted to sell when moving in with Satoru a year into your relationship, but has since been forwarded on to the penthouse.

And the writing on it looks like your own.

Knitting your brows together, you open the top of the sleeve and pull out a white sheet of paper, it even has the same scent as the perfume you use, and there are traces of residual energy on it.

Opening the paper, you read through its contents, a gasp escaping your lips as you hold your hand up to your mouth, feeling the cool metal of your new engagement ring on your lips, tears pricking in the corner of your eyes.

. . . . .

Dear younger-self,

I know what you’re thinking, “What do you mean ‘younger self’? How is it possible to send a letter to myself from the future?” and the answer is simple. I met a curse user with the ability to send items into the past, at a specific period.

I know, I know, “How did you convince a curse user of all people to help you out?”

Over the years, I’ve picked up plenty of tricks from Satoru, along with several creative ways to threaten people into doing what I need from them. And if all else fails, all I have to do is mention Satoru’s name, and most sorcerers and curse users will do as asked, in fear of him.

There are limitations with cursed techniques such as that, as I’m sure you’re fully aware of at this point in your young life. The item had to be small, no larger than a book.

A letter seemed the most obvious choice, so I could provide you with the details of my life, and the decisions I made, so it could potentially help you when you get to those turning points in your own life.

By the time you receive this letter, Satoru will have been changing over the years. No longer the cocky kid from high school, but rather a strong, confident, handsome, young man (as if he wasn't always that way), who’s beginning to show interest in you.

Our feelings for one another blossomed as we spent time with one another, without the presence of Suguru between us, however, when we first kissed, there were still lingering feelings of betrayal that manifested.

Despite that, I moved forward, into a relationship with Satoru and I wish now in my life I would have taken more time to think about what I truly wanted and needed in the future, not just in the moment.

Don’t get me wrong, I’ve absolutely loved the life I’ve been able to live by Satoru’s side, and I love Satoru with every fiber of my being.

We’ve had many good years together, our wedding day and honeymoon are memories I hope to never forget as I grow into old age. Being surrounded by those we love and hold dear to our hearts has been an important aspect of our relationship and growing alongside one another.

Of course, like every relationship, we’ve faced our fair share of challenges. After marriage, we learned we were both more forgiving of the other's quirks and unreasonableness while dating.

It was as if we thought as soon as we got married, those things that bothered us wouldn’t exist anymore, which of course wasn’t the case. It seems so silly, looking back on those early arguments now, having learned along the way that communication was the key to our success. 

And how could I forget the time he got himself trapped in Shibuya, relying solely on his students and friends to rescue him?

Despite this, despite knowing what the future will bring for you, I still wish when I was at that turning point in my life, I had made a different decision. I wish, rather than accepting that first date with Satoru, while my heart was still bleeding for Suguru, I would have told him I needed more time to sort things out. 

And maybe then, I would have turned away and never looked back.

Because even after all this time, after everything the future holds, nothing on this planet will ever compare to the love I still hold for Suguru, even after all this time.

I can see myself rolling my eyes after reading this letter, crumpling it up, and throwing it away in anguish from the facts I’ve stated.

You’re going to be questioning if this letter is really from your future self, and how will you ever truly know that is the case?

There are so many things that happened during my time together at Jujutsu Tech. Some of my personal favorites consist of the dinners Suguru and I would cook in the dining halls when Satoru would be out on missions alone. We would cook noodles, play music, and slow dance without interruption since Ijichi and Nanami would stay cooped up in their rooms.

The times Suguru and I would sneak out of the dorms during summer, being caught by Haibara once and convincing him not to tell, just so we could walk along the moonlit beaches near Tokyo, sitting in each other’s arms watching the sunrise, just to have a little more time together before parting ways to your own classes and missions.

I hope for your sake, you can make the decision that will make you the happiest. One you won’t come to lament over time

@s-witch-bitch @watyousayin @coffee-on-a-rainyautumn @ritsatoru @faewithsnakes @lex-dear @hvziers @babybae-shisui @saiewithakatana @yihona-san06 @shartnart1 @lilith412426

[notmuchtoconceal]

not a reflection of bro's lived political values

occurring in the leather moto theater of the ever-dawning eternal city

Bootlicker of the day

[4sk4ltstuck]

hii!! could you tell me what types of alternative each troll is? also i love ur art!

YES !! AND TYSMM (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

I originally planned on writing way more but I accidentally deleted my original explanation which really fucking sucks um

Anywho ill put these under a cut !!

Aradia — White goth, specifically when shes dead though. Trad goth for when she's alive, and cyber goth for when she's a robot [I'll make designs for those eventually]

Tavros — Emo, but in the way that he thinks emo is a clothing style instead of a music genre. He's also based off of Rufioh to show that he got inspo from him

Sollux — A sort of "idgaf" style, will wear whatever he can find but it typically comes off as alt to people who aren't alt, in the way that people get barked at for wearing black

Karkat — Emo, in the way that he knows it's a music genre but will crash the fuck out if he was ever called emo. His style is also just more on the chill side because he seems like the type to hate wearing jewelry

Nepeta — 2020 alt, both because I adore 2020 alt and because it's a reference to how people fanonize her. Originally I was going to make her scene but it just didn't feel right to me

Kanaya — Trad goth, since it just fits in my head. Her being a rainbow drinker and her general vibe just SCREAMED trad goth to me bro

Terezi — I'm not going to lie its based off of my own style in a way. It just wears whatever "tastes the best" which turns out to look crazy as fuck and is how I love to dress personally. She was another who I almost made scene but it just didn't feel right

Vriska — She doesn't have a label because she hates them, but she was made to look like she uses tumblr so take that how you will

Equius — Punk [for irony purposes], but it's more toned down since he's only recently begun to dress differently

Gamzee — His outfit was entirely based off of ICP shit, like his shirt is a reference to the jerseys !!

Eridan — He was originally intended to be emo considering he does listen to midwestern emo, but I chose instead to make his style more of an inbetween one. It's one that makes him feel comfortable while he continues to figure himself out

Feferi — Gyaru!!! Spesifically himegyaru. She was another one whos style was really obvious to me, and she was actually the first one I designed

Yes a lot of them don't have spesific labels, but to me I don't feel like alt NEEDS labels!!! Dress how you want!!! Make people stare!!! Have fun being you!!! Fuck it we BALL!!!

[pinkynana]

summary : reader wondered what it would be like to have a sibling and luck was on her side when her mother married a man with a son your age. and the son so happened to like you a lot.

warnings: stepcest, implied corruption kink, making out. there's not much. this is mostly fluff. there will be part two.

a/n: taglist is not open. do not ask to be tagged.

jisung is older than you by only a couple of months but you still see him as an older brother while you acted like a little sister around him.

that is, you don't really know what sibling interaction is like. you thought being step siblings with jisung meant you could enter his room anytime you wanted. sleepovers should be a casual thing and sitting on his lap while either of you study was a must. totally normal sibling bonding time.

jisung knew none of these are really what siblings do but he never told you that. he liked having this innocent, naive girl who looked at the world like it's just rainbows and sunshine all to himself.

"jisung!" you came into his room without knocking, as usual. "i need a hoodie. it's so cold." you told him with grabby hands. he looked at you up and down before saying, "if it really is cold, you'd be wearing pants."

you gasped, feeling offended by his remark. "my shoulders and arms are cold! my legs are fine!"

without replying, jisung took off the hoodie that he's wearing and tossed it to you. you weren't really expecting him to literally give you the hoodie he was wearing. but you liked it anyway.

"by the way, mom and your dad are out for a business dinner party tonight. mom sent me a link for a recipe but i just wanna order take out. can we?"

"of course" that guy stopped paying attention when you told him your parents were out. "yeay!" you squealed. "i always wanted to share food with siblings. tonight's gonna be so fun!"

indeed.

-

jisung asked you to send his food to his room with the excuse that he's too lazy to move. and with you always wanting to be a good little sis, you obliged. little did you know that jisung was basically trapping you in his bedroom.

"come cuddle with me." he said when you put his plate down on the coffee table he had in his room. he pat the side of his bed as an invitation. you saw nothing wrong with his gesture so you happily snuggled in.

and immediately after you've gotten comfortable, jisung just started kissing you with his fingers on your chin to keep you still. it went on for a few seconds before you gasped and pushed him away but still lying down in his arms. "is that.. is that okay? you're my bro-"

"step brother. so it's okay. as long as you don't tell your mom and my dad." he said it like it was the most normal thing. the finger that was holding your chin earlier started stroking your hair. he snuggled closer, in case you'd run from him.

"i don't think my friends kiss their step brothers.." you blinked innocently.

"so you don't want me to kiss you?"

"i do!" you replied a little too fast. "wait, no. i mean.. i want to but i'm scared." you pout at this man you trusted your life with.

"there's nothing to be scared of." he kissed your forehead. "i'm here to protect you, okay?"

"so.. you can kiss me again?"

he didn't even bother answering. he started kissing you like he needed to do it to live. like it's his purpose of life. his hand went to the back of your head to push you impossibly close to him so that there wasn't any space within you two. when you sighed, he took his chance to get his tongue included. he wanted to taste you from the very first time he met you. you weren't his sister yet but he couldn't wait to live in the same house as you so he could see you everyday.

now that his dreams came true, he wanted to make it worth the last. chances that you might get scared and leave were high. he didn't want that to happen so he kissed you like it was the last thing he'd do.

jisung felt like the chances were decreasing when your hands held his shoulders and legs were intertwined with his. you didn't want to let go. he started smiling when you also used your tongue. he pulled away, seeing your mouth still ajar and your tongue hanging out. you were definitely chasing after his lips.

"you're so pretty." he said.

"you too. wanna kiss you always." this time, you were the one who locked your lips together, picking up where jisung left off. your hands went up to his face as you caressed his cheeks with your soft fingers. you feel the way jisung was smiling in the kiss. which made you smile as well. you felt good that he feels good. and you felt good that he's making you feel good.

your food had turned cold.

-

"jisung.." you whisper his name as you stroked his face with the feather on the back of your favorite pen. he was sleeping with his legs on the floor and he used his arms as a pillow on your bed. he could've just laid on your bed fully. you knew he was awake when he smiled after you tickled his nose. "jisung.. i need something." you tell him.

finally, he opened his eyes but didn't budge from his position. "whatchu need, princess?" he's been calling you that since the two of you made out that night. and without say, the kissing sesh didn't end there. every time your parents weren't around, the two of you would be sucking off each other's faces.

"i don't know how to finger myself."

[alfredojesta]

fun facts:

my laughing jack is a sex-repulsed asexual! he doesn't fully understand what intercourse is, but he thinks it's DISGUSTING!!!

LJ is able to... fall in love? or have feelings for someone? but it's complicated and he won't grasp the idea of love therefore he'd never date someone without them having to give him a LOOONG tedtalk

bro gets hella jealous though

he despises alcohol! he can't drink it at all or else he'll go into a state of shock for a little bit

he's really bad with technology! in fact, he can't even use a phone because his claws don't work with the touchscreen

his blood is a grayscale rainbow and tastes very very very bitter

his nose is detachable and he takes it off when he's in casual clothes LOLLL like i said before he just looks like a middle aged man without the nose

he doesn't like people seeing him without the clown makeup / outfit on (he gets embarrassed)

[random-vyxx]

Sooo! Nn DIALTOWN HEADCANONS!! (Tw there are brief mentions of suicide-) [ill get to dsaf headvanons in a different post]

(Also there's a LOT.)

Gingi:

• phonegingi and typegingi are separate beings.

• biology is determined on whats funniest in context.

• can change their sex at will,, like a frog,

• sometimes sleeps at the foot of norms bed like some fatass dog /lovingly /inspiredby that one nrom blog

• they have an immense dislike of beans.

• when asked about any sort of beans they get defensive.

• red-green colour blind

• purrs,,

• has adhd ,,, because,, they,, akt like me,, *

• thinks the narrator and it are homoerotic, the narrator just wants to go home.

• has a hang in there cat poster in its tent.,, stole it from Billy's alternary school when smuggling him out to ask for help summoning satan.

• likes liquorice.

• every 1-3 years gingi has to get a rabies shot. WILL NOT go alone. Has to get someone to take her or else he IS biting a veterinarian.

• Gingi has broken a limb before, they tried gnawing it off but got distracted by an un-watched construction site (gravel yummy yummy)

Karen

• were married. /JOKR.. /perchance?!

• is not only protective of romantic companions (me rn: 🤓👆),, just anyone she likes.

• she doesn't stim often (repressing it n whatnot), but when she does its usually something simple like bouncing onto her heels. *

• HATTTEEESSS blueberries. Oh my god unless they're ripe in the right way she physically cannot make herself eat them. Likes the taste but GOD she cant deal with them. *

• sometimes when she has a painting she didn't like the outcome of, she lets gingi gnaw on it. (She uses non-toxic paints when painting near gingi)

• smart, but she can make dumb decisions out of impulse.

• goth phase, but eventually got out of it because she just.. Didn't like it anymore.

• girlboss, i love her! !!

• her boss HATED her!

• sometimes she gets art block and stares at the canvas, contemplating if shes actually an artist.

• found a leaf that looked strangely like Charlie Chaplin, showed it to gingi and gingi devoured it instantly.

Randal.

• Randy finds it very hard to sleep naturally!! He will curl up around the airvent in the ticket booth.

• shares a braincell with Oliver n Karen.

• as pathetic as he is, can be pretty damn assertive at times.

• not sexually, bro would be shook if he held your HAND.

• he daydreams about some disney ass "getting pushed onto the dance floor and #ROCKING IT!!!!! " (If he got pushed onto a dance floor hed cry.)

• HAS drempt (dreampt? ) about invader zim and rainbow dash frim mlp beating the shit out of him. Has cried to Oliver about it, and Oliver asked if he did or did not deserve their beating,, in the dream.

• honestly kinda in love with Oliver.

• has honestly known Karen a BIT longer than hes known Oliver,, probably met her after leaving his dads house at 16.

• anytime he passes by the swan pond while walking back to the funfair, he starts shaking

• religious trauma, but meeting god kinda eased his fears a bit

• maybe it was the whole "god is really just an alcoholic hobo.. Hm... Maybe im nOT going to hell! He just like me fr! ",, still scared of him tho since if his life got that bad god aint in control.

• ASS EYESIGHT!! cant afford repairs.

• Randy will scarf down ANY food given. Hes usually nervous about being given stuff, but food? No questions asked, already consumed

Oliver

• has some crazy ass habits

• OLIVER IS SMART. IM TIRED OF PRETENDING HES NOT. HE CAN ACT ON IMPULSE, YES, HE CAN MAKE BAD DECISIONS, YEAH, HELL HE CAN SAY DUMB/IMMATURE SHJT BHT HE UD SMAR HE ISS SMA

• actually a pretty good welder, just sometimes uses it for... Evil.

• he welded a dick then him and gingi giggled about it for 38 minutes. He hides it around the scareshack sometimes and when mr dickens finds it, he sighs and places it somewhere new to continue this GOD AWFUL game.

• jokes about committing crimes, but wouldn't,, chaotic good type shiz.

• romance is boring ahh self.*

• likes randy,, but subtly, since hes greyromantic

• once listened to "kiss me son of god" by they might be giants so long he felt physical withdrawal when he WASN'T listening to it. Would pay money to listen to it for the first time again. ****

• used to overbind just because hed forget hes wearing a binder. Average conversation would be like "god randy i feel sick as FUCKK... " "maybe get that checked out..? " "like my chest hurts n shit,, iunno if its actually serious but it does hurt" ".. Oliver are you wearing the binder thingy... If thats what its called-? "*

• Oliver speaks in stage directions, instead of right, he says "stage left"

Bigfoot

• it takes a lot to coax Bigfoot into the city, usually more responsive when karen does it.

• no longer allowed near a car. *

• actually knows several languages, just doesn't speak.

• dude its Bigfoot what can i say, he like 'naners.

Norm

• INTRUSIVE thoughts. Bro is tweaking. *

• whenever he gets intrusive thoughts he feels PHYSICALLY SICK. Like one he gets is doing what he was going to do in the bad ending. One bullet for mingus, one for himself. He wouldn't, definitely not. Giving up his happy ending would be stupid and he knows that. He cant control it though. Thats what intrusive thoughts are. He has yet to tell anybody about them. (Yes im starting his hcs with these two)

• bisexual, had the awakening during his isolation.. Fill in the blanks.

• the hat he wears is,, thank god,, not the infamous erotica hat. Though he has yet to get RID of the erotica hat.

• used to play bloody knuckles. I SWEAR ITS FUN*

• bickers with Mingus a lot, but sometimes they're calm (prolly after some hijinks.)

• was a fucking hOMO for Callum, it was not mutual, and he knew that.*

(tHIS IS NOT ME VILLAIN-IZING ANYONE HERE ITA OKAY TO NOT LIKE SOMEONE BACK I JUST NEED TO ADD TJIS DISCLAIMER BECAUSE SOEM PEOPLE FUCKING SUCK)

• God gets him to make omelettes sometimes. Norm is somewhat freaked out by it, but does it nonetheless because its fucking god.

• sometimes sees bad edits of spaceships going into space on Facebook reels... And he HAS gotten nostalgic over it. *

• isn't ready to date anybody, no siree, but he is able to form close bonds. And thats okay!!!

• sleeps with a rifle under his pillow*

• after little to no contact with fellow humans for YEARS, he is DOGSHIT at several social cues. I dont know if its the autism or the isolation anymore.... Vro also doesn't know about several important events!

• ended up giving gingi a turnip so theyd DHUT UP.

• asked my dad for ideas, he just "double cheeseburger". I dont know what this means.

• The ink spots fan at heart 💖

Mayor Mingus

• The mingling has a specific pin to show they're in it, but nobody knows what it means so they just look fruity. Mingus didn't accept the pin idea, but they did it any ways. She REFUSES to acknowledge the fact she put it on a board in her office.

• Has cat like behaviors,, obviously,, but sometimes shit like purring shows and she HATES it.

• post chapter 3, shes less frantic about fixing callum, but wont put him down,, never.

• head overheats easily become cats cant sweat (a lot)

• tries to get people to shut up as soon as possible, but will negotiate if she deems it necessary. *

• strangely knows "McDonald's lore". Doesn't elaborate.

• Mingus and the rest of the mingling are back as a group, gods no longer in it and bunnys there!!

• has a list of citizen's she dislikes immensely!! If this got leaked, she'd be in big trouble. *

• catnip works. Well. Too well.

• tango will find her high off her ass on catnip,,, just staring at a lamp like a fucking moth.

• The mingling isnt ENTIRELY incompetent now that bunnys back, theyre kinda together as a crime force. Shooty and stabby have yet to be given real weapons but they're still there so the REST of the mafia can say "Honey... We can call the MAYOR for this disrespect. "

• Passively aggressively says "Im fine. " if shes pissed off. [Needs al-kee-hol.. Aka milk]*

• walks her paw-paw around the nursing home just to keep him a little fit. Callum does NOT know who thos strange cat lady is but hes okay with that.

• tired mom-core

• AROACSE!!!! ACE!!! ARO!!!*

[The next characters wont have as many headcanons.]

Abel

• his complaining taught everyone his legal name was "Unabel". Everyone calls him that now.

• Drinks on the job.

• going through a messy divorce. He started it.

• Abelvynny??!!!

• hes alergic to peppermint and coconut.

• strange deja vu when he sees certain phones,, like... Whoever the hell Joe and Harry are, and Tango too for some reason. It confuses him and he does NOT like it.

Bunny

• ABEL DIVORCED HIS ASS WHILE BUNNY WAS IN THE HOSPITAL.

• Disabled because of getting slammed with a fucking machine.

• has prosthetic legs,, because,,, getting slammed with madame mediocre,, AND a call back to callum crown.

• ALSO drinks on the job

• doesn't actually like rabbits, changed his name for marketing.

• eats lemons. *

God / Local Hobo

• RARELY gets seriously mad, and when they do, its not that bad

• Churches weird him out,, but doesn't really care. *

• everyone in town knows them in some way.

• hes the one who pissed on the bank floor

• doesn't actually like eating waffles. He'll eat anything but waffles just are for decorative purposes in his mind.

• genderfluid,, but hes usually too drunk to use anything other than he/they.. Used to use everything though. Maybe when sober they'll use she/her,, but again, rarely sober.

• also has a feminine voice,,, just for sillies. *

Shooty n Stabby

• team rocket type shit

• they datin. They queer.

• their head was done by some dude in an alleyway between an applebees and a hospital.

• Originally he knife headed one is stabby, the gun headed one is shooty. They don't know that,, because they only call eachother "bro".

• dialtown mob isn't even that bad.. They're just incompetent. Like zim compared to the rest of the irken empire. Im sorry invader zim brainrots getting to me.

• HAD good weapons before, because mingus didn't know how shitty they were. Never again. Mingus learnt her lesson.

Theoraur Rustlebelt (famed adventurer and explorer)

• chronic back pain from wrangling large animals. Pain

• Put traps outside of gingis tent, gingi ate them

• sleeps holding a gun.

• says bully so much because its FUCKUNG A FUN WORD OKAY I UNDERSTAND THE HYPWY,, BULLY IS A FUN FUCKJNV WKRD*

• likes the colour green a little.. Too much, just doesn't ever wear it.

Little Billy

• Drinks pure ketchup and its scary. *

• Neurodivergent ,, *

• weed. Lots. [[[Most people thinks it's just kid shit, hes high. who gave him weed. ]]]

• Likes breakcore music (like atari teenage riot and machine girl ) *

• hates everyone equally ♡*

• peanut allergy,, but he mainly eats macaroni so does it matter????

• has one of those silly ass spinny chairs to keep him focused in mingling meetings,, but still easily diverges topic [SPINNY CHAOR IDEA WAS TAKEN FROM SOMEONE ELSS BHT I FORGOT FROM WHOM]

• knows a little too much about knives.*

• favourite knife is a bowie knife, since he finds the history neat. Thinks Jim Bowie did some SICK stuff... But like,, jim bowies still a terrible person and he knows it. Stoll that standoff was epic. This is self projecting im sorry***

• lies a lot, even when not needed. *

• picks up spiders and gives them to people he dislikes. *

• aroace,, but hes 7 so he doesn't know yet.. Nor care.

END!!!!! the amount of aroace headcanons is for a spECIFIC REASON!! (im aroace.)

[manygeese]

THE SEVEN PLUS NICO AND REYNA INCORRECT QUOTES PT. 3

Percy: ISABELLE CALLED ME A SLUR IN ANIMAL CROSSING POCKET CAMP BRO

Annabeth: Count dracula not skibidi toilet CONFIRMED ⁉️⁉️⁉️

Leo: TRAPPING YOU AND YOUR SON IN A PRISON OF YOUR OWN CREATION IS SO ROMANTIC

Jason: guys I had the BEST sleep of my life last night. i conked tf out 😴

Piper: [picture of a t shirt with the golden girls and a rainbow on it with the word “ICONIC” above it] now THIS is pride

Frank: It’s ok 😋 not everyone has to like the same things! Every has different tastes! (Die 👹)

Hazel: [talking about the recording of a presentation she did] Only complaint is how the laughter was quieter in the video than it was irl, i NEED ppl to think im funny

Nico: Lana del Ray is one of the four horsemen of the apocalypse

Reyna: Listening to my playlist rn and it’s crazy reading about this poor man losing all hope of survival while Dancing Queen is playing in the background

[fredwkong]

Hey I loved the bull story but I’m still curious what would’ve happened if he had chosen rainbow

The bull was super hot, but what would’ve happened if he chose the rainbow card?

The day after choosing the rainbow card, Eric has trouble finding anything to wear in his clothing drawers. “Ugh, this is all so boring!” he texts to Blair, with a picture of the piles of bro-y clothes thrown together in one drawer.

“Go shopping?” Blair replies. Ugh, he wears boring clothes too. He’s not gonna be any help.

Before he can go out, Eric has some serious work to do. None of these clothes are up to standard. He takes a pink T-shirt and carefully crops it to show off his belly, and puts on the shortest shorts he has. Looking in the bathroom mirror, he has to admit that he looks… adequate. Soon, he’ll look fucking fantastic.

When Blair comes to his room in the evening, it’s to find Eric, naked, sorting through at least five bursting bags of thrifted clothes, most of it in eyewatering neon colours.

“Help me pick something, we gotta be at the club by 12,” Eric says.

The bouncer barely even looks at Eric’s fake ID before nodding him through. He feels electric on the dance floor, revelling in the feeling of other men’s hands on his nearly bare body. He’s wearing a tight, cropped tank top under a mesh vest, and cutoff denim shorts. He’s never felt so powerful.

Scratch that, it feels even better when he facefucks a bearded daddy in the bathroom.

Blair begs off the next night, because he has to study. Lame. It’s the 4th of July tomorrow, this whole week is basically for partying and pissing off hets. He puts a cowboy hat on over his perfectly coiffed blond hair. Was he always blond?

Tonight, when the club lights come on at 3 AM, Eric groans. He still has at least three hours of partying left in him, and at least two more loads. Some hunk overhears him. “Hey, we’re headed to a house party if you wanna come,” he says, gesturing to his friends, a gang of shirtless guys of various sizes and colours.

Eric definitely wants to come. His cock’s already leaking in his American flag jock.

Eric spends the 4th of July dancing until he’s ready to fuck another boy, fucking someone until he cums untouched, rinse, and repeat. Around 10 PM, Blair comes to join the party with a new outfit Eric told him to grab. Eric gets changed, kisses Blair hard, and then guides him down to suck on his cock. Blair hums appreciatively at the taste of Eric’s well-used cock, running his hands under Eric’s pink open front jacket.

By the time Eric collapses into his bed the next morning, still wearing his hot pink pants, he’s barely conscious enough to notice that the box of cards is gone.

[hgejfmw-hgejhsf]

WIP Wednesday

Heyyyy it's WIP Wednesday, and I haven't written a single word since my last drabble on Christmas morning! Currently, I am grateful for WIPs that are staring mournfully at me from my docs, waiting to be completed.

Thanks be to @kiwiana-writes @firenati0n @ssmtskw and @anincompletelist for the tags this week!

As much as I've been trying to play my NYE AU close to the chest, I am simply bursting to share more with y'all, so I'd like to introduce you to a portion of the fic that had @ssmtskw apparently laughing out loud earlier.

“I have an idea,” Nora pipes up, the siblings turning their collective attention on her as a shower of rainbow glitter drifts to the ground at her feet. “How about you find someone to spend the evening with? Just pick someone who draws you in, whether it’s vibes or looks or whatever, and ask them to be your date tonight.” “I don’t need a date,” Alex retorts. “No, but you want one, don’t you? You’re always complaining about being our third wheel. So go find a fourth and make it a whole car,” Nora teases, squeezing Alex’s cheek. He swats her hand away and throws up his middle finger. “I’m not asking you to pick out wedding rings. Just find a hot stranger in a mask to grind on for the night.” “Can you not?” June begs, grimacing at the thought before adding, “Aside from the…grinding…she has a point, Alex. Your sister and her girlfriend are your only friends in a city of millions. It’s time to branch out, baby bro.” Alex rolls his eyes, ready with a fresh argument about how he has friends, thank you very much. But the words immediately die on his tongue, the bitter taste of a lie that he has to swallow back down quickly and hopes to drown in liquor later tonight. “Fine,” he grumbles, the hot pink arms of his blazer crossed dramatically over his chest. June reaches up and quickly ruffles his curls before throwing open the doors and dashing inside, Nora hot on her heels. After a brief moment of rearranging his hair back to its pre-sister perfection, he heaves a deep breath, opens the doors, and steps inside.

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