#but of course there's an asterisk

[andorshitdaily]

Wandor Wednesday Wars #4 - Semifinal

Who completes the Ninja Warrior course fastest and/or makes it further than the rest of the pack?

(see original post for more info if you don't know about the sport)

Heat 1 - four will advance to the finals

Remember, FOUR will move on!! Vote for any of the four people you think should make it to the final, not necessarily who you think would WIN.

[craftbreak]

My favorite loopchat is definitely "did you know your eyes are two different shades?" but tbh i haven't stopped thinking abt the one where siffrin asks if loop is a star and they say some shit like "I'm more like a mirror. It'd be boring to be the real thing" ever since i finished the game w twohats

Like loop's favorite activities are being vague as fuck and foreshadowing. So it's entirely possible that loop starts saying star to mean like. Actor (star of the show, the star of a play and stuff like that). And they just like. Answered that at least half honestly just bc siffrin would be like "? What are you blinding talking about" and the true meaning would fly over his head bc he's still thinking about stars (celestial bodies). + it would add to a lot of stuff loop says to you not really being lies like you might think on a first impression

[asurrogateblog]

[jigsaw voice] hello pink floyd fan. you have ten minutes to draft a post speculating about what happened to syd in a way that neither exaggerates nor dismisses the role of mental health and/or drug abuse in his departure from the band while simultaneously acknowledging his personal agency without reverting to either unfair blame or ableist infantilization. if you fail to write something sufficiently nuanced that does not ultimately contribute to his unsolicited martyrdom this brick I've tied on a string to the ceiling fan above your head will swing around and probably kill you eventually idk give it a few rounds

[internetkatze]

its really funny the stuff that gets to you sometimes. for all the horrors that happen in Mouthwashing the thing that upsets me the most is bad things happening on festive occasions.

[intertexts]

the thing is like i would probably enjoy being able to write sex, i find it mostly interesting as a vehicle for vulnerability and intimacy and desire and fear and crossed wires surrounding all of those etc. and it's like, theoretically the pinnacle of those. unfortunately however 1) i have a petty kneejerk response against when people go ohh sex is so special and important and the peak of human connection.... nothing else can ever match to it... like ok cunt watch me!! and 2) i have literally zero interest as well as varying amounts of distaste in the idea of having sex myself* or even just like watching porn or whatever & i like, really don't know if i want to write something based of shadows of the shadows on the wall.... i mean thats what we all do anyway for various things that are written. nobody's actually a arthropod kinetic whos turning themself into custody or probably has firsthand experiences if they're writing that shit etc. whatever. but nevertheless!

[peridots-pixiwolf]

[Start ID. An ULTRAKILL screenshot of the end of level P-1: Soul Survivor, on standard difficulty. The screen displays that OP took 3 minutes and 5.18 seconds to complete it, got the required two kills, and ended with 9648 style points, not dying a single time. In other words, it's a perfect P-rank. End ID]

easy boss

[thedeadthree]

ok ok FINEE ill make a g*ojo girlie anything for pookie i GUESS!! <3

[kermitheefrog]

after talking to a girl tn w the same illness but who's more mentally unwell than mr at this current moment in toime I'm like how can I help u bc i know exactly how u feel rn n i want u to at least get to a slightly nicer place xxxxx

[legofrans]

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[laurabenanti]

i was tagged by the ever so lovely @eddiediaaz to bold all the things that apply to me. love you, alie ❤

APPEARANCE: i’m over 5’5” // i wear glasses/contacts // i have blonde hair // i prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // i have one or more piercings // i have at least one tattoo // i have blue eyes // i have dyed or highlighted my hair // i have gotten plastic surgery // i have or had braces // i sunburn easily // i have freckles // i paint my nails // i typically wear make-up // i don’t often smile // i am pleased with how i look* // i prefer nike to adidas // i wear baseball hats backwards

HOBBIES AND TALENTS: i play a sport // i can play an instrument // i am artistic // i know more than one language // i have won a trophy in some sort of competition // i can cook or bake without a recipe // i know how to swim // i enjoy writing // i can do origami // i prefer movies to tv shows // i can execute a perfect somersault // i enjoy singing // i could survive in the wild on my own // i have read a new book series this year // i enjoy spending time with friends // i travel during school or work breaks (if i can afford it) // i can do a handstand

RELATIONSHIP: i am in a relationship // i have been single for over a year // i have a crush // i have a best friend i have known for ten years // my parents are together // i have dated my best friend // i am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // i have a long distance relationship // i am an only child // i give advice to my friends // i have made an online friend // i met up with someone i have met online

AESTHETICS: i have heard the ocean in a conch shell // i have watched the sun rise // i enjoy rainy days // i have slept under the stars // i meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // i enjoy the smell of the beach // i know what snow tastes like // i listen to music to fall asleep // i enjoy thunderstorms // i enjoy cloud watching // i have attended a bonfire // i pay close attention to colours // i find mystery in the ocean // i enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favourite season

MISCELLANEOUS: i can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // i am the mom friend // i live by a certain quote // i like the smell of sharpies // i am involved in extracurricular activities // i enjoy mexican food // i can drive a stick-shift // i believe in true love // i make up scenarios to fall asleep // i sing in the shower // i wish i lived in a video game // i have a canopy above my bed // i am multiracial // i am a redhead // i own at least three dogs

tagging (no pressure!): @maximilff, @sculien, @singinprincess, @connie-rubirosa, @drbrennans, and anyone else who wants to join the fun~

[royalreef]

@chaosmultiverse​ inquired: “I see” Vera How my character perceives yours - Accepting

              “We are... We are one and the same, I think.

      I think. That is the stubborn thing about this, is it not? We should be. It is only reasonable, right, that we should be? We occupy very similar places in our respective societies, albeit Vera is placed within a lesser position by my people’s understandings of it, but very similar all the same. The others are not the same in the ways that myself and Vera are alike, they do not share these things with either of us, and most of our talks have to exist outside of it for proxy of what these similarities are.

      Myself and Vera both have other forces to answer to. We have people beneath us whom we are expected to command and to wield with skill, lest they suffer and die and we bring ruin to what was given to ourselves and starve us out of our own home by mass of our failure. There are expectations placed upon us, people whom we have to answer to in turn, in order to ensure the system keeps turning another day. We must keep watch over our shoulders, lest someone come to steal from our flocks, lest they poison what we promised to provide, lest they slip a knife into our backs to assume our position for themselves, claiming that they could do it better. We occupy the same orbits, visit with the same people, form deals that grow slowly and make plans that are placed with careful words and actions only as proof of what we can do. We both have to maintain a careful balance of reward and punishment, both for others and for ourselves.

      But that does not... That does not feel right, does it? This is the commonsensical thing to believe, yes, it is only rational to understand myself and Vera as one and the same, and yet it does not fit. It feels wrong to think and to say, and I am none too sure of why.

     Perhaps it is because Vera obtained her position by herself? I certainly did not ask for the title which I hold. None of my family did, none of my fellow royals ever did, and this occupies a degree of understanding among us. It is a responsibility, above all else. We are what keeps the darkness at bay, keep the population alive and happy for another day more, what is required to maintain normalcy. There is always suffering for that. And yes, it hurts, and yes, it is terrible to deal with, but it is our sacred duty above all else. Why else would we be permitted to excess, and why else would we be permitted to rule, if not tempered by the rationale of what it means to possess what we do?

      I cannot imagine ever asking for this. I cannot imagine ever trying to attain this. For a future, perhaps, for the continuation of the family line, certainly, but for the self? It is unthinkable. Alien, even. How could anyone ever progress this far, without being born into it? You have to be tempered and properly trained to possess power like this, lest you wield it with the inexperience of a child. You have to have some right to it, something which sets you apart from the rest, some proof that you can handle all that it requires of you. Not just anyone is suited to it. Even moreso that, even if a single individual was suited to it, without proper grooming, it will only be them, and their family shall fall into ruin after them.

      Who even would want that? Why would you want to be given a leash and collar to be lead around by? Why would anyone ever wish to accept the chain of responsibility? Even moreso, whoever would like what we do on its own, not as an unavoidable evil to prevent worse outcomes, not as something that you must remind yourself is earned, and that they have relinquished right to their personhood when they endangered others? All that I do is because the throne demands it, because it is necessary to its day-to-day functioning, that the world would be better off for it, that I myself am better off for it? Our other friends are afforded love by the handful, afforded to be whatever they please, do whatever they please, and not once worry about how they are seen. Why would you exchange that for this?

       It is... a stubborn thought, is it not? Why would anyone ever do this, if not bound to it by destiny? Why swear yourself to it?

      Perhaps it is like that one thing that landfolk keep bringing up, as the difference between ‘old money’ and ‘new money’? I cannot help but feel as though, even when myself and Vera are so similar, there is something... wrong. A miscalculation, perhaps, or a subtly different set of priorities.

      Either way, I truly do not wish to discuss with Vera the differences between my authority and her authority. The mere thought of bringing it up makes me... It gives me the same feelings as discussing them as those in the same position as myself, I suppose. I do not really trust it. I cannot guarantee that these things will not come back around, to be used against myself.

                                                                                    Better just to keep quiet.”

[counterturn]

It's insecurity. Love, in a world of increasing digital alienation (people communicating online instead of in-person), feels like something rare and precious. Add to this the mythological status that love and partnership have in human culture and you get a recipe for a very jealous, possessive, and insecure type of attachment.

For a lot of people (seriously, a fucking LOT of people), the simple consideration that their partner's sexual and romantic attention might not be 100.100% dedicated to them is not only terrible, but a complete, unacceptable catastrophe. There's that trope about a girl who constantly nags her man about every woman that he talks to, but even if most of us know not to be that person, for a lot of people that's the instinctive reaction to - and again, I cannot stress this enough- just the possibility of someone else claiming your partner's attention.

And it's not about abusiveness or wanting to 'own' someone or anything like that. People are just scared. Scared to lose something that they love and that is precious to them. Scared that the thing that they love so strongly and so dearly actively thinks that they are not enough. Because if you suggest polyamory it's because you want more love/sex (choose your preferred insecurity). Which means the love/sex you get from me must not be enough. And if you're bringing it up you probably have somebody in mind. Which means your romantic/sexual attention is already not focused solely on me. Catastrophe. It's a negative spiral that you can't really talk someone away from unless they've already done some inside thinking about intimacy and emotions and relationships.*

The violence comes from the last step in that chain. That feeling that, by even proposing polyamory, you have already stepped away. And because so many people derive their self-value from the attention of their partner, I would imagine it to be like coming home and the worst thing you can imagine has happened while you were away, and now that you're here there's nothing you can do about it. And I'm the one responsible for it, by the way. In case you want to kill me before you kill yourself.

The reason polyamory is hard for people to even understand is because the relationship dynamics that we're exposed to and the emphasis of the fulfilling of these dynamics as being one of the ultimate things that gives your life value (and the additional emphasis that this must all be achieved during youth, etc, etc) raise us to have tense, fragile, paranoid attachments that, even if they have very deep feelings to back them up, can still fall apart in a moment. If you look on social media, ideas like 'cheating is the worst thing one person can do to another' are seen as pretty standard course, not even really worthy of debate. It isn't easy to overcome these ideas, and if it isn't something you come up against it isn't the sort of thing you might even realize you should be trying to do.

Definitely not for everybody. I mean hell, a lot of people wouldn't be emotionally capable of processing a threesome, let alone a polyamorous relationship.

fucking hell i forget that some people violently hate polyamory and are way too proud of admitting it :/

[heatwa-ves]

selfishness ESPECIALLY unintentional selfishness is one of my favourite traits in a character

[discoknack]

Gonna learn how to use Obsidian to organize my bullshit.

Can't help people if I lost my marbles.

[saetoru]

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩ BURNER ACCOUNTS — GOJO SATORU.

contents. fem! reader, loser ex-boyfriend! satoru, exes to lovers, college! au, satoru making burners to watch your stories, miscommunications—satoru is not perfect but he’s trying okay?, gossip icons shoko & suguru <3, i had a silly idea and it turned into 2.6k words my bad

there’s a peculiar account watching your instagram stories—@user273582838, to be exact. you don’t think it’s a very well timed coincidence seeing as you and satoru have just broken up—so you decide to do some digging. 

which of course, means enlisting the help of shoko.

“i think satoru is stalking me,” you mumble, making her pause in the middle of sipping on her energy drink—for a med student, her habits don’t seem every healthy. this is her third one of the day.

“okay,” she nods, “i wouldn’t put it past him, but what makes you say that?”

“look,” you turn your phone to face her, the blank, anonymous instagram account right there on the list of users who have viewed your story. she crinkles her brows, blinking for a moment before humming.

“that definitely seems like something he’d do,” she nods—and then, “i have an idea.”

“okay,” you brighten, nodding enthusiastically, “what’s the plan?”

“try and log in with that user.”

“shoko,” you look at her like she’s grown two heads. maybe the lack of sleep is finally getting to her—no amount of energy drinks can save her at this point. “we don’t have the password—”

“—and that, dummy,” she rolls her eyes, making you scowl at the name, “is why we click forgot my password and see the last four digits of the phone number that registered the account. if it’s satoru’s number, we’ll know.”

okay—you take it back. shoko is a genius and a full-blown brilliant mastermind that you could never hope to come close to. you’re glad you chose her to help—you’re even more glad she agreed because you would not have thought of that. this is fantastic. a fool-proof plan. 

you grin wide, eyes lighting up as you gasp, “shoko! you’re so smart, that’s a great idea!”

“i know,” she grumbles, “took you long enough to notice.”

ignoring her, you quickly pull out your phone and try to log onto the account, typing user273582838 into the username box and clicking forgot my password. shoko is hovering over your shoulder, and your breath is held as you wait for the page to load and the number to pop up. within just a few seconds, the first few digits are censored with asterisks, but the last four show, and—

yeah. it’s satoru’s fucking number. just as you suspected—you and shoko scoff together at the same time, rolling your eyes. 

“well,” you look at her, lips pursed in irritation—of course, satoru refuses to give you space and leave you alone after your break up (which was his fault, might you add), “what now?”

“send the verification code to his number,” she presses, “it’ll definitely spook him when he sees.”

she’s so good at what she does, you think in awe, staring at her with heart-eyes. nodding quickly, you press send code. 

hopefully, that’ll give satoru the heart attack you want it to.

———

satoru stares at his screen in abject horror—who could be trying to log into his burner account? the only person who should possibly stumble across it is you, but surely you’re not closely inspecting your story viewers, are you? so then, who could be trying to log onto the instagram account of @user273582838?

“suguru,” he says in a trance, “are you trying to log onto the burner?”

“are you bringing that shit up again?” suguru grumbles, controller in hand as he pays attention to the screen, “i told you that was a stupid idea. a pathetic one too—”

“well, i didn’t want to keep waiting for you to send screenshots to see the stories—”

“you’re a fucking loser, do you know that? pathetic,” suguru reiterates. “move on.”

“no,” satoru hisses in disbelief, “why would i do that? now, was that you or not? you’re the only other person who knows the user.”

“as if i care to log onto your loser burner account,” suguru snorts, shaking his head in amusement. he beats satoru’s high score, turning to give him a sly grin as he adds, “i wasn’t removed, so i can view the stories all i want.”

“you’re a jerk, you know that?” satoru grunts, crossing his arms and pouting, “i’m having the worst heartbreak of my life, and you—”

“who’s fault is it that you’re dumped?”

satoru deflates. 

okay, so he supposedly hasn’t been the best boyfriend. it’s not that satoru isn’t helplessly committed to you—he’s so sickeningly obsessed with you, it’s actually a bit unhealthy. suguru says so, at least. but satoru is…well, satoru, and he doesn’t always seem to take things as seriously as most people would hope. 

evidently, that includes your relationship—though, he does insist on disagreeing on that. according to you, he doesn’t take you on dates often enough, and sometimes he flirts back with random strangers. that’s not true—he’s simply a bit of a tease and enjoys it when you’re jealous, but he doesn’t flirt back. that’s outrageous. you’ve even claimed he’s mean about it and makes a joke out of it all—satoru would never be mean on purpose; he only teases because the banter is always endearing. 

but, unfortunately, you don’t seem to see it the way he does, and now he’s woefully single and cold and alone in bed. no cuddles, no goodnight kisses, and no head scratches. 

life is so cruel sometimes. 

“suguru,” he says in distress, “i’m serious. someone’s trying to hack my burner—who could it be?”

“hmm, i don’t know…maybe the one and only person who would notice the account in the first place?”

“but why try and log in if the password is unknown?”

suguru looks at satoru like he’s stupid—apparently, he is because he’s not putting two and two together. 

“maybe because sending a verification code shows the last four digits of the registered phone number? you’ve probably been caught, you idiot.”

satoru pales at that—he didn’t think about that. it slipped his mind completely. fuck, he should’ve used a burner email instead. he stares down at his phone numbly—yeah, he thinks, he’s screwed. 

———

after two days of continuous log in attempts into satoru’s burner account—it’s only just to spook him extra—you finally decide to confront him. 

we need to talk. is all you send him. 

the three bubbles appear on his end multiple times before disappearing—you and shoko get a good cackle out of that and laugh at him for a bit before he finally answers. 

miss me already? knew it ;)

wow. what a dickhead. 

so, because you can be equally as much of a prick, you send him a screenshot of his phone number on the log in page followed by a message that says: no. it’s so you can explain this. 

the three dots show up again for a few minutes before he finally responds with: okay. you caught me. when do you wanna meet?

well, that was easy. satoru is the type to not go down without a fight no matter how cornered he is—he’s stubborn and annoying like that. you turn to shoko for help.

“meet him now,” shoko crosses her arms, “don’t give him time to come up with some ridiculous excuse.”

“what excuse could he possibly come up with?” you snort, “that he was possessed and the evil spirit in his mind made him stalk his ex like a loser?”

“true,” she concedes, taking a sip from her energy drink—seriously, how many of these does this girl drink in a day? “i just want to know what happens,” she shrugs, “so do it now.”

of course, as on brand as ever, shoko is merely in it for the drama. you roll your eyes before sighing and nodding. 

“okay,” you huff. 

meet me at my place. now.

on my way, he sends back almost instantly. 

“he’s probably just excited to see you,” shoko snorts, “like the loser he is.”

“you’re probably right,” you purse your lips in exasperation. in all your time knowing him, you’ve definitely realized that satoru is definitely…well, a case. 

———

“hey,” shoko whispers to suguru through the phone, walking out your door so you can prepare to confront satoru. “did you know satoru’s been stalking—”

“—on a burner account? yeah, i know.”

okay, she frowns to herself, that was no fun at all. suguru is already aware of the drama. but that’s no matter—surely, he can’t possibly already know that satoru has been invited over to be scolded. 

“yeah, well,” she says smugly, “did you know he’s actually on his way over to—”

“—get yelled at? yeah, i’m aware. he called me panicked. what a fucking loser.”

“okay, well since you’re up to speed,” shoko grumbles bitterly, rolling her eyes. she was supposed to be the knight in shining armor with the juicy updates—but evidently, satoru is pathetic enough to already cry to suguru about his dilemma. “wanna meet up and get sushi nearby? i bet they’ll get back together in twenty minutes.”

“i bet ten. loser pays for the food?”

“you’ve got yourself a deal.”

———

satoru sits on your couch in shame, bouncing his leg nervously as you sit on the opposite end with your arms crossed and brow raised. 

it’s quiet. he doesn’t have the guts to say anything, waiting for you to break the silence. maybe you’re not that mad.

“so,” you start, “it’s nice to finally meet you, user273582838.”

he rubs his neck awkwardly, chuckling through his nerves as he mumbles, “oh, hey there! it’s a small world, huh?”

“satoru.”

yeah, never mind. you seem pretty mad. 

“okay, look,” he begins, “you can’t blame me. you dumped me, your sweet, loving, and unsuspecting boyfriend out of nowhere! i was heartbroken and shattered—and then you didn’t even give me a chance to work it out! i was not in the right headspace to make wise decisions so…so this is basically not my fault.”

that doesn’t seem to help his case—in fact, it only makes it worse. 

“so it’s my fault?”

“wha—no!” he says quickly, “no, definitely not.”

you sigh, rubbing your forehead in defeat as you mumble, “satoru, we are broken up for a reason. you can’t overstep and—”

“it’s a pretty stupid reason,” he grumbles under his breath, crossing his arms and frowning. you glare at him from the side as you scoff in disbelief. 

“of course,” you chuckle dryly, “of course you would say that. nothing is ever serious enough to you—”

“it’s pretty fucking serious to me,” he spits, shooting you a look that tells you he’s just as shocked as you, “that’s obviously why i’m the one who’s still not moved on as easily as you. how seriously did you really take it?”

“that’s not fair,” you grit, “you made it abundantly clear you didn’t care enough, so why should i—”

“i fucking cared a shit ton,” he says incredulously, “that’s bullshit, and you know it—”

“don’t curse at me, satoru—”

“well, don’t accuse me of not caring when i clearly—”

“oh, yeah cause you cared so much when you were laughing with that waitress as she hit on you,” you seethe, throwing a pillow from your couch at him. he can catch it easily—you know this for sure, but he lets it hit him out of what you’re sure is at least a little consideration to your feelings. 

“i wasn’t laughing because i enjoyed it,” he crinkles his brows as if you’ve said the most ridiculous thing ever, “it was just funny because she was trying so hard. and you looked all cute when you got mad.”

“what kind of boyfriend enjoys watching his girlfriend get mad—”

“the kind of boyfriend who thinks his girlfriend is adorable when she’s mad—”

“yeah, well your idea of a date is going to the mall with shoko and suguru. what kind of date is that—”

“okay, i was a bit clueless sometimes, but you could’ve said something instead of just dumping me like i was some random guy in your dm’s—”

“you need to grow the fuck up, satoru—”

“now look at who's cursing!”

it’s silent—both you and him have your arms crossed and lips curled into scowls as you both glare at each other. you’re stubbornly convinced satoru doesn’t care as much as you do, and he’s firmly committed to the idea that you’re twisting him into some douche who doesn’t give two shits. 

it’s quiet like that for a bit before he deflates and slumps against the couch, rubbing his face as he groans. 

“look,” he starts, “i’m sorry. i never meant to make it seem like i enjoy attention from other girls, and i didn’t realize you wanted more dates. i’d have done things differently if you told me how you felt.”

he sounds sincere. and he’s looking at you with those eyes of his—god, those stupid little eyes that are so wide and blue and deep and full of love. even after that whole argument, satoru is clearly as painfully in love as ever. 

you sigh before playing with a loose thread on your sweatpants. 

“i…guess i could’ve talked it out first. i probably shouldn’t have skipped straight to breaking up,” you mutter, not meeting his eyes. 

satoru stares glumly at you from the corner of his eyes before he adds bitterly, “you don’t seem to miss me. not even a little.”

“toru,” you pinch your nose, “of course i miss you. i was not gonna be mopey on instagram, though—”

“doesn’t seem like it,” he huffs. he’s a bit hurt—you can tell because he’s not meeting your eyes, and he’s not got that playful little upward curl of his lips. 

you’re a bit weak, you realize—but you suppose you always have been for satoru, because you’re shuffling to his end of the couch and poking his cheek gently. 

“i miss you tons, y’know,” you murmur—you smile a little at his pout before adding, “i want more dates this time around. and stop letting girls get away with being shameless flirts.”

he finally meets your eyes—it’s like a child on christmas, the way his face lights up and his lips curl into an excited grin.

“you mean i get to be your boyfriend again?”

it’s cute—the way he asks to be your boyfriend and not if you’ll be his girlfriend. maybe you’ve been a bit unfair, maybe satoru has always cared deeply in his dumb little clueless way of his own. 

“fine,” you pretend to roll your eyes. he looks hopelessly excited as he wraps an arm around you and pulls you into his side, tucking you under his chin as he rests his cheek on your head. 

“you should really talk to me more,” he murmurs, “i’m…things fly over my head sometimes. i’m sorry.”

“i’m sorry too,” you admit, “i’ll talk to you—but you better listen to me if i do. don’t turn it into jokes.”

“i never turn things into jokes,” he grumbles petulantly, huffing to the side as you shoot him an unimpressed raise of your brow. “does this mean i can follow you again?”

“yes,” you snort.

“and you’ll follow back, right?”

“yes, satoru,” you sigh, shaking your head in amusement. he’s already back to being a handful—but you can admit you might have missed it just a bit. “but for the love of god, please delete that burner.”

“fine,” he pouts, tugging you closer. 

you giggle, he grins, and then you’re kissing—and everything feels as it should be. 

———

“they’re back together,” shoko says in disbelief, staring at your text. suguru groans, pausing mid bite as he rubs over his forehead in defeat. 

of course, you and satoru just have to make up in exactly fifteen minutes. not ten. not twenty. exactly fifteen. 

how considerate of you both. 

“are you kidding?” suguru grumbles, “so neither of us win.”

“guess not,” she says sourly, rolling her eyes. 

woefully, they both agree to split the check. 

suguru and shoko are so me and my friend every time our other friend argues with her boyfriend we deadass be making bets over when they make up and loser has to pay for boba LMAO

[friendlyneighborhoodpixie]

Very proud of this kiss

Look at my boys