#hotdog the tiger

[bigcatbulges]

Source - TylerFurStark (Available as a YCH commission from the artist)

(Artist's FurAffinity)

[f1nneas]

I’m a crust lover lowkey

[dragonanon]

If you live in the puget sound area or happen to be visiting/passing through, please for the love of god go the 85°C bakery at least once. It’s this Taiwanese bakery cafe chain that makes absolutely LEGENDARY pastries and cakes. I just ate this white chocolate strawberry bun, and that shit tasted like magic.

[lilliancdoodles]

FitMC quote book (feel free to add on) Inspired by @hepbaestus

"Your ass is grass and Ramon is the weed wacker"

"im not white im olive"

"I know the Geneva Convention is more like a Geneva Suggestion but.."

"im just a silly little bald boy"

"IT MEANS PUSSY?????????"

"if you disable mines you are disrespecting the entire Hispanic community"

“ARE YOU TRYING TO GIRLBOSS GASLIGHT ME?”

"when im cold I don't joke about murdering children, but thats just me"

"Fit it's time to sin with me" -Phil "you're acting like it's the first time" -Fit

"so much sussy Baka activity"

"I broke Jesus's face.."

"Think of me like an American Philza but im bald and a little more fucked up"

"we got spawn camped by tony the fucking tiger"

"I love balls so much"

"im pretty sure if I tried to do puppy eyes I would look like a crack addict"

"Bad, take your shirt off"

"What did kelp stand for again? 'Kill Every Living Person'?"

"I see TNT explosions that are sexy"

"Sneeg, shut up, im doing gay roleplay right now"

"Ill stop shaking my ass ramon, don't drown yourself please"

"I need my gay support slug"

"No one loves lesbians more than fitmc does"

"My sexuality is wario"

"I want to thank my 𝐵𝓇𝒶𝓏𝒾𝓁𝒾𝒶𝓃 𝐵𝑜𝓎𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹"

“The IRS was like ‘We saw you had a new source of income in 2023, care to explain that?’ And I’m like ‘Yeah, gay minecraft roleplay!’”

"Maidenless runt? I HAVE A BRAZILIAN BOYFRIEND BITCH"

"this cave is full of children and I'm god's hungriest Pitbull"

"do emo kids still exist?"

"Pro-wrestling is Hillbilly Shakespeare"

"i'll be a monkey's bare assed uncle"

"Just think about this Phil, in a few days im gonna get my hands on you"

"Hotdogs are gender-fluid in a way"

"guuuuuuurl same"

"I am crazy, and sexually ambiguous enough to do it."

"You know, just... just raw-dogging life with a smooth brain. It's not easy sometimes but someone's gotta do it."

[flowersintheimpala69]

14 year old sammy being invited by some boys in his class to his first party and more importantly his first highschool party and he’s so excited and giddy cuz he’s never really had friend before cuz they move around sm and other kids are usually put off by the random bruises (from hunts) that adorn his body and his Salvation Army clothes that are too big and his tattered shoes with holes and even tho dean is sorta in the same boat, dean is 18 and handsome and has girls all over them and sam is still awkwardly gangly. Plus the boys who invited him are part of “the cool crowd” so it feels extremely validating for them to even notice him.

anyways, Sam is hella excited and he spends an hour before hand getting ready in the bathroom and picking out his outfit and while dean would normally tease him abt it he dosent cuz he knows this is a big deal for sam and he’s so glad that his baby brother is finally making friends because he knows sammy is actually really smart and fun to be around and it breaks his heart that he never has friends to go out with.

Dean drives him to the house where that party is happening at like 8 pm and pats him on the shoulder and tells him not to drink too much and to use protection and sam yells “Dean!” and blushes deep red but then Dean tells him to have fun and that he’ll come pick him up at midnight and to “go get them tiger” and sam gives him a little smile

deans at home when at 10:00 he gets a call and it’s an unknown number but sometimes dad calls from unknown numbers so he picks up but it’s not his dads voice on the other line.

“Dean?”

It’s unmistakably Sam’s voice, but it sounds strained and shaky. Deans immediately worried and asks if everything’s all right and sam just tells him he need Dean to pick him up. And deans like okay I’ll be right there what’s the address of the house again??

And sam tells him he’s actually not at the house anymore (which worries and confuses the fuck out of dean) and says he’s about a mile away at a pay phone and he says the street corner and apologizes for making Dean drive the extra mile

And deans internally like “wtf??” Cuz sam never apologizes and starts wondering if he’s just rlly drunk. He puts a pin in it and drives to the street sam said and sure enough sitting on the curb is a sammy-looking lump. Dean leaves the engine running but gets out of the car cuz sam is still just sitting there and he starts worrying that he has alcohol poisoning but then before Dean can even reach sam, he’s up and running towards Dean and pressing his face into his chest and hugging him.

And. That’s so weird. Cuz sam is in his angsty teen phase where he dosent want to be as huggy or cuddly with dean cuz that’s “embarrassing” yet here he is pressing himself against Dean so hard it’s like he’s trying to become part of him.

Sam dosent say anything in the car or when they start driving. Dean decides this is definitely not okay and he needs to do smth so he pulls into a gas station and gets himself a raspberry slushie and sam the cola slushie he likes and he gets them hotdogs (with extra onions and mustard for sam just the way he likes it) and he drives to a little deserted backroad and they sit on the hood of the car while eating and looking at the stars

And Dean hopes the food will put sam into a better mood but besides a quiet “thanks” when Dean had handed him the food sam stays silent and it’s so not sam-like. Deans abt to prompt an explanation but sam speaks first.

“Sorry you had to pick me up,”

��It’s okay, I really didn’t mind”

Sam’s quiet for a moment then in a small and shaky voice that makes deans heart break asks “Dean, you like me, right? Like you think I’m.. you think I’m cool right?”

and deans suddenly angry cuz obviously those stupid kids must have said something to sam and but he knows Sam dosent need him yelling rn so he takes a deep breath and pulls sam into his side, sliding a hand against his nape.

“Sammy of course I like you. You’re the smartest, coolest, funniest little brother one could ask for.”

Sam smiles a bit at that and rest his head against deans shoulder, “thanks Dean.”

Dean dosent ask what the those kids must have said to him but after a moment sam starts talking unprompted.

“The uh, guys who invited me, they uh did it like as a joke,” he sniffles, “and I didn’t realize but then they started calling me a girl and saying I was a pussy and someone wanted to uh, check if I had a, um, like if I had a-if I was like a woman down there and they pushed me down and tried to take off my pants and I-I didn’t..” sam trails off with a sniff.

Dean can feel Sam’s wet face against his neck. “Oh sammy, I’m so sorry, they’re assholes don’t pay mind to them—“

“But they’re right! They pushed me down and dad trained me-us-I could’ve totally fought back but-I don’t know I froze like a girl and just let it happen-I am a fucking pussy-“ sam is interrupted by a hiccup and then starts full on sobbing and dean can only pull sam into his lap and let him sob into his chest. Sam spends the next 20 minutes sobbing and babbling into deans collar about how he wishes he wasn’t a fucking freak and wants to be normal and at one point he leans off the side of the car to puke cuz he’s crying so hard and he’s so sorry Dean I didn’t mean to get sick I’m so gross I’m sorry and deans heart breaks.

Dean has to carry sam into the car and then the motel cuz he’s so exhausted from crying. Sam stays home from school the next day. John comes home that night, and dean convinces him to let them leave town the next morning.

They don’t ever talk about it after that.

[softpawpup]

TIGER REGRESSOR SNACKS . . .

roaring and roaming the lands. gnawing into meat and fish and goodies meant for your chompers and your stomach. striped and pretty, a wonderful little cub.

🐯 jerky

🐅 berries

🐾 suckers

🐯 bacon

🐅 oranges

🐾 fish crackers

🐯 chicken

🐅 yogurt

🐾 fish

🐯 ice cream

🐅 hotdogs

🐾 steak

🐯 banana chips

🐅 honeycomb

🐾 bone candies

[writerofadream]

Fortune favors the Bold ⛓

TDI! Duncan x Juvie Bestfriend!Reader

Chapter Six: Sleepless in Seatle (Or was it Canada?) ⛓

Five Months Ago

Duncan was waiting for her in the cafeteria. He laughed once he saw her, because once her eyes met his, she groaned. "No, I am not eating." She turned away from him stalking off. "Aw, but they got your favorite, hotdogs!" He explained running after her. "I'm not hungry." She groaned trying to lose him as she walked even faster, he started running.

Finally, he tackled her and they both wrestled on the ground for a minute before he pinned her down. "Eat." He said with a warning in his voice. She shook her head. "Come on princess, I can't have you fainting again." He complained. "If I eat, Tarun. They'll make me take the meds, and I don't feel like myself with those." She explained your voice barely above a whisper.

"Okay." He sighed getting off her and pulling her up off the ground. He held her close for a minute sneakily putting an apple in her pant pocket. "Don't say anything." He whispered in her ear. She kissed his cheek coveying her thanks. "Don't mention it, L/N."

Duncan woke up with a start. Chris wanted you all up and out. He had you line up as he spoke. Duncan looked at you, since you were on the girl's side of the line. You wore a pair of shorts long enough to hide a majority of your cuts and bruises. You wore a short sweatshirt which revealed your stomach much to your dismay, you didn't have a choice when it came to the clothing Chris had bought you.

The fans screamed when they saw the tatoo on your lower back. 'Duncan Tarun' in cursive with a little tiger paw print beside the name. Duncan had a similar one only with your name and a scorpion tail on his collarbone.

"Okay, I hope your all ready for your next challenge because it begins in exactly one minute." Chris checked his watch. "Excuse me, I don't know if that's enough time to eat breakfast." Owen complained causing you to smack yourself in the face. "Oh, you'll get breakfast, Owen." Chris said sweetly which made you think Owen was not getting breakfast at all.

"Right after you complete your twenty kilometer run around the lake." You had to stiffle a laugh when Duncan muttered "What the fuck is a kilometer." but Eva had different plans. "Oh so you think your funny now. You know what I think would be funny-" She stalked up to Chris ready to beat the living daylight outta him but Duncan and Geoff held her back and you seperated Chris and Eva holding a gun at her head as Courtney gave her some advice.

"Thank you, M'Lady." Chris smiled cheekily at you causing you to swiftly punch him in the ribs before smiling back. "Your welcome." and you returned to your spot in line. Chris then had you all line up, before starting you on your run around the lake.

You and Duncan started off walking on your hands much to the confusion of the other campers. Owen tried to do the same think but failed spectactuarly.

You had gotten to eight kilometers before your hands had started to hurt, eventually you had to start running again, this time on your feet. "Your mom signing us up for gymnastics was such a good idea." You laughed breathing hard once you got to fourteen kilometers.

"Hell yeah." Duncan smiled as you finally reached the cafeteria.

You both sat down drinking some water with the other more athletic campers. Finally everyone was there. Owen was trying to bring Noah back to life, Harold was having a panic/athsma attack as Courtney berated him, Duncan was about to kill someone. You know, the usual.

Gwen realized something. "Wait... if they lost that means we won the challenge!" Her team cheered before Chris quickly shushed them. "That wasn't the challenge." He then showed a buffet and you had to laugh.

"Wait till Chis realizes the Juvie gave us one meal a day." Duncan laughed barely fazed by the buffet while other campers looked ready to pound down.

"I think maybe I'll eat a turkey leg. That's it." You laughed. "Mhm." Duncan smiled as you both let the other campers go first. He ended up having have a hotdog, and an orange, you had a turkey leg and a piece of garlic bread. The other campers ate until they were full for the next month.

"The challenge is to stay awake for as long as possible. The team with the last camper standing wins." Chris explained once everyone looked like they were about to enter food coma. "No way this lasts longer then an hour." Duncan whispered. "Oh obviously." You chuckled.

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It had been twelve fucking hours.

"I'm going to start shooting these bitches I swear." You grumbled under your breath. "Calm down, doll." Duncan muttered rubbing his eyes. You all had been herded like wild animals into a pavilion sitting around a campfire.

Owen passed out.

"Unsurprising." Duncan commented. "You know, this is a pretty decent way to avoid nightmares." You laughed shrugging your shoulders. "I guess that is a benefit. At least we won't wake up screaming." Duncan nodded in approval.

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Twenty three... god damn hours.

"Take my knife, and my gun, or else I literally will go on a murder rampage." You shoved the weapons into Duncan's hands. "Fair enough." He nodded, he had seen you go forty eight hours without sleep one time because the Juvie was on lockdown so they had alarms blaring the entire time which made it difficult for anyone to sleep... needless to say it wasn't pretty.

"I"M GOING TO FUCKING KILL THESE FUCKING GUARDS IF THEY DON'T STOP WITH THE GOD DAMN ALARMS I SWEAR JUST KILL THE FUCKING ESCAPEE BEFORE I LOSE MY SHIT." Duncan held you back from jumping the guards.

"Congratulations campers. You've made it to the 24 hour mark. Time to take things up a notch." Chris smiled happily gesturing to the pile of books next to him and Chef Hatchet who was dressed up in a sheep costume. "Fairytales." Chris explained.

"Oh this... this is terrifying." Duncan whispered.

Chef Hatchet started sprinkling you all with 'fairy dust' causing you to yawn because mixed with Chris's monotone voice and the quiet music in the background. It was getting difficult.

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51.

God.

Damn.

Hours.

"WHAT KIND OF FUCKING IMBECILE DECIDES TO DO THIS KINDA SHIT. GOD DAMN YOU FUCKING CHRIS MCLEAN NO ONE GIVES A SHIT ABOUT YOUR SAD PATHETIC LIFE BECAUSE YOU ARE A FUCKING SADIST YOU ASSHOLE CUNT EATING BITCH SUCKER FUCKER." Duncan held you back from beating the host to the ground.

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At 85 hours you started acting like you were on your meds. All happy, and sedated. Duncan started playing pranks to keep himself awake, first on Harold making him piss himself.

"What's the matter with you people? Come on fall asleep already." Chris appeared with a coffee in his hand. Gwen begged at his feet for the coffee. "You six stay with me. The rest of you please bathe, your killing the fish." Chris advised.

Chris monologued to the camera for a moment but you couldn't hear anything. Then he opened up a Canada history pop-up book and Duncan groaned beside you.

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87 hours was when Eva passed out. You had resorted to standing on your head. Duncan was doing push ups.

Holy shit, he hated Cananda.

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Duncan passed out next, his body fell to the floor and so did yours. Your eyes slid shut as Chris started talking about the war of 1812. Holy fucking hell, there was a reason you hated History class. Fucking boring. You felt Duncan's hands wrap around your waist pulling you close, and you passed out into the waiting arms of sleep.

Chris woke up Duncan since Gwen had won and Duncan brought you to the cabin, setting you down on his bed, knowing you'd freak out once you woke up.

Eva had different plans.

Someone had stolen her MP3 player.

"No one is going anywhere till I get my MP3 player back." She had kicked you all out and now you were standing against Duncan ready to keel over and die. Heather showed up with the MP3 player and returned it.

But you were more focused on Duncan then Eva's apology. "Your so cuteeee. Did I say that outloud... I'm sorryyyyy." You whined with a dopey smile swaying on your feet. "Alright darling. Time you get some sleep." Duncan laughed trying to ignore your comment.

Then it was time for campfire. Just like the day before everyone's name got called and Duncan threw your marshmallow into your mouth.

It was between Harold and Eva, and just like yesterday Chris held out a crazy long pause.

.....

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.....

....

....

"Harold!" he gave the redhead his marshmallow. "Eva, the dock of shame awaits. She yelled at her fellow cabin mates before stalking off kicking Chris in the shins.

Courtney toasted your guys marshmallows giving a toast, but Duncan and you had wandered off, both of you feeling the affects of the exhaustion now.

"Duncan, why did we say yes to Chriss?" You whispered. You both layed on your backs on a hill by the cabins staring at the stars. "We wanted freedom." He chuckled. "I never wanted freedom. I wanted you." You whisper-sang the last part causing Duncan to burst out laughing at something that really wasn't that funny.

"You are my favorite, Y/N my loveeeee." Duncan whisper-sang as well now and you giggled like a madman. That's where the cameras found you the next morning, your legs entwined, and Duncan who had pulled you close in his sleep.

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[baji-sideblog]

The Night Shift Gang masterlist

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Everyone

Art and fun facts 🎨

Fun facts part 2

Giving them flowers 🎨

Cuddles

Lady and the tramp sharing food

Surfing darling and jealousy

Hotdogs and seasons

Fake breakup prank

Summer activities

Reactions to you biting them

Team tatas or Team butt

Reactions to being called daddy/mommy

The gang with kids

Food & catnip?

Bratty darling

Foster animals & housekeeping

Shapeshifter darling

Silly doodles 🎨

Of mc 🎨

The yans dealing with trash

Ship chart 🎨

Bedroom fun time tools

Playing with their hair 🎨

Picking up yans 🎨

An admirer gives you aphrodisiac chocolates

Southern cooking 🎨

Positions

The yans and alcohol

The gang testing out their rizz

Wedding

How they did academically

Giant darling

Worm darling 🎨

Luka Komso

Pet name 🎨

POV a bad end 🎨

Affections & Punishments

Luka’s voice claim

Luka is feeling shy spicy art 🎨

Luka’s final design 🎨

Luka in his wedding suit 🎨

Mandus Bloodworth

Presents & Punishments

Pet names 🎨

NSFW alphabet POKE

Mandus on the pole 🎨

Mandus final design 🎨

Mandus’s tattoos 🎨

Asking him to pose 🎨

Mandus gives you kisses 🎨

Quinn Arburn

Treats & Punishments

NSFW alphabet AFIY

Pet name 🎨

Silly doodle reaction of pet name 🎨

Pet name alternate ending 🎨

Handle bars? 🎨

Lil Quinn 🎨

Calling them your spouse 🎨

Quinn bdsm results

Quinn’s final design 🎨

Hyper sexual darling

Rider Velic

Rewards & Punishments

Rider’s hobbies

POV bad end 🎨

Petting tiger Rider 🎨

Water activities

NSFW alphabet AKWX

Lil Rider with 🎨

Push ups with rider 🎨

Pspsps rider 🎨

Trying to put tattoos on rider 🎨

Rider final design 🎨

Rider and Nokka chilling 🎨

Rider facts with some old art of him🎨

Consequences for riling him up 🎨

Topaz Lazuli

NSFW alphabet CUTE

Topaz voice claim

Topaz enjoying her dessert

Topaz’s final design 🎨

Cuddling in her tail 🎨

Topaz rough drafts 🎨

Topaz cuddling you 🎨

Hyper sexual darling

If only the color lasted long, Topaz’s comic 🎨

Topaz Lore a bit of it

How topaz avoided home

Topaz offers you a job 🎨

Bark like you want it 🎨

Brushing her hair

Barking for her

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Random doodles of them

Darling dealing with three dummies 🎨

Baji rambles about the gang

Height chart

Monster height

Werewolf info

Sub/switch/dom

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[somerandomjewelleryonthefloor]

Oliver M. Berry High rant:

Oliver M. Berry is the best highschool out of every single highschool in the teen genre, and its a lovely refresher of drama and miscommunication and etc etc. in this essay I will-

But seriously, Oliver M. Berry is fucking awesome. The school building has NEVER... Been reused, from what I can see. Which says a lot. It's so good, you can't even reuse the background picture of it because it's in the hall of fame of 'best PB books ever'.

Berry High seems so cool. Literally you could dress like a cat girl, a Victorian era vampire, a manic pixie girl princess, a sk8er boy, in a whole ass suit, or following whatever clothes trend and not be bullied! I mean no one makes comments on your clothes choices, the only thing they comment on is how absolutely mentally ill you are when you let out a full weep over cheese fries.

Berry High looks like it smells of scented vanilla candles in the hallways, the teachers are definitely great (whether strict or nice or lazy), everyone is very well happy to be attending the school, Ollie the Tiger exists, the clubs are fun, the principal is amazing, workload has to be reasonable, and they probably have a good school nurse & good guidance counsellor.

The only downfall I can see with Berry, is how everyone can be easily influenced emotionally. Like everyone at Berry expresses their emotions well. So well that they could cause a legit riot over something they're passionate about.

I can also see Berry having a horrible situation in the lockers where it smells like axe body spray and Listerine no matter how much odor neutralisers you use.

Berry has to have a pretty bad school record with the school board too (Principal Hughs' crazy shenanigans), with how they aren't exactly wealthy enough like Hearst & Statton and the other schools- they probably can't afford funding for books and other essentials like updated projectors, updated computer software, updated renovations, and stuff like that.

That being said... I can see Berry students doing fundraisers themselves to get this stuff. because they're tired of having to deal with flickering lights in some classrooms and how the canteen hasn't been able to get better food recipes and everyone is tired of the same basic hotdogs and tuna sandwiches.

Gotta love Berry man.

[wjehfshs]

Some head-canons for cod characters while I work on a request and I’m at a family birthday party

Kinda suggestive on Keegans part, mentions of alcohol and smoking

Gaz

Held his mums hand in public until he was 17

Mamas boy

Had the type of father son relationship where they would play catch outside

Hot chocolate >> coffee

Absolutely terrified of kids but kids are all over him when he’s out in public or anywhere with kids

Whenever he got face paint as a kid at birthday party’s or something he always either got a tiger or Spider-Man

Gaming nerd

Constantly worried for Price because Price smokes

Most in tune with pop culture and social media

Has a tik tok account with 40K followers

He just posts training videos and self defence and people eat it up (people meaning me)

Pretty average childhood

First job was at a hotdog stand when he was 16

Ghost

Goes mute on rare occasions

Complete opposite of Gaz, loves kids but they’re terrified of him

Was a hot wheels kids but considering his childhood he would always just play with his friends hot wheels

Autistic

Secretly really attached to Price in a father son way but would rather die than admit it

Body is a HEATER. Literally never cold always complaining about how it’s hot

Insomniac (probably a trauma response but we don’t talk about that)

Joined the military to feel stronger than his father but stayed because he actually enjoyed it and made friends

On the rare occasion he does sleep he’s out like a light for at least 10+ hours

Type of kid in high-school to have no friends but didn’t care

Price

Favourite food is a scone

Scotch drinker

Trying to quit smoking for Gaz but struggles, needs a stress reliever from time to time

Body is also a heater but not as bad as Ghost

Was a sports kid in high-school

Kids are all over him and constantly think he’s like 97, he doesn’t mind tho he’s like a father

Typa dad to play catch with his kid

Recovering alcoholic

Very much popular nice kid in high-school. Everyone loved him and he got good grades

Sneezes like an explosion went off

Probably needs glasses to read

Soap

Basically deaf, “Huh? Huh? Huh?”

Kids hate him and he hates kids he likes it that way

Ate straight up mud and worms as a kid

Eats cereal RELIGIOUSLY

Body feels cold but he’s always saying how hot it is

Typa guy to walk an old woman across the street

Has a god awful amount of hair gel that he doesn’t even use because his hair defies gravity

Plays the bagpipes but not very well

Wakes up first. Without fail.

Ate dog food as a kid

No one touches the Mohawk (except Ghost)

Has a tik tok but like 72 followers and he gets so excited when he gets over 10 likes, he shows Gaz and Gaz doesn’t wanna break his heart by telling him that’s really not a lot

Loses his train of thought mid sentence

König

Also goes mute sometimes

When he gets too anxious and someone tries to talk to him and he’s not mute he’s speaking German and German only

Cold, all the time

Bounces his leg when he sits

Cant sleep properly for shit

Cuts his own hair because he hates having to communicate to people

His first birthday present was a fake crown from his parents

Kind of kid to hide behind his parents legs when he was little

Doesn’t drink or smoke or anything because it makes him sick

Likes soup idk why he just likes soup

Animal person but he’s so scared of hurting them especially really small animals like kittens

Gets sunburnt really easy

Sleeps with 5 thick blankets + 1 weighted blanket

Like soft fluffy things

Has to sometimes make his own clothes or blankets considering his size

Had a childhood cat that he considered his best friend

Keegan

Calls everyone who’s younger than him “kid” even if they’re just an hour younger or smth

Swears he’s a good driver (he’s canonically not)

Bit of a perv honestly (by bit I mean very much). He’s not creepy or anything just dirty minded

Was a Lego kid

Avoids children like the plague

Drinks beer but ever rarely

Also chronically cold

Was always the cooler older cousin

Like his steak burnt to a crisp

Spicy food enjoyer

Also good with pop culture and social media

Has a Twitter with 60K followers

Posts stuff in tactical gear

Knows what he’s doing if you know what I mean

Listens to metal

Also likes playing games

Really really nice hands

Ok that’s it for now. Can you tell I like Gaz and Keegan the most? Yeah. I want them

It’s so cold outside rn wtf

[lovedrunkheadcanons]

Chapter Contents

(Arranged Marriage Fic) Read on AO3

Rated M

Satoru was the one who suggested they attend a baseball game together. “Things have gotten pretty shitty around here,” were his exact words. “And I want a reason to make Utahime jealous.” Hannah was in no position to refuse. It was indeed a dark time for Japan. The theater had left a terrible gloom over the country. Sixteen days since the “terrorist bombing” and the public still did not know the truth behind the attack, believing Aum Shinrikyo responsible. Unreal, they thought. The mysterious disappearances of children, gas leaks blowing up schools, and now this? A terrorist attack leaving more than 600 dead. Holy crap, what was this world coming to?

So then. How did Tokyo remedy this depressing gloom, you might ask? Well, they sat down to enjoy a baseball game. That’s what. Yeah, show those terrorist devils that their doomsday plan was a failure. That they couldn’t upend this country’s way of life no matter how hard they tried. Sports offered a way back to normalcy, to heal. And what better way to heal other than baseball?

No, that was not hyperbole.

Other than the matsuri festivals celebrated at the end of the year, seldom was it socially acceptable for people to let their hair down and unwind from the eighty hour workweek and strict school system. So for many Japanese diehards, baseball was its own religion, its own art form, a means of escape where the impossible became possible and dreams of the most remarkable kind came true. Hard work. Perseverance. Athletic excellence. The team sport affectionately dubbed “America’s national pastime” could just as easily be “Japan’s national pastime.” There was no modern sport Japan loved and revered more than baseball. They practically lived and breathed it. Even football, the most popular sport on earth, couldn’t vie for Japan’s heart. This was bēsubōru country, baby, take your checkered soccer balls and kick them somewhere else.

Satoru had opted they go to a day game. The Yomiuri Giants were playing against the Hanshin Tigers, their arch rivals, and as expected the Dome was seated to the brim. Shaped like a humongous egg, Tokyo Dome could house well over 45,000, but the attendance that afternoon felt innumerous, as if the entire city, baseball and non-baseball fans alike, had taken off work to witness the spectacle.

Rival fans uniformed in either Yomiuri orange or Hanshin black and yellow waited behind concession stands, peddling headbands (hachimaki), baseball caps, colorful frying pans, drumsticks, and various other noisemakers. Cheerleaders and mascots danced their routines, waving to the crowd from the field as young “beer girls” in highlighter-yellow uniforms walked up and down the stadium aisles, carrying pony kegs on their backs to serve cold beer to the masses.

Hannah noticed then that she wasn’t wearing Tigers or Giants gear like the rest. Instead, Satoru had lent her one of his jerseys. Emblazoned in all caps on the front was the bold word “SEATTLE” with the eye of a compass centered in front of the “S,” which felt odd because Seattle was an American city. Was there a Japanese Seattle she didn’t know about? The player on the back read “ICHIRO 51,” and the fit was five sizes too big. She had to button it up to keep it from sliding off her shoulders.

Looking out at the field, Satoru had bought them good seats; not too high up, but not too close so Hannah could capture everything. They were sitting on the Tigers’ side. She took a bite out of her enormous hotdog that could easily feed two people and glanced at her husband sitting adjacent, sipping his soda through a straw, dark glasses hiding his eyes as he observed the buzzing atmosphere below. He had his baseball cap on backwards, monickering the Japanese flag.

Evidently, they were both pacifists at this game. Like her, Satoru had chosen not to wear Giants or Tigers gear, nor a Seattle jersey. Rather, his uniform showed two red birds perched on a baseball bat. “St. Louis Cardinals” stitched in retro cursive on the front with a patch on the sleeve cap stamped “2006 World Series Champions.” Her eyes landed on the name lettered on the back in cardinalate red. “TAGUCHI 99.”

“I watched Taguchi Sō play during the 2006 World Series as a teen,” Satoru said, catching her snooping as he slurped his soda. “Not many Japanese players make it to the MLB. Much less, the World Series. But the man did it twice. He’s the first Japanese to have won two World Series rings during his time in the States. An absolute legend.”

Hannah swallowed her mouthful of hotdog, listening intently. “Does that make him your favorite player?”

Satoru grinned and shook his head. “Nah, I don’t have a favorite player,” he chuckled. “Keeps things interesting that way.”

The game was already in full swing by that point and had transitioned to the top of the third. The two teams remained scoreless. Hannah watched as the Giants pitcher stood on the mound, got in his stance, and fully rotate his arm in spectacular motion to deliver his throw, a nasty two-seam fastball clocked at 92 mph, but the Tigers hitter standing in the “batter’s box” had a good eye and swung his wooden bat — CRACK!! — thus making solid contact. And like a shooting star the baseball ricocheted off the slender wooden stick and took flight, soaring higher and higher, beyond the left outfielder’s bandwidth. Now positively electric, half the stadium rose from their seats, thinking it would stay fair, but alas. The buffering wind veered the baseball away from the foul pole and sent it plummeting to the stands. A very distinct groan could be heard throughout the stadium as the Tigers hitter jogged from first base back to home, shaking his head in frustration. It’s not a home run, but a foul ball.

Hannah blinked, not having a clue what just happened and swallowed another biteful of hotdog.

“Honestly, I thought it would be more like cricket.”

Drinking his soda, Satoru froze mid-slurp to give her a blank stare. “You do realize you’ve just insulted both cricket and baseball fans with that sentence, right?”

Ah yes, that was another fundamental Hannah quickly learned. Baseball was not cricket, and cricket was not baseball. They were totally different sports and no fan dared commit sacrilege by conflating the two. However they were both admittedly complex, yet Satoru had done a good job giving her play-by-play as the game went on, making sure he covered all the basics. If she understood him correctly, the rules of baseball were as follows:

Baseball is a game played between two teams, whose goal it is to score more “runs” (points) than the other. After nine “innings” where each team has gotten nine chances to score runs, the team with the most points wins. If the score is tied, the game goes into extra innings. Now, in order to score a run, an offensive player must put the baseball in play by hitting it with a wooden bat; either with a full body swing, or holding the bat horizontally over “home plate” to tap the baseball gently which is called a bunt. If the hitter is successful and manages to hit the baseball and it stays fair, then he must run around and step on the three “bases” (cushions/also called the “bags”) that are evenly spaced like a diamond as fast as he can before running across home to score one run. If the hitter misses the oncoming “pitch” (throw), or he does not swing and the baseball is caught within the “strike zone” then it is labeled a strike against him. Alternatively, if he does not swing and the baseball is caught outside the strike zone, then it is labeled a ball. If a hitter gets three strikes, he is out. But if the hitter gets four balls before he gets three strikes, he is automatically awarded first base. If the batter hits the baseball, but it is caught midair by an opposing player on the field, then the batter is also out. Additionally, if the hitter is running around the bases and an opposing player “tags” him with the baseball in his glove (there are nine opposing players on a field), or steps on the base with the baseball in his glove…

You get the point.

As one might imagine, baseball could be very confusing. There were a lot of rules involved. That’s why it was advised to watch the sport in person. And while she was intimidated by it then, Hannah would eventually fall head over heels in love with baseball that season. In fact, nine times out of ten, the Gojo’s future date nights would be spent eating fried foods at baseball games and cheering on Hannah’s beloved Seibu Lions down at Belluna Stadium. And for their third wedding anniversary Satoru would fly them out to Los Angeles to watch Team Japan take on Team USA in the 2017 Baseball World Classic semifinals. Japan would not advance, sadly, nor retake the championship title for another six years, but Hannah would be cheering passionately throughout the entire game, start to finish; Scoffing when the umpires made the wrong call and leaping for joy when Kikuchi Ryosuke homered in the bottom of the sixth. But as of now, Hannah was a beginner, trying to learn the nuances between a “splitter” and a “cutter.” So far, the pitches looked identical.

For the rest of the game the foreign wife continued observing and listening. She had memorized the chants the fans were clapping to and liked the taiko drums and brass trumpets blaring from somewhere out in the stands. However, she still struggled to know when the baseball was fair and when it was foul. Satoru would lean along his armrest to explain. She could tell he was enjoying himself. His breath tickled her skin.

“See the white lines on either side of the baseball diamond, leading up to the foul poles?” Hannah saw the chalked white lines he was referring to and nodded. “The baseball is fair if it stays within those two lines. Anywhere else, it’s foul.”

“Except when it passes over third or first base?”

“Alright, now you’re getting it,” he nudged her affectionately with his elbow, “You’re catchin’ on quick, Princess. Soon you’ll be calling balls and strikes.”

Hannah smiled proudly at his praise and broke into jubilant applause as the Tigers hitter from earlier successfully hit the oncoming pitch yet again. This time the baseball was a line drive out to right field, staying fair. Her eyes followed the Tigers player as he raced around the diamond, stopping at third base before the Giants' baseman could tag him out. He’s safe, it’s a triple. The crowd yelled and cheered. Then the second hitter in the Tigers’ lineup stepped inside the batter’s box, looking to bring his teammate home from third. Their momentum would carry on for the remainder of the game.

By the end of nine innings, the Hanshin Tigers would defeat the fan favorite Yomiuri Giants: 6 - 2

After their baseball extravaganza, there was still quite a bit of daylight left and most venues were open. Satoru and Hannah decided to explore the area, and of course this meant visiting a garden. Koishikawa Kōraku-en (Garden for Taking Pleasure Later) was conveniently situated right next to the Dome. It would’ve been a cryin’ shame not to go.

Hannah was practically bouncing with excitement. Kōraku-en was one of the three most treasured gardens of Japan. What made it unique to the other two, however, was the blended harmony of Japanese and Chinese elements, which was inspired by a famous poem where the emperor could only rest easy once his people were taken care of; hence the garden for “taking pleasure later.” In the early weeks of spring it was a popular destination to photograph the pink sakura blossoms, and then the vibrant red maple and golden ginkgo leaves come autumn. Like the Gojo’s garden back home, Kōraku-en was centered around a resplendent lake with ducks and koi fish. Satoru and Hannah walked along the large moss-covered rocks and stepping stones, listening to the gentle waterfalls scattered here and there. The fiery azaleas bushes and hanging wisteria were still in bloom. With no June rain to sabotage the mood, walking the pathways made for a lovely summer stroll, and since it was a weekday, the crowds weren’t as heavy. They could hear the birds chirping way up in the trees, blocking out the car horns and sirens of Tokyo. The city felt as though it were miles away.

An hour later, Satoru and Hannah left the garden and stopped near a fancy looking vending machine to grab a quick treat, which was yet another quirk about Japan: The various kinds of vending machines. Want a healthy banana to snack on? There’s a vending machine for that. Need an umbrella on a rainy day? There’s a vending machine for that. Forgot to bring tampons with you to work? Yup, there’s a vending machine for that too. The Japanese were nothing if not resourceful.

Satoru’s vending unit of choice was the much beloved Okashi Gaku’s “Cake in a Can.”

The plastic canisters were see-through, but Hannah couldn't make up her mind on what flavor she wanted, so she allowed her husband to pick for her. She watched him swiftly dial the keypad, numbers 1 and 4, and pay for the cakes with his IC card he used for boarding the metro. Like a soda dispenser, two cans dropped to the bottom. Her husband bent down to retrieve them and handed her the pink one. “Almond Cherry Blossom” it read, while Satoru selected “Chocolate Sponge with Strawberries” for himself.

“Cheers,” he sang, holding up his plastic can. Hannah let out a small giggle and clanged her cake can to his.

“Cheers,” she responded back, and not forgetting her manners added a small, “Itadakimasu.”

They peeled back the aluminum lids simultaneously. Satoru didn’t waste time unwrapping his plastic spoon and dug in, but Hannah paused for a moment to examine the novelty confection. She gently poked the strawberry chips at the top and spooned out a dollop of white cream. She then brought it to her lips, taking her first bite.

“So?” she heard Satoru say. He had already finished half his can. “What do you think?”

Hannah chewed the melted strawberry chips. The first layer of cream was actually mochi mixed with red bean paste, giving it a truly Japanese flavor and on the sides were jellied sakura blossoms made of kanten. The almond cake wasn’t too sweet, nor too rich either. Just how she liked it. Delicious! Hannah gave a hum of approval, which enticed Satoru to coast over her.

“Here, I wanna taste.”

And that’s when things took a dramatic turn.

Every ligament in Hannah’s body came to a screeching halt as her husband leaned over and took a huge, relishing bite of the pre-scooped cake on her spoon. The very same spoon she had also used. He closed his mouth and withdrew the plastic between his lips slowly. Too slowly. Her heart seemed to skitter. No hesitation, he had eaten off her spoon. Gojo Satoru had just eaten off her spoon. Her. Plastic. Spoon. Did that imply, oh God, have they quite possibly shared…

…an indirect kiss?

“Meh, it’s alright I guess,” Satoru said, licking the cream off his lips, as though everything was normal. “Could use more mochi.”

She couldn’t believe it. The Japanese were known for being absurdly polite. They were soft spoken. Reserved. Perhaps a bit shy like herself and conscientious of how their peers perceived them when not inebriated or cheering at a baseball game. Individuality was often frowned upon. They even had a saying for it: The nail that sticks out gets hammered down. But Satoru? Satoru was a huge stubborn nail that refused to yield. He carried none of those polite mannerisms, tending to voice the quiet parts out loud. If he didn’t like you, he said so. If you were looking for his honest opinion, he gave it to you. Brash. Chatty. Arrogant. He was also teasingly sarcastic and coquettish, making it hard for Hannah to know when he was flirting and when he was being his generic obtuse self. Wait, is that what was happening? she thought. Was he flirting with her?

She couldn't help but notice how people, especially women, young and old, blushed when they passed them by on the street, whispering to their friends and giggling. Hannah knew what had them talking. How did a foreigner like her end up with a guy like that? Yes, even with the dark frames covering his eyes, Satoru was strikingly handsome in every breadth of the word. Snow white hair, turquoise blue eyes, and sculpted tall body, he was a magnet for attention.

Earlier when they were leaving the stadium, Hannah watched him stretch out, and as he raised his arms, his baseball jersey rolled up and her eyes focused on the deep grooves chiseled along his hip bones, the muscled abdominals, a happy trail of white hair lining down his naval, before he lowered his arms and the jersey fell back into place. Good lord. Her heart ratcheted in her ears and there was no avoiding the tingling sensation that ran along her scalp, down her neck, and around to the front. A strange warmth she couldn’t adequately describe pooled between her thighs, thrumming. She clenched her legs together and tried suppressing the horrendous flush from creeping up her cheeks, praying he didn’t notice. Merely thinking about it had her blushing again.

Much about their argument whilst inside the Domain had gone unsaid. Her virginity rang out like a distress signal. It still had her reeling, knowing he knew what she looked like without her clothes on. But if he had done it more than once, it meant he liked what he saw, no? Isn’t that what she wanted? They were bound to talk about it sooner or later. You're not a little girl anymore, Hannah. You’re married. Yet the bride felt there had been a glitch. Like some sort of hidden communication was going on between them that her grasp of the Japanese language, or any language, couldn’t translate.

“Yum, that really hit the spot,” Satoru said, eating the last of his chocolate strawberry cake. “Want me to finish yours?”

Hannah, suddenly not making eye contact, shoved the sakura cake can in his lap. He swiped it gleefully, but noted her odd behavior.

“You okay, Princess? Is something the matter?”

“N-No, nothing is the matter.”

“You sure? Your face is all splotchy. Could you be having an allergic reaction?”

“I promise you, I’m fine.”

Unconvinced, Satoru grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around, her cheeks like cherry tomatoes. Hannah forced herself not to squirm as he brought the back of his hand up to her forehead.

“Hmm. It doesn’t feel like you have a fever,” he said, moving his back hand from her forehead down to her burning cheek. “Maybe you need to drink more fluids.”

More fluids. Right. Not the hormonal fluids swimming through her bloodstream. Nope. Definitely not those.

Hannah coughed and turned aside, encouraging him to let go, and quickly got to her feet, relieving the queasiness building in her stomach. “Really, I’m fine,” she wiped the sweat off her palms, “So, where to next?”

Satoru threw their empty cake cans away in the nearest recycling bin. He checked the time on his phone, 4:47 PM, nodded, and started walking towards an unknown destination. Hannah followed his lead and after a few short blocks realized he was guiding her towards the gate entrance of an amusement park. But right as they crossed the gates he turned himself around, slipped her a devilish wink that said “I’m up to no good,” and suavely, effortlessly, wove his calloused fingers with hers and clasped them together.

He brought her inside the park, holding her hand.

It was easy for the average person to forget how big Tokyo was. How big exactly? Well, big enough to fit a grand total of 23 amusement parks. That’s how big.

Satoru waited with Hannah as they stood in line for the Ferris wheel. Phase 1 and 2 of Operation: “Make Sure Wife Had Fun" had been a smashing success. He had taken the day off for it: No missions. No annoying higher-ups to play stupid politics with. No official documents to fill out. He had enjoyed a long overdue break. Finally! Now on to Phase 3.

They hadn’t changed out of their baseball attire. Hannah rarely wore her hair down, but today it was half-tied in a lavender ribbon. He had been enamored all day watching the glossy auburn locks swish around her waistline, brown, gold, and red. His Suzuki Ichiro jersey was way too large for her, but something inside him liked that. Looked a million times better on her than it ever did on him. Best of all, Hannah had smiled more in the last seven hours than she had in the three months they had known each other. And boy, did she have a beautiful smile. Absolutely radiant. The kind that could light up a whole room and make a grown man’s heart jolt into a full-on sprint. Verdant brown eyes. Petal soft lips. Those cute freckles dotting her nose. That ass in those jeans. Ugh, it just wasn’t fair.

This is my…friend I was talking to you about

Friend. A ripple of embarrassment shot through him at the memory, his pride feeling as though it were torn to shreds. He hadn’t forgotten the fact he’d been flatly friendzoned, and knowing he had made her cry because he chose to think with his dick and not his brain made the feeling worse. It was his fault. That’s really what this day was for. Satoru was going to make it up to her. Properly. He only hoped she wouldn’t reject his advances.

The Six Eyes wielder had been more, how would he put it, handsy than normal. (No, not that kind of handsy. Get your mind out of the gutter). More straightforward. Bolder. Testing to see how far she'd let him push the envelope before growing uncomfortable; touching her, giving sidelong glances, feigning ignorance, etc. He thought eating off her spoon made it blatantly obvious. Best piece of cake he’d ever had by the way, and her reaction had been adorable. Baby steps, Satoru. You can do this. Let her set the tone.

Hannah had made a hard pass on the roller coaster, but Satoru was able to persuade her into riding the log flume with him - she enjoyed that part - and more than once she let him snap a pic of her as they explored the park, choosing which attraction to ride next. They rested for a quick dinner and decided on a shooting gallery ride called “Gan Gun BATTLERS” where they wore 3D glasses while sitting on animatronic chairs, shooting various targets with ray guns. Satoru was especially proficient on that ride. The couple rode other stuff, but Hannah did not enjoy the haunted house one bit, and as Satoru expected she gripped the back of his jersey and kept her eyes closed the entire trek. He thought the special effects were rather lame, but liked her clinging to him, wanting his protection, so that was a win, right?

Their final ride for the evening was the huge Ferris wheel named “The Big-O” due to its centerless frame, an engineering feat at the time it was built. However, Satoru had other things on his mind than gigantic rotating wheels. For much of the day, he had been brushing his fingertips against hers in an effort to hook a finger and hold her hand. In theory they had already held hands before inside the Domain, but she had been too scared for it to hold any meaning. He had succeeded when they arrived. He kept trying to push his luck again as they waited in line. Everytime their fingers touched, his eyes would flick back to check her reaction. She refused to look at him, blushing, her cheeks tinted a pretty pink. So cute.

By the time they stood at the front of the line, his hand was prying apart her hina doll fingers to slide them through the openings. Her palm was soft. He worried he would scratch her with his calluses.

She hadn’t pulled away.

So neither did he.

Phase 3 was lookin’ good. Gojo-1, you’re clear for takeoff.

The attendant waved them inside the glass caged gondola and they cozied up next to each other, still holding hands. A couple seconds later, the attendant gave the thumbs up, and the ride cranked and whirred, slowly lifting the gondola forward away from the ground. Too cramped to fit his 6’2 height, Satoru crossed his legs along the empty seats. Hannah admonished him for it. “That’s not safe,” but he wasn’t concerned. The Ferris wheel could break down and collapse on top of them and he could walk out of there, carefree, with his hands behind his head.

The sun dipped below the horizon, transforming day into night. The gondola kept rising higher and higher till they reached the very top. They could see inside the Tokyo Dome and the roof of LaQua spa. Screams and laughter could be heard as people riding the roller coaster roared past them. The inside of the gondola was equipped with a karaoke machine. Anxious by their proximity and the fact they were too high up to go anywhere, Hannah scrolled through the digitalized playlist, pretending to be busy while averting eye contact, which greatly amused Satoru. Note that she had not let go of his hand. He peered out the glass window at the city, mouth curving into a frown. Damn. Thought it would be higher. Then his eyes caught the peak of Tokyo Tower blinking miles away in the distance. Aha, now that’s more like it.

Barely a second ticked by for the Six Eyes wielder to unclasp Hannah’s hand and pull her close, the momentum bringing her flush against his chest.

“Oof. Satoru, what in — ”

“Fasten your seatbelts, ladies and gents. We’re going places.”

“Places? L-Like where?”

“You’ll see,” he said, circling his arms around her. “Hope you're not afraid of heights.”

That was all the warning she got. The Jujutsu sorcerer kicked open the gondola's door, setting off the safety alarm, and in a heartbeat the Ferris wheel and amusement park became a blurring rush. Time and space sped rabidly, but it wasn’t nauseating like a carnival ride. Hannah instead felt weightless as though she were floating in a vacuum, until the cold, biting wind assailed her. They weren’t moving anymore. Satoru had warped them outside someplace, but where? Hannah blinked her eyes.

The married couple stared at each other for a fleeting moment, turquoise blue colliding with moss brown, before both of them diverted their gazes, and that’s when Hannah looked down and saw there wasn’t a floor. Or even the ground.

They were high up. Waayy high up.

Like three hundred meters high up.

With nothing underneath to catch them.

The panic was immediate. Satoru had his forearm wrapped around her lower back, keeping her aloft so that she could stand on his toes, but Hannah grabbed onto his torso as though she were a koala bear hugging a tree, afraid they would fall.

“Where the blazes are we?!” she cried.

She could hear the shrug in his voice. “Tokyo Tower.”

“What?!!”

“I took us to the top of Tokyo Tower.”

Hannah’s eyes saw the red and white latticed steel, illuminated in lights like the Eiffel, the same tower that was once the tallest structure in the world. Satoru wasn’t kidding. They really were at the top. The tippy top. He could’ve chosen to warp them inside the observation deck, but no. The more she looked down, the more Hannah thought her stomach would cave in on itself and forfeit her dinner. Her vision swayed.

“Satoru, I-I want down!” she whimpered.

“You’re perfectly safe, Hannah. I’m not gonna drop ya.”

“Get me DOWN!!!” she cried harder, tears ready to fall. Hannah rarely raised her voice, but her tone was obstinate. She didn’t care that he was the strongest. She wanted down that very instant.

Meanwhile Satoru was at a loss. He had meant the acrophobia comment as a joke. She had no issues riding the Ferris wheel, so he figured why not take his chances; Go big, or go home as they say. He hadn’t expected this to be her reaction (though looking back on it he probably should have). If he wanted to pull off Phase 3, he was going to have to redirect her fear.

Knowing she couldn’t escape or risk falling to her death, Hannah buried her face into her husband’s chest. It was getting cold, the breeze whipping all around them, her hair flying everywhere. She shivered and huddled closer to him for warmth.

Now on any given day Satoru would be over the moon for receiving a hug from Hannah, but there were two issues: One, she was terrified (and maybe a little angry with him). And two, her nipples had hardened from the night chill and were pressing into his chest through the baseball jersey, which had him visualizing other…things. Like those same pretty pink buds rubbing between his fingers and melting in his — Anyway, why did he bring her up here again? Oh, yeah. That’s right.

“Hannah.” He cradled her buried cheek and gingerly turned it to one side. “Look.”

Hanging onto him like her life depended on it, Hannah drew the courage to pull away from his shirt and open her eyes.

Her mouth parted.

More than three hundred meters below, the city had become a glittering firework. They could see everything, every street corner and alleyway; The trains, the humongous JumboTrons, the white and yellow taxis, skyscrapers looking like Lego pieces, the Sumida-gawa river slicing the capitol in half. They could see Tokyo Dome and the amusement park; The bright red Buddhist temple Sensō-ji in honor of Kannon, the goddess of mercy, next to the Shinto shrine Asakusa-jinja, and Niju Bridge meant for leading guests towards the Imperial Palace with Mount Fuji’s grandeur overseeing all. So much music and noise and color. This was what he wanted to show her.

“Wow,” she whispered, no longer worried about the height. “It's beautiful.”

“Yeah,” Satoru answered, but he wasn’t looking at the view. “It is.”

The ribbon that had tied back Hannah’s hair had unraveled, leaving the auburn tresses to blow where they may. The wind brought her scent to him. Lilies after a spring rain. He could see the green in her hazel eyes, transfixed by all the noise and color, the soft pillows of her lips filling him with unexplained longing. More beautiful than any person had permission to be.

Man, he had it bad.

Satoru had always prided himself on not taking anything, or anyone, too seriously. Then life threw him a wicked curveball he couldn’t avoid. Not that he’d want to avoid Hannah. She was like warm sunshine in this dark, twisted world. She cared about him in ways no one else had since high school and she didn't treat him like an alien from a different planet. She was kind and courageous and beautiful, and so, so smart. For heaven’s sake, she knew how to milk a cow and spoke multiple languages. Three whole months he’d been holding back on her. This woman who he purchased for four and a half billion yen, yet whose value was beyond price. He couldn’t recall the partners who came before. They were nothing more than bodies and faces and hands. The stars, the moon, the sky; they had nothing on this sweetheart in his arms.

He could already hear his subconscious mind warning him to take heed: “She is to be your companion in happiness and enjoyment, but not your companion in the next world.” “She is to be your companion in eating and drinking, but not your companion in experiencing the ripening of actions.” “She is to be your companion in pleasure, but not your companion in suffering.” Imperfect. Unreliable. Temporary. That is how a husband on the Path should view his wife. He’d have to let her go one day, whether it be eighty years, twenty years, or tomorrow. Getting attached would make things worse, but fuck it. That ship had already sailed. It was too late to turn back now.

Cause I don’t want to be your friend.

When Gojo Satoru was born, it was said that the balance of the world shifted, birthing the dawn of a new shining era, the likes of which no one could’ve imagined.

When Gojo Satoru fused Red and Blue to make Hollow Purple, there was nothing in existence strong enough to defeat him. He was invincible. The greatest. History in the making.

But when Gojo Satoru fell in love for the first time, both body and soul, that new shining universe, that invincibility, changed. You couldn’t hear it. It didn’t make a sound: The sky didn’t fall. The ocean didn’t dry up. The earth didn’t quake. A world record wasn’t broken. All it took was one glance, one touch, and suddenly life would never be the same. He had found a weakness, forever woven into the fabric of his heart. Resistance was futile.

Not wanting to fight the inevitable any longer, Gojo Satoru tilted his wife’s chin. Brushed back her long auburn hair. Closed his eyes.

And pressed his lips to hers.

Chapter Contents

[mike104]

I found the episode of blood c

Name: Shawn

Species: Dog

Gender: Male

Age: 7-19

Favorite game: Nekojishi, Super meat boy

Favorite movie: the fox and the hound, over the hedge, puss in boots

Favorite show: Daniel tiger neighborhood

Favorite food: hotdog

Sexual orientation: Bisexual, Pansexual

[finleyforevermore]

2023's StEx Appreciation Month!

Day 6: Buffy the Buffet Car

Anna Jane Casey in the first picture, Aiko Nakasone in the second picture, Renee Chambers in the third picture, and Anne Tiger in the fourth picture.

Favorite Actor(s): Lola Knox (Broadway, 1988-1989), Charlotte Avery (Japan/Australia Tour, 1987), Lilia Sixtos (Mexico, 1997-1998), Louise Perez (Bochum, 2001-2004, swing), Sophie Wallis (Bochum, 2016-2017, swing), and Carla Pullen (Bochum, 2011-2016).

Face Claim/Voice Claim: Anne Tiger (face) and Louise Perez (voice)

Favorite Song(s)/Scene(s): Girls' Rolling Stock

Favorite Costumes: London, Broadway, and pre-2018 Bochum. Also I like her hair best when it's brown.

Favorite Ship(s): Smoked Hotdogs (Ashley x Buffy)

Headcanon(s):

Most people headcanon her and Ashley to be lesbians, but she shows affection to Greaseball during "Pumping Iron", so I think it's more likely that she's bisexual.

She dyed her hair blonde at some point (hence her wig being blonde starting in 2002), but it just wasn’t her style, so she removed the dye and went back to good ol' brown!

Unpopular Opinion: I don't think I have one!

[friendship-showdown]

Friendship Showdown: Preliminary Round #35

Propaganda:

Darius and Elinor (Inkheart): no propaganda submitted

Nathan Seymour and Hua Pao-lin (Tiger and Bunny): Nathan is a transfem non-binary that uses he/him pronouns Hua Pao- Lin is so supportive, literally shouts at a villain for calling Nathan a cowardly colleague who is neither guy nor girl Nathan once tried to cut her hair (only messing it up because she got distracted by hotdogs) Nathan, Pao-lin and Karina have little girl meet ups which I think is very cute

Kuki Shinobu and Arataki Itto (Genshin Impact): They have like 2 braincells and Shinobu has both of them, she keeps him in check all while going along with his nonsense, he's family to her when hers sucks, she always bails him out of trouble and he's always ready to sing her praises, they're the brains and the brawn, an inseparable duo

[aestheticvoyage2023]

Day 274: Sunday October 1, 2023 - "Where The Dream is Alive"

With a day to burn in Iowa, I knew exactly what we should do - there is a home plate up in Dyersville, that we should all cross, as baseball fans, once in our lifetime. And when else would we be an hour away? So we pointed Dad's truck north towards Dubuque, and pulled into the white dirt road driveway, to the most perfect field - the Field of Dreams.

We wasted no time finding ourselves out in that Iowa Corn, still green as it stood up as both the outfield fence and bleachers. Didn't find any ghosts out there, but the field itself donned 9 fields, a batter, and an ump as an over 58 baseball league from Chicago showed their stuff to the passing tourists. We got ourselves some hotdogs and beers and cheered for the old men playing a game; the most beautiful way to spend a Sunday afternoon. They're living out a dream. Not in playing here so much, but to still have a game to play. I envied them, I thought, as I enjoyed the cold Corn lager that they brew locally using the same corn we had just walked in. Bob Seger's voice wisped in the wind, talking about reminiscing on the days of old - "soothes the soul."" I said as I rolled the baseball in my hand. Everything here was exactly as I imagined it. The wooden bleachers, the backstop, the house on the hill, the long driveway. It felt so much like being home in Breckenridge and maybe that adds to the sentiment and nostalgia. Is this Heaven? the famous quote asks. It is Iowa, and its every small farm town America. And the dream may have little to do with baseball or having a catch, as much as it does with being able to slow down and relax a little, and play, and enjoy the blue sky, and the way the wind blows the corn. Thats the dream, here. A bubble - where you can leave reality behind a little bit, step into a movie set, a better story, and a beautiful place. I bought a shirt, a souvenir, for all of that.

We drove from Dyersville on through Dubuque crossing into Illinois and following the 20 through Rockford on the way to Midway, up and down through curvy and hill farmland. It was good for my nervous system - I took the backseat to just quietly go along. We listened to the Tigers on the radio, Miggy's last game. It was calming, a nice drive as we put a little bit of new track on the map. Miggy made an out in the field and the fans all gave him love. The Tigers closed out a win on the last day of the regular season, as auspicious day to spend at The Field of Dreams - Miggy was a great Tiger, we listened to an all time great hang it up. And the show lived up to the hype. Its easy to be romantic about baseball - and as Miggy got that unassisted put out at first, it was easy to believe in such a thing as the baseball gods.

Song: Bob Seger - Old Time Rock & Roll

Quote: Chance to squint at a sky so blue that it hurts your eyes just to look at it. To feel the tingling in your arm as you connect with the ball. To run the bases ... stretch a double into a triple, and flop face-first into third, wrap your arms around the bag. That's my wish, Ray Kinsella. That's my wish. And is there enough magic out there in the moonlight to make this dream come true?"  ~Dr. Moonlight Graham, Field of Dreams

[yourmoonmomma]

Happy birthday bby! Hope you enjoyed your day, you totally deserve it!✨️🩷🩷

What have you been doing as of late? Update us👀👀

Thank you so much lovebug!! <333

OKAY OKAY get ready for a lot of short stories about what I've been up to LOL:

Last night Jayson & I got into a fight when I got home after work, because we were supposed to go to the speedway today since they have a monster truck event, and he said not to bother buying him a ticket, since he doesn't want to go even though he knows how excited I am for it. So after our fight about it, I reach out to my friends that are going, and asked where they are sitting, so I can try and get a solo ticket near them. BUT by the time my friends answered, all the tickets were sold out, so I can't go :( Which made me yell at Jayson more lol. I went to the casino to watch Tyler's band play, and hung out with his step-son, Gage, for a while. My friends invited me over to play on their bouncy castle, which I might do tonight after Jayson & I get back from seeing Barbie.

The day before that, so my bday, I didn't do much lol. I napped for most of the day, and only worked like 3 hours max haha. After work, I went to my parents and had dinner with them, and then we went out for ice cream & tried a new ice cream place. It was very yummy. The ice cream place also sells banana milkshakes, which is rare, so I texted Collin to tell him (since he loves banana milkshakes), and then texted Tyler to let him know they have tiger tail ice cream (as that is also somewhat difficult to find). My parents bought me The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo and Oathbringer, which are two books I very much wanted :3 I immediately started Oathbringer lol. Then I came home & fought with Jayson and then felt sad for the rest of the night.

The day before that, so Wednesday, after work I went to Dan & Ally's, as Ally & Mik had a "surprise" planned for me for my birthday. The surprise was decorating the house, as you can see (at least a bit) in my pinned photos. We drank all night long, and did some shrooms, and I got way too drunk lol. I guess Isaac wanted to tattoo "23" on me (which given his 19 tattoo... makes sense), but didn't, for whatever reason. I do not remember any of that though LOL. I didn't fall asleep until like 4am.

Tuesday was a peaceful night. Bought some joints, and went for a walk at sunset to have a smoke. Ended up swinging on a swing set for way too long, it was so much fun omg. I highly recommend!

Monday night I went over to Tyler's after work, and we hung out in his "man cave", trying to find one of those silly hotdog/weiner cooker things to buy. We watched some food show too that he likes, and he was telling me about how he wants to open up a place that only sells philly cheesesteaks (and was quite shocked to hear that I had never tried one). When I got back, I was mad at Jayson again, because he didn't bother asking where I was or why i was out for so long or who I was with.

Last Sunday, Jayson & I went to the beach for the day, and I got very very drunk - I did not realize how much drunker you get in the sun lol. We have a beach tent, so I laid in that for most of the day, as the beach was semi-flooded so the sand was more mud than anything & the water was very cold. I also burnt half of my body (the half that was not quite in the tent). Jayson & I picked up chinese food on the way back in, and then I drunkenly (or exhausted from the heat) passed out on his bed for a couple hours LOL.

And Last Saturday, I impulsively drove almost 2 hours away to go to a bar that Tyler was playing at, and stayed until he left (so like 3am). Drove back in an awful storm, the highway was flooded, and the lightning was literally blinding. Very scary drive, but made it home safe (and so did he). And I had fun! Some boys hit on me at the bar, which was really funny to me. The one was like "come here often?" and i was like "I cannot believe you are trying that line on me". I told him no, through laughter, and that I came to support the band, as I work with the drummer. And his whole attitude changed, which was equally funny to me. He was like "Omg you know the band?! Can you ask them to play more Tragically Hip next time?! Please please please!?! I'll owe you my life!!!" Very funny!

And yea! That's been my week! Tonight we have to start watching Cleo, Jayson's step mom's cat, for the week while his parents are at their cottage. And we are going out for dinner & to see Barbie, like I think I already said.

ANYWAY THATS YOUR UPDATE HAHAHA SORRY IT IS SO LONG what have you been up to?!