#i'm THINKINGGGG

[dandyshucks]

being really normal and definitely not thinking of turtle island indigenous themed pkmn game. nooooo. definitely not at all thinking so hard about this. [brain explodes]

[trashburgersblair]

I should make miku from Louisiana

[jaeyunsonlyy]

Should I....change the theme ????

[toplessoncology]

another thought re: foreman and amber... at different points in the show, each of them literally occupy a space house usually fills, and are used to teach him something about himself. foreman is put "in charge" on and off again so many times, and amber is FREQUENTLY defined by her "taking house's place" in relationship to wilson. i think in these instances are the differences/missing pieces most evident - foreman won't punch down, but can't always command respect; amber loves wilson and affords him more agency in the relationship - distinctly un-house-like things.

another thread of this concept spinning wildly away from me and out of sight is how characters clock themselves or others in positions that they consider "being house" and that highlights so much on what THEY think of house - cameron makes a racist joke to foreman, says, what? i'm being house. wilson bursts in the exam room going i had a house moment!! when he made a medical decision based on a small amount of evidence and was right. when characters repeat house's words as their own, it's clocked - cuddy hears it when she's disrespected or argued with by his fellows, wilson hears it when he's given "advice" that is more manipulative than anything.

it all ties into how house as a character is such a mythological legendary figure or is at least narratively presented as such, because he's there even when he's not, and the definition of "being house" extends way beyond his actual person and things people know him for - each character has their own conception of what house is, and what it means to embody him. there's also something to be said about the moments where we as the audience are meant to understand that someone has Been House or Made A House Decision, but no character will acknowledge it textually. they have no problem doing so in other instances so i think there's definitely some insight to be found in where the line is drawn between what is named aloud as house and what is simply understood as him.

i wish so badly that we had gotten to see foreman and amber really really interact cause they're very like eachother in terms of narrative function and character. both of them ARE house, one step removed - foreman is black and amber is a woman, and neither of them can afford to be as messy and reckless as house can afford to be, because they know that they won't be seen as good enough even if they're right all the time. foreman is running from his personal life and feels like an outsider in every situation. amber understands her place and knows that if nobody likes her, she has to be right, to make up for it. both of them have the guts and the brains to be house, but they are just too far removed from the qualities about house that allow him to get to where he is in the world with very few barriers. they're both such fascinating examinations of what you can get away with when you're not at a disadvantage from the beginning

[angels444yuri]

currently upset about the fact that i never thought to play dancing queen on my 17th birthday. or the entirety of the time i was 17 for that matter.

[foreignobjecticus]

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I finished BG3 with the best Gale ending every fuck yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my hearttttt

[foxcassius]

goddddd i am going to have to change trains THREE TIMES, JUST in OSAKA to get to my airbnb. with both my suitcases and my carry on and my backpack. i HATE moving. i'm literally going to have to get on the hakubi line to get to okayama, get on the shinkansen, get on the fucking osaka jr line, get on the osaka loop, and then get on the airport line.

[confinesofmy]

i keep finding myself googling stuff like "can you eat spinach every day" and "is it healthy to eat an apple every day" and every time google is like yeah!! that's so good!! do it if you can!! and it's like 🥺 was my disordered eating worse than i thought... am i fr 28 years old internalising for the first time ever that you're genuinely supposed to eat food regularly...

[nickyandmikey]

i'm saur hungover and i woke up before 8 am literally some kind of cruel cosmic joke

[facefullofsadness]

stripper!ningning in a private room

dom!ning x sub!reader

smut, 1.8k wc

I had a dream the other night that ning literally just flipped up her crop top and flashed the entire audience, nips out and everything (she didn't even have a bra under). as if it was a part of the show too? had the cameraman zooming in and her fucking hard nipples were on the big screen with the instrumental to a solo song of hers playing in the back. the wildest part was when she started PLAYING WITH THEM? she literally teased around the bud and pinched them, flicking them between her fingertips and throwing her head back. woke up SWEATING! it led me to THINKINGGGG and came up with stripper!ning.

your friends drag you to a strip club one night to distress since it had been a long busy week full of work and you don't really leave the house, so they urge you to go out, just this once! obliging because you might as well, I mean why tf not, wouldn't hurt to try right?

little did you know, your plan to just stand in the corner by the bar and drink by yourself was far from what your friends had already pre-meditated for you. having settled yourself at the bar with a drink in hand already, you feel the hot touch of a person's hand slipping from your shoulder to your lower back, making you turn your attention towards the source.

your eyes widen at the stunning woman in front of you, a gorgeous dark-haired cat-eyed lady in a long black coat covering her body stood next to you, a sly smirk on her lips. you gulp down the alcohol in your throat when she opens her mouth to speak.

"my, you really are so much more pretty up close..." she says, almost as if her thoughts slipped from her tongue, leaning in to observe your face further, touch lingering on your body.

you dart your eyes anywhere else to escape her intense gaze and she clears her throat before speaking again, "sorry, my manners slipped me. I'm ningning, would you like to come with me?"

you stare at the hand ningning held out for you, the internal dilemma going crazy in your head. you see your friends out the corner of your eye, cheering you on silently and urging you to say yes. looking up at the woman next to you, her expression is expectant and she bats her eyelashes, eyes full of wonder and allure.

you don't say anything and just take her hand, the beautiful woman smiling and dragging you past the poles of dancing women, her luscious dark hair flowing behind her, into a private and dimly lit room. she sits you down on the velvet sofa and runs her fingers through her hair, sighing.

you gather the courage to ask, "did my friends set this up?"

her teeth show slightly in the smile she gives you, giggling softly, "yes sweetie they did. but I didn't go so easy, I had to see how pretty you were up close if I really wanted to go through with it."

she sways her way up to you from across the room, hands laying on your shoulders and rubbing her thumbs under your jacket against your skin, "luckily for you, and especially for me, you're fucking hot."

she leans into your ear, lips and breath hot on your skin, "I'm supposed to give you a show, but I think I want so much more than just that, don't you?"

her words make you shiver, a chill trailing down your spine. she pulls away to push your shoulders back against the sofa, your back hitting the soft backrest, as ningning straddles your lap. you can feel her skin on yours under her long coat against your thighs, the material of her clothes hiking up your skirt.

she pulls the knot on her waist that's holding her coat together, taking it off and revealing her black lingerie set, sheer and honestly not doing much to leave thoughts to the imagination. she leans in over you and hovers your lips with hers, feeling her lips curl upright into a smile.

"don't be shy, I don't bite... too hard."

she grabs one of your hands and puts it on her exposed stomach, guiding it to feel her body up and down, the lace and skin on your fingertips. she puts your hand on her chest, making you trail your fingers on her hard nipple through the lace. you obey, using your thumb to roll the bud against her boob, feeling it harden in your hold.

her breath increases in volume, and you feel her panting against your lips. you continue further, pinching her nipple in your fingers, eliciting a deep moan from her throat. you bring your other hand up and repeat the same motions to her other boob, making ningning throw her head back, her long sweaty exposed neck on display. the sight made your cheeks start to turn red and you started to feel your body heat up.

"learning quickly, aren't you there? god you're so pretty under me, can't wait to feel more of you."

and she sure did feel more of you.

you laid back against the sofa, ningning kneeling with her pussy in your mouth, one hand in your hair, twirling her fingers with your strands and pulling you in, tongue spelling your name across her sweet tasting cunt, her other hand pinching at her nipples, moans filling the room. she had secured your wrists to poles on either side of you, same as your ankles, your body completely sprawled out and barely clothed, ready to take anything she so wanted to do to you. and at this moment, she wanted to see how much of a good girl you'd really be for her.

chanting pet names and words of praise for how well you ate her out, her sweet and sultry raspy voice releasing pleasurable groans. her hips grinding rhythmically against your mouth, the hold on your head tightening and pulling you impossibly closer, making it difficult to breathe. you look up at her figure, the sight making your hole clench and clit throb with how fucking sexy the girl on top of you looked, mouth hanging open, moans slipping from her lips, eyes rolled back, head swinging side to side, a thin sheet of sweat forming all over her milky skin, her fingers pinching at the nipples poking through her lingerie. you could cum from just watching her get off on you.

"such a fucking good girl, baby. wanna make mommy cum? go on, drink it all and clean me up."

her pace became unfathomably swift, chasing her orgasm on your hard working tongue. she came, creaming all over your mouth, well mostly, some of it spreading to your face. ningning yelled out profanities as you pushed her over the edge, her eyes trained on you and how well you sucked her dry (she wanted to cum again just by how good you looked). her honey-like voice filled your ears when you heard her giggle, opening your eyes to look up at her, an amused and prideful look on her face as she pet your head and threaded her fingers through your hair. once you licked her clean, she hovered her body over yours and traced her thumb over your cum-stained lips, sucking on her finger when she collected all the spit and liquid.

"I'm going to fuck you so good, your body is going to be completely incapacitated and you'll never want anyone else to fuck you other than me. do you want that? does my good and precious baby girl want mommy to break her? fuck her brains out until she can't think anymore?"

you moan at her words and pull at your restraints at the mere thought of her making you cum.

"go on sweetie, beg me. beg mommy to fuck you dumb."

oh your friends were so gonna make fun of you for this later.

"please mommy, I've been such a good girl for you, please fuck me stupid, fuck me until I can't take it anymore. even if I can't take it anymore! fuck me until I cry, until I'm sobbing, until I'm screaming for you to stop!"

so of course, she does, how could she say no to such a pretty girl begging for her? eating you out until you're squirting on her tongue and making a mess of her beautiful face, staining her pretty lingerie. fingering your pussy until her thrusts burn, your walls sore, clenching over her skillful digits, clit overstimulated to hell. fucking you with a strap until you're screaming bloody murder, throat aching in pain from the yells and also her fingers deepthroating and gagging you, clit rubbing against ningning's, making both of you tear up with incomprehensible pleasure, your body jerking with every pinch of her fingers on your nipples or suck and lick of her tongue on them, squirting so hard every time on her cum-shooting strap, filling you up with her cream. oh how I want ning yizhuo to fuck me like this so bad.

she finally stops after what feels like hours of constant mind-numbing sex, your hole leaking cum. you hear her mumble something like "fuck it's already been 2 hours? I need to get you out of here." how considerate. her taking such good care of you, massaging your wrists and ankles from the red marks that had formed from the cuffs she restrained you with, kissing over all the scratches and redness she induced on your body, cleaning all the cum and tears across your face and skin, getting you water and making sure you were okay.

"need anything else angel? was I too intense for you?" she'd softly ask, voice so sweet and gentle, caressing your cheek and playing with your hair, massaging your head too while you drank water.

"mm-mm," you'd hum, shaking your head no ever so slightly, your entire body sore. hell, you literally could only hum a response because your throat was spent.

she leaned in close to your face, her lips right up against yours, just barely touching, "it's against policy to do anything I did today, so I'll break just one more rule."

ningning kisses you. not intensely, not rough, just her soft and plump cum and cherry flavored lips moving slowly but passionately against yours, an incredibly drastic contrast from just moments before. and yet, this was the most breathless you were the entire night. pulling away after a while and gasping for air like you forgot how to breathe entirely, staring down at her lips shining with saliva, a grin settling calmly on her face.

she lifts your gaze with her finger under your chin and pecks you again before she interlaces her free hand with one of yours, "don't be a stranger okay? what's your name?"

suddenly gaining confidence, you kiss her again, taking her bottom lip between your teeth and swiping your tongue against it, a whine leaving her throat. you pull away and smirk, replying with a hoarse but brave voice, "take me out on a date first ningning, then maybe I'll reward you."

her chuckle resonates and she stands, pulling you up with her, dragging you towards the locked door (holding you up because your legs are absolute jelly), "I'll take you up on that challenge, pretty girl."

what a fucking night.

a/n - I WANT TO FUCK NING YIZHUO SO BAD OH MY GOD YALL DONT UNDERSTAND HOW BADLY I NEED HER

[sillygoofyqueer]

ahhh i'm glad you like it!! and you're SPOT ON with the pampering and carrying the other peak lords do<3 whether he's in his small bird form or his big human form with large wings, doesn't matter, he's getting picked up!! (i love liu qingge playing taxi chauffeur and realizing with horror that he likes holding shen qingqiu in his arms a little too much🤭)

so so so, i was just thinking about preening, if this is a canon compliant au, and shen yuan got dropped off in another's body, he probably has no idea how to take care of his bird features, let alone his wings, like how to align the feathers, removing molted ones, dust bathing to remove excess and stale lipids so his plumage stays fluffy, or taking care of pin feathers (new pin feathers have a blood supply flowing through it, if the pin is damaged, it can bleed pretty heavily!), so he just... doesn't. no more than clumsily washing them when he bathes, anyway. and then his wings start itching, and hurting, and the feathers are all askew, and he has all these tattered clumps and pins that hurt when he picks at it and what is he supposed to do...???

naturally, people notice when the prim proper scholar's peak lord, with the perfect hair and flawless skin, has two disheveled wings trailing after him. some of them are worried it might be some sign of self-neglect (also bc it's specifically his demon features that look uncared for), and of course when shen qingqiu coughs once so to speak, yue qingyuan shows up at his doorstep; and i was thinkingggg..... different peak lords taking turns coming to his bamboo house for some casual wing care and preening..... in some bird species preening each other strengthens the trust and bond between the two, for crows it's even a big aspect of social bonding! crows preen their young, their mates, and sick or injured birds, so it's only nature that a ill-feeling shen qingqiu relies on his companions to help him when he's incapable himself...

also because i can't stop imagining shen qingqiu sprawled out across liu qingge or yue qingyuan's lap in bliss while they very carefully align his feathers and tease out molted ones, maybe freeing some matured pin feathers, feeling akin to having his hair brushed and played with while they take care of hard to reach places (thinking about how allopreening birds in nature often have less ticks/healthier plumage bc other birds reach places they can't, but shen jiu probably wouldn't let anyone touch his wings so some parts of them were always a little... messy).

some birds (like parrots) might even overpreen when exposed to strong scents, so all the peak lords quickly learn not to put on too much or heavy perfume because it makes shen qingqiu rub and dig into his wings until feathers fall out

(and i haven't even mentioned the sheer angst potential of stress plucking, but ahh this ask is already so long!!!)

OOOOH MY GOD!!! That's such a wholesome idea. I can already imagine it - and it's always a fight of who gets to preen Shen Qingqiu's wings, to the point where it actually turns into a fight (thanks to Liu Qingge) and it's almost an all-out brawl until Mu Qingfang (the only reasonable peak lord jhebus) makes everyone draw lots to see who gets to do it (- and then cheats because everyone else is so hyped up from the brawl, and his dear shixiong simply cannot deal with such stress!!). It becomes a natural thing to come up with different ways of deciding (unless Shen Qingqiu asks one, then the others just have to choke on vinegar(kiiiidding sort of)), and the peak lord who got to do it last time is not allowed to participate in the next game because that's unfair! Spitballing about how different peak lords go about offering it at first, if I may!! I think that Qi Qingqi would be actually quite gentle about it - she's used to helping out the girls with their hair and other things (shark week 😔😔), so she knows how to go about being like, "hey, I know we don't always get along but I'm going to help you out with your wings, 'kay?" and he is immediately just like "jesus christ please save me from this torment pleasepleaseplease" - kidding, kidding, he'd be much more hesitant about it because he knows that his wings are delicate and he needs to place his trust in whoever's touching them. Qi Qingqi has been...hostile towards him (because of Shen Jiu, so he can't be too offended), and this could be a moment of weakness (- jesus, bestie boo, I'm making him sound like Shen Jiu) but...his wings hurt :[ At first it's awkward, but then Shen Qingqiu relaxes and it does NOT become a gossip session (it should and it does, you can take that from my cold dead hands). Of course, Yue Qingyuan is the first to offer at all, being all like "xiao-Jiu plleeeaaasseeee 🥺" and who is Shen Qingqiu to resist those puppy dog eyes? He seems to have a history with Shen Jiu so it wouldn't be suspicious of him to deign to allow Yue Qingyuan to help out. Of course, Shen Jiu used to let Yue Qingyuan preen his wings on the streets (if we're going that route), so he's skilled and immediately makes Shen Qingqiu feel comfortable as he feels the itchy feeling in his wings FINALLY disappear with every movement the other man makes. Of course, he should be analysing so he can learn to do it himself but...he's so comfy :( When Liu Qingge first does it, it's on a mission! GASP!! Yue Qingyuan sent them on a mission together because it was a matter of both brute force that needed some form of plan involved that wasn't just "grab smash kill" (and mayyybe he wanted his shidi to bond, who cares? Shen Qingqiu has been a lot less hostile recently, and he's going to take advantage). So, they're out on this mission, and it's a LOT fucking harder than they first thought, leaving them waylaid in the forests (stereotypical I know but screw you (/j)). Shen Yuan's (for brevity's sake) wings are slowly getting worse and he's so very uncomfortable but he can't reach the worse bits so he forces himself to abandon his pride for a second and begrudgingly ask Liu Qingge for help! Obviously, Liu Qingge has no clue what he's doing and has to be guided by Shen Yuan (Liu Qingge later claims to not at all be nervous, but his hands were shaking because he didn't mind this new Shen Qingqiu and didn't reaally want to hurt him). The next time Shen Yuan needs his wings preening, Liu Qingge (literally) kicks the door down to offer to do it. He may seem overly aggressive when he manhandles the peak lord, but he's really quite gentle. I do want to yap about the other peak lords, but this answer's really long already!!! If you want me to, please let me know, because I severely want to expose myself as a Mu Qingfang and Wei Qingwei fan and PLEASE tell me more about the angst potential pretty please, I'll be like Yue Qingyuan at your door with puppy dog eyes. I'm INVESTED NOW, GOD.

[besidesitstoowarm]

so i'll talk about this more tomorrow when i put up my "amy's choice" write up but i am thinkingggg about moffat's characterization vs davies

like with rory and mickey. rory is obviously the mickey, the back-home boyfriend getting ditched in favor of the doctor. but the thing with mickey is like... he's a good reason to leave, not to stay. he's kind of a loser, implied in the first episode to be cheating (telling rose not to check his email) before she even meets the doctor! he's the tin dog, mickey the idiot. he represents everything rose is tired of. she straight up never seems to care about him ever, and the doctor openly mocks him, and even the narrative doesn't seem interested in giving him interiority or sympathy

vs rory. rory is a legitimately good option: good career, kind, gentle, intelligent, handsome (mickey was also handsome, to be fair). he's the antithesis of the doctor, but he's not presented as the worse option, just very different. he has the doctor dead. to. rights. immediately! "you make people a danger to themselves" and that will carry on, past "you forget that not every victory is about saving the world" he's like the Reasonable One

the potential danger of traveling with the doctor is treated as an inevitable minor footnote in the davies era, i feel like. it's always there but it's rarely Real. rose was so borderline suicidal i'm amazed she only got trapped in another dimension, martha dipped cause his ass was pathetic, donna was literally railroaded and never had a real choice. but amy? amy feels like she's in real danger of losing rory, she does lose her daughter, she DIES in the end. and clara dies. and bill– like the consequences are real. they make their choice, and their choice makes them. obviously all of them are in danger in any given episode but it feels like the moffat companions really play that out to the inevitable conclusion

and i feel like his companions have faults and traits that actually... matter? like with davies companions we do learn a lot about their lives in terms of jobs and skills and family, but less about deep character flaws, about ethos. i do love them but halfway through s5, the obvious impact on the story that amy's abandonment issues have feels genuinely unmatched by earlier companions. she's savage! she's nasty! she is given a trolley problem and chooses murder suicide bc either her life is a lie or her husband is dead and life isn't worth living. it's deranged. in the davies era it felt like i was piecing together characters and arcs on my own, picking up my own observations, it feels far more passive than it does with amy so far. amy is deliberate, her character arc and growth is very active. clara and the doctor get so codependent she tries to kill him and then dies horrifically. like it's insane

none of this is meant to shit on the davies era. i enjoyed it a lot and love all his companions (except adam but he doesn't count) and obviously the moffat era couldn't have been what it was without davies preceding, but i'm really remembering why moffat's era is my fave. it feels so intentional, so rich, it is exactly what i personally want out of a story. i love s5 so much

[droolypupboy]

MDNI KINK POST. CONTENT WARNING FOR HEAVY SPANKING

IF YOU WERE ONE OF THE PEOPLE WHO VIEWED THE ORIGINAL POST: dm for photos & a little video. was taken down.

punished AND rewarded my sweet puppy <33

@purenullity

the original post was only for touching without permission which he told me he did and apologized for...he ended up doing a LOT more than that.

he was bratty to the dog sitter & he muted himself on call and fucked himself without permission because i was being "mean" by enforcing rules.

this is because we haven't really had time in the last few weeks to do as much as usual so he's been getting away with enough to think id let that slide...he was mistaken.

my angel pup has never gone that far in his disobedience before so i knew i had to teach him a good lesson.

the real lesson came from his time out. my puppy hates being deprived and it knocked some sense into him real quick. i gagged him after backtalk & left him with a vibe between his legs turned off for a total of around fifteen minutes between sitting with the gag & apologizing.

im sorry for breaking the rules sir

it took around five minutes to convince him to look directly into his camera while he begged me for his spanking.

as the original post suggested, we started with his cunt. we have a limit of 100 in that area so as not to cause any actual damage. when we stopped calculating, the post was at 368. so the remaining 268 were multiplied by three and rounded down, giving us 800 on his ass.

you should've heard the way he pleaded i'm scared sir it's hurt baddd as i had him spank his puppycunt with the belt.

after that, he got his ass beat with a metal spatula. he enjoyed that a lot more than the belt but by that point i had him reduced back to the stupid fucking mutt he is and considering he rubbed his ass now and then, i figured it was still doing the job. this was confirmed when he begged to switch to the other side because this one hurts too bad.

he was a cockdrunk little mutt again by the time his spanking was done. we were discussing the best angle for his phone so i could see his pretty face as he rode my cock, and throughout the entire six minute conversation he was sucking my cock in between words and saying thinkingggg before fucking the thoughts out of his head with my cock in his mouth.

by the time all things were said and done, this was the aftermath of my poor puppy. (dm for content <3)

[tonycries]

father tony i CANNOT STOP THINKING about the ballerina x boxer/rockstar trope so… my question is who do u think out of the jjk men would fit it the most heheheheheh 🤭

OH 👀 OH??? 👀

I'M THINKINGGGG TOJI AND GETO SPECIFICALLY FOR THE BOXER/ ROCKSTAR- OHHH SUKUNA TOO OMG 😩

Can you see the vision- can you see underground fighter Sukuna and his ballerina gf? Or maybe punk guitarist Geto 😵‍💫 WHEW the Tonussy is screaming alr!

[envy-of-the-apple]

HELLO! first and foremost, i breath, live, and sleep SEM. That fic has greatly improved my quality of life and is one of my holy grails!!

Now, onto my question! Satoru has lots of booty calls, yeah? Hence the supermodels and that naive girly who showed up probably as a ploy by Satoru to get Ms. Moon jealous. I'm thinking so hard rn, what do they all look like? What are their common characteristics? What are Satoru's qualifications for a booty call, like let's say, having similar features with Ms. Moon? 👀👀

Now that he's reunited back with his Ms. Moon, what will happen to his booty calls? Does he just literally drop them all and block them? Considering you answered in one of the asks that Satoru's gonna go public with his relationship, baby trap her, and keep her for the rest of his life. That one girly who visited him, she would be so surprised to see that the woman who talked to her at Satoru's building is the one her dear Sato is marrying, I'm so curious what her reaction would be and overall the reactions of all his booty calls 😭😭😭

omg i literally did not consider gojo being so obsessed he brings girls who look like ms.moon home bUT GIRLLIE YOU GOT ME THINKINGGGG time to add like 2k more words to SEMpt 2

(Once again the fic is highly inspired by Falling by Vanasha. Please please please go check it out if you liked Sun eats moon!!!! bestie needs more credit!!!!)

okokokok so whether or not gojo does it consciously or not is up to you, but he does have a tendency to bring girls home that look a little like you. Your hair. Your eyes. Your skin tone. It's not enough to be apparent, but once it's observed, it's a little hard to just forget about it.

Once you and him get back together, yeah he's never calling those girls again. He may be a narcissistic asshole but he's a loyal man at heart. His eyes are on you and only you<3. You're the only one in his life.

Regarding the girl's reactions, I don't think any of them will get angry or anything once Satoru drops them. I bet he's made it extremely clear that 'yeah you got nice tits but it's nothing beyond that' to pretty much all the girls he picks up.

But it's an interesting thought. Maybe one of the girls will put it together someday. She might see you and Satoru on tv, celebrating your wedding. She might think to herself 'huh, never thought that guy would get married'. Yeah, you look a little nervous but its normal to be like that for your wedding right? Then she'll look a little closer and she might think to herself 'wow we have the same eye shape and hair color' what a coincidence. Then, she'll remember one of her other friends, someone who also had a run in with Satoru, who shared the same skin tone and facial features as you.

She might go on the internet, catch an interview with Gojo Satoru. Hear him drone on and on about his 'highschool sweetheart' 'the one who got away'.

Yeah sure, there wasn't anything romantic between her and Satoru, but it's a little unnerving to realize that someone only went after you because they were thinking of someone else, right?

[lycanus]

"no." braxton presses the heels of his hands into his eyes. "you don't—i can fucking take of myself. you've got enough going on. i'm fine." he's definitely not shaking so hard his muscles ache. he’s definitely not so overwhelmed by fucking everything that he’s about to cry.

˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷ a closed starter for @lycanus.

“you’re always taking care of me so now it’s my turn to return the favour.”