#it's the thot that counts

[nelcu]

[text]: what time r u free today? i need 2 give u ur gift and u cant say no this year

I only told you no because you get me things all the time. I even forgot it was my birthday today because of you acting like it's every day.

[tiddygame]

The idea of demi-asexual ghost having sex w/ soap before they have an established relationship, where neither is sure if the other shares their romantic feelings, if this is a one off, fwb, or the start of something bigger…

Simon, lying awake, unable to sleep, holding Johnny as he snores. Still somehow in denial, trying to talk himself out of being demi ace. Because if he is, that means that he wants more out of this than Soap does. He’d only be setting himself up for heartbreak.

Trying to convince himself that he was wrong when in his late teens he felt a little less broken after finding the term. Because to be sexually attracted to Johnny meant that he liked him. That he wanted the something more. But the other made it clear from the start that this wasn’t a romantic thing, that it was purely physical/sexual attraction and nothing more. And Simon never experienced that without there being something more there.

It wasn’t fair. Not for Johnny. He had made his boundaries clear, and Simon was practically spitting on them. To have agreed to what was meant to be just one night together because he hoped it would turn into more felt like a gross betrayal of Soap’s trust. And Simon knew that if Johnny found out, he’d be disgusted. And rightfully so. Simon had no right to take advantage of his trust

Anyways that’s all head empty no thots just Simon having his uh oh moment cause they banged

(spoiler: soap never said it was only physical/sexual, ghost is just stupid)

[lil-shiro]

just for this alone I wish skysports and all british commentators a very no brits on the podium at silverstone

[zentrodada]

from when i was trying out crayons last year, the colours are pretty vibrant irl

[skunkes]

can i ask why ur getting the surgery? /gen curious /no hate

i am getting a bi(lateral)salp(ingectomy) bc i never want to be pregnant or be a parent!

Even if i do change my mind later about the parent thing (not super likely but things can change, sure) theres noooo shortage of single parents lmao

And even if I never End Up In The Circumstance(s) Where I COULD Become Pregnant in my life, I'd want the peace of mind anyway...

I've always felt disgusted that this is something my body is capable of. I want it to be MY body and not a site and vessel for potential tragedy in any direction. And I want it to be something permanent and not dependent on access to services/medicines or even laws!!! Dis is a gender affirming surgery for me honestly...

[tetheredbysin]

kmag being at risk for a race ban because of penalty points??? whaaat, no way?!! the same kmag whose first teammate in formula 1 was mr "70 place grid penalty waiting for him" jenson button?? surely not???

[alien-slushie]

Choi Han: What's a Thot?

Cage: It means: thoughtful person.

*later*

Cale, handing a water bottle to Choi Han: Drink this.

Choi Han: Thanks Cale-Nim, you're such a thot!

Cale, wheezing: I'm a /what/?!

[visenyaism]

renly was stannis’s worst nightmare, gay son and thot daughter rolled into one

gay son and thot daughter rolled into one? no thats theon greyjoy. who said that

[count-thotticus]

dancing with your ghost

Fandom: JJK

Pairing: SatoSugu

Rating: G

Words: 0.8k

Summary: Satoru goes home after the KFC incident and faces the gaping hole in his life where Suguru should be.

Tags: Implied relationship, Hurt no comfort

Notes: I wrote and submitted this to the ASTL 2024 fanfic challenge with the prompt "ghost" back in April and just now remembered that I never posted it. It didn't win anything, but I still like it enough to post. Might fuck around and expand on it some day, but don't hold your breath. Inspiration is fleeting and so rarely aligns with appropriate timing and tech availability. Cross-posted to AO3 @ sorceress_of_gallifrey

The problem with losing Suguru wasn’t that he was gone. Well, it was. But it was also the memories that he left in his wake. That day in Shibuya at the KFC, Satoru didn’t just lose his best friend; he lost a piece of his soul, and when he went home, he was haunted by the traces of his presence. The smell of his cologne, the hair ties on the dresser, the unkempt sheets. All reminders of the hole that had been carved into his life by the only man--the only person--to ever make himself at home there. 

Satoru lay in his bed--on his usual side because he couldn’t yet bring himself to lie where Suguru should be--and stared at the ceiling, willing his eyes not to water and his mind not to wander. Around him, it was as though he could see echoes of the time they shared: the floor where they sat to play cards with Shoko, the kitchenette where Suguru cooked dinner while Satoru snuck bites when he thought he wasn’t looking, the window that, in the morning, let in just enough light at just the right angle to perfectly outline the angles of Suguru’s face while he slept, the bed where they lie intertwined to sleep…

He grabbed his pillow and pressed it over his face when he felt his eyes pricking with a rarely felt wetness, not caring about how it crushed his glasses into his nose. Satoru hadn’t cried in years--he was the strongest, after all--but tonight was a losing battle. As the sunlight waned, so did his will to remain stoic. He felt his shoulders shaking and hot tears wet the lenses of his glasses but inside he was still in denial. 

Suguru would come back. He would realize this whole argument was silly and he’d be knocking on Satoru’s door by morning, asking to reconcile and compromise their differing ideologies. 

Right?

A small part of Satoru’s mind knew this was a fallacy and was kicking himself for not saying more, doing more to make him stay. What’s worse, the signs were there for months: Suguru pulling away, spending nights that bled into days in his own dorm rather than Satoru’s, the haunted look and accompanying dark circles under his eyes. Satoru knew it wasn’t just the “summer stress”. Something changed after the incident with Riko and Toji. Something changed in the way Suguru looked at the world, and yet Satoru did nothing. He wanted to be there for Suguru, he just didn’t know how. And instead of trying, he watched his one and only slip through his fingers. 

Satoru released the death grip he had on his pillow and rolled onto his side to look out the window. It had to be after midnight by now and the moonlight illuminated Satoru’s pale skin and light hair in the darkness. Suguru always glowed in the sunlight as it deepened the warm undertones of his skin and hair, but he’d described the same of Satoru in the moonlight. Satoru almost smiled as he thought of the perfectly matched contrast between them before the events of today came crashing down again. 

Worn out from his tears, he fell asleep gripping the sheets of Suguru’s spot, hoping against hope that when he woke, his hand would be on his lover’s chest, not the cold sheets of his absence. 

When he opened his eyes, he was back at the KFC. He watched as, once again, Suguru turned his back and said, “If you want to kill me, then kill me. There’d be meaning in that.”

But something had changed. Instead of preparing an attack he knew he’d never follow through on, Satoru took off running and threw his arms around him. Suguru tensed, but Satoru held tighter. “Don’t just walk away. Just come back and I’ll listen to you. Please say something. Please talk to me,” he begged with his face buried in Suguru’s shoulder.

A moment passed and Satoru thought he would just throw his arms off and leave again. That is, until Suguru raised a hand and gently placed it over one of Satoru’s, not trying to pull away, but just holding it. His shoulders softened and he turned in Satoru’s arms to face him. His eyes had softened and his lips held the slightest smile. “That’s all I’ve been asking for.” He pressed their foreheads together and added, “Let’s go home, Satoru.”

Relief washed through Satoru’s chest and the vice grip holding his heart started to loosen as they headed back to Jujutsu High. The walk was silent, but comfortable, a tacit agreement to save the talking for their return. Satoru was anxious for what this discussion would hold, but he didn’t care. Having Suguru with him was enough. 

The sunlight was warm on his face and he could swear he felt Suguru’s warmth at his side just as he had when they walked hand in hand, but when he opened his eyes, one side of his bed was still empty. Where the sunlight should be dancing on an angular jawline and hair so dark it could’ve been black if not for the brown reflections in the light, there was only a ghost. 

Satoru’s heart sank. 

There really was no curse more twisted than love. 

[junkissed]

bro this may be outta pocket but i need jun until the black dye runs outta my hair (i‘m naturally blonde) 🫢

no but wait now i'm thinking about jun coming home after they've dyed his hair a new color (specifically that reddish maroon dark hair is in my brain). he's eating you out and he's sweating so hard that by the time he's made you cum a few times and you lift your hand away, it's stained red from the dye because you've been pushing and pulling and tugging on his hair the entire time. he doesn't notice at first because it's never happened before, but you show him your palms covered in red and when he notices it he goes absolutely insane feral and he starts fucking you twice as hard. he makes you keep pulling on his hair the rest of the night because he wants to see how much of the dye you can smear out of his hair. he's hovering over you with his hands on your hips and your legs over his shoulders and he's got little red drops of sweat rolling down his forehead... i think he'd be so obsessed with the look that he'd want to fuck you every time they dye his hair a new color and then he starts associating hair styling days with getting laid but you don't even care about the mess because he somehow has twice as much stamina on those days like it really gets him going that much. the stylists probably hate his ass because why are you in here again we JUST did a color treatment not even 24 hours ago you're gonna fry your damn hair mister. but he just bats his pretty eyelashes at them and tells them it washed out in the shower :3

[freakurodani]

@osamusbigtits said nekoma has the biggest furry vibes which is based and epic and tru

i yam volleying back with that they are ALSO warrior cat kids w an ongoing LARP and they all have warriorcats sonas

some important information:

Kuroo is the clan leader, Kai is the deputy, Yaku is the medicine cat (bc they are special JUST like liberos (shibiyama is his apprentice!)) the second years are warriors and the first years are apprentices

they have a penalty if anyone breaks the rp canon and the people that have broken it the most are Lev and Taketora

[septemberkisses]

sometimes I just want to shut my brain and think about absolutely nothing

[chbs-feral-gremlin]

no 🤭🔥

not both Bianca AND Piper wanting to kill me 🤭🔥 can't take me anywhere fr*

*this is NAWT an invitation to kidnap me don't fucking try it

( @the-argo-2-matchmaker & @that-one-dead-sister)

[hypaalicious]

It really hurts seeing others living your dream. 😔