#ngl that ending was so shitty

[in-ten-tion]

....well 😐

[kelin-is-writing]

MAXI BONKERS 👹👹👹

[pupkashi]

oh my god that chapter was absolute dog water what the fuck 😭

[writermask-0807]

“winter’s eve,” or: “and the cold of your embrace.” gojo satoru x reader

Warnings: wrote this in a weird mood and a banging headache, so that's probably why it sounds so shitty lmao (😭) there’s also some stuff that doesn’t add up so there's that. angst with no happy ending (dont come for me yall), implied cheating, swearing (like one f bomb lol), also the title literally has nothing related to the fic in itself (except maybe one paragraph 😭). uhh that's all, I think, but lmk if I missed anything!!!

he comes home late, your satoru. late enough that it’s early, actually, with the pale rim of the sun trying to push weakly through the bruise-colored clouds purpling the night sky - late enough that you think he’s not coming, like most other nights. 

but when he comes stumbling in, staggering off to the side as he giggles, drunk, with pink in his cheeks either from the cold or the booze, you think it might’ve been better if he didn’t come home at all. and it sounds cruel, doesn’t it? knowing why satoru, your satoru, who can’t really be called yours anymore, (from a god to a worshipper, did you really think that he would love you like he actually, truly meant it?) is like this. why things are like this, really, but it’s getting harder to bear, these days. 

and as tears fills your eyes when your mouth parts open to speak, you wonder when it’s changed to bearing, and not loving satoru. “where were you?” you ask him, and it’s a broken, whispered thing, no longer being shouted with explosive anger, wrapped in vicious hurt and dripping venom. 

it comes out resigned. tired. you’re tired, and maybe he sees it, for once; (and you want to scoff at the irony of it all — because even with his all-seeing six eyes, satoru has always been blind to you. or maybe he chooses to slide a rose-tinted film over them, and honestly, at this point, you don’t know which one is worse-) maybe he sees the harsh shadows in your eyes and the halo of dark circles, the bitten lips and the messy hair. maybe he sees that he’s the root of all this, because he stops. 

there’s a pause - a sobering quiet, and you think he knows what’s coming. there’s something in the air, something cold and stinging, something tight enough that when you finally breathe his name, it feels like a thread snapping, something falling apart at the seams — like blood oozing through the stitches of a wound, scabbed over and over and never quite healing. a beat too late, you realize that that something is really you and satoru. you and me, he said. we. us.

there is no us, satoru. there was never an “us” and that fucking hurts.

and now it’s all gone, snowed over by satoru and his frost-cold eyes and his freezing voice and his icicle-sharp words, cutting so deep that you’re afraid you can’t dig them out, especially with your winter-numbed fingers. in hindsight, you really should have seen this coming. 

and he must see it too, now, because satoru is a man called god - mighty and powerful and all-seeing - and he truly plays the part. and so he smiles, wide and nonchalant like he doesn’t know this is ripping you apart. like he doesn’t know that this is the end. like he doesn’t even care, and you hate him for it. 

“oh, you know. out.” 

he says lazily, throwing his shades off as he stumbles his way towards you, arms wide open, grinning all the while. you flinch as he steps into the moonlight, reaching out for you, those cruel, cruel eyes holding the stormy brilliance of the skies, glimmering in the weak light — and you think that cuts through the fuzz, the haziness in his mind - sobers him up.

satoru stops, only a breath away from you, close enough that you can smell the alcohol on his breath and the scent of another catching in his clothes and his hair and his skin, see that the smile has slipped off of his face, see the shimmer of his cold eyes, the gaping emptiness in them - a void, that, no matter how much you give of yourself to him, that can never be filled. 

“you’re leaving.” he breathes quietly, soft. broken.

you remain silent, tears clouding your eyes, spilling over your cheeks like a dam burst. because you’d expected yelling, screaming and even cursing, or the cold indifference that satoru has always used to freeze you out, and this - this vulnerability hurts so much more. you wish he would just - just - 

a trembling hand comes to cup your cheek, cradles your jaw, lifts your eyes to meet his, full of melted ice, desperate and searching for something, anything to hold onto, but it’s been ten long, painful years of breaking and fixing, hurting and healing until you’re so scarred over that there’s nothing else left to wound, and by god - you’re so, so tired.

you bring a shaky hand to cup his, curled around your face, tears trembling on your lashes, unable to bear that look of heartbreak in those damned crystalline eyes of his. did he see this, too? 

“i love you. i love you so, so much, don’t you know that?” he murmurs, voice catching, forehead knocking against yours, and you stifle a sob behind gritted teeth. because you know. of course you do; it’s why you’re here now. it’s why you’ve always been here for so long. 

“i know, satoru. i know, but this love of yours is only killing me.” you tell him in a broken whisper, and you feel his grip tighten, feel him shake against you. 

“don’t say that. don’t say that. please…” satoru never begs. he never has had the need to, but now - now he wonders if anything would have changed if he had. he would have fallen at your feet, begged you with all that he had and meant it with his entire chest, baring the tender heart inside for the entire world to see. but it’s too late.

he’s always too late.

“please…” he murmurs against your mouth, lips brushing against yours in one last desperate attempt - and it’s helpless and bitter and wet from the salt of your tears — yours or his, maybe. you don’t know anymore. 

he kisses you and you kiss him back just as hard and wanting, fingers curling into the moon-bright mess of his hair as you tug him down, nails digging into his back and his mouth crushed against yours and it’s desperate and rough and messy, and it feels like the last time and the first time in a long time but this is it. 

this is the end. 

and when he finally pulls back, panting and breathless, you think he knows it too. 

“i’m sorry, satoru.” 

you tell him, and even without the tears in your eyes, and the waver in your voice and the ache in your chest, he knows you’d mean it all the same. you’ve never been as selfish as him, even now, even when it’s your right to be. you could never be as cruel as him. and maybe that’s why this is goodbye. 

and so gojo satoru is selfless for once. he doesn’t chase after the warmth of your mouth when you press your lips to his one last time, a parting gift - a lingering curse. he doesn’t have it in him to look up even when he feels you glance at him one last time, your eyes tired and mournful and full of tears. 

and worst of all, he doesn’t hear the faint “i love you,” that lingers long after you leave, silent to his ears, the door to his house left open, but his home long gone.

FIN-

[sonknuxadow]

now that sonic prime is over im even more confused about people insisting that its canon and will tie into the game timeline somehow and its place in the timeline will be clear by time the show ends . like all the little contradictions that make it hard to believe this is the game universe aside. theres no undeniable in universe evidence that this is the game canon and not just a separate universe thats more faithful to the games than any of the other sonic tv shows are. and theres also no hint to where this would take place if it was canon aside from shadow and rouge being there but that doesnt really narrow it down much . this whole situation is just confusing and weird

[lanshappycorner]

By the way today I finished reading Carmilla

[crescentfool]

just put a one star review on the tumblr app 🤧

[thetimelordbatgirl]

Okay this is me speaking as someone whose never read the original fairy tales: did the dad actually when confronted by the Beast, wail about how him trying to grab a rose for his daughter, Beauty, lead to this mess??? And later basically guilt Beauty when giving the rose to her to the point when she and her siblings know what the Beast is demanding, she decides to be the daughter who goes to the Beast because it was her who asked for the rose??? Because in a book I got, gender swapped fairy tales, so far from peaks they seem to be based on the original fairy tales as Snow Drop (male Snow White) ends with the evil king being made to dance to death in hot iron shoes, while the princess is blinded like the prince in Sir Rapunzel, wondering the desert until she comes across Rapunzel whose tears cure her blindness. And in Handsome And The Beast, they straight up have the mom wail about having fucked up by trying to grab a rose for her youngest son, Handsome, and when she gives the rose to him, basically guilts him and once he and his siblings know, Handsome decides to be the son who goes to the Beast due to having been the one who asked for the rose. Like uh, if this is accurate to the original fairy tale...bruh what- I know Beauty only asked for a rose after her dad pressed her on getting her SOMETHING at least after she wanted nothing unlike her siblings, only wishing for her fathers safe return, the same being said for Handsome. And on top of that, they didn't say pluck it from a damn castle! Why make your kid feel shitty for your fuck up, sir/ma'mm.

[knifegremliin]

so dashboard unfucker is no longer working! i'm unsure of how active i'm going to be now because i fucking hate the ui and i do not use sites that i hate the ui of LMAO

[cannot-copia]

It has been a long while since I have checked in on my followed blogs and I feel absolutely terrible for it. How are you doing? I hope well. Thank you for being you. In case no one has said lately you're incredible and shine like the stars.

hello again nice anon

i havent checked my asks in forever apparently my b

but i am doing a lot better than the last time i you asked if i remember correctly!

i hope youre doing good too

your check ins are so sweet <3

[joyridingmp3]

feeling rn

[morninkim]

as a flash fan, having now watched the flash movie, i can safely say

it's fine i liked it

[lautakwah]

@ anon OBSESSED with that vid now thank youuu <3

[tiffanylamps]

i apologise to my mutuals for who i become every wednesday after watching ted lasso i just love that show. I LOVE IT.

[bonyato]

I just realized we didn't get Death Game this season either. i see .. Well that's okay *deflates like a balloon*

[bright-haired-teacher]

a note i will probably never send to my administrators:

at the end of the day, my issues here are that you don’t trust me. i know my students. i know what’s best for them. am i perfect? of course not. but do i know what i’m doing? yeah. but being told i can no longer teach the way i want to teach, “follow this script and these lessons” (and make your kids hate reading more than they already do) - yeah, no. i’ll do what you told me to, and when they fail the tests i can throw it back at you saying, “i just did what you told me to do.” you couldn’t trust me. and you better not fucking blame me when i followed your plan. 

and you know what? maybe they wouldn’t pass my way either. in fact, they probably wouldn’t. most of them are not reading higher than a 5th grade level, and 5th grade is pretty fucking generous tbh. but you lacking faith in me and telling me i don’t know what’s best and overriding my autonomy in my classroom? we can’t come back from that. i will never trust you again. 

you can support me against crazy parents all day long. you can let me continue to have pride club and support us even in the face of this shitty government in this shitty state. you can let me be myself and not have to hide behind some “ideal” of what a teacher is. those are all fine. but those are not the core issue.

the core issue is that you don’t trust me. you don’t trust any of us. and nothing, nothing you can do will make me trust you ever again.