#notes by the self

[girlcheater]

I'm very fond of the fact that in the earlier renditions of the league, it's Superman not Batman who has to be convinced to join.

Batman's alpha dudebro loner characterisation has become increasingly more common since then, even in fandom spaces where it's a common trope that he's lies to the league or that he refuses to join for a long time, and Superman's character has been flattened into sunshine naive boy so clearly Clark has to puppy dog eyes Bruce into joining the league... Whereas it's Batman who's constantly working with people and teaming and Superman who will literally die alone before asking his friends for help..

[magicratfingers]

adhd is fun bc everything I got taught is backwards

a good day makes good sleep

starting with a lil treat gets the work done

More things to do is less overwhelming

don’t make a plan just get in there

you’ll never take good care of what you don’t like so throw it out (this one is my favorite bc it’s easy to see what you don’t like)

[hangsawoman]

[moonstoast]

you can hate yourself all you want but the world is beautiful and it welcomes you

[fox-guardian]

"maybe if i dress more boring i'll get gendered correctly by strangers" that's the devil talking

[someonestrawberry]

saw I trap: hey girlie! this guy is dead. but he has a key in his tummy!! could you get it out to save yourself??

saw traps II and up: preform brain surgery on yourself then eat your own arm then watch your wife be brutally murdered then melt all your skin off with this acid then kill 7 innocent bystanders. you have 45 seconds. now you'll think twice about taking antidepressants.

[petaltexturedskies]

Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. IV: 1944-1947

[defectivegembrain]

No you cannot fix your entire life at 2am. Go to bed.

[dlxxv-vetted-donations]

Oct 19 done laptop goal, campaign could use more support.

See this post and my rb here

Laptops are nearly indespensible in modern education, which treats it as a given that all students have one.

Have you ever needed to do schoolwork with only a phone? If not, I can tell you from experience that it's inefficient and really fucking sucks!

Reema's an evacuated Palestinian studying pharmacy in Egypt, and this is what she's been going through for an entire month because she lost her laptop in Gaza.

If you cannot fathom the horror of surviving a genocide, then try relating to this: She's currently trying to study for multiple chemistry midterms on a phone. One of them is medicinal chemistry, which is considered even harder than organic chemistry (which I've heard is notoriously bad).

This is happening while her sister was very recently hospitalized and her family had to pay it off with funds from their budget. She's worried about her sister's condition, her family members still in Palestine, her uncertain financial state, and much more.

We can ease her stress a little by getting her a laptop to study with, and I'd like to get this done by Oct 20.

@reemagaza / Operation Olive Branch #18 / more details / gfm: Credit/debit / Paypal: my Kofi, I'll donate whatever Paypal doesn't take and post proof of donation within 3 days under the 'receipts' tag.

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[zillychu]

hey google what's masochism. hey google am I a masochist. hey google,

(bonus under the cut)

[kamaradka]

knuckle tat ideas

FULL BUSH

YAOI YURI

BUTT STUF

SPAM CALL

WARM BEER

GUNK SLOP

FROT TAGE

SELF HARM

LOVE WINS

[girlcheater]

Smthg smthg modern day rendition of 'For the man who has everything.' but with current Clark as in married to Lois with a child Clark.

In the og story, he's not married, he's not got kids, he's not at the same place in life as today's Clark. Same in re: the whole.. alternate life thing. Today's Clark is a product of convergence. He's aware of that whole alternate world thing, it's not going to fuck him up as bad (unfortunately it is still going to fuck him up.)

I'd like to keep a lot of the original Alan Moore story beats because duh but to take them further. I propose we do smthg else. Grandparent clark and lois era via black mercy. Jor-El still maintains his fascist bitter bent but it goes further.

He dies and Clark mourns a father who spent most of his life bitter and angry and is now facing how to deal with that legacy for his children. How to prevent his kids from falling into the alt right rabbit hole via influential people (ahem ahem tate ahem) and eventually there's grandkids 🥺. Here I don't think Clark forces himself out. I think in this version Clark's life should run its course, he dies, happy and surrounded by loved ones at an old age and that's when the illusion breaks. Because Clark is going to spend an eternity watching his loved ones die in the 'real life' and this would really fuck him up.

[smallpapers]

Why does nobody but you, know a shortcut, a sure shot? I forgot how it ought to feel I don't know what to do It's a whole lot to hold back, you know that Cupid shoots to kill

[sanatomis]

cw. none except satoru being disgustingly cute (part 2)

satoru isn’t used to people calling him anything other than his surname. gojo-san to most, gojo-sensei to others. it’s simple, and gets the job done.

only a handful of people stick to calling him by his given name. to them, he’s satoru. it’s easy, and rolls of the tongue, and he greatly prefers it over the sound of his surname. it makes him feel like an actual person.

satoru never entertained the possibility of being called anything else other than those two names. he didn’t think it would ever happen.

for once, he was glad to be proven wrong.

“tough day, pretty?” you ask gently, and he sighs with a nod as he throws himself into your opened arms. his body moulds easily into yours, and he lets out a heavy groan as he settles onto the couch with you. the groan is loud, and over-exaggerated.

it’s so satoru.

you have to stifle a giggle.

“everything went horribly wrong,” he grumbles, his voice muffled against the fabric of your shirt. “the higher ups were up my ass again, my students laughed at me again, and when i finally made it to that bakery you liked they were out of your favourite pastries so i couldn’t get them for you—again!”

“oh, my poor baby,” you coo, and gently push his bangs out of his face. he nods in agreement, faking an immense amount of sympathy for himself. “‘s okay, at least you tried, hm? i think that’s very sweet.”

satoru hums, as if he’s deeply thinking about your words. “’m still your baby?” he mumbles, deciding that’s the most important thing right now. his eyes briefly flutter shut, consumed by utter bliss as you play with the hairs on his undercut.

“mhm, still my baby.”

“yeah? what else am i?”

this time you do giggle. he does this sometimes. you aren’t exactly sure why—but on tough days, satoru likes to crawl into your arms and listen to you call him every cheesy nickname under the sun. it’s easily providable and makes him so very happy, so you always indulge him.

“my honey bun.”

“and?”

“my boo bear.”

“mhm.”

“my sweetheart.”

“yes?”

you laugh softly. “my mochi,” you coo, and pinch his cheek. it’s a little squished because he’s laying on your chest, but it emphasises your point.

he grins under your touch. it’s adorable.

“keep them coming, please?” he asks, and you do. you always do, unable to refuse him. especially when he asks so sweetly.

“my sugar cookie.”

“my muffin.”

“my baby cakes.”

“my angel.”

“my love.”

“my husband.”

“h—huh?” satoru stammers, looking up from your chest. he lays his chin on your sternum, baby blue eyes blinking up at you. they’re filled with awe, surprise, and utter glee. “that’s, i’m not. . .”

“just testing the title, baby,” you tell him, and continue playing with his hair. he bathes in your touch and you smile softly as he grabs and kisses the palm of your hand. “what do you think, hm?”

“i think you should call me it again.”

“oh?”

“mhm,” he mumbles.

“my dearest husband.”

“again.”

“my handsome husband.”

“again.”

“my sweet husband.”

“again, please?”

you hum, impressed. “my well-mannered husband.”

satoru chuckles, and lays back down on your chest. his white hair tickles against your skin, and he sighs in content.

“i think i want to be your husband for real.”

“yeah?”

“yeah,” he mumbles and nuzzles further into your hold. “y’ve got the same ring size still, right?”

“i sure do,” you say, a content smile on your lips as you watch him slowly doze off to sleep.

“hm, good to know.”

for satoru, those nicknames make him feel as if he’s something even greater than a person—it makes him feel yours.

he’s not just gojo, the strongest. he’s not just satoru, the at-times somewhat immature adult with the sweet tooth of a child.

he’s yours. your baby. your honey bun. your boo bear. your mochi. your boyfriend. your love. and for satoru, there’s no greater thing in the world than that.

[maiarosa]

[disgracefulthings]

Shang Qinghua, holding a present: Happy Birthday my king!

Mobei-Jun: ...what?

Shang Qinghua: Oh, once a year humans celebrate our birthdays with gifts, so I got you something!

Mobei-Jun: No I got that, I just don't know how you know it's my birthday, I don't even know when I was born

Shang Qinghua, sweating profusely: I guessed