#please let me cope

[ash-ate-a-car]

I’ve seen people saying that Ruby is Susan’s daughter and it’s making as much sense as my preferred theory that she’s rivers daughter so I need y’all to shhhhhhhhh!

[kensatou]

(✿◕‿◕) die (ꈍ ꒳ ꈍ✿)

[gremnda]

Hello Ethubs nation :]

no text version

[crismakesstuff]

cast out of paradise

[sunlit-mess]

im going insane

[unityrain24]

please. i want to draw. i want to write. i want to imagine

[star--bird]

What I think the favorite candy of each batfam member is:

Alfred: Turkish Delight (makes his own)

Bruce: Good and Plenty (only candy his kids won't steal)

Kate: Swedish Fish (specifically the green, red, orange, and yellow mix)

Dick: Classic M&M's (every time he eats them around his younger siblings he talks about how there used to be a light brown one)

Jason: Hot Tamales (just makes sense)

Tim: Hi-Chews (buys them at Costco in the big bag)

Steph: Sour Patch Kids (responds to Dick by telling him she remembers when there wasn't a blue sour patch kid)

Cass: Jolly Ranchers (the watermelon ones are her favorite, she keeps them in her pocket and eats them while working. Yes it is a choking hazard, no she doesn't care)

Damian: Peach Ring (Jon's favorite candy is watermelon rings and it annoys Damian)

Duke: Life Saver Gummies (the red berry mix)

Feel free to agree or disagree in the tags. I could use some silly discourse in my life but please be nice.

[mxmarsbars]

some assorted sketchbook doodles because I couldn’t draw digitally for a hot sec >_<

ignore all the gay people. also hi girlpulse haiiii :333

[elsecrytt]

masochist gojo. gojo who's in love with pain, so much that it feels like pleasure, he can barely distinguish between the two anymore.

gojo who's so starved for touch. who's had an infinite space between himself and the whole world for so long, for so many years, every day in and day out.

gojo who's survived off glancing presses when a barista hands him a coffee, the rare hug from his students (who are mostly orphans) that he can't bring himself to decline.

gojo who craves more but can't bring himself to accept it except in fleeting moments with strangers or students.

his hands that long to be held. he wants it so bad that he teases a cursed spirit, laces his fingers with its own, right before he utterly crushes the being in battle, untouchable all over again.

gojo whose skin is hungry for someone else's. he hasn't felt the warmth of a hand in his own in so long. not since - since his youth.

gojo who sometimes wishes he could get hit. who sees the impact of curse techniques on his infinity and feels a wild, strange desire for them to go straight through and strike him.

he imagines it, vividly, being impaled by a long spear (inverted spear) that goes straight through him. how it would lance his flesh so cleanly.

being struck so hard, across the face, in the stomach, enough to knock the wind out of him.

enough to feel it with his whole body.

gojo who wants to be touched so bad he doesn't even care if it hurts anymore. infinity couldn't protect him from geto's betrayal.

gojo who keeps infinity up not because he doesn't want to get hit, but because he's terrified of what he might do when it happens.

gojo who got hard whenever geto sparred with him. he still doesn't know if it was because of geto, or because he had no infinity back then, no way to block the strikes.

he dreams of his youth. bruises littering his pale, pretty form like kisses, proof that he was human, there, that there was someone who could reach him.

dark purple things that turned pretty colors as they healed. he remembers pressing into them, relishing the hurt, feeling like he was getting hit (touched, reached, connected) all over again.

nothing ever touches him again. not like that. not like anything.

he never feels it. he never feels anything.

satoru gojo who wants, so very very badly, to feel something.

pain is a choice for him, always a choice. he alone has the privilege of deciding whether or not anything can touch him.

he could try to let more strangers touch him. one night stands, discreet arrangements. he had a pretty face and a body to match. there was no shortage of willing partners.

he lets them touch him, lets them hurt him. lets them drool over his body and use it at their leisure. they tell him he's beautiful, and he believes them.

white hair, blue eyes, sprawled out with a lean, unmarred body full of bare flesh for them to bite and scratch and bruise. he finds people who will do it, do it hard, fuck him up until he's lost entirely in the feeling of being touched, having someone against him, with him, above him.

it makes him feel like a piece of meat. it makes him feel good.

or he thinks it does, anyways.

sometimes, when he's gone particularly long without sleep, when his partner has gone particularly hard, he gets a real rush.

heart racing out of his chest. a cold sweat that overwhelms him. breaths coming in labored gasps. he can heal himself, he's physically fine, so this must all be in his head.

he acknowledges that information, distantly, like it's not happening to him. it doesn't help.

it feels like part of his body has been ripped away from him, something vital and important, and it's about to get up and run away.

always, always, it happens when his partner is no longer touching him. when he lays alone in the sheets, by his own volition, because of course these partners are not meant to be attachments.

love is not a privilege, though, not for the strongest sorcerer. it's a curse.

it's the only curse which infinity cannot protect him from.

so gojo stays untouchable. distant.

but the hunger doesn't go away. never.

he likes to imagine that suguru swallowed this one last curse before he died. something sweet and bitter, like losses at the arcade, sunny days at the beach, walking together with shoko, nanami, haibara.

but even suguru couldn't have absorbed this curse. it's in his bones, deep, longing and wanting even after he's dead and gone.

gojo is hungry. he is so, so hungry. and he has nothing to eat that will not leave him just as empty as before.

touch-starved. love-starved. pain-craving.

if someone could hurt him then it wouldn't matter that he was terrified of attachment. they could latch onto him, into his heart, under his skin. bury themselves in his chest like they belonged.

they could kill a hundred and twelve people and it wouldn't matter, because he wouldn't be able to kill them.

gojo is hungry, so hungry.

please feed him.

[hiort]

heads or tails but im not telling you what the coin flip is for (im standing over them with a comically large hammer)

[latenightwestern]

someone call homeland security !

[xxplastic-cubexx]

need a hardened respectful fujo to sit down with james mcavoy and discuss cherik with him insteada this peanut gallery cause if i have to hear people laugh about a gay ship one more time i just might eat rocks

[butimalsojustagirl]

[solarisquid]

Okey, but could we talk about how the Asmodean Crystal came in a box that closely resembles a ring box and how that could possibly foreshadow a future plot line where Blitzø tries to make up for his mistakes with Stolas AFTER Stolas loses his powers and titles and so Blitzø asks Fizz and Asmodeus for help and they give him a ring with an Asmodean Crystal so Blitzø asks Stolas to marry him in the same spot Stolas gave him his Asmodean Crystal and then they go on a honeymoon around Earth???

[kaiser1ns]

TAKIISHI CHIKA IN CHAPTER 153

[star6oys]

Friday Training (Sep. 27, 2024)