people seriously pretending EEAAO is overrated suddenly bc it swept awards? it swept awards largely because it is very very very good. I cried like someone who's just had a religious revelation BOTH times I watched it bc it touched something raw and real and beautiful but it was also just very, very funny. everyone's performance kills and the concept is creative and interesting and doesn't distract from the emotional core. you guys are just contrarian.
I think it's so funny (affectionately) that every person to play the doctor so far has been some guy (including jodie whittaker) by which I mean, yes sure DT won some polls calling him very attractive, but essentially he's just a lanky dude who's good at being sad, and most everyone else has equally been some character actor type who because of playing the doctor was getting their picture taken a fair bit suddenly, and JW is a lesbian dream, and every one of them has their fans who find them very attractive, and that's right and good, but... some guy in the end, doing their best for the photographer or deliberately leaning into the silly vibes, because that's what they're known for. meanwhile ncuti gatwa is Modelesque, is a Style Icon, is being shot artistically nude for queer pride issues, the doctor is now in The Club according to that first trailer, everyone's first reaction upon meeting this doctor so far has been 👀👀👀 can you imagine jack harkness??????
gojo and geto when you don't say "i love you" back
biggest losers ever
gojo
"baby, i'll see you soon, ok? don't miss me too much," gojo whined, attached to your hip as you rubbed his back.
he was assigned a mission somewhere in rural japan and likely wouldn't be back for a couple days, which was especially hard for the both of you seeing that you were never separated for more than 12 hours. (you and gojo were typically assigned to missions together, but this one wasn't a special-grade curse so it was only given to him. what a loser.)
"i should go," he sighed into your shoulder. "don't cheat, call me every day, don't start any new shows, don't go out, don't let anyone talk to you, buy tons of sweets for me, annoy megumi, punch nanami for me, don't for-"
"'toru! it's just a few days, i'll see you soon. just be careful, ok?" you giggled.
he (begrudgingly) removed himself from you, turning towards the door with a massive pout.
"alright, baby, i love you," he grouched.
"stay safe, 'toru! bring me back souvenirs," you smiled, waving at him.
except he didn't leave. he stood there, grinning at you expectantly, one hand on his mini suitcase and another on the doorknob.
when you simply kept waving at him, confused, his smile dropped.
"okay, fine. i guess i won't come home then," he said with a pout, glaring at you.
"huh?! what are you talking about?"
"well, since you clearly just want me to kill myself because you don't love me anymore, i guess i'll find someone else to marry," he sniffed.
"stop playing around, 'toru. you know i love you."
and just like that, gojo satoru was grinning like an idiot.
"okay, sweets, see you soon!"
and just like that, gojo satoru was out the door.
geto
the two of you were currently coddled up in your bed, you on top of geto as he massaged your scalp.
you weren't sure how long you both had been laying there, but neither of you wanted to move.
geto listened to you talk about your day, mainly filled with complaints about gojo and his weird behaviors.
you were currently telling him how itadori pranked fushiguro earlier that day in your class, barely able to suppress your giggles.
"-and then he put a fake spider on his shoulder. i swear, when fushiguro saw it i thought he was going to cry. it's so hard being a teacher sometimes, i forget that i can't laugh at the students."
geto chuckled lightly at the story as he listened to how happy you sounded retelling jujutsu high's antics.
once you finished, the two of you laid there in silence, simply enjoying each other's presence.
"you know i love you, right? you're the most important person in my life, y/n," he said softly.
you simply sighed and kissed his neck, happy to be in geto's embrace. but after a few seconds the head massaging stopped.
you whined and looked up to see why he paused. you were met with his dead stare.
"why'd you stop?" you asked, confused.
"'cause you don't appreciate me," he teased.
"no! you're my favorite man ever. i love you so much, suguru," you wailed, pressing his hand back on your head.
"man?"
"fine. you're my favorite person ever."
"person?"
"you're my favorite...organism ever?"
"that'll do, i guess," he mumbled, smiling.
geto resumed his ministrations and slowly lulled you to sleep with his light humming of a song gojo couldn't stop singing earlier that day.
(it only sounds good when it comes from him. no offense, gojo.)
Why do I say this, you ask? Because HE DIED. LET HIM BE A PARANORMAL FREAK OF NATURE.
It’s called the shrine of RESURRECTION for a reason, people!!
Let Wild have such a slow heartbeat it seems almost nonexistent. Let Wild speak to ghosts, not just the ghosts of his dead friends/fellow champions. Let Wild’s eyes glow in the dark. Let Wild be a freak of nature and I genuinely mean that in the utmost positive way possible.
Give Wild a couple ghostly attributes and let the chain freak out over them.
In fact, give me post totk Wild with long lasting effects from being LITERALLY DEAD FOR A CENTURY please and thank you. Because post totk Wild just gives that an extra level of weirdness and cool ghostly vibes and I love that for him and also then you can throw in post totk Flora who kept some of her dragon-y attributes.
They can be freaks (/pos!!!) together, and furthermore I think they deserve to be. Let Wild and Flora weird people out while they’re just there being the most lovable selves they always are. Creatures. I love them.
A compilation of art for my Dadbastian fanfic Coattails that I commissioned from the incredibly talented @tomoyoo! They went above and beyond with the details... Each picture feels as cozy and warm as a storybook, right? I'm so delighted with how they turned out!! Thank you for making each one so beautiful! 🥹🥹🥹