#suguru's is so on point .

[tenowls]

teacher getou au...... wauh

[symphonyofsilence]

What drives me even more insane about this scene is how you'd expect Gojo to imagine High school era! Geto in the crowd. Or at least not the cult leader, worst of all the curse users Geto Suguru. But no, it's the cult leader Geto. It's Geto as Gojo last remembered him. As Geto last was. Whatever choices Geto made, wherever his choices led him and them, however he was, whoever he was, traumas and messed up ideas and bad choices and ill reputations and scorns and all. Gojo wanted Geto Suguru there. Not any ideal version. Not any "what if" version. Not any "at some point in time before things went downhill" version. Not any "when your hands weren't stained with innocent blood" version. He knew very well what he wanted. And he wanted it all the same. He wanted Geto Suguru. However he was. He just wanted him to be there. He just wanted him to be.

And he didn't want him to help him, he didn't want him to fight with him even if they were strongest together and always fought together for a while. He just wanted him to be there in the crowd and cheer him on. He just wanted him to stand there and give him one of his sweet, heartwarming smiles that shaped his eyes into crescent moons. He just wanted him to be. Then even if Gojo had died in the end anyway, he would have been satisfied. It would have been worth it. Only if Geto was there.

[tomboxed]

one in the same

[noxclara]

Is he a fake? Is this some kind of transformation technique? All the possibilities...

HE'S REAL...!

...Are rejected by his six eyes

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

i’ve said this before and the people will hate me for repeating it but i am being sooooo fucking serious when i say suguru is a lot more jealous than satoru

[ansjsla]

This song + the latest cafe illustrations 🔛🔝

[m3ntal-hiatus]

gojo has one printed photo of geto, just one.

not two, because where’s the incentive to take care of them both? if the other is tarnished, he has a backup. there’s nothing that could make him cherish two or three, and love them equally.

no, he has one.

sure, he could have more. it wouldn’t be the same.

just. one.

sometimes it’s framed, sitting pretty on his desk or bedside table. sometimes it’s tucked carefully into his wallet.

sometimes, arguably most of the time, it’s in his hands.

it’s an ugly photo of him, really. he wasn’t ready for it and didn’t even know there was a camera pointed at him. candid — his head thrown back in a genuine hearty laugh, teeth and all.

gojo had managed to bug (beg) shoko enough to let him rifle through her old flip phone since he, of course, hadn’t bothered to take any photos of his own other than the odd selfie or two. he eventually scrolled far enough in shoko’s gallery that he found it, the date reading back to their earliest days at Jujutsu Tech. he almost hated himself for smiling with the photo.

he never gave shoko her phone back and she hadn’t asked for it. he had that photo printed, but only once.

he had to prove to himself that he could keep one good thing in his life.

[akicult]

contains ; domesticity. bf!suguru. suggestive themes. modern / college au. geto wants you to be his housewife basically. just a short drabble. mostly fluff.

just thinking about college bf!suguru that didn’t realize he was a domestic person until he met you.

he’s still young, only in his third year at university and he’s still deciding on what his near future will look like. he’s had his fair share of girlfriends, and little hookups, and to be quite frank—he didn’t think he was done either.

how was he supposed to know the first night he met you, bent over his backseat, was about to be the start of the most serious relationship he’d ever have.

that night started the first of many, slowly realizing he was only asking to hookup just because he wanted to see you. how he’d send a pickup text, with a frown on his cheeks because he thought you were only in it for that reason.

and when he finally swallowed his stubbornness, he was met with the most amazing two years of his life, stuck with you by his side.

college bf!suguru who, until he met you, hardly even dreamt about a future where the love of his life would carry his child in her arms, kissing his cheek and brewing a cup of coffee for the two of them to share in the morning.

he didn’t even care to imagine what that future would be like, what the woman would look like. it didn’t feel achievable, or even desirable until he fell in love with you.

and it was a random realization, but looking back on it—it was building. slowly.

weeks and weeks spent of you just pampering him, praising him, for even the most average things. like, getting an amazing score on an exam, and all you had to do was say, “aw! good job, baby!” before he was putty in your fingertips.

his room is all messy, deep dark circles under his eyes. it was procrastination’s fault—his fingers hurt from typing on his computer all day thanks to waiting until hours before a huge essay was due.

you offered to leave his apartment, to give him the concentration he needs to get it finished, but he was ushering a “no, no stay,” because he honestly didn’t want you to leave. so you stayed, situating yourself in the other room, occasionally popping in to check up on him—and eventually lay on his bed after he insists you to.

it’s only when he finally finishes—8 hours later and it’s already nighttime. his shoulders are slouched, his back is stiff and he’s walking out of his room with his closed computer weighing by his side.

and you’re still there.

not only are you still there, but you’re washing his dishes.

hair clipped back, sweatshirt engulfing your body and sweats tightly tied around your waist. you’re humming along to some music that plays over a speaker—quiet but loud enough to know what song is playing.

you look so utterly homey.

so…domestic.

like you’ve settled into your personal home after a long day at work, just blissfully scrubbing away on glossy white dishes that were previously eaten on. your clothes acknowledge that you’re comfortable, uncaring of what he sees you in.

although it’s not just the fact that you’re dressed like that—it’s the fact that you’re cleaning his things.

cleaning a mess you didn’t even make, just out of the kindness in your heart that’s making geto’s throat close and his palms sweaty. he’s in absolute awe that he doesn’t realize you’ve noticed his presence until you’re turning to face him.

“oh! did you finish?” you ask, turning the water off and rushing towards him.

he’s blinking, nodding slowly. “yeah—just submitted it.”

“yay! ‘m so proud of you!” you grin, lacing your fingers behind the back of his neck and pulling him in for a chaste kiss like you always do—but it feels so much different this time.

like you’re congratulating him on a big promotion, tugging on his work tie and kissing him until he’s forgetting his own name.

he feels like his ring finger is so cold, and there’s a missing heavy weight that’s never even been there in the first place.

like he’s an idiot for not tying you down on the spot—wrapping vows and vows around the two of you until you’re barely mobile.

and he wants to be your doting husband for the rest of his life. he wants to walk through his front door every evening with an awaiting kiss to his cheek, and a home-cooked meal fresh in his senses.

he wants to go to sleep with you in his arms every night, mumbling sweet ‘i love you’’s after flickering off the bedside lamp.

and maybe, just maybe one day, he wants to hear the gentle pitter patter of two little feet charging down the hallway.

this is accidentally freud coded (emphasis on accidentally)

[frogizzhc]

JJK Headcanon : SaShiSu Edition!

A list of random things these three would get up to :

Satoru tried smoking with Shoko once... it did not end up well.

Suguru has tried convincing Shoko to quit but to no avail.

Shoko like to get piggyback rides on both of them.

Satoru is the scapegoat for any mean pranks that the three of them get into.

Shoko either sits to the side to watch whatever stupid idea they have or join in (if it doesn't require her to use her RCT).

Suguru is the master mind of (most of) these pranks.

Satoru steals candy from Suguru's pockets.

Shoko has a bag of candy handy to throw at Satoru's face.

Suguru has big pockets, and he intentionally stores candy in his pockets to provide for Satoru.

Satoru finds excuses to hang with the two of them, especially after a mission.

Shoko does a little bit of scrapbooking, demanding more and more photos every time the three of them link up.

Suguru couldn't care less about a damn scrapbook, but he'd be damned if he showed up in less pictures than Satoru.

Satoru's favorite thing to do to mess with Suguru is to poke him.

Shoko will go on coffee/tea runs, getting Satoru some jasmine tea and Suguru a black coffee.

Shoko's favorite thing to do to mess with Suguru is to tickle him.

Suguru only plays video games with Shoko because he got pissed at playing with Satoru (he'd always lose).

Satoru can absolutely dominate the other two in some basketball. At some point, Suguru is quit trying,

Shoko likes to keep the boys up on a consisten skin-routine, so she bought them some cute, matching headbands that're animal themed.

Suguru's favorite thing to do to mess with Satoru is to yoink his glasses away.

Satoru can't help but laugh every time he wakes up to find a stupid drawing on his face.

Shoko is the life of the party, until she is begging to go home, which could take 30 minutes, give or take. Suguru is always the one carrying her on his back.

Suguru sometimes switches up which side his bang is on just to confuse the other two.

Satoru's favorite thing to do to mess with Shoko is to steal her uniform jacket.

Shoko's favorite thing to do to mess with Satoru is to draw on his face when he's napping.

Suguru's favorite thing to do to mess with Shoko is to pretend to be injured to annoy her.

[byfulcrums]

i love it when people make geto absolutely despise gojo the first time they meet. thats liike, canon for me

suguru's first impression of him was, "he looks like a dandelion." the second? "wow, this guy sucks." satoru just thought his bangs looked weird. he had fun making him angry, though --- unfortunately, suguru does like annoying him too, so most of their interactions ended up with them beating the shit out of each other

even as friends, they still fought and bickered all the goddamn time. everyone hates them

[numelfanclub]

i love undoomed yaoi...

idk what they're doing but it's gay

[sneak edit i forgot the ring they're married]

[ddarker-dreams]

regarding my last post. i've decided it's canonical in the yan branch of golden girl that satoru asks everyone (you, him, and suguru) to place their votes on if you should be their girlfriend. the consensus permanently sits at 2-1 regardless of your lobbying.

[hellomayu]

if only we didn't pretend we were fine

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

one thing i really wish people wouldn’t forget when it comes to suguru’s character is that his core desire is just to have a family. not in a nuclear family way, but in a “i want a place where i belong / i want to protect the ones i love” way…… literally everything else is just an extension of that desire. a means to meet that end. he broke down after being forced to realize that staying with his family meant having to watch them die, so he left and made a new one. and he got stronger. and his core wish was always, always always to create a world where he’d finally be able to protect them :(((((((((

[long-claw]

idk how much this discourse is present on tumblr because i've not looked, but on the whole "gege saying gojo and geto are best friends means the shippers are wrong": i think, apart from the fact that shipping and canon are separate entities in the first place and none of this matters, this reaction actually says a lot about how straight men in particular view their romantic relationships.

(this can apply to not straight men but it's mainly the dudebro jjk fans i've seen pushing this and they primarily seem to be straight men that don't even know bisexuality exists)

i think often in unhealthy straight relationships (this is second hand knowledge, im a lesbian so feel free to tell me to stfu) the man often seems to view their partner as not one of their friends, but as every other role in their life. women describe feeling like their partner's girlfriend, mother, therapist and more. a lot of men would never treat their best friend the way they treat their girlfriend.

best friends can be just friends, best friends can date, best friends can be friends that secretly love each other and mortal enemies can be best friends even after one kills the other. i just think it's interesting how many people are willing to announce publicly that their best friend and partner could never mean the same thing, when as a queer person i've had a crush on most of my best friends and this conversation seems bonkers to me.