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TOXIC (and I love what you do) PART TWO
Suguru found himself getting ready for that night as if it were the red carpet. As had been the tenor of the day, he understood almost nothing of what was happening, except for an intuitive desire to look good. He wore a violet shirt that highlighted his skin and eyes. Tight pants hugged his hips. His nails were impeccably done in black polish. His hair, should it be loose or tied back? He thought about his school days. Satoru seemed to have no preference for how he styled it, only a near-maniacal urge to touch it. To run his fingers through the fine black strands, from the roots to the tips. To comb it before bed, smell it upon waking. To tug it nearly to the point of tearing when he penetrated him, and then to wash it with the delicacy of someone embroidering the details of a wedding dress.
He looked in the mirror. A half ponytail. An intermission. He smiled. He looked really good. He grabbed his bag, called a taxi, and headed down to the lobby.
***
"Shit, this is hard,” Satoru exclaimed, as he looked at the store's ample supply of lubricants. He was ashamed to admit it even to himself, but he had never bought one. That had always been Suguru's job. And that half year without him he hadn't needed to. His sexual encounters with men had been nonexistent.
Another thing that embarrassed him, since he had it on good authority that Suguru had had many, many lovers. Well, if that gossipy Shoko could be called a good source.
He sighed and picked up one of the brand he remembered using. He paid and left the place. He was nervous, too nervous, as if he was ill-prepared for an important mission. Even for his first time he didn't feel like this.
Sure, his first time was spontaneous. Neither of them knew quite what they were doing. They were just two teenagers driven by desire and love.
Love. That was what was missing. No, that was what should be missing. Satoru had been trying to convince himself all afternoon that he didn't love Suguru and that this evening would be pure sex. He had written down all the reasons why he couldn't love the man: he was a jerk, a complete idiot, depraved, a racist, a fascist, he liked curry too much, his adopted daughters were probably biological daughters of Satan, and so on. However, the reason he could love him was as simple as it was corny: it was him. That haughty guy, with that crooked smile and those lukewarm hands that seduced him a couple of hours ago was not Geto Sama, the leader of the Star Vessel. It was Suguru. He knew how mawkish he sounded, but he had seen it in his eyes. Those violet orbs had smiled at him the same way they had years ago, when he'd told him about Digimon or the goodness of psychic-type Pokemon. The same glow, the same shape. An arched eyebrow that seemed to say, “Satoru, you're a jerk,” contrasted with a tender smile that said, “Satoru, even though you're an otaku, I love you,”.
"But he doesn't love you anymore, stupid,” he muttered as he strolled through the mall. Suddenly, he spotted a Nintendo store. He leaned his nose against the display case and looked at the items for sale. A television was showing a game of Mario Kart. He smiled, reddened.
How many times had they fought because of that game?
“You're horrible with Toad, why do you insist, Suguru?”; ‘Because I want to show you that I can beat you with anyone, because it's not about the character, it's about knowing how to drift and using the items well’; ‘It's all that you said plus the character, you'll be stupid, Suguru’; ‘Very well, then beat me once and for all’; ‘How about you shut up?’; ‘Then you shut up, stupid’; ‘Shut me up’; ‘Ha, you know how I'll shut you up’; ‘Do it’.
No, it was better to put it this way: how many times had they fucked thanks to that game?
***
Suguru took a breath before knocking on the door. When he came out of his hotel he felt glorious, self-confident like never before. Yet there, about to meet Satoru again on a date plan, he felt small, tiny. And vulnerable, as vulnerable as he had been before breaking up with him. He swallowed. Maybe being there wasn't such a good idea, maybe the best thing was to turn around and....
"Suguru, come in before we both regret it."
Satoru had opened the door. He was looking at him, leaning on the landing with his arms crossed. He had smelled her scent ever since he entered the hotel. And not only that. Also his insecurity. A short time near him was enough for his six eyes to transform the kind of energy Geto emanated into information. It was like a kind of synchronization. Because of that kind of thing, Satoru sometimes thought he was born to be with him. That and the way he was looking at him at that moment, as if reading his mind.
Suguru, for his part, was extremely annoyed that Gojo had this notion of some sort of predestination over them. All that was nothing but garbage. Sure, he had thought so too, especially after kissing him for the first time, but he had put that foolish belief aside after meeting Toji Fushiguro. If he really was Satoru's destiny, then why had he abandoned him?
He shook his head and felt Gojo's hand. The albino, sensing what the black-haired man was thinking, had grabbed him by the wrist to make him enter his room.
Geto didn't say anything to him. He only looked at him with surprise after seeing that on the table there was a magnificent dinner for two.
"I thought we could eat,” said Gojo, embarrassed.
"Satoru, I came here to get fucked, not to talk."
The albino smiled at him, flirtatiously. The curse handler's frankness had turned him on. However, he was starving.
"I know." He moved closer to Geto's face and, delicately, ran his fingers through his hair. Fuck, how beautiful he was. He put his mouth next to his ear. "Believe me when I tell you that you'll need the energy,” he whispered.
Suguru didn't say anything. He was probably right. He sat down at the table and looked at the dishes.
"Where do I sit?"
"It doesn't matter. They're both the same plates."
Geto had no reason to be upset, because Satoru had no way of knowing that he had become a vegetarian. However, he felt angry.
"Your six eyes didn't notice the kind of proteins my body is synthesizing?” the black-haired man asked wryly.
"What?"
"I've been a vegetarian for over a year."
Satoru felt jaded. So that was Suguru's mood. Behaving like an idiot. He took Geto's plate and removed all the meat from it, leaving only the rice and vegetables. Suguru watched him intently, as he lit a cigarette.
"Well, my six eyes have no way of knowing that, especially considering that the body doesn't make any difference in the type of protein,” said Gojo, lightly. "I'm surprised at you, Geto Sama, that you don't know something so basic."
The curse handler took a deep drag on his cigarette, trying to hide the embarrassment he felt. It was probably the first time Satoru had ever caught him at something like this. How could he have been so stupid? No, not stupid. Impulsive. Even though he didn't want to, the grudge he held against the albino was surfacing. It wasn't the idea. He had gone all the way to that place to be fucked until he couldn't move. Although, Suguru sensed, perhaps fucking from hate could be much better than from love.
Satoru watched him smoke, feeling that dangerous mix of anger and excitement he was dangerously getting used to. He hadn't seen much of Suguru’s unpleasant side. He had left before Suguru turned into the diva sitting across from him. A wave of embarrassment washed over him as he remembered that. Suguru had left him. Not just that, but in front of hundreds of strangers. And, of course, everyone found out—there’s no keeping secrets in the world of sorcery. It was pretty humiliating walking around school knowing that the strongest guy didn’t just have a weak spot, but that weak spot decided to kill his own parents and, worse, was a man. He’d had enough trouble accepting his sexuality without being figuratively pointed at in the halls. All thanks to Suguru, who decided to break his heart like that.
The two sorcerers stared at each other, each secretly furious with the other. Suddenly, Satoru stood up, took the cigarette out of Suguru’s mouth, and put it out.
"I’m not interested in fucking with a chimney, even if it’s a vegetarian chimney."
Suguru was stunned. That was weird. When they were together, he’d never cared if Satoru smoked before sex. In fact, he never cared about anything. Suguru could go five days without showering, and Satoru would still take him with the same desire and intensity. Which, in fact, had happened during Suguru’s worst depressive state. Wow, how wrong. That was kind of taking advantage. He smiled, realizing he was turned on. That was wrong. So damn wrong.
He started eating his veggies in silence while watching Satoru, who was doing the same, both wondering what the hell was going through the other idiot’s head.
For Gojo, that he needed to fuck that idiot until he couldn’t breathe.
For Geto, that he needed that imbecile to fuck him into unconsciousness.
"I need a drink". Suguru said, opening the wine. He looked at the label and smiled. "Excellent choice, even for someone who doesn’t drink, Satoru."
Gojo pointed to his glass while swallowing his food.
"Well, today I’m going to have a glass."
Suguru looked at him, surprised.
"Are you sure? You might regret it tomorrow."
"I’ll probably regret it tomorrow, yeah, but not the wine."
“Ouch. Satoru is on a roll,” thought the curse manipulator while filling the albino’s glass.
Gojo downed it in one gulp, and due to his unique brain and the speed at which his neurons made and unmade connections, he got drunk instantly. As a result, he impulsively said:
"Seems like I can’t fucking stand you anymore, Suguru."
Geto looked at him impassively, one hand swirling the wine and the other resting his gorgeous head. Did he expect to feel that? Yeah. Did it hurt to confirm it? Also, yeah. Would he react in any way? No. The wine was delicious, and Satoru being a jerk made it taste even better.
"I’ll leave if you want" he said, making a show of standing up.
"Doesn’t mean I don’t want to fuck you and…"
"So what are you waiting for?"he interrupted with a flirtatious smile, though he was starting to get nervous. He didn’t like the tone Satoru’s rant was taking.
"…doesn’t mean I don’t miss you every fucking second". The albino took a deep breath. "Suguru, I…"
"No, please. Don’t say it. Anything but that."
Gojo took off his bandage slowly. He was drunk and felt that gave him the courage he needed, which he only lacked when it came to Suguru. Maybe he’d never see him again. He needed to get this off his chest, now or never.
"…I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving you."
"Satoru! I asked you not to say that!"
"Why don’t you want to hear it, huh?"
Suguru downed the rest of his wine and refilled his glass. His heart was pounding hard. He didn’t expect that, especially not for him to say it. He felt a strange urge to cry. He missed him too. No one understood him like he did, no one saw him like he did, and above all, no one would ever match up to him. Only Satoru.
Yeah, he still loved him too. But he didn’t want to say it. Verbalizing it meant truly feeling it, and Suguru couldn’t handle that at this point in his life.
"You could join me, you know?". He surprised himself by saying, in a very low voice. “Yeah, maybe it’s not such a bad idea. It would actually be beautiful to build the new world together,” he thought, as a sincere smile formed on his face.
Satoru snorted. That wasn’t the answer he was expecting. No, it wasn’t the answer he wanted. He was sure (or almost sure) that Geto also loved him. He wouldn’t have bothered being there otherwise.
Or would he? Maybe it was all part of a plan to seduce him and bring him to his side. After all, together they could be invincible, and Suguru knew that better than anyone. If he was on his side, no one would dare lay a finger on him, and the sorcery schools would have no choice but to step aside.
Thinking this made the albino’s blood boil. So he just wanted him for his power, just like the rest of the world. Well, screw that.
He put the bandage back on and said coldly:
"Your utopia? No, it’s not a utopia. Let’s call it a delusional fantasy."
Suguru stared at him for a couple of seconds, blinking slowly. Was he really responding to that nonsense? Didn’t he realize what an honor that was? No, not just that. He was practically asking to get back together. After everything they’d both been through, all the resentment and rage they felt, he, Geto Sama, was willing to give in. Of course, it was always the same with the albino. Suguru had always been the reasonable one, the one who managed to cool Gojo’s passions so he wouldn’t end up smashing someone’s face in or reflecting on a mistake he’d made. And it wasn’t easy. Not even his meditation sessions were as challenging for his patience. Yet, he was willing to take him back. Even after all he hadn’t done. Who the hell did he think he was? Oh right. The magnificent Gojo Satoru.
"Me, delusional? You tried to kill me!" Geto exclaimed, pouring himself more wine. "And I’m sure no big shot was pressuring you at that moment."
Satoru’s anger turned into nervousness. The fact that he had gotten into a fighting stance at that moment was something that haunted him constantly. Yes, he had really considered, for more than a second, killing Suguru before it became an order. He knew Suguru had noticed it, in fact, he had even dared him to do it. But like a kid caught doing his worst prank, he chose to deny it.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
Suguru raised an eyebrow and laughed with sarcasm. He couldn’t believe Satoru was pretending not to remember.
"Are you serious? When we broke up. No, when I LEFT you."
Gojo, more nervous than before and knowing it was a bad idea, poured himself more wine. He downed it in one go and then threw the glass on the floor. He really didn’t know how to act. No one, absolutely no one else made him act so erratically.
"YOU’RE LYING! YOU’RE STILL A LIAR, GETO SUGURU!"
Geto stood up, furious. He got very close to him, their faces just inches apart.
"Do you dare call me a liar? What was it, huh? Red? Or…purple?"
"YOU WERE TURNED AWAY!". Rage and guilt clouded Satoru’s judgment, and he was no longer keeping track of his volume. "YOU’RE CRAZY!"
"YOU JUST CONTRADICTED YOURSELF! HAVE YOU ALWAYS BEEN THIS STUPID? I PRACTICALLY BEGGED YOU TO KILL ME!". Geto started pacing around the room, trying to calm down but failing miserably. The urge to hurt the albino at that moment outweighed everything else.
"When have I ever lied to you? Huh?" he continued, in a calm voice. "Or is it that the fact that I stopped loving you hurt your ego so much that you see it as a lie? It was just what I felt. When I loved you, I said it, and it was true every time. Then it stopped being true. That’s all."
Gojo’s heart skipped a beat. This day was turning out to be one of the worst and most unpredictable of his life. The swings with Suguru were too much. He felt he couldn’t take it anymore and walked toward the door.
Suguru glared at him with anger. Even though he was having a terrible time, he didn’t want, for anything in the world, for the albino to leave.
"So, your ego is infinite too", he said with irony.
Satoru had opened the door but slammed it shut again.
"You’re calling me egotistical? It was your ego that couldn’t handle the objective fact that I’M the strongest, and that’s why you always resented me! It’s pathetic!". Gojo had never felt so angry. He got into a fighting stance, ready to cast a spell. "Do you want me to do it now? Because you know I CAN AND HAVE TO do it! I’m so superior to you that there’s no chance of me being wrong!"
Suguru yawned dramatically, pretending to be calm when he wasn’t. He was drunk, angry, and confused. Nothing seemed to make sense.
"Do whatever you want. Honestly, I don’t give a fuck."
They stared at each other, both agitated. Gojo remained in his fighting stance. Suddenly, he lowered his guard. He sat back down and covered his face with both hands, distressed.
"Don’t you know everything I’m risking, every second that I let you live?"
"Yes. And I don’t care. After all, it’s your decision."
That was too much for Gojo. He yanked at his bandage with such fury and force that he ended up ripping it.
"YOU’RE A SNAKE! A MONSTER! HOW ARE YOU ANY DIFFERENT FROM THE REST? YOU BROKE ALL YOUR PROMISES! YOU SWORE YOU WOULDN’T LEAVE ME, THAT YOU’D LIVE YOUR LIFE WITH ME! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW HARD IT’S BEEN TO START SMILING AGAIN AFTER THAT DISAPPOINTMENT?"
"HA! SHALL WE BE FRANK? FINE! YOU PROMISED ME YOU’D PROTECT ME, THAT YOU’D ALWAYS BE BY MY SIDE! BUT WHEN I NEEDED YOU, WHAT DID YOU DO? YOU ABANDONED ME! YOU DIDN’T EVEN ASK! YOU JUST DECIDED I WASN’T THAT BAD OFF AND LEFT ME ALONE!"
Geto clenched his fists tighter and was breathing heavily. He moved towards Gojo with the intention of hitting him but hesitated when he heard him sobbing. He couldn’t help but remember the last time he saw him like this, alone, in his room, shortly after Haibara’s death. It felt like his soul was melting. He couldn’t stand seeing him like this because, on the rare occasions Satoru cried, he did so with sobs that seemed to come from the darkest place within him.
“I’m tired. I don’t want to keep hurting him,” Suguru thought. He sat down beside him and gently took his hands away from his eyes. He wiped the tears with the sleeve of his shirt.
Gojo smiled. “I should push him away, but this feels… so good.”
"Gross. Your shirt smells like cigarretes."
Geto pushed him away with a laugh and then rested his head on his shoulder. He took one of his hands and began to stroke it.
"You're right. I’m no different from the rest. I’m probably a worse person than you, Satoru". He sighed."Listen. You’re not stupid. You never were. I’m sorry I said that. I don’t believe it at all. You know that, right?"
Satoru smiled warmly.
"I know. And you’re not a monster. I’ve never really thought that."
Suguru snuggled into the six eyes' arms, resting against his chest. Gojo kissed his forehead and then started twirling his finger in Geto’s bangs, just like he used to when they were together.
"We’re a mess, Suguru. There are forces that don’t want us together. You know the bigwigs are hell-bent on me killing you, right? They want to make sure you don’t reincarnate."
"Yeah. I’ve known that since I decided to leave. It’s textbook material, Satoru. I’m not surprised you didn’t know until you had to live through it. You’re all experience, no theory. Some would say you’re lazy", Suguru laughed.
"I’m not lazy! It’s just that studying sorcery never made sense to me. And you know I’m good at everything by default, so what’s the point in studying? Look, the only thing that’s true in our world is that everyone’s a bunch of treacherous rats, hungry for money and whatever other crap."
"And you’re not ? Because I am."
"Yeah, you are. And me? Well, I’m just into eating sweets, remember?"
Geto laughed. He sat up and rested his hands on Satoru’s knees. He stayed like that for a while, thoughtful. Talking about Satoru, or anyone, eventually killing him had brought to mind something he’d been reflecting on for a while.
"Listen. I’m sure this is the last time we’ll see each other without one of us ending up dead. I need to ask you something. And I need you to swear you’ll do it."
"Suguru…"
"When I’m executed…my body, my corpse…give it to Nanako and Mimiko, my girls. I’m all they have."
Gojo turned pale. The way Suguru talked about his death made it feel real, something he didn’t want to happen for anything in the world. Let alone be the one responsible. And, on top of that, what he was asking was completely out of the ordinary.
"Suguru, no. That’s impossible and you know it."
"I need to be taken to a place that only they and I know about. Or I’ll never rest. I’ll be doomed to wander in some subway station or something, trapped for all eternity."
"That’s not even part of your religion; you just made it up."
"No, it’s like that for sorcerers like me. There’s little information, but it’s true. I swear, Satoru. It’s really important to me."
Satoru sighed sadly. He didn’t want to keep talking about this.
"That also means getting involved with Shoko’s work. I can’t do that to her."
"Shoko will understand. Believe me."
"Ieiri is my friend."
"And me? Am I not your friend?"
Gojo suddenly remembered everything Suguru had said that day and felt angry again. He pushed Suguru’s hands off his knees and stood up.
"Are we even something? Do you feel anything for me now?"
Suguru walked over to the table, grabbed the wine bottle, and chugged what was left. He was fed up with Satoru's insecurities. Nothing was ever enough for him. What did he expect? For him to crawl and say he loved him? Hell no. Angry, he threw the bottle at Satoru, who dodged it.
"Enough! Why the hell do you always need so much affirmation from me? You’re Gojo Satoru! Or are you going to deny it? You’re the strongest, you’re basically Anakin Skywalker, the one who brings balance. What do you need? For me to sign my feelings for you in blood? Isn’t it enough that I’m here, risking my life?"
The dark-haired man sat back down, agitated. The truth was, he hated losing his temper like this, but it only happened with Satoru. He was the only one who made him want to hurt someone. He knew it was wrong, but damn it, that’s how it was. Complicated. The only reason he said all that was because he knew Suguru’s approval was the only one that mattered. And that stressed him out. He didn’t want to have that responsibility on his shoulders. All he wanted when he decided to visit him in his room was a moment of peace. To be with him, have sex, and then sleep, even if just for a few minutes, on his chest. Was that too much to ask?
He looked at Gojo, who was staring off into the distance. For a moment, he remembered his girls. He saw the three of them on the beach in Sendai. Hell, he could even put up with Fushiguro’s kid. Playing, happy, like siblings. And the two of them watching, hugging. Like nothing ever happened.
On the other hand, Gojo was hurt but didn’t want to keep crying in front of him. He felt weak, small, something he literally only felt in the aspects of his life related to Suguru. And he hated feeling that way because, in those moments, the finiteness of his existence became tangible. Suguru was right. He was insecure and a hypocrite. He promised he’d protect him, and he couldn’t even help him when he needed it. But what could he do at that moment? They were there driven by desire. Or at least that was the case at first, as now they seemed like a couple that’s been married for forty years and on the verge of divorce.
He wanted to leave Sendai, wanted to break everything. But at the same time, he knew that once he closed that door, he wouldn’t see Geto again. Not like this. Not with the open possibility of touching him, talking to him, and playing with his bangs. So he held back his feelings, because the pain of his absence was far worse than the pain from his wounds.
Geto snapped out of his fantasy. He looked at Gojo and saw him more vulnerable than ever. He felt terrible. He never said it, but he hated seeing him like this. Part of it embarrassed him, and part of it felt like it was his own pain, or even worse.
He felt overheated. It was the alcohol, combined with the coast and the excitement of being there with him. He went to the bathroom and turned on the shower. Yes, that was just what he needed.
The albino, seeing this and not knowing why, followed him.
"Satoru...” he muttered, ”I'm exhausted. I don't want to argue anymore. The truth is, I really thought there was a chance I could take you with me. I miss you. Every fucking day, I miss you."
"Suguru, you have no idea how much I think about you. Look." He took something out of his pocket. "Look what I have."
Geto looked at it curiously and then smiled tenderly, on the verge of tears. It was a small Toad keychain.
"I bought it this afternoon. I don't know if you really remember, but..."
Gojo didn't get to finish speaking, as Suguru silenced him with a kiss. Satoru kissed him back, and then grabbed his hair and loosened his bun. Then he took off the top of his clothes and pushed him into the shower. Geto just let him do it. He didn't want to resist. Satoru got in with him and cornered him against the wall with his arms.
"Let's get this shit off our backs, Suguru. Since it's the last time, let's make it count."
He kissed him, first on the mouth, then on the neck.
Suddenly, Suguru grabbed Satoru by the arms and pinned him down. He pulled down his pants. He licked his neck and, slowly, began to stick the tips of his long fingers into his anus.
"Suguru...” Satoru smiled, excited. "You're a cheater."
"We didn't do it so much like that, huh? But I seem to remember you enjoyed it like the bitch you are."
Satoru, his penis hard as a rock, tried to get loose, but he couldn't. He didn't want to, rather.
"Are you going to talk to me like that?"
"Are you going to let me talk to you like that? Tell me: aren't you a bitch?"
Gojo laughed and again tried to turn around. Suguru stuck his tongue in his ear. Then he ran it over his lips. Gojo stuck out his to kiss him, but Geto pulled away.
"Suguru...you've changed."
"Oh, honey. You have no idea."
Geto pressed him harder against the wall; he kept fingering him. He smiled as he spotted the lube on the bathroom cabinet.
Satoru began to wiggle his ass backwards, searching for the black-haired man's penis.
"Are you ready? Do you want me to stick it in you?"
"Oh...Suguru...don't be an idiot. Do it, quick."
Suguru pulled his fingers out and pulled away.
"You're not going to order me around,” he grabbed him by the white hair and forcefully pulled him toward him. ”Or are you?"
Satoru was literally on fire. He felt drunk, not only because of the alcohol, but Suguru's smell electrified his whole body.
"No... put it in me. Just... put it in me."
Suguru moved closer again. He put his penis close to Satoru's ass, making sure he felt it in all its greatness, and began to put lube on it. He turned on the shower more, letting the hot water soak him. Then, he whispered in his ear.
"Say please."
Gojo could hardly speak anymore from excitement. All that came out of him were moans.
"Put it in me...please, Suguru. Put it in me. I beg you."
"You're such a bitch, Satoru."
Geto grabbed him by the waist and thrust in, hard. Satoru, dizzy with pleasure, didn't moan, but screamed. He couldn't even tell him to stop or go on, no. His body could not generate a sound other than those howls that could easily have been of suffering.
But they weren't. Rarely did Satoru let himself be penetrated, but not because he disliked it. In fact, only Suguru had that privilege, only the black-haired man was able to achieve that craving, so he had not felt that glory in his prostate for a year and a half. The heat of the shower, with that of his body and his sweat kept him in a perpetual hot flash that felt devilishly good. After a couple of minutes, he couldn't hold it in any longer. His back arched and his cum painted the wall.
Suguru stroked his back delicately and Satoru turned around. He looked for a couple of seconds into his purple eyes and, seeing them smiling back at him, smothered him with a passionate kiss.
“Wow, Satoru...I still...” said Suguru, indicating his erect penis.
"Do you think that after all this time that's going to be all?"
The albino took Suguru in his arms and carried him back to the room. He laid the curse handler's body on the table where they had eaten dinner, throwing everything away. Suguru laughed, as his penis hardened even more. Satoru, without any warning, shoved two of his full fingers into the black-haired man's hole.
"Ouch", whispered Geto, playfully.
"You're ready. And I'm going to fuck you like an animal."
"Tsk...Satoru...you don't have to warn..."
Gojo lifted Suguru's warm, wet hips and penetrated him, as deep as their hyperlax bodies would allow.
"Satoru...you're...you're a fucker", Suguru laughed, as he stuck his tongue out at him.
Gojo slipped his into his mouth. Then he bit his neck, taking the opportunity to inhale his scent. Suguru did the same, drowning his nose in his white hair. Synesthesia was a privilege of few and, in general, all colors smelled good, but Satoru's simply had no comparison. Suguru felt able to go to war over the scent of purple emanating from the albino's skull. He took a lock of the white hair, which glowed purplish in the dark, and pulled it out. Satoru laughed, like a madman and began to lick his nipples, while he penetrated him with perfect rhythm and smiled mischievously at him.
My god, how beautiful he was, how had he left that wonderful creature? Nothing compared to the white hair clinging to his skin, his cheeks flushed with sweat, and those light blue eyes watering with pure pleasure.
And that penis. That glorious penis.
"Do you want it?" Satoru said, sensing what was going through the black-haired man's head.
"Yes."
"Me first."
Gojo, quickly and with the same contradictory mix of strength and gentleness that drove him crazy, sat Suguru down and took his wet, veiny penis into his mouth. Suguru, weak from the surprise and excitement he had been feeling, couldn't hold anything in. A couple of flicks of the albino's deft tongue were all it took for the curse-handler to expel, along with the most melodic moan Gojo had ever heard, all of his semen into the six-eyed man's mouth.
Satoru dug his nails into his hips and grinned at him, still holding Suguru's magnificent cock in his mouth. Some of the liquid was trickling out of the corner of his lips.
"You're not going to swallow it?"
Satoru gladly swallowed Geto's semen. It tasted as good as ever.
He grabbed Suguru's face tightly and kissed him, choking him with his long tongue in his slick throat.
"I'm a crazy little bitch, don't you remember?"
Suguru laughed out loud.
"Of course I remember. I'll never forget. I haven't stopped thinking about you like that, even when I've been with other people."
Satoru looked at him in surprise. What a day. He hadn't expected to be the image Suguru used to fuck other people.
Suguru arched an eyebrow.
"Have you been all this time without...?"
"Of course not. But...". He pulled the black-haired man back to him and squeezed his hardened nipples. "...no one turns me on like you do, Suguru. There's no one as sexy. So I haven't been particularly interested in anyone else, see?"
Satoru grabbed Suguru's member and began to fiddle with it.
"Hard again. Looks like I'm not the only little bitch,” the albino added.
"No. You're not the only bitch,” Suguru said as he put his hands on Gojo's crotch and began to masturbate him. "I warn you: I could go on all night."
Satoru was breathing heavily, as he stroked the back of the curse handler. He fixed his eyes on those manly shoulders, wet with sweat and dyed black by his jet-black hair. He could go on all night, too. In fact, he could keep fucking Suguru all his fucking life.
"Is it a competition?"
"I always liked playing with you, Satoru. And against you,” Suguru replied as he put his face between the six-eyed man's legs.
Gojo grabbed him by the hair and pulled him hard, pulling him away from his cock. That was his favorite game.
"I could fuck you 'till I die."
Suguru laughed, with pleasure. No one else would pull his hair. No one would even dare to ask, but Satoru....
Satoru could do anything he wanted to him.
"This...ha. It's my weak spot. You know that. You're the cheater...oh, you damn albino."
Satoru grinned and pulled his hair harder, to the point of arching his back. He licked his lips at the sight of the beautiful curve the black-haired man's body formed.
"Now you beg."
Suguru stuck his tongue out at him, mischievous.
"No. Never."
Satoru pulled his hair again.
"Beg me or I won't feed you."
Suguru thought he was going to cum on his own because he was so turned on by Satoru pulling his hair, but he wasn't going to give in.
"I...I told you that...oh, Satoru. I told you no."
"I'll punish you, then."
Gojo pulled his hair violently and held a small lock in his hand. Suguru, feeling it, cried out, in a mixture of pain and pleasure. For the second time in the evening he realized that Satoru mistreating him unlocked pleasures he had never felt before.
The curse manipulator rejoined him, pushed the albino onto the bed and sat on top of him.
"Hey, It hurt,” he said as he tied his hair back.
"So?"
"Do you want to know how it feels?"
Satoru looked at him piercingly. Suddenly, his countenance darkened. He had come back to reality for an instant.
"You hurt me already, Suguru. Always."
Hearing that, Suguru's expression changed as well.
"Don't think It doesn't hurt me too, Satoru."
"You're so beautiful, Suguru."
Gojo caressed his cheeks. Geto took his hands and left them on his face for a moment. He closed his eyes and inhaled, deeply. He wanted to remember that moment forever.
Suddenly, Gojo kissed him passionately.
"Let's not think about that now. Just...". He buried his nails in the black-haired man's buttocks again, and then spanked him with a spank that would leave his big hand scarred"...Make me suffer in another way, honey."
Suguru laughed and then bit his neck, drawing blood. He licked at this one, running his tongue over his elegant lips. Then, he put both hands around the albino's neck, and began to ride him slowly.
"Like this?"
"Take...take my breath away."
Satoru was overcome with a pleasure almost impossible to describe, which tensed his muscles like never before. He felt adrenaline building in his chest and at the base of his penis. Suguru clenched his hands tighter and the albino's half-closed eyes, along with a grimace begging for air, brought him closer and closer to his zenith. Suddenly, Satoru scratched the black-haired man's buttocks so hard that a small trickle of blood came out of them. Suguru, feeling the burning that the albino's scratch brought with it, became even more aroused and continued to ride him with a speed and eagerness to feel Satoru's member that could only be compared to that of a thirsty man looking at a cold pitcher of water.
Suddenly, Satoru pulled out of him and ejaculated like never before, leaving Suguru's chest and stomach covered with his liquid. Gojo, seeing that his partner still wasn't cuming, came over and kissed him passionately while masturbating him. They stayed like that, lost in the sound of moaning and their skin rubbing against each other, until the violent grip of Suguru's hand on the albino's shoulder made him realize that the black-haired man had reached orgasm.
They both remained sitting on the floor, looking at each other and breathing hard. At the same time, they realized the mess they had left in the room and, also at the same time, laughed.
"We're pigs,” said Suguru.
"Bah, how else could the strongest fuck, huh?", said the albino throwing a pillow at him.
They laughed again. They looked at each other, complicit. Satoru approached Geto and kissed him on the cheek.
"What did I tell you? 'Till I die,” he said as he put the black-haired man's hands on his crotch, so Suguru could feel his new erection. "What about you?"
"Always."
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Many hours later, when it was almost dawn, Gojo watched Geto sleep. He stroked his hair, gently. Suddenly, he looked at the time and rubbed his eyes. He sighed and sat on the balcony, watching the sea. His mind was blank, focused only on feeling that moment. A small tear peeked out of his left eye.
He stood up resolutely and took out a sheet of paper and a pencil from his bag. He began to write. Once he finished, he watched him sleep for a while longer. He caressed a lock of his hair delicately and, in the same way, left what he had written on his pillow. He picked up his torn bandage, his purse and walked to the door. He stopped, hesitantly, and returned to the bed. He kissed Suguru on the forehead, deposited what was left of his bandage on the bedside table and left.
No sooner had Satoru gotten into the academy car than Suguru awoke. He was disconcerted to realize that the albino was gone, and felt like vomiting when he saw the envelope with the letter.
With his heart pounding, he began to read.
"Suguru:
When you read this, I'll be back in Tokyo, and I hope you'll understand that I can't be with you. Not just because I shouldn't, but because I don't want to. Our paths aren't the same. Our ideals aren't either. Maybe they never were. Remember how we used to argue about that? That's why you broke up with me. It was the right thing to do, and I respect it.
I want you to know that I know you go to that place every now and then. Your trace is basically the same, but sometimes something changes. When I figured that out, I started visiting that station more. It was like seeing you, in a way. I know you’ve seen me there. I’ve seen you too. It was our way of reconnecting, of knowing we thought of each other. Believe me, the thought of you often kept me going. But I can't do it anymore. I have a kid to take care of, and due to circumstances beyond my control, he knows who you are and what you've done. If he found out about what we were... no, what we still are to each other, he'd never trust me again. And I can't do that to him. I know you understand. So, please, don’t do anything like what happened these past days. Don’t come after curses that I’ll have to exorcise, because I can’t see you again. It was horrible and beautiful at the same time, but going from saying we never loved each other, to trying to kill each other, to almost sleeping together, to hating each other again, and then spending the whole night together… it’s a rollercoaster I can’t handle. And I don’t want to. It’s truly impossible for us to be together again; those years are gone. Saying goodbye today is as painful as it was that day.
I need to focus on what I want to do with my life, and for that, I need to try living without the painful longing to find you. I need us to leave each other in peace."
Suguru crumpled the letter and threw it in the trash. He kicked the furniture around, making an even bigger mess. He grabbed his bag, put on his Gojo kesa, and stormed out, slamming the door behind him.
However, in his rage and pain, Suguru didn’t notice that the letter continued on another page, and there was something else in the envelope. Three polaroid photos of the two of them: one in a field, taken by Haibara; one at school, taken by Shoko; and one in Okinawa, taken by Riko. In each one, they were looking at each other like fools, in love. Immersed in each other, as if there was nothing and no one else around.
The letter continued:
"I want you to have these photos of us. No, they’re not the only ones I have, but they’re the ones I always carry with me. Because that’s how I like to remember us: in love. No matter how much crap we said last night, we both know the truth: I was born to find you, and you were born to find me. Life threw us some bad breaks. We got through most of them, but the final one is unbeatable.
I’ll take care of what you asked me because I love you, Suguru. I said it a thousand times, and it was always real; today it still is. I love you from the first moment I saw you, with your bangs. And I’ll never love anyone else. Not like this. You’re my only special person. No matter what anyone says: there will never be anything more than your love. No memory compares to your touch, your look, your voice calling me by my name.
Forgive me for leaving like this.
Forgive me for not being the partner you needed.
Forgive me, already, for killing you.
Yours, always.
Satoru.
PS: If I could, I’d go with you after that eclipse. I’d stay with you until death came for us.
You’re beautiful, Suguru."
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(Tysm if you read it all! It means a lot!)
If someone knows the artist please tell me so I can give credit 🙏🏻
#stsg#sgst#sugusato#switchers#stsg brainrot#jjk stsg#gojo x geto#geto x gojo#satosugu#geto suguru#gojo satoru#stsg fanfic#stsg angst#ao3 fanfic#jjk fanfic#jjk smut#gego#goge#SoundCloud#Spotify
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The Clockwork Crow by Catherine Fisher
Orphan Seren Rhys is on her way to a new life at the remote country mansion of Plas-y Fran when she is given a package by a stranger late at night in an empty train station. The package contains a crotchety, mechanical talking crow, which Seren reluctantly brings to her new home. But when she gets there, the happy Christmas she had hoped for turns out to be an illusion--the young son of the house, Tomos, has been missing for almost a year, rumored to have been taken by the fairies. With the Crow's reluctant help and a little winter magic, Seren sets off on a perilous journey to bring Tomos home.
Horns & Wrinkles by Joseph Helgerson
How can you tell if a river’s under a spell? River trolls, rock trolls, blue-wing fairies—the usual suspects—the stretch of the Mississippi where Claire lives has rumors of them all, not that she’s ever spotted any. But then Claire’s cousin Duke takes a swim and sprouts a horn—a long, pointy, handsome thing. After that, Claire doesn’t have much choice but to believe that something rivery is going on, especially since she’s the only one who can help Duke lose his new addition.
Japanese Dolls by Rumer Godden
When little Nona is sent from her sunny home in India to live with her relatives in chilly England, she is miserable. Then a box arrives for her in the post and inside, wrapped up in tissue paper, are two little Japanese dolls. A slip of paper says their names are Miss Happiness and Miss Flower. Nona thinks that they must feel lonely too, so far away from home. Then Nona has an idea – she will build her dolls the perfect house! It will be just like a Japanese home in every way. It will even have a tiny Japanese garden. And as she begins to make Miss Happiness and Miss Flower happy, Nona finds that she is happier too.
Wings & Co. by Sally Gardner
When Emily Vole inherits an abandoned shop, she discovers a magical world she never knew existed. But a fairy-hating witch, a mischievous set of golden keys, and a train full of brightly coloured bunnies are just a few of the surprises that come with it.
With the help of a talking cat called Fidget and a grumpy fairy detective called Buster, it's up to Emily to get to the bottom of Operation Bunny.
Small Persons With Wings by Ellen Booraem
Ever since she was teased for believing in fairies, Mellie has adopted a strictly scientific and logical approach to life. But when her parents inherit her grandfather's inn, she learns that for generations, her family members have been fairy guardians. The fairies exchanged some of their powers for this protection but now they want their magic back. An evil temptress in disguise wants the magic too, and before she knows it, Mellie is turned into a frog, her grandfather is discovered alive, and her parents are trapped in an evil spell that only lets them see the truth (which can be awfully brutal). Thank goodness for Timmo - the cute boy next door - and Durindana, a fairy outcast, who help Mellie save the day and encourage her to loosen up her views on family, fairies, and friendship.
Switchers by Kate Thompson
When freakish weather grips the Arctic regions and moves southward, an Irish girl and her strange companion save the world from disaster through their ability to switch into animal forms
Witch Wars by Sibeal Pounder
When Fran the Fabulous Fairy turns up in Tiga Whicabim's shed to tell her she's a witch, Tiga doesn't believe her. Or at least not until Fran points out that TIGA WHICABIM is actually an anagram of I AM A BIG WITCH . . . and takes Tiga through the drainpipes to compete in a challenge to crown the next Top Witch of Ritzy City. No one expects a witch from 'above the pipes' to be a serious contender, but soon Tiga and her new best friend, Peggy Pigwiggle, are at the head of the pack! Does one of them have what it takes to win?
Anthony Monday Mysteries by John Bellairs
When Miss Eells gives young Anthony a job at the library, he thinks he’ll just be dusting shelves and filing books. Instead, he discovers a hidden clue leading to the treasure of eccentric millionaire Alpheus Winterborn. Miss Eells thinks the clues are a practical joke left by the odd, old Winterborn before he died. But then why do things suddenly start getting so strange? And terrifying?
Jane Blonde by Jill Marshall
Janey Brown feels like she is practically invisible. With her stick-thin legs, mousy brown hair and grey eyes, no one ever notices her. Then a crazy woman turns up at the school gates, claiming to be Janey's godmother. According to hip-hop-talking, larger-then-life 'G-Mamma', Janey Brown really is something special. She's Jane Blonde, Sensational Spylet and it's time for her first mission Swapping her too-big school uniform for a silver spysuit, and her battered satchel for a set of amazing gadgets, Janey soon discovers that nothing in her life, or in her past, is as it seems. Her elusive Uncle Solomon happens to be the head of SPI (Solomon's Politicational Investigations) and the greatest spy the world has ever known. Recruited by the government to work on top-secret Project Crystal Clear, Solomon has made a scientific discovery that could change the world. But now he's gone missing. Can Jane Blonde get to him first? Or will The Sinerlesse, a rogue spying group with evil purposes (and a very nasty dog), hunt him down and take his secret?
Weenies by David Lubar
Each hilarious and harrowing. A substitute teacher finds out she has some monsters for students. A group of kids attempt a levitation trick with hair-raising results. A neighborhood is so boring the grown ups are turning into...well...you know. And dozens more.
#best childhood book#poll#the clockwork crow#horns & wrinkles#japanese dolls#wings & co#small persons with wings#switchers#witch wars#anthony monday mysteries#jane blonde#weenies
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Just before my seventh birthday my mum went to the book shop and asked for "the first book in that series everyone's really into at the moment about the kids who save the world by turning into animals."
And that's how i spent the next few years being super into Switchers while everyone else read Animorphs
#i did find animorphs eventually though#and i loved it#but i wish there was an actual switchers fandom#that was great too#animorphs#switchers
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Types of Atem Mini Switchers
Are you looking to uplift your live streaming or video production game? Blackmagic Design's ATEM Mini series offers a range of dynamic and functional switchers to cater to different needs. In this blog, we'll inquire into the four primary types of ATEM Mini switchers, their key features, and help you determine the best fit for your project. Buy your ATEM Mini from AWPRO and enjoy the best deals in the market! Blackmagic Design has transformed live creation with its ATEM Mini series, contributing compact and economical solutions for creators of all levels. Let's prospect the four main models:
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Stream video up to 1080p HD
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Full support and control features for BMPCC 6K and 4K cameras
Simultaneous USB recording
Integration with Multi Dock for live hard drive switching
Customize advanced settings with XML files
Software multiview with program previews, graphics, record status, on air status, audio meters
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Supports connecting up to 4 cameras or computers.
Live streaming via Ethernet supported on ATEM Mini Pro.
USB output operates as a webcam and supports all video software.
Automatically convert and re-syncs all HDMI inputs.
Includes free ATEM Software Control for Mac and Windows.
Internal media for 20 RGBA graphics for titles, opening plates and logos.
Includes ATEM Advanced Chroma Key for green/blue screen work.
Multiview allows monitoring of all cameras on ATEM Mini Pro.
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8-Channel HDMI Live Streaming Switcher
Supports up to 1080p60
RTMP Streaming via Ethernet or USB-C
Record Program Out
11-Input, 2-Channel Audio Mixer
Input Frame Rate and Format Converter
Re-Sync on All HDMI Inputs
HD Multiview Output with up to 16 Views
Local and Software Switching
4 x Upstream, 2 x Downstream Keyers
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8-Channel HDMI Live Streaming Switcher
Supports up to 1080p60
RTMP Streaming via Ethernet or USB-C
Record Program Out and Individual Inputs
11-Input, 2-Channel Audio Mixer
Input Frame Rate and Format Converter
Re-Sync on All HDMI Inputs
HD Multiview Output with up to 16 Views
Local and Software Switching
4 x Upstream, 2 x Downstream Keyers
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Conclusion
Blackmagic Design's ATEM Mini series offers an impressive range of options to suit various video production needs. By understanding the key differences between the models, you can make an informed decision and unlock the full potential of your live productions. Choose AWPRO as your trusted partner for all your ATEM Mini needs. Best Atem Mini Controllers are available at AWPRO
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Ecosistemas de Cámaras y Switchers PTZ completos
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#Audiovisual#AV#Broadcast#Ecosistemas PTZ completos#Estudios#Iglesias#LED#NDI#Produccion de Video#PTX#Realidad Virtual#Salas de Conferencias#Streaming#Switcher#Switchers#television#Transmisiones en vivo#VR
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Shoutout to the person who found the reason YouTube is loading slowly on Firefox and wrote a UBlock script to counter it.
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Two double-headers on the Trans-Gooiw Railroad passing each other in the hills, dragging long freight trains behind them, during the early days of the Pan-Mellanus Oil Crisis.
More mellanoid trains: Guz's Model Garratt | Museum-piece carrying rocket parts | Advanced Steam Tank Engine | Guz's bigger model Garratt | Tram and Coal Mine loco sketches.
The diesel-hydraulic at the front of the foreground consist, already somewhat old and tired by this point, dates back to around the time period that steam engines were originally retired on Mellanus. It's not very fuel efficient as it is, and with the oil rations, diesels can not handle the trains on their own any longer.
For a few years now the railroads have been taking their steam engines out of mothballs and museums, as coal was comparatively dirt-cheap. Still though, the various maintenance and operational complexities of running steam locomotives resulted in a lot of losses for the railroads.
Pictured here behind the diesel is an early attempt at the Advanced Steam Engine concept, modifying a member of a very prolific and successful 2-8-0+0-8-2 Garratt class with a gas producer combustion system, more modern cylinders and valve gear, and entirely replacing the cab with an electronic control system (with the more diesel-like control stands moved to separate cabs on the tenders). The electronic control scheme allows for the steam engine to be connected to a diesel engine to be run as a multiple unit, cutting down operational costs. However, as a modified prototype, this locomotive lacks some of the other features which exemplified the Advanced Steam era, such as modular ashpans, computerized control, and precision engineering.
On the other track, moving the opposite direction, we see a double header of two steam locomotives, another 2-8-0+0-8-2 loaned from the Slaibsgloth Coal Mine Railroad, and a 2-10-2 'easy' type non-articulated loco leads the train. In this case, there is no electronic connection, so a crew of four mellanoid slimes is necessary to operate the train.
The eagle-eyed railway fans will notice that there are radiators for a dynamic brake on the diesel, yet the diesel is an electric. Diesel-electric dynamic brakes switch the traction motors into generators, and dump the electricity out as waste heat--but there's no traction motors on a hydraulic. So why the radiator fins? There's still a dynamic engine brake on the diesel-hydraulic, so it still needs to be able to dissipate heat, especially on the mountain routes.
WIP images follow:
#Steam locomotive#steam engine#steam train#train#worldbuilding#mellanoid slime#railroad#diesel locomotive#road-switcher#diesel-hydraulic#locomotive#locomotive design#Garratt#Beyer-Garratt#articulated locomotive#Slime Trains#trains
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Hello, can I submit some suggestions for best childhood books? So far I've got:
The Children of Green Knowe by Lucy M Boston
Switchers (trilogy) by Kate Thompson
Troy by Adele Geras
Book of the Crow (series) by Catherine Fisher
Children of the Dust by Louise Lawrence
The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman
The Deptford Mice (series) by Robin Jarvis
(also The Whitby Witches and Tales From the Wyrd Museum series by Robin Jarvis)
Gideon the Cutpurse by Linda Buckley-Archer
Bunnicula (series) by Deborah and James Howe
Thanks for running this! And I hope I did this right. ��️
Added them all! You did it all right, and Book of the Crow is actually under The Clockwork Crow, which is how it's listed on Goodreads
#ask#submission#best childhood book#the children of green knowe#switchers#troy#the clockwork crow#children of the dust#the graveyard book#the deptford mice#the whitby witches#tales from the wyrd museum#gideon the cutpurse#bunnicula
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I'm still so mad that people hated on MCSM for all this time because they didn't see how PEAK IT FUCKING WAS.
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I was at the month electronics flea market and this device lets you select any of the 12 genders.
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Tma Gerry was a goth (awful at it)
Tmagp Gerry is still a goth (a whole lot better at it)
#i need to draw her NOW#amd listen i love tma gerry#shes so cute#and i love hrr#but oh my god she was not a goth#i have a whole rant about this#but again hes a fictional character so theres no point in debating his fashion choices#omg but also i really like thr idea that tmagp gerry is new wave#nvm shes just vince noir to me now#subculture switcher#hes jusy like me fr#tmagp#tmagp spoilers#gerry keay#gerry robinson#??? idk if thats a thing yet#it should be
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Cinnamon is serving cvnt
#cute#bunny#lop bunny#Holland lop#mini lop#look at those chunky cheeks#if only bootie liked being out like cinnamon I would Switcher hem up but miss girl hates being out esp her carrier 😭
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I love the episode where Branch and Poppy switch bodies. Sure it's cliche but I just love the two of them trying to do each other's jobs. Especially this scene where Branch is trying to give the village a pep talk.
#trolls#dreamworks trolls#branch trolls#poppy trolls#trolls the beat goes on#trolls tbgo#i laughed#switcher-ruby#he nailed it
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apparently that person whining about like limits has their inbox closed and replies restricted so i'm gonna send this ask to you cuz youre somewhat tumblr famous. and maybe you'll be merciful enough to show this ask to your thousands of followers.
likes have always been limited. the limit is pretty big and pretty hard to hit, and refreshes daily just like the post limit. if they're doubling the like limit, the average tumblr user will not notice any difference and the most dedicated tumblrinas won't hit that limit so often.
im aware of that, though personally it still raises a red flag that staff may lower the limit to try and make more people pay for premium. but its equally likely theyre just grasping at straws for things they can try and monetize so fair point, theres a big chance this changes literally nothing
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im trying to xplain a piece of equipment to my coworker nd im jst making it more confusing lmao
#my DP loves it tho#its his switcher board#i had to build it this season having never seen the insides before thought i was gnna cry#i get it now tho its actully simple af#we just got off work @ lunch time!! 6hr day!!! this show is not real lol#this isnt interesting but im proud of it evn tho its a mess
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𝕋𝕌𝔾𝕊 𝕄𝕆ℕ𝕊𝕋𝔼ℝ 𝔼ℕ𝔾𝕀ℕ𝔼𝕊 𝕊ℕ𝔼𝔸𝕂 ℙ𝔼𝔼𝕂 𝟚 𝔼𝕃𝔼ℂ𝕋ℝ𝕀ℂ 𝔹𝕆𝕆𝔾𝔸𝕃𝕆𝕆
𝙻𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚙
#tugs au#tugs tv series#this is tugs#tugs monster engines#boatz with paws#tugs sunshine#le pup#tugs pups#switcher tugs
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