#they're so beautifully written

[justrustandstardust]

geto, gojo and the sun ☼

it’s pretty well established that geto and gojo are the suns of each other’s worlds. we know, and are reminded regularly, that the sun is a consistent motif in their relationship. despite this, the metaphor actually runs much deeper than what we see on the surface.

geto associates gojo with the rising sun. in the opening sequence, all of his moments with gojo are dappled with streaks of sunlight. when they’re on the bike, when they’re walking through jujutsu tech, when they’re poking each other’s faces or getting stuff from the vending machine— it’s all so bright.

for geto, gojo is the rising sun that parts his clouds, literally exemplified in the ending sequence when geto is impatiently waiting for gojo in the rain. not only does gojo bring an umbrella, (which he himself doesn’t need) after he picks up geto, they walk together into the sunlight. like a cloudy night, geto waits for the sun to return every morning.

contrarily, gojo associates geto with the setting sun. when they break up in front of the KFC, the sun is setting around them. gojo’s eyes, which usually shine so brightly in the sunlight, are dampened by the waning rays of the sun. in gojo’s memory of the breakup, there’s no sun at all— it’s completely grey.

for gojo, geto is like the setting sun in that no matter how far he extends his hand, he’ll never reach him (as mentioned in the light novel). gojo can only watch as geto slips into the horizon, bidding him farewell at every dusk as he takes all the light with him, leaving gojo alone in the night.

when gojo meets geto at the end of his life, the sun has almost completely set. as he’s dying, geto is illuminating the vestiges of the last sunny day gojo will ever have. the sun sets for the last time, and geto slips through his hands even as gojo uses them to kill him.

what’s interesting here is that both of them associate each other with the same thing. geto is the center of gojo’s universe, and vice versa. the setting sun becomes the rising sun— they're an ouroboros, cycling through day and night as one.

suns are also solitary creatures, doomed to be alone whilst being the most powerful thing in the universe. we need the sun to survive, but we can’t get too close or we’ll die. we can only admire the sun from afar, basking in its rays on the condition that we can never openly embrace its warmth.

i'm reminded of a tolstoy quote that speaks to the nature of the sun as a literary motif:

"he stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking."

the sun is always around us, even if we can’t see it directly. geto and gojo may be apart, hidden by clouds or the horizon, but like the sun, they remain at the center of each other’s worlds— steadfast, ever-present and never waning.

(credit to @serenan2d on tiktok for providing the initial analysis that inspired this post. check her out, she’s amazing)

[itsheartbeat13]

Happy International Women's Day to the only women in animation

[sysig]

How much of me is me? (Patreon)

[vangbelsing]

One last thing about the Keep spoilers below the cut

I am more worried about the inquisitors portrayal than the lack of options. Like I wanted reactivity, but I get why it's not there, and while the absence of reactivity to my choices is regrettable, that absence doesn't contradict my world state, so to me that's livable. But the Inquisitor not having any options to tweak their personality at all?? Not even a general "were they more humorous or kind or violent" section??? That seems... Very much not promising. They seem so excited for people to see how they've portrayed the Inquisitor but... Y'all know people only care because it's their Inquisitor, right? Like there isn't some universal Inquisitor we all agree we love, we like ours. So the fact that there's absolutely no control over them? I. Am more than a little anxious over how they're gonna get handled.

[ranna-alga]

Stumbling out of a Joel and Ellie hurt-comfort/fluff fanfic covered in blood, sweat and tears

[laugtherhyena]

Oh the urge to make a dunmeshi canary oc but my heart tells me to leave the godawful elves alone,,

[creativitysparks4everxoxo]

~Allllll I want...for Christmasssssssss...isss...

Slowly but Also Like All at Once to get updated

A sorry attempt at burning you alive to get updated

Teasing a Tease is Not a Good Idea to get updated

El Amar Esta Aqui to get updated

Windtunnel to get updated

Te Quiero to get updated

Recreate the sun to get updated

Ease the Seat Back to get updated

For sluttysymbiote to repost all their smutty Miroah fanfics back on AO3!!!!

🤣😅😭

Please! I NEED THIS!!!!! 🥲🙏🏾

[licorishh]

Replayed Modern Warfare 3 2011 on Veteran tonight and goooooooood night. Blood Brothers never gets any easier to watch no matter how many times you've done it and the ending really never misses huh

I apologize for the amount of yapping in the tags I reread it all on mobile and started giggling because it went on for so long but eh. Blessed are those who won't shut the freak up and all that

[sylvia-forest]

[CN] Shaw's Field Date (Part 2)

⚡Warning: This post contains detailed spoiler's for a Date which hasn't released in EN yet!⚡

✧[Section 3]✧

Or maybe he just fooled me again.

This guy Shaw not only refuses to admit that he is jealous, but also tries to block my mouth with delicious food and "beauty"...

The next day, he was busy until midnight with the archaeology team, so I didn't have a chance to continue to observe him…

MC: - So, what has he been struggling with these past two days?!

Early this morning, Shaw disappeared again, and I had no choice but to sit up in bed. Annoyed, I picked up a pillow and "hit" the empty space next to me.

Shaw: Why are you hitting the bed frame? Did I do something to annoy you? MC: ……!

I was startled and turned my head, only to find Shaw standing at the door, looking at me with a curious expression on his face.

MC: You you you... why are you dressed like this?!

Shaw had changed out of his work overall today and was now wearing a brand new Miao ethnic costume.

The shiny silver accessories were adhered to his open neckline, and the intricate embroidery depicted smooth muscle lines.

Not only did he tie the iconic Miao headscarf on his head, but he also had a shiny silver Miao knife strapped to his back.

Shaw: Isn't this to celebrate Qixi with you? Like you said, in Miao territory, it's only natural to go with an ethnic touch.

He raised an eyebrow without confirming or denying, then tossed a cloth bundle he had in his hand to me.

Shaw: I got a set for you too, try it. MC: We...are going to go to the set dressed like this? Shaw: Can't we? MC: ... It's not impossible.

Looking at his expression in this moment, I seemed to have caught a glimpse of the source of his displeasure these past two days.

Just like a little panda that had rolled around in the mud but then cleaned up its fur, ready to fight again with a satisfied look.

Amusement bubbled up from my heart and spread across my face as I opened the package and deliberately elongated my tone.

MC [playfully]: Mmm~ you're right. After filming for several days, I haven't even worn Miao ethnic clothing myself. I heard that the jewelry is quite troublesome to put on…

I hold the silver necklace in front of me and wink at him.

MC [playfully]: Shaw, can you help me?

Shaw tugged at the corner of his mouth, not revealing my little trick.

He leaned down and took the necklace from my hand.

Shaw [plays along with her]: It's indeed quite troublesome. I suggest you send a message to your colleagues, letting them know you'll be an hour late.

—

Luckily, by the time we finish fumbling with everything and arrive on set, the Qixi Festival shoot has just begun.

I shyly greeted the director and the crew before coming to the monitor with Shaw.

In the frame, men and women were dancing gracefully amidst fluttering petals, and the brilliant colors were almost blinding to the eyes.

The bright silver ornaments shimmer in the sun, and every time they dance, they will make a sweet sound.

I lightly bumped Shaw's shoulder.

MC: Care to give a comment? Shaw: I don't know how to dance, so I don't have anything to comment on, but… MC: But what?

Shaw: It seems like the costumes of two models are worn incorrectly. In Miao ethnic attire, the left lapel should be buttoned over the right. Shaw: And also, that couple in the corner, why is one wearing the style of Nan Dan while the other is in Hai Nan attire? Even though they're both Miao, their costumes don't match, do they?

[T/N]: Miao is an ethnic minority within China, they have many subgroups within the tribe itself, so their clothing style differs from place to place. The pair in the scenario, though they both belong to Miao tribe, one of them is wearing clothing style from the Nandan area of Guangxi, while the other is wearing Hainan (island) clothing style.

With Shaw's reminder, I finally noticed that the costumes of several models at the edge were indeed incorrect. I quickly pressed the intercom and called for a pause.

MC: It's a good thing we have you as a folklore expert. Otherwise, if someone notices the issues after broadcasting, our show would lose face. Shaw: Don't exaggerate my role. I just happened to grasp at straws on this archaeological dig. Shaw: We're also indebted to the old man being a key teacher in the Folklore Association. Otherwise, it would have been difficult for me to organize the preliminary information.

His tone was casual, but I knew that if he really wanted to delve into it, he wouldn't just lightly touch the surface.

With gratitude in my heart, I blurted out.

MC: It's been a hard time, right?

Shaw: Not bad, but digging soil is tiring every time. Shaw: Especially this time, we found the official seal of the Provincial Government Office and records of communication with the Miao King inside the main coffin. It successfully bridged the historical gap. Shaw: So it's worth the effort.

He spoke calmly, his eyes and brows lifted, as if whatever he put into something he enjoyed was willingly given.

We just watched the video on the monitor and chatted casually about what he found during the excavation.

Under his guidance, the original concept of the show suddenly gained a historical framework. I then adorned it with a more splendid modern perspective.

The scenes in the frame also became more profound and enchanting, radiating the colors of the ethnic culture.

The recording of the program was coming to an end, and I stretched out in a relaxed way.

MC: Phew~ you've been a big help this time. I feel that after the broadcast, everyone will surely fall in love with Miao ethnic culture! Shaw: I helped you modify so many program details, and you only give me verbal praise? MC: Then what do you want in return, just say it. Shaw: Of course, I want…

Before Shaw finished speaking, suddenly a staff member came to him in a hurry and patted him on the shoulder.

Staff member: Hello why are you still sitting here? Staff member: Stop interfering with the producer's work. Come with me. We're about to shoot the final cast shot. Shaw: ? ? ?

Shaw was confused by this overwhelming order, he took a look at his clothes, and then suddenly realized.

In an instant, his face went from red to green and then turned black, completing a full cycle. Then, he opened his mouth with a forced smile.

Shaw: I'm sorry, my friend. Shaw: I'm not a male model, I'm your producer's boyfriend. MC: HAHAHAHA!!

Amidst my uproarious laughter, the staff awkwardly left. Shaw ground his teeth, turned his head, and then launched an attack on me.

Shaw: How dare you smile so happily? MC: I-I'm sorry, I was trying to help you break the tension, but the male model is just hahaha … uh oh!

He grabbed my cheek, his half-squinted eyes suddenly coming close.

Shaw: Originally, I just wanted you to treat me to a meal, but now I don't want to let you go so easily. Shaw: Don't go to your class, from now on, you're kidnapped by me.

Without any further explanation, he pulled me and ran towards the set.

MC: ….!Where are you taking me??

Shaw: Just come with me, no nonsense.

Through the steel frames and dark arms, through the artificially scattered flowers, we headed towards the distant shade of green bamboo.

We did not choose the main road where pedestrians and vehicles line up, but walked towards the deserted path where no human habitation can be seen.

The rustling bamboo leaves brushed against our hair, and the clear sound of silver bells echoed in response.

Behind us, the sound system at the set played love songs softly, drifting through the clear sky.

"-Speaking of love leads to longing, speaking of intention leads to connection; When you gain the consent of your beloved, you won't think of change; When you receive the holy water, you won't let it go…"

"We are like a couple from the modern world who have crossed back to ancient Miao territory, doing the same things as countless couples of this land have done for thousands of years."

The dense vegetation and steep slope blocked our way, and Shaw drew his Miao knife, splitting through the tangled branches and leaping down first.

He sheathed the knife on his back, used his body to press down the obstructing slanting bamboo, and turned his head to look at me.

Shards of gold and bright silver shimmered, a sidelong glance carrying a smile full of meaning.

Shaw: Do you need my help? MC: Humph, I can jump by myself!

I pushed aside the low bushes and leaped down, while at the same time, Shaw extended his arms, allowing me to land perfectly in his embrace.

The scent of mint and bamboo leaves wafted in the sunlight, mingling with each other's breath.

I wrapped my arms around Shaw's waist and lightly tapped the tip of his nose

MC: This was you taking the initiative to embrace, not me, you know. Shaw: Mmm, yeah, you're right. After all, if I'm going to abduct someone, I might as well get the whole package.

✧[Section 4]✧

After leaving the bamboo grove and walking to the end of the hill, a medium-sized Miao tribe appeared before us.

Layers of exquisite bamboo houses were adorned with bright red lanterns, celebrating the festival. The scent of cooking wafted through the buildings, creating a lively atmosphere.

MC: Wow! Isn't this Tongxin Village? We actually managed to make it here!

Shaw: You have been here before?

Shaw looked at me with some surprise, and I nodded.

MC: Right, because this Miao tribe is well-preserved and not visited by many tourists, so our initial filming location was here. MC: We interviewed the elderly people here in the first episode, visited the ancestral hall, and even went to their dyeing workshop… MC: What about you, were you also here to collect folklore materials? Shaw: …I'm not that dedicated, but I found this place when I was wandering around because the lunch box of the archaeological team was really awful.

When Shaw spoke, he wrinkled his nose slightly unnaturally, and there was a hint of melancholy in his tone. I couldn't help but blink my eyes.

— Maybe he was planning to surprise me, so he brought me here, right?

But I've already been here, so I wasn't happy about it now?

MC: Pff…

Shaw: Why are you suddenly laughing foolishly again? MC: It's nothing... I just suddenly felt that classmate Shaw actually has such a cute side! Shaw: ? !

Hearing what I said, Shaw instantly had a ghostly expression on his face, and took a sharp breath.

Shaw [blushes]: I don't know what kind of medicine you took today, but this kind of teasing doesn't work on me, so I suggest you avoid using it in the future. MC: No problem, then I won't compliment you as cute in the future~ Shaw: ……

Seeing the expression on Shaw's face, if I continued teasing him, I might be subjected to his "poisonous hands," so I quickly changed the topic.

MC: Cough cough, so are we still going to Tongxin Village? Shaw: Why not? Shaw: Maybe there are things in the village that you haven't noticed before. MC: Is that so? Last time I wandered around the whole village, you know?

Shaw raised the corners of his lips after hearing my provocation, and pulled my hand straight away.

Shaw: Sure, why not? Since we've both been here before, let's see who can find more interesting things.

Walking into the village, both of us started showing off our findings to each other, as if presenting treasures.

The snacks here are delicious, the garden here is beautiful, the lazy cat with mandarin duck eyes sleeping on the street corner, the big buffalo with strange patterns on its buttocks…

Darn it, I wonder how exactly Shaw wandered around before. He managed to find so many things that the camera crew missed capturing!

Seeing that I was about to lose, I suddenly remembered a family I interviewed before.

Aunt: Oh, Little MC, why did you come over? MC: Hello, Auntie. My boyfriend is visiting me these days, and I thought of bringing him here to taste your homemade millet wine. Is that okay?

Their wine wasn't sold outside, and no tourists know about it, but it is famous in the nearby villages and towns for its good wine—— Now I can definitely turn the tide!

Auntie handed a full cup of millet wine in front of Shaw. Instead of using his hands to take it, he just drank it all in one go while holding the cup with his mouth.

Aunt: Yo, the young man is bold!

Shaw: I know the etiquette of toasting with guests.

After drinking the guest-welcoming liquor from the ox horn, I entered the house and together with Shaw, I tried glutinous rice wine, buckwheat wine, and more.

In the end, amidst Aunt's toast song, we also experienced a moment of the Miao ethnic group's "Lovers' Toast".

When we left Aunt's house, I had a triumphant smile on my face, raising my chin confidently.

MC: How about it, isn't my discovery quite significant? MC: Now it's your turn, huh? Don't tell me you're already out of ideas?

Shaw: How is it possible, there is a beautiful swing at the end of this road, you'll probably like it. MC: Swing? MC: No way. There's a swing in the village, our production team couldn't have missed that, right?

Seeing my doubt, Shaw slyly raised his eyebrows.

Shaw: Who knows, I found it anyway.

As Shaw said, we walked along the road until we reached the edge of the Miao village. Sure enough, beside a small stream, we saw a swing with intertwined flowers and branches quietly hanging on an old tree.

MC: It's so bright.....

Under the influence of intoxication, everything before my eyes seemed to be veiled with a soft, hazy filter.

The fresh flowers are intertwined on the rope, as if they have just been picked, and there are still a few fresh dewdrops on the petals, shining in the sun.

Eagerly, I sat on the swing and patted the space next to me, gesturing to invite Shaw.

MC: —Want to play together?

Shaw: MC, are you sure? If I sit on it, it will not be a romantic swing, but an exciting swing. MC: I'm going for an exciting swing!

I answered without hesitation, even puffing out my chest.

Shaw laughed, turned around, and sat down, he stretched out his palm and firmly covered the back of my hand.

Shaw: Let me help you hold on tight.

In the next second, I was lifted into the air by the swing.

MC: Ah—

The sudden weightlessness made me scream out loud, and then I pressed my lips together in dissatisfaction, making Shaw laugh.

I only dared to tug on the hem of his clothes to protest, but my breathing became tighter and tighter.

The swing is different from the ones I've sat on in the city before. The long ropes allow the swing to sway at a higher angle.

Together, down, up, down…

I closed my eyes tightly, without any protection around my body, the only thing I could rely on was his tightly clenched palm.

In the darkness, the clear sound of the silver jewelry swinging became more distinct.

And what is clearer is Shaw's breathing that is close at hand.

Shaw: Hey, why don't you open your eyes and take a look? The view is amazing. MC: No, no, no! Shaw: ...Coward, wasting my heartfelt efforts.

Shaw said these words quickly and softly, I didn't hear clearly, so I had to tug at the corner of his clothes again.

MC: What are you saying? Speak louder! Shaw: I said….

His breath drew closer, like raindrops, the scent of alcohol, and a kiss, all landing on the edge of my ear.

Shaw [lightly whispers]: Suddenly, I feel that you are also very cute. MC: ……!

The unexpected words made me subconsciously open my eyes, and the swing happened to be at the highest point at the moment—

Fine rain quietly falls, someone in the Miao village starts playing the lusheng, birds in formation fly across the distant green mountains, passing over the hillside where we came from, the bamboo forest…

Everything is captured by the eyes, the heart swells uncontrollably in that moment.

I looked at Shaw in a daze, and he grinned proudly.

Shaw: Wasn't my discovery the most interesting? I won.

_

MC: Uh, I asked you why you found me particularly cute at that time? I really care about it, could you explain it to me again?

Shaw: …… Shaw: Miss MC, you've asked three times already, and I've answered three times as well. The statement about you being cute was just a playful way to get you to open your eyes, to tease you.

On the way back to the Miao Village, I was still reminiscing about Shaw's words, and couldn't help but confirm to him over and over again.

And this guy was so inconsistent, the first time he answered that I was stupid and cute, and the second time he said it was to get back at me for calling him cute…

Hmph, I don't you believe you.

Walking with a light and cheerful step, we turned a corner and happened to encounter the winemaking old lady and her son.

Aunt: MC, are you also going to the bonfire party? MC: That's right. At the evening party, I was planning to enjoy your wine!

While I was chatting with the aunt, her son also came to Shaw.

Youth: Boss Shaw, are you satisfied with that swing? MC: ……? Youth: Your order was quite urgent, you said you wanted it sturdy and beautiful, so we rushed to buy a lot of flowers to wrap around it yesterday!

Shaw coughed in embarrassment and waved his hands again and again.

Shaw: Well, I'm very satisfied... You've worked hard. Youth: Haha it’s not hard, you know your girlfriend is my mother’s friend, we should make the swing more luxurious!

When aunt and the young man left with smiles, I poked fiercely at Shaw's chest in annoyance.

MC: Shaw! You cheated! MC: No wonder I was wondering why there wasn't a swing here before, and suddenly one popped up. So, it was you who hurriedly came here to set it up yesterday! You, ugh…!

All my backlash was blocked by a kiss from him.

What kind of a man is he who cheats and gags when he has a guilty conscience!

I had originally intended to silently criticize like this, but the afterglow of the setting sun fell upon the vibrant lanterns and his bright eyes, creating such a splendid sight that I lost my determination and only wanted to indulge further.

Shaw pressed against the tip of my nose, his smile was full of evil intentions.

Shaw: That counts as a tie for today. If you want to compete in something else, I have plenty of time in the evening.

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[bylertruther]

thinking abt how when joyce or jonathan use a softer voice with will he either retreats or lashes out, but when mike uses a special softer voice with him he accepts it, finds comfort in it, and leans into it wholeheartedly 🥺 bc even though mike is being softer, he isn't treating will like he'll "break" or like a "baby" or like he "can't handle things on his own," he's just... opening himself up to will in hopes that will will do the same. and he does! he always does because he feels like the others "wouldn't understand," but mike always does. 🥺

[ahhale-werewolves]

my own personal little headcanon that just makes me giggle and kick my feet is that in S3b when Will asks if Hannibal is in love with him to Bedelia, he 100% always knew this man’s been in love with him. he just wanted to be a shit and make bedelia say it.

[longagoitwastuesday]

you seem to have a wide taste in books !! what are some books that you would recommend ??

Hmmm I wonder. I have the feeling I just read the same couple of books over and over, and at times only different iterations of the same story, like in that line by Borges ("the various intonations of a few metaphors").

I find recommending books without knowing anything at all about the person asking rather difficult. What I'd suggest to one may differ greatly from what I'd recommend to someone else. I'll give a list of some of my favourite books that I think are enjoyable in general:

— Thoughts by Pascal

— Cain: a mystery by Lord Byron

— The Iliad by Homer

— Crime and Punishment by Dostoievsky

— Othello by Shakespeare

— Pedro Páramo by Juan Rulfo

— Cyrano de Bergerac by Edmond Rostand

— The fragments of the Presocratics

— La Regenta by Leopoldo Alas, Clarín

— Tractatus Logico-philosophicus by Wittgenstein

— East of Eden by John Steinbeck

— Vita nova by Dante

— Contributions to the Founding of the Theory of Transfinite Numbers by Georg Cantor

— Caligula by Albert Camus

— North and South by Elizabeth Gaskell

— Peter Pan by J. M. Barrie

— Some essays by Russell. I personally love Mysticism and Logic

— Metamorphoses by Ovid

Poetry is perhaps harder to recommend because at times it translates horribly, but in general I love Baudelaire, Rimbaud, Lorca, Juan Ramón Jiménez, Rilke, Byron, Quevedo, Góngora, Lope de Vega, Horace, Catullus, Ovid, Tennyson, Maiakovsky, Garcilaso de la Vega, Oliverio Girondo, Vicente Huidobro, Emily Brontë, T. S. Eliot, Luis Cernuda and Edgar Allan Poe, to name a few.

[forcebookish]

at a point in my fandom life where if someone says "it's not perfect but--" my instant response is yes it is

[sysig]

Nice healthy obsession you got there (Patreon)

[lets-play-our-game]

I found out today that the author of my favourite fanfic, who has not updated in a year now, has a tumblr and he's been here the wole time and has yet to upload the next chapter, which is apparently written? I'm screaming and crying and tearing the fabric of time apart with my teeth i am in romantic love with this person and by gods I'll wait for him to upload it but i will do it with tears in my eyes and swear words on my tongue and the only cure is the next chapter and then I will be normal again I swear

[coldflasher]

thinking about how im literally on like. the 8th draft of my novel, but i've still never actually come up with a full, beginning-to-end readable draft without bits missing or repeated scenes or entire chapters in the wrong order

lol