What if she's mot intimidated? What if she finds it terribly hot?

What if she can't help but chuckle and even tease him

"If I didn't know any better I'd say you're jealous, Suguru"

gojo is definitely the type to look at your boyfriend dead in the eyes, look him up and down, and then back and forth between you both, raise his brows, and then say, “that's crazy.” in the most baffling way possible before walking away.

( pinned! ᰔ gojo’s masterlist! ᰔ jjk masterlist! )

Ok but like

Gojo as "These guys don't like me cause their girlfriends do" feels so canon

But what if Gojo actually decides to steal reader from her bf?

That would be the funniest shit ever

my favorite person

i just saw a video on tiktok of someone complaining about fanfic writers who have the ✨audacity✨ not to complete a fic. that it’s rude, it’s inconsiderate, it’s disrespectful of the readers emotional investment. and then a whole bunch of commenters saying underneath that this is why they won’t read incomplete fics, that they’ve seen authors go from updating every week to horror of horrors only every month. and because i am a wise and mature individual i’m not going to stitch the video dragging them to hell but instead i’m coming here to you beloved tumblr dot com to bitch behind their back

because i know we’ve said this before but the emerging culture of fanfic writers as content creators and readers as consumers is fucking disgusting. it breeds attitudes exactly like this and turns something that is fundamentally anti-capitalist into another cycle of produce compete exploit where your worth is based on how quickly you can meet consumers needs

it’s called archive of our own for a reason. its about repurposing these stories for ourselves, for our own enjoyment and interest whether thats i want to right the wrongs of this author or i want to see what happens if this one tiny plot point changed or i want to make these characters tie each other up and fuck until they cry. its about sharing as a community, leaving these stories in a communal toy box so people who come along in a few months or few years can enjoy them too

tl;dr keep your fucking capitalist little mittens away from our stories

Every time someone comes back to tumblr to bitch about the kids without fully developed prefrontal cortexes running their mouths on tiktok an angel gets its wings.

It is an honor and privilege to be in fandom. And I hope the next gen learns what it means to be part of a creative community, and that art is for expression and not consumption. These kids have creativity and stories to share, too, and how sad would it be if those perspectives are lost to late stage capitalistic content consumption.

Bc the thing is, we will still be here when they want someone to listen to them, to the stories they want to write. Because fandom literally exists outside of capitalism, and therefore *will* outlast all other forms of media. We literally can’t make money off this. That is how badly we want to share these ideas and these thoughts, in the hopes that someone will see them and hear them and think “yeah, me too.” Or “I never thought of it this way” or just “fuck that was completely batshit.” We stay in a world that is copyrighted for a reason. It puts us in the driver’s seat; the story literally can’t be manipulated or controlled by systems of power generated by capitalism. We know when we read fic there is zero ulterior motive behind the story besides “here, world, have a piece of my brain.”

AND LIKE ISNT THAT SUCH A PRIVILEGE.

And that’s why we tag and give CWs and blah blah blah because that is *our* responsibility. To be forthright about what we are saying so readers can make an informed choice whether or not to engage. We even denote if we are writing something that isn’t finished! That little “Chapter number/?” can help you decide what level of commitment you are willing to give to a piece.

But to promise endings? For brain thoughts? My siblings in christ do YOUR brain thoughts have endings??? Are they worthless if they don’t??

Anyway.

Me n the rest of us will be here sharing our weird ideas and cheering for each other’s brain thoughts, whether they are finished or not.

Xoxo go sit girl

selfshippers: who is driving the car and who is the passenger princess in your relationship, and why?

I am anti anti-aging. I will laugh and cry and frown, until the depth of my experiences shows on my face tenfold. I will cherish every smile line I get. It's physical proof of my life's joy. My face is going to be riddled with a lifetime of emotions

panic — gojo satoru x gn!reader

a bright and sunny day it is, one of a kind and so is gojo’s state which is hilarious to geto.

gojo, all-time limitless sorcerer, one of the strongest to exist, and the most confident person on earth, is currently panicking and it has been going on for quite the while.

“suguru, I am serious! I think I have a problem or something!”

geto chuckles while eating his soba, “do tell me more.”

“so when y/n passes by I feel like my stomach is just twirling around itself or like there is stuff moving inside! I feel my breath hitch and I can’t help staring—”

geto, humored, nods for his best friend to continue, “—and I feel my heart beating so fast, it’s worrying. I talked about it to shoko, but she just gave me the stank eye and left!”

i’m curious to know if you think you could pull your f/o irl

REBLOG IF YOU HAVE STRETCHMARKS

This way people can see they’re not alone. I have them and this would help me see that.

Tumblr already has a personalization algorithm it's called my beloved mutuals who have great taste and only wish to psychologically damage me sometimes

the pope, or as i like to call him, the hokage of the catholic church

suguru is the type to try not to get hard when you’re sitting in his lap and satoru is the type to wrap his arms around your waist and push his hips forward to make sure you feel it

Me on a crazed hyperfixation reblogging spree: oh my god... my mutuals... they must hate me for clogging up their dashes... plz dont stop following me i promise i won't be this annoying ever again

Me when my mutuals go on crazed hyperfixation reblogging spree: you go girl!!! reblog those posts!!! those two should kiss!!! they are the bestest girl!!!! go girl go!!!!

getou will break your heart once, if not twice. I think he’s definitely afraid to commit - not because he can’t do it, but because the idea of devoting his heart to somebody petrifies him because he will give and give and give…

so, he’s cautious. to the point where he can be cruel and cold. it scares him how willingly he would sacrifice himself for the one he loves. that’s not healthy, is it? he thinks, to worship someone so deeply, to crave them like they are the purest hit of dopamine.

so yeah, he’ll break your heart - but believe me, it eats him alive when it happens.

to betray the person he loves, that he adores the most, is an unforgivable sin,

and he will always repent.

Ok, but, BUT

Listen to me for a moment

(it's angst hours, you have been warned)

His lover who is just as cautious. His lover who doesn't fall easily, his lover who is so unsure, his lover who loves him so dearly and exactly because of that they are cautious, so terribly cautious.

Cautious as to not break his heart with a confession and then realize the feelings faded, the thought so scary it makes them distance from him a bit to think, to check with their own emotions, needing to be sure because they can't fucking lose Suguru.

His lover who has loved before and had entirely regretted it with their whole heart, so they are so terribly cautious now with their own heart because they love so deeply it's all consuming.

His lover who is so loyal it's painful, his lover who would show their love in ways that are not so evident, such as cooking for him and remembering tiny things he likes such as a food being cocked in a specific way or a bracelet made in a specific way or even a specific scent.

His lover who would truly do anything for him, but fear so much ending heartbroken and losing him that they also pull away at the smallest hint of coldness and let him be, letting him have his space, texting him just to check on him a few days later because they simply can't not make sure he is okay.

His lover who loves so deeply he is their very art, their muse, the music in their veins, the poetry on their tongue, the epitome of their masterpiece and beyond that.

His lover who is harsh and cold when they feel like they are let down, when he's a bit too cruel. His lover who truly reflects him and yet, has such an ever consuming love it's painful, like a fire threatening to burn them whole.

Or, the epitome of he fell first, but she fell harder.