#apart from All Might's hands

[pharawee]

I don't go here but...

A series about prosopagnosia where they actually introduce it as prosopagnosia?? I have prosopagnosia (the bad kind where I don't recognise my family... or myself lmao)!

Uh yeahhh, it's not really like that, but I guess they had to visualise it somehow.

Okay I'm curious, maybe I'll watch this? I'm all for prosopagnosia awareness because every time I tell people about it there's a chance they just think I'm making it up for attention.

#faceless love the series #jane watches stuff #actually the blank faces thing might not be that weird #i see faces when i look at people #but they don't tell me anything #i don't understand how they work #and when i look away the face is gone #i can't visualise it at all #when i think of people i think of their hands and hair and voice and mannerisms #noses and ears too 🤣 #this is also why i love close-ups of hands so much #because this is what my dreams look like #just people from their neck down - no faces at all #fun fact: i really want to gif the kidnap trailer but i can't tell people apart #and what if i gif ohm's brother als his love interest lmao #another fun fact: sometimes @cytharat is my seeing eye person #and she tells me if the people I see are really my fave actors/friends/family

[ssreeder]

how are we feeling about the new netflix adaptation of avatar??!!!!!!!!!!!! the zuko casting eats and swolzai is so cool to see actually translated well (although we will see how they treat the characters in this)

HEYYYYYYOOOOO!

The only thing I’m really looking forward to from the live action is being able to gossip about it with my mutuals. I don’t really have any other opinion, I mean… it looks cool! (Sokkas hair & zukos scar bother me but ehhhh what can I do?) But I’m an animation junky, I love my anime and my cartoons (bobs burgers beloved) so I don't particularly care for the “real people actors” taking over my cartoons but I’m totally chill about it honestly.

I will ABSOLUTELY be watching it and probably will form a more solid opinion after I actually watch the show.

#Omg I had to message a friend and ask who sowlozai was hahaha #I was like ummmm I don’t know this person #& they had to hold my hand and walk my old ass through it #But yeah! I guess I’m just not the kind of person who jumps to criticism #I mean don’t get me wrong I love a good gossip sesh #Don’t tempt me with a good time haha #I see a lot of effort being put into it so I want to give everyone who worked really hard to bring this show to life a chance #I can’t just tear apart all their hard work from a few photos and a couple trailers #I know it won’t be close to the original but it might be good #I heard the one piece live action was good #Idk I’m watching one piece currently so I haven’t seen the live action but ahhh luffy is so awesome haha #Again this show could be a dumpster fire but can it be worse than the first live action movie….? I think not #*points at friend who actually likes the live action movie* HAHAHA I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE #poor dads still waiting for book two hahaha #Sorry sorry I love you don’t be mad <3 #Ok well COME SCREAM AT ME WHEN YOU WATCH IT AND ILL YELL BACK!!!!!!! #& yeah they had no business making ozai look that offical… damn it live action CUT IT OUT #& im sorry but iroh is the most iroh looking iroh i could have imagined and i giggle every time i see him #But i will take jabs that Netflix threw all that money at the show and still always sunny did a burn scar on cricket 10000x better than zuk #Left eye paint job (i know it’s mean but i doubt anyone would have stopped watching if they would had added a little more realism to that…) #(They didn’t have to shave his brow but put some of that effect glue shit on it and plaster that sucker down #ONE EYE BROW ZUKO!!!!!!!!!!!! ) #& sokkas jet black hair with his front poof is just …. Damn it I think it’s actually stupidly canon for them to fuck up sokkas character #THIS MUCH - but again… maybe he’ll pull it off idk I JUST DONT KNOW #The girls are perfect & fuck it when azula picked up a bow #The first thing I thought was that fucking Annie song #“Anything you can do I can do better I can do anything better than you” #Zuko works tirelessly to master his weapon #Azula picks up a bow and laughs ‘silly zuzu weapons as child’s play’ *proceeds to hit a bullseye with no effort* #BECAUSE WHY THE FUCK NOT

[koszmarnybudyn]

You know what *traumatizes your hermie*

Also plain backround ones:

#dungeons and daddies #dndads #hermie the unworthy #kibda wanted to do his poison ivy design but i could not be bothered #i like when hes a little fucked up #i might draw him more than i do the actual teens apart from normal lol #the bracelets do have specific colors but i dont think its very visable #well there the mlm flag (idk whats its actually called) and all the teens colors because i will push my friendship bracelets agenda #the one on the other hand is green and teal :] #my art

[waugh-bao]

#I think this might be my favorite thing I got in Portugal #(apart from a pair of hand embroidered linen trousers. and pistachio butter. and the ciabatta I brought with me on the plane to bring #directly back to my family. which I got zero taste of) #it’s a little espresso cup from a ceramics atelier on R. Poiais de São Bento in Lisbon #a French artist who hand crafts all of her pieces #the shape and the glaze/finish is gorgeous #but I especially love the handle #it reminds me of a dinosaur #(that’s espresso by the way. b/c I hate coffee. it’s hojicha) #me stuff #not the stones #lisbon #portugal

[weepylucifer]

Remind me to at some point do something about that ficlet i have knocking around in my head where ulixes surprise-visits steban at his mom's place during semester break and steban gets extremely flustered about it

#posts by me #this would be early in their friendship #they met each other in the last semester and instantly clicked but it's all still new. uli hasn't even realized he has a crush yet #he's staying with his parents and they're distant and disinterested and he misses talking to his new friend #and hey steban did give him his family's address ''for emergencies'' and urgently needing to talk theory is an emergency!! #so he heads to villalobos. has the door opened by steban's mom. all very yes hello can my friend come out to play #he's led out back to a little community garden that some people in the apartment block manage together #steban's there helping out bc he's on break. he's in his oldest shittiest gardening clothes. there's dirt on his hands #and mud on his bare feet. uli looks at him in the sunlight and thinks ooohh. i am IN LOVE with you #then steban sees him and is like OH NO. he's not supposed to see me without my nice academic getup #now he'll think [mesque stereotype] [mesque stereotype] [mesque stereotype] #and meanwhile uli's thinking wow he is the most beautiful being to ever exist i want to be communist lovers with him #cue uli sitting in the kitchen with lemonade while steban has a whispered argument with his mom outside #all ''muuuums why did you just let him IN HERE i'm not even properly DRESSED'' and his mom is all oh you want to impress the boy huh? #you want to look nice for the boy? 😏 #and steban (blushing) is like i want the boy to take me SERIOUSLY as an ACADEMIC #like... this is firstie steban. he's still grappling with the whole 'poor kid in a college environment' thing #he hasn't yet learned to simply own it. he's probably trying to suppress his accent when he's on campus. and uli might even be middle class #(!!!) #and like he's not Ashamed of where he's from. his family's great. he... doesn't Hate being mesque. he's not sure yet how it all squares w #his brand-new communist beliefs. where he belongs and what he defines himself as #but he knows this: he does kinda want to impress ulixes. it just feels right to have him around #so he's just very very flustered and confused and trying to act nonchalant about it #steban's mom after fighting tooth and nail for it eventually gets uli to call her by her first name

[themanwhowouldbefruit]

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#i truly wish my piece of shit father would die like. he went out and got some mystery flu like illness and is going around the house hacking #up shit from his throat and spitting it and blowing his nose on towels and shit and touching every surface and handle and not washing his #hands and lowkey like. me catching something like this after my surgery could get really bad really fast because of my stitches holding my #organs in and not being able to clear my lungs re:stitches and will just like drown in my sleep or whatever and i cant even bring myself to #be upset because he is an antivaxer who did this shit all pandemic long and ive just always assumed there's the possibility that i could #die just from him being the biggest most narcissistic inconsiderate piece of shit he can possibly be and like made my peace with it #like yeah i guess i might die from having a piece of shit father who dosent care if i live or die #god i wish i wasnt trapped here and could go back to my apartment but i still struggle with literally everything 😭😭😭 #lowkey want to die in my sleep i hate this fucking shithole place so much

[cuteniaarts]

First posted piece of 2024 featuring Ghazan’s older sister Haya, take 2!!

#a.k.a the og version was bothering me so I completely redrew her eyes and added more shadows to make her facial features more pronounced #gonna just copy over my og tags bc I can’t be bothered to come up with new ones #my art #artists on tumblr #the legend of korra #original character #seeds of the red lotus #sotrl haya #god... like on one hand yes. she's an awful person. she abused her brother's kids for 16 years #left lasting mental and emotional scars on them to the point that even years after they last see her they're still recovering #even after all the bruises have healed her voice is still in their heads. fear of her still dictates so many of their actions #someone like her doesn't deserve any amount of sympathy. nor after everything she's done #but on the other... the person who did all that is haya in her 30s and 40s. here she's just 14 #she just had her whole world shattered in a matter of weeks. she's left with nothing and no one but an empty house and her 5yo brother #she has no one to turn to. no shoulder to cry on. apart from losing her parents she had to quit school and stop hanging out with her friend #sh ehad to abandon any hobbies she might have had. I imagine she was quite like suiren and midori used to be. curious and intelligent #and very keen on trying new things. she had to leave all that behind to work day and night while earning only barely enough to scrape by on #just enough for them to survive. to keep the house. to be clothed and fed. there was no room for treats or luxuries of any kind #how many dresses did she cut up to use as material for ghazan's clothes? how many nights did she go hungry just so he could eat? #and she can't even cry about it. not while he's around anyway because she's supposed to be strong for him. #I imagine she often cried after putting ghazan to bed. just out of sheer helplessness. from how exhausted she was #she cried herself to sleep every night and pulled herself back together every morning #tied her hair back with her mother's kerchief and went straight to work anywhere that would hire her. working until she could barely stand #all for him. I'm not excusing her actions in any way but I understand why she was overcome with resentment after he left her #running away without as much as a goodbye. after everything she had done for him. spitting in her face would have hurt less #so when he resurfaced over a decade later to dump his bastard children on her it didn't take long for all that resentment to find an outlet #and the rest is history... fuck. thinking about her teenage and ya self always makes me cry. she was so much like suiren it's heartbreaking #well. the only reason suiren is like this now is bc of her. but yk what they say. the history book on the shelf is always repeating itself #anyway. I'm really glad I took the time to redraw this. I'm so much happier with it now. she actually looks like a young girl now #this really hits different considering that I straight up killed her in my latest au... granted she was in her 40s there. but still

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

#ok so like this is fine bc im not in a horrible mood rn. this is more i feel like complaining bc what im doing is kinda ridiculous #but my memory is so bad that ill probably forget if i dont write it out. but basically 4 days a week i have to come in starting at 7.30 to #water and prep for measurements. then from 9am to 6.15pm i have to nonstop take the measurements. and theyre timed so that means #i get abt 4 min to do anything before i have to take another measurement. which is abt enough time to start to focus and then have to stop #which is very fucking frustrating. and i have to manage data. coordinate for this fucking paper. and keep track of like 10 other things for #work stuff. which means that it takes me like and hour to send easy emails and they come out all fucked uo bc my brain is so shot #but on top of that i also have to fucking do the steps to get set up for my new school in the fall. and like ive officially accepted the #offer but havent talked to my new advisor since then so now theres this weird gap where im like. uh fuck do i ask for wtf im supposed to #do? bc ive been able to do things for like 2 or 3 weeks but then my life started collapsing in around me. and like there r probably #instructions somewhere but i cant fucking read lol. whatever. hes nice i just need to find the energy and words to email him and b like lol #srry everythings been insane. but bc ive waited so long i have to compulsively keep going back to check that ive been accepted like somehow #that would change while im not looking. ugh. and ive also fucked myself over housing wise bc theres a housing shortage in the city and huge #demand of housing on camus so theres a wait list for everything but i cant fucking apply bc i cant get my id to work. and fucking idk who #to call or email abt that. but idk i might have to have roomates for a semester. or my parents offered to give me some extra money for an #apartment until i can get one that doesnt put me in the red on a grad student budget. ugh. i dont wanna do either of those things #but christ do i not want roommates. ill figure something out. its just annoying and difficult from so far away #and it makes me kinda sad bc ppl r like: r u excited?! and im like. i cant really think abt that. partly bc im constanly putting out fires #in the present so theres not really space for it. partly bc i dont allow myself to b excited abt things so as not to get my hopes up. #but just after i accepted i was excited. and now it feels like im reaching my hand out toward a floating light just out of reach. like #its a nice idea but i wont believe until it happens. but that just bc ive become distorted about things #and i dont even get a weekend bc the 4 days of measurement r friday to Monday and i cant fucking relax on weekdays bc ppl r like hey can u #do this??? and there r things i can only do on weekdays so its like ok i guess ill just suffer forever thrn. and my boss texts me like: hey #did u do X? and am like: uuuuuh i fucking dont kno what day it is anymore. i dont understand y we have to meet. lets just not talk bc im #afraid ill say something worrying. so yea its pretty fucked up rn. but this stuff ends on the 24th #then ill probably not take a break and fucking finish the measurements for another project bc i just really need it to b done. i need it #all to b done so i can fucking wash my hands of this and fucking quit and move away at the start of july... or August if i decide i hate #myself that much. ugh. at least the lab has been pretty empty so no ones seen me crying lol #also thr fucking rutgers guy emailed me yesterday like: hey u want this position? and im like bitch u r like a month too late also im in #my cringe fail era. i would not survive at ur school. ugh everything is terrible. 2 or 3 more months then i csn leave this place forever #unrelated

[cparti-mkiki]

The way viserys loves alicent but is incapable of selflessness / the way alicent doesn't love viserys but is struggling through this godawful oppressive situation performing extremely emotionally costly selflessness on the daily

#the way he knows alicent coming to him was her father’s plot but now they're in there and like. years in so what are you going to do #the palpable distance between them. it doesn't seem like they talk a lot anymore. and yet the way they are close in this #sad resigned way. stuck more like #all in all: the disillusionment that can't be voiced!! #i mean except no disillusionment for alicent because there was never any illusionment lmao #it’s very interesting to see how it’s just domestic hell despite the fact that there are no feelings of animosity- #she was pushed into that relationship in a sort of emotional caretaker role and now it’s only getting 1) more marked #2) turned into physical caretaker too #when i say she doesn't love viserys i mean like. she worries about him and takes care of him with unparalleled attention (which #he acknowledges) and knows him so well but it seems like more of her (crushing to see) overexerted sense of empathy #than romantic #not even getting into the marital rape & dissociation #like yes viserys you might be in excruciating pain all the time but you could notice that your wife's soul is leaving her body and that #you are putting her through 1) a hellish in-the-moment experience 2) a hellish long term existence of “squeezing out heirs” in a prison #i’m not putting much emphasis on 2) because as an early modern court studies person i acknowledge there's realistically no out from that #but still fucking hell lads #hm. the dismal unrequited attempt at connection in the grabbing of her hand and the soft gesturing for eye contact. it’s #Trying to be loving but OW. AYCH. HELL. UF. NO!!! #obsessed with the man who’s falling apart literally and figuratively and the young woman who needs 2 go apeshit as soon as possible because #baby they're slowly killing you. babe your sense of Self. your Needs #your Life #it’s just so amazing to compare them from ch1 to ch4 cant wait to see this all get worse #and looking at the ep5 teaser it will!!! Yay!!!

[youjustwaitsunshine]

i want to bind my favorite fics into books so bad but i feel like i dont really have the resources to make them as beautiful as they deserve to be :(

#like i cant print on good paper #i dont have a ton of bookbinding supplies and the ones i have are at my uni working place #i dont have the money for nice leather and apart from that i SUCK at sharpening leather (obviously. because i am not a bookbinder #like id LOVE to do my favorite fics and like bind them in cloth and all but I HAVENT BOUND THAT MANY BOOKS #the one i did was nice and turned out good but still #eh i might do another one because i really do love having a fic physically in my hands

[merriclo]

reading legend angst fics rn and wow he just like me fr

#goes for wild fics too #if i ever go to therapy i might just tell my therapist to read my comfort fics and have them pick me apart from there #‘hi what brings u here?’ *hands over all of my vent fics and ao3 bookmarks*

[earlyspringtranscendence]

i wanna (mostly) finish a costume by the 21st which is entirely feasible with the exception of kickpads but i keep putting it off bc ive drafted patterns & even made the calico try outs (winning, being so responsible) but i hate copying and cutting patterns. i hate it so much. tracing a pattern onto a piece of fabric and then cutting it out is the devil oh my god OH my god. oh my god. 

#AND WHEN THE PATTERN HAS MORE THAN 2 - 3 PARTS . OH YOU MOTHERFUCKER. OHHH YOU MOTHERFUCKER. #i did this ~accidentally (as in i didnt think abt doing it this way it just happened) but i didnt actually use a pattern at all for my last #2 costumes for school #i mean one of them was a tube tom & a gathered skirt n the other was a circle skirt made of different strips of fabric & a pre-existing top #i mean i made alterations to the top and i didnt like Buy It for the costume it was part of a dress id previously used for another costume #and like cut apart and whatnot and had kept the top bc i liked the shape and thought i might use it for smth else #but anyway the only thing that required actually putting in any sort of effort in those costumes was the crinoline and thats. honestly not #that hard. or at least not the way i did it anyway. we're doing historical costumes this yr again im like #80% sure they wont enjoy it if i do a crinoline again this time but i do want to. #anyway. fuck cutting out pattersn i hate you cutting out patterns my god i hope its worth it #(plus tbh i dont want to waste this fabric and im not entirely sure if the shape of the jacket im making is gonna look good w this fabric) #(its a copy of another jacket i have which is a very springy knit so it falls rly nicely #i considered just cutting on the bias of this fabric but i dont know if it'd do enough & then u waste all that fabric) #(i cant decide if i should bias it or not. UGH) #plus i cant get More of this fabric if i run out bc its a curtain or some such from the 2nd hand store so . :(

[figtreeandvine]

I want to write a movie that is sort of the flip side of a Hallmark holiday movie. Not an anti-Hallmark movie, just like the other side of the same coin.

It starts with a well-dressed professional woman driving a convertible along a country road, autumn foliage in the background, terribly scenic. She turns onto a dirt road/long driveway, and stops next to a field of Christmas trees, all growing in neat, ordered rows, perfectly trimmed and pruned to form. She steps out of the car--no, she's not wearing high-heels, give her some sense!--and knocks on the door of a worn but nice-looking farmhouse. An older woman, late fifties maybe, answers the door, looking a bit puzzled. The younger woman asks if she can buy a Christmas tree now, today. The older woman says they don't do retail sales--and the younger woman breaks down crying.

Cut to the two women sitting at the kitchen table with cups of tea. The young woman (Michelle), no longer actively crying, explains that her mother loves Christmas more than anything, but is in the hospital with end-stage cancer. Her doctors don't think she'll live to see December, let alone Christmas. Nobody is selling Christmas trees in September, so could the older woman please make an exception, just this once? The older woman (Helen) regretfully explains that they have a contract to sell their trees that forbids outside sales. The younger woman nods, starts to stand up, but the older woman stops her with a hand and asks her what hospital her mother is in. After she answers the older woman says that "my Joe" will deliver a tree the next day. "Contract says I can't sell you a tree, but nothing says I can't give you one."

Next day "Joe" shows up at the hospital in flannel and jeans, with a smallish tree over her shoulder. Oh, whoops, that's Jo, Helen's daughter, short for Joanna, not Joe. Jo sets up the tree and even pulls out a box of lights and ornaments. Mother watches from hospital bed with a big smile as Jo and Michelle decorate the tree. Cue "end of movie" type sappiness as nurses and other patients gather in the doorway, smiling at the tree.

Cut to Michelle sitting in her dark apartment, clutching a mug of tea, staring out at the falling snow and the Christmas lights outside. Her apartment has no tree, no decorations, nothing. She starts at a knock on the door, goes to open it. Jo is standing there, again holding a tree over her shoulder.

Plot develops: the second tree is a gift, because Michelle might as well get it as the bank. The contract for the tree sales was an /option/ contract, which prevents them from selling to anyone else, but doesn't guarantee the sale. The corporation with the option isn't going to buy the trees, but Helen and Jo can't sell them anywhere else, and basically they get nothing. They'll lose the farm without the year's income. Michelle asks to see the contract and Jo promises to email it to her.

Next day at a very upscale law firm, Michelle asks at the end of a staff meeting if anyone in contract law still needs pro bono hours for the year. No one does, but a senior partner (Abe) takes her to his office and asks about it. She says the contract looks hinky to her ("Is that a legal term?" "Yes.") but contract law's not her thing. He raises an eyebrow and she grins and pulls a sheaf of paper out of her bag and hands it over. He reads it over, then looks up at her. "They signed this?"

More plot develops. Abe calls in underlings--interns, paralegals, whatever--and the contract is examined, dissected, and ultimately shredded (metaphorically). It's worse even than it looks--on January 1st Helen and Jo will have to repay the advanced they received at signing. The corporation has bought up a suspicious number of Christmas tree farms in previous years after foreclosure, etc.

Cut to Abe explaining all this to Helen and Jo while sitting with them and Michelle in a very swanky conference room. The firm is willing to take on the case pro bono, hopefully as a class's action suit for other farmers trapped by the contract--but there's no way it can go to court before January. Which will be too late to save the farm's income for the year. They might get enough in damages to tide them over, but….

After Michelle sees Helen and Jo out, she comes back and asks Abe if there's anything they can do immediately. Abe looks thoughtful for a long moment, then gets a really shark-like grin on his face. "Maybe…."

Cut to Helen wearing a bathrobe, coming into her kitchen in the morning. She looks out the window…and there's a food truck stopped in her driveway. She pulls a coat on over her robe and goes out--two more trucks have pulled up while she does this. Driver of the first truck asks her where they park. Another truck pulls up behind the others. Behind that is a black BMW--Abe rolls down the window and waves. Helen directs the trucks to the empty field/yard next to the house. Abe pulls up next to Helen's car and Jo's truck and parks. He and Michelle get out--Abe wearing a total power suit, Michelle in weekend casual.

The case will be easier if the corporation initially sues them for violating the (uninforcible!) contract, rather than them suing to corporation (damn if I know, but it's movie logic). So they're going to sell the trees now, and rounded up some food trucks and whatnot to draw people in.

Cue montage of Jo and Michelle running around helping people set up while Abe and Helen watch from the kitchen table. The table starts out covered in file folders…and slowly gains coffee cups and plates of cinnamon rolls. It becomes increasingly clear here that Abe and Helen are becoming as close as Jo and Michelle.

Everything gets set up and a very urban, very motley crowd appears--tats and studs and multiracial couples and LGBTQ parents and everything--and everyone is having a wonderful time eating funnel cake and choosing their tree so Jo and a bunch of rainbow-haired elves can cut it for them. At which point someone shows up from the corporation (maybe with a sheriff's deputy?) and starts yelling at Helen, who's running checkout. And suddenly Abe appears from the house and you realize why he's wearing that suit on a Saturday….

Cue confrontation and corporate flunky running off with their tail between their legs, blustering about suing. Cue Jo kissing Michelle. Cue Helen walking over and putting a hand on Abe's shoulder and smiling at her.

I want the lawyers to be the heroes because they are lawyers and know the law. I want a lesbian who lives in the country with her mother. I want urbanites to turn out as a community to help someone who isn't even part of their community. I want Michelle to keep working at her high-power job, loving Christmas and grieving her mother.

#hallmark #anti-hallmark #movie plot

[inmaki]

gojo showing off your back scratches to geto

( cont from this fic! req, visual ) .

contains: sex talk, desc of back scratches, crack, sugu is called daddy once (as a joke.. right..)

everything was relatively peaceful in suguru's apartment. key word: relatively.

a forgettable yet appreciated sunday afternoon, not a cloud in sight despite the weather forecast predicting downpours of rain. either way, the raven-haired man insouciantly rested across his white couch, reaching the conclusion that today would be a day for self-care, relaxing, and perhaps some meditation.

there was only one thing ruining his peace.

all morning, suguru has been forced to try and ignore the stain a certain someone has left on his couch — a pair of unecessarily expensive yet dirty shoes being the culprit.

despite these attempts, every once in a while his gaze can't help but wander over at the mark — as if it'd poof out of existence if he glared hard enough.

"fuckin' asshole.." he mutters. it was a wonder his relationship with his best friend managed to stay so promising despite all their differences, yet suguru wouldn't have it any other way, even after situations like this.

right when he grumpily turns back to the tv — which was playing some crappy, low budget rom-com — his apartment door is yanked open and suguru swears he nearly jumps out of his seat.

great, was this it? was he about to get robbed, perhaps evicted? and then probably die? forced into the afterlife knowing gojo's shoe-shit was still on his new couch? no that can't—

"i fucked her!"

suguru whips his head towards the apartment door, announcement being disregarded as he nearly groans in agony. speak of the devil.

big blue eyes peak out from under circular sunglasses, one hand already raised in preparation for a dap up while his stupid, big, dirty shoe pushes the door closed behind him. gojo wears a black compression shirt with grey sweats, marching over to his friend with a ginormous grin across his cheeks.

"take your shoes off, now," suguru snaps, nodding to his friend's feet with a frown.

"yeesh... whatever y'say, daddy," the bastard never loses his smile as his hands raise in surrender, kicking them off by the door smoothly. "what's got your panties in a twist?"

geto pinches his nose bridge. "don't call me that," as he continues the scolding, he points to the living room with his free hand. "you got a mystery stain on my couch, satoru. do you know how many youtube videos i watched trying to get this shit off?"

unphased, gojo takes a look at the strangely colored blob against the armrest's leather material and shrugs. "my bad. did you try febreeze?"

"what— no? dude, febreeze is for.." when suguru looks back up to sourly meet his gaze, he could immediately tell the white-haired man was already drifting back into la-la-land, words going in one ear and out the other. "..nevermind. why're you here?"

at the reminder, satoru seemingly brightens, head shooting back up as if he was just told he'd won the lottery.

"oh god, don't make that stupid face—" he pauses. "the fuck are you doing?" suguru might as well say goodbye to his self-care day, because now gojo was stripping in the middle of his living room, shirt thrown haphazardly onto the still-very-much-stained couch.

"just look!" suguru squints as his friend swivels around to face the wall, pushing his bangs away to get a better view of the— oh shit.

it takes the raven-haired man a second to process what he's seeing before shuffling forward, closely examining the achingly red, bulging scratch marks displayed sexily across the latter's back and shoulders. "no way.."

suguru knows the strongest sorcerer well enough to notice how he purposely didn't use reversed cursed technique on these scratches, just so it'd be obvious to anyone that caught a glimpse of what exactly occured. to his further dismay, he can already picture a smug and sweaty gojo walking around their local gym like this, proud simper on his pretty lips as he easily raises a pair of weights in his veiny hands.

a hiss escapes geto's mouth as he runs his finger down a particularly agitated one, knowing exactly how painful they could be after experiencing many hook-ups of his own. even so, satoru only licks his lips, neck craning to the side so he can pride himself in his friend's gobsmacked expression.

"damn, these are deep. you actually hit it?" suguru confirms, raising a celebratory hand.

turning back around, satoru daps him up, a massive smirk now on both their faces. "hell yeah, it was amazing."

it was impossible to predict what gojo would do next after barging through his front door — especially considering how many times he's done so — but this has to be the last thing suguru ever expected.

not that he was complaining — in fact, all of geto's temper and need for relaxation seemingly flew out the window, the feeling of proudness for his best friend overthrowing anything else.

and even if he hated to admit it, the way gojo was so eager to come over and announce his virginity loss to him was more than a little endearing, and dare he say cute.

"that's great, man. congrats." suguru leads him into the kitchen — still shamelessly shirtless — to grab them both a can of beer in celebration. while the white-haired man usually didn't get involved with any form of alcohol, this occasion was most definitely exception-worthy. "you made y/n cum too, right?"

an offended glare is shot his way. "duh, two times."

"huh. surprised you could last."

as suguru pours their drinks into two fragile cups, gojo exhales, not bothered in the slightest by his jab. "dude, same.." he admits dreamily. "she was so fuckin' tight and warm.. and oh— fuck, her moans? heavenly.. 'can't believe i didn't bust after the first minute.."

geto gulps, trying his best to ignore the mental image his brain was producing from his dirty words. you can't blame him — both of you were smoking hot, and he was a simple man.

even now, he could already imagine what you both looked like; panting and moaning, skin-slapping so loud that it echoed through the whole room, how blissed out you'd look as gojo's cock split you in t—

satoru's playful sigh cuts through the tensing air. "who knows sugs, maybe you'll have another kind of stain to worry about next time we're over~"

he's never snapped out of a daydream so quickly. "don't even joke about that."

over the next hour, the two men sat manspread on the stained couch, taking leisure sips while recalling satoru's final moments as a virgin — suguru giving out his secret tips and tricks along the way.

maybe sometime, suguru could offer some.. hands-on learning instead.

mlist! <- sugu.. how could u think abt ur bestie and his gf like that... tsk tsk tsk (if u enjoyed reblogs/comments r appreciated heheh)

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