[jottositto]

𓂃 ོ☼𓂃 benny ⋆˙⟡ any prns *ੈ twenty-one,

avid reader, barely ever write.

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current fixations — fire lord zuko!! aerion targaryen (sorry), frat gojo, robert robertson iii, monkey d luffy, luke and anakin skywalker. and also frying my hair and tattoos.

[osaemu]

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[pileofmush]

luffy is for the sad, pathetic, touch-starved bitches. the ones who shiver at the mere brush of skin. who wince whenever their friends go in for hugs, unsure of where to put their arms. the ones who are so, so aware of their proximity to others. so careful not to brush fingers when walking side to side with a peer, or when handing a pencil to a friend, because they’re sure that one affectionate squeeze of the arm could leave their innards a puddle at their feet, creeping toward the nearest drain.

when you meet luffy, you think he’s one to be admired, not touched. you see the way he infects everyone around him with his reckless abandon. hanging off shoulders and dragging people to and fro. his crewmates are used to it. they scoff and wiggle under his weight for show: for there’s a sense of relief when monkey d. luffy has his eyes on you. you can tell in the automatic decompression of their shoulders, in the languid way they turn to him—saplings curving toward the sun. 

you see it, and you envy it. respect it. respect him. but that’s the extent of your thoughts on the matter.

you never considered that he would turn his sights on you. 

but he does. 

he picks you up like you’re something shiny, holds you up to the light and squints. and whatever he finds must be satisfying, because after that, he doesn’t put you down. 

it overwhelms you, at first. he tugs on your cheek at the sight of a frown, like you’re the one made of rubber, and your heart does a funny jig that’s actually not funny at all. he pokes you in the ribcage to grab your attention, and ignores you when you try to tell him that a verbal cue would work just as well. he grabs your hand, instinctively twining your fingers, and pulls you along when you stop in your tracks.

and you feel—you feel like a puddle. be careful your mind warns, or you’ll slip.

but luffy’s there to catch you when you fall.

and that’s what’s so terrible about him, you think. he’s the question and the answer. 

and he’s burrowed himself under your skin. 

how foolish of him to touch you so casually and expect you not to revel in it. not to crave his pokes and his prods more than you crave air. how foolish of him to drape himself over you like a weighted blankie and not expect you to desire him by your side, always, to keep the cold at bay. he’s a fool and you’re a pauper.

but, sometimes, you think he knows what he does to you. he has to. oh, how he’ll laugh when he catches you staring at his hands. bound over until he’s right in front of you, place a thumb under your chin and tilt until your gaze meets his. his eyes are dark, but so, so bright. you want to look away. you don’t. 

everything is so easy for him. it's unnerving. he plops his head in your lap one day with a carefree grin. you still—hold your breath like a child playing hide and seek. he cracks open an eye, like he can read your thoughts. or maybe he can just feel you tremble.

“what’s wrong?”

you rack your brain for an answer he could understand. “what do you want me to do?” you hedge. 

luffy furrows his brows. “whatever you want,” he says.

“no, i mean—where do you want me to touch?” 

he shrugs. “wherever you want.”

and you feel—you feel like you want to run your hands over every inch of his skin until you have a mental map of his body you could navigate through touch alone. you want to put him in your mouth. you want to inhale him like a drug, want him to burn the back of your throat 'til it stings. you want… him. 

you settle for caressing his jawline. tracing the slope of his nose. his eyes flutter shut, and you pause, but he grabs your hand and plants it firmly on his face. and it feels, it feels like you’re the question and he’s the answer. it feels like maybe, just maybe, you’re okay with becoming a puddle of a person, for him. 

[sashimiyas]

a modern au story about woolfwood healing his inner child. like buying him his first set of legos and building it together. he curses at the small writing, saying the marketing on the box for ages 4 and up is deceiving when his eyes can't read for shit. he still works through the night to finish building it though.

then you take him all the way up to the top of a hill. he spends most of his time complaining about his feet and bad back and he screams when you push him forward on his bike. it turns breathless as he coasts down in an unabashed wonder, jaw unhinged until the air expels a whoop from deep in his chest, cheerful joy once he reaches the bottom.

smiles taste like grape and smell like grass as the two of you take a break after a water balloon fight. he's obviously good at laser tag and that old body of his can fit on those small crevices and tumble away from your advancements.

he's an old man, he likes to remind you. but at the end of the day, he falls asleep in your arms like a precious, little babe.

[m7ku]

Do you think you could write your favorite csm characters reactions to you sharing your favorite song or band with them? It can be any song I guess like your favorite song or band. I’m curious about your music taste as well. I love your fan fictions too! 💜

Finally a request that I can write sweetly.. I’m always writing porn T_T thank you for this. It was so much fun!

Anyway, my top five songs right now (according to Spotify) are 1. Get There by Boa 2. Cherry by Lana Del Rey 3. Ningyo Hime by Rie Tanaka 4. Stop The Fucking Car by Circa Survive 5. Dissolved Girl by Massive Attack. Digital Bath by Deftones is what I’m playing on repeat right now as I write this though 🤍

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→ SHARING MUSIC + csm characters reactions to you sharing your favorite song/band with them. (Not all of them are having it though.)

CONTENT WARNINGS + gn reader, slight nsfw (just once, this is MOSTLY clean, not really any content warnings here. This is pretty soft.

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Aki listens to it, loves it too. Gets into the band, buys merch, tickets, and turns into a whole fan boy. You’ll come home to find him wearing a band tee and hoodie sometimes, begin to question if he only owns clothes that are centered around this band now. Did you give him an obsession? You completely shift his entire music taste. He only wants to listen to what you listen to and, eventually, reaches a point where he can’t even get through his work day without having a headphone in his ear, the playlist you made for him keeping him relaxed. His love language becomes music too.

Kishibe lets you show him your favorite song and, at first, can’t comprehend why young people listen to shit like this. “Let me show you real music.” He turns on some Nu-metal - old man music as you call it. “This is music that you can fuck to. That’s how you know it’s good.” The only man grumbles, taking a swig of his flask. “Fuck, why not?” He reaches to squeeze your thigh.

Kobeni usually only listens to bubbly pop music but she’s always open to trying something new. You show her a ballad song that you’ve loved since high school and watch her shoulders relax, feeling the melody. She can’t honestly say that there’s a specific genre that she likes exclusively but she’s such a sweetheart that, whatever you like, she likes. Ko goes out of her way to discover more bands in the genre and works to learn the words so that she can sing along with you when you’re on a road trip or just hanging out in her car.

Power is usually a mess, only listening to hip hop or rap music so that she can pretend that she knows the words. She absolutely doesn’t. “Try this instead.” You pass your headphones over to her so that she can get a little taste of culture. At first, she’s so hesitant. Power almost looks like a curious kitten learning what exactly a ball of yarn is. She’s hesitant at the new thing but, eventually, realizes that she fucking loves it. “Where have you humans been hiding this stuff?” She screeches, snatching your phone away from you and scrolling through your playlist as if she can listen to the hundreds of songs at lightning speed. Power dedicates herself to cultivating a better taste in music - although she still listens to rap when you’re not around. A creature of habit.

Angel doesn’t really understand music, if he’s being honest. He sits in silence pretty often but eventually he gets sick of you calling him boring. You don’t even get the chance to show him your favorite music. Angel takes your phone with a pout and connects your headphones, scrolls through your music app to find which song you listen to most often. He’s mostly trying to get you off his back. My most annoying friend, he thinks. Before he knows it though, the lyrics are actually getting to him. He’s starting to understand. Still, he’s so new at this. Rather than getting into a band or starting a playlist, Angel just listens to that one song over and over again - never really getting tired of it. He guesses that the song makes him feel closer to you too and any closeness is good for him.

Makima gets annoyed at you sometimes too. “You’re kind of a music snob, you know that?” Her airy voice doesn’t match her words. She even criticizes you with a smile. You can’t help but tease her though. You don’t know anyone that listens to classical music exclusively like her. It’s strange to you. You show her the pop song that’s currently on top of the charts and watch her for the full three minutes and fifty six seconds. “Well?” You ask when the song ends. She shakes her head at you, lips in a thin line. No dice. Makima gives you a song to listen to as well. Nothing you've ever heard of and it was composed by some old dead guy like four hundred years ago or something but, as you listen, her calculating eyes stay trained on you. Something about her gaze makes the song feel like it’s playing in your head - not in headphones. The song ends in like twelve minutes and by the time it ends, you’re in tears. How could something be so beautiful, you ask yourself in your head. “Because someone put all of their love - their soul - into that song.” And her smile is so telling. You feel like you just got brainwashed.

Denji likes whatever you like. Period. You wanna listen to pop? He listens to pop. You wanna listen to rock? He listens to rock. OST? He’s on it. At first you think that he’s just being kind of a lap dog and trying to please you but, soon you realize that Denji just likes you. He looks up to you and just wants to be like you. You start the car and begin scrolling through your playlist to pick something that's going to get you through the afternoon traffic. “What are we listenin’ to?” He leans his weight on your shoulder and waits for you to pick something for the two of you.

Quanxi usually ignores your fangirling, not interested at all in the overrated boy band of the month that’s got the whole country mesmerized. Frankly, she’s annoyed that she can’t go anywhere without hearing the overly-repetitive title track on their stupid new album. Of course, it’s irritating that she can’t even hang around you without hearing it. Still, she doesn’t want to just snap at you and tell you to turn it off. “Give this a listen.” Quanxi hands you her ancient ass mp3 player and puts the headphones on your head. She doesn’t watch you or necessarily wait for you to confirm whether or not you’re going to like it. She’s got good taste in music, okay? You’re gonna like it and then, finally, she won't have to hear that annoying ass pop song anymore. “Should’ve done this weeks ago.” She mumbles, as you nod your head to the baseline of her favorite song.

[jottositto]

this first season of trigun basically just being a prologue/set-up to the actual thing is just 🤯🤯

[jottositto]

i was unable to secure hozier tickets k*ll me now.

[jottositto]

I love ur new theme ♡ ₊˚.༄

tysm <<3 tbh when u followed me i squealed bcz i love ur writing sm

[lightningstrikes-art]

[jottositto]

i have secured the package.

[cresents]

Nijiro Murakami in Alice In Borderland (2020)

[wadey-wilson]

me: i wanna write

someone: then… write?

me:

[red-hood]

[jottositto]

all this niragi x chishiya and no kuzuryu x chishiya? the horror!

[usernocea-deactivated20240110]

Mark Hamill as Luke Skywalker STAR WARS: EPISODE V - THE EMPIRE STRIKES BACK

[jottositto]

tyler galpin is so pookie.

[susiephone]

genuine tip for any tumblr newcomers: block literally whoever you want for any reason. even if you've never talked to them. they don't even need to be "problematic" or whatever. that person posting the worst takes imaginable in your favorite show's tag? block em. that person who runs a blog dedicated to a ship that makes you want to gouge your eyes out? block em. that person you've never interacted with directly but they left a comment on a post you saw and they just seem like a dick? block em.

the block button: it's free, it's easy, it's the key to a peaceful tumblrina life