ii REMiNDERS: jujutsu kaisen centric — not spoiler free. mostly only sfw blog but i do say a lot of heavily suggestive things. i post what i like, i reblog what i like. somewhat a writer..?
masterlist for palestine, sudan, and congo. demand a ceasefire in gaza now. what's happening in palestine. what's happening in sudan. what's happening in congo.
the best thing about tumblr is that you can watch a show and then you come here and someone has made a gifset of it and you can put it on your blog like a sticker in a journal
"i won't deny i've got in my mind now // all the things i would do // so i try to talk refined for fear that you find out // how i'm imaginin' you" ━━━ talk <hozier>
Got reminded again of my old coworker who was a massive misogynist but also trans inclusive. Told me he believed trans women are indeed women because "only women would be stupid enough to want to be women"
He also aggressively corrected himself whenever he accidentally misgendered a trans guy we knew because "there's already more women than men in the world, the more numbers we steal from them, the better." Did that even when the trans guy wasn't around.
I need to point out that he was completely serious btw. This man had no sense of humor on purpose.
He was a cook at the restaurant/bar I was a bartender at, and almost punched a costumer once because he overheard him talking about how women belong in the kitchen. Told me he thought women should stay out of kitchens, that cooking is a man's job and when I asked him what he thinks women should be doing, he went quiet for a moment, then proceeded to explain to me the following
"I trust a bitch to run a kitchen as much as she can run a country, they should do shit like plumbing. Or electricity. Something you can just learn to do and don't need to lead, you know?"
Apparently women are good at "fixing shit". He claimed that he doesn't trust male plumbers or electricians except if they're gay because "something most be wrong with you if you want to go fix other people's houses, that's that maternal instinct"
Frankly, I do always find it incredibly funny, how sometimes people arrive at very based opinions through very off-base means. This is one such example. "Yes, trans women are valid, because who would want to be a woman? Women suck, man! Also, yes, trans men are valid, because otherwise we would be even more in the minority. Man, I hate women!" lol
It should be sad, but somehow it is funny. Though I also knew someone once, who basically was so misogynic, that he was totally accepting of gay men, and was like: "Man, why wasn't I born gay? Why does my cock want to fuck women? I hate women so much."
Though in the end, the tl;dr still is: Cis men do have issues.
My guy was supportive of gay men because "they take themselves out of the market" and claimed they were "smarter than all of us because they don't have to deal with bitches"
He also supported lesbians due to how "there is obviously something wrong with them so it's better they dont bother a man with themselves"
cw: pure fluff + megumi being a sweetheart for once
wc: 657
you rolled back and forth in bed, unable to get comfortable and on top of that, megumi wouldn’t quit snoring. he was just like his dad. he snored so damn loud for no reason. acting like he’s got a 9 to 5 job and 3 kids! how dramatic.
“ugh.. megs, shut up,” you grumbled, rolling over to face him. he was knocked OUT. full on drooling, arm over here—arm over there, leg thrown over a pillow. it was kind of cute but didn’t change the fact he was still snoring like a 45 year old man.
you sigh, shifting closer to him in the bed and placing your hand on his chest, rubbing it gently to see if that’ll get him to wake up. spoiler alert—it didn’t. he’s knocked out cold. you let out another sigh and sat up in bed, rubbing your eyes that were filled with crust and eye boogers.. eugh. your hair was a mess, bags under your eyes, shirt was hanging off your shoulder, and one of your socks was missing. great. just great.
you leaned back down towards megumi’s face, placing your hand on his cheek this time and rubbing it, seeing if he’ll wake up. spoiler alert—again—he didn’t wake up. you tried to be nice and patient since he has been doing missions all week and was probably exhausted, but so were you! and he’s over here snoring like there isn’t other people trying to sleep!
“megumi fushiguro,” you spoke up, a little more louder to see if he’ll hear. he didn’t, once again. his snores were probably blocking out your voice.
“megumi!” you snapped, finally raising your voice. he woke up this time! his eyes immediately snapped open and he jumped up like he just had the worst nightmare of his life—breath heaving, chest rising up and down, eyes wide like he just saw the most traumatic thing of his life. well, he was about to. he had an exhausted, angry girlfriend in his bed right now.
“god.. you scared me,” he mumbled, letting out a deep sigh and falling on his back against the soft mattress, tired eyes looking up at you. “what?”
“don’t what me. you’ve been snoring like a grown ass man and i’m trying to sleep some sleep too.” you weren’t playing around either. the bags under your eyes were enough to talk.
he let out an exhausted sigh and closed his eyes, one of his arms coming up to cover his eyes. “i’m tired, okay? i didn’t mean to snore. you don’t gotta yell like that, geez..”
“i’m tired too, megumi!” you grumbled frustratingly, your hand coming up to take his arm away from his face, wanting to look him in the eyes. “just.. please keep it down. i need some sleep too.”
megumi let out a sigh as he saw your expression, seeing how exhausted and frustrated you were—not to mention how you were on your cycle too. he didn’t like seeing his girlfriend sad, frustrated, tired, none of it.
“i’m sorry,” he mumbled, his arms lazily wrapping around your hips to try and lay you down with him, his eyes shutting back closed.
you sighed but couldn’t help the smile that creeped up on your lips, leaning down and laying next to him, letting his arms wrap around you to pull you into a warm embrace. “it’s okay, megs.”
he smiled but hid his face in your neck, his warm breath hitting your skin as his grip on your waist tightened, wanting to keep you as close as possible. “i won’t snore anymore. if i do.. smack me until i wake up.”
you let out a small chuckle at that but nodded in agreement, moving his spiky black hair away from his forehead and pressing a soft kiss there, your arm falling to wrap around him, completely cuddling each other.
the silent type but he’ll walk behind you and slowly snake his hands around your waist, pulling you flush up against him; his hair will tickle when he kisses your neck, plush lips already ready to suck a hickey if not for the light playful push you gave him, but he’s holding direct eye contact with the guy who’s been eyeing you up and down like a piece of meat, he’ll make sure he knows you’re his to devour tonight
hajime iwaizumi, akaashi keiji, kageyama tobio and your favourites
hii!!! can you do “their attitude immediately uplifts when you’re around” with megumi please?? congrats on 500!!
✧˖° - saved this one from the 500 event even if it’s been a few months, fic quality is crap lately because of lack of motivation .. sorry in advance (◞‸◟)
gritting his teeth, megumi doesn’t even spare his mentor a glance once he hears a teasing, “what’s with the attitude, ‘gumi?” from behind him. instead, he stuffs his hands in the pockets of his uniform, warm from the fact that he keeps fidgeting with his hands in and out of his pockets. he’ll take them out, mess with his fingers, shove them back in, and the cycle ensues.
“don’t call me that.”
“fushiguro’s just mad his partner hasn’t texted him in the last hour,” nobara yawns before lolling her head to the sky, savoring the view of dusk. her lip quivers as she holds in a laugh, struggling to pretend she doesn’t feel the way megumi turns around only to pointedly glare at her.
“ah, so that’s what it is?” he jolts at the hand on his shoulder with gojo’s ever growing coos. a brash hand ruffles his hair and he shrugs it off harshly, maneuvering out of the way so that he was safe from the assault; the edge of the sidewalk his sanctuary.
“she’s at the school, though?” yuuji replies guilelessly. . . even though the only response he gets is a sharp flick to the side of his head.
“i know that, stupid — we’ve just been on this mission for days,” megumi says, facing forward as yuuji rubs the spot of his head with a soft pout.
“ah, young love,” gojo sighs. “can’t even live without each other.”
“shut up.”
nobara huffs, “you know, you were the one scolding them for going on that mission a month ago?” she stretches and puts a hand on her hip as a blur of pink hair nods in agreement.
megumi doesn’t say anything to that. maybe because everything’s just pissing him off — his friends, gojo, the sun that-no-matter-how-much-he-thinks-of-how-beautiful-you’d-think-it’d-look-is still so blinding that he has the urge to take his hands out of his pockets once more. sweat forms on his furrowed brow as he closes his eyes to drown out the soft teasing and mindless chatter carried by those two idiots. oh, sorry — scratch that, three idiots.
but when his eyes scrunch shut, all he can think of is you. your face, burned into the haven on his eyes, is the only thing that appears, except for the other obscure, floating shapes that drift around the darkness. but behind all those weird. . . blobs, he can make out your eyes; crinkled at the corners with your smile. your stupid, stupid smile.
megumi opens his eyes again. he can’t even escape you with his eyes closed. fingers fiddling with the loose seams in his pocket, he ignores the way his palms get sweaty even when he tries to pretend he doesn’t care.
“. . . and i heard the food here’s okay.”
reverie soon broken by yuuji’s voice growing back to normal volume, megumi’s eyes finally flicker in their direction. nobara making a face at the reviews of the place he’s talking about online, itadori walking backwards while he faces gojo; the slick bastard, who already knows how megumi’s looking at him, turning his head ever so slightly.
even if he has a blindfold, megumi clenches his jaw at the fact that he can tell he’s looking at him.
so he sighs in exasperation before throwing another glare at them.
“you guys realize we have about four hours to get home, right? and we’re not even on the shinkansen yet,” he can practically hear his classmates roll their eyes. “it’s already getting dark out and—“
he’s cut off by a raised hand and gojo shaking his head fondly. “alright alright,” putting his hand back in his pocket, his head tips up towards the sky. “since loverboy wants to go home, we’ll just go ahead and get some tickets for the train already.”
gojo chuckles at the whines nobara and yuuji emit in unison.
“yeah, yeah. i’ll take you guys out another time — preferably when megumi’s not feeling so grumpy,” a hand comes up to ruffle megumi’s hair and he does everything in his power not to swat it away.
once they’re on the bullet train, the ride’s pretty silent; save for the irritant, loud coughs of the man across from them and the quiet bickering between dumb and dumber in the seats in front of them.
jade eyes occasionally darting next to him, they narrow at the sight of his teacher — a placid smile on his lips, never faltering the whole way back from their mission.
“you excited?” he asks, catching the boy off guard.
“for what?”
“to see them.”
megumi presses his lips together. “it’s not like we’re dating or anything.”
he’s met with a soft laugh as gojo slumps back in his seat, spreading his legs and interlacing his fingers, cracking them with the extension he brings forward before he shakes his head.
“you might as well be,” he shrugs.
megumi squints. “what does that mean?” with a small cock of his head, gojo’s laughing grows louder until his student’s looking around in all directions and shushing him.
but, being satoru gojo, megumi has no choice but to sit there and slink into his seat, hiding his face from the turning heads in nearby seats.
“it means,” the white haired man swallows as he extends his blindfold to act like he’s wiping a tear from his eye. a breathy chuckle and he finally turns back to megumi, “it means that it’s so obvious—! i don’t know how you don’t see it.”
“there’s no way,” crossing his arms, megumi looks away from the man.
“way,” said man grins. “you guys are so into each other.”
“shut up.”
“do i hear two people sitting in a tree?”
“you’re so irritating,” he massages his temples — although, nothing can ever properly drown out gojo’s teasing. he sighs, wondering how principal yaga does it. so instead, he closes his eyes with a wrinkled brow and leans back in the cheap seat, hoping to somehow fall asleep on the way there.
the last thing he hears is gojo’s giggles and what he swears is the sound of a camera shutter. he’s so gonna tell tsumiki about this, maybe she’ll knock some sense into him.
when he opens his eyes (or more so, they’re opened for him, as the first thing he sees when he wakes up is yuuji poking at his face for him to wake up), he rolls his neck around with a satisfying crack while the speaker system calls out how they’ve reached tokyo.
his bones feel achy when he steps off the train, the dull pain gnawing at the balls of his feet from all the walking and running they had to do today. it wasn’t a high level grade curse, maybe a three and a half or so.
megumi huffs when he looks at the maps on his phone. turns out he had to endure at least twenty minutes of walking once more before they got back to the school. the dawning sunrise paints over his vision as his eyes squint to see in front of him, ignoring the way nobara pokes his back to try and get a reaction out of him.
he can only pray he can see you sooner.
five minutes can feel like an hour, he thinks — and those twenty minutes seem to stretch on for eternity, even as megumi passes through the veil that shields jujutsu tech from the rest of the world.
footsteps like lead, he rolls his neck around to try and relieve the pressure that seems to have built up. his hand comes up to massage at the muscles but to no avail, his headaches only growing with every step. they only come to a halt when he sees a familiar head of hair, streaks of orange from the sky seeping into them; and there you are.
you’re talking with maki-san, waving your hand as you ramble about something. he makes a small noise when he stops, maybe because there’s also a firm hand slapping itself on his shoulder with fingers digging into his back.
his head whips around only to find kugisaki staring at him, her nails digging into his arm by the minute.
“oi, if you hurt them,” she furrows her brows. “i’ll kill you.”
he stares at her blankly, blinking once or twice. “okay,” he says.
“and then castrate your dead body!”
bewildered, megumi’s lips part a bit at a loss for words. unnecessary, he thinks.
“and then—“
“ah kugisaki,” gojo hooks his hand around the collar of her uniform to drag her away, despite the angry amount of mumbled curses spewed in feeble retaliation.
“megumi?”
he almost freezes at the soft call of his name, head turning towards the source before he sees you. you and your stupid smile.
(okay, not stupid, he decides. it’s pretty nice once he thinks about it. . . maybe because it’s all he thinks about. whatever.)
he mutters your name, his hands back in his pockets as he makes his way towards you. you throw a grin at maki, whom only rolls her eyes before slipping past the corner towards another section of the school.
his eyes occasionally dart from the stone path back up to you, and that’s how it goes. back and forth, back and forth. . . until you chuckle at his behavior and wave a hand over for him to come walk with you.
“how’s your leg?” he asks, trying not to look at the way the sun grazes over you too long.
you glance down at it and shrug with a small hum. “it’s been better.”
“i think that’s a given.”
“c’mon, it’s been three days since i’ve last seen you and you’re already getting smart with me?”
he huffs. “sorry, then.”
patting him on the back, you laugh heartily as you shake your head. “i’m just joking,” you say. “you were right that day, you know. i should’ve just listened to you.”
megumi’s brows lift, his lips parting with a soft, “ah.”
your head tilts up to spot the entrance doors, right where it leads to the dorms. you stop in front of the building, the tiny kanji on the directory reading, “boy’s dormitories,” being the boy’s wing and all.
“well,” he dismisses, “no point in beating yourself up about it now, right?”
you grin. “right.”
a lump forms in his throat, one he can’t get out — so instead of responding with a polite quirk of his lips or a hum, he turns his head to the wall with a soft ‘tch’.
“we haven’t seen each other for a while, though,” you begin, pushing off from the pillar with your shoulder before crossing your arms. “i’ve got the new weezer cd.”
he cocks a brow.
you chuckle, “do you wanna come by my dorm later to listen to it? you know how much i love your critiques.” your fingers form small all air quotes at the end of your sentence, to which he scoffs — he doesn’t notice the way your eyes look at him when he turns away.
he looks at the stairs, then back up at you with a small hum; which is megumi for “yes”.
“i’ll see you later, then,” you beam, hopping down the stairs as you throw him one last, small wave.
he lifts his hand with a meager one of his own, before watching you walk away, your head turning the corner first in hopes that maki or panda are still loitering around somewhere.
in the distance, he fails to see yuuji, maki and inumaki watching him from afar.
“fushiguro’s always like that with them, huh?”
“salmon,” inumaki nods, his words muffled behind his uniform.
maki grumbles, pushing the bridge of her glasses up. “that idiot,” is all she says before she starts walking away. yuuji cocks his head a bit before watching as the two walk away.
megumi doesn’t care as he closes the door behind him and walks down the hallway until he finds the familiar door of his room. he can’t help but let his lips settle into a small smile. you were the one thing his day got right.
so he’ll sit on his bed, thumbing at the worn threads of the nearby plush you got him at one of the more recent festivals you went to. he’ll look it in its eyes, dark and glossy buttons woven in, before he flops onto his back and starfishes on the bed.
he scoffs, “stupid,” before putting an arm over his face.
