as I’m sure yk there’s been a lot of drama abt a lot of big creators, while it’s mostly been just bullying and should probably be ignored apparently ppl are saying ur a zionist
if so that’s rlly not good for obv reasons, but is that true?
i am not, nor have i ever been in any way in support of israel. and frankly i think that baselessly calling people zionists in an attempt to smear them is beyond disrespectful to the ongoing genocide happening in palestine. the tens of thousands of people who have died, and the countless numbers of people who have been displaced and are living in fear and famine and sickness are NOT your 'gotcha' pawn to use in online gossip drama. that's so fucking disgusting.
facilitating a place where these accusations are encouraged to be made is equally as disrespectful. if you feed into gossip blogs that are happy to throw around these terms baselessly i'd have a long hard look at yourself as a person and wonder if the online activism you're doing would be better suited for self improvement.
i'm all for criticism. keep saying i'm dry and unfunny and my fics are recycled ideas from other authors who do it better. but jjk tumblr is being slowly whittled down by basement dwellers with no regard for the sense of community we are supposed to have here. i have no interest in being a part of such a miserable place anymore. blog will stay up for those who want to read my existing works.
hey hey hey! im gonna be writing a hopefully ongoing kinda angsty series. only dilemma is... do I make it satosugu or gojo x reader. bc both work ig. any other ship recs can be considered.
HIYA i've been very busy but I'll be back during the summer TRUST. if i dont, personally come to my house and chain my hands to a laptop so i can quit jerkin it and lock in on making more gooner content.
um in the meantime, here's some go joe sketches for anyone who's missed me so dearly. pls don't hate me🥹.
best friend!satoru who eats you out for the first time as your second birthday gift. you’d joked about needing a second dessert after cake and he’d shrugged, carried you bridal style to the couch, pinned your thighs over his shoulders and said, “you want me to put frosting on it or nah?” you thought he was kidding. you learned he was not.
best friend!satoru who gets painfully hard when you wear his clothes, but doesn’t bother to hide it.
best friend!satoru who lets you borrow anything from his closet, and steals from yours constantly. “mutual property. yours is mine, mine is yours. if you see me decked out in your miniskirt, i don’t want to hear a word,” and he means it—full on struts past you one morning in your crop top, showing off his slutty waist like it’s his god-given right, looking back only to say: “you left it on the floor. you forfeited ownership.”
best friend!satoru who’s your lingerie consultant. even when you’re dating someone else, he always insists on helping you “rate” the pieces you wear for The Other Guy. “7.5. makes your tits look great, but you’re gonna waste that on him?” weeks later, you realize half those sets went missing.
best friend!satoru who feeds you fries off his plate. dips them in sauce and holds them up to your lips. always pretends to miss your mouth so he can press his greasy fingers against your bottom lip and go “oops, messy girl.” and chuckles when you lick or bite his fingers in retaliation.
best friend!satoru who lets you use his card when you’re sad. doesn’t ask what for, just sends you a selfie of him pouting with a “buy smth pretty so you don’t cry” caption. if you don’t spend at least $300, he gets personally offended.
best friend!satoru who showers with you “to save the environment,” but spends more time helping you exfoliate your back and rinse your conditioner out than actually washing himself. you turn around once and catch him palming himself lazily under the stream. “oh,” he says, blinking. “you can keep singing, don’t mind me.”
best friend!satoru who has zero boundaries when it comes to your body. he adjusts your straps, straightens your necklaces, zips you into dresses from behind with such painstaking care that should not be so casual.
best friend!satoru who hasn’t fucked you, but has definitely slept curled around you like a body pillow on many occasions. who dry humps you during cuddles—not even always consciously. sometimes it’s in the middle of a movie, arms wrapped around you, hips rocking languidly against your ass while you eat popcorn. other times he full-on moans in his sleep.
best friend!satoru who is that annoying best friend who accidentally walks in while you’re changing.
best friend!satoru who kisses your forehead chastely. who holds your hand walking through crowds. who likes to pull you into his chest and rest his chin on the top of your head
best friend!satoru who gets hard watching you cry over your ex. not out of cruelty—he hates seeing you hurt, truly—but you’re sobbing into his chest, voice wobbling through half-formed sentences, and it does something to him. part of him wants to cheer you up with takeout and movies. the other part wants to fuck you so good you forget that asshole’s name entirely.
best friend!satoru who keeps saying “it’s not sexual unless you cum” like that’s a rule in the friend handbook.
best friend!satoru who never asks you to be his, because he knows the second you say yes, he’s compromised. you’ll become the one thing he can’t afford to lose. he keeps you close, but not close enough that someone could make you a target. as the strongest, he’s spent his whole life being selfless for the sake of everyone else. but he’s just not sure he’d know how to be selfless with you.
"Malaysia, yeah. Kuantan is nice."
Pairing: Kento Nanami x reader
a/n: Warning- jjk season 2 spoilers!! otherwise, enjoy
For years, your husband had spoken to you about Malaysia in passing.
“Someday…” He’d groan about it, “Someday, I won’t need to go overtime… I’d come back to you at a reasonable hour.” As frustrated as he sounded, he’d never let you forget the visions of you both running off into the sunset of a foreign country.
Kuantan would be nice.
Perfect actually. Perfect for the soft breezes by the beach, your noses stuffed in the books you both excitedly bought on a date but never got to. For the picture-perfect intimacy you’d share in the home that you’d help him build. A still frame in the quiet world he always wished for.
But the world had never been fair. Not to him, at least. You watched your husband drift deeper into the chaos with each passing day- a life that constantly drained him of his efforts. The only part of his life that remained steady and forgiving was you. And he loved you for that, more than he allowed himself to show.
One day, he simply stopped going back to work. He folded his suits neatly, turned in his reports, and came home earlier than usual. He made no ceremony of it- just a quiet resignation from the world that had taken more than it ever gave.
He’d finally recognized that he deserved none of the violence and endless cruelty that the jujutsu society had to offer. All of which you begged for him to see since he’d gone back in the field.
He closed the door behind him and strolled into your view.
“I’ve closed it out.”
You glanced up from the sink. “Closed what exactly?”
The water ran for a second too long before you turned it off.
“…Kento.”
He met your eyes evenly, the corners of his mouth lifting into a soft smile. “It was time. We can start over now- Malaysia, if you’re still willing.”
For a moment, you were afraid to move. The once tender dream had finally drifted within reach, close enough to shatter if handled too hastily.
“You’re serious…”
He stepped behind you, his presence warm and unwavering, arms folded around your waist with a quiet certainty.
“I wouldn’t joke about something like this, love.” he murmured. “Not with you.”
A couple weeks later, Tokyo shrank beneath the plane window, its lights dissolving into scattered gold as you sat beside him on a flight bound for Kuala Lumpur.
The warm, salt threaded air greeted your skin after what felt to be an endless ride. Malaysia moved slower than Tokyo had ever allowed itself to.
Nanami had earlier picked out a secluded part of the Kuantan beaches- his chosen area provided the acres needed for the small family beach house he longed for.
The months in Kuantan passed quicker than you expected and yet you still find yourself asking… Has he ever been this happy before?
You both know the answer to that. His smiles became too genuine to question. The way he stands- his shoulders have never looked more at ease. Even in the way he holds you- it’s softer and even more thoughtful than you’re used to.
He started asking the questions you'd only ever hoped for him in another lifetime.
“You’ve thought about having kids, haven't you?”
“It’s crossed my mind…” You stared curiously into his eyes and ran your fingers across his soft linen shirt,“I just never thought we’d have the chance.”
“Mm, I thought so too at the time… but now…” He exhaled calmly. “I think I’ve done enough.”
He steadied himself over you, peppering weightless kisses across your face. “Would you let me take back the time I’ve lost?”
His feathery kisses make you grin from ear to ear, “And what would that entail Ken?”
“Kento...?"
The tide rolls in again, steady and unchanging...
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I can't- that's wrong. I can't Haibara.
I can't say that. It'll just become a curse upon him.
thinkin to give yall sum visuals for most if not all upcoming smut. best way i can think of to incorporate both my digital art and writing into my work.
TUMBLR'S RECENT UPDATE IS AWFUL AND WE SHOULD COMPLAIN LOUDER AGAINST IT.
Hey so, I thought maybe we should participate in a blackout day to protest against the new tumblr update.
Let's try March 19. So that people have time to see this and plan for it.
Do not log in or use tumblr for 24 on this day.
Reblog this and make a tag chain to maximise visbility—the more people aware of this awful update, the better.
Circle the date on your calendar, or set a reminder on your phone. As a bonus it will be a good break from social media. Spend the day doing things you like—start that book you've been waiting to read, go outside, watch a good movie... just do anything except open tumblr.
I think we should show tumblr that we are not happy with this update in every possible way we can.
File support tickets with feedback (SEE BELOW ON HOW TO SEND FEEDBACK), post about how this update makes you feel, reblog other's posts about this update, offer as detailed and honest feedback as possible to tumblr—WE DO NOT WANT THIS UPDATE!!
Remember that WE are the end consumers.
WE build their platform, WE fill it with posts, WE are the reason they generate revenue, WE are the reason this platform has power, and for these reasons WE should feel satisfied with the service they provide. ESPECIALLY if you pay for tumblr premium, you are entitled to make a complaint about the platform you are PAYING.
I used to like tumblr and I'd like to cling to it, but this update is just horrible. It makes me not want to continue posting at all. It is utterly demotovating as-is with my being mature labelled, but this update is just intolerable. I do not know how I will feel motivated to post at all in the future if this update is not rolled back.
I know I don't have much reach, especially with a label on, but I hope this reaches at least a few people.
Please participate if you care. Please reblog and tag people you know. Send every bit of feedback to tumblr that you possibly can.
I really don't want to see my once favorite site ruined beyond repair. I really want to continue enjoying this site. I have a community of people here which I have built over years, a community which I deeply love and appreciate and cherish interacting with. My blog thrives on being able to see feedback in reblogs on my post. The whole point of posting is that people see it and engage with it. This update is at best nonsensical and at worst, going to shred off many creators from the platform and rip apart any last bits of fun we have using it.
SEE BELOW for more information on the update & how to send a support ticket to give feedback.
HOW TO SEND FEEDBACK THROUGH SUPPORT TICKETS
Go to tumblr support
Select the category "feedback"
Write in formal, polite tone—try not to sound rude, but constructive and earnest about how dissatisfied you feel about the update and its effects
EXAMPLE: I am writing regarding tumblr's recent update. I am not happy with this feature and do not see myself enjoying the platform with this being implemented. Please rollback this update.
IMPORTANT LINKS
Comment your feedback on tumblr's twitter
Here is the original tumblr post stating the update change
This post by @thatlittleegyptologist explains the effects of the update
Dear tumblr please listen to our feedback and rollback this update.
Oh my fucking god, I hate tumblr so much. Please everyone, support smaller creators and write your complaint, because the new update will absolutely ruin the whole experience.
as satoru gojo's best friend, you agreed to take on the responsibility of helping him raise both the young megumi and tsumiki.
a/n: some old dadjo fluff I had in the drafts
꧁ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ ꧂
you and satoru had established an unspoken routine every saturday.
it was the only day neither of you were pulled away by missions, obligations, or the constant chaos that seemed to orbit your lives. you both figured, why not spend the day with the kids? it's like the both of you agreed to play family and neither of you had verbally acknowledged it.
he'd take megumi- or rather drag him out to the local family mart and gather snacks.
some familiar and (unofficial) family approved favorites. some are impulsive, chosen by most likely satoru and his desire for snacks that are "questionable enough to be interesting."
you stayed behind in the comfort of the apartment and claimed the calmer half of the saturday ritual, a girl's day with tsumiki.
the "girls day" entailing tying her hair in little pigtails, watching the lasted episode of your favorite drama, and the best part, the anticipation of bsf barging back in with his overload of junk food.
꧁ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ ꧂
the bathroom door sits wide open- tsumiki sitting on the counter, legs whimsically swinging, watching you in the mirror as you work carefully through her hair.
you're snug fit in your lounge shorts and your bsf's hoodie- gently gathering sections of her hair before moving on to the other.
the front door flew open and the next thing you heard were footsteps and plastic bag crinkles.
there goes the familiar hum, totally off key but unmistaken.
satoru paused by the doorway.
grocery bags tugged tight in both hands and his sunglasses resting on his head. he stared at the back view of you quite openly for a moment.
you always felt that stare. you're best friends with the man with the most piercing eyes you'd ever seen. it'd be weird to not feel it even you're not in clear view of him.
megumi slipped past him through the doorway without a comment and placed his fair share of plastic bags on the kitchen counter.
satoru blinks off the stare then claps his hands a single time, "okay announcement! i brought the snacks." like it was an irregular occurrence that he had snacks...
"come oooon~ be excited. the strawberry mochi aren't gonna eat themselves." he pouts.
you only turn ur head back for a second and continue your focus on the second pigtail. "yeah yeah gimme a second toru."
you hear an audible, offended gasp. "i'm about to walk over and fatten you up right where your standing."
"so dramatic am i right tsu. alright all done now- now go make sure megs isn't stealing your favorites."
she hops down and scurries off, dismissing gojo like he's only worth his sweets.
"how much d'you spend this time" you turn around to put the basket of hair ties away in a cabinet.
"mmm- not a number i should let you worry about."
"you're unbelievable"
there's just a short pause of silence, nothing too heavy. how could any silence be the awkward kind with the "bsf" you're supposedly raising kids with.
satoru likes to make co-parenting jokes and you're never sure how to feel about them.
"look at you go." he teased,"doin mom stuff."
"and you, such a man of the house aren't you, toru."
he places his hand on his chest with pride "oh i know. i provide, i protect, i do snack duty."
you chuckle lightly as he nudges your waist towards the living room.
꧁ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ 𒊹︎ ꧂
by now, the living room is littered with wrappers and empty chip bags. the tv's playing a random movie that started after megumi's favorite played its credits.
tsumiki's slumped by the arm of the couch that all four of you share and megumi's delicate head leans against your arm- leaving gojo and you smack in the middle.
barely awake, you gently play with megumi's hair like its habit. satoru notices, he always does. he's glancing over at your hand, almost like he's jealous it's not his head it's on.
getting back on the fic grind. IF I CAN GET OFF MY ASS. write write write write i tell myself as i continue scrolling through gojo edits and picking crumbs out of my tit crack.
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