#shorts.

[sailforvalinor]

I am very much a fan of Superman 2025’s explanation for the trunks, but My Adventures with Superman going with “my ma made me these and told me I had to wear them and I’M NOT TAKING THEM OFF” is equally beloved to me

[evil-tboys]

brb going to explode a miilliobs times

[rvexillology]

Found this flag flying near my neighbourhood. Photoing it wasn’t an option. Scoured google but only found ref to it in a pair of shorts.

from /r/vexillology Top comment: Flag of The Knights Templar

[saetoru]

guys please consider policeman gojo—he sits in a parking lot he knows you'll drive by when he's off duty/on break and just waits until your car drives past him. he recognizes it immediately—and then the sirens go off, and a cop car is tailing you, and you sigh and pull over as you think to yourself here we go again. it's the most annoyingly irritating white-haired man to EVER exist strolling up to your car, grinning at you as you say "can i help you officer?"

and he sighs dramatically and says, "i"m afraid i'm gonna have to charge you with theft," as you roll your eyes.

you just indulge him as you dryly ask, "and what did i steal?"

"well," he starts, just barely containing his giggles, "you've stolen my heart."

you look at him wholly unimpressed—but then the corners of your lips tug into a smile against your will before you shake your head and snort, muttering a quiet, "come here, you idiot," before letting him bend down and kiss you sweetly.

he grins and winks as he says, "next time i'll have'ta handcuff you, y'know," before he pecks your lips one more time and murmurs, "see you at home."

it'll happen again tomorrow. and the day after that. and the next day after that—but you just keep stealing his heart, and he just keeps letting you get away with it.

[saetoru]

non curse au with gojo except he’s a lil loser boy.

doesn’t know how to dress. doesn’t know how to do his hair. is scrawny and short and awkward and he’s your neighbor and you sit with him on the bus sometimes. sometimes he comes over for dinner with his mom. sometimes you go over and he helps you with math homework. every once in a while you guys have a movie night and slowly but surely he becomes a good friend. people at school don’t rly look twice at him but that’s okay bc he has you and that’s all he needs.

and then one day you blink and the scrawny kid becomes all lean muscle. the short little guy is somehow towering over you. the bad hair cut is now a longer, tousled mess but in a good way and he’s learned some basic fashion that doesn’t make him look like a fool. somewhere along the line he got a bit more flirtatious and teasing but deep down he’s still the same guy.

he over explains math and physics when you ask him because he’s still just a bit of a nerd at the end of the day. you both have cars now but he starts petty arguments with “let’s just rock paper scissors” over who drives no matter how many times you tell him it’s his turn. he still sends you trailers to movies like “we’re watching this over the weekend.” you still visit his mom because she’ll never stop loving you. girls definitely give him attention now and sometimes he likes to be an ass and be a little attention whore—but he’s still the same. your lil loser boy. he still embarrasses himself in front of you sometimes because you never stopped being pretty. never stopped being painfully sweet. never stopped making his palms sweat and his heart race. and you never changed either—still seek him out first no matter who’s around.

there’s no real confession. no real oh! moment. you’ve both always just kind of known that it’s love. because you grow up and he does too but he never changes and you don’t either. you and him are the only consistent things you both have—the world could change but you won’t. it’s love, always has been, always will be—that much probably won’t ever change either.

[saetoru]

sometimes it’s easy to miss satoru’s pure, unbridled excitement he has from anything affectionate you give him. sometimes it’s easy to be blinded by the smug comment or two—give him a kiss for no reason and he’s like “just can’t keep your hands off of me, huh?” or tell him you love him out of the blue and he’s like “aw, you’re obsessed, aren’t you?” or bring him something sweet on your way home and he’s all “always thinking of me, aren’t you? i am unforgettable.”

but he’s so, so excited, it’s almost palpable. almost tangible. you can almost feel it. you can practically touch it. you kiss him and he’s eyeing your lips hopefully for one more. give him one more. he wants one more so bad, he’ll even lean closer and tap his cheek to make the distance shorter for you, just so it’s easier. you tell him you love him and he’s teasing you that he definitely loves you most just so you can say no, i love you more than most. just because he wants to hear it again. he needs to hear it just one more time so he can make sure it’s true. you hand him kikufuku you got on the way home and he’s playfully demanding you hand feed him. he just likes the way your thumb is gentle as you wipe the cream from the corner of his lips. it’s tender, and a little more intimate than he cares to admit. more than he thought possible from something so seemingly normal.

it’s excitement, in a raw, endearing sort of way. he’s happy to be loved, so purely ecstatic you do it for no reason at all sometimes. sometimes it’s a kiss because he’s just so cute when he yawns. sometimes it’s a whisper of i love you, toru because it’s been silent for a bit and you wanted to fill it with something. sometimes it’s a slice of cake from his favorite bakery because he seems to be having a bad week. it’s never because he earned it. never because he had to work for it. never because he’s strong and capable and responsible and does what he’s expected to do. it’s just because he exists—because he’s there and you love him for being there and that’s all there is to it.

he always responds the only way he knows how—teasing you in that way only satoru can manage. but you love him unapologetically in that way only you can manage, and that’s why you know to give him more. to kiss him that extra time. to say i love you again so he can make sure. to touch him gently just so he can feel fragile for once. it makes him excited to be loved—it’s the best part about it.

[saetoru]

suguru is a hand holder when either of you are cumming

he's in between your legs, they're hooked over his shoulders and your body is shaking against him as you cum on his tongue—and he notices the way your hand is clenched around the sheets, so he gently loosens your grip and lets your fingers tangle with his instead, rubbing your hand with his thumb as you writhe and whine. he lets one hand pull his hair and the other crush his knuckles, likes the way you hurt him a little as his tongue flicks over your clit, likes the way he can feel how good he makes you feel from the way you grasp his hand

or you're between his legs, on your knees as you look up at him, and he's got those breathy little moans falling erratically from his lips, his hand tangling in his own hair because he doesn't know what to do with himself as he feels himself near his high. and then your hand is soothingly rubbing over his tense thigh, and he doesn't even think, just grabs your hand and squeezes it to ground himself as his falls apart and spills into your mouth with a strangles gasp. he doesn't let go until he's calmed down and caught his breath, until he can pull you up onto his lap for a kiss to your lips and taste himself on you

but both of you like best when he's got his forehead pressed to your shoulder as his body is on top of yours, those sweet praises falling from both of your lips as you tell him he just feels so good, and he murmurs how you take him so well—and you both know it, you both can feel it coming at the same time. your walls flutter around him at the same time as his cock twitches with ropes of cum, and you're cumming together, hands lacing together sweetly, tightly, because you need to feel each other in every way possible, need to know you're there by breaking every physical barrier and just tangling together as if your bodies are meant to connect