btw I know ppl on this site go on abt mutuals but if you are someone that shows up in my notes regularly who I don't follow, I do notice and I am fond of you and if you reblog something from me I do think "YES I have pleased the follower with good taste"
whenever i rewatch or reread harry potter my hands start itching and i kind of become that twitchy maniac writer with all these fanfic ideas in my head and suddenly tom riddle has a lot of potential and then sirius and remus start looking real good and then wait how is the word doc open and wait why are draco and hermione together its 3 am i need to sleep and wait-
in light of Trump's inauguration speech declaring multiple national emergencies that require him to take god-knows-what executive actions immediately, I'd like to remember this chapter of "On Tyranny" by Timothy Snyder:
the darkest period in indian democracy regardless of whatever religious bullshit they are doing right now in politics, was the emergency imposed by one of the former PM's. I dont know about USA but it is very likely to hand over all media to the central power.
For those who are wondering, she says in the TikTok as I'm in Canada and can still access the app:
"And remember kids, it was Trump who started all of this. And if he comes back on the 19 of January, saying that he is making sure that tiktok is not getting banned, coming from a German, this is exactly what a certain painter from 1933 did back then to get the sympathy of the masses.
"I beg you, I beg YOU, to not sympathize with him. This is all a plan, this is all, the only thing that they didn't consider was all of you marching over to Rednote. It TikTok stays because of Trump, this app will be run over by Republican propaganda. Fascist propaganda, the same as it happened back in 1933 in Germany. Our version was burning books, their version is deleting every information that is not serving their worldview.
what do you mean elon musk did a nazi salute on live tv at the united states presidential inauguration twice and is now erasing the evidence off the internet by replacing the footage with the crowd cheering instead?
would be a shame if people reblogged this, wouldnāt it?
It was all a fucking sham. Someone here called it: they'd be "down" a shortwhile, then Trump (the same Trump who started the whole idea to ban it in the first place) would "come in and save TT". Watch the only mass social media in the us not property of an American company get bought out anyways, and Trump to go in history not as a censor, but as a "saviour of tik tok"
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ranking types of hugs he'd be comfortable with another guy giving his gf! a gojo satoru fic/drabble
cw: gojo x reader, established relationship, fluff LOLLL, gojo being a pathetic loser for his gf, use of baby, babe, reader referred to as gf and wears makeup, gojo being jealous, crack, based off this (instagram link)
"Ranking types of hugs I'd be comfortable with another guy giving my girlfriend." Satoru squints at the scene, reading out the caption on the TikTok as he watches the guy on the screen, long ass spider legs laid out on the couch while waiting for you to get ready. Curiously, he clicks on the filter without fully watching the video and starts filming to generate the different types of hugs.
"A back hug." The curious smile on his face slowly fades away as a grimace takes place as he gains the thousand yard stare. "Nine. Okay, not at a good start so farā"
He groans, face scrunching in pain as he exhales out at what he sees on the screen: slow dance hug. Then, he imagines you, a man's hand on your waist and you smiling just like those stupid fucking drawings at someone who's not himā"Ten. Oh my fucking god."
Clutching the lower half of his face, he looks concentrated as he waits for the shuffler to give him some less painful option, groaning in pain once again, looking back at the scene, and then groaning again. "One armed hug," he strains out, blindly reaching for the lowest number he could rank it as.
The filter shuffles yet again, and he's almost in tears, groaning immediately on instinct but then doubling back at his screen. "Polite hug." He contemplates it. "Okay, a two, not so bad, not soā"
A pause. "A classic hug." He stares at the screen like it just betrayed him, until he decides it's not so bad. Reluctantly, he ranks it at three.
Then, he waits for the filter to give him another painful vision, and it delivers. "A slow catcher hugāoh my godddd." Satoru is shaking his head, eyes teary as he groans loudly at the though of you jumping up to another man, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him in for a hug. If someone was listening to him, it would seem like he was dying with the way he was covering his mouth, shaking his head, and exclaiming "what the fuck"'s as he stared at his phone screen in sheer shock.
Unfortunately for you, you were within earshot, blending in your blush and doing finishing touches as you heard Satoru's shrieks coming in from the living room. He seemed to be on the edge of tears, and worriedly, you set down your brush and rushed to where his sobs were coming from.
And there he was: in fetal position, phone on the floor as he shook his head as if in shock. "Baby," you hurried to him, grabbing his face so you could figure out what was making him so distressed.
He didn't seem to be injured as he meets your eyes, upset. "I can't do this bruh," he laments while turning to be on his back and rubbing his eyes. You just look at him confused.
"Do what?"
He turns, and pauses. Scans you in your champagne dress for the fancy place he was taking you and the way you did your makeup so sultry. It's just for him, but after the events of that Tiktokāthat's now stopped filmingāall he feels is petty jealousy because other guys can see you like this.
Out of nowhere, he declares, "I can fight."
You blink. "What?"
"I can fight," he repeats, nodding emphatically as if trying to convince himself. Then, after a beat: "Why do I have such a pretty girlfriend?" He groans again, throwing his arm over his eyes. "Baby, why do you look so good right now?"
While he does this, you inspect him for any signs of injuries or things that could've caused him this much distress. Finding none and used to his theatrics, you sigh and pat his cheek. "Iām going to finish getting ready," you say, deciding heās not in mortal peril after all.
As you return to your vanity, Satoru calls after you, still sulking. "Just so you know, I ranked the polite hug at two. Because I love you. And I can fight."
"Good to know, Satoru."
a/n lowk spiderman!gojo coded. i love writing fluff i would lowk want to write this for nanami i feel like he would slowly grow more and more jealous LMAOAO
omg one of my fav fanfic writers just followed me we are moots i dont think you guys understand how big this is for me, i dont wanna make em awkward so I wont mention them but you know who you are i love you <3.
gojo getting jealous about reader having a crush on spiderman is so funny to me. he's like a dog barking at its own reflection
cw: spiderman gojo content below cut, blurb is suggestive, for context reader and him are at a frat party on halloweekend and reader was jumped in an ally where spiderman saved her before this, might not make sense bc there's like 7k words before this but my yapper self couldn't keep this to myself, might be changed or not make the final cut, NOT EDITED
āSomething like that,ā you mumble, not wanting to give him the entire story. Twisting the cap off the bottle,Ā you take a sip, hoping heāll just leave you alone, but instead, he leans against the counter, looking entirely too comfortable.
āSo,ā he says, tilting his head, āI heard through the grapevine that you had a run-in with that Spider-Man guy this week.ā
That makes you pause mid-gulp of water, instead of coughing a bit as you try to swallow it down without basically drowning in Kirkland Signature Natural Spring Water. Youāve only told, like three people outside of Kento and Iori, so youāre confused why he knows this information, but you continue on regardless. The memory of Spider-Man swinging in to save you flashes through your mind, and you canāt help but smile softly to yourself. āIt was amazing. Heāsāheās incredible, honestly. The way he just swooped in and handled everything? So fast, so precise. Heās like a real-life superhero.ā
Youāre basically gushing to him, and you realize that a bit too late as you look at his face to gauge his reaction. Heās looking at you with a newfound interest, albeit a bit too conflicted to fully tease you about it when he says, āSounds like youāre smitten.ā
āMaybe I am,ā you admit, laughing. āI mean, who wouldnāt be? Heās brave, heās kind, and he doesnāt even stick around for the credit. Itās like heās this selfless, untouchable figure.ā You also kind of want to give him a sloppy toppy for saving you like that, but you spare Gojo the details.Ā
āUntouchable, huh?ā Gojo echoes, his tone turning a bit wry andā¦jealous? āSounds like someoneās got a crush.ā
You roll your eyes, but itās half-hearted, and you think Gojo can tell with the way youāre heating up and bashfully looking at the ground. āDonāt be ridiculous.ā
āIām just saying,ā he continues, leaning closer, āif thatās your type, you might want to raise your standards. Superheroes are overrated.ā
You raise an eyebrow. āAnd what, youāre not?ā
He grins, that infuriatingly charming grin that makes you want to simultaneously punch him and laugh. āIām better. Iām real.ā He then puts his hands on the counter behind you, caging you between them until your knees are lightly brushing, and suddenly his face is so close that small little breaths from his nose are fanning across your face. āI can prove that to you.ā
And you hate your body for being soā¦reactive and enthusiastic to his smooth-talking, face flushing. Despite that, you try to put on an air of nonchalance. āGod, youāre insufferable.ā
āReally?ā he teases. His hand leaves the marble counter to hover at your hip, his hand subconsciously tracing your curves an inch above your skin. The motion, firm but tentative as if heās waiting for you to give him the green light, makes you shiver as you subconsciously move your hips to finally have the skin-to-skin contact. And your skin sings in happiness as he draws circles into the area right below your skirt, even momentarily dipping just below, to which you realize that heās treading very close to your panties, since your skirtās really short.
"Yea," you basically sigh, hating yourself for how breathy your voice sounds.
It seems to have an effect on Gojo because his eyes darken as he murmurs, "Wastin' your time on that Spiderman guy."
Maybe it's the fact that it's late (you've been getting sub four hours of sleep this past week) or the lights in this humid frat bring a heady air, but all academic-rivalry-overshadowed-woman-in-stem history between you and Gojo disappears in your brain as you rake your eyes up and down his torso and then look at him through your lashes. "Who should I spend my time on instead?"
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