YNAD

Mexican. Feminist. Artist wannabe. Multi-fandom and random shit.

[sonarspace]

★ frat!sukuna who’s actually a nerd. (based off of a tiktok comment i saw today.)

the two of you met in a course called “mechanics of materials”, the weird crossover class for designers and architects, and everyone assumes he’s just another frat kid taking it for credit. he hides behind crooked grins and loud jokes during the lectures, acting like he owns the place.

sukuna flunks his assessments on purpose, enough that the professor pulls you aside and asks you to tutor him. enough that you sigh and agree to stay after class. he shows up the first afternoon slouched deep in his seat, paper untouched between you, expression bored enough to be insulting. he barely looks at the formulas you’re carefully rewriting. but he looks at you. always at you.

what you don’t realize is that sukuna has already solved everything. pages of neat calculations sit hidden back in his room, answers memorized before you even pick up your pencil. he could walk you through tensile limits and failure criteria without missing a beat, but instead he lets you explain. lets you tap the page and talk yourself through the logic, pretending he’s barely keeping up. he asks you to repeat steps he already understands just to hear your voice brighten when the numbers click, hums like he’s confused so you’ll lean closer, shoulder brushing his as you point to the final line.

and then he whispers, “what if i pass the next one… will you go out with me?”

he does so, with ease.

sukuna pulls you into the hallway, lips pressing against yours, soft and demanding as he guides you toward his room without breaking the kiss. your hands brush, noses bump, and he smiles against your lips when you stumble, steadying you.

he sits back on his bed and pulls you onto his lap, gripping your hips as he guides your movements. he leans close, teeth grazing your shoulder trying to muffle the sounds threatening to slip.

he cleans you up after, quietly fetching a towel to wipe you down, smoothing your hair back from your face like it’s the most natural thing in the world. you excuse yourself to the bathroom, still trying to steady your breathing.

it’s only on your way back from the bathroom, that you notice his desk: a mess of bridge sketches and trusses, arrows marking tension and compression, margins filled with moment-of-inertia calculations in precise all-caps handwriting. 

you turn to him, eyebrow raised, mouth slightly agape. “are you… some kind of prodigy genius?”

sukuna freezes for a moment and then lets out this awkward, soft laugh, like he’s caught off guard by your question. his eyes flick down, and his cheeks flush even pinker than his hair. “uh… i don’t know… genius feels like a big word,” he says, scratching the back of his neck.

you look at him for a long second. the messy desk, the meticulous notes, the boy who pretended not to understand just to sit a little closer to you. and then you smile knowingly.

“you tricked me into going out with you,” you say softly, almost impressed.

his grin begins to spread, tentative at first, then curling into that familiar crooked smile, a little triumphant. he shrugs one shoulder, casual as if it’s no big deal, though his ears betray him, flushed pink.

“had to make sure you’d say yes,” he murmurs softly.

[wholesome-animal-images]

[saltywinteradult]

just look at these fluffy motherfuckers. i want ten of them

[finelytaylored]

writer & creator of queer as folk and the original showrunner & head writer of the revival of doctor who, reviews heated rivalry. (x)

[rylandsgrace]

#Joke asides, this is actually important

[bittersweetresilience]

one of my favorite things to do in limited perspective is write sentences about the things someone doesn't do. he doesn't open his eyes. he doesn't reach out. i LOVE sentences like that. if it's describing the narrator, it's a reflection of their desires, something they're holding themselves back from. there's a tension between urge and action. it makes you ask why they wanted or felt compelled to do that, and also why they ultimately didn't. and if it's describing someone else, it tells you about the narrator's expectations. how they perceive that other person or their relationship. what they thought the other person was going to do, or thought the other person should have done, but failed to. negative action sentences are everything.

[noreamea]

sakura haruno and two bums

while sasunaru and narusasu truthers are waging wars against each other, real eyes realise sakura is the true alpha of narutoverse

[mumble-muse]

the problem with the gay hockey show is that the acting is great, the lighting is great, the music and costuming are great, the care taken is incredible, but you can't recommend it to normal people without sounding like a pervert

[decladams]

lesbian heated rivalry wouldn’t be in hockey because there are already many out queer women in hockey due to the fact that hockey is viewed as a men’s sport. the whole reason hockey is captivating for mlm is because it is a toxically masculine sport and the idea of having out queer men in that sport is surprising (requiring them to stay closeted/have situationships/etc), whereas it is not nearly as surprising for queer women. therefore, lesbian heated rivalry would actually occur in a setting like ballet, gymnastics, or some other stereotypically feminine sport (that has toxic feminine standards) where queer women are not as visible. in this essay i will

[kshkonskpon]

Periodic Table of the Polycules, by u/aprilarcus on Reddit

[juniperhillpatient]

how am I supposed to be productive the first day back after a break when I’m freezing to death & also still in my food & wine coma 😔

[hqismm]

Self indulgent thoughts about ushijima’s large hands.

ft. ushijima x y/n ◞♡ cw ! slightly suggestive

͏͏boyfriend!ushijima whose large hands splay over your side when he wants to pass by, always finding your waist even when there’s enough space for him to slip through.

“Toshi, can you grab the tomato sauce from the cabinet?”

“Of course.”

You don’t even have time to prepare before his cold fingers slide across your stomach, thumbs brushing over your hip bones as he reaches past you. The pot in your hands wobbles, nearly tipping into the sink, as heat rushes to your face.

He tilts his head down at you, voice low, “You okay, baby?”

(You’re not.)

boyfriend!ushijima whose large fingers find your face when he doesn't have your full attention.

You’re scrolling through your TikTok feed when he calls your name. “Did you hear me?”

“Mhm,” you hum, still not looking up.

Moments , his hand is on your face, fingers spanning your cheek, thumb pressing lightly against your jaw. He turns your head toward him with a careful grip until your eyes meet his.

“Now you're listening,” he says simply. (hell yea I am)

You swallow hard, phone forgotten as you meet his olive eyed stare.

boyfriend!ushijima whose hands hook beneath your thighs when he picks you up like it’s effortless.

You sharply gasp in surprise when your feet suddenly leave the ground, his hands firm and steady on the backs of your thighs. He lifts you with no effort, your arms instinctively looping around his shoulders.

“Toshi! what are you doing?”

His gaze doesn’t waver, calm as ever. “Carrying you.”

Your breath stutters as his fingers flex against your skin, thumbs brushing dangerously close to the curve beneath you.

He draws his eyebrows together in confusion. “Is this uncomfortable?”

It’s not. (at least not in the way he's thinking)

boyfriend!ushijima whose hand closes around your wrist when you try to walk out after an argument.

Your voice is still sharp in the air when you turn toward the door, anger burning a hole though your chest. But before you can reach the handle, his fingers wrap firmly around your wrist, halting you mid-step.

His hand is so large it nearly swallows yours whole, grip unyielding but never hurtful. You tug once, twice, but he doesn’t let go.

"Toshi let go of me, I cant do this right now."

“Don’t leave.” His voice is steady, but there’s something raw beneath it. His thumb brushes once against your pulse, the faintest tremor in the gesture.

You don’t look back, not wanting to give in without a proper apology.

Still, you stop pulling. (And that’s enough for him.)

[catsnotdiscourse]

[taohun]

did you guys see the poem from a couple of days ago in poetry dot org’s daily poem it was so good and a treat to read 

[taohun]

been thinking about it since i read it 

[sokka-with-his-hair-down-2]

“the parallels between Zuko and Sokka-” hey HEY. I am grabbing you. The parallels between Katara and Azula. Both the younger, gifted bender. Each one being the inverse of the other: a living, breathing what if. Katara being horrified at what her bending can do when pushed to its limits vs Azula always trying to push hers further. Katara instinctively trusting everyone so easily, even though it burns her sometimes, and Azula saying trust is for fools, fear is the only reliable way but still losing everyone she cares about in the end. Katara yelling at her dad and being hugged in return vs Azula doing everything possible to please her father still being harshly reprimanded, so you know exactly why they both turned out the way that they did. Katara’s trauma being connected to losing a mother vs Azula’s being connected to having a mother. Katara ultimately being the one to take down Azula and standing over her, staring pitifully because that’s who she could have been, in another life. is this thing on

[mournfulroses]

Nikita Gill, from her book titled "Hekate: the Witch: Poems", published in 2025

[strokeofserenity]

[cirr0stratus]

and her

[belldandies]