AngstyMorow

I got a comment on a fic that is less than a year old and it was mostly an apology for being a comment on an "old fic" and how late they were in commenting.

Fandom is not trends.

Fandom is a cross between a library and having a slumber party with your friends.

TO EVERYONE ELSE:

A series of ten reblogs is about to follow, since you can only have one poll per reblog. Please answer all ten polls. If you don't see them all, check the notes (this shouldn't take me long so if it's more than like, fifteen minutes since I posted this one they should all be there.)

This is my first time sending in an ask like this, but I love your writing, so I couldn't pass up the opportunity for the Candy Hearts thing!

Could I request?:

Nanami & Satoru

Be Mine: "Oh that is IT! Come here!"

+

Smile: "I didn't know you were ticklish here!"

I hope that's ok! Have a good day :')

{Candy Heart Prompts are officially CLOSED!}

EHEHEHHEHEHE! Oh this is perfection! I've gotcha covered, friend! :D

Be Mine: "Oh that is IT! Come here!" + Smile: "I didn't know you were ticklish here."

Nanami felt his blood pressure rise. The veins in his neck pulsed with barely contained rage as he stared down the note in hand.

“Penis.” Complete with a little drawing of said appendage. The worst part was it was wearing his glasses and hairstyle. That son of a-

“SATORU!” Nanami slammed the door in, and Gojo let out a witches cackle as he took off running. Normally Nanami wouldn’t entertain such a chase, but this most recent offense was far too great to ignore. He took off after him like a rocket.

“Get over here right now- you’ve got a lot of freaking nerve-“ they leapt over furniture, dived around hallways and bursted out towards the training field. If any of the students were around to witness their antics, it wasn’t noticed. To them- it was just Satoru and Kento. Gojo and Nanami.

The devil and Michael, if you will.

“COME HERE!” Nanami roared as he tackled the other to the ground. Gojo probably could have avoided it if he wanted to. The fact of the matter pissed him off all over. “You’re about to get it, Satoru!”

“Oo, what am I getting? Did I win?” Gojo teased back, giggling as his arms got pushed down against the grass. “Is this my present? Be gentle with me.”

“You..gentle huh?” Nanami calmed down, a new tone in his words that had Gojo’s lips twitching. “Very well. I’ll be incredibly gentle.”

“Nanami?” Gojo asked, curious. Then he let out a shocked squeal when Nanami pressed a hand into his belly, scribbling along his abs. “Hahahaha! Nahahahhaanahahahami!”

“What? You told me to be gentle.” The blonde huffed, acting more ticked off then he actually felt. “I’m being very gentle- as you requested. Hmm..I didn’t know where ticklish here.”

“Ehehahhahahaha! Ihihim fuhuhull of suhuhurprihihuses! Ehahahhahaha- Ahahahhahaha!” Gojo kicked his feet as he laughed, arching beneath the feathery touch. “It tihihickles so bahahahhad! Ehahahahahahaha!”

“So it does.” Nanami smirked. “Though I’m sure it’s not nearly as bad as this…”

“EHEHEHEHEHEE!” Gojo shrieked when Nanami drilled his fingers into his lower ribs- right along that awful spot he’d had for years. His squirms increased tenfold, and he nearly popped a lung from how hard he was cackling. “NAHAHAHANAMIHIHI!”

“It’s a little late to beg, don’t you think?” The blonde huffed, relishing his friend’s genuine laughter. He suspected his stomach wasn’t actively that ticklish; not when his ribs had him laughing like this. “Apologize though and maybe I’ll consider.”

“Ehehhahahaha! Nehehehver! I wohohont apoholigize for my ahahhaha-aAhahshshahhah Kehehehehnto!” The other man squeaked and ducked down when Nanami ran his fingers along his neck. That seemed to do the trick. “Fihihine! Fihihine, fihihihine- FihihiIIhine! I’m shahahahahaery!”

“See, now was that difficult?” Nanami huffed as he pulled his hand away, keeping Gojo’s wrist still bound in case he tried anything. “I’ll be nice and let you off the hook for now, but next time I won’t be so thoughtful.”

“Hohohow nihihice of yohohou. Sohoho consihihiderate.” Gojo giggled out, cheeks a rosy pink and one of his eyes showing from his crooked blindfold. “Hehehehe…dihid you lihihike my nohohote?”

And just like that- Nanami was reevaluating his life choices. And Gojo’s mercy. He could last just a little longer getting tickled.

Might delete this later 💀✌️

reminder that being against ai also means being against character.ai and not using character.ai and not interacting with character.ai

i've never talked to chatgpt i've never talked to character.ai i have no interest in talking to a chatbot even if it's fun or based on my comfort character. if we want companies to stop using ai we need to tell them we aren't going to interact with it - so don't.

At 14, I told my guidance counselor that I didn't want kids. He chuckled, patted me on the back, and informed me that when I got a little older, and I was with a guy, I would change my mind.

At 16, my grandmother nearly had a heart attack because of her three granddaughters, myself and the youngest agreed we didn't want to uave babies. Ever.

At 17, my father asked about my life plan. I told him: graduate high school, get my college degree, do some traveling and writing, go for this particular job I wanted, retired around X age, take month-long vacations to places I wanted to spend time in, etc. He asked, "What about a husband? Children? Normal things a girl is supposed to think about?" My response- a husband if a man came along that could share an adventure with me, kids were a No Go. He assured me I would 'grow up' qnd change my mind.

At 19, I shocked my former babysitter who had known me since I was a toddler, when I confirmed the rumour she'd heard that I didn't want kids. She patted my mom's arm and reassured her in a sweet voice that, "Don't worry, girls say a lot of silly things before they meet the right fella, and wise up. She'll give you grand babies"

At 22, I was talking to a college professor who chuckled at my making a comment about how, "thank goodness I'm never going to have to worry about juggling child rearing eith marriage, work, and life", then she realized I was serious. She asked if I was alright, thinking I could-not (not didn't-want) kids. I told her the truth, could have but didn't want to. She was aghast, then told me that I'd change my mind when my husband wanted some kids.

Well, I'm over 30, still have absolutely no desire to give birth, adopt, raise, or have much of anything to do with children. I don't hate children, I don't think people who have them are crazy (more power to you, to create and/or care for another person), and I don't think it's impossible to have a life AND have children. I recognized at an early age that I don't have that biological imperative to procreate, I don't have the patience to deal with children (something that has shown very little improvement as I've gotten older, in fact it might be getting worse), and I don't feel my life is incomplete without creating another life- I am good with living my own and doing my best to enrich the lives of those I care about (I try my best to be a good friend, to be a good sister, good daughter, good pet-owner, and a good person in general).

So please, please stop telling girls (or really kids at all, but especially girls) that they will change their minds. Please don't tell them that meeting 'the right guy' will make them suddenly feel broody, that their potential future husband's desire to have children will make her reconsider and see things his way. For one, a couple should have had that conversation and decided if it was a deal breaker, LONG before they got hitched. For another, it's her body that gets to grow and birth another human being- her husband's desire to be a father doesn't supercede her autonomy.

Please, let girls make their own choices? Girls are forced to mature too fast as it is and are bombarded from all sides with SHOULD (you SHOULD be a size 2, you SHOULD wear this dress, you SHOULD have a boyfriend to be a normal teen, you SHOULD always smile), they don't need another judgement from someone who hasn't walked a mile in their particular shoes. Respect teenage girls and their ability to look at the world, themselves, their situation, and their future, and make an important choice.

*gets off soap box, slides it back under the sofa, lets out a sigh*

I was raised Mormon, so I was told that I wanted kids. Not I said I wanted them, I was told from the time I was eight that I wanted them. For a long time, I believed that I did want them.

Then my sister started having kids.

That was when I realized that, no, actually, I did not want them. I had been told for over twenty years of my life that I wanted kids. I saw my sister go through pregnancy and birth and realized that nope, I loved my niblings, but being a mom wasn't for me.