So for years black girls have had to read fanfics where y/n was automatically described as being paled skinned with long flowing hair and blue eyes. We couldn’t relate to it exactly, it excluded us, it ignored us. But we read it cause it was all that was out there. Now when we start writing fanfics for other black girls to feel included and represented, now you all are saying that you ‘‘can’t relate to it” therefore don’t support black writers when we were supporting your work all those years even though you were acting like we don’t exist within these fandoms. 

That’s why my blog is for the culture ALWAYS

It’s incredibly frustrating because I’ll be reading about the characters turning shades of pink and I’m like. I don’t turn pink. Black people don’t blush. If this is suppose to be reader insert why the hell is it saying that? I don’t have blue eyes or flowing hair? The actual heck.

Bruh don’t get me started, we’ve come a long way but why are ppl complaining when we got something to ourselves? Jeez. You have trillions of stuff, let us have our own.

Ways to describe a gender neutral, ethnicity-neutral character:

I’m repeating that last line one more time:

“If you can’t, then maybe you’re not as good a writer as you think you are.”

Let it sink in

maybe i was born to read fanfic and obsess over fictional men idk

not to sound "woke" or anything (bc no one knows how to use that term properly) but it's tiring how exclusive fanfics are for black ppl. like when im reading a fic n the writer says something like "you blushed" or "she ran her fingers through your hair" even though it's a minuscule part of the story in the grand scheme of things, to me it is just a small reminder that im not accepted into these spaces or that my features aren't desirable enough to be described. it might be "just a fanfic" to u but all these little reminders build up over n over again n honestly it can js take the joy out of reading fics sometimes ngl.

he's so silly

When tumblr refreshes itself and the fic I was reading fucking disappears forever 💔

I’ve been searching for a smau I was reading for three days 😔

Nerd!Gojo who’d spotted you from across the lecture hall at the introductory seminar for his psych course. Glasses – they looked like those blue light ones – perched on the bridge of your nose, undivided attention on…your phone. Not like he’d blame you for it in the slightest, the beginning was just basic introductions to the professor and to the course. Not that he’d ever judge you, he doesn’t know you.

Yet, at least.

Nerd!Gojo who assumes that you’d sit in that same spot the next class and seats himself in the row behind. Not to talk to you or anything but to make it a likelihood if you’d decided to do it first. Better behind you than half a class away. He thanks the gods under his breath as you find your seat right where he’d expected. Tough luck for the person who’d claimed this seat first day, this would be his for the rest of the semester.

Nerd!Gojo who kind of has to brand himself as a bit of a liar. Who cares little for etiquette in the next class and seats himself in the seat right next to where you’re usually sat, kind of sort of counting the minutes till you pop into class with your cute little glasses for reading and your pretty outfits. You’re obviously quite confused by the new face in the adjacent seat, a face you’d sworn you’d seen occupying the seat behind you last class but you think nothing of it and flash him a quick smile. A mere 2 minutes to class starting didn't leave much time for chatting with the new (sort of) familiar face. Class ends soon enough, and with the next one being half way across campus with 20 minutes to get there according to your watch, packing quickly is imperative.

Nerd!Gojo kind of wants to slap himself upside the head because even an entirely unneeded request of sharing your textbook would’ve opened up a damn line of communication with you. But no, he’d sat there, attention half on some lecture on the foundations of psych, half on the too pretty you sat next to him. Honey and sunshine, the slightest tinge of something sweet - he’s not sure he’s smelt anyone better. He wonders if that’s just your natural scent, thinks he’d like to get closer to figure out the notes. Thinks you'd slap him upside the head yourself for the creepy thought.

Nerd!Gojo takes his chance on the 5th meeting or so. The most he’d gotten out of you was a smile each time and stupid him would freeze up the tiniest bit, uncharacteristically. Nerd!Gojo wasn’t the unsociable type at all but it seemed like he just couldn’t…well, couldn’t exactly talk to someone like you? Super pretty, kind of intimidating? He’s unsure of how it’d been easy as hell to become friends with notoriously intimidating Suguru but this feels different.

Nerd!Gojo who uses his totally real interest in scents (seriously) to create that line of communication he’d been looking for all this while. 2 weeks later. A simple ‘You smell really good’ in passing, eyes moving from his laptop mid note up to the presentation, feeling the heat of your gaze at the side of his face.

Nerd!Gojo who has no idea how long you’d been waiting for him to make conversation, holy fucking shit. 5th times the charm right? You’d think the smiles every time and the attempts at conversation would’ve made it more obvious. “Thanks! It’s this insanely expensive one I saw online.”

Nerd!Gojo who’s surprised at how easily the conversation flows from that point on. To perfume, to not perfume, to things completely unrelated. Limited to the time limit of the lecture and between paying attention and taking notes - you both had to pass after all. With a slot left free with no class scheduled, same as you, Nerd!Gojo takes his chance to ask as you’re both packing. Big ass leap of faith. “Coffee since you’re not too busy?”

Nerd!Gojo who kind of wants to do backflips from your acceptance, even as you two are walking to a cozy little shop tucked away on campus. You chat all the way to the shop, from classes to hobbies, surface level and a little deeper. He expects company and coffee, a chance to make a new friend. Nerd!Gojo who hadn’t at all expected the impromptu date vibe (unless that’s what this was). Bright eyed under those black rimmed glasses perched on his nose, attention undivided on everything you as you speak. Your goal here, a sort of shitty professor and such. Again, the conversation just flows, smooth as butter and he’s so glad for it, so glad for how easily you’d clicked that day.

─────────────────────୨ৎ───────────────────── Nerd!Gojo who’s filled with an almost unhealthy amount of giddiness every time he thinks back to the sort of low effort convo opener because if not for that he’s not sure you’d have the foundation you’d have now. Friends for 7 months, quite literally dancing around each other for 2 of those before he stopped being a pussy and asked you out.

Nerd!Gojo who’s stood outside your lecture hall with the prettiest little bouquet of your fave flowers, an early gift for the celebration of 2 years official. The grin that splits on his lips comes easy when your face brightens as you step out, swept up into thick arms, kiss planted right to the center of his mouth.

Nerd!Gojo who didn't have to change how he acts at all because you like him like that..? All calculus jokes and ink stained fingertips – action figures and marvel. He could ramble on and on about any of his interests and you, in your own words wanted to ‘kiss his face raw’. He thinks he likes the idea of you doing just that.

Nerd!Gojo who absolutely adores you and pampers you every opportunity he gets because according to him ‘who else would he pamper if not his pretty baby.’ Pampered with gifts, pampered with affection. You don’t think you can go more than a couple hours without a kiss to your nose, your lips. Maybe a press of soft lips to the back of your hand. He doesn’t let you go long without it, of course. Showers you in affection a reasonable amount. His mouth on you comes like little microdoses and now you’re not sure how long you can last without it.

Nerd!Gojo who seemingly loves calling you every pet name under the sun, baby being his most preferred. You’d get sunshine here and there too. Nerd!Gojo who doesn’t believe in the fuckass honeymoon phase because he feels the same way for you he’d felt day 1 up till now.

Nerd!Gojo who still kind of has shitty but effective study methods. Who is sort of shit at taking care of himself at times. Pre-You Gojo had himself properly hooked on energy drinks to stay up late -- something about working better at night -- barely leaving his dorm on weekends just for needed recharge. There’s obviously less of that with Post-You him. Less energy drinks, more doing assignments together when you got a chance.

The slightest yawn and he’d be tugged against your smaller frame like he is now, stupid dorm bed too small to accommodate the both of you but you’d somehow always make it work. Head on the softness of your chest, the lightest scrape of nails against his scalp emptying his thoughts with ridiculous ease.

Nerd!Gojo who thanks the damn heavens for too expensive perfume and even better coffee as you kiss his temple, warm and happy as he dozes off.

JUST CASUAL?

satoru who reads one online article on how to make his crush fall in love with him and is convinced that the best way to do so is to watch horror movies with you. he plans it all out in his head: you'll get scared and he'll wrap an arm around you and tell you that there's no reason for you to be afraid since he's with you and he'd never let anything bad happen to you. and afterwards, you'll fall asleep with your head on his shoulder or in his lap and realize you're so in love with him you never want to leave him.

only problem? he doesn't account for the fact that you may not get scared.

so when the time comes around and he's set everything up and presses play on the movie, he's so excited he can barely contain himself. he doesn't even watch the movie, his eyes are trained on you, waiting for the perfect moment when you cover your face with your hands and only peek at the screen.

only… that moment never comes. he sits through all of the one hour and fifty minutes that the movie runs and you don't get scared. you don't hide behind him. you don't even flinch at the loud noises and the ugly monster. but now the movie's over and realistically, he has no reason to keep you there.

“i think i'll have to leave now, satoru,” you say after a while, looking down at your phone. “it's getting late.”

he gives an awkward laugh. “hey, c'mon. it's not that late yet. let's watch another one!”

he bothers you until you sigh and agree because it's satoru and he'd never let you go otherwise. he bribes you by telling you that you can pick the movie this time around.

another thing he didn't account for in his plan is that he may end up being the one getting scared.

whatever hellish movie it is you put on, it is not up satoru's alley. when there's a particular bad jumpscare—which you don't react to either—he actually flinches hard, his arm wrapping around you shoulder. he buries his face against your neck with a pout on his lips.

this isn't how it was supposed to go! the stupid article didn't say anything about this!

but once you place your hand on his head and run your fingers through his hair, he realizes that this isn't so bad either. he spends the rest of the movie flinching and whining at every little thing just so he has an excuse to hang on tighter.

Chef Sukuna (ex Gangster/Yakuza)

-Sukuna started working at a ramen restaurant at just 15 years old, intending it to be a summer job. However, he ended up staying there for an additional 2 years because he enjoyed it.

-He'd swear up and down he wasn't into cooking or being called a chef, but Sukuna actually enjoyed it, contrary to his assertions.

-At the age of 17, Sukuna got involved with a bad crowd, leading him to quit his job at the ramen shop, drop out of high school, and become a member of the Yakuza.

-Sukuna quickly rose through the ranks of the Yakuza, becoming the leader of the largest criminal group in underground Tokyo by the time he was 20, earning a spot on the most wanted list.

-Even though he hadn't whipped up a meal in ages, Sukuna couldn't shake the craving for it. So, when he wasn't busy roughing people up, he'd throw together a dish or two for himself.

When Luffy gets injured protecting you ((T ^ T)

my first post ever please be merciful 😓😭

#luffy x reader

(~>\\\<~) part 2:)

reader is kinda nonchalant baddie (ㆀ˘･з･˘)

reader pines for luffy, luffy feelings UNKNOWN

fluff/angst i suppose?

SAUDADE.

✧ PAIRING: gojo satoru x f!reader, geto suguru x f!reader | 3.7k words

✧ RHEYA'S NOTE: will i ever publish the actual canon au? who knows. this fic is written in that same au but it's just a snippet of their lives. if you've read angel on my shoulder, just know that's an alternate ending of this au where reader dies lol. but this is very sweet bc you don't die !! you and satoru love each other lots but suck at showing it. happy valentine's day everyone <33

you glance at satoru's giddy smile, wariness creeping up your shoulders before turning to shoko. "what's wrong with him?" you ask, shifting slightly from where you're leaning against one of balconies of jujutsu high.

"who knows?" she sighs, eyes flickering up to glance at the snowy haired sorcerer just barely before they turn back to you. "ignore him."

"hey!" satoru huffs, walking closer to sling an arm around your shoulder—casual, like it's something he doesn't have to think about. you grumble under the extra weight, shooting him a glare, but he's too busy smiling like he's up to something.

"so…" he grins down at you, eyes shining and full of mischief. "know what day it is today?"

you blink at him, trying to scour your brain. "what's the date again?"

satoru gives you a blank stare, before sighing heavily. "god you're slow. it's february 14th, stupid."

Vash has a secret: he’s always wanted to feed his future significant other.

Nothing weird, just – whenever he sees couples out and about, some of them will offer the other food, and he’ll watch, longingly, as they take a bite out of the person’s offered treat. No Man’s Land is tough, and people are tougher about sharing resources. He sees this act of sharing a bite to eat from one’s own plate as a way to look past selfish need and into true love.

He’s hesitant to try it with you, though, when you first start dating. You’ve made it clear you’re incredibly independent. Would you take an offering of eating off his fork as insulting? Gross? He swears he brushes his teeth…

Finally, he gets the gump to try it. One day while you’re walking through town and chatting, he just…shoves his donut in your face. Your nose boops into it, and you look up at him incredulously. “What?”

“Do you want a bite?”

You blink, a small, “Uh, sure,” coming out as you hold his hand steady and take a bite of the pastry. You let out a pleased hum, letting go and nodding up at him. “It’s good! I’ll have to get that next time.”

What you don’t know is a blush is creeping up his neck and into his hairline. That was…so cute. So…intimate? It went so much better than he thought it would. You continue your walk, Vash with a little skip in his step.

Now, he offers food whenever he can. Sometimes you turn him down, saying you’re too full or aren’t hungry, but most of the time you humor him into taking a bite. You aren’t fully aware of what this does to him, how it makes him feel, but he’s always so much happier after you do it that it’s hard to say no.

And when you finally offer something to him? He takes it as a sign that you’re both finally and fully in love. He takes your fork steady, making sure to savor the bite of burrito you had offered. Does it taste better coming off your plate? Absolutely. It tastes like love to him.

thinking about archaeologist!reader who works in the oldest cursed objects and tools alley of the National Museum of Archeology, in Tokyo, Japan. While she is curious, learning about curses and Jujutsu, she finds one of the Sukuna's fingers amongst all the other cursed things. Mesmerized by its figure, she starts studying its shape and characteristics. But, when she starts dreaming of things which happened in Heian Era, archaeologist!reader receives a visit from the strongest sorcerer of this age, Satoru Gojo.

savior complex

Gojo wasn’t sure that he’d had to try so hard at anything in his life— not as hard as he tried for you. 

It took weeks after that first day that you’d transferred into Jujutsu High during his third year to even get you to look at him. And sure, he knew that his flirting was rusty given the fact that he’d… never done it, but he also knew he was a handsome guy, paired with his untouchable strength as a sorcerer (pun intended), and of course his sizable wealth didn’t hurt either— he figured he was a catch. 

Then you came along, with your fierce personality and your killer smile and your tendency to completely walk past him each time he tried to get your attention. It was embarrassing— the amount of times he had been left in your dust, a cocky grin slowly falling from his face as he dropped whichever technique it was that he was trying to impress you with that day, his friends barely holding back their laughter at the peacock type display Gojo seemed so confident in.