Chapter seven of Love is in the hands
I think it’s my favourite one yet (unless you count chapter 5 maybe). I gave Gojo too much rizz.
Summary
After getting kicked out of his home for being queer, Suguru comes across Satoru, his childhood sweetheart, in a strange gay bar that is owned by his new “family”: a bunch of queer social rejects who were taken in by Yuki, an eccentric matriarch. He finds a new home (and his long lost love) there.
Glimpse
“Was I that good?” Suguru jokes. A wise man once said good sex was transformative. “I think you’d make a great chef. You’re annoying enough to make it work. Ever thought about being a model though? It could help you afford your new dream,” Suguru suggests.
“Nah. Working for other people sounds like hell. The bar is only fine because it’s a family business. Besides, I don’t do much: just dancing around, serving customers, human resources and accounting,” Satoru says. He unwraps a stray lollipop and puts it in his partner’s mouth before repeating the action with another one, for himself. “Would you be mad if I posted nude photos on the internet and got paid for it?” he jokes.
Suguru gazes at him lovingly. “I’d only be mad if you asked someone else to take the photos. If your fanbase ever wanted more, I’d gladly fuck you in front of a camera to make them happy,” he jokes back.
“Let's not let those skills go to waste. Right?,” Satoru laughs. “Did you ever send these types of pictures to anyone? I’m convinced you take great ones. Just like a girl,” he says with a teasing smile.
“Not exactly,” Suguru answers. “That one guy I used to mess with had a whimper fetish or something so he asked me for nut videos. He was nice and gave great blow jobs so I didn’t mind,” he laughs. “Things didn’t end well between us so I deleted his number.”
“He fell in love with you?” Satoru asks.
“And wouldn’t take no as an answer,” Suguru finishes. It’s a story he knows all too well.
“Did you break his nose?” Satoru teases. Suguru had almost forgotten about that incident. To think such a thing would kill the unbearable distance between their lonely, aching hearts. Will they ever abide by the classical rules of romance?
“I only do that to people who hurt you,” Suguru announces with his eyes locked to Satoru. The blue pupils instantly shrink. “Have you, though? As Ki’s muse you must know your way around posing,” he points out.
Satoru turns his face and rests his cheek on the back of his hand. “Once or twice but it was transactional,” he mumbles. “I’d send you one though, for free,” he adds with one eye on Suguru.
“You’re way too generous, my love. Don’t do it when I’m in class though,” Suguru warns.
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i feel like a lot of the 'i hate kids' crowd would be more tolerant if they understood that due to a kid's limited experience of the world that 4 hour flight might just be the longest they've ever had to sit still for or that trapped finger might literally be the most pain they've ever felt in their short life or they might not have ever seen a person with pink hair ever so of course they want to touch it or nobody's told them yet that they can't run around the museum and they only just learned cheetahs are the fastest animals so of course they want to put that to the test. how were they supposed to know etc etc.
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this is a poster i made for my call to action assignment in humanities! it's a bunch of basic and easy stretches for people who sit and work at a desk all day (me)
the idea is that you'd put the poster up above ur desk and do the stretches every 30 minutes or so,, the whole routine won't take more than about 6 minutes to complete and when done regularly it can prevent wrist, shoulder, neck and back pain! :)
all these stretches can be done while sitting (although i HIGHLY recommend you stand up and move around while taking a break from working)
you can get a free digital copy of this poster here on my gumroad!
and you can order a print/poster here from my inprnt!
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probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.
we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."
at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.
the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.
the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.
what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.
here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.
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The thing that is striking me the most about this album is just how messy and human it is. She’s not holding anything back or trying to appear one way or another. She’s just letting it all out regardless of what anyone might say. She found that trying to be polished and keep all the ugly, imperfect, human stuff in to be stifling and just said fuck it I need to do this for me. This album was an exorcism for her.
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Sobbing uncontrollably reading through a dissertation about the college experience of students with ADHD. It is like reading a report about my life that just says over and over "My experiences are real. My hardships are real. I am not lazy, I am not dumb. My struggles were not my fault, and they were not a moral failing. The failure was with the system, not with me."
Here's a line that got me in particular:
"Hotez et al.(2022) compared the health, academic, and non-academic capacities of a nationally representative sample of U.S. first-year college students with ADHD and without ADHD. Students with ADHD self-reported lower academic aspirations and more feelings of depression and overwhelm, ranking themselves lower in their general emotional health. The fact that students with ADHD scored in the highest 10th percentile for many non-academic traits, such as artistic ability, computer skills, creativity, public speaking, social confidence, self-understanding and understanding of others, compassion, and risk-tasking, suggests that this population has strengths that are frequently underappreciated in academia."
(the paper is a thesis called "Understanding the Collegiate Experience for Students With ADHD" by Gia Long, 2022)
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