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please tag spoilers! Not all of us are okay we seeing random screencaps. It takes away from those who like to wait until the volume is REALLY released. No hate but when people don’t tag spoilers it really ruins things for us and lately the fandom has been doing it a lot.

sorry, but if you or anyone else isn’t okay with seeing spoilers don’t follow blogs that say they aren’t spoiler free??? which i’m sure i’ve stated in my rules. i usually do tag new content under the general “jjk spoilers” tag but other than that, i’m not responsible if you choose to ignore my rules and then complain when you see spoilers on a blog that states it isn’t spoiler free

#✰ミ݁ ׅ ࣪ sweetbox ! ! #like if ur talking abt that sukuna panel it’s literally tagged #goodbye

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going to give solo leveling a try

#it looks interesting #i haven’t watched anime in forever omg

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Can’t get over the nyas!! 🐱

These designs are available as charms on my store! https://naruusprouts.square.site

#CUTIES

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miss that era of tumblr where everyone took high res pictures of arizona tea cans and vans shoes

#aka i found my blog from when i was a teenager #so embarrassing #but god it was fun

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got gojo’s tip color painted on my nails 🙂‍↕️

#it’s the prettiest color i’ve ever had <3

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jjk school babysitters au is the only thing getting me through the week

#THEY’RE SO PLUMP AND CUTE

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#i hate this big neck ass mf

YOU’RE SO ME LIKE IS HE INSANE

he makes me so mad like don’t piss me the fuck OFF

#graveyard smelling stank breath ass #IM SICK

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he makes me so mad like don’t piss me the fuck OFF

#BITCH WHEN I CATCH YOU??????? #you big bitch i HATE HIM #FUCKING UGLY ASS #YOU WILL NEVER BE HIM #jjk spoilers

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jjk is so confusing now 😭

#i should try and catch up because what???

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18+

Headcanon that when you first start dating Ghost, he’s fucking silent when he finishes.

He’s used to jacking off discreetly in a bunk, so it’s pure muscle memory that limits him to a few shallow breaths huffed quietly between his teeth as he grinds his release into you.

Left to his own devices he probably wouldn’t think twice about it, except that shit isn’t going to fly with you. Those agonized gasps and grunts are the reward, thank you very much, and you did not just give him the sloppy toppy of his life, only to have them withheld.

At first he kind of laughs it off, reminds you that you have neighbors and such, and it’s inconvenient to be having loud sex for no reason.

Right, uh huh.

So the next time he goes down on you, you make sure it’s quiet enough that he can hear his own breathing as he works his mouth on you. You know, for the neighbors.

Surprise, surprise, he doesn’t like that very much.

He doesn’t need to put on some kind of production, you remind him. Just… loosen the leash a little. Let himself do what he needs to do, focus on the feelings instead of the control. He could be yodeling at this point and it would be an improvement.

So the next time, you get a little something. A few breathy, deep vocalizations that make your heart flutter into your throat. You make sure to tell him how sexy it sounded, how it made you feel desired to hear him enjoying himself. It’s how things are meant to be.

It only gets better from there. You can tell he’s really letting loose when his gasps turn a little higher in pitch, a little more pained sounding. Shower sex is even better because the slight echo has his orgasm permeating every part of you, so raw that you swear you can feel it yourself. Brilliant, you fixed him! He’s a moaning machine now, even before he finishes.

And then one day Ghost gets back from deployment, and you can tell he’s peeved at you from the way he strides in.

“What?” you demand, wracking your brain for any possible thing you did wrong.

“I forgot to be quiet.”

You frown for a second, trying to grasp the context, and then your face cracks with a poorly suppressed smile. “Oh… baby.”

“Calling me ‘whiny wanker’ cause of you.”

Aww. Isn’t that just too bad?

#NEED HIM.

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love when white patrons at the library undermine me with their subtle racism by asking for my white coworkers to help them 😍

#jokes on u bud. #now i get to keep reading and don’t have to help u sign into ur damn email.

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Ok, I'm gonna be REAL controversial for a second:

Saying "incest and underage fics are ok because it's usually CSA survivors recontextualizing/processing their own experience" is just purity culture lite. It's like saying "Birth control should be legal because some people use it for non-birth control related purposes" or "abortion needs to be legal because women can die without it."

Yes, these are TRUE and IMPORTANT things. But kind of... not the point?

Kind of giving way to the antis, the puritanical right, the misogynists who just want to control women (because you KNOW they aren't thinking about trans men or nonbinary people when they legislate abortion).

Lemme see if I can explain: by saying "look at this VALID and IMPORTANT reason someone might have for doing the thing you don't like," you are saying that there are invalid reasons for it. That some people shouldn't do it.

You are saying that it is objectively wrong, and that exceptions must be made for it to be okay. And putting aside the fact that NO ONE should have to disclose their personal trauma for judgement, that no one should have to disclose their personal medical history to a judge or legislator before receiving treatment... you are conceding the point.

I refuse to concede anything on this.

I like fucked up fic, I like being able to fuck without getting pregnant, I like that if my birth control fails I can still make a choice about whether or not I want to be pregnant and give birth. I WILL NOT go into my reasons on ANY of this. Because YOU do not have a right to that information, and I am also protecting the privacy of everyone else who does not want to share their reasons.

#hard pill to swallow is that most dark content writers don’t have trauma ! #some people ( like me ) just like it cause it’s hot. #like ??? it’s so harmful to portray the idea that you must be a victim of trauma if you like fucked up shit. #while many victims DO use it as an outlet. i bet it’s not as common as y’all make it out to be #you just need to compartmentalize bc you don’t like it.

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forgot to post this here 😔

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bought a stsg shirt i think i’ve healed from hating suguru

#watch i never wear it #jk i still hate stsg #but gojo looked so cute i couldn’t resist

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✩ ˖  ݁ . tint of melancholy. you wear his shirt. he calls you sweetheart. part of the stripper au ❤︎ there’s a tag now heh

you hum at the taste of coffee in your mouth, hands wrapped securely around your warm mug, a smile tugging at your lips as higuruma hiromi comes to stand in between your legs.

“your coffee is delicious,” you say, completely in bliss. “had i made it, it would have tasted so bad.”

his eyes drop to your mouth, then flash back to your irises. “really? i can’t believe that. you seem like the type to prepare delicious coffee.”

you laugh. “nope, it tastes really bad.”

“well, coffee’s the only thing i’m good for. i’ll burn the eggs and bacon.” he smiles, leans in close. tips his head to the side ever so slightly. “but, if i’m being honest, i’d rather have you for breakfast.”

“hiromi,” you giggle, heart at ease as this moment of flirtatious tranquility engulfs the both of you in a bubble. “let me cook you something, then.”

“no,” he kisses the corner of your mouth, trails his lips down your chin and hums when you lean back, give him access to your neck. “let me take you out. i bought you something for this occasion, too. so, really, it’s not negotiable, sweetheart.”

your almost lover pulls away from you — looks at you as if you were a celestial being, someone who had taken a harsh fall from heaven and had not managed to recover.

tears almost swell in your eyes.

“let me get your gift.” he kisses your forehead and disappears into his room.

you wait in his kitchen, on top of his luxurious countertop. you are wrapped in his shirt, basking in the golden sunlight as the waft of expensive coffee fills the air. if you let yourself go, if you let yourself believe, this is the life you were always meant to lead.

“here,” he opens a shoe box and you place your mug down, rub the sleeve of his shirt against your nose. “kento and his wife helped me pick them out.”

“hiromi — ”

before you can protest, he has slipped the beautiful, soft pink heel onto your foot and kissed your ankle.

“you like ‘em? ‘cause i bought you a dress, too. they go together — least that’s what kento’s wife said.”

“they’re beautiful,” the diamonds at the toes glimmer under the morning sunlight and the protest on the tip of your tongue melts away as you look at your lover in all of his glory. “thank you, hiromi. for everything.”

“i would move heaven and earth for you, sweetheart.”

maybe you can let yourself go, believe — even just for a moment.

#roma invented writing romance i think