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kithtaehyung · 2 years

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WEE WOO WEE WOO WAKE UP RYEN! SHIRTLESS JIN ALERT!!!

Hold on one second I need a thousand million moments please just hold on wait one minute—

#that’s a MANNNNN #HIS BACK #they weren’t kidding about his body i’m—#I need some air #gonna take a walk or several #anon #club ksj #mailbox💌

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jaredhopworth · 3 months

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Sam, listening to a forum post where someone presumably died horribly (or lived even more horribly) from investigating the Magnus Institute: I’ll probably be fine investigating the Magnus Institute

#NOOOO CLOCK OUT MANNNNN don’t go thinking about your job for the GOVERNMENT even a second longer than you have to #the magnus protocol #tmagp

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lucienarcheron · 3 months

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With permission from the lovely artist, I present to you the love of my life Heir of Fire & Day, Lucien Vanserra 🔥

#lucien vanserra #lucien vanserra fanart #fanart #acotar fannart #when I tell you the way I screamed #I SAID WRECK MY PLANS THAT'S MY MANNNNN #love of my life fire of my loins

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muaviinu · 20 days

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omggg i found an old atsushi drawing i did from like two-ish years ago when a friend and i made an ice skating au

#mannnnn miss this au #i want this art style back what happened to me #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bsd atsushi #atsushi nakajima #sskk #shin soukoku #bsd au #bsd fanart #vinuart

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ir3nic-sluvv · 3 months

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THIS MAN LITERALLY HAS ME IN A CHOKEHOLD—

My man never gets old frfr

#captain levi #levi ackerman #levi aot #levi attack on titan #levi #levi x reader #levi heichou #levi ackerman x reader #attack on titan #aot #shingeki no kyojin #snk #MY MANNNNN #FINE AS A FCKING WINE #I SWEAR AM GONNA BEG JUST FOR HIM #LEVI ACKERMAN 4LIFE #I LOVE THIS MAN SM ISTG

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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 5 months

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a slightly scribbly Eddie for @akemima's promptlist, day one - cool outfit! well, i don't know if its Cool, but it sure is an outfit!

#mannnnn i forgot jewelry existed... could have slapped on some cute rings or earrings...#i forgor... outfits are not my forte... it shows in my choice of daily clothes as well...#i also didn't realize i didn't give him a full body until i was pretty much done so. No! Oopsies!#drawing eddie continues to be comforting and yet a total pain in the ass!#i love him! i hope he goes Through it! i hope he Dies Traumatically! i say this Every Time!#but yes cute prompt list. excited to do more #slowly though... writers brain perseveres rn...#scribble garnish #welcome home #welcome home puppet show #eddie dear #looking directly at the drag prompt. yes please yes please #eddie in drag is everything to me she's so gorgeous. augh. ough #i must find the perfect Dress...

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artbycats · 4 months

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big fan of the winter outfit

#mannnnn his outfit looks so cute #I can’t wait for 1.6 #stardew valley #sdv #sdv sebastian #stardew sebastian #my art #artists on tumblr #procreate #stardew fanart #got new brushes!!! i love em

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star-bear-art · 6 months

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[One ear to the ground One dog at my neck One tongue to my tongue Wanting to protect me From]

this piece has been my LIFE for the past four days it is possibly the best thing I have ever drawn all in service for BLOODWEAVE!!!!! I love these silly little guys so much <3

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #astarion #astarion ancunin #bloodweave #bg3 fanart #NO ONE CAN BE MY MAN #BE MY MAN BE MY MAN BE MY MANNNNN #tism archive

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gojonanami · 4 months

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SWEET NOTHING - SATORU GOJO

✴︎ summary: satoru always comes running home to your sweet nothings -- except maybe this time. ✴︎ cw: spoilers for jjk 236, discussions of death, fluff, angst, implications of delulu twitter theories of survival ✴︎ wc: 1,175 ✴︎ song: sweet nothing by taylor swift

Satoru didn’t know when it happened.

But he had started running home to you far before the two of you shared one.

Was it when Suguru left? Was it even before that? Or was he just always by your side at night, sneaking into your dorm room to sleep beside you. He’d tangle your limbs together so escape wouldn’t be easy for you, his face buried in the crook of your neck as you slept all too easy with him. Your soft pants and snores was the metronome that put him to sleep, the weight of your body was the only warmth he needed, and your quiet hums in the morning after he finally stirred was the thing that made him want to wake in the first place.

“Morning,” you’d mumble, your voice all too thick with sleep, as you tried to pry yourself from exhaustion’s embrace, and he was too eager to help you with that — with sweet kisses and splayed fingers under your shirt.

“It’s always a good morning baby,” he’d jokingly chide you, as he would kiss your neck, as you always made sure to say the phrase without the ‘good,’ if only to elicit his kisses (though he’d give them to you anyway), “cause I get to wake up with you,”

Satoru didn’t kiss you for a long time — he couldn’t — he knew it was foolish to date anyone seriously — after everything ended in disaster with Suguru, he knew the burden of being the strongest was only his to bear — no one else’s. And besides, loving someone as Satoru Gojo was as good as taping a target to their chest, and he’d never do that to you — no matter how much he wanted to.

But what could he do when you were the one to kiss him? Kissed him one night after the two of you shared a meal — barely a meal, scrambled eggs and bread — and he had cracked some stupid joke about Nanami that made you snort. And then you tried to shove him, but he caught your wrist, and you were close — too close because he could practically count the number of eyelashes on your eyelids. And right when sense was setting back in, and he was going to turn away, you kissed him.

And he couldn’t turn away after that. He never could — you had pulled him into your orbit and now you were never gonna let him go.

Not that he ever wanted you to.

He’d come running to you, even after running away, because he couldn’t stay away. Because it was you.

And it didn’t truly hit him, until he had come home this time, to the home you both had shared, and heard you in the kitchen, the faint sounds of clinking utensils and your humming. He removed his shoes, lips curling into a easy smile, as he stepped inside, opting to surprise you instead of announcing he was home.

He whispered the words instead, “I’m home,” walking to find you just where he thought you would be. He leans against the doorframe, watching you hum along to whatever song was stuck in your head, as you prepared his favorites cake — only stopping when his arms wrapped around your middle, a small gasp on your lips that turns into a wide grin.

“Toru—“ and his lips find yours, as they always did, and he could taste the sugar on your lips, but nothing was ever sweeter than you, “welcome home, baby,”

And he gets the goofiest grin, as he sweeps you off your feet, making you yelp and laugh, a sound that vanished all the exhaustion of the world from his shoulders. From the industry disruptors, soul deconstructors to the voices that implore he should be doing more — only always taking more, and more, and more. But as he kisses your neck, the soft skin against his lips, only with you he could admit, he’s all too soft for it. And he could find more, more to life than the life that was stolen from him because of his abilities, the youth that he lost far too long ago, and the line he had drawn between him and the rest of the world. Because he wasn’t the strongest when he was with you — he was just Satoru Gojo.

He buried his head in the nape of your neck, your arms curled around him, holding him impossibly closer, his breath tickling your skin, “I’m home now,” he whispers against you, eyes sinking shut.

He spent his best moments in the company of your sweet nothings — your feet thrown over his as the two of you ate dinner on the couch, swiping food from your fork and stealing kisses between bites; the walks you took in the cool evenings, cicadas singing their symphony as the sun blazed against the sky in its final moments, where his six eyes would narrow to a pin, and all he would see was you; and the moments he spent beside you in bed, your touch, your presence, your being — the only thing he ever wanted to perceive with his entire being.

Home was not a place, but it was you. And he had remarked that to you when you both were discussing the possibility of moving in the future and he had shrugged off giving suggestions.

“Come on, Toru, there must be somewhere you’d want to live,” and his lips only curled, as he stared you — beautiful pout and all — and he knew his answer.

“Home is anywhere you are, baby,” he leaned over and kissed your neck, “so pick anywhere in the world and I’d follow you in a heartbeat,” his hand guides your hand to his chest, “because it’s yours,”

And now, it seemed like the end was coming. He had to leave home, and he couldn’t go home to your sweet nothings — he thought as he stared ahead at the sky. Death was painless — it was easy for the dead, they held the power over the living, of leaving before being left. But he had to leave his home behind, and he swore he could see your face, could hear your screams, your pleading, your cries. And it wasn’t only yours. His students. His friends.

Was it enough to leave? He glanced at the departing flights in front of him, his smiling friends and the regrets that were lifting off his shoulders, and wondered was it time?

And he saw your face again, two words on your lips, “come home,”

And his lips curled into a smile, as his legs fell back, his fingers twitching, as they had done once before when he had fallen — fallen before the sorcerer killer. He would give it all up — his lower half topples over, closer, closer to his torso — give up all the power in the world to just be with you. And he swore away his six eyes in favor of two legs and one life—

He had to run home — home to your sweet nothings.

☆ a/n: so i was listening to sweet nothing by t. swift on repeat and got super emotional thinking about how this song fits gojo while scrolling about post-236 fan theories, so this is the result.