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asmodeauxx · 3 months
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Seeing Polka Dots and Moonbeams
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based off of this ^^^
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spoiledmilks · 4 months
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Tragedy is drawn to the bitter…
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riaki · 4 months
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OKAY EVERYONE IS SAYING GOJO DOESN'T DESERVE A HAPPY ENDING YES
BuT what if we could make it a little ANGSTY instead?? 👀 He gets his happy ending. His. Happy ending. You? Well.. Old habits die hard. This is what you wanted after all no? So what if he breaks his promises? What if your smile begins to fade? What if
What you said about later on reader and freckles growing apart cause freckles seemed nice it'd be a shame for him to be an ass
But that it's silly cause the irony is what if that freckle boy.. was just like Gojo but in a different light.
Being as it wasn't him who hurt reader, it was easy to overlook the fact of how similar he was to the old Gojo she knew before it became a shit show
Maybe she realizes that
Maybe she starts thinking
Maybe she drifts apart
And maybe Gojo comforts her but he's the last person she wants to see
Because it's these stupid feelings for Gojo that led her to this hell
And Gojo goes again
And he reels her in
And once he has her
Only to see as her smile begins to fade
As all the effort he had put in when he didn't have her start going away once again
And he starts to fall into old habits becoming the same as he was before, but this time, with you at his hand
As he slowly takes away your smiles again.
But it's okay, he'll make it right. Just...later. and later. And later...
You hope.
sorry I'm not good with angst sorry for any cringe 🤣
this is!! such!!! a good!!!! take!!!!!! on hsbully!gojo!!!!!! tbh this ask speaks for itself lol n dw anon! i rlly love the way u brought it :3 this is highschoolbully!gojo part 592727465527 *suggestive!
yeah. freckles boy isn’t that great of a person. maybe he tried but it didn’t work out; u dunno why but u keep seeing gojo in him— hints of satoru in ur life. like that stinky cologne he thinks is kinda cool but rlly doesn’t smell too good on ur bfs drawer, or the way he takes his coffee. honestly, if u squint, it almost seems like freckle boy is tryna copy gojo in a way…? but u don’t like thinkin abt him so u don’t blink an eye.
fast forward u broke up with freckle boy because something or other; the point is, u really didn’t feel anything with him. there might’ve been a spark, but it was really only artificial and had no wind to fan the flames. and since u got together gojo’s been distant; his smile seems dimmer and there’s always this faraway; foggy look that makes the brilliant azure of his eyes seem cloudy gray. but then ur catching up with him again and at some random frat party you get drunk and ur sense is inhibited and— u end up kissing gojo… oops.
so then u kinda enter this fwb state with him. and.. he’s pretty cool, right? he’s kinda evrything u want in a guy— tall, pretty, cool, strong, handsome, charming— it’s a package deal. but there’s also this… rift, between the two of you. see, ever since gojo lost u the first time, he’s always been so scared of pushing u away. so u stay fwb because he doesn’t wanna lose u again in case he’s feelin more than you are. but his heart doesn’t skip a beat when he sleeps with other girls and his chest doesn’t tighten like it does with u when he gets mouthfuls of fruity gloss from kissing other girls. but he forces himself to keep this wall up between the two of u because he just can’t risk losing you a third time.
it sucks for u too, though! gojo’s just a bit too dense to see it. whether it’s in his own nature, or he’s faking it. it’s probably the latter, but that’d mean he’s not being genuine again, n you don’t wanna think about it. but you’re gettin comfy with him and so is he, and you really do whole heartedly believe he’s changed this time, and for good. and it’s true! he has. but not in the way you thought. apparently, he’s exchanged being an ass with an unreachable ego to a pinch more genuine, but still an ass. it’s proved when u get to his apartment one rainy day ready to spend the weekend w/ him for a study date, but there’s clothes on the floor. dresses n stockings and a frilly blouse that you definitely think (or hope) don’t belong to gojo. unfortunately, your suspicions are confirmed when you lay eyes on the tangle of people on his bedroom through the crack in the door— this time, it’s your turn to run in a hurry. turns out, he got comfortable with you— all in the wrong way, thinking it’d be okay to sleep around. except he gives chase— after pulling on a pair of pants, of course.
eventually he catches up to you; you hate those stupidly long legs. catches your wrist and forces you to face him. in front of a chick fil a, nonetheless. he gets an overwhelming sense of deja vu— but he’s forcibly snapped out of it when je realizes you’re crying. and damn, you look gorgeous, and he wishes it would rain because the sunlight falls around you like liquid gold, framing your pretty face and reflecting prisms of rainbow in your tears.
once again, he doesn’t get it. why are you crying? it’s not like you were really serious or labeled, right…? and the entire reason you’d stayed that way was to avoid somethin like this. but gojo slowly comes to the realization that he’s fucked up big time— he has been since day 1. really, he should’ve found somebody cheaper to chase— you stole his heart and his pride, making him awkwardly and stiffly apologize to you in front of a fast food restaurant on some random crossing next to a train station. it’s only tense because he doesn’t really know how to apologize— he doesn’t have much experience with it, and for that he blames his ego.
but even so, he’s not ready for those big, sappy love confessions yet. you always made him feel so weird— correction: you still do. so you walk away somewhere between fwb and strangers. it’s always one step forward and two steps back with gojo. but maybe, just maybe— he can slowly rebuild your trust with some patience, empathy, and a lot of genuine love that he’s yet to realize he’s been nursing in his heart for you since the first time he laid eyes on you.
paaaaaaart one
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loveyouanyway · 5 months
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translation: you're beautiful. i love you. let's make out
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d3pr3zz3d-garbage · 3 months
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You're so pretty
Pretty like styro scars
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kradncsmj · 1 month
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Nelly and Timbaland’s “promiscuous” song is so @imdamagecontrol’s jegulus you cant change my mind
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sn6wy · 9 months
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𓆩♡𓆪﹒ ׅ ׄ I hope I never lose you,
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hope it never ends.
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garaks-padded-bra · 5 months
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hey just wanna tell you that Lady Gaga Scheisse was #1 in my spotify wrapped because i was listening to it thinking about Garak fancam so much
the joy i feel upon learning this is equivalent to 1 stabbing on the wire
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kodaibara · 1 year
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I get it Will, the devil is pretty hot
Based on this reference:
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patfr8 · 10 months
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Honestly wukong being trapped in the celestial realm is kinda a tragic fate considering his past and how much he truly cares for his freedom was he the only one who could fill the position and I cant help but feel MK would be preety upset about it and having to take the mantle of monkey king much sooner than he anticipated
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To remind everyone, the AU is settled after S4 WITHOUT the specials. Wukong defeats Azure cause he’s the only one that can do it and absorbs the essence of the Jade Emperor, making him the new emperor. Unlike Azure, Wukong can control it and the world does not collapse immediately. The only bad thing is that he cannot exit the Celestial Realm or things will start to go south.
This makes Wukong the Golden Emperor and Mk has to accept his new role as Monkey King earlier than they all wanted. But it’ll be okay, they got each other and nothing will stop them
Until a shadow starts to make a plan, until a demon starts to scheme, until a daughter gets revenge
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ahsteria · 1 year
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tell me your 100th spotify wrapped song. the one that barely made the cut… the song that fought tooth and nail for that last spot on ur prestigious top 100 list
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lonisaiou · 5 months
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Marshall Lee playing "Dark Red" by Steve Lacy
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iyxv · 1 month
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listening to please stay at this time in my life is basically like being beaten with baseball bats
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libraryofrosy · 1 year
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The urge to be an old money heiress who lives in a luxury apartments in new york, has degrees in English, law and art history and speaks several languages (two or three dead ones too), has a wide collection of books and rare paintings and spends her vacations on private islands and get occasionally involved in murder mysteries (maybe help solve some of them)
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calagua · 1 year
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it says "Trepan por tu espalda sin pedir"
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felinecryptid · 9 months
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Wish what you desire, before its too late
pav tries to keep a secret
(translations at the end <3)
"Shayad aisa mauqaa mile na mile phir reh jaye adhuri khwaaish," Pav sang, heels of his feet periodically thumping on the walls of the high building they were sitting on. Hobie reclined nearby, guitar in hand, lazily strumming out tunes, trying to guess the music to the song Pav was singing. He never would get it right, they both knew, but half the fun was the music mishmash. Besides, Pav could sing the sappiest, most lovesick songs to Hobie's face and he would never know. "Hoo~ kya pata ho ye bhi sitaron ki humko milaane ki koi saazish,"
Hobie strummed out some quick ascending succession of notes, before falling back to a steady and lilting yet melancholic melody, strangely similar to the original score of the song. Maybe there was something about music that surpassed languages and spoke directly to the soul. Maybe it could convey feelings to Hobie that Pav couldn't think without combusting.
Pav's cheeks heated up at the smallest of reminders about the thing they were not talking about. But he couldn't go much longer without doing something about it. Maya Auntie always said he was terrible at keeping secrets, especially if it was about someone he knew.
And how could he? Hobie made him feel like he was whole. Not like he was his other half, but like he never had to hide anything from him because he was one of the only people who knew about him being Spiderman. He never had to play the superhero with him, never had to pretend, never had to put up a different personality around him, all they ever had to be were Pav and Hobie and PavandHobie. They just made sense together, in whatever way that was, team mates, friends... or something else. Hobie just got him, understood when he needed cheering up, when he needed some space and when he needed a break but was too stubborn to take one.
He didn't know everything that made Pav tick at first, but he learnt, and in the process, Pav couldn't help but admire him and his efforts. And if at some point the admiration took a turn to another feeling that had Pav blushing every time Hobie called him 'luv', 'darlin', or a 'fuckin' wanker', it wasn't his fault. It started with his dark eyes, with a deep weight that seemed to freeze Pav's breath in his lungs and the languid smile that was ornamented with silver piercings. Pav missed so many lectures in chemistry, daydreaming about a far away world where he could taste the chink of the ring against his teeth. Feel the 'sweetheart' whispered into his mouth.
"tu saath agar hai, kaagaz ki kashti tayr jaegi," Pav continued, the lyrics ringing truer and truer. Hobie hadn't looked up in a while and it made Pav's predicament a little bit easier. Because he usually fantasised about kissing Hobie when he was a hundred percent sure no one was paying attention to him. But here he was, sitting in front of the guy himself, thinking about it, where he was one touch away from finding out how flustered Pav was. Maybe he's watched way too much khatron ke khiladi with Nandan.
He tugged at his tie, loosening it for the next part, "tu nahi toh yeh kahani, taash ki paton si bikhar jaaegi," He pitched his voice higher, straining just a little bit to reach the high note, "bazm mein beeteen jo raatein, agle hi pal mein badal jaengi," Pav sang, eyes closed and into the song, never noticing the guitar fading out.
"Raat ke andheri sannaaton mein, chupke se kanon mein lori ki tarah," He dared a glance at Hobie. He did not expect him to be staring back, the sunset casting deep shadows across his face that didn't quite hide the intensity of the expression, a look that made Pav's throat go dry. He almost faltered, folding to Hobie, but he didn't. Something told him to keep going. "Teri haar kahani pe nayi ya purani pe, bharoon hain mein hain." The golden sunrays bathed them, and Pav felt effervescent. Hobie moved closer. Pav's eyes fell half-shut, the desire to watch him and the instinct to trust him warring, his mouth still forming the last lines of the song.
"Madhyam madhyam, utarta chanda- mphf!"
They were kissing, it occurred to Pav, just as Hobie pulled away and something just broke inside him.
"Sor-"
"Nahi, idhar aao," Pav reached for Hobie's face, pulling him back in. "I've waited way too long for this," He barely got the words out, pressing his lips to Hobie's.
It was everything he dreamed of. It was better. It was real. Pav could feel the cold press of the ring, a contrast against the warmth of Hobie's soft lips, against his own scarlet cheeks. Pav hands moved lower, clutching at his shoulders. Hobie grabbed at Pav's sides, not staying still, trying to hold all of him at once, warming him inside out.
They kissed, until they couldn't, because Pav was grinning so wide he thought he couldn't possibly keep it all on his face.
"'oly shit Pav, you've been 'oldin' out on me," Hobie whispered, their foreheads touching and voice hoarse. Pav liked it. Pav liked it so much.
"Shut up, you- tune mujhe kitna confuse kiya hai, you don't get to say anything." Pav huffed.
"I 'aven't the foggiest about what you're sayin', Pavi," Hobie complained.
"So, let's not talk at all." Pav laughed, wrapping his arms around Hobie and pulling him in again.
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title (translated) from and the song pav's singing is saazish by bhuvan bam in dhindora (i highly rec you putting this on while reading this its so good)
translation:
Shayad aisa mauqaa mile na mile phir reh jaye adhuri khwaaish - you might not get another chance like this, your desires left unfulfilled (the singer's talking about wishing on a shooting star)
Hoo~ kya pata ho ye bhi sitaron ki humko milaane ki koi saazish - [vocals] what if this was a set up for us to meet, orchestrated by the stars
Tu saath agar hai, kaagaz ki kashti tayr jaegi - if you are with me, the paper boat would float on
Tu nahi toh yeh kahani, taash ki paton si bikhar jaaegi - and if you are not, our story would collapse like [something made of] playing cards
bazm mein beeteen jo raatein, agle hi pal mein badal jaengi - the nights spent in your arms, will change and fade away so fast
Raat ke andheri sannaaton mein, chupke se kanon mein lori ki tarah - in the night's dark silence, i whisper like a lullaby
Teri haar kahani pe nayi ya purani pe, bharoon hain mein hain - to your every story, i listen with utmost care and love (direct translation would be: "i listen and agree to everything" but that's not what this line actually means) (also this line is directly linked to the previous line)
Madhyam madhyam, utarta chanda- mphf! - slowly, the setting moon- mphf!
Nahi, idhar aao - no, come here
tune mujhe kitna confuse kiya hai - you got me feeling so confused
pop culture ref:
khatron ke khiladi - its a popular daredevil show, very entertaining if you like icky things like insects, animal abuse and borderline gore
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