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arminsumi · 3 months
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bully!gojo has to bend his knees to be able to fuck you standing, "you're so short i can't even fuck you like this." he taunts, shoving you against the bathroom stall door. he grunts in frustration as he guides his cock into you, "get on your tippy toes for me." he commands — as if it's your height that's making this difficult. each time this 6'3 man thrusts up into you it makes your toes lift off the ground a little. you know what? he gives up and just lifts you when it becomes too straining to bend his knees. two big hands gripping your cheeks and spreading them wide as his pretty cock meanly pounds up into you!!
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kitconnor · 5 months
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Well, alright, I'm bad, but then you're no prize either Alright, I'm bad, but then that's nothin' new You say you won't love me, I won't love you neither Just let me remind you what I am to you
THE BALLAD OF LUCY GRAY BAIRD
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trans-cuchulainn · 6 months
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there is no moral value in reading fast and there's also no moral value in reading slowly. people who read slowly aren't automatically/necessarily reading more thoroughly and thoughtfully than people who read quickly, and at the same time reading is not a race. some people read fast because that's how their brains work; some people read slowly because that's how THEIR brains work. some fast readers are getting deep into analysis and close reading and some slow readers are just along for the ride and not thinking too hard. these are both equally valid and valuable ways of engaging with books
and nobody should shame anybody else for reading slowly but also if i see one more post that suggests people who read quickly only read meaningless garbage (your elitism is showing btw) and lack reading comprehension, i will start blocking people. it's just bullshit, and it's weird judgy bullshit at that. some people have jobs in books where reading hundreds of books a year is part of it. some people are academics. some people are bedridden or isolated and trust me you get through a lot of books when you're stuck in your room alone for days. and some people love the books you consider garbage and they're just having fun passing the time with light fiction that isn't too brain intensive and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that either, because reading can be a form of relaxation and doesn't always have to be an ~intellectual challenge~ to be worth doing, actually
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zharaely · 19 days
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On the topic of birthdays...
We don't know the Original Cale Henituse's birthday, but just imagine the Henituse Family celebrating Cale's birthday. And Cale has to awkwardly play along even though he knows it isn't HIS birthday they're celebrating. While the Henituse Family is also awkward because it's been years since they got to celebrate Cale's birthday properly, but they wanted to take the chance this time now that they've gotten closer (except it's too late now). But they notice Cale's discomfort throughout the entire celebration even though he tries to hide it. Things snowball from there.
Or maybe when the day comes, Cale isn't aware that it's his body's birthday. So while everyone else is dropping hints about it being a special day, Cale is just confused about why they're acting so weird. It eventually leads the Henituse Family to misunderstand thinking Cale got so busy during or after the war that he forgot his own birthday.
(After Cale realizes, he'd also send Kim Rok Soo a gift via the God of Death. Fortunately, no churches were harmed after that conversation, but only a god's pride.)
This also works vice versa with the Original Cale Henituse in Kim Rok Soo's body. Maybe the Original Kim Rok Soo wasn't known to celebrate his birthday (with other people, or at all). So Kim Rok Soo doesn't even realize anything weird that day, except the increasing glances sent his way by his team members and other people from the company ("The team leader still went to work today even though it's his birthday…sighs"). Kim Rok Soo only finds out by the end of his shift, when he's about to go home to his niece but is stopped by someone unexpectedly giving him a small gift.
(The next time he meets with Choi Jung Soo, he asks the guy to send his birthday greetings to the man he swapped bodies with, along with a birthday card drawn by his niece. ("I don't know about over there, but I found out it was your birthday here on Earth. Happy Birthday, Cale.")) (Extra: Choi Jung Soo becomes nostalgic after remembering all his shared birthdays with Kim Rok Soo, before remembering all the birthdays Kim Rok Soo spent by himself after their deaths.)
Or, the other characters find out it was Choi Han's birthday (not knowing it's also Cale's birthday). Everyone helps to plan a birthday party, with Cale even giving Choi Han a gift during the celebration ("I wasn't able to give you a gift last time, so…Happy Birthday, Choi Han.").
Once the celebration was over, or maybe when everyone else was too busy to hear or disturb the two of them, Choi Han was the first to greet Cale a happy birthday ("…Happy birthday to you too, Cale-nim. Kim Rok Soo."). Of course, Alberu does not forget to secretly give both his instructor and his dongsaeng gifts as well, aka, "a happy birthday to the two punks who gave me headaches".
((There's also an easy solution to this entire thing: Original Cale Henituse's birthday was ALSO on November 8. Now we have 5 people sharing the same birthday.))
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workaholic-slacker · 2 months
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Every time someone comes with new information
Cale: Knowledge is power and ignorance is bliss. Therefore, power is not bliss. Hence I do not want knowledge, so that I don't have power so that I can have bliss.
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chrliekclly · 1 month
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DP after AGIT prompt
It’s hard for Dan to get used to be in his human form during the school day. And Jazz always laughs a little at his moans of relief after "going ghost".
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Jazz: There there…that’s all right, lil brother. I understand. Believe it or not, some girls are also feeling this relief when a day in high-heeled shoes finally ends.
Dan: Wearing stupid shoes can’t compare to this.
Jazz: Are you sure?
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Of course Dan buys the highest heels he can find after that. Well, on the Homecoming, he certainly eclipsed even Paulina. The tense smile is smug.
Danny: You should just levitate, you know? Sam took the spare dress that mom bought her. It’s long. Covers everything that people aren’t supposed to see.
Dan: Nice try. But I won’t lose, not a chance.
~~~~rewind time~~~
Dan: I think it it makes me look plump.
Tuck: Dude, I'm afraid it’s not about the dress.
Dan: How dare you, it’s all muscle.
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Dash*kenough & trying to be nice*: Hey, Barbie, good cosplay. Do you ever think about dying?
Dan*did not get it but in the mood "This Barbie wants to commit murder in the fashion industry"*: Good question~
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jade-of-mourning · 3 months
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sorry sometimes i think about mako and my heart hurts so much. this kid raised himself and his brother on the streets in homelessness and utter poverty from eight through fifteen, promptly after seeing the violent death of his mother and father. he turned to the triple threats because they couldn't survive as a pair of wretched kids without any adult support, and the environment forced him to turn into the exact character that killed his parents in a terrible twist of irony. and after sheer-fucking-luck hits and they aren't homeless anymore, their livelihood wavers on the outcome of what's a literally game to everyone but them; and after things are finally starting to look up and their team is going places and things just might be okay, his gradually stabilizing world unceremoniously expands and everything goes to shit.
and the city that chewed him up and spat him back out, ruined him as a child and took away his ability to stay afloat in a true sense of normalcy as an adult — when it's on the verge of destruction and falling to pieces before his eyes, he gives himself to save it with the full expectation to die. he went from the kid who didn't and couldn't care about anything outside of himself and his brother, to finding redemption for his younger self in his police work despite its injustice against him, to willingly sacrificing himself to a world that had never loved him.
he's a desperate people pleaser, socially and emotionally stunted for the adult he had to be as a kid, unable to navigate interpersonal relationships easily yet still trying his damned hardest. he's intensely and entirely devoted to the things that matter to him and for so long it was only him, bolin, and ensuring their survival — yet by the end, that devotion has expanded to protecting the rest of the world. he starts out entirely self-reliant and ends in trusting the people he cares about to know their own needs, to be able to take care of themselves, to be okay without him despite having spent so much of his life defined by his role in others' well-being.
just. what the fuck i'm such a big fan of this fictional guy and i'm unashamed about it at this point. also let him cry please (if you won't i'll do it i'll let him cry)
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earthgrudgefear · 2 months
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@sasodeiweek day 2 ! weakness/vulnerable
didn't get day 1 done but here's day 2, the aftermath of a fight that... didn't go as well as intended. but hey.
"you looked pretty good out there, my man"
"for once. please. shut the hell up."
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1ericayu1 · 7 months
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My Reylo doodles(77/?)  
What are you?
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arminsumi · 7 months
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train strangers
💗 すぐる
suguru is the stranger admiring you on the train, when he's miserably travelling alone to missions.
note : found this in the drafts thought it was kinda koot 🫡
content : fluff n light angst, not proofread
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the train shudders.
geto suguru pays you a common stranger's glance. and when he gets back home, he paints his own nails black. because he thought hey, that stranger on the train looked pretty hot with those black nails.
the next time he sees you on the train, he pays you another common stranger's glance. he notices your straight posture despite there being no need to look so put-together when you're just on a train with unimportant people. and then he straightens his posture, hoping you'll notice it, and notice his black nails, too.
he keeps taking after you, not saying a word. he's just completely curious about this stranger on the train who he sees. would you hug him if you knew that he's coming home after a day of going around exorcising curses and forcibly swallowing down people's negative emotions? would you be sympathetic? would you sit down and talk to him?
he wants you to notice him, he's got a boyish crush on you. he just thinks you're cool. you're pretty. you know, shallow crush stuff.
and he really, really badly wants you to notice him. he's dying for one glance.
so you can imagine he has a visceral response to your random hello. he stutters, he freezes up, forgets his language for a moment.
"hi..." he seems like a misanthropic student to you. and he is. but not towards you; no, he definitely wants to talk to you. wants to socialize. wants to get to know you.
if anything's keeping his mind from feeling crowded with dark thoughts, it's you. and it's so funny. you've had such an impact on him and yet you're only introducing yourselves to each other now.
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kitocrystal · 7 days
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A little snippet that came to mind, since all I’ve been thinking about for the past week and a half is this menace. Should I continue? Let me know what you think x
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“Hey, there he is! Say hi to Translucent everybody!” Homelander said cheerfully, as he wrapped his arm around Translucent’s shoulders, effectively pulling him away from you. The invisible man smiled and waved out to the crowd.
“Hey Homelander,” he responded, smiling as the fans cheered and roared at seeing two of the most famous heroes of The Seven acting like the best friends they all assumed they were.
Homelander kept a smile on his face as he used his other hand to slap Translucent’s chest in what seemed to be a friendly gesture. But you knew otherwise. Homelander’s chuckle faded as leaned in.
“Hey, yeah, if I ever see you fucking look in her direction again I’ll burn a hole into your fucking skull. Indestructible skin, give me a fucking break,” Homelander’s smile widened as Translucent paled, a fake smile still plastered on his lips.
“What? Homelander I-“
“Uh-uh. Nope, you don’t get to fucking speak,” Homelander jostled the invisible man closer to him, still smiling. “This guy, huh?” He called out onto the crowd, his canines glistening as they caught the sunlight. The fans ate the interaction up, cheering louder.
“I won’t repeat myself, you fucking pervert. Look at her like that again and I’ll kill you,” he promised. With one last laugh and shake, Homelander let the invisible man go and waved out to the crowd as everyone roared even louder than before. Translucent turned back to his line of fans waiting to take a picture while Homelander made his way over to you, his smile never faltering. You were bent over, leaning down to take a picture with a little girl who showed up to the event dressed as you. Homelander smiled politely at the girls parents and “humbly” refused their praise as they thanked him for keeping the city safe.
“No, please. You guys are the real heroes. We just wear the suits.” He nodded graciously and you smirk up at him as they leave.
“For someone who just threatened to kill one of our team members, you’re awfully cheerful,” you teased. Homelander playfully rolled his eyes at you, his hands poised behind his back in his signature pose.
“That ungrateful little fuck needs to learn to keep his eyes off of things that aren’t his,” he shrugged, giving a tight smile to another on looker who called out his name and waved.
“Oh is that so? And what exactly was he looking at ‘that wasn’t his’?” You joked sincerely as you smiled out into the crowd again and they chanted your name. Homelander looked down at you again, this time his voice almost as sincere as yours.
“You,” he replied and you laughed, not catching onto his change in tone.
“And pray tell, to whom do I belong to then?” You sassed, and turned to look him in the eye ruefully. Homelander’s gaze was focused solely onto your eyes and your smile faltered slightly at his semi-serious expression.
“Me. Duh.”
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nursedexy · 10 days
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This right here is the image that convinced me Kent Parson was(/is) head over heels in love with Jack Zimmermann and would've done anything to be there for him and make his pain go away.
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galaxygirl8880 · 1 year
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Cale *praying right before a battle*: to the gods who I don't believe in..
Cale: go fuck yourselves
Cale *now feeling much better*: okay I'm done, let's go
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I haven't posted in a while I'm sorryyy-
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kaleidoscopeminds · 1 year
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