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pupkashi · 4 months
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to love is to linger
a/n: i read this in a tiktok comment and i burst into tears, love is such a beautiful thing and i hope every single one u gets to experience this kind of love bc u absolutely deserve it <3
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if there’s anything satoru hates more than being away from you, it’s leaving your home after spending time with you. he can’t help the way his stomach drops and the frown that settles on his lips, the slump in his shoulders and the sparkle that seems to die in his eyes.
“i cant find my keys! guess I’ll have to stay the night” he smiles, already pulling you into his embrace, you don’t resist, not wanting him to go either.
“we both know you already hid them in your jacket pocket, lover” you smile, eyes fluttering shut and melting into his chest a bit, breathing in deeply before pulling away.
satoru is quick to keep you firm in his grasp, pulling you slightly so you wouldn’t move too far from him. “maybe i can help you clean up a bit more? didn’t you wanna sweep?” he asks, hope glittering in his eyes as you look at him with an incredulous smile.
it’s a beat of silence before you place your hands on his chest, pat twice and sigh, “okay yeah, stay for a bit more and help me clean up.”
there’s a giant smile on satoru’s face as the words leave your lips. he’s bounding over to you like an excited puppy, sweeping you off your feet and twirling you around, placing a sloppy kiss on your cheek before setting you down.
“should we put some music on?”
this seems to happen every time satoru had to leave, starting up a conversation just as he was about to reach for his car keys, stringing you along until you’d tell him to sit on the couch again, he could spare 30 minutes right?
there was countless times where he was already out the door, saying goodbye when he’d turn on his heel, eyes wide as he proclaimed, “oh my god i almost forgot to tell you!” before dropping the juiciest gossip known to man.
“are you serious? wait come inside we have to unpack all of this” you’d immediately say, ushering him back in and preparing some coffee or hot chocolate for the two of you.
it would work every time, satoru would practically skip back into your home, snuggling into the couch he’d grown fond of as you began to talk again.
he’d do everything in his power to linger around, even when he’d eventually stay the night with you, having to say goodbye in the early hours of the morning.
“i could stay and make breakfast,” he’d suggest softly, the sun on barely making its way into the sky, the moon bidding the world goodbye.
“toru it’s 6 am,” you mumble, “you’ve been late enough this week,” eyes closing already as you feel your body giving into the clutches of sleep.
satoru pouts, he knows you’re right but doesn’t care that much. “what’re they gonna do? fire me? kill me?” he chuckles at the thought of them trying, kissing your forehead as you open your eyes just to scowl at him. “alright, fine I’ll go, just say you hate me,” he sighs dramatically.
you smile a bit, “cmere,” you mumble, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him in closer to you. satoru wastes no time in plopping himself back into bed, cuddling up to your side. he lets himself relax in your arms, sighing and closing his eyes, not moving for another 10 minutes before he decides he actually does have to get to Jujutsu tech.
“I’ll see you tonight?” he asks, stretching as he stares at you, cozy as ever in the warm blanket he’d bought you.
you nod your head, “and don’t be late, angel boy” you smile, blowing him a kiss as he walks out the bedroom door, catching it and bringing it close to his chest, smiling ear to ear until he’s closing your front door.
even when the two of you move in together, he still lingers as anytime he has to leave, roping you into a conversation, convincing you for just ‘five more minutes’ when your alarm goes off. he’s chasing after your kisses in the doorway, mumbling a quick ‘one more!’ before he’s grabbing you by the waist and deepening the kiss, smiling into it when you easily melt into his touch.
gojo satoru does everything in his power to linger around you when he has to leave. to him every second with you counts, every moment is fleeting and every minute without you seems a minute wasted.
it doesn’t go unnoticed by you, melting your heart when he makes up a blatantly obvious lie to spend even a mere second longer with you.
to love is to linger.
to spend every moment you can with those you love. to do anything in your power to lengthen the time you have with them. to love someone is to spend all day and night with them and dread the moment you have to leave their side.
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avicryptidbard · 7 months
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2: pit
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advicemp3 · 11 months
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what month is it again? 4/30
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arabela25 · 1 year
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Cha Cha Cha, Käärijä - Uuden Musiikin Kilpailu | Finland, Eurovision Song Contest 2023
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cats-inthe-cradle · 1 year
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Another ninjago au idea I've had for a bit so uhh because I love Morro: day of the departed au where Morro ends up as the new master of the temple of airjitzu instead of Yang staying there. So Morro redemption (I mean at that point he's already kinda redeemed?) But anyways he's there haunting the temple and everyone knows it and they all interact with each other. ALSO because I think it would be funny - Yang, who would be human again since he doesn't have to stay behind in the temple this time? Decides to stick around as a "mentor" to the ninja (his words).
So you've got the Ninja currently living at the temple.
Morro haunting the place and just kinda hanging out. Meanwhile I think the ninja would be trying to find a way to make him human again? Or at the vary least try to break the curse so that he can exist outside of the temple.
And Yang who refuses to leave and keeps trying to "impart his wisdom" on the ninja. And is also not being very helpful when it comes to trying to free Morro.
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kingspacebar · 1 year
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Comfort Sketch
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filiseverus · 6 months
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I was 24, just as in love with red hair as I am now. I load cartridges into the barrel of a rifle I will never use, my fingers smell like gunpowder. The boys are singing in the darkness under the stars. Orphans marching towards an unjust war, to displace a people whose land will be a shopping mall in some other lifetime. Sometimes at night I wake up humming the tune, though the words have long since escaped me. I think to myself how great it feels to be their leader, my first taste of power is bright and bitter on my tongue. Tomorrow I will lie still in my warm bed with the sound of the freeway roaring beneath me, but tonight there is nothing but laughter and the sound of frogs and firelight.
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mxliv-oftheendless · 2 years
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KISSteriaverse SpaceChild + gemstones moodboard
Requested by @cosmicrealmofkissteria !
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you said loving her came easy while loving me came like a firing squad but today she flinched when the door slammed
now it’s my turn to speak. i’m not the soft place to lay your head you wanted me to be but i’m also not the girl who towered over you either..
i’m not any version of me that lives in you, but you are the beast that hunts her moments of peace
-you never knew how to let a good thing rest
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finish the story challenge
She sobbed as she thought back to the awful things the two of them said, holding his shirt up to her face to smell the sent of home still lingering. She cried at the thought of everything they'd never get to do, cried for the laughs, the cries, the shouts, the hugs, the kisses, all the things they'd never get to experience together. She cried out at the pain of the ache in her heart, falling to the floor with a heartbreaking scream.
**remember to tag me if you make a new post!!**
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inkskinned · 9 months
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because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.
you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.
you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.
don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.
if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.
you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:
how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!
aren't you happy yet?
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stil-lindigo · 9 months
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bite of winter.
a comic about a princess who died in the snow.
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all my other comics
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flamingthespian · 2 years
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akantorrr · 4 months
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barbedwire-body · 10 months
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Make your pain pretty, wrap a ribbon around your still bleeding wounds and call it art. cleaver pieces of yourself off for consumption. You've never been holy but your body will fill them, communion of pity. Serve your woes with grand stories but no anecdote, to ensure it goes down easy but sinks In their stomach and tears them apart.
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panstarry · 26 days
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my final from last semester that i made into a zine. cooked this one up in a couple hours before the critique (the ink was still wet!), so it's very raw and kind of sloppy but the sentiment is there. i love you trans people of color. we are the backbone of this community 🌟
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