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avatardoggo · 1 year

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i'm not a soccer girlie in any way shape or form but this world cup has made me Feel Things esp this game with morocco and portugal. like we just witnessed history. history. morocco being the 1st (FIRST!!!) african team to make it to the quaterfinals and then b e a t portugal to be the first african team in world cup history to go to the freaking semifinals!! like this is history HISTORY and yayaya ik for some ppl iTs JuSt SoCcEr but it's sm more than that. it's about teamwork, about pushing past the limits, ignoring what the rest of the world thinks about you, sweating with your brothers on a field in front of the whole world, it's about representing your country but also your continent which has the stereotype of being nothing but a primitive, third world place with little to offer the rest of the world. sports have sm feeling in them and this world cup i swear i've been moved so close to tears you can feel the dedication and commitment they have not only to each other but to the people of the nation they love.

#idc what anyone says it's not just #nothing is JUST everything is something to someone somewhere and this isn't JuSt soccer it's about what it represents and sasdfghjklfisad #ik i tend to attach feeling to practically everything but how can i not?!#in such a world with sm love and hurt and emotion how could i not seek the feeling that is felt in everything we humans do #morocco did it for morocco but also for africa they did it for all of us and this THIS will inspire every african everywhere but also anyon #who's been told they can not #excuse me whiile i go scream into my pillow and rant about this alone in my room #world cup #world cup 2022 #morocco

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chuuyascumsock · 4 months

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Thinking about how Chuuya loves you selflessly and Dazai loves you selfishly.

Chuuya loves you in the sense that he’d do anything to make you happy, even if it meant that your happiness was with another person. He’s used to people leaving his life, but he feels better knowing that you were one of the ones who left still alive.

Dazai loves you in the sense that he wants you to be happy, but he wants that happiness to be with him. He wants you for himself and he’s unwilling to let you go no matter how much it hurts the both of you in the end because he can’t find it in himself to see anyone else walk out of his life.

#chuuya x reader #chuuya nakahara x reader #dazai x reader #dazai osamu x reader #bsd x reader #I just need a fic about this #hgnnnn #idc abt what anyone says #Dazai may push ppl away but at the end of the day he’s still just a little guy #PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE #Can you tell that I want them #carnally #but also wanna give ‘em a smooch on the forehead

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penelopecolinb · 1 month

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it seems like some of you don't really understand the social implications in regency england for an unpopular debutante when her good friend who also happens to be one of the most eligible bachelors of the ton declares that she's not worthy of courting in her own damn garden after being seen taking multiple liberties with her.

it has nothing to do with the fact that he doesn't return her feelings. it has everything to do with how absolutely careless he was with her. even if he didnt realise he was leading her on, that's what he did. he made things harder for a woman who already had so little by her side. he used to be one of the reasons she could stand being part of the ton, but in that moment he instantly became just like one of her bullies. and obviously that breaks her until she becomes what we saw in the sneak peek for s3.

people will see how her friends treat her and think it's fine to mock her to her face. she is the embarrassment, the laughingstock and it was fine when she thought she had the bridgertons by her side. but now she knows what colin really thinks of her. he validated all the bullies she had, when she was mocked for her looks or her shyness. that is such a painful betrayal, especially when not TWO FUCKING SECONDS ago he claimed that she was special to him!!!!!!!

is that not worthy of grovelling?????? cuz i fucking think it is.

#idc what ANYONE says #colin is going to have to fucking grovel for it #some of ya'll just really dont understand the nuance of regency england society expectations #i cant believe some of you guys think he did nothing wrong and he has nothing to apologise for #he's gonna lose his confidence this season? good #he deserves to know what he almost lost #penelope featherington #polin #bridgerton s3 #bridgerton season 3

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guardians-of-exo · 1 year

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Also someone tell me again why we are letting the rest of the world vote when this is EUROvision! Like go find a different party to crash, this is our thing

#esc 2023 #eurovision 2023 #eurovision #like what if they think this is an actual music contest #and not just fun and glitter?!#this is not supposed to be serious idc what anyone else says #please don’t ruin it for us #not EXO

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justtkatt · 5 months

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IM NOT OKAAAAAAAAY THIS SCENE GETS ME EVERY TIIIIME WAAAAAAAAAH

#red vs blue #rvb #rvb caboose #michael j caboose #s15 was good idc what anyone says #im just distraught every time i watch this scene #like… caboose….waaaah

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dead-chela · 2 months

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I just think that Marvels decision to end The Falcon and Winter Soldier series with Bucky being invited to the family bbq and him and Sam staring at the sunset was the gayest most essential ending to any marvel production ever thank you that’s all

#I just finished the show for a second time #and I already miss them again #idc what anyone says this show was so good and I need them to interact on screen again #tfaws #falcon and winter soldier #sam wilson #bucky barnes #marvel

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killedbyfrank · 1 month

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Is it too much to ask that these two get more interactions in the sequel? It's one of my favorite ships up there with Brickoli and I really want to see more of them!

#besides they're just too cute together #idc what anyone says about them #i still love them to this day #inside out #inside out fandom #inside out 2 #inside out joy #inside out fear #starnerve

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hiagainyou · 1 year

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I want a shy boy

{ ღ cw: dom reader/sub character, feminization and corruption kink if you squint }

{ ღ mdni banner template by the lovely @/omiyours }

Maybe it's the nervousness ya know? The innocence that makes my corruption kink go into full throttle.

It's the progression, the buildup, that always gets me.

The flustering from small compliments, that nervous finger fidget or scratch at the nape of his neck and a cute little smile, or how he tries to hide a smile when you hold hands for the first time in public like he isn't nervous to show you off anymore.

Going from linking pinkies to kissing in public? Like it's cute, trying to steal one when no one's looking or nudging me into a little hideaway just so he can kiss me deeper

I'd have to tease him over it, it's the law actually. How he looks at me with those eyes, all soft and lovey and begging for my lips to press up against his but I act none the wiser. Don't give him what he wants until he asks, no matter how many times he tugs at my clothes or pouts.

"Please?"

"Please what? I can't read your mind honey~"

The little huff of frustration when he sees the glint in my eye.

It's adorable, he's adorable.

Even cuter when I start to sink my teeth into him, leave not so innocent touches that make him twitch or kiss up his neck nice and slowly just to whisper all that filth into his ear.

"You'd let me do anything, wouldn't you?"

And

"You're all mine, aren't you princess?"

Feeling his grip on my hips tighten, how he nods dumbly wen I asks if he wants me, if he needs me, whimpers when I kiss him and whines when I pull away.

He's just so cute, the cutest little baby💕

How he gets bolder in public, tugs me into a bathroom all teary and says how badly he needs it and how he can't wait until we get home.

"Please baby? Please please please, just once? Let me cum once?"

Watching him bite his lip and scrunch up his face, eyes closed tight while his hips eagerly meet mine. Grinding down on him just the way he likes to pull a moan from those pretty full lips. Gettin' him so pussy drunk and dumb that he stops trying to be quiet, so caught up on chasing his high he doesn't hear the way his voice bounces off the walls in a lewd symphony. Every "don't stop", "please", and choked "baby" only making me wanna fuck him faster.

How he holds me tight when he finishes, face buried in my neck as he whimpers a thank you, give him a sweet kiss after he's done trembling and take his big hand in mine.

"Look at the mess you made, how are you gonna clean it up huh?"

#pollination🌼#{ 🥀the garden after dark🥀 }#today's thirst is sponsored by wasabi from big hero 6 #idc what anyone says #that man is fine as hell and i wont him so bad #just LOOK AT HIM #LOOK #please #his face has my name on it #ns/fw imagine #ns/fw post #ns/fw concept #dom reader #sub character

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slashrkiss · 10 days

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So a little bit more about the AU until I make a masterpost: It's only the Smiling Critters but The Hour of Joy still happens technically just for a different reason apart from the canon

This AU is detached from the game and partially the cartoon as well but the Hour of Joy is so iconic for Catnap, I decided to keep it :0 (As well as keeping the prototype but he's a whole different being in this AU)

They are in college BUT this is also a magical girl AU too so they have ✨powers✨ as well and Catnap's are just a lil fucked up, just a smidge

Still figuring out this VHS filter, this is a lot darker in color than I wanted buuuut it's the vibe, it's fine

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amadeusevenstar · 4 months

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the scene where hawk is like “the doctor thinks i might be on the spectrum” and johnny’s like “idk what that is but get off it pronto” is so special to me bc i just know johnny is autistic too lmao

#to me #he is autistic to me #idc what anyone else says i know the truth #cobra kai #karate kid #johnny lawrence #maybe i am just projecting but shhhhhh

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strawhatsoraya · 11 months

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GOJO X FEM READER (eventually gojo x reader x geto) | SFW WC: 1.9k CW: none, it's fluff if anything, awkward teenage exchange, some minor mentions of blood, possible second hand embarrassment, gojo is a little shit no matter the age, high school shoujo romance tropes abound SUMMARY: a high school teen romance (might jump forwards and backards in time as inspiration strikes)--Y/N is quiet and reserved, happy to remain as an outlier. Gojo Satoru is charismatic, dazzling, and popular. Although they're both in the same year, they've never interacted before. At least to Y/Ns knowledge. Gojo seems to have a different version of the events but he's not sharing so willingly.

Years from now, you’d look back at this moment, and realize that it had always been like that. That when you were in pain, when your knees were scraped up and bleeding as they were now, the boy with the mysterious aquamarine eyes would suddenly appear; like a phantom, like a thief, like a gift.

Years from now, your heart would race at the sight of him, just like now but the ache that bloomed would be different. That painful scar would come from a wound yet inflicted.

You stand stupefied just within the entrance of the nurse’s office. There was a clumsiness that haunted your bones, ever since you could remember. The floor and you were greatly acquainted. There currently wasn’t a sharp corner of a desk, or door that you weren’t familiar with. Yet, none of it had stopped you moments ago from tripping over what seemed like air in the courtyard.

It was the laughter of your peers, the weight of shame that propelled you forward, and before you knew it you had been blitzing down the hall wondering why the hell you couldn’t have fallen straight through the earth’s crust. At least you would have died in the hellfire of the earth’s core and not have to suffer this embarrassment.

If you had died then, you wouldn’t be standing there like a fool, staring at the sleeping form of a white haired boy. Even laying still as he was, you recognized him. You may be awkward, and a bit of an outsider, but you weren’t completely unaware of your surroundings. It was hard to not know who Gojo Satoru was. Nervously, you drum your fingers against your thighs, trying to decide on what to do.

Nurse Luci was nowhere to be seen. If memory serves you right, you knew exactly where the first aid kit was. You move quietly, taking big slow steps. Every sound you made seemed amplified. Your fingers grasp the handle of the drawer you were aiming for and pull.

There’s a loud screech. Your heart races. You turn your head slowly. Gojo seems to still be sleeping. You almost scream when he turns his body to face the wall. Your hand now against your mouth, you feel nauseous and foolish. Trying to regulate your breathing, you turn your attention back to the drawer. You clasp the first aid kit with whitening knuckles.

“Taking without permission counts as stealing, you know,” says a voice you don’t immediately recognize.

You scream this time, throwing the first aid kit in the air. It lands with a clatter as you spin in place, breath refusing to come back into your lungs. You think your heart might burst, that you’ll throw up on the floor and your brand new school shoes when you spot Gojo Satoru now sitting casually on the edge of the bed.

It’s painful, the way your heart beats against your cage. It feels too big for the small space. It takes up enough room that it seems hard to breathe.

“I wasn’t stealing,” you say quietly, finding the sense to respond. Gojo Satoru doesn’t seem to care about your logic. He cards his long fingers through his platinum hair, brushing it off his forehead. The sun glimmers through the tall windows of the nurse’s office. Its light is bright, and it shines on Gojo’s fair skin, turning it slightly pink. You watch him wince and bring a hand to shield his eyes.

“Ohhh~” he quips at last, shutting his eyes as he paws at the top of the bedside table. Finally, his white fingers grasp his round dark sunglasses. Gojo quickly puts them on, his shoulders relaxing immediately. “So you’re a liar too. Two for two,” he finishes, bringing up his hand to hold up two fingers.

“I’m not lying!” you protest in a loud hiss, clutching your fists by your side. “I was borrowing it!”

Gojo grows quiet. You choose to take his possible contemplativeness for disinterest. It didn’t matter. You’d never speak to Gojo Satoru again after this. It wasn’t in the cards. You didn’t even hang in the same circles. You didn’t even have a circle.

A wistful sigh flies out of your mouth before you can stop it. You flush, embarrassed at the sliver of hope that you didn’t know you were still clinging on to. Desperate to remove yourself from this situation you kneel down to grab the abandoned first aid kit. It had flown open, sending bandaids, and bandages flying everywhere. You groan to yourself, clumsily gathering all the materials.

The thing with Gojo Satoru was that he didn’t think before he spoke. In fact, even if he did, he almost always said the wrong thing. It was something he would laugh off when brought up. He’d wave a large hand, flash a dazzling smile. It was enough to disarm even the most cautious person. They’d forgive and he would never have to face his own flaws head on.

It still bothered him. It bothered him more than he could ever let on.

The dripping drop of blood from your knee down to your shin, soaking in on your white tube socks catches his attention. Gojo takes a deep breath and pushes off the mattress. You don’t seem to even be bothered by your scraped up knees, kneeling there, shoving things back into the first aid kit case haphazardly.

He kneels down beside you, as your fingers wrap around an iodine swab.

“Clumsy too!” he declares with amusement. You glance up to see his crooked smile, aimed at the top of your curly head. You look away quickly before he can notice the way heat beats on your cheeks until red. “I guess that’s three?” He asks you teasingly, turning his head and lowering himself to slip into your field of vision. He’s holding up those long annoying fingers again.

You look up through your lashes, full of aggravation. He was not only handsome, but annoying. How many crimes could a tall freak like him commit at once?

“So what?” you reply with a pout. You’re trying to keep your tone neutral, but managing your facial expression is an entirely different problem. Gojo laughs silently at your sulking face. “Is that a crime? I’m not hurting anybody.”

“Yeah, nobody but your poor bony knees,” he says with a dramatic frown and pointing at your knees with an index finger.

You suck your teeth and groan, really wishing he would stop pointing at you, or using his hands period. You pointedly ignore the fact that he called your knees bony. Was that an insult?

“Leave me and my bony knees alone,” you insist, nodding your head as you stand up. Gojo stands up with you, holding on to some stray supplies you hadn’t gotten to shove back into the first aid kit.

“Uh, sorry, can’t do that!” he declares with a shrug and a tilt of his head. His fluffy hair sways with his movements. It looks silky and soft. You’re annoyed again.

“Why not?” you ask him, walking past him and towards the bed that Gojo Satoru had now abandoned. “You don’t even know me. It should be easy. Goodbye, Gojo Satoru!” you say sardonically, waving a hand as you plaster a fake smile on your lips. You drop the expression at once, and sit down on the edge of the bed.

Gojo stands in the middle of the nurse’s office, hands slipping into his pockets. You stare back at him, his tall imposing figure. His broad shoulders, and dark glasses make him surreal; something straight out of a book or a TV show. It reminds you of the big gap between the two of you. It’s unbearable to watch any further so you set the first aid kid on the bed, ready to finally patch up your knees and get back to your quiet school life.

“I do know you, actually,” Gojo says softly. His tone comes as a surprise. Usually he sounds playful, mischievous even. There was always something hidden in his words, like a riddle you couldn’t quite figure out. He approaches you as you look up, and takes the first aid kit from the bed.

You breathe out in frustration, ready to go to battle with him again when he takes a seat next to you. There’s a hitch in your breath, one that you try to hide with a cough. You hope the coughing fit also helps restart your heart because at the pace it’s going you might end up in heart failure before your junior year is over. Gojo grabs a few items from the kit that you just can’t seem to pay attention to. You’re too busy trying to calm the trembling in your hands. There’s a high pitch scream that echoes in your head, over and over, as Gojo gently pats the cuts and scrapes on your knees with a gauze.

“We’ve met before, actually,” he says as softly as before; just as softly, he drags an alcohol prep pad up your shin, cleaning the trail of blood that dried there. You try to hide the shiver that courses through your body by laughing sardonically. “You don’t remember. I’m wounded,” he says with playfulness back in his voice.

You feel more at ease when he finally puts large bandaids over each knee. Now you had two ugly knee pads. Wonderful.

“You’re lying,” you tell him as you pat your own knees before bouncing off the bed. There’s electricity in your feet, begging you to run out the door, far far away from Gojo Satoru.

“Hmmm!” Gojo hums contemplatively; and there it was again: the riddle you couldn’t solve, the puzzle behind his small smile. “Am I?” He watches you, not moving from his bed as you back up to the door.

You’re almost out when you turn, feeling out of sorts and slightly guilty.

“Thank you,” you say finally, forcing the words out. Your tongue feels stiff, unaccustomed to this much talking. “For the ugly knee pads.” You point down at them with a winding finger.

Gojo laughs softly, and nods.

“See you around, Knee Pads!” he declares with a grin, and drops backwards on the bed again. He folds his arms behind his head, as you gape at him, face turning red.

“My name is not Knee Pads!” you shout. You begin to formulate an argument, in fact you almost tell him your name until you realize that maybe this was part of his masterplan. “Huh. You almost got me there,” you tell him, pointing at him.

Gojo turns his head slightly to look at you from behind his sunglasses. “Huh?” he replies, confusion weaving in his voice.

“Nothing,” you say. You hesitate, unsure why you couldn’t just leave, like you had wanted to all along. There was a sudden curiosity that grew inside of you. You wanted to know more. You wanted to know if he really had met you before. You wanted to know if he knew your name. How much did he know about you? You wanted to know why he was hiding out in the nurses’ office in the first place when he seemed perfectly fine.

Yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to ask. You roll your eyes at your own indecision and settle for the way things were. You were now Knee Pads, the thief, the liar, the clumsy one. Enough damage had been done. You didn’t need to give Gojo Satoru more reason to wound your pride.

You leave without another word, rubbing a sore spot on your chest, hoping the strange ache would go away on its own; never to return again.

#gojo x reader #gojo x y/n #gojo x you #gojo fluff #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #idc what anyone says i'm entering my shoujo era and you're just gonna have to put up with it or block me

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