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yi3248 · 1 month
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together
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hellenhighwater · 1 year
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I'm out here on a blanket so malice can Touch Grass or whatever and I gotta say
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She sucks at this.
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Winter is really insanily beautiful. It is also the worst time possible to be alive. Those bears are on to something.
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lazylittledragon · 5 months
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i'm sorry but "He likes digging holes" had me ROLLING that's so funny
he's OVERSTIMULATED
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vidkun · 4 months
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burrow
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st-hedge · 6 months
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Is it really halloween season without a hot wolf boy moment (twili link but for some reason he is turning into a wolf)
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riaki · 6 months
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moneyload | satoru gojo x reader (implied fem)
this is for @satoruoo + everyone who’s tired of my angst | 1k wc
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satoru likes spoiling you.
no— like would be the world's greatest understatement. satoru feels about spoiling you the way he feels about you— he doesn’t just like you, he‘s utterly enamored with you. if you asked, he'd move mountains for you. or give up a portion of his candy; both are equitable in his bright eyes. he loves you so much that he'd skip a basketball session with suguru or leave in the middle of the fight to throw the leftover scraps of a cursed spirit to whoever was unlucky enough to be there at the time; you're more important. you've always been.
yeah, that’s gotta be it. a perfect way to paint his feelings for you on a pure canvas brightened by your smile, light as a feather and lively as the sun. and you're completely deserving, he thinks— you, who's always been so patient and kind with him.
as such, he thinks it’s a crime to waste such a beautiful figure on things less than lavish dress and delicate jewelry; but to be honest, he thinks you could don a potato sack and still make it look exquisite. nevertheless, each time you protest when he drapes another dainty necklace glittering with gems cut from a million-dollar wallet and 58 facets (all the reasons he loves you— that's what he calls them.), he shushes you promptly with a swift, sweet kiss; you get a noseful of his expensive cologne every time he sidles up to you and gets comfortable. which, for the record, is quite often.
out of everything he gets you; bouquets of beautiful speckled flowers that look as if a painter dumped their entire palette of pastels and pretties onto the petals, sweet chocolates dark with the tiniest amount of cherry liquor in the center ("i don't need them— i already get drunk off of you, sweetheart!"), fragrant perfume or the latest comfortable clothing that catches his eye (this one's less common. he likes it better when you're only in his clothes.), jewelry is the one he always finds his way back to the most often.
why? well, if you ask him— there's nothing better than being sprawled on your couch with his head in your lap, nuzzling into your warm hand as he catches a whiff of the perfume he gifted you last week paired with the reddest rose he could find on your wrist. your hands card through his hair, and he uses the opportunity to catch your arm before you can move any further, giving you a smug grin as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a box.
(it's a little embarrassing the amount of times you've thought he was going to propose from that alone.)
you'll open it, and it'll be a pretty silver necklace that matches the one around his neck, or a gold ring with ornate details that he slips onto your fingers after taking your hand in his and pressing a kiss to your knuckles with a smile and a laugh. sometimes it's a bracelet adorned with rich jewels the color of your eyes; maybe something rose quartz to represent the flush on his cheeks you always seem to elicit or a marigold yellow to show the pure joy he gets from being around you. if you ask him about it, he'll just say, "i wasn't kidding when i said i get drunk off of you, baby." with a boyish giggle that's far too charming to not have been used in his younger years to get his way and a sweet little wink of an afterthought that has your heart racing.
on the occasions when the gift is far less... appropriate, you'll always sigh and chastise him with a shake of your head because you both know the fabric will be torn to shreds in a matter of a few minutes. he does it anyway, though. he's always been a little bit of a brat in that sense.
whatever it ends up as, satoru absolutely adores seeing your reactions; the cute flush on your cheeks when you accept it with a little thanks and a kiss to his cheek, leaning forward on the tips of your toes because he's too tall for his own good. maybe even to hook a finger around the bridge of his sunglasses for lips to lips, if he's lucky. of course, he knows he doesn't have to buy your affection— you've made that abundantly clear in moments he doesn't like to think about as anything more than vulnerability when he's worn out, but there's just something about you that makes him want to pile it on. he's always had more money than he knows what to do with, anyway.
and maybe, just maybe— one day he'll dare to hope for a future past school hallways, flattering dresses and skirts or sneaky kisses when he's a little sweaty and his jacket is in your arms and you're on the bleachers, hijacking shoko's pack of cigarettes while the squeak of shoes on the gym floor and the sound of a basketball rattling in the hoop fills your ears. past nights when you're curled up in his arms and he can comfortably rest his head in the crook of your neck, tucked away where it always should be (and always will be).
he'll hope for days when he gets to wake up to you by his side, a silver band with so much more meaning than the fifth one he's given you that week on your ring finger and a matching one on his own, because satoru loves you so much that he'd empty out the vaults of a bank just to make you smile at him. not in the hollow way his father always had at home, or in the obligatory resolute smiles of the servants on his estate, but in a genuine way; a way no one else (except his mom) had ever come close to because if he sold everything he ever had for you, his world would still be right in front of him, holding his hands and kissing his face in spontaneous bursts of love, like shooting stars dancing across his cheeks as a way of thanks.
...so, maybe satoru likes spoiling you so much because you always seem to return tenfold.
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if u looked at my search history you'd see 'how many cuts does a diamond have' and 'what are the chocolates with alcohol in them called' my (riaki) stuff. don't repost and/or plagiarize !
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sewatari · 5 months
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Warm 'Waddle
❄️(#・∀・)❄️
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grifpaw · 5 days
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well i hear valhalla is quite lovely this time of year...
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essektheylyss · 17 days
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"I am made of metal and wires, but I am alive."
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who up still crying over a bot? 🙋🏼‍♀️
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hedgehog-moss · 1 year
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I love being higher than the clouds hovering over the valley and seeing them slowly make their way towards me without changing altitude, and suddenly bump their noses into trees. A disconcerting moment in a cloud’s life. What is the ground doing here I thought I was in the sky
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chamoemileclown · 2 months
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richas as a mooshroom?
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femmespoiled · 3 months
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you know, love mellows you out, it does, in a way that feels like taking a breath after feeling suffocated, coming home after a long day, opening your arms and settling into a hug, a long and warm one. In a way that allows you to feel settled and safe in your identity, you no longer have to keep moving it around in your hands. It mellows you out when you no longer have to fight to be seen.
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its-your-mind · 8 days
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the stakes are realer now than ever
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and this loss cannot be in vain.
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re-bon-bon-san · 20 days
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Happy Birthday, @huskersbar ! <3333. I love you my sweet baby. I hope you enjoy your cute little cursed blinking loaf that I spend 3+ days on, hahaha. Thanks @lu-lus-duckies for helping with the animation. <333 @nunalastor @voxthepope @the-aprilfools-bitch @et3rnal-ash @fujillamaparadise @lucifersruberduck @xluciferseyeshadowx @xxx-angie @butterflies-and-roaches @hazbinficsandstuff-eyeshadow @lilithandsappho @velvette3 @xoxo-ashur-xoxo @leonidele-rambles @voxtek-enterprises @helluvautism @theroachking2930
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*Casper shoots awake in the middle of the night, it was that nightmare again..*
*They see that Claire’s asleep in a bed with them, so they carefully climb out of bed away from Claire*
*They walk around, keeping sol bag on them, it holds so many important things.. things to help Casper never forget, things to remind them of those lost and who remains, their Mothers yellow pillow case, their Fathers empty gun magazine, their older siblings glasses chain, their older brothers tan baseball cap, their younger brothers inhaler. These things never leave their bag, these memories stay with them always, even when they go to sleep Casper just tightens the strap before sleeping*
*Soon they come upon the foyer, they sit on the concrete and stare up at the sky silently, before moving to hop off of the foyer and onto the grass, wincing at their socks getting soaked in dew. They lie down in a patch of purple, red, and teal flowers as Casper stares at the night sky, fireflies lighting up the area so their not scared*
*They have a far away feeling that something bad is going to happen, their shadow does not warp, but their head still pounds from the earlier activities, and their vision is still fuzzy, maybe it’s not the best idea to be out and about in the chilly night air with maybe a concussion?*
*The child that has faced too much in too little time stares at the sky anyway, their small healing cuts screaming at the cold dewy grass*
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( @the-excellent-papyru or @sagehyperfixates )
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