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mads-404 · 2 days
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geto with space buns🧍‍♂️
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gojosbf · 16 hours
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owarinaki · 3 days
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Assassin ..Toji Zenin has met Satoru Gojo before ...
Jujutsu Kaisen [BD Vol.1] EP3 Part 4
Jujutsu Kaisen Blu-ray Disc Recap [All LINKS]
OP1 // OP2:: ED1 // ED2
EP1 1/1 :: 1/2 :: 1/3 :: 1/4 :: 1/5 :: 1/6
EP2 2/1 ; 2/2 ; 2/3 ; 2/4 ; 2/5 ; 2/6 : 2/7 ; 2/8 ; 2/9
EP3 3/1 ; 3/2 ; 3/3 ; 3/4 ; 3/5 ; 3/6 ; 3/7 ; 3/9 ; 3/10 ; 3/11 ; 3/12 ; 3/13
EP8 8/1 : 8/2 : 8/3
EP9 9/1 : 9/2 : 9/3 : 9/4 : 9/5 : 9/6 : 9/7 : 9/8 : 9/9 : 9/10 : 9/11 : 9/12 : 9/13
EP12 12/1 :: 12/2
EP14 14/1 :: 14/2 :: 14/3 :: 14/4 :: 14/5
Feral Gojo part 1 // part 2 // part 3
Sukuna Gifs 1 // 2
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sleepy-sham · 21 hours
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A non-AOT meme dump!!! what a concept!!! ((Big Post™ 5))
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more jjk memes
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thundersbugs · 3 hours
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clingy
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wum19sn · 13 hours
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when given two options, people often come up with a third one
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ookaryi · 16 hours
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Avert your eyes
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babe-in-red · 3 days
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It's crazy to think that Gojo thought that Geto was as strong as him in every aspect. From jujutsu to physical and mental strength. He thought that if he was okay, then his best friend, who had been in the same crazy shit as he, would be fine too. They had each other in that madhouse, so he thought they'd be just fine.
Gojo had such a strong faith in Geto that it made him look naive.
Everyone who's mad at Gojo for letting Geto go needs to look at the true nature of their relationship.
How can you be mad at Gojo, who had such a deep trust in his best friend that he believed he would tell him if anything was going on? They must have been through that many times, and each time Geto opened for Gojo. Unfortunately, that one time, he didn't, and it went downhill. That happens more often than you would think. Life gets in the way of everything.
Don't be a fool.
Gojo trusted Geto with his life, he was his equal in every aspect. There was no barrier between them.
He trusted Geto until the very last moment.
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mikis23 · 2 days
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Kiss!!! 💋💋💋
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suniteh · 2 days
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They’re just two high school boys on a break from music club activities
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lvryuu · 6 hours
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me when my card declines at therapy and they bring up how gojo looks at the black fish which represents geto but geto closes his eyes to ignore the white fish which represents gojo
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lilliesinthevalley · 2 days
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no more geto awful personality erasure. he sucks as much as gojo does. actually he sucks more. “satoru!! it’s been so long!!” like i just know gojo finally understood what everyone who deals with him feels like on a regular basis. they are the only two people in the world who could stand each other.
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kdjojo · 2 days
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HWY HEY HEY SO I MADE SOME GOJO X READER HEAD CANNONS!! ><
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He leaves you for another man
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akagof · 2 days
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fushiglow · 3 days
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satosugu mailman au 💌
a very special delivery for @kymsys's birthday! how many days will it take for satoru to fall in love with his new mailman? let's find out!!
here's part one for my tumblr pals to enjoy! however, i'll be posting this work over quite a few days over on twitter/x, so please head over there if you want to follow along! if you don't have an account, i'll be uploading the entire thing to my ao3 when it's done — so don't fret ♥️ enjoy the fic!!
There were three things Gojō Satoru loved above all else: sweets, scale model kits, and sleep. He was a simple man in that sense — really, he asked for very little except a healthy supply of sugary treats, the occasional plastic mech, and an undisturbed lie-in seven days a week. So, when the shrill ring of his doorbell wrenched Satoru from a beautiful dream at exactly 8am on a Monday morning? Needless to say, he wasn’t pleased. Now, Satoru wasn’t an unreasonable person. He understood that the rest of the world started moving a little earlier than him — which is why Satoru had taken special measures to protect his precious rest without hindering anyone else. He’d chosen a job that allowed him to work from home, forgone the company of a housemate in favour of living alone, and — most importantly for a hobbyist like Satoru who ordered more kits, paints, and crafting tools than any one person needed — installed a secure parcel drop box outside his front door, preventing the need for anyone to pester him. That’s why Satoru didn’t bother getting out of bed after the first ring, assuming that the person who’d decided to disturb him would eventually figure it out for themselves. Perhaps they were a bit slow though — because less than thirty seconds later, the doorbell came screaming through the house again. Swearing into his pillow, Satoru pulled the duvet up to his ears. All he could do was hope they’d leave quickly so he could snatch at least some sleep in the 45 minutes left until his alarm went off. No such luck. Right when Satoru thought it was safe to relax, the doorbell started up again — and this time, it didn’t stop. With a stream of profanities falling from his lips, Satoru hauled himself out of bed, seeing red as he stomped down the stairs and marched across the hallway to the front door. He flung it open with a frustrated snarl, preparing to share some choice words with the impatient piece of shit on the other side — only for his insults to die on his tongue at the sight of the man standing before him. The broadest shoulders he’d ever laid eyes on; thick arms, tanned and toned; a muscular torso tapering down to a tiny waist — and all packaged in a uniform, for god’s sake. When Satoru finally managed to lift his jaw off the floor, he looked up at the man’s face and the damn thing unhinged from his skull all over again. He was all sharp cheekbones and sunkissed skin and the sweetest smile Satoru had ever seen. Perhaps a little too sweet now that he really looked at it. ‘I think your doorbell is broken.’
Sure, the guy was hot — easily the prettiest person Satoru had ever seen — but that didn’t stop his eye from twitching at the blatant passive aggression masked behind that sickly sweet smile. Satoru matched it with one of his own. ‘I assure you, it’s not.’ ‘Oh, I’m so sorry!’ Satoru didn't think he seemed sorry in the slightest — even if his voice did sound like melted chocolate. ‘I’ve got a parcel for Gojō Satoru?’ When hot mailman tilted his head to the right, a lock of glossy black hair fell into his face. Too short to secure in his bun and too short to tuck behind his ear, he simply brushed it away from warm eyes the colour of honey. Satoru wondered if every part of him was as gorgeous. ‘It needs a signature.’ Shocked out of his stupor, Satoru's gaze travelled to the box at the right of the door. ’The regular guy always puts them in there.’ Hot mailman simply beamed at him. ‘Do I look like the regular guy to you?’ No, Satoru thought. There’s nothing regular about you. As though he could read minds, hot mailman winked at him. ‘Then I’ll need a signature, please.’ And god — he was so effortlessly charming that, for the first time in his life, Satoru found himself speechless. For a long moment, he simply stood there, gawping like an idiot. When hot mailman eventually quirked an amused eyebrow in his direction, Satoru had no choice but to take the signature pad being waved at him, managing to make a hash of his name before wordlessly handing it back. Having completely and utterly embarrassed himself, Satoru had started to retreat into the safety of his home when a strong hand closed around the edge of the door. Hot mailman popped his head around the side. ‘You forgot your parcel.’ Satoru watched those amber eyes as they slid down the length of his body — and hot mailman's sickly sweet smile morphed into a devilish grin. ‘Your clothes, too.’ Glancing down at himself, Satoru’s heart stopped in his chest when he realised he’d answered the door in nothing but his boxers — and not fitted Calvin Kleins that emphasised what he was working with either. No, the ratty, stretched out Digimon boxers he’d owned since he was 17. With a mortified squeak, Satoru snatched the parcel from hot mailman’s hands and slammed the door in his face, uncaring of whether his stupid bangs got caught in the doorframe. Tossing the package onto the floor, Satoru brought his palms to his rapidly heating cheeks, taking a moment to stare into the silence of his hallway. Then, he summoned all the air in his lungs and let out the single loudest ‘fuck!’ he’d ever produced. Hot mailman’s beautiful laughter travelled down the entire length of the driveway.
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artist9314 · 2 days
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Stsg China vibes✨
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