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str1peysocks · 2 years

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i feel like, in response to being called mudblood, muggle borns would call purebloods inbred

#harry potter #i can totally see this happening #look me in my eyes and tell me this wouldn't happen

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str1peysocks · 2 years

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A GIRL WHO LIKES YOU.

everything is in pink, rose-tinted.

i have no guts to talk to you but every interaction i have, i replay over and over at night. i cant sleep. everything feel better when i wake up, it's my greatest hobby to like you.

whenever romance is mentioned, i think of you, and seeing us act like a couple in my head makes me squeal inside. making you laugh makes me feel like god, like i could do anything. i love being the reason for your laughter and happiness just like you are to me. i wish you felt this way about me too, i want you to think of me the way i think of you. the way i avoid crossing paths with you because im too awkward to talk to you but still stay there because i like looking at you, you're the reason i wake up early.

you're the person i want to see everyday. i try to be the one pick up your pencil everytime you drop it, to lend you paper everytime you leave yours at home, to hand you a pen when you don't have one, to open doors for you, to help with your hair when you need it.

i'm a show off for you, ill be your anything. your smile is addicting, you make want to do anything just for you to show it again. sometimes i wonder if you replay our interactions in your head too, if they make you smile unknowingly, if your friends ask you who you're thinking about when you zone out and you immediately think of me, if you remember me.

we're friends now, you laugh at my jokes, you sit with me at lunch and recess, we study together. i've seen your home, you've seen mine. your other friends know, they catch me staring at you everytime you laugh, they catch me smiling wide at just the mere mention of your name, they catch me buying you gifts every holiday no matter how insignificant. they know its just an excuse to give you something anyway, but they don't say anything. they just watch.

they watch as someone new talks to you in the hallway, they watch as that someone makes you laugh more than when you're with me, they watch as you stare at him with a dazed smile; how you would instinctively smile whenever they teased you about him, how you would find excuses to spend time with him and make him smile the way you do. they watched, i watched, and i saw it all. after all, how can i not recognize myself in someone else. i watched as you act like me, but for somebody else.

maybe i was kidding myself, i went to far ahead. who even made think you liked girls, let alone me? the pink is fading, the roses are wilting, maybe this was a one time thing. just so happened that i came to love you instead of any other girl that could like me back. it's not a big deal, this is just puppy love. it's highschool, it shouldn't even be that much of a big deal to me, but why do i feel my throat sting everytime i see you smile with him.

you're still so pretty, and i'm glad there's someone you can experience highschool romance with, even if it's not me. i'm glad you're experiencing the things i've experienced. waking up just to see you at school, waiting at every opportunity to spend time with you, i wonder if you noticed. did you? i hope not, that would've been embarassing.

i don't think that anyone would get it unless they've experienced this. sometimes i wish i didn't like girls. i wish you could like me back, i wish i never liked you.

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str1peysocks · 2 years

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GRIEF

draken finds himself hung up on the idea of what could've been

he visits emma's grave for the 5th time this week. everytime he is always disappointed. have you ever felt the feeling of feigning acceptance? feeling like you're over it, your brain ignoring everything that has happened, like the sea pulling the water all the way back, just to hit you with a tsunami. it's like feeling the void of grief swallowing you piece by piece everytime reality washes over you. soon there won't be any pieces left, and you'll be forced to piece yourself back together.

everytime, he goes home, has a nice day, and then suddenly emptiness hits him. he feels the need to visit her again. each time he remembers that she's gone it's like his mind makes him forget another piece of her. first it was her voice, why? why can't he remember her voice? then it was her laughter, something he used to listen to a lot; like a replacement for his favorite song. her voice, her face, her smile, every memory that he's clinging to is gradually fading.

it's ironic how he only remembers her at the worst times. he only remembers her when his life feels empty, when his hobbies are maxed out, when he feels numb, when he can't do anything to distract himself about life. when he actually tries to remember her, all the memories are gone. nothing. his memories are playing hard to get.

god he wished he was more open with his feelings, he wished everything was okay, he wished he was alright, he hoped he'll be alright. he knows it won't be the end of the world, but sometimes he wished it was. why does the world keep going? why can't time just stop for once? it's tiring to know that the world will keep moving, with or without him, with or without emma.

#tokyorev #tokyo revengers #tr #draken #emma sano #draken ryuguji #draken x reader #emma x reader #tokyo rev headcanons #tokyo rev fluff #tokyo rev angst #tokrev angst #tokyo revengers x reader #tokrev x reader #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers angst #tokyo revengers fluff #tokrev fluff

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str1peysocks · 3 years

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DEAR MAKI,

dear sister, i never thought you were obligated to stay, nor did i think that people should compensate for my trauma.

dear sister, i hoped you wouldn't leave me here. i was disappointed by my own beliefs.

dear sister, i tried so hard to prove that you were doing things wrong. i don't think i was good enough for that.

dear sister, i always thought you were being selfish for leaving me alone,

dear sister, i was selfish too. i was selfish for stopping you from doing what you wanted just so i could do what i wanted.

dear sister, i never told you but i was really happy you acknowledged me that day of the competition.

dear sister, i never wanted to stop you from leaving.

dear sister, i thought you'd stop yourself, i thought you would take me with you.

dear sister, i couldn't follow you. i wasnt good enough to follow you, was that it?

dear sister, you said we'd always be together. you said we would be partners.

dear sister, you lied.

dear sister, i'm sorry.

dear sister, those were the same words i wanted you to say when you left.

dear sister, all i wanted was an apology. all i wanted was that you look at me.

dear sister, ihated the way you didn't look back. you never spared me a glance.

dear sister, please look at me. please look at my tears, please feel bad for me.

dear sister, at least tell me i was worth something to you.

dear maki, i don't think i can call you my sister anymore.

mai.

(guys i wrote this before i read the manga pls--)

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str1peysocks · 3 years

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DEAREST FRIEND,

you were there for me when i was alone. don't get me wrong, i always felt alone—no matter how many people surrounded me; but somehow you were the closest to me. you were right next to me, even of it felt like you were miles away. you understood me—if not at least a little bit. it made me wonder if you were like me once. were you? you didn't seem like it. then again, i dont seem like myself either. am i even myself? do i even have a self? well, it doesn't matter. you made me feel more human. the thought of being like you, the thought that you were once like me, plagued my head. you reminded me of getting better.

i always admired your morals. it felt like they were set in stone. how—why did you follow them so stubbornly? isn't it human nature to give in to the easier route? you never gave in to the easier route. that made me feel guilty for myself. why couldn't i have done it like you? what happened? why does it have to be me, i don't feel human, why am i the one to succumb to human nature? at least that's a part of me that's human.

but hey, who knows? maybe you did take the easier route, that's why you were here right? that's why. . .

i took the chance to be like you. you're actions, your morals, your understanding of me, made me feel more human. i did what you said because a life worth living is nothing without the human experience.

you know, i don't think i've healed, i don't think i'll ever heal, but i've been better i suppose. i found some. . . peculiar people. i left the mafia and i don't regret it. thank you, friend.

ps. you know. . . before i left, i met someone who reminded me of you

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str1peysocks · 3 years

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THE STRONGEST

in his last moments, gojo thought; he was the strongest. how typical. the world would be a worse place without him, he thought.

because he was the strongest, right?

he was always a selfish man, he hoped the world would go a little slower than it did before. he hoped, someone would take time out of their day to visit him. he hoped, someone would remember him—no, he hoped someone would mourn him. he knew no one would forget him, how could anyone forget an overpowered douche like him?

in reality, he knew no one would really mourn him. the world would go on as it always did. no one really liked him. most of that was his fault. exactly how many people actually liked being around him? most of them are either dead or hate him. how many people had he saved? a lot, and they are probably either dead or hate him now. how many people actually liked spending time with him? none. well, not now but back then. . . he at least had some people.

he didn't like being alone. but no matter how much he disliked it, he still was alone. he thought it didn't matter now. this is what he did to himself. he thought he could do it alone, but it was okay; because he was the strongest, right?

he wondered if his students would visit him, or if other teachers would. he wondered what they would say at his funeral, if they even held one. he wondered if they actually liked him, or actually only put up with him. it was probably the latter, but he didn't like admitting defeat.

he wondered if they would cry. he wondered if they would miss him. would they tell good stories about him? would they even speak about him at all?

they'll mourn him. they'll be sad. the school will miss him. they'll visit his grave. they'll have a funeral. people will cry because he's gone. that's what he hoped. he always assured himself, it's okay. im the strongest.

they'll remember me, right?

he doesn't want to be strong forever. but sometimes he just thinks that the only way he'll be remembered is because of his strength. he was only there because he was useful. he was only there because of his strength. people only put up with him because they have to. that's fine, he supposed.

at least i'll be remembered

there was one thing itadori yuji had never mentioned. no matter how much he liked his mentor, he was the one person his grandfather never wanted him to be. because much like his grandfather, he died alone.

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str1peysocks · 3 years

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MASTERLIST !! 🍯

[5:53 PM]

THE STRONGEST.

ONE DAY.

HUMANITY.

A LETTER TO HUMANITY,

HUMILIATION.

DEAREST FRIEND,

DEAR MAKI,

A GIRL WHO LIKES YOU

GRIEF

#bsd #aot #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #bungo stray dogs #attack on titan #tokrev #tokyorev #tr #tokyo revengers

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str1peysocks · 3 years

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[5:53 PM]

everyday mikey notices, and it shatters him that even chifuyu doesn't notice it. everyday he walks past him and sees that chifuyu by habit leaves out enough peyoung yakisoba for baji.

chifuyu doesn't even notice, and the others who notice this happening just leaves him alone because they know that chifuyu's brutal realization that the noodles went cold was enough to tell him.

everyday chifuyu doesnt notice but at the end of the day, he comes back to uneaten noodles. he keeps reminding himself to stop doing this but the first thought he gets when he buys peyoung yakisoba is sharing with baji.

chifuyu feels guilty every time he doesn't feel alone. he feels that he needs to be heartbroken to be considered a true friend of baji. but its more than just that, the reason he doesn't feel alone is because he is still convinced that one day baji will sit beside him and eat with him.

and as he heals from grief, he starts to feel more alone. the days start to become longer, he starts to feel the need to speed through the day. sleep it through, and hope that one day, he doesn't wake up anymore.

he starts to be reminded that baji is gone through out the day. it wasnt just at night anymore, it seemed like everything he did was just past tense.

it felt like a long wait for something, like when you were a kid and desperately waiting for your birthday. that was him, just dreaming about how this was going to be a long cruel dream. a shit prank. anything but reality.

one night he just stares at the wall and tears slip from his eyes. ah, he thinks. so this is grief. the world seems empty, there's nothing worth doing anymore. there's nothing to look forward to. there's no one to automatically think of when you want to do something. there's no one to tell all your jokes too, there's no one to hang out with, no one to eat with. theres no one to experience life with anymore.

it's in these moments where im reminded of how humans are such lonely creatures, we often want somebody to be with. platonically or romantically. there is this harsh realization, when we realize that we're all alone even if we're not. there are so many strangers around the world, and you're all alone. how do you think it feels when you start to think of how you could've prevented this loneliness?

just one simple mistake. something you didn't do, or something you did. and now you stand alone. again. again? it didn't seem like that. oh you don't remember? you were alone once, and you were okay. but it didn't seem like that because the past wasn't a thing when you were experiencing life with someone. it was always a given when you're with them. you thought the present was all that mattered. you thought that you would always be life buddies. well its the past that matters the most now. feel your emotions and get moving, you're digging a grave drowning yourself in your guilt and grief. but i bet that's what you want, dont you?

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