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tepehkwi · 5 months
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btw when are 'leftist' anarchists going to wake up from their utopian fantasy world daydream and realize that the rest of us aren't going to fucking take them seriously because they have more in common with "we want small government" conservative libertarians than they do with actual leftists?
like what exactly are your plans for disabled people? do you accept that you might actually have to come up with laws? laws to guarantee that disabled people aren't going to fucking get left behind and trampled over in your stupid cottagecore ass commune idealized version of the future? what are you going to do for indigenous people to make sure we aren't steamrolled over? you think we're all going to be living in lawless utopia autonomous zones? have you considered whose land you're still occupying in conjuring up those anarchist fantasies? and how about doctors? does your anarchist vision of the future still have the infrastructure in place to make sure the person i'm seeing for my chronic illness is licensed? and are you also willing to accept that you might have to come up with laws that don't even exist yet, laws that prevent doctors from abusing and over-extending their power over intersex and disabled and trans people and women and people of color and our bodily autonomy? do anarchists actually know what it means to protect the vulnerable?
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earthtooz · 1 year
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hurt/comfort blurb based off an ask @missmeinyourbones received :3
gojo x gn!sorcerer!reader, he's ridiculous, lovesick and dramatic in the one but that's how we like him here so. enjoy!!
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“where is our couch?”
gojo looks up at you from his phone, grinning at you gently with the small smile that he always wears; one you’ve come to adore over the years. this time, however, it does nothing but irritate you because there is a large, vacant space in the living room that has ‘gojo satoru’ written all over it.
“what do you mean?” he asks but the lilt in his tone tells you everything you need to know.
that one, gojo has everything to do with your missing couch. two, you have fallen for his bait, successfully tricked into talking to him because three hours ago, you refused to acknowledge his existence after a heated argument that ended with you promising to sleep on the couch. yet after one harmless trip to the supermarket, you come back to discover that your bed for the night was missing.
and you know him well enough to know that his giddiness stems from the fact that you’re finally giving him the attention he’s been craving for the past few hours.
“where. is. our. couch?” you reaffirm, emphasising each word so they can get through his thick skull. 
“is it not in the living room?”
he sounds almost delighted at this peculiar interaction, seeming proud of himself as his eyes shine with mirth. they bravely look into your frustrated and irritated ones.
“i am in no mood to bicker, gojo,” you begin, “either you tell me where our couch has gone or i kick you out.”
the sorcerer pouts from where he sits on the bed, curling into a ball as he stares up at you. the sight would’ve been more comical if you weren’t so mad. “that’s not very nice.”
“you don’t deserve nice,” you mutter, turning on your heels to walk away before gojo can melt you with those honeyed words of his. from the bedroom, you hear fumbling and rustling, followed by footsteps. 
instead of paying gojo any mind, you go to the kitchen counter where you left the many bags of groceries you bought.
he rests his elbows on the kitchen island, subliminally begging for an ounce of your attention whilst you sort through the bags. “would you like some help?”
you give him a brief side-eye before resuming. his pout worsens.
“if i tell you what happened to our couch, will you promise to sleep on the bed tonight?” pleads the white-haired, “with me?”
you sigh, “yes.”
“i warped it somewhere.”
“what?” you almost drop the carton of eggs in your hold. “what do you mean ‘somewhere’?”
“somewhere in jujutsu tech, i’m not really sure.” he cringes at the glare you shoot him. “i was gonna get it back if you agreed!”
that was your last straw. running a hand down your face, you don’t see the way that your lover stares at you with hope from the corner of your eye. 
“for goodness’ sake, why did you warp our couch?” you quiz. 
“because you were going to sleep there,” he murmurs, “and i didn’t know how else to change your mind.”
“you’re twenty-three, gojo. you should know a thing or two about how to reconcile properly by now.” 
his pout worsens at the use of his family name. “i am a man in love, y/n, do you know what they say about men in love?”
before you can even think of a snarky remark, realisation hits you like an anvil. whenever gojo uses his teleportation technique it always… leaves… something behind. 
rushing over to the carpet that used to be under the couch, you almost have a heart attack when you lift it up and see the scorched marks that occur as a byproduct. the white-haired leans against the kitchen island innocently, whistling.
“and what are you planning on doing about this?” you shriek. you try to remain calm, really, but it’s hard to do so because gojo has an affinity for driving you to the brink of insanity.
“i will get someone to fix it, i promise!”
“and will they not be suspicious that there are marks in our floor?”
“a little bribery never hurt nobody, and i have a lot of money to bribe someone successfully. plus, i have connections in the jujutsu world!”
you drop the carpet, giving up. “i’m calling shoko to crash at hers for the night-”
“-then i’ll warp her house.”
“can you even do that? a couch is pretty impressive already.”
“so you think i’m impressive?”
“gojo.”
“i don’t know if i can teleport a house but i’m always willing to try.”
you hate him, you decide. “even if you could warp a house, you shouldn’t, because shoko will kick your ass.” 
“but you’ll protect me, won’t you?” 
you say nothing, merely glancing at your boyfriend before reaching for your phone in your pockets. however, before you could even unlock the device, gojo is beside you, crouched down to your level. he maintains a respectable distance, one that does not invade your personal space whilst fulfilling his need to be close to you. 
“are you actually leaving?” he whispers brokenly, completely changing the atmosphere as his eyes begin to shine with tears that threaten to spill. 
your words are lodged in your throat at the pitiful sight. whilst some part of your brain curses you for giving in so easily, the other part that loves gojo (who are you kidding, all of you loves him) begins to feel a little bad.
he continues, reaching for your hand to play with your fingers, “please don’t leave. i’m sorry for what i said when we were arguing. i love you,” he pauses for a second before adding as an afterthought: “a lot.” 
gojo’s apology, although a little awkward and rushed, is nothing short of endearing, successfully quelling the waves of frustration and anger you’ve been feeling for the past few hours. although the hurt has not completely faded, it’s a little less suffocating to be around him now.
his life is far from normal, you understand that, and you realised that it would be something you had to deal with when you started dating him in your last year at jujutsu tech. but you fell for gojo because of his sporadicity. life may have not been the same ever since, but in a world where all you are gifted is targets on your back in exchange for keeping lives safe, his love is a refreshing oasis for you to return to when all is said and done. 
even though he expresses it through unconventional ways, such as teleporting your couch because he was heartbroken at the prospect of being away from you, you think it’s a fair trade. 
as a way of accepting his apology, you open your arms for him and the white-haired doesn’t even let a second pass by before he’s crashing into you. 
it’s comforting, the way he holds onto you like you’ll slip from his grasp otherwise. “i’ll go get our couch back soon,” he mutters into you, squeezing your waist a little tighter.
“we’re having a moment, gojo, please don’t mention the couch or i’ll be angry again.”
“sorry,” the white-haired raises his head to look at you, “can i at least get nickname privileges back?”
“you’re ridiculous,” you huff, “no.”
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opens-up-4-nobody · 1 year
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Once I was scrolling thru naruto fics and saw the tag "buisnessman!Kakashi" and all I could think about was Kakashi being a child businessman, owning all the konoha adults at doing business while wearing an oversized suit and tie. That idea is so fucking funny to me.
#obito: that kakashi! hes always showing me up by getting better deals than me >:-(#also just the idea of lil child Kakashi showing up at a business meeting and sealing the deal with an outline written in adorablly childish#handwriting. written in crayon lol#call this the naruto businessman au#every ninja is a business person and it exactly parallels canon. that is my dream#sealed inside naruto is the partial spirit of the ultimate buisnessman but its too powerful and everyones afraid#fucking hashirama's face on the wall as the company founder lmao rip madara: fuck this company ur brother embarrassed my brother so bad#at deal making that he died. im gonna tear it all down. face me hashirama! deal for deal. ill become the ultimate businessman ill control#the world and put an end to all this business!#oh got its so weird like the founders waterpark au that i also keep deep in my heart#anyway this is weird wtf am i doing. procrastinating and its like almost 11 i should keep writing or go to sleep lol#but wait: 10 years ago the spirit of a ferral businessman was unleashed upon this building. there was no stopping him. his charisma was#unmatched. his expense reports! his terrible otherworldly expense reports! he was too efficient! he fired half the staff! the spirit of#that buisnessman is sealed inside of u naruto. thats why theyre so afraid of u. and then cut to naruto in an oversized buisness suit#looking shocked. aw iruka as a daycare working. cute#anyway this is fucking dystopian lol#unrelated#naruto ramblings
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koipalm · 4 months
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i like the idea that locus is touchy
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noecoded · 1 year
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#ASMO: r u with the band..? ♡
outfit from this
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mikonez · 1 month
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the heaviest forms of grief are created through expectation (i fell for it)
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lovedazai · 2 months
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MAI I'M BRAINROTTING SO HARD....
have you ever heard of like after sex daze?
basically it's just being super spaced out and like dazed. It can almost look like a complete shut down but is more just because brain is mush from orgasming hard/a lot, can also be hard to talk or be coherent...at all
so like,,,being with Dazai and doing some overstim.....and it sends you into a daze afterwards and he gets a little worried when you just...stare at the ceiling all blissed out. And he just like checks in with you and you just nod and whine a little for him to snuggle and just do the normal aftercare stuff
and then after you come down a little more and are a little coherent you just explain and he gets a huuuuggggeeee ego boost. Just a little cocky and a stupid smirk on his face....
AUGH I WANNA KISS HIM (and slap him a little because he's so stupid and annoying)
alternatively it happens to you with sigma (he got a little pussydrunk dw) and he absolutely loses his mind, sweet boy thinks you're dying LMAO
cait ur driving me crazy w this one (∩ ⸝⸝ ∩) i stand by dazai being soo good in bed (im not biased at all i swear) & the thing is he KNOWS hes good too !! but he still gets so so giddy when he sees how much he rlly effects u & u’ll never ever live it down </3 once hes 100% sure ur rlly ok, ur going to have to make out w him if u want him to shut up i fear
PUSSYDRUNK SIGMA !!! SAY LESS IM SCREAMING INTO MY PILLOWS giggling so hard imagining sigma freaking out over ur naked body while ur laying there like ⸝⸝꩜_꩜⸝⸝
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5hehzada · 24 days
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been listening to a lot of shugo chara music lately, here's a quick doodle
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hikiclawd · 6 months
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This idea came to me like a divine vision and I must share it
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monstrsball · 1 year
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iwaizumi meets suga and thinks he's going to be a good influence on oikawa but actually suga makes him worse (positive)
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midnightmah07 · 4 months
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Why is this popping up around my feed-
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Im gonna be real im not even emberassed by the past Lilia x Daisy art but I'm so possessive with daiggie that I look at this and I go why is he holding her. Why. Get off. Out. DON'T TOUCH HER YOU'RE NOT RUGGIE.
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90sbee · 3 months
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guys i have to admit something. i actually find leon's dumb lines funny. like yes i'm sorry. he genuinely makes me laugh. i am a simple woman. sorry for this sin. i know he is cringe but consider this: idc.
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cogbreath · 4 months
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ignore button my beloved
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formulaonedirection · 2 years
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This slumber party has everything: twunks, retired f3 drivers, the childhood friends to lovers trope, that guy who goes to Ibiza once and thinks yeah I can DJ, and Tom Bale.
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sunnyeosss · 4 months
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Charlie asks Mac one night if he’s gay; they’re 16, and Mac clumsily rolls a joint, his fingers too big and his brain too fried from paint thinner.
“I’ve never seen you date... like a girl, dude.” Charlie mutters, his brain thick like honey.
“I’m not gay.” Mac laughs in disbelief, denying himself and his feelings. “You’re just high.”
But Charlie continues to stare. As Mac rolls the paper, he fails and tears it, sweat gathering at the back of his neck.
"Goddammit, stop staring at me, Charlie; I’m not gay.” It’s frustrated; it sounds almost like a plea; just drop it; I don’t want to think about it.
So Charlie gives, knowing but empathetic, reaching to grab the tray to salvage their joint. "Yeah, you’re not.”
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menlove · 4 months
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like tbh I think. if you are not black (and disclaimer I'm not either) and u see a bunch of black fans saying a certain arc/writing choice/what have u was racist and antiblack. it is not your place to go "well um Actually ☝🏻️ I think it was fine and I don't see why people thought/think this was racist"
bc yes of course we are not going to have the same lived experience as black people do to pick up on all the forms of antiblackness they do. but that doesn't mean you can't listen and take their word on it instead of arguing about it bc you like the writer/director/whatever.
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